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  1. Hiiiii! I realized that it’s been a while since I recorded any content for this site. Last night, I decided to change that and wet myself in a nearby park at night. Since it was late at night, I chose some fairly tight khaki shorts that wouldn’t hide anything at all! I’ve had some history with those shorts, as I had another fairly memorable wetting in those shorts at night that I’ll probably talk about at some point on here. I filled up at home, and by the time I made it to the spot, I was bursting! My bladder was full so I peed for a really long time. Don’t believe anyone saw me on the way home, and I always forget how hot it is to walk outside in obviously wet pants hehe. Here’s the video! You can really clearly hear my moaning :). And yes, I was peeing for that long. IMG_2341 2.mov Here are some aftermath photos
  2. So im looking for Artwork and other depictions of someone wetting themself on purpose, what are your favourites?
  3. I had the day to myself, so I thought I'd engage in one of my favorite activities: wetting my pants. I wanted it to be a slower, more drawn-out affair, so in order to avoid immediately creating a mess, I put on some extra layers of panties as well as a pad. It's hardly a leak-proof setup, but I've found that as long as I pee in little spurts over a longer period, it soaks up enough liquid that I can pee a fair amount without leaving a puddle. I'd already been holding for a couple hours by that point, so once I was appropriately clothed it didn't take much time browsing wetting content before the desire to pee was irresistible. I absolutely adore that first wet gush, that transition from "I'm a normal, respectable adult" to "I'm peeing my pants," even if I'm the only one who knows it. And then I love getting to do it again a minute later. And for about an hour I just lazed on my couch, surfing this site, and dribbling comfortably into my pants. I made a point on continuing to hydrate, so my bladder stayed just full enough to provide a continuous sense of desperation. (I was too impatient to ever get to the point of being truly squirmy, but the sensation of wet underwear seems to make it harder for me to hold anyway.) I got up intermittently to check my "progress" (partly to guard against an oversized leak, but mostly just to admire the wet patches), and generally enjoyed having a warm, sodden crotch. Eventually, of course, I peed enough for it to seep through to my pants. Just little patches, on either side of the crotch in the back, but I took it as a sign to change positions, and moved to lie on the floor, stomach side down. This also had the advantage of putting additional pressure on my bladder, and making it easier to check the damage done by my resultantly more frequent leaks. It didn't take long for a good-sized wet patch to appear on the front of my pants. By that point I was ready to let loose anyway, so I relocated to the bathroom and got in the tub. And then, for the first time all day, I did something I've never done before: I took pictures to document my "accident." First was the wet patch I'd already acquired. Not the most impressive wet spot, but definitely noticeable! Then I removed my pee-logged extra layers, and peed unencumbered into my pants for a few seconds. Even though my pants were already wet, there was something very exciting about making a new, darker, glistening wet spot. And I do always savor that brief period in an accident (even if it's an on purpose kind of accident) where you could maybe, just maybe, regain control, cover the wet spot, and not really wet your pants. Of course, that's not what I did. Instead, I peed for a few more seconds. But as much as I enjoy getting to watch the gradual darkening of my crotch, no wetting would be complete without eventually giving in, fully releasing my bladder and letting the warm pee run down my legs and pool at my feet. And as much as I love the first, small leak, I also love it once the pants are soaked from fly to ankle, leaving absolutely no doubt to even the least observant onlooker that I have very much peed myself. Has anyone else peed their pants today?
  4. Hi, I just wrote my first short story. If you guys like it I'm considering writing a second chapter. Keep in mind that I'm not a writer and have zero writing experience prior to this. And also, English is not my first language so forgive my mistakes. All characters are fictional and over 18. -------------------------------------------------- Laura opened her eyes on a Saturday morning awoken by the tiny little ray of sunlight, shining precisely on her brunette hair covering her face and hazel eyes, through her semi-closed curtains. As she reaches for the phone under the pillow to check the time, she notices her mouth is dry as a desert and her dehydrated brain reminds her of the excessive amounts of alcohol she ingested the day before. She checks the clock – 10:26am – rests her head on the pillow and take a deep breath… Her bed is so comfy it almost seems like her pale skin and thin body is sinking into the white sheets, she always loved lazy mornings. She caresses her petite breasts for a few seconds like she always do, and rolls to the other side of the bed where she keeps a bottle of water in case she feels thirsty at night. She then moves the empty beer bottle out of the way, grabs the water bottle and drinks all of it, feeling the liquid fall into her empty stomach. It is almost like the water instantly rehydrates her brain cells… But something is weird… “It seems like the sheets are damp on this side of the bed” At this moment she starts getting flashbacks of yesterday night. She went clubbing with her friend Alice and her friend’s boyfriend Matthew. She was so close to them she didn’t mind going out with them without a date of her own. She was wearing a white t-shirt tucked into her jeans shorts, white cotton panties and comfortable sandals. It was a pretty informal club, so she didn’t need to wear fancy stuff. Then she remembers the moment when she was approached by this handsome guy holding two beers and offering her one. He was taller than her, brown eyes and a short beard, had a muscular build but was a little bit out of shape at the moment, not too much, just not really fit. He was wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans and a pair of converse shoes. - I’m Josh! Wanna dance? – He shouted trying to be louder than the music. - I’m Laura, pleased to meet you! – She responded while grabbing the beer and took a sip. – Yeah! Let’s dance! They began dancing and sooner than later he approached for a kiss, which she replied. She remembers the kiss like it was happening right now while she laid on her bed. It was the best kiss she has ever experienced, it was perfect synchrony, tongues exactly where they should be. In fact it was so good she was feeling horny again just of thinking of it. The next thing she remembers is that he took her home and they kissed one last time. This time while kissing she felt his boner poking her crotch as he was intentionally pushing against her. She felt his hard dick through his pants and squeezed it with her hands, instantly feeling her juices moisten her already damp panties. She was so horny right then. - I should get inside… - She said. - Uhm, ok. We should meet again tomorrow. - Yeah, I’m down!. Even though she wanted to fuck him right now, she didn’t enjoy getting laid after clubbing. She liked to know the person while sober so she would be sure she would not regret it afterwards. They exchanged phone numbers and he went of his way. When she got inside, she grabbed another beer from her fridge and went straight to her bedroom where she laid on her bed. She took her phone and proceeded to stalk Josh’s profile. It was private. “Damn it”. She clicked on follow and started scrolling while she waited for him to accept her request. Around 30 minutes later she took the last sip of her beer and was really feeling her bladder. “Oh my god I didn’t pee before I left the club” – She thought to herself. She had been so distracted with Josh that she completely forgot about her physiological needs. Now, she has had a piss kink for as long as she could remember, everytime someone even mentinoned “peeing” she felt a tingle in her pussy. Honestly, by herserlf she would never think about sex without peeing, especially wetting. She was hugely turned on by wetting things, but mostly she kept to her pants and panties. Usually in this situation she would go to the bathroom in her suite and pee through her shorts in the tub, but just as she was getting up her phone ringed. She had received a message saying Josh accepted her follow request. She proceeded to scroll through his pics, paying special attention to the ones on the beach in which his muscular chest was exposed and she could see the bulge on his swimming shorts. God, she could almost see his dick through his shorts in her imagination. Regret started to fill her mind, thinking about how she could be riding him right now if she just had invited him in. She started to rub her pussy through her jeans shorts - “Oh, my god I’m so horny I need to cum so bad” – She thought to herself. She put one hand under her panties and felt her pussy so wet and slippery. She couldn’t help herself but moan in pleasure as she slowly rub her clit thinking of Josh. Then all of a sudden her her bladder spasmed and she had to hold herself to prevent pissing herself. Again she was distracted because of Josh she completely ignored her previous urge to pee. But she was too busy right now, and she couldn’t care less in her inebriated state. – Fuck it. - Laura relaxed her bladder and instantly felt her piss gushing into her panties and soaking her shorts. She felt in heaven watching her shorts turn from light to dark, hot piss glistening with wetness. Her pee started to pool around her ass, quickly spreading up her back and just as quickly being absorbed by the sheets and mattress below. By now she was furiously rubbing herself in her piss frenzy and it didn’t take long, perhaps seconds, for her to reach one of the most intense orgasm of her life. She laid there on her mess for a few minutes, soaked with piss and sweat. - What the fuck did you just do, Laura? – she thought as her mind started to come back to earth. – Well… I’ll probably regret this tomorrow but what’s done is done. At least it felt REALLY good. She then checked her phone, but there was nothing to see… - Of course not, he must be so mad I didn’t invite him in. Now he probably won’t see me again… - And that was the last thing she remembers from yesterday. After remembering the day before through her flashback she started to wonder if this was all a dream or if it really happened. She felt her panties and surely they felt a little damp. Then she noticed her shorts on the floor with the telltale stain on the crotch and bum. -Well at least the pee must have really happened – She laughed. – God, I really did completely pissed my bed… On purpose! She laid there on the damp sheets while doomscrolling, like she always did when she was hungover, when her bladder sent a signal to her brain warning her it was full again. “Just another five minutes and I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” She thought. Or would she? Was she really thinking about doing it? “Why not? The mess is already done…” She didn’t even bother stop scrolling her phone and relaxed… She felt her heart pounding as she did it again, the familiar hot wetness spreading and pooling around her ass, warming the now cold sheets beneath her as she released another full bladder, but this time of her morning pee. She looked around her and this time her sheets were stained yellow. “What a dirty girl…” She thought to herself as the horniness began to overwhelm her… “God, really love to piss myself.”… She felt her pussy and it was already wet and slippery again, ready for the second round. She inserted one finger inside her and her phone ringed and, to her surprise, it was Josh. - Hi! It’s Josh. How are you? I hope our deal is still standing. - Hi, Josh! I’m fine, just a little hungover. And you? What are you up to? – If he imagined what I just did… - I’m fine, my hangover is always mild. Wanna meet at the park? Grab some lunch and talk a bit. - Sure, yeah! I’ll meet you at noon? - Sounds fine by me. - Ok, see you. She quickly got up and checked the time. It was 11:20. Then she looked at her bed. “This will have to wait, I don’t want to be late.” She took a quick shower, drank a glass of orange juice, brushed her teeth and got dressed. This time she wore a loose orange shirt with a light blue shorts. The weather was warm. The word “warm” made her pussy tingle. She arrived 5 minutes late and Josh was already there. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt and a light grey jeans pants, sitting on a bench waiting for her. When he saw her he immediately stoop up to greet her, appearing very glad to see her. - Hey! Sorry to keep you waiting! – She said. - Not a problem, don’t worry! – He said while approaching to greet her She went for a hug but he went for the kiss. - You naught boy!!! – She contested - Sorry, It’s the price you pay for being late… Conversation with Josh was flowing really easily, they talked about their jobs, Laura was a nurse and Josh was an engineer at this new company in town. They spent the afternoon chatting and totally forgot about lunch. They both had the weekends off and that was when she realized she wanted to invite him for dinner, which he promptly accepted the invitation. Back at her flat, she introduced Josh to the place, which was a living room/kitchen and a bedroom suite. Laura’s hobby was cooking, so naturally she was going to cook dinner for them tonight. After a while, they decided she was cooking carbonara pasta. - You’re going to taste the best carbonara you ever had! - I looking forward to that! Do you need any help? – He said from the couch. - Yeah, put the water on the stove while I prepare the eggs. As she said “water” Josh realized his last piss was this morning and he really had to pee right now. - Ok, but I need to go to the toilet first. - It’s a tiny flat, the bathroom is in the bedroom – she answered. Josh entered her bedroom and immediately felt a weird scent. Just as he was going to enter the bathroom he saw her bed and the huge yellow pee stain on the blankets from her two wettings this morning. “Did she really pissed the bed?” he wondered. He felt the blankets and they were damp, really damp. “So this smell is pee” As Laura was beating the eggs she remembered what she did this morning and immediately froze. “Oh fuck, the bed!” She could not believe she ruined her date because of her carelessness. She rushed to her bedroom with hope to cover her deed but there he was. Josh was staring at her bed. There was no way of getting out of this. She was busted. - Did you wet the bed? – Josh asked in disbelief. - Well… Kinda. – Laura answered blushing - Kinda? - I mean… Totally… - She said giggling. - Your bed is soaked with pee! Do you have a bedwetting issue? - Not really, it never happens… It was just this time. - This is a lot of pee, no way you did this in one occasion. By now, Laura’s face was red burning with shame. She knew she was being weird so she decided not to hide anymore. - Well… I actually did it on purpose. - What? - Yeah, I enjoy wetting myself… and other stuff… like the bed. – She blurted out. - You mean you do this regularly? - The bed was really just this one time, but I pee my pants frequently. - You get off by pissing your pants? And the bed? – Josh asked puzzled. He never heard anything like that. - Yes. And by watching guys doing it. - Peeing their pants? - Yes, peeing their pants. And maybe other stuff, like the bed. - You mean you really would get horny if I wet myself right now? - Yes. – She was so embarrassed she was just answering objectively. - For real? - Yes. - Do you have anything on the stove right now? - What? No, I don’t think so… Why? – She asked puzzled while turning her her to the door trying to see if the stove was on. It wasn’t. She looked back at him and inflated her lungs ready to apologize for being such a weirdo and ruining their date when she was interrupted by a distraction coming from his crotch. There was a dark stain spreading across the front of his jeans. A stain she has seen many times on her own crotch and she knew exactly what it was. He was pissing his jeans right there, in her bedroom. She had no words. She could only stare. She could not believe he was really doing it. By now his jeans were soaked all the way to his feet, and she kept watching as he emptied his bladder soaking his jeans and the carpet below him. - Like this? – Josh asked nervously. He was nervous because for the last minute he was silently pissing himself and his date didn’t really reacted or said anything. Laura didn’t answer, she couldn’t, her mind was blowing. She just kept staring mouth open until he was done. There he was, totally wet from his waist down, pee dripping on the floor, smiling sheeply, not really knowing what to do. She charged him like he was her prey. Lips met and furiously kissing, she grabbed his dick through his piss soaked pants and began stroking it and Josh caressed her ass. She could feel her own panties soaked from her juices as she kept stroking his dick. Actually now she had both hands on his crotch rubbing his pissed jeans and masturbating him. She was 100% sure she was never horny like this, she was feral. - Oh my god Josh, I’m so wet! I want you so bad! – She said as she furiously rubbed his now rock hard dick. - I can’t see the wetness… - My pussy is so wet Josh, I’ve never been this horny in my life. You made my dream come true! - Are you really going to let me be in wet pants alone? She broke the kiss and stared him in the eyes with a sly grin. Her wet pussy became even more wet as her pee gushed in her panties and began dripping on the floor adding to the puddle Josh left on the carpet. Her light blue shorts were becoming dark as the wet stain spread around her crotch and all around her butt. Josh felt the wetness reaching his hands and realized all this pissing was making him really aroused. He unbuckled and zipped down his pants, releasing his erect penis. At the same time Laura dropped her shorts and panties to the ground, still peeing the last drops, turned around and bent over her bed. Josh’s point of view was amazing, there was this amazing girl, pussy glistening with wetness, her shorts soaked with her fresh wetting, and beyond her was her bed, stained yellow by her previous pissing. His dick was pulsating, he realized he also never felt this horny before. He was really enjoying this pissing stuff. Josh entered her slowly. His dick went in smooth and easy, she was so wet there was almost no resistance. He felt every nook and cranny of her pussy, and she felt his dick opening it’s way into her. - Oooh fuck! I needed this – She moaned Josh began pounding her pussy like there was no tomorrow. He went so hard she fell on the bed but he gave no break. In a millisecond he was into her again. They were fucking doggystyle now, she had her face on the blanket and she could smell her pee which made her ever more horny. Josh exited her and she looked at him, almost mad. - I want you to ride my dick. – Josh demanded. He laid down on the bed, feeling the dampness all over his body, sending him waves of pleasure. - Fuck! How did I miss this all this time? – He shouted. - What? – She asked, worried. - Pissing. Wetting. All of this! – He said gesturing to the mess they made. - There is a lot more to come! – She said as she sat on his dick, penetrating in a single motion. She began riding him faster and faster. She was feeling herself close to coming, and so did he. - I’m gonna cum!!! – He warned her - Yes, please! I’m gonna…. Oooooohhhhhhh – She moaned and shivered as she orgasmed. Josh could feel the cum shooting out of his dick into her, filling her pussy. After orgasming Laura fell on top of him, with his now softening dick still inside her. They laid there panting for a few seconds when Josh felt something warm in his crotch and heard a hissing. He looked at her and raised his eyebrow. - Doctors say we should always pee after sex. – She said and they both laughed. - Be careful or you’re going to wet the bed! – He said jokingly - Might be too late for that! – She retorted. She pissed for a few seconds and then the stream slowly faded, adding to the dampness on the bed. Laura’s everyday alarm began ringing and she shut it off. They both fell asleep last night after having sex. As they both came to their senses they faced each other, legs entwined, and Josh commented. - We really made a mess last night. - You almost sound remorseful… - Not at all, it’s just… It’s all new for me. - What do you mean? - What do I mean? I’ve literally pissed my pants last night… And loved it! It’s like I unlocked a door to a whole new world. - I’m glad you enjoyed it, wetting has been in my life for as long as I can remember. You’re fulfilling a really important part of my life. - I’m happy to do so… Actually I have to pee again. - Go for it. - Here? Now? - Yes and Yes. I’m gonna do it too. – She smiled. - Oh my god… - What’s the matter? - I’m peeing. I’m peeing the bed. Laura felt his stream hit her belly and pooling around her. - It’s not like it wasn’t already soaked – She laughed and began to pee, as she pointed to her crotch. – See, you’re not alone. - You’re so amazing! – He said and gave her a kiss. - We should get dressed, I still owe you a carbonara. - You do! Laura got fresh clothes from her drawer and Josh put his pissed jeans. There was still a dark stain where around the crotch and down the legs. - How will I go home like this? – He asked. - Don’t worry, they will be almost dry by the time you leave. - How do you know? - Trust me, I’m an expert. – She retorted and they both laughed They had breakfast and Josh said goodbye. His jeans were almost dry, just as she said they would be, and you had to look really hard to notice the had been pissed. The faint smell of pee on the other hand was pretty obvious. Josh took a hour ride on the bus to his house and was impressed how no one really noticed or gave him a weird look. Josh entered his house and went straight to the bathroom to pee. As he unbuckled his pants the stopped. “why bother?”. He zipped his pants back up and relaxed. Pee hissed into his pants and he felt the warmth spread across his crotch. He remembered everything that happened last night and let out a moan. “God, I’m definitely a wetting fetishist.”. He took a pic with his smartphone and sent it to Laura. - I’m home. – He wrote. - Mmmm… Those jeans seem wetter than they were before you left my place! – Laura responded as she looked at the picture of his obviously freshly pissed jeans. - Well… I may have leaked a spurt or two in my pants when I got home. - A spurt or two? - Ok, maybe it was a full bladder… - LOL It looks like it! - I really enjoyed it… I mean… what happened last night… and this. - I’m glad you did, I still can’t believe I’m experiencing this ❤️ - You are, believe me. And there is much more to come ❤️ The rest of the day went normally vanilla for both of them. They sent each other goodnight and went to sleep. The next day was Sunday. Laura woke up to her phone buzzing. It was a message from Josh. It immediately caught her attention. She opened the messenger. - Look what I did – Josh wrote. - What? Then came a picture of Josh laying in his bed with a telltale stain around him and on his underwear. - You wet the bed? 😮 - Yup - On your sleep? What did you dream of? - Nope, just did. - On purpose? - Yup. I woke up needing to pee, but since I stopped using the toilet yesterday, I figure I should keep it that way and… well… I peed lol - You’re amazing! - Thanks! That’s your fault actually! - Lol I guess so… - So… Wanna go to the park again this afternoon? We could make a picnic. – Laura asked - Sure! What do I bring? - Nothing, leave it to me. - Ok, see you there. - See ya Josh arrived at the park and Laura was already there, sitting on the grass, picnic ready. She was wearing a mid thigh length yellow dress and he was wearing a white T-shirt and black nylon shorts. - Hi! – he said as he gave her a kiss. - So how was you morning? – He asked. - Normal I guess… Dry. – She laughed. - Well, I can’t say the same – He laughed. - So, since you’re into this, I figured I should show you some tricks. - What do you mean? - You see this dress? And the way I’m sitting on the grass? - Yeah, what of it? - It’s perfect for peeing, I frequently spend the day here, reading a book and peeing my panties whenever the urge hit. It goes into the grass and no one will ever know. Except you, now that I’m telling you this. - So you plan to pee your panties throughout the day? - I already did! – She said and spread her legs a bit, just enough to give him a view of her pink panties, darker pink on the pussy. - You’re such a naughty girl! - You have no idea! I an expert of sneaky wetting! - I hope to learn from you… But I also came prepared… - He pointed to his black nylon shorts. - These shorts dry very quickly and barely show the wetness because they’re black. And underneath I’ve got cloth underwear so I can feel the dampness for longer. – He explained. - Show me! – She exclaimed - What? - How they wet! - I don’t have to pee yet. Better start drinking some tea. - Aww that’s sad! Yeah, start filling up! They ate and drank and chatted until they decided to lay down and relax. He sat against a tree Laura laid down with her her head on his thigh, facing his groing. She was almost falling asleep when her heard water flowing. A hiss. She opened her eyes and his crotch was glistening. Josh was peeing his shorts. - You’re peeing! - Ssshh! Want everyone to know? - Sorry, I got a little overexcited. You didn’t even warn me! - I knew you would notice. - You could have peed on my face, or hair! Not that I wouldn’t like that – She laughed. Josh kept peeing and Laura kept staring. She reached her hand and gave it a little squeeze, quickly letting go while looking around worried if anyone was looking. No one was. He felt the pee pooling around his butt and then quickly absorb into the grass. When he was finished the wetness was barely noticeable, but he felt really wet because of his underwear. - Well… I guess you mastered the art of sneaky wetting! – She said. - I think I bested the master, don’t you think? - If you did best me, you would have noticed I’m wetting myself again right now. - No way! Josh reached his hand under her dress and touched her panties feeling the stream re-darkening the pink. - Oh Josh, don’t start what you won’t finish. – She moaned. Josh grinned and withdrew his hand. Time went by until it was getting dark. - We should go now… What about movies tonight? Then we could go to my place. - Sounds amazing! - See you there! They met again outside the movies. Laura was wearing a black hoodie over white blouse and blue jeans. Josh was wearing a grey t shirt and black jeans. - Hi babe! – Laura greeted him - Hi! What movie should we watch today? - I vote for that one – She said pointing at a suspense movie poster - That one looks good! I’ll buy us popcorn and soda. - I want coke, the largest one, please. – She told him, both grinning at each other. Laura bought the tickets while Josh bought the food and drink. They found their way to the right room and chose a seat in the back. They were sharing a popcorn bucket and each had their own extra large soda. - I hope this isn’t a mistake – Josh said looking at the amount of liquid he was going to drink. - Might be… It depends on what is your goal… - What do you mean by goal? - Well, you can miss a part of the movie going to the bathroom or you can deal with it the other way. - “The other way”… I like that… We will see… - Sshh, the movie is about to start. – She whispered when the light went off. The movie was interesting. Laura and Josh were wrapped in the plot, trying to figure it out. Half-way through it Josh realized he was already bursting. He kept holding for a few more minutes until he couldn’t anymore, at this point he was having trouble paying attention. - I have to pee so bad. – He whispered to her - With that amount of liquid I’m surprised you took that long to be desperate. - Don’t you also have to pee? - I kinda have to go again, why do you ask? - What do you mean “again”? - I had to go some time ago and now I need to go again – She responded giving him that look - You peed here? – Josh asked in disbelief and she noded - You’re crazy! Everyone will see the wet patch on the way out! – He said. - No one will see, I’m the sneaky wetting expert remember? - No way it won’t show, you have blue jeans. - I have my tricks. - I’m looking forward to see those tricks, but I gotta pee RIGHT NOW! - Ok, go then. Josh began to stand up to go to the bathroom and Laura asked. - What are you doing? You’re gonna miss the end of the movie! - I can’t hold it anymore! - Then don’t! - I can’t walk around in wet jeans… - Pee in the cup then. Josh looked at his cup, it was half empty. He quickly began to drink the rest to make room. It was too much for him, he could no longer hold and began leaking. - Fuck! I’m leaking, I can’t. I can’t hold it anymore. - Go, fast! He unzipped his jeans and took his dick out. It was dripping pee, he was really full. He swiftly put his member inside the cup and began peeing. Laura watched as his pee gushed out of him. She reached for the stream and let out a tiny moan. She was very horny at this point. It wasn’t long before the cup was full again, this time full with his pee. - Oh my god I didn’t know I could hold that much. - That was so hot babe! - Thanks, but I still have to go. It barely eased the pressure. - Here, take mine. – She handed him her cup. Josh reapeated the procedure. He began drinking the rest of the cup’s contents but just as he was going to pee the lights turned on. The credits were rolling and the movie was over. They looked at each other with worried faces, and Josh swiftly zipped up his pants. - Shit! Now I’ll have to wait for everyone to leave before going to the bathroom… - Josh said, worried. - It might take bit… Are you sure? - I can’t wave my dick around with the light on, can I? - Fair point! – She said and they both laughed. When the line was thinning out Josh got up and went to follow. - Wait! – Laura whispered. - What?? She didn’t answered, she kept watching the credits roll. - Laura, I can’t watch the post credits, I drank yours and my soda. I have to… - As he was ranting, he was interrupted by the sound of dripping on the floor. Laura’s eyes were wide open at this point. They both looked at the floor beneath her seat, and there was a puddle forming. - Oh my god, that never happened before! – She said as she cut off the stream. - Stop peeing Laura, someone will hear that and we will get in trouble! - I already stopped! The seat is saturated! The dripping soon stopped. Laura stood up and wrapped the hoodie around her waist, totally covering the wet patch, which was limited around her ass and mid thighs on the back of her jeans. - So that’s what the hoodie is for! – He said amazed. - I told you I have my tricks. – She winked. They headed to the exit and Josh ran to the bathroom. It was closed. Josh stood there in disbelief. - What am I going to do? – He asked. - Can you hold it until we get to your place? - I don’t know, it’s a 30 minutes ride. - You can always deal with it “the other way” like I did. I’m happy and comfortable. - Not here in the middle of the movies! - We better hurry then. They ran to Josh’s car and began the trip back to his house. 10 minutes into the ride he said: - I don’t know if I will be able to hold it until we get home. - Do you really want to? – Laura questioned his decision. That’s when Josh realized they were privately in his car. He could do whatever he wanted. And he really wanted to piss. He had to. Right. Now. His thoughts entangled him for a few seconds when he finally blurted out: - You know what? – Josh said like “Eureka” and looked at Laura. - What babe? - I don’t. She could see that his tense posture immediately faded and he had a relaxed expression. Then she looked at his crotch, and it was shining with wetness and a wet patch spreading. - God! Why did I torture myself like that? - It must have been so awful… - My bladder was so full that my stream is weak right now. At least it isn’t hurting anymore. - Go babe, let it all out. You’ll feel much better… Laura reached for his crotch and rubbed a bit over the part that was glistening. Josh was peeing for well over a minute now. - Poor guy, you really had to go! – She said and gave a little push on his bladder. Josh moaned, as the glistening immediately got bigger. She kept pushing gently until his stream was going strong enough on its own. Josh was feeling so much better already. - Oh my god babe, I’ve never seen so much pee like this, you’re going forever! - I’m almost halfway through I think. - Halfway??? You’re gonna really soak the car seat! - It is definitely soaked already! I told you I had to go! With that, pee started dripping on the floor from under the seat and from between his legs soaking the carpet. - Look at you go! I’m proud! - I’m almost finished. – Josh said as the glistening subsided. - God I feel so much better now! – Josh said and they both laughed Josh put on some music and they went chatting the rest of the trip. He began introducing her to his place and she interrupted him with a kiss. - You may introduce me to you bed, leave the rest for later. Josh grabbed her from her wet ass and lifted her taking her to his bed. - I hope you don’t mind it. – Josh said. Laura looked around puzzled as she saw and felt his sheets. Then she remembered he wet his bed this morning. - Not at all! In fact, I think I’m wanna add to that. May I? – She asked with a sly grin. - Suit yourself babe. Laura was so used to wetting her pants and bed, she immediately began peeing as she relaxed. It was a short piss, she didn’t have to go so bad. - Done. – She said. Josh unbuttoned her pants and pulled it down. She had light blue cotton panties and they almost didn’t have a dry spot. He pulled down her panties and went down on her. Laura responded with a moan. - Yes, babe! I’m so horny! Lick my pussy dry! Josh had an amazing technique. Her pussy tasted amazing! He could not believe how good her pissed pussy tasted. He kept going and Laura was heavy breathing at this point. - Keep going like that babe, I’m gonna cum! – She exclaimed. In a matter of seconds Laura was shivering and let out a long low moan as she climaxed. Before she could open her eyes Josh was naked and on top of her. She pushed him away. - My turn. – She said. Laura began sucking his dick furiously. She was moaning as sucked his juices. Pee mixed with pre-cum. Josh was so horny he wasn’t going to last very long. - I’m gonna cum babe! – He shouted. She let go of his dick and started to ride him. - I want you to cum inside of me. In seconds Josh let out a moan and began shooting his semen inside her as she made every effort to suck him dry with her pussy. They laid there for a few seconds, recovering. Then out of nowhere he blurted out. - I love you, Laura. She was taken by surprise by this, it was the second day since they met. But she realized she was having the time of her life with this man. - I love you too, Josh. They laid there for a few minutes enjoying their time together when she said. - I better go, I have to work tomorrow morning. - I’ll give you a ride. He put on some shorts and they both went to his car. His seat was soaked. - I’m gonna deal with this tomorrow. – He said as he sat on the wet seat, soaking his shorts in the process. - Some companies do these deep clean services, I’ll give you’re their number. - You sound like you are a recurring customer. - I definitely am! – She laughed. The trip went silently, they were both exhausted. The tires rolling and a low-fi music on the radio was the only sound there was. 15 minutes into the ride Laura broke the silence. - Hey, babe… - Yes? - I was wondering… You are going to take the car for the cleaning right? - Yes, probably tomorrow morning. Why? - Would you mind if you had both front seats wet? - I won’t make too much of a difference, I think. Why, you gotta pee again already? - I mean it’s not urgent, but my pants are already wet on the ass and the car is going to the deep clean. I guess I just want to keep it warm. – She giggled. - Yeah babe, make yourself comfortable. Laura relaxed and Josh watched as pee started pooling between her legs, almost reaching the edge of the seat where it stopped and began being absorbed into the cushion. - Maybe it wasn’t so little pee. Anyways, I’m feeling better now - I’m glad you do, babe. Josh dropped her off and went back home. They sent goodnight and went to sleep.
  5. Willow had long been a fan of wetting herself -- in fact, she couldn't even remember how it had started. When she lived with her parents, and then in a college dorm, the opportunities for enjoying that activity had been few and far between, but now that she had her own house, she could partake in that particular pleasure as often as she wanted. And she almost always wanted to. It was a lazy Sunday, which Willow thought were the best days for having "accidents." The night before, she hadn't gone to the toilet before bed, and woke up fairly desperate that morning. (Willow frequently went to sleep with a rather full bladder, but it was less common for her to wake up still desperate, as she often woke up to wet sheets instead.) She lazed around in bed for a while, and contemplated relieving herself right there, but instead got up and went though her usual morning routine, which of course did not involve using the toilet -- in fact, her toilet was rarely used at all. By the time she was making her usual breakfast of toast with jam and a large mug of tea, she was fidgeting quite a lot, and had even resorted to even grabbing her crotch a bit to postpone the inevitable. She made it though breakfast without leaking, but an hour later she had progressed from fidgeting to squirming to flat-out bouncing, was holding herself constantly, and even moaning occasionally. Still, she held on. She loved it when she made a choice to wet herself, and the feeling of deliberately releasing her bladder and letting her pee escape into her clothing, but there was something even better about having a real accident - at least, as real as an accident could be when she had done nothing to prevent it. Despite her determination, it was only a few more minutes before the pressure became too much. She spurted, and felt the panties against her crotch grow hot and wet. She gripped herself even harder, but less than a minute later another, longer stream escaped, and she could feel her jeans growing damp under her hands. Willow crossed her legs even tighter and clenched her muscles, but only managed to halt the leaking for a few seconds before her bladder gave up entirely, and urine came flooding out. Her already wet crotch became soaked, and almost immediately after that pee began rushing down the insides of her legs, leaving dark, glistening streaks that widened as her bladder continued emptying. She could feel the wetness seeping up and around her butt, and spreading around her legs. Her formerly white socks turned yellow, and an impressively large puddle formed on the floor. Finally, she finished relieving herself, although excess pee still dripped from her pants to the floor. She looked at the mess she had made, and took a strange sort of pride in how much of her jeans were dark with liquid, and the size of her puddle. Although Willow kept these kinds of activities private, she did enjoy how visible wetting her pants was - it would have been immediately obvious to anyone who saw her that she had peed, not into a toilet, but directly into her pants! With this thought, she began to rub her crotch and inner thighs through her still-dripping pants, moaning softly with pleasure as she did so. Only when her pee grew cold and sticky did she stop and clean up. She spent the next several hours being satisfyingly unproductive and waiting for her bladder to refill. However, when she started squirming again, it wasn't because of her bladder. This time, it was her bowels that were becoming more and more insistent on voiding their contents. In order to increase how desperate she felt, Willow walked around her house. After a few minutes, she felt her load turtling, but she managed to avoid messing her pants for the moment. Once she had regained a reasonable amount of control, she pulled down her pants and underwear, and was satisfied to see skid marks on the otherwise white panty lining. She pulled her pants back up and continued to walk around, occasionally stretching and even squatting. The moments when she almost lost control came closer and closer together, and increased in severity. After a particularly intense cramp, Willow knew she would have no choice but to fill her panties soon. She made her way outside to her backyard, which was surrounded by tall, thick hedges. Once outside, she decided to examine the inside of her panties again, and was rewarded by the sight of numerous new brown streaks. With her pants still down, however, another wave of desperation hit, and Willow knew that her bowels were seconds away from emptying, whether she wanted them to or not. She only just managed to get her panties back up around her hips (her pants were left dropped around her knees) before she felt her load turtling again. This time, however, she was unable to avoid soiling herself. Her poop started to come out, and tented the seat of her panties before smushing a bit. Willow then gave up on trying to maintain any semblance of continence, and relaxed. Immediately and without any effort, a second, longer log slid out. She could feel the warm mass of poop pressing against her butt, and her panties were now distinctly heavy and sagging. She lightly ran her hand over the back of her panties, and discovered that the bulge was already quite obvious. However, Willow wasn't done yet. She squatted slightly and pushed, so the last of her load was also deposited into her underwear. She also felt a familiar hot wetness running down her legs for the second time that day, and realized that in voiding her bowels, she had also, quite unintentionally and without even realizing she was doing so, voided her mostly-refilled bladder. Although she had completely relieved herself, Willow continued to stand in her yard for a few moments, taking a strange sort of pride in the mess she had created. She then pulled her pee-streaked pants back up -- further squashing her sizable load as she did so - and walked inside, causing her poop to shift further into the base of her panties, and her gait became a sort of waddle. She made her way to the bathroom, where she positioned herself in front of the full-length mirror. Although the wet patches were a dead giveaway that she had peed herself, there was minimal visual evidence that she had also soiled herself, since her pants were loose enough that most of the bulge was hidden (she could just barely see it, but she knew what to look for), and a brown color hadn't yet seeped though to the outside of her pants. She then dropped her pants again, and examined how the back of her panties looked. Now, it was clear that she'd had two "accidents." Her panties were made of thick white cotton, and not only was the front of her crotch wet, but also decidedly yellow. She twisted a bit so she could see her rear in the mirror, and observed that her load was causing her panties to sag quite a lot between her legs - she even bounced on the balls of her feet a few times so she could feel the weight jiggle. Furthermore, the seat of her panties already had a noticeable brown stain on them. She grinned, appreciating the irony of standing with pee-soaked, poop-filled panties only a few feet away from a toilet. Willow wasn't quite done enjoying her "accident," so she pulled her pants back up again and wandered around her house for a while, before finally cleaning up, showering, and changing.
  6. Im trying to find two wettings that appeared on reality tv around the 2000s One which I find really hot is where a woman for whatever reason is dared to pee her pants, and she’s given a bottle of water, she chugs most of the water in the bottle, and eventually starts wetting herself, she then places her pee stream on the water bottle, letting some of her pee into the water bottle which she then proceeds to drink shamelessly Another one is some dating show in where a woman has a date and ends up peeing her pants during the date Any knowledge on these wettings is appreciated so that I can find clips and post them
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  8. Here's another commission! This one's from @Infecteddeer12, and is part of the series of Toaru commissions I've done for them! After Misaka Mikoto's embarrassing accident, Kuroko comes up with a convoluted plan to cheer her up. Getting desperate herself to show her that getting caught needing to pee is normal. Of course, things don't go as planned, and Kuroko might have gotten more than she bargained for tempting fate like that! I hope you all enjoy! To Cheer Up a Friend In a certain dorm somewhere in the heart of District 7, the third strongest esper in all of Academy City was… Moping. “Mrrrrggggghhhhh…” Misaka Mikoto was laying on her bed, face buried into her pillow and hands running through her hair. A heavy air hung around her, and even Kuroko knew better than to make things worse by trying one of her antics. “Onee-sama…” Kuroko looked over in concern. She knew what was bothering her. Twice now, Misaka Mikoto had wound up in desperate situations, and neither time she managed to make it to the toilet on time. The first incident, regrettably, was her own fault. She was occupying the dorm’s toilet when Misaka Mikoto returned, absolutely bursting. Kuroko would never forget the sight of opening the door, only to see Mikoto standing there, having just wet herself. The second had partially been her fault as well. She had called Mikoto in to help her with a fight with Skill-Out, only for them to get trapped in a room where their abilities were jammed. Mikoto had only barely held on until they escaped, but clearly something had happened, and Mikoto had once again failed to make it to a toilet in time. Kuroko hadn’t been able to pry anything concrete about what had happened from Mikoto, but for it to be affecting Mikoto this much, she presumed it had something to do with that spiky-haired boy. That monkey! Kuroko gripped the sheets of her bed in anger, but she immediately relaxed and let out a sigh. Blaming that idiot wasn’t going to help cheer Mikoto up. Kuroko had been trying to pull Mikoto out of her funk for a few days now, but nothing seemed to be working. She was utterly torn up about seeing Mikoto like this, and she was saddened that she couldn’t seem to do anything to help. Kuroko rolled over, staring up at the dorm’s ceiling, when the motion jostled her bladder. Reaching down to feel it, she realized she had to pee. She stood up and made her way to the dorm’s toilet. As she began peeing, she tried to imagine how Mikoto was feeling. It was hard to picture. Although Kuroko sometimes found herself having to hold it longer than she would’ve liked, she couldn’t remember the last time she actually wet herself. Suddenly, an idea popped into Kuroko’s mind, and her eyes lit up. That was it! Mikoto was embarrassed about the two incidents recently because she felt like she was the only person who this kind of stuff happened to, but if Kuroko could show her that getting into a desperate situation and wetting herself was something that could happen to anyone, then maybe that would cheer her up. But… am I really going to wet myself in front of Onee-sama? Kuroko blushed, but then shook her head. No, it’ll be wetting myself for Onee-sama! Besides, sharing such an intimate, embarrassing moment with only Onee-sama… Kuroko blushed further, and smiled. As she finished up in the toilet and stepped out, she turned to Mikoto. “Onee-sama,” Kuroko asked. “Mmmyes?” Mikoto turned her head to the side, just enough to pull her face from the pillow. “Are you free tomorrow?” “I guess. Why?” Mikoto asked. Kuroko smiled. The plan was in motion. --- “Come on, Onee-sama! The cafe’s just up ahead!” “Slow down, Kuroko! Why are you in such a rush? Besides, couldn’t you just teleport us there?” Kuroko was bounding down the streets of District 7 with Mikoto in tow, equal parts nervous and excited for the day to come. She couldn’t just wet herself in front of Mikoto. If Mikoto knew, or even suspected, she had done it on purpose to cheer her up, it wouldn’t work at all. So she had to fabricate a situation where she would naturally get desperate and be unable to hold it. Unfortunately, this was easier said than done. Kuroko was a teleporter, so there weren’t many situations where she would be caught without easy access to a restroom. Therefore, by necessity, she had come up with a rather convoluted plan. She would start by simply hanging around Academy City with Mikoto naturally. It just needed to be long enough for Kuroko to build up a need to pee. Then, she would invite Mikoto to the movies. There was a new, popular action movie that had just been released, and she knew Mikoto liked action movies, so it would be natural to invite her there. Then, Kuroko could show off to Mikoto that she had to pee, and even admit it to her, but use the excuse that she didn’t want to miss anything by getting up in the middle of it. After making it through the movie, Kuroko would beeline it to the restrooms-- which would undoubtedly be packed after such a popular movie. Then, playing up her desperation, Kuroko would ask them to return to the dorm. She could teleport them there and pretend to lose control in the privacy and comfort of their own dorm. Kuroko and Mikoto arrived at the cafe, where there was a long line nearly out the door. “This is why I wanted to get here on time, a lot of girls have been coming here after school for their amazing cakes.” “Oh well,” Mikoto shrugged, “We have plenty of time to wait before the movie. Unless you want to go somewhere else?” “No, here’s fine,” Kuroko nodded. The waiting wasn’t actually a bad thing, considering Kuroko’s ultimate plan. As the two stood there, waiting in line, Kuroko pulled her secret weapon out of her bag. A large bottle of buckwheat tea, spiked with diuretic. She had nabbed it from one of the first aid cabinets at the Judgment branch before meeting back up with Mikoto. Why their first aid supplies had diuretics stocked she would never know, but it came in handy today. I should drink some now, it’ll help me fill up while we wait. Kuroko looked down at the bottle nervously. She’d never used diuretics before, but she figured it was the best way to naturally fill up. She never really held it on purpose before, so she didn’t have a good grasp on her bladder capacity. She didn’t want to risk not being desperate enough by the time they got to the movies. She took a few gulps and looked down, trying to feel for any tell-tale signs of desperation. She felt herself getting nervous as she slipped the bottle back into her bag and waited. She knew the diuretic wouldn’t work instantly, but she had no idea what effect it would have. In hindsight she should’ve done more testing before spiking her drink with the stuff, but she wanted to cheer up Mikoto. Speaking of Mikoto, Kuroko looked over at her to see how she was feeling. She looked a bit down still, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as last night. Still, she lacked that excitement and pep that she usually had. “This is kind of out of the way from the dorms, how’d you hear about this place, Kuroko?” “Oh,” Kuroko looked over, “Uiharu told me about it. She said she came her with Saten the other day, and it was amazing!” “Ah,” Mikoto nodded, “I wonder if we’ll run into them?” Mikoto looked around to see if they were in line, and Kuroko frowned. She scanned the line nervously as well, hoping they weren’t here. Ordinarily she wouldn’t be opposed to hanging out with Saten and Uiharu, but today was different. It was supposed to be just her and Mikoto. Besides, Kuroko was okay being desperate and wetting herself in front of Mikoto, but not the others. Them showing up could really throw a wrench in her plans. “Huh, I guess they’re not here,” Mikoto spoke after she finished looking around. “I guess not,” Kuroko frowned, “I guess that means it’s just you and me today, Onee-sama!” Kuroko allowed herself to indulge a little, wrapping her arms around Mikoto from behind. As she did so, she felt the first nagging signals from her bladder. It wasn’t that strong yet, but it seemed the diuretic was working. “H-hey!” Mikoto fought and broke free of Kuroko’s grasp, but it was a half-hearted attempt, and lacked the usual feistiness and anger Kuroko expected from Mikoto. This is bad, I really need to cheer her up with this! As the two slowly moved up in line, Kuroko could feel in the back of her mind her bladder slowly filling up. That was good. It meant the diuretic was working, and hopefully she’d have to pee by the time they reached the theater. Still, it was really only a slight nagging that was easy for Kuroko to ignore. Worried that that wouldn’t be enough, Kuroko grabbed her bottle of tea again and drank a few more big gulps, finishing about half of it. “This line’s taking a while. Is this place really that good?” Mikoto asked aloud. “I’m not sure,” Kuroko shrugged, “Well, I hope after all this waiting, it isn’t a total disappointment.” “Yeah,” Mikoto nodded, “Well, at least we’re getting to see that movie after. I’m actually kind of excited.” “Really?” Kuroko asked. Mikoto was smiling, and she did look happier than she had over the past few days. A bit of the usual sparkle in her eyes also seemed to return. Her plan was already cheering Mikoto up. “I’m excited too, Onee-sama!” By the time the two finally got to the front of the line, Kuroko could definitely tell the diuretic was working. She shuffled in place as she felt the pressure starting to build up in her abdomen. She had to pee. It was still a nagging sensation that she could push to the back of her mind, but she could definitely feel it a lot more than normal. Kuroko actually got a little worried. Had she overdone it on the diuretic? She shook her head. She still didn’t have to go that badly, and they had waited quite a while in line. They had plenty of time to eat, but Kuroko wasn’t sure if they’d have much time to do anything else before they needed to head to the movie theater. That meant that even if she really had to pee by the time they were done here, she’d be fine. “I’ll have a slice of chocolate cake and a cup of milk tea, please,” Kuroko ordered, “What did you want, Onee-sama?” “I’ll take a strawberry shortcake and a coffee,” Mikoto answered. “Right away!” As soon as they got their food and drinks, they took their seats at a booth by the window. When Kuroko sat down, she felt her bladder spasm in protest, and she crossed her legs under the table. She felt the sensation subside, but she was starting to get worried about how fast she was filling up. It’s not that long until the movie… I should be fine. “Wow, this is really good!” Mikoto gushed, trying a piece of her cake. Kuroko did the same, pushing her concerns to the back of her mind and taking a bite of her chocolate cake. Uiharu had been right. The cakes here were amazing. The taste was light and fluffy, but still somehow rich and decadent. There was just enough bitterness to cut through the sweetness, and just enough airiness in the cake to balance out the creaminess of the frosting. She could definitely see why the girls of Academy City would come here after school and wait in such a long line. “This cake is amazing! Here, Onee-sama, try some of mine!” Kuroko took another piece on her fork and held it out for Mikoto, and she bit down on it and smiled, “Oh wow, yeah, that’s really good!” Kuroko blushed, having basically just fed Mikoto. She looked down at her fork, realizing that they technically just had an indirect kiss. “Here, try some of mine!” Mikoto held up her own fork, and Kuroko’s face lit up. To be fed by Mikoto, who she adored so much, was like a dream. And here she thought she was supposed to be cheering Mikoto up! Kuroko did the same, and just like her own cake, Mikoto’s cake was amazing. The tartness of the strawberries matched perfectly with the sweetness of the whipped cream, and the shortcake provided some much-needed chew and sponginess that perfectly soaked up the juice from the berries. But of course, the best part about it was the fact that it was another indirect kiss from Mikoto, and that she was feeding it to her. “I’m in heaven!” Kuroko gushed, placing a hand on her cheek. Suddenly, however, her blissful experience was cut short by another wave of pressure from her bladder. She squeezed her legs under the table, rubbing the calf of one foot with the other as she tried not to shuffle too much in her seat. The diuretics were definitely having an effect on her. She could feel her bladder filling up much faster. She really shouldn’t have gone back in for those extra sips of her tea. I’ll be fine, I don’t have to go that bad yet… as long as I can make it through the movie! Kuroko’s heart raced. Mikoto was clearly having a good time already, and she really needed her plan to go off without a hitch. Just as she was starting to fret about her filling bladder, Mikoto’s voice snapped her out of it. “Hey, Kuroko, thanks.” “Huh?” “I know you invited me out today to cheer me up,” Mikoto smiled, “I’ve been pretty down in the dumps because of those recent incidents lately, but this is really cheering me up.” “Really?” Kuroko asked, “I’m so glad, Onee-sama! I was starting to worry that nothing would cheer you up.” “Sorry I’ve been such a downer lately,” Mikoto apologized. “It’s fine, Onee-sama! I understand. That kind of stuff can be embarrassing!” In fact, I’ll make sure you know I know how you feel! Kuroko’s confidence in her plan was reinvigorated, and she doubled-down, pushing her need to pee to the back of her mind. She reached for her milk tea and took a big swig, ignoring the protest from her bladder. It was as delicious as the cake, and that helped it go down easy. By the time she was done, Kuroko was pressing her thighs together, rubbing her knees under the table to keep her need discreet. In contrast to how Kuroko had downed her tea in one go, the two ate their cakes slowly, wanting to savor them thoroughly. Mikoto also sipped on her coffee rather than gulping it down. They would have to leave for the movie soon, but they weren’t in a rush. Kuroko even thought about ordering another milk tea, but she thought better of it. She was getting pretty full, and she didn’t want to get too desperate before the movie. By the time they were finished, Kuroko was starting to feel pretty full. It was getting harder for her to simply ignore her urge to pee. She could feel her bladder starting to swell as it continued to fill, aided by the diuretics. She stood up carefully, disguising a small shuffle as simply stretching her legs from standing, and turned to Mikoto. “We should go, Onee-sama. By the time we walk to the theater, it’ll be almost time for the movie to start.” “Hold on, let’s go to the restroom first,” Mikoto suggested, “The ones at the theater are always packed when it’s a big movie like this.” “I don’t have to go,” Kuroko lied, trying not to undercut her own words by squirming around, “You go on ahead.” Mikoto looked at Kuroko oddly, but nodded and headed for the restroom. Kuroko sighed in relief. She knew it might be a bit suspicious, but the last thing she wanted to do now was go into a restroom, where she’d be face to face with the sight of toilets and the sound of running water. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Mikoto to finish up, and the two left the cafe. As they stepped out on the street, however, they heard a voice call from behind them. “Hey, you two were here?” Mikoto and Kuroko whirled around, coming face-to-face with Saten and Uiharu. They weren’t in their school uniforms for some reason today. Perhaps they had gone home to change before heading to the cafe, which was why they were so late. “Oh, fancy meeting you here,” Mikoto smiled. “Hey, you two!” Kuroko smiled. It seemed they were here to eat at the cafe, and since she and Mikoto had to get going to the movie, it looked like she’d still have Mikoto all to herself. Still, she couldn’t help but be a little worried. On top of that, standing up was worse than sitting down, so she was trying not to visibly shuffle in place. “Isn’t this place amazing?” Uiharu gushed, “Their cakes are divine, and their drinks warm you up!” “Aw, but you two seem to be leaving, we just got here,” Saten pointed out. “Yeah, we’re going to catch that new action movie everyone’s talking about.” Saten’s eyes widened, “Oh, that was today? That’s right, I totally forgot! Sorry, Uiharu, but do you mind if we join them?” “Huh?” Uiharu and Kuroko asked. Uiharu seemed surprised, while Kuroko was dejected. This totally threw a wrench in her plans. “Sorry, I know you really wanted to come here, but I’ve been following this movie’s trailers for months! I totally forgot it came out today!” “That’s fine,” Uiharu smiled, “The cafe isn’t going anywhere! Besides, it’s more fun to go as friends, right?” “Yeah, come on, if we go there now, we’ll have plenty of time to buy snacks,” Saten smiled. Everyone nodded, and Kuroko forced a smile as they headed towards the theater. This was bad. She was totally fine squirming and holding herself openly next to Mikoto, especially in the dark theater, but she didn’t want to do something like that in front of Uiharu or Saten. She also had no idea how this would affect her plans for after the movie. As she fretted, she felt her bladder continue to swell as she walked. She was filling up faster than she expected. She was starting to think that, at this rate, she might not even make it to the movie. Maybe it was time to abandon her plans? No! I’m doing this for Onee-sama! The plan will work out in the end! Kuroko shuffled along, pressing her thighs together and trying not to be too obvious about her discomfort as she walked. By the time the group got to the theater, she really just wanted to sit down and cross her legs. Unfortunately, they still needed to buy their tickets, and the others all wanted treats and snacks for the movies. “I’ll take a large soda!” Saten ordered, “Oh, and an extra-large popcorn! It’s supposed to be a longer movie, so we should get plenty to eat and drink!” “I want plenty of sweets,” Uiharu declared, “You owe me, since we didn’t get to go to the cafe.” “We just ate, so I’ll just take a soda,” Mikoto ordered. It was Kuroko’s turn, and she paused. She didn’t really want anything more to drink, and she just ate herself, but it would look odd if she didn’t order anything. “I’ll take a small popcorn,” Kuroko ordered. Maybe having a salty snack would help take her mind off of her growing need to pee. Satisfied with their snacks, the four girls made their way into the correct theater and found a seat that was neither too close to the screen, nor too far back. Despite the movie being just released and really popular, they managed to find a more quiet row. Kuroko was thankful for that, since it meant there were less people to catch her squirming. Kuroko also made sure she was on the edge of the group, with only Mikoto to her right. Uiharu was next, and Saten was on the other edge to the far right. As they sat down, Saten looked over and frowned, “Oh hey, Uiharu? Did you not get a drink?” “Oh? Oh no, I totally forgot!” Uiharu’s head drooped in dismay, “I was too busy ordering sweets.” “I’d offer to share, since mine’s so large, but I know you don’t like orange soda,” Saten frowned. “There’s still enough time for me to-” suddenly, the lights faded and the countdown for the movie began. There were still ads and stuff first, but not enough time for Uiharu to go back and order. “Hey,” Mikoto looked over at Kuroko, “Don’t you have that big bottle of tea in your bag?” Kuroko’s eyes widened. She did still have the bottle of buckwheat tea in her bag, but naturally, and even though it was only half-full, it was a large enough bottle that there was still plenty left. Of course, it was also spiked with diuretics, but Kuroko couldn’t admit that, and she couldn’t think of any other reason not to share. “I, uh, yeah, hold on,” Kuroko dug around in her bag and passed Uiharu the diuretic tea. I’m so sorry, Uiharu! Kuroko felt really bad, and she was all the more conscious of her own bladder because of it. She had to go quite bad, bordering on desperate, and the movie was just starting. Kuroko bit her lip. Perhaps she had overdone it. I’ll be fine. I can hold it. Besides, really only Onee-sama can see me, so I can hold it a bit more openly. Kuroko rubbed her knees together as she tried to focus on the movie. It opened with an action scene to get the audience hooked, so Kuroko was able to ignore her growing desperation for the most part, only squeezing her thighs together and grabbing the hem of her skirt with her hands when she was hit with a wave of pressure from her full bladder. She glanced over at Mikoto, who was smiling as her eyes were locked to the big screen. Kuroko allowed herself a small smile in spite of her situation. This whole thing had been to cheer up Mikoto, after all, and it definitely seemed like Mikoto was enjoying herself. Seeing that, Kuroko was able to push her discomfort to the back of her mind and enjoy spending time with Mikoto. Unfortunately, the distraction was short-lived, and Kuroko felt another spasm from her abdomen. She bit her lip and danced in her seat a bit, carefully trying not to distract Mikoto. Her full bladder was starting to bulge out against the waistband of her skirt, and she could feel the pressure continuing to mount. Mikoto looked over at her for a moment, and Kuroko suppressed her squirming. Her plan was to eventually let Mikoto know she was desperate, but she wanted to wait far enough into the movie, where it would be normal for a person to try to wait it out, even if they really had to go. Kuroko smiled at her, and Mikoto turned back towards the screen. Kuroko let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding, and then caught some movement out of the corner of her eye. Uiharu was bouncing her legs up and down. It was subtle, and maybe Kuroko only noticed because she had to pee herself, or because she knew Uiharu was drinking her diuretic-laden tea. Still, she felt bad. Does Uiharu have to pee because of me? Kuroko shook her head. That couldn’t have been it. The diuretic didn’t work that fast, and there was a lull in the movie. If Uiharu had to pee badly enough already, surely she would just go. After all, she didn’t have a reason to be holding it, unlike Kuroko. Having come to that conclusion, Kuroko turned her attention back to the movie. Unfortunately, it was a bit of a slow point, and wasn’t doing nearly as much as the fast-paced action scene that opened the movie. Kuroko’s focus kept snapping back to her full bladder, and she was finding it harder and harder to stifle her desperate movements. Simply squeezing her thighs together didn’t seem to help. She crossed her legs and rubbed them together, leaning back in the theater seat and trying to find a somewhat comfortable position. Luckily, the movie’s pace picked back up, and Kuroko was once again able to distract herself from her desperation, if only a little. However, curiosity got the better of her, and she glanced back over at Uiharu. She had finished almost all of Kuroko’s spiked tea, and was sitting rather stiffly, shuffling slightly in her seat. Kuroko felt a pang of guilt as she watched her. It really did look like Uiharu also had to pee. Kuroko made it halfway through the movie like that, shifting her focus from the movie, her own desperation, and Uiharu’s familiar movements. However, it was getting harder and harder to focus. Kuroko’s bladder was like a rock in her abdomen, swelling from how much pent-up pee she was holding back. She had definitely overdone it with the diuretic. Suddenly, Kuroko was hit with a strong spasm shooting straight through her bladder. The intense desperation made her stiffen up straight. She bounced her legs up and down, not caring about being subtle, as she fought the urge to openly grab herself. She clamped her jaw down and waited for the pressure to subside, just focusing on keeping the floodgates closed until it did. She managed to make it through, but it was clear she was absolutely bursting. It seemed like Mikoto had noticed, too, and turned to her in concern. “You okay, Kuroko?” “Of course, Onee-sama,” Kuroko whispered back, “I just… I kind of have to use the toilet.” “You should go,” Mikoto urged, probably remembering her own recent accidents. “I’m too invested in the movie,” Kuroko lied, “I can hold it.” Mikoto looked at her warily “As long as you’re sure.” In truth, she really wasn’t. That had been such an intense wave, and Kuroko wasn’t sure if she could survive many more of those without losing it. Still, she was determined to carry out her plan as best as possible. This is for Onee-sama! Thankfully, it seemed like that strong wave was the last one for a while, and it even seemed like her desperation seemed to subside for a bit afterwards. Kuroko was able to once again turn her focus back to the movie, and to Uiharu. If Kuroko suspected her of having to pee earlier, then she was positive she had to go now. She had her arms buried between her legs, tucked into the folds of her long skirt. She looked like she was simply sitting forwards with her hands resting in her lap, but Kuroko could tell from the desperate squirms and wriggles that Uiharu was definitely feeling the effects of her diuretic. Every so often, Uiharu would stiffen up, and squeeze her thighs around her hands. Uiharu nervously glanced towards the door to the theater, like she was thinking about getting up, but then she turned her attention back to the movie. Part of Kuroko wished she’d just get up and go already, but another part of her was glad that she wasn’t the only one trying to make it to the end of the movie. Though, since it was her fault that Uiharu had to pee in the first place, Kuroko knew that was selfish. As the movie moved towards the finale, Kuroko’s desperation returned in full force. It wasn’t as strong as the wave that had hit her, but the small respite her body had given her was over. She could feel her swollen bladder constantly pushing out, trying to make her loosen her muscles and let all that pent-up urine flow out of her. Kuroko tried to keep holding it just by shuffling around, rubbing her knees together, and crossing her legs, but she finally gave in and planted a hand between her legs, pressing against her crotch. “Kuroko, are you sure you’re okay?” Mikoto asked. “I’m fine, Onee-sama,” Kuroko answered, “Besides, the movie’s almost over.” Mikoto didn’t look convinced, but she turned her attention back to the screen. Kuroko was right, this was the finale. That meant she’d only have to hold it a little longer. Uiharu also looked relieved. The poor girl was restless, clearly battling a full bladder herself, but she seemed equally as determined to make it through to the end. Unfortunately for both her and Kuroko, the movie’s finale took place outside in the rain. The constant sound of rushing water did little to help either, and Kuroko was torn between trying to focus on the movie to distract herself from her bladder, and trying to ignore it and all the rain sounds making her desperation worse. Suddenly, she was hit with another strong wave of desperation, and she stiffened up. She clamped her hands against her crotch and pressed her thighs together, biting her lip to stifle a gasp. She felt like she was going to leak any second, her overfilled bladder stubbornly trying to force her to pee already. She felt a few drops leak out into her panties and she scrunched her eyes closed, putting all her focus into not letting any more out. Thankfully, she was able to gain control, just barely, but now she had to pee worse than before. Just a bit longer. I can hold it. I can hold it. If it’s for Onee-sama, then I can hold it! She kept her hands clamped down on her crotch as she returned her attention to the big screen. The rain didn’t help, but at this point Kuroko would take any distraction from the intense pressure in her abdomen. She caught Uiharu squirming desperately in her seat as well, and hoped for the both of them that the movie would end sooner rather than later. The last stretch of the movie was agonizing. Kuroko couldn’t remember the last time she had to pee so bad in her life. It took all her concentration and focus to stay dry, and she was seriously worried she was going to leak again. Thankfully, she somehow made it to the end, and as the lights brightened again, she stood up shakily. “You two should go,” Mikoto pointed out, and Uiharu blushed. Since Mikoto hadn’t said anything to her, maybe she thought her desperation wasn’t that obvious. “Yes, let’s hurry,” Kuroko urged. However, as she rushed off to the toilets, she remembered her original plan. Because she wanted to wet herself in front of Mikoto, she picked a movie and a theater where she knew the restrooms would be absolutely packed. Sure enough, she was right, with a line already forming outside the ladies room. That had been as intended. Her plan was to then teleport herself and Mikoto back to the dorm since the outing was over, and then pretend not to make it before rushing into the dorm’s toilet. Unfortunately, with Saten and Uiharu there, that wasn’t possible. What do I do? I was so focused on holding it that I forgot about the plan! Kuroko bounced and struggled as she fell into line behind Uiharu. She wouldn’t make it through the line at this rate. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She wanted to wet herself for Mikoto, but not in the middle of the theater, and not in front of all these people. I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it! Kuroko frantically looked around before spotting a side exit to the theater. It didn’t look like an emergency exit that would set off a fire alarm, so Kuroko rushed towards it, hands clamped between her legs. Mikoto watched her run off and yelled after her, but Kuroko didn’t have time. She rushed out of the theater and slipped into an alleyway out of sight. She couldn’t even attempt to pull her panties down before the floodgates burst. A hot, powerful stream of pee practically exploded out of her, splashing onto the ground with quite a bit of force. Kuroko gasped, bracing herself against the wall as she lost control completely. She felt the hot liquid soak straight through her panties and spray between her legs, splashing her shoes and flowing down in small rivulets. Behind her, she saw Mikoto round the corner and gasp at the sight. She let out a relieved sigh, both because of the sheer relief of finally getting to pee, and also because in the end, her plan had kind of worked. She was wetting herself in front of Mikoto. The pressure in her abdomen finally began to subside, and Kuroko couldn’t help but throw her head back and melt into the blissful feeling of relief. She felt her knees buckle and she placed her free hand against one of them to support herself as she continued to pee at full force through her skirt and panties and onto the ground below. Kuroko peed there for at least a minute before her flow finally started tapering off, slowing down to a stream, then intermittent dribbles, and finally it stopped, the only thing still falling to the puddle beneath her were the numerous drips from her wet panties, skirt, and legs. “Kuroko…” Mikoto looked at her sadly. “A-ah, I’m sorry, Onee-sama, I really had to go.” Mikoto walked over to her, flicking her on the forehead, “That’s why I told you to go during the movie.” “I thought I could make it. I just didn’t expect the line,” Kuroko lied. “Are you okay?” Mikoto asked sincerely. Kuroko’s heart skipped a beat. Onee-sama’s concerned about me! Ah, but I don’t want to make her feel bad over this. “It’s fine, Onee-sama. I can just teleport back to the dorm and get myself cleaned up in no time,” Kuroko smiled, “Besides, the only one who saw me wet myself is you.” “Well, as long as-” Mikoto stopped, placing a hand on her chin as if she was mulling something over in her mind, “Wait a minute… you didn’t do this on purpose, did you?” “W-what?” Kuroko asked, shocked that Mikoto might’ve figured her out. “You seem way too calm about this!” Mikoto accused, “Besides, you’ve never liked action movies so much that you’d risk wetting yourself just so you wouldn’t miss anything!” “I-I I just got really into this one, that’s all!” Kuroko replied, taking a step back. Mikoto definitely seemed to regain some of that fire she lost, and she was now glaring at Kuroko. “You were pretty restless the whole movie, and you didn’t go before we sat down, or before we left the cafe,” Mikoto pointed out, “And you knew the theater’s restrooms are always packed! I even warned you about it earlier!” “I’m sorry, Onee-sama,” Kuroko apologized, bowing profusely. “I can’t believe you’d wet yourself on purpose just to try to make me feel better!” Mikoto shouted in disbelief. She stepped forwards, careful to step around Kuroko’s puddle, and Kuroko braced herself, expecting an angry slap or a shock. Instead, Mikoto chopped her head gently, and let out a heavy sigh. “Dummy,” Mikoto spoke, her voice much softer and calmer now, “You didn’t have to do that, you know. Just spending time with you today made me feel better. But thank you, Kuroko.” She hugged Kuroko, who turned bright red, on the verge of tears. “Onee-samaaaaaa!" Kuroko hugged her back tighter, and tighter, and after a few moments Mikoto pushed her off. “Okay, that’s quite enough! Now go get yourself cleaned up back at the dorm, I’ll go find Saten and Uiharu. I won’t tell them you wet yourself, I’ll say you teleported back to the dorm to use the toilet.” “Thank you, Onee-sama!” Kuroko smiled. She teleported away to do just that, leaving Mikoto alone in the alleyway with her puddle. Mikoto quickly left and went back into the theater to find Saten and Uiharu. By the time Kuroko returned, Uiharu had somehow made it through the line, and she was waiting outside the theater with Mikoto. Apparently Saten was still in the theater, stuck playing one of the arcade games they had in the lobby. “Welcome back,” Uiharu smiled, “I’m glad you made it!” “Y-yeah,” Kuroko nodded, blushing slightly. Mikoto flashed her a knowing smile, and Kuroko finally understood what had gotten her down the past few days. Part of her wanted to crawl under a rock and hide forever. “What should we do now? Want to grab dinner and talk about the movie?” Mikoto suggested. “That sounds like a great idea!” Uiharu beamed, “I was really glued to my seat there, though I really should’ve gone before the movie started.” Kuroko let out a small sigh of relief. At least it wasn’t JUST her diuretic that had led to Uiharu’s desperation. “Now, we just have to wait until Saten gets out and-” “U-i-ha-ru~!” Saten had managed to come up to them without them noticing, and had planted herself firmly before Uiharu’s skirt. She flipped it up casually, and everyone caught a glimpse of Uiharu’s panties. Kuroko blushed and turned away immediately, but there was no denying it. They were wet. S-S-SATEN!” Uiharu yelled, holding her skirt down and blushing furiously. “Uiharu, you-” Mikoto began. “I made it! I held it in! I made it to the toilet, I just… there was some… a little leaked out…” Uiharu blushed furiously, trembling so much that for a moment, Kuroko was afraid she would transcend dimensions and display some new esper ability, “This is all Saten’s fault!” “S-s-sorry, Uiharu!” Saten apologized profusely, “I didn’t mean it! I’ll make it up to you! Next time, the cafe’s on me!” As Uiharu continued pouting at Saten, the four girls set off towards the usual diner, eager to change the subject away from Uiharu’s panties, and back towards the movie. As Mikoto walked and laughed, Kuroko watched her happily, grateful that, even though the day hadn’t gone exactly like she had planned, that she had succeeded in cheering her up. The End
  9. When it comes to me, I imagine like this. A beautiful teen girl drinks a lot of water when sunsets. She arrives home at night with a tired body. She takes a shower and forgets to pee because of her tiredness. She just goes to bed with amounts of pee in her bladder. Next morning, she wakes up with a very huge urge of pee that even hurts her belly. She tries to move her body to toilet, but she cannot. She notices that if she just take a step, then the pee will come out uncontrollably. Some golden liquids leaks out of her pussy. She can feel it, but she can't respond. She's just stuck to the bed with legs crossed and hands holding her crotch. Then she notices that she is home alone. It means no one can see her, so she can just let it go on the mattress. But she hesitates to do like that. But while she hesitates, the urge gets even stronger and now starts to hurt her stomach. Finally she decides to just pee on her bed. Since she's wearing only panties, she just pulls it aside. But pee doesn't come out, because she haven't peed not in the toilet through her entire 18 years life. The muscles are not relaxed and bladder bulges like she is pregnant. She just waits and tries to relax her body, imagining like she's in the toilet. Finally a little spurts out, and more, and more pee comes out of her pussy. She finally starts to pee on the bed. The stream of pee comes like a huge falls. She moans loudly and smiles without recognizing. It takes about 10 minutes to finish her epic relief. ================================ So this is my favorite Omo fantasy. What is your favorite situation? Let's share it.
  10. View File Genuine hold and release in sports short I genuinely tried to hold it for a long time, but I decided to let it go on purpose eventually. The sports shorts are too thin to hold back the strong stream pushing forward…. Submitter Leaky-angie Submitted 06/05/2023 Category Transgender (FtM)
  11. Hello omo.org-ers! This is my first time sharing my own content that isn’t fanfiction so bear with me. I am in my early 20s and have short ginger hair that i cut into a mullet. I’m 5’1 and just on the border between being thin and mid-sized. I’m also nonbinary and use they/them pronouns. Today i was home alone for a while, so i decided to hold and wet, which i never get the chance to do anymore. So I walked to 7-11 and picked up a starbucks triple shot mocha to jumpstart my bladder and got to sipping. Or, actually chugging. After a while i started to feel the vague need to pee, so i pressed on my bladder to check how bad the need was (I often struggle with identifying this). Probably a 6/10. So i changed into my wetting clothes and went into the bathroom. My wetting clothes consist of some old boxer-briefs that are too tight for regular use and some lavender colored booty shorts. I also wore a tight long sleeved black shirt that clung to my body. I set up my camera and laid down a towel and let go- and it was heavenly. The glorious wet warmth spread across my legs and down to the towel, making a loud dripping sound that would be unmistakable as an accident if anyone had been around to hear. Now I have some laundry to do! Please don’t repost this pic or video elsewhere, I really would like it to remain on this website only. Let me know what you think 🙂 ips-2BC51703-3A5D-42AD-93A7-CD0866CB4D5A (online-video-cutter.com).mp4
  12. View File Lady wetting on purpose I got this one on Twitter. I may erase these videos because of the copyright issues. Enjoy! Submitter reta Submitted 05/18/2023 Category Female
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    Hey there, Squall here! This is my first omo art featuring my dragon oc, and the story goes like this: Teaguan was working out so she had drank a lot of water. By the end of her workout, she had to pee so bad, but she just let it out because she doesn't care, she loves wetting herself
  15. I think Hu Tao is the type of girl in Genshin Impact who would wet herself on purpose.
  16. From the album: Omo-Bomber's sketch album

    A colored Sketch for once ☺️ also posting here instead of the furry section because she's technically a robot, not a chicken.
  17. Since i'm not able to go out this weekend thx to work, decided to make it a no peeing in the toilet weekend. There's also lots of laundry to be done, so I started out by putting on a pair of used pajamas and panties and going in them as I started a rapid desperation session. By the third hour of the drinking about 12oz an hour i was going every 20 minutes. Had to change which pajamas i was peeing in (i'd take them off each time to dry a little and put on some other pajama pants) once since they were soaked so much. Also with the ones I was wearing, I "simulated" wetting with some warm water so i was sitting in wet pants all night. When i upped the drink intake (adding tea in the mix now), i found it hard to be drinking the 12oz every 15 min, so been going slower. I also haven't been doing any holds - once it starts hurting, i pee until it stops hurting but keep drinking slowly. Also i changed into a combination of leggings under some old jeans. I'm so soaked right now, sitting in my chair with a waterproof pad that's slowly getting filled up...letting gushes out every few minutes. I set up an air bed since i need to be up in a few hours and am going to nap there with just the pad and a sheet over it...hopefully any accidents or on-purposes don't leak off the edge. Going to leave the leggings on but switch to another pair of pants...
  18. So I don't normally post any stories but I was really inspired by @peehour, wherever he is now, as I truly enjoyed his stories, writing style, characters and themes. Since his stories have all been removed (if anyone has them, please share them again as they were fun reads) and I'm eagerly waiting to read more from other wonderful writers here, @knockonthedoor (The Family Habit and I Think My Boss Needs to Pee) and @pinkelpeter (The Omorashi Missionary and The Hannah Chronicles). I decided to give a go at it, but unfortunately my writing isn't at a level I am proud of, so I've used AI to help create the story. I wanted to create a story of a girl having an accident at first but learning to love it and doing it on purpose afterwards. Yeah I'm a sucker for girls wearing certain clothing items. I don't expect this will be a hit but I also suspect that the AI developers will likely start blocking stories like this in the future (I'm definitely flagged for making the AI test adult themes), so I want to take advantage of it while I can. And because the AI doesn't allow explicit content, the story ends up being tame in nature but I was still impressed, even though there are signs of my own writing being passed through and repetition from the lack of data on the AI's part. DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are fictional (regardless of names or who you think they may be inspired by), the situations are fictional, and the output is done by AI. I will not show the prompts I used to generate the story since that causes confusion but I hope you enjoy the story as much as I did. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Story of Tisha - Chapter 1 - Tisha's Traffic Accident Tisha was a young, petite and slender Asian woman with long black hair and piercing brown eyes. She was dressed in a white blouse, paired with light blue skinny jeans that hugged her curves perfectly. She had on a pair of knee high black leather boots, which made her feel confident and stylish as she walked around the office. It was a Friday afternoon and Tisha was eager to start her weekend. She packed up her belongings and headed towards the door, filling up her water bottle on the way out. As she got in her car and started driving home, she didn't expect to run into heavy traffic. As she sat in the car, Tisha drank her water to pass the time. But as she continued to drink, she started to feel the need to pee. Tisha had never had an accident as an adult and she didn't want to start now. She tried to hold it for as long as she could, but with no exits in sight and no places to stop, she was running out of options. As a last resort, Tisha allowed herself to leak a little pee in order to relieve the pressure. This helped for a little while, but her need to pee only continued to increase. She started to lose control, releasing a little more than she intended with each squeeze of her bladder. She could feel the wetness spreading in her jeans, and when she looked down, she saw a dark wet spot on the crotch of her light blue jeans. Tisha hoped that she would make it home in time, but as the traffic showed no signs of moving, she knew she was running out of time. She clamped her legs together tight, trying her best to hold it. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel as she clenched every muscle in her body to hold it in. But it was no use. Her pee came out in pulses until it became an uncontrollable stream, wetting her jeans and filling her lap with warmth. Tisha felt a mix of shame and another feeling she couldn't quite describe as she realized she had accidentally wet herself. But at the same time, she felt a sense of relief that the pressure had finally been released. She looked down at her jeans, now completely soaked with pee, and the large puddle between her legs. Tisha didn't want to stop at any public bathrooms to hide what she had done, so she decided to drive until she was home. But less than half an hour later, her need to pee was back and stronger than ever. She blamed herself for drinking so much water and squeezed her legs together again, fighting the urge to pee. But she knew it was pointless to hold it any longer. She gave up and let herself pee in her jeans again, feeling relieved as the warm liquid filled her lap and pooled between her thighs. As she drove the rest of the way home, Tisha couldn't help but feel a hint of excitement at the thought of purposely wetting herself. She brushed it off, eager to get home and change into dry clothes. But deep down, she knew that this was a feeling she would have to explore further.
  19. Here's another one! This is actually the third in a series of stories (this is a continuation of this story here:) centered around DDLC, commissioned by the same client. I would've posted them all in the same thread, instead of individually like this, but they all have wildly different themes and tags, with the first one and this one containing messing. This one is actually solely focused on messing, so if that's not your cup of tea, this probably isn't the story for you. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! Competition and Awakening Natsuki walked along the darkened streets of the neighborhood, following closely behind Sayori as the two made their way back to her place. She found herself spending more and more time over at Sayori’s place lately. Not only was it a nice change of pace from her usual homelife, but she found she quite enjoyed Sayori’s company. On top of that, the two had recently discovered they shared somewhat similar interests. Namely, both of them were into experimenting with certain bodily needs. In particular, desperation, wetting, and messing. Though, in fairness, Natsuki herself had mostly been interested in desperation and wetting up until recently, and even then she was more interested in witnessing it than being an active participant. It wasn’t until the fateful slumber party several days ago that her interests had shifted somewhat, no doubt helped along by Sayori, who was shuffling along ahead of her. Sayori, as it turned out, was well-versed in wetting and desperation, and had experimented with it extensively, even before the sleepover. However, on that night, she and Natsuki had managed to rope the girls into a holding contest, and it had ended with her losing control of more than her bladder. It was this accident that had shifted her interests more towards messing herself, and she had subsequently confessed her interests to Natsuki, and even roped her into them once or twice. Earlier today was a good example, where Natsuki had just nearly missed Sayori wetting herself at the park. The images of Sayori standing in the park bathroom with sopping wet bottoms and a substantial puddle was still clear in her mind, and she couldn’t help but draw her attention to Sayori’s behind as they walked. Funnily enough, though, Sayori looked like she was shuffling awkwardly, and Natsuki immediately narrowed her eyes. “Hey, Sayori, are you okay?” “O-oh yeah, of course, I’m fine!” Sayori smiled, though her expression was stiff and her face was pale. Natsuki didn’t buy it for a second, “I can tell you’re uncomfortable. You’re holding it, aren’t you?” “You caught me,” Sayori gave up, a little too easily in Natsuki’s mind, “I kind of really have to poop.” “Well, we’re almost at your house. You’re not gonna shit yourself, right?” Natsuki teased. “Natsuki!” Sayori blushed, “N-no, I’ll be fine!” The two continued to walk onward and Natsuki could tell Sayori was teasing her. While her walk had been stiff and awkward before, it was clear Sayori was really playing up how badly she had to poop. She was shuffling stiffly with her hand against her rear, like she was literally holding it back. She was more doubled over than she was before, and she was rubbing her stomach. The two finally reached Sayori’s house, and Sayori hurried up to the front door. As she struggled with the keys, she let out a gasp, and doubled over. She let out a loud fart before she felt her bowels contract, and suddenly a lump began forming in her shorts. It grew as she felt herself totally and completely lose control, her body pushing out all her poop into her panties. Natsuki got a full view as she watched Sayori mess herself. She could hear the distinct crackle of Sayori filling her panties as the stench struck her immediately, and she took a step back. Sayori let out another gasp, and suddenly a hissing accompanied the sound of her messing as a wet spot spread across the back of Sayori’s shorts. Pee shot out between her legs and splattered onto the tiles below, and Sayori fruitlessly tried to clamp down on the flow as she wet herself too. When she was done, she let out a relieved sigh and turned to Natsuki, face red. “Sorry, I guess I couldn’t make it after all, hehehe,” Sayori scratched the back of her head awkwardly. Natsuki narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, “That was on purpose, wasn’t it?” “What? No way! I was really holding it in!” Sayori tried, “I’ve needed to go for a while, actually.” “Nice try,” Nastuki replied slyly, “But if that were true, you could’ve just went at the park earlier when you wet yourself. Unless you put it off, which still would’ve been on purpose.” Sayori slumped her shoulders and lowered her gaze, “Alright, fine, you got me.” Suddenly, the sound of a shutter went off, and Sayori’s eyes widened. She looked up to see Natsuki holding up her phone and smiling mischievously. “Did… did you just take a picture of me?” Sayori asked, blushing. “Sure did, you look funny standing there with your pants a total mess,” Natsuki smirked. She held up her phone to show Sayori the photo of her, standing there with a noticeable lump in her shorts and a dark patch with wet streaks still running down her legs, “I got one of you in the park earlier too, when you wet yourself.” “That’s so embarrassing,” Sayori blushed even more, “And on top of that, I can’t believe I wet myself twice.” “Wait, that wasn’t on purpose?” Natsuki asked. “No, I just wanted to have a little fun and I really had to poop, but the wetting was accidental. I guess my bladder was still weak from earlier and I lost control,” Sayori admitted, pulling at the legs of her shorts and making an disgusted face, “I didn’t expect to wet myself, this is the worst.” “Why are you complaining?” Natsuki asked, “I mean, you literally just said you shit yourself on purpose, but suddenly wetting yourself is a no-go?” “W-well, I like holding it in, but actually wetting myself always felt a bit icky to me. Also it’s a pain to clean up. Whereas, as long as it’s not too loose, poop’s a bit easier to deal with.” Natsuki wrinkled her nose, “I dunno, I think messing’s worse, personally.” “Have you tried it yet?” Sayori asked, “Messing, I mean?” Natsuki blushed. After she had initially discussed the topic with Sayori, she thought back to the day of the slumber party and got curious. Sayori was far more adventurous than Natsuki when it come to experimentation, so she had rather quickly taking to experimenting with messing, and had encouraged Natsuki to experiment. “I-I have,” Natsuki admitted, recalling the experience with no shortage of embarrassment. “Oh, now you’re the one getting embarrassed,” Sayori smiled, “You enjoy teasing me and taking photos, but it seems like I can handle this stuff better than you.” “T-that’s only because I’m more into watching than doing!” “Oh really? You seemed pretty into the holding contest at the sleepover.” “I just got excited that I’d get to see everyone wet themselves, and I was determined to win,” Natsuki pointed out defensively. She then puffed out her chest with pride, “Which I did, by the way.” “You only won because both me and Monika had to poop too,” Sayori pointed out. “That was your own fault, that wasn’t supposed to be part of the competition. Besides, Monika didn’t even say she had to poop.” Sayori places a finger on her chin and nodded, “I guess that’s true. But if poop had been part of the competition, I’m pretty sure I would’ve won.” “How are you so sure? You didn’t even realize you were into it until the sleepover anyway, right?” Natsuki pointed out. “That’s true, but I have experience holding it in general, and I’m more comfortable experimenting around with this stuff than you. You just like to watch, right?” “W-well, yeah, but…” Natsuki began. “So clearly if we did anything embarrassing involving messing ourselves, I’m pretty confident,” Sayori concluded. “J-just because you’re more used to it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t win!” “Okay. Why don’t we just find out, then,” Sayori suggested simply. “What, like another holding contest, but with poop?” Natsuki asked. “No,” Sayori shook her head, “A regular holding contest would just be boring. Besides, it has to be embarrassing, right? So why don’t we have a competition where we see who can mess themselves in the riskiest place?” “T-that’s…” Natsuki began. She was about to say embarrassing, but then she realized the whole point of the contest was to prove that she could handle being embarrassed. Instead, she shifted gears, “H-how would we even do a contest like that? Are we just going to follow each other around and watch?” “I think that would limit it too much,” Sayori replied, “So why don’t we take pictures? We’ll find risky places to mess ourselves, and then take pictures of us doing it! Whoever does it in the riskiest place wins the contest!” Natsuki paused. She had let her competitive side get the better of her, but now she was having serious second thoughts. Still, even now, it was difficult for her to admit defeat, and part of her still wanted to prove Sayori wrong. “I’m not so sure about that,” Natsuki finally replied. “Oh come on, it’ll be fun! Besides, you have pictures of me, so isn’t it only fair that I get some pictures of you messing yourself too?” Sayori smiled teasingly, “Or are you too embarrassed for that too?” Natsuki puffed out her cheeks defiantly, “Fine, I’ll do it!” “Great!” Sayori smiled. “Let’s discuss the details inside, though. We need to get you and this mess cleaned up. We’ve been standing out here for a while, and it’s starting to smell.” Natsuki pointed to Sayori, who was still standing there with her shorts stained with urine and her panties filled with her earlier mess. Back on the receiving end of the teasing, Sayori suddenly became self-conscious that she had just been standing around at her front door like that. Blushing, she nodded in agreement, “Good idea.” *** Later that night, Natsuki found herself lying on her bed, staring up at her ceiling. Her heart was racing and her mind was filled with thoughts on the contest she had agreed to. After Sayori had gotten cleaned up and they had dinner, they returned to the subject, and Sayori clarified that by “riskiest place” she meant a situation where it would be super embarrassing to get caught. That meant, if Natsuki really wanted to win the contest, she’d have to come up with a more embarrassing place than Sayori. Of course, this meant that Natsuki would have to mess herself in public somewhere, and seeing as she had just started experimenting, she had only ever messed herself once, and naturally it had been in the privacy of her own home. Natsuki struggled to come up with a situation where she could mess herself where she could get caught, but where she could also get away with it. The classroom wouldn’t work. She’d get caught almost immediately. She could go for a walk around the neighborhood or even at the park at night without a lot of people around, but considering Sayori was perfectly fine messing herself at her front door on purpose, Natsuki figured this didn’t really count either. I just can’t really think of a good place where I won’t get caught immediately, and I can hopefully hide it. As she wracked her brain for ideas, Natsuki found herself recalling her first experience with messing. It had been a relatively quiet day and she knew her father would be out of the house, so she planned that she wouldn’t poop all day. She had experimented a few times with holding it before, and found it much easier to plan around holding in her bowels than her bladder. It was almost an unconscious decision to just not poop, and it helped that she didn’t start feeling anything until after dinner. As Natsuki felt the slightest pressure in her bowels, she was able to start her evening. She had picked out a lengthy manga to read, and her plan was to hold it until she made it through the entire series. She made sure to change into older clothes that she didn’t mind making a mess in, and started. At first the challenge was simple enough. Natsuki was feeling a slight nag to go, but outside of a few grumbles and gurgles from her stomach, it was a trivial matter to push the urge off and dive into the first book. Natsuki finished volume one and went to grab volume two, when suddenly the pressure in her stomach shot up. She felt bloated and she clenched her butt to keep her poop contained. She relaxed and let out a fart by accident, but luckily that seemed to be where most of the pressure came from, and the desperate urge subsided. Unfortunately, Natsuki couldn’t quite push the feeling back as she was reading the second volume, and was forced to sit stiffly, shuffling on her bed as she tried not to think about how full her bowels were becoming. Natsuki felt another sharp wave of pressure hit her and she clenched again, trying not to let it get to her as she finished off volume two and picked up three. Her reading slowed down considerably as her desperation increased, and Natsuki found herself really struggling to hold it in. She clenched against the pressure as she felt her bowels twist and gurgle. Natsuki let out another fart to relieve some of the pressure, but she could still feel all her pent-up poop trying to push its way out. She clenched and struggled as she turned the page, her mind barely able to focus on the manga anymore. It was clear to Natsuki at that point that she wasn’t going to make it through the entire series. She had definitely overestimated her ability to hold it, and just how quickly her urge to poop would grow from the nagging it was after dinner to full-on desperation. Still, Natsuki was determined to at least make it through volume 3. She shuffled and clenched as she rubbed her stomach with one hand, trying desperately to make it until the end of the manga. Natsuki’s stomach protested with constant grumbles as she felt her poop pressing out against her asshole, and she was really worried she’d wind up letting it out right then and there. She fought back the desperation and skimmed more than read through the last of volume 3 before tossing it to her bed and standing up. Immediately Natsuki doubled over as a sharp wave of pressure pushed out, and she was forced to clench and squirm just to not mess herself there. It would be too much of a hassle to clean up in her bedroom, so she wanted to at least make it to the bathroom. Natsuki hobbled her way into the hall and walked stiffly and awkwardly to the toilet. As soon as she got there, the tempting sight of the toilet called to her, and as hesitant as Natsuki was to mess herself, she nearly caved. She wanted nothing more than to tear her panties down and finally relieve herself into the toilet. However, that would defeat the purpose of her having held it in so long, so she resisted the urge and squirmed there a few seconds longer before it finally happened. She felt her muscles loosen and heard a distinct cracking sound of all her pent-up shit making its way out of her. She had been holding it for quite a while, so it pushed its way out quite quickly. She squeezed out the first turd and let out a quick fart before the next came quickly after. It smelled foul from her having held it in, but thankfully it was firm and not loose. Finally, Natsuki was done, and her newly emptied bowels still throbbed from having held it in so long. Despite that, however, the actual mass in Natsuki’s panties wasn’t as impressive as she had hoped. When Sayori had totally messed herself, she had let out quite a lot, and part of her was disappointed she had given in well before holding that much poop. The cleanup had been somewhat gross, and Natsuki recalled hating the awful smell. Moreover, that had been the only time Natsuki had messed herself before accepting Sayori’s challenge. Now she was expected to not only mess herself, but do it somewhere public where she could get caught. Natsuki let out a sigh as her mind blanked. She checked the time and realized it was quite late, and decided that sleeping on it and brainstorming more tomorrow would be the better option. As she crawled into bed, her mind drifted to Sayori, and what kind of crazy ways she would wind up messing herself. Can I really outdo her? I mean, I got really competitive, but Sayori did it so openly earlier. I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle the embarrassment. *** Over the next few days, Natsuki went about her business normally, but all the while she was still trying to think of places that would work for the competition. She headed down to the convenience store and thought about doing it there, but the restrooms were right next to the registers. She wouldn’t be able to get away with it without getting caught by the employees. Natsuki thought about going to the cafe or some restaurant, but she recalled the foul smell and on top of not thinking she’d be able to get away with it, she also didn’t want to put that on anyone trying to eat. The weekend had passed her by and Natsuki still hadn’t figured out anything to do or anywhere to go for the contest. She found herself idly toying with her phone as she rolled idea after idea around in her head, only for her to strike each one out for one reason or another. Suddenly, she got a text from Sayori, and she opened it immediately. “Can you talk right now? I have a few stories for you!” “Sure,” Natsuki sent back, and within seconds Sayori called her. “What’s up?” Natsuki asked, lying down on her bed to get more comfortable while the two talked. “Well, as I mentioned, I have a few stories for you~,” Sayori sang, “I’ve been busy with our little competition lately.” “A-ah,” Natsuki replied awkwardly, feeling even more anxious that she hadn’t managed to think of anything yet. “Which do you want first, the stories, or the photos?” Sayori asked, before immediately interjecting, “Actually, I think it’ll be more fun if I tell you the stories first, and then send you the photos I took after.” “Alright, go ahead.” “So, the first was from Saturday. I peed before bed, but I didn’t poop the night before, so when my mom woke me up for breakfast, I really had to go. I could feel the pressure in my stomach as I made my way down to the kitchen. I walked right past the toilet too. I sat down as I watched my mom cook breakfast, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold it much longer. So I let it out right there. It felt really good to finally poop, and I was doing it right there in the kitchen with my mom standing there. I was behind the counter and the smell was masked by the smell of my mom’s cooking, so I was able to get away with it. I was able to get a really nice photo too!” Sayori immediately sent Natsuki a photo of her, standing and smiling at the camera teasingly as her mom cooked breakfast with her back turned. Sayori was turned to the side and showing off a prominent lump in her pajama shorts. “Wow, that’s definitely bold,” Natsuki agreed, “I couldn’t imagine doing that myself.” “It’s definitely the bolder of the two, I think,” Sayori admitted. “Wait, two? You have another one?” “I did say I had more than one, didn’t I?” Sayori asked, “The second is a little more tame, though. This one was yesterday. I held it in all day and went to go see a movie by myself last night. I already really had to go by the time I shuffled to the theater, and I picked an older movie that had been out for a while, but I never saw. The theater wasn’t as crowded since it wasn’t new, but there were still some people in it. I sat down and watched, trying not to go for as long as possible. I held it in a lot, and I could really feel my stomach cramping up. I was aiming to totally finish it, but I would up only making it about 3/4ths of the way through before I just couldn’t hold it anymore. I totally messed myself right there. I have a photo from inside the theater, but it was dark so you can hardly see anything. The second photo when I was in the restroom is way better.” Sure enough, Sayori sent over another two photos. The first one was a dark, blurry mess, but Natsuki could barely make out the shape of Sayori’s butt, with the shadow of a lump behind. The second photo was in a bathroom stall, with Sayori proudly displaying her ass with her skirt pulled up and her panties filled to the brim with her shit. Natsuki’s interest in messing and wetting had always been a fascination to her out of finding the situations interesting, and somewhat comical, but something about this photo was different. She felt mesmerized, almost like she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. “That’s,” Natsuki struggled for the words, “That’s definitely a lot, you must’ve really had to go.” “I did, I really lost control on that one,” Sayori admitted, “Anyway, do you have any stories for me?” Suddenly, Natsuki was reminded of her difficulty coming up with ideas, and she stammered, “Uh, well, not exactly quite just yet.” “Oh, did you have something planned?” Sayori asked. “Y-yeah, of course, something big, that I’ve been preparing for, that’s all,” Natsuki lied through her teeth. “Oh, I’m getting excited, I can’t wait to see what you have planned!” Natsuki mentally chided herself as she continued idly chatting with Sayori. She had talked big, but in reality she had no ideas and was super nervous. Moreover, Sayori had already gotten a one-up on her, and Natsuki couldn’t imagine trying to pull of either of the messings Sayori managed. Still, where before her mind was a total blank, now she had some ideas and inspiration from Sayori. Natsuki slowly found herself formulating a plan she was fairly confident she could pull off, and as they talked, she actually found herself getting excited to execute it. *** The next day was a holiday off of school, which suited Natsuki perfectly. The night before, as well as that morning, she made sure to pee, but didn’t empty her bowels in preparation for the day. She had a big breakfast and sat around her house, reading manga on her phone as she eagerly waited. She could feel a slight urge to poop already, but it was nothing at the level she couldn’t ignore. She kept checking the time, and when it was late enough in the morning, she grabbed her bag, which had a spare change of clothes, and set out. As Natsuki walked to the station, she clenched and felt a pang in her bowels from holding it in. She wasn’t desperate, but it was definitely at the point she’d consider looking for a restroom. Of course, today, she had other plans. Natsuki pushed the urges back and walked along, a bit more stiff than normal, as she made her way down the street. It wasn’t long before she finally arrived at her destination, the train station. It was a good thing, too, because she could feel the pressure in her bowels mounting, and her need was starting to get a bit urgent. Natsuki bought a ticket to one of the less populated stations, and stepped through the turnstiles onto the platform. She felt her stomach gurgle at her in protest as she walked straight past the restrooms and towards the train. Natsuki glanced at the cars, happy to see that they were mostly empty. This was why it had been important for her to wait until the late morning. It was after morning rush hour but before lunch, so the train was less full. There were still people on board, but it was far less likely for anyone to notice her, especially if she sat away from most of them. Natsuki climbed into the train car and shuffled over to a seat in the corner, far from the other passengers. As soon as she sat down, a wave of pressure sent pain through her stomach, and she shuffled and clenched as she tried to hold herself. She let out a quiet fart and was grateful she was far enough away from the other passengers that they couldn’t hear or smell it. As all the poop pushed out against her asshole, Natsuki clenched up and looked around. She could go whenever she wanted, since holding it wasn’t a part of the contest, but she was really nervous all of a sudden. Moreover, she had picked a destination that would be relatively remote, so she could make her way to the bathrooms discreetly. The sooner she went, the longer she’d have to sit in her own mess, so Natsuki held on. Soon, the doors closed and the train started moving. Natsuki pulled up her phone and started browsing idly to take her mind off of her urgent need. It barely worked. She could feel her stomach turning over as she felt all the pressure building up in her bowels. Natsuki normally went right before bed, so skipping her nightly bathroom break, and then not going that morning when she woke up, was really starting to catch up to her. She could feel poop press out against her asshole, trying to force its way out, and she clenched up, shuffling in her seat as she glanced around nervously. Natsuki once again considered just going then, but she got incredibly nervous. She started worrying that the smell would eventually drift throughout the train car, or that someone would notice, so she kept holding it. As the train ride went on, however, Natsuki felt herself cramp up and she knew she was going to go sooner rather than later. She thought about how good it would feel to let go, and then snap a few pictures, but another part of her was mortified at the idea. Every time Natsuki tried to build up the courage to just let it all out right then and there, she found her heart racing and scenarios of her getting caught played out in her mind. Natsuki was fighting a battle on two fronts. Her willpower to mess herself and her bodily urges. She was growing more desperate to poop and she tried to use that to power through and just let it out, but she couldn’t get past the mental block, and her body held fast. She clenched up even as the pressure mounted, and she let out another fart. Natsuki bit her lip and looked at the time. They were nearly at the next stop. Defeated, she decided to give up and go to the restroom properly as soon as they reached the stop. It wasn’t the less busy station she had planned to get off on, but that wouldn’t matter, since she wasn’t going to mess herself in public anymore. Natsuki felt her stomach churn and grumble in protest as the pressure sent another cramping wave through her body. She really had to poop. She clenched up and resolved to make it to the next station, but she was starting to get worried she wouldn’t. If Natsuki wasn’t absolutely desperate by this point, she’d find it funny that she came onto the train with the full intention of messing herself, and now she was desperately holding it to try not to. By the time they got to the next station, Natsuki was relieved. She stood up carefully and made her way for the doors, but then stopped. She had resolved to do this, and if she couldn’t get past this mental barrier, than she would definitely lose the contest with Sayori. I should just go here. I’m already about to mess myself. I just have to do it! Finding her newfound resolve, Natsuki returned to her seat, and felt her stomach rumble. She prepared to relax her muscles and let it all out, when suddenly a crowd of people piled onto the train car she was on. She let out a loud, smelly fart and blushed as she tried not to make eye-contact with any of them, and as soon as they got on, the train cars closed. Oh no! I didn’t expect this train to be so busy! Natsuki was now trapped on a train car crowded with people, and she was on the verge of totally shitting herself. She clenched as hard as she could and rubbed her stomach as she watched the crowd of people horrified. They were a big enough crowd and close enough to Natsuki that if she lost control now, voluntary or not, they’d definitely notice. She bit her lip as she felt the painful pressure squeeze and press, and she shuffled in her seat frantically. This is bad! If I do it now, they’ll definitely notice, but I really can’t hold it! Natsuki checked her phone. She knew from the station near her house to her destination was a 30 minute ride, and this station was just about halfway between them. That still meant that she’d somehow have to hold it for fifteen more minutes. She tried to take her mind off her intense need to poop by browsing through manga on her phone, but her vision was blurry and her mind was clouded by her desperation. Natsuki sat stiffly as her face paled, sweat rolling down her forehead as she tried desperately to fight back against the mounting pressure. She could feel her poop pushing out against her asshole with each cramp of her stomach, and she gripped at her abdomen with her hand painfully as she clenched as hard as she could. As she did so, she let out another fart, a silent one that stank like hell, and blushed, hoping none of the other passengers connected it to her. Natsuki found herself panting and straining as she tried desperately to hold on. She kept checking her phone frantically, as though watching the minutes tick by would somehow make the train go any faster. She was clenching her butt so hard she could feel it starting to sweat as she desperately held in all the poop inside of her. I can’t hold it, I’m definitely going to shit myself! As the minutes ticked by, Natsuki got more and more worried that she’d lose control right then and there. Once again, she would’ve found it ironic that she was desperately trying to prevent the very thing she had gotten on the train to do, but she couldn’t even focus on that. All she could think about was how full her bowels were, and how much she needed to poop. After what seemed like an eternity, Natsuki looked up and saw the other station come into view. Her stomach gurgled once more as though trying to make her trip at the finish line, but she clenched and held fast, and she managed to hold it despite the pain and cramping she was experiencing. The train pulled into the station and the doors opened, and Natsuki very carefully got up. She more hobbled than walked over to the doors and took a few steps out onto the platform before she felt another fart escape her. She could tell she was out of time. She barely got out of sight of the train car and the many people on it, and looked around the platform. There were people waiting, but not many, and as she predicted, it wasn’t very busy that day. Not having the strength to hold it anymore, and not wanting to even if she did, Natsuki felt herself unclench and relax, and suddenly she filled her panties with poop. She lost control suddenly, letting out a fart and then feeling all the shit she had tried to contain force it’s way out with almost blissful relief. She buckled her knees and hunched over to make herself seem small and looked around to see if anyone had noticed her, but it seemed like no one had yet. Natsuki continued filling her panties as she felt them sag. She felt some small turds fall out from between her legs and she blushed, feeling incredibly embarrassed and self-conscious. As soon as Natsuki was done, she quickly grabbed her phone and snapped a discreet, awkward photo of her accident and then rushed off to the nearest restrooms. She snapped another, clearer photo of herself once she was in the stall before turning her attention to the mess. She emptied the lump of shit in her panties into the toilet and grabbed her bag to clean herself up. Natsuki had brought plenty of wipes, a change of clothes, and a large, sealable airtight bag for her dirty clothes. She quickly changed out of her dirty clothes and wiped herself down thoroughly with the toilet wipes. She made sure she was fully clean before changing into a fresh pink skirt and clean panties before sitting down on the toilet again and reflecting on what she just did. I can’t believe I actually shit myself in public. Natsuki’s heart was racing, and her face was burning with embarrassment. At the same time, though, it was almost exhilarating, and the fact that she was pretty sure she had gotten away with it too made her feel a sense of excitement. Still, she was mortified about how close she had been to shitting herself in front of all those people. She couldn’t imagine committing and actually messing herself on the train. Natsuki wasn’t sure how long she sat there before a sudden knocking snapped her out of it. Someone on the other side of the door was dancing from foot to foot and knocking on the stall doors frantically. Natsuki quickly flushed the toilet and stood up, making sure all evidence of her mess was down the drain or sealed away deep within her bag before stepping out of the stall. The woman who was in line waiting gasped and nearly lunged past her as soon as she opened the stall door. Natsuki turned around just in time to see an older woman in a casual dress slam the door urgently. Natsuki paused for a brief minute and heard the woman groan as loud farts and plops came from inside the stall. She briefly wondered what would’ve happened if she had waited a little longer to open the door? Would that woman have lost control and filled her panties right outside of the stall? Natsuki shook her head from the thoughts and washed her hands before leaving. There wasn’t much she was interested in at the area where she had gotten off the train. She had mostly picked it as her destination due to it being a lesser-used stop, so there wasn’t much here. Not to mention she wasn’t too keen on hauling around a bag filled with her poop-stained clothes. She was fairly confident the bags she brought would hold in the smell reasonably well, but there was no sense in tempting fate by prolonging her trip. So, Natsuki quickly headed back onto the train platform and boarded the next train back, and returned home to discreetly clean up her clothes and reflect more on her accident. That evening, after dinner, all of the residual embarrassment from her day’s escapades had vanished, and she was actually getting excited to show Sayori the photos. She messaged her eagerly. “Hey Sayori, I got a few photos and a story for you!” “Oh! Very nice! What is it?” Sayori responded quickly. She seemed excited too. Natsuki relayed the story about what had happened to Sayori, leaving out some of the details about her hesitation and deciding not to go through with actually messing herself. She then sent the photos over, and Sayori responded by sending over a laughing face. “What’s so funny?” Natsuki texted back, pouting. “Oh, nothing. Just that I had the same idea,” Sayori admitted, “I got on a train because they weren’t as crowded today. I held it all night so I really had to go. I thought I was going to lose it a few times while walking to the station. However, I managed to clench really hard and make it to the platform, but by then I wasn’t even sure I’d make it onto the train, let alone hold it until the train started moving. To my relief, the train came and I boarded, and managed to take a seat. I still had to clench really hard. I was sure I was going to poop myself before we got moving. I accidentally let out a fart and the passengers around me noticed, but I don’t think they realized I needed to poop, I think they just thought I was gassy. Anyway, I managed to hold it until the train started moving, but 15 minutes into the train ride, I realized I wasn’t going to make it much longer. I tried to move to a more remote area of the train, but the train was more full than I wanted it to be, so I really couldn’t get away from everyone. I wound up tucking myself into a corner and totally filling my panties. I think most passengers just thought I farted, but I totally shit myself. They probably figured it out when the smell didn’t go away, though. I was so embarrassed!” Sayori then sent a few photos to Natsuki. Much like Natsuki, the first was a photo taken right after her accident, this time it was on the train, and Natsuki could even see people in the background, crinkling their noses at the smell. Another was still on the train, and showed off a bit more of Sayori’s full panties. Natsuki was astonished Sayori had gotten away with taking one like that. The last two were clearly taken in a toilet stall, where Sayori could better show off her messy panties and the full scope of her mess. Natsuki could definitely believe Sayori had been holding it all night, the load she let loose was impressive, and Natsuki wasn’t sure how Sayori’s panties managed to contain it all without it plopping out beneath her onto the floor of the train car. “Oh wow, I can’t believe we had the same idea,” Natsuki replied, trying to come across as casual. Of course, her true feelings were anything but. She couldn’t believe Sayori had come up with the same idea as her. Not only that, but between the two of them, it was clear that Sayori had executed the plan better, and the fact that she did it so openly and might have even gotten caught definitely meant that any lead that Natsuki hoped to claw back had slipped further and further behind. Natsuki puffed out her cheeks as she kept idly chatting with Sayori. She needed a bigger plan. Something bold. Something that not even Sayori would think of. As Natsuki wracked her brain, her eyes fell upon the manga she had been reading before dinner, and her eyes lit up. “Well, anyway, I should probably head to bed, we do have school tomorrow, after all,” Sayori pointed out. “Yeah, have a good night, Sayori!” Natsuki replied. “Good night!” As soon as the call ended, Natsuki lept from her bed and crouched down on the floor, digging around underneath it before finding a box she had hidden there. She opened it up and some neatly folded clothes and accessories sat within. She rolled the plan around in her mind for a few moments and blushed before pulling out a few of the accessories and nodding to herself. It was bold, but if Natsuki could pull this off, it would definitely be more daring than anything Sayori had done so far. *** It took Natsuki a few days to get ready, and in that time, Sayori hadn’t sent her any more stories or photos of messings for the contest. On the one hand, Natsuki was grateful. It gave her chance to prepare without falling further behind in the competition. On the other hand, Natsuki was worried. She didn’t know if Sayori was struggling for ideas, or if she was preparing for something big, and if it turned out to be the latter, then Natsuki was afraid whatever she came up with would more than match Natsuki’s own idea. Now, she was sitting in her last class, eagerly waiting for the final bell to ring. She was already starting to feel a slight nagging from her bowels, and she was hoping the subsequent walk to the station and the train ride would go quickly, in case any sudden urges struck her. Natsuki’s heart raced as she stared up at the clock, and her mind kept darting to the supplies she had tucked away in her bag. As soon as class was over, she grabbed her bag and practically bolted out of the classroom. On her way to the front entrance, however, she ran into Monika, who called out to her with a friendly, “Natsuki!” Natsuki wanted to get going as soon as possible, especially since she could feel her urge to poop growing slowly as her stomach gurgled, but she stopped anyway. “Hey Monika, what’s up?” Natsuki asked, somewhat hurried. “I was just looking for you, club’s canceled today, since Yuri and Sayori couldn’t make it,” Monika beamed, “But I wanted to ask if you want to come with me to the mall to pick up some stuff, and I was thinking about getting Yuri a gift.” “Oh, well, I’m actually-” Natsuki paused. She wanted to get moving on her plan, but something was weird about what Monika said, “Wait, a gift? But isn’t Yuri’s birthday in December?” “O-oh, yeah, well,” Monika looked away, stammering awkwardly, “There was actually- uh, well, I guess I can talk to you later.” “Y-yeah, sorry, I have something important to take care of,” Natsuki apologized. “Oh, no worries!” Monika smiled, waving her hand dismissively, “I did kind of ask you last minute. We’ll catch up some other time!” Monika was acting strange, and Natsuki’s curiosity was piqued, but she had been building up the nerve for her messing plan all day, and she couldn’t just pivot now. She’d have to talk to Monika about it later. As soon as they said their goodbyes, Natsuki sprang back into action. She changed her shoes at the front of the school and quickly made her way down the street and over to the nearby train station. She felt her stomach, gauging how urgent her need to poop was, and gratefully she didn’t have to go that bad yet. She’d have plenty of time to make it to her destination. Natsuki swiped her train pass and made her way over to the train platform, where she boarded a crowded train. Natsuki would’ve preferred the luxury of sitting down, but she was heading into the Akihabara. There was no way the train wouldn’t be crowded. As Natsuki stood there, shuffling slightly as she pushed her need to poop to the back of her mind, she took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. She reached into her bag and pulled out a manga to read on the train, and tried not to think about how embarrassing what she was about to do would be. It’s for the competition, after all! Natsuki felt one or two spikes of pressure from her bowels as her urge to poop grew, and she was forced to clench and shuffle around to avoid letting out an embarrassing fart in such a crowded train, but eventually she made it to her destination. She stepped off the train and looked around for the restrooms. Of course, Natsuki wasn’t there to poop. To give up at this point would be such an anticlimax, and Natsuki had been building up her nerves for this all day. Instead, as soon as she was in the stall, she reached into her bag and pulled out some vibrant-colored clothes. She began changing, slipping off her school uniform and neatly folding it and placing it in her bag. She then began dressing herself in the outfit she had tucked away. It was a frilly red dress with black trim and long black thigh high socks. She then slipped on a wig of long blue hair and a pair of fake eyeglasses. It was a cosplay of a relatively popular character from the series that had gotten all of this mess started at the slumber party. After she changed, Natsuki exited the stall and looked up into the mirror, fixing her wig and putting a medical mask over her face to hide her identity. The cosplay was pretty far removed from what she normally went for, both in terms of her normal style, as well as other cosplays she’s done in the past, but that was the point. Natsuki was almost unrecognizable. With a newfound air of confidence and anonymity, Natsuki walked out of the restrooms and onto the bright, bustling streets of Akihabara. She could feel her outfit grabbing attention almost immediately, which brought a blush to her face, but the fact that no one would recognize her definitely made her feel better. She felt her bowels grumble as her urge to poop spiked, and Natsuki was forced to pause and clench. She didn’t know if anyone had noticed, but she blushed anyway and hurried along. Messing herself in cosplay in the busy streets of Akihabara was not part of the plan. After a short walk, with Natsuki having to shrug off not only her growing urge to poop, but also the many eyes falling upon her from her cosplay, Natsuki made her way to her actual destination. It was a large manga shop filled with manga, anime, and figurines. She stepped in confidently and naturally everyone near the entrance who had seen her come in immediately turned to stare. It wasn’t impossible to spot the occasional cosplayer wandering around Akihabara, but usually they were advertising for something or trying to grab attention for an event. Natsuki was doing neither, and therefore grabbing a lot of attention. Natsuki looked around. The manga shop was pretty busy, and while some areas were more remote than others, there wasn’t really a place she could tuck away and mess herself discreetly. If she went now, people would definitely notice. Still, Natsuki wasn’t trying to avoid getting caught. That was the reason for her cosplay. She could get caught, but not recognized, and she couldn’t think of anything risky than that. Her heart pounded as she made her way over to the shelf and started browsing manga. She reached for a series that was quite purposeful. It was a rather crude and shameless series known for its toilet humor, and many of the characters got into situations like what Natsuki was in right now. Stuck in a bookstore needing to poop. Anyone reading the series would likely make the connection. Speaking of needing to poop, her stomach was starting to get restless, and she could feel the pressure as she clenched. Her poop continuously tried to push its way out of her as she held it back, and she was shuffling slightly. There were plenty of seats, but Natsuki didn’t want to sit down. She wanted people to notice her restlessness. As Natsuki felt the eyes of the other patrons on her, she felt her heart race in her chest. She couldn’t calm down. Underneath her mask, she was blushing constantly, and a nagging voice in the back of her mind was screaming at her that this was a bad idea. Still, another part of her was excited. Natsuki couldn’t remember the last time she felt so exhilarated. Another sharp signal from her bowels, and Natsuki rubbed her stomach as she clenched her ass as hard as she could. A somewhat loud fart escaped and she instantly felt eyes land upon her. She blushed furiously, but tried not to let it show as she continued to read the manga. She wasn’t really paying attention, but the character in the manga also had to go. Stuck somewhere she couldn’t use the bathroom after eating a comically large lunch. Watching the character’s struggles only further reminded Natsuki of her growing desperation, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. As Natsuki squirmed and shuffled around, she could see out of the corner of her eyes others were starting to notice, and some were gossiping about her. She wondered if any of them would come up to her and ask if she was okay, or if any of the staff would come to discreetly point her to the very clearly marked restrooms towards the back of the store. Another strong push from her bowels, and Natsuki let out another loud fart as she struggled to hold it in. She clenched and squeezed, but she could feel the mass of poop pressing out against her hole, begging to escape. If she loosened her muscles for a second, she was sure she would fill her panties. In the manga, the character who was also in desperate need of the toilet wound up getting freed at the last minute, and practically barreled over her friends just to make it. Natsuki let out a sigh. That was her problem with manga like these. They weren’t ever able to go too far, and never really committed to any wettings or messings. She supposed most people didn’t really want to see a character poop themselves, so she understood, but now that she had awakened to this interest, it bothered her. Natsuki shuffled over to the shelf and put the manga back, feeling more and more eyes on her as she was less and less able to mask her desperation. Trying to find another volume she knew had more toilet humor in it, she suddenly felt her stomach cramp up. She doubled over, trying to clench and hold it, but she really had to poop at this point. She felt her poop start to push out of her, and even as she desperately fought, she knew that she was at her limits. It happened quickly. She doubled over and relaxed, and suddenly all the shit she had been holding back pushed its way out of her quickly and forcefully. She was immediately hit by the strong smell as the poop she had been holding back finally exited her, and she let out a relieved sigh. She could feel it coming out as one long log, forcing out and filling her panties. They sagged immediately and she was worried some would fall out and land on the ground. As fine as she was with messing herself like this, the last thing she wanted was to stink up the store or make a mess for the staff to have to clean up. Luckily, however, her poop was solid enough that it stayed contained in her panties, and she was able to fully mess herself. She looked around, thinking people would notice. But her frilly dress covered up the bulge in her panties and while she was sure some knew, others were simply awkwardly glancing at her from time to time, like that had been before. Relieved that not everyone was now staring right at her, Natsuki carefully and discreetly snapped a few upskirt photos of the mess before hobbling to the bathroom, trying to walk as naturally as possible. On her way there, a blushing, bashful girl with long black hair approached her, “H-hey, sorry, I uh… I just wanted to say, I really like your cosplay!” Natsuki blushed intensely. She was standing there, with her panties filled with poop, and a girl was complimenting her, “I uh, thank you!” She brushed past the girl quickly and continued towards the bathroom, and she noticed the girl make a face like she had finally smelled the stench emanating from Natsuki’s panties and did a double-take in her direction. Natsuki didn’t dare meet her gaze again as she shuffled into the toilet. Just like before, Natsuki snapped a few more photos for Sayori before cleaning herself up. She changed out of her cosplay and separated the clothes that were clean from anything that had gotten messy from her accident before sitting down on the toilet. Now that she was back in her usual clothes and no longer desperate to poop, the reality of what Natsuki just did set in fully. Oh my god, I can’t believe I shit myself in front of other people. Embarrassment and shame washed over Natsuki as she sat there, stunned. Her mind practically went blank and she blushed furiously as her heart beat in her chest. Instead of waiting for when she got home, she pulled out her phone immediately. She needed to share this with Sayori. “Hey, so,” Natsuki began. She explained exactly what happened, and sent Sayori the photos of her accident. “Wow, I can’t believe you did something like that!” Sayori replied. “I would’ve never done it if I wasn’t in cosplay. No one could recognize me. Still, I’m absolutely mortified.” Natsuki admitted. “I think you did a really good job! I haven’t really come up with anything. I was thinking about messing myself in that cafe we went to the other day, but it was really crowded so I got nervous and backed out.” Natsuki felt better. Not only had she one-upped Sayori, but Sayori admitted that even she had her limits, and she wouldn’t go too far either. It made Natsuki feel more comfortable. “Don’t worry,” Sayori continued, “I don’t think anyone recognized you. And that you did something so risky. I think maybe you might have me beat on this one.” Natsuki smiled at seeing Sayori admit that she won, but something didn’t feel right. Sayori had still messed way more than her over the course of the competition, and while Natsuki agreed that what she just did was bold, bordering on insane, she didn’t really feel like she earned her victory yet. “Nah, I don’t want to win this easy,” Natsuki replied. “Easy? Natsuki, you totally outdid me on this one!” “Yeah, but you outdid me on the train, and you weren’t even in a disguise for that one.” “Alright, fine, how about one last round!” Sayori replied, “We each get one more messing, and whichever one is more daring wins?” “I’m fine with that one!” Natsuki nodded. As soon as they agreed on that, they said their goodbyes for the time being and Natsuki left the stall. She was reasonably sure that no one would recognize her as the girl in the cosplay from earlier, but the possibility was there, so she skirted around the shelves and left the bookstore as discreetly as possible. By the time she was on the train home, she had forgotten all of her residual embarrassment from her most recent messing, and was already brainstorming for the final round. *** Despite her determination, Natsuki had entirely exhausted all of her ideas for the final round. As much as she wracked her brain, she simply couldn’t come up with anything that came close to messing herself in a crowded bookstore in cosplay. Well, I suppose there’s shitting myself in a crowded bookstore NOT in cosplay, but I’ll never do that in a million years. It was Friday afternoon, and Natsuki found herself in her last class, trying to come up with anything. She also could feel her bowels nagging at her again. Over the last few days, Natsuki had taken to holding it until the last minute in case something came up. This meant that she was getting used to ignoring the feeling of having full bowels and the need to poop lingering at the back of her mind. She pushed back her growing urge and continued to zone out, staring up at the clock from time to time as the teacher droned on in the background. Perhaps she should wait for the weekend, which would open up her options a lot more. She was trying to think of stuff that neither her nor Sayori had done yet. For her, that ruled out the theater, the train, and the cafe. Even though Sayori never actually messed herself at the cafe, Natsuki wouldn’t feel right just taking the idea and doing it after Sayori already told her. Natsuki felt her stomach gurgle as she felt the pressure building, and she rubbed her abdomen as she looked back up at the clock. She wasn’t desperate yet, but if she was just going to wait for the weekend anyway, she figured she might as well go after class. Then again, they had club after class, and Natsuki began wondering if doing something at the club would work. By the time the bell rang, Natsuki resolved to at least hold it through the club meeting. She wasn’t struggling yet, and she could always excuse herself later if she decided not to mess herself there. On the other hand, if anything came up at the club, she’d be prepared. She’d even be doing it right in front of Sayori. As she stood up, she felt the pressure in her stomach build further and she was forced to stop and clench herself. She brushed off the urge and grabbed her bag before heading straight to the clubroom, passing by the restrooms on her way. “Oh, hey, Natsuki!” a cheery voice called. Natsuki looked up and saw Monika sitting at the front of the room. “Hey Monika!” Natsuki smiled, waving. She immediately turned to look around the room for the others, but surprisingly, neither Yuri nor Sayori were there yet. “Oh, the others aren’t going to make it today. Yuri’s out sick and Sayori’s at a budget meeting with the student council,” Monika answered, noticing Natsuki looking around, “I was gonna cancel club again today, but I had a few things I needed to finish up here first.” “Ah, sorry to hear that,” Natsuki replied before pausing, “Wait, isn’t the president supposed to go to the budget meeting?” “Well, it can be either the president or the vice president,” Monika began, “And for some reason, Sayori really wanted to go.” “Huh,” Natsuki shrugged, “Well, I guess that means it’s just the two of us, then.” “Seems so,” Monika smiled, “I have some papers I need to get ready for the autumn festival coming up next week, so I don’t really have much else planned for club today.” “That’s okay, I can help, if you want,” Natsuki offered. “I appreciate the offer, but it’s really more of a one-person job here,” Monika explained, “Oh, but feel free to stick around. We can chat.” Natsuki recalled the other day when Monika had invited her to go shopping, and she had to turn her down. Not only did Natsuki feel bad about turning it, but Monika had been acting odd, and Natsuki never got to talk to her about it afterwards or get to the bottom of it. “So, Yuri’s out sick, huh?” Natsuki asked. “Yeah, that’s why she’s been quiet, or at least, quieter than usual,” Monika nodded, “Don’t worry, though! It’s just a cold. Today’s the first day she’s had to stay home because of it.” “Well, I hope she gets well soon,” Natsuki replied, “Actually, is that why you wanted to get her something? A get-well-soon present?” “No, it wa-” Monika immediately paused and backpedaled, “Y-yeah, actually. I figured, we’re… friends, so I’d get her something nice.” Natsuki narrowed her eyes again. She wasn’t buying it, especially if today was the first day Yuri was actually sick enough to miss school. Monika was definitely acting weird, and hiding something when it came to Yuri. She gave Monika a scrutinizing gaze, noticing her shuffling around uncomfortably. Actually, Natsuki noticed that Monika was shuffling around a lot more than if she was just feeling a little awkward. Perhaps it was because Natsuki had to poop herself, but she noticed Monika shuffling her legs idly as she focused on whatever project she was doing for the festival. Suddenly, an idea hatched in Natsuki’s mind. If Monika did have to go, whether she had to pee or poop, if Natsuki could get them both to have an accident, then that was surely way more daring than anything else she could come up with that didn’t involve shitting herself in front of strangers again. However, Natsuki would first have to determine if Monika had to go. “Hey, Monika,” Natsuki began, “I’d hate to bother you while you’re busy, but I wanted to grab a manga from the back room, and I need help reaching it.” “Oh, it’s fine,” Monika smiled, standing up. As soon as she did so, she paused to shuffle in place, and Natsuki’s suspicions were all but confirmed, “I’m sorry for having you keep it on the top shelf. The teacher kept nagging me about it…” “It’s cool, I get it,” Natsuki nodded, “As long as you’re willing to help!” Monika smiled, though it looked a tad forced, and she stiffly made her way over to the back room. Natsuki followed suit, feeling her own bowels remind her that she was full too. She was really starting to feel the pressure building up inside of her. Monika reached up on her tippy toes and looked across Natsuki’s manga collection, “So, which ones did you want down?” “Hmm…” Natsuki trailed off as she watched Monika shuffling uncomfortably in her stretched out position. She took her time as Monika struggled, bouncing up and down on her feet as she was clearly squeezing her thighs together and clenching. “That one, on the far left,” Natsuki finally announced. “Sure thing!” Monika said, breathing a small sigh of relief. She stretched over to grab the manga Natsuki asked for, but then paused and made a pained noise as she rubbed her stomach. Suddenly a short, loud fart escaped her and she blushed furiously. She grabbed the manga and turned around stiffly, at first looking awkward about it, but then trying to laugh it off. “Haha, sorry about that!” “It’s okay, it happens,” Natsuki smirked, somewhat teasingly. Monika groaned as the two made their way out of the back room and back into the classroom proper. Monika was definitely walking way more stiffly at this point. Natsuki herself was more shuffling than walking back to the desk, but she was behind Monika, so she didn’t think she noticed yet. It was the perfect time for Natsuki to jump on her chance. “Say, Monika, are you okay?” Natsuki asked, “You seem a bit stiff?” “Huh? Oh,” Monika laughed, “I’m fine! Don’t worry about me.” “You’re acting odd,” Natsuki pointed out, “I know something’s up.” “A-alright, fine,” Monika sighed, defeated, “I actually kind of have to go to the bathroom, but I really wanted to finish these papers first.” “Oh, so that’s what that fart was,” Natsuki teased. “W-well,” Monika blushed, “Y-yes. I guess that’s part of it. I also really need to pee, but like I said, I can hold it until I’m finished.” Natsuki narrowed her eyes. Why would Monika insist on holding it just to finish the papers for the club? She was fine taking her time out to help her grab manga off the top shelf, so clearly it wasn’t a matter of not having time. Moreover, the whole excuse that Monika had to work on papers in the first place seemed a bit odd, considering that any paperwork for allocating funds for the autumn festival would’ve been due at the meeting Sayori was currently attending, and it wasn’t like they couldn’t all work on the flyers for the event next week. Actually, come to think of it, the other day at the park, Monika and Yuri had been acting very strangely. If Natsuki looked at it through the lens of something like what she and Sayori were doing, having a contest or just messing around with holding it, things made a lot more sense. Is it possible that Monika is also into this kind of thing? Jumping on that assumption, Natsuki immediately tried to tease out an answer. “Oh, but wouldn’t you be able to focus more if you just went?” Natsuki asked. She was suddenly hit by a wave of pressure from her abdomen, as if her own stomach was calling her out on her hypocrisy, but she simply clenched hard and tried not to look too stiff as she waited for Monika’s response. “W-well, I mean, I do well under pressure,” Monika replied. “I think that’s a different kind of pressure,” Natsuki teased, “Unless you mean you’re better at focusing when you have to go to the bathroom?” “No, that’s not-” Monika paused to shift around, shuffling her legs as she gathered her thoughts, “Well, that’s not to say that I think I focus better when I have to go.” “Oh, then why would you hold it?” Natsuki asked, “Unless you like that sort of thing?” “I mean, no one likes having to go to the bathroom, right?” Monika replied, “Unless that’s why you’ve been holding it too.” Natsuki was caught off guard, she felt her stomach cramp a little and blushed as she squeezed her thighs together. “Oh, don’t think I didn’t notice,” Monika smiled, “I’m quite interested in these sorts of things.” “Aha, so you are interested in them!” Natsuki pointed out. “Well, you are too, right?” Monika asked, “I mean, in the first place, this all started with that manga of yours.” “W-well, I never meant it to turn out like that,” Natsuki replied, “Besides, I wasn’t the only one who had an interest in this before the sleepover!” “Oh, so that’s what you two have been up to?” Monika smiled, “I was wondering why you two haven’t been coming to club as much this week.” “You say that like you and Yuri haven’t also been up to something!” Natsuki pointed out. Monika blushed, “Y-yeah, well, we’ve definitely been up to a whole lot, recently.” Before Monika could say anything else, however, she wound up letting out a gasp and doubling over. Perhaps seeing Monika desperate triggered Natsuki’s own body, because she now felt her full bowels trying to push their contents out, and she was forced to clench hard to keep the pressure contained. “Is that why you’re holding it now?” Natsuki asked. “Well, kind of,” Monika replied, still rubbing her abdomen and squirming around in her seat, “Actually, I was just planning on wetting myself and sending Yuri a photo to cheer her up, but then I realized I had to poop, and I kind of decided to hold both for myself.” “Ah,” Natsuki nodded. “What about you, why are you holding it?” “Well, basically the same thing, I’m gonna shit myself and send Sayori a photo later,” Natsuki replied. There was no reason Monika needed to know about the contest, or that she was now unwittingly a part of it. “Man, the way you said that…” Monika blushed. “What’s with that reaction?” Natsuki asked. “O-oh, nothing, sorry!” Monika backpedaled. The two sat there in awkward silence before Natsuki felt a sharp pressure build up in her backside. She was really full and she could feel all her poop right at her anus, bulging as it tried to escape. She was definitely coming up at her limits. However, it also looked like Monika was at her limits too. She could barely sit still, with a hand jammed between her legs as she squirmed and riggled around in her chair. Natsuki knew now was the time. They were both at their limits, and Natsuki knew the one thing that would push them both beyond the point of no return. “Well, I’m glad you opened up to me about this,” Natsuki smiled, “It’s nice to know I’m not alone in my interests.” As she spoke, she stood up and hobbled over to Monika, having to press a hand against her ass just to keep herself contained that much longer. Monika seemed caught off-guard by their sudden proximity, and before she knew it, Natsuki was hugging her from behind. Tightly. Too tightly. “Natsuki, stop, if you keep squeezing me like that I’ll… ah!” A spurt of pee shot out from between Monika’s legs and onto the floor, and the last of her strength gave out. Natsuki heard the combined sound of hissing and a soft almost crunching sound as Monika’s body finally let go of all she was holding back. Her panties quickly filled with poop as she pissed uncontrollably onto the floor. She must’ve been holding her pee in for quite a while, because her stream sprayed right through her panties and onto the floor in a waterfall. As Natsuki watched, she also lost control, her poop pushing its way out of her forcefully and almost explosively. It wasn’t messy, but she could feel it all coming out at once, her bowels forcing all her poop out of her in one giant mass. Despite her feeling like there was a lot, however, when she was finished it wasn’t actually all that much, staying neatly contained in her panties. She might’ve even been disappointed in herself, if it wasn’t for Monika standing next to her, also having an accident. Monika finished shitting herself and continued pissing until there was a sizable puddle on the floor of the classroom. When she finally finished, she let out a relieved sigh and braced herself against the desk, panting as she recovered from the heavenly release after holding so much in. Natsuki immediately took the opportunity to snap a few daring photos without Monika noticing. Once Monika came back to her senses, she turned around to Natsuki, “Well, I guess we better get this cleaned up, huh?” Natsuki nodded, not really caring about the mess. She was just excited to send the photos to Sayori later. *** “Well, you definitely won,” Sayori admitted after seeing the photos. Natsuki did a small fist pump as she laid on her bed, texting Sayori. “I can’t believe you got Monika to mess herself too.” “Well, she was already holding it,” Natsuki admitted. “Still, that’s way better than anything I could come up with. I was going to mess during the budget meeting with the student council, but when I was there I realized what a dumb idea that was. Not to mention it could ruin the reputation of the literature club. I didn’t want to do that to Monika.” Natsuki found that amusing, considering she was pretty sure after her earlier conversation that everyone in the literature club had a weird fascination with holding it, but she understood Sayori’s sentiments. “Oh, by the way, my parents are going to be leaving tonight for a short trip and they’re going to be out of the house for the weekend, in case you want to come over,” Sayori offered. Natsuki jumped on the chance, “Sure thing! I’ll be right over.” Not thirty minutes later, and Natsuki was fully packed up for a sleepover at Sayori’s, and already halfway down the street. By the time she got there, she saw Sayori’s parents on their way out. Her mother smiled at her politely. “Hello Natsuki! Sayori told us you’d be coming over! The door’s unlocked, so head on in. Sayori’s up in her room!” “Thank you!” Natsuki bowed politely to Sayori’s mother and father and rushed in. She closed the door behind her and called out, “Sayori, I’m here!” Before quickly heading up the stairs. She didn’t hear a response, so she figured Sayori was just busy with something or other in her room. She quickly made her way down the hall and gently opened the door. “Hey Sayo-Oh my god!” There, on her bed, was Sayori, legs spread with a finger rubbing against her clit. She had her cell phone in her other hand and was blushing furiously as she stared up at Natsuki like a deer caught in headlights. She quickly closed her legs and tried to make herself some semblance of presentable. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Sayori blushed furiously, “Those pictures from before just kind of… well… I… I got turned on, and I couldn’t help myself. I lost track of time.” “W-wait, this is like, a sexual thing for you?” Natsuki asked. “Wait, it wasn’t for you?” Sayori asked back. Suddenly, a lot of what Monika had said to her earlier that day made a lot more sense. Actually a lot of Sayori’s actions also made a lot more sense. Natsuki had always had an odd interest in holding it, but she had never personally considered it a sexual thing. Then again, she thought back to the thrill she got messing herself throughout the contest, and how much her heart was racing the more she did it. “No, I mean, it wasn’t, I mean…” Natsuki’s head spun with the sudden realization that this was a fetish, and that she had no idea if she was into it or not. Moreover, Sayori was literally getting off to photos of her. What did that make them now? Suddenly Natsuki also thought back to what Monika had said about her and Yuri. If this was a sexual thing for them, did that mean they were…? Natsuki sat down, feeling all the color drain from her face. “Oh my,” Sayori frowned, “M-maybe we need to talk…” The End
  20. Sorry, I had to have alliteration in the title. It’s cool.

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  22. View File Massive, Continuous Flood of Hot Pee into Jeans - old tumblr find Got another long-deleted tumblr omo video for yall! This one is definitely among my favorites; a girl stands in her room pointing a camera from below, and without any hesitation unleashes a total FLOOD of pee into her pants that goes on for a good minute. Spreading everywhere immediately, the wetness gushes constantly as she fully relieves herself completely into her jeans. She even puts her hand at her crotch and wets into it, as the pee leaks through her hand while she sloshes it around and makes a bigger mess. Such an amazing minute-long vid! *chefs kiss* Submitter Mitzki Submitted 08/30/2022 Category Female  
  23. It seems she’d rather just piss herself than actually take her clothes off. I mean I’m not complaining, are you?
  24. She has the right idea. If you piss through your pantyhose you can use it as a filter. I imagine it’d make your drink taste even better! Maybe.
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