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Wow, it's been a while. Some years ago, I began the adventures of these two young ladies and their bladder mishaps, but I never completed them. At long last, that is what I am attempting to do. And so, without further ado: Chapter 1 - An Introduction Specific tags: one-piece swimsuit, messing Angelica was surprised by the request her mom casually made while pressing the button on her phone to end the call. Not shocked, but it was nonetheless unexpected for a couple of reasons. “That was Jeanne. She needs someone to babysit Lily on Saturday afternoon. Do you think you could do it?” These were the reasons: first, Angelica never considered herself to be much of babysitting material. She had no younger siblings and was often the youngest in whatever group she found herself in, and so had never really interacted with kids much. But none of that mattered for the second reason: Lily was far too old for it to be considered “babysitting” at all. She raised an eyebrow and moved her lips to the side in an expression of “huh?” while asking, “Lily’s in high school, isn’t she? Isn’t that a little old to be babysat?” Her mom let out a little sigh and clarified. “Yes, yes, not really babysitting…fine. But Jeanne and Derek will be out at the doctor’s for the afternoon, and they don’t want Lily to be all alone at home during that time. Can you do it?” Angelica’s expression turned more placid as she thought for half a second before answering, “Sure, why not.” But her eyebrows immediately furrowed again as she remembered something else. “Wait a minute. Isn’t she the one who pees her pants all the time?” Try as she might, she couldn’t suppress a little snicker as she asked it. Angelica’s mother’s face darkened as she fixed her daughter with one of her Looks. The tone of her answer matched her expression. “She has a sympathetic spastic bladder. Don’t laugh about it. Can you imagine if it was you who had that condition?” “Yeah, I guess so.” Angelica looked away, feeling a little guilty. “Okay then. I’ll text Jeanne and let her know your answer. I can drop you off there and then she’ll bring you back here once she’s back from her appointment.” Angelica’s mom turned and walked down the hallway, texting with one hand. ~*~*~*~*~ It was about a quarter after one on Saturday when Angelica and her mom started the forty-minute drive out to Lily’s house. The drive was mostly free of conversation, as Angelica idly passed the time on her phone, texting and Instagramming. It was more out of boredom than anything else, and she found her mind wandering. How did her mom know Mrs., uh….Jeanne? Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know the family’s last name. Her mom met Jeanne through…the PTA? Was that it? Something like that. Angelica shifted in her seat and pushed a strand of brown hair behind her left ear. She had never been to Lily’s house before—in reality, the two barely knew each other. Her mom was friends with Lily’s mom, but the friendship didn’t extend to their daughters. But Lily’s family was pretty well off, from what she knew. They lived out in a rural location, but they had a neighborhood watch and an in-ground pool. Angelica wished she had put on her bathing suit under her T-shirt and faded jeans—it was great swimming weather, in the warm-but-not-too-hot mid-June, and what better way for two young girls to spend an afternoon together? Her mom interrupted into her thoughts to reiterate what she had already told Angelica before they left: “Now, remember, Ange, even though you’re doing a favor for them, you are still the Wellses’—” (aha! that was the name) “—guest. I want you to remember that. Be respectful of them and their home. Understood?” Angelica breathed in and raised her head a little, still looking at her phone. “Yeah, mom. You told me that before we left.” “Well, I want to make sure you understand it. This is your only chance to make a good first impression.” She gave her daughter a smile and turned her attention back to the road. A guest—that was probably the real reason why she hadn’t worn her bathing suit. She didn’t want to seem like she was disrespecting the Wellses by inviting herself to their pool—either to them or to her mom. Well. There would probably be other things she could find to do. The sun was making it hard to see her phone screen, so she turned off the screen and dropped it between her thighs, before leaning against the door and letting the light pour across her face. As they drove past miles and miles of woods, the sunlight flashed in and out through the trees like a strobe light. With her eyes closed, the pulsating was almost hypnotic, and her thoughts wandered again. So, Lily was maybe two or three years younger than she herself was. Was she into anything interesting? Angelica was almost done with Gone with the Wind and wondered about what kinds of books Lily liked…if any. Hopefully she wouldn’t want to spend the whole time just talking about boys. It might be fun for a little bit, but there’s only so long that kind of conversation could go on. And…then her thoughts went back to where they kept slipping back to: Lily’s issue with wetting her pants. She stifled a laugh again thinking about it. It just seemed so…ridiculous. That someone at her age wouldn’t just have an accident, but actually be accident prone. Sure, there was always the occasional middle schooler or even high schooler that would pee themselves on a class trip, or during a test…but those incidents were rare enough that they would become the thing of legend for a few weeks or so, drifting on the winds of school gossip. But an ongoing issue? That was crazy. Had she just never been potty trained properly? Angelica couldn’t even remember the last time she had had an accident. Well, other than the one time in middle school at the Davises’ house, but she didn’t want to think about that. What had her mom called it? “Sympathetic spastic bladder.” Sympathetic. Kind of like sympathetic vomiting? Or pain? So…did that mean that if someone else needed to pee, it made her need to pee too? That was the best she could figure. But that seemed pretty common. Doesn’t that kind of thing happen to most people? Lily’s condition must just be a lot more severe. It must be, if she actually had wetting accidents from it. Man, that must be crazy. Angelica tilted her head back and tried to imagine what that must be like: bladder twitching and contracting, shifting from leg to leg, squeezing your thighs together hard to keep the flood inside…but then feeling yourself lose control, and pee flow out of you, despite your best efforts, all across your crotch and down your legs…as if on cue, Angelica’s own bladder gave an involuntary twitch and she took a quick intake of breath. Thankfully, she didn’t need to pee right now, but oh my goodness. She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying that would be. Trying to take her mind off it, she picked up her phone again from between her legs and went back to distracting herself. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if Lily would have any…issues…today, though. But she knew better than to bring it up when there. ~*~*~*~*~ The hatchback crunched to a stop on the gravel drive and shut off. Both Angelica and her mom stepped out, stretching and breathing in the air. All around were woods, and no traffic could be heard. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the buzzing of cicadas and other insects. Mrs. Wells was already out the front door and coming up to meet them. “Tracy! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you for coming. And hello again, Angelica!” She gave each of them a hug when greeting them. Angelica had only met Mr. and Mrs. Wells once, but this sanguinity seemed to be standard behavior. She smiled back, “Hi. Thanks for having me over.” “Oh, it’s our pleasure. You’re really doing us a huge favor! We couldn’t find anyone else we trusted on such short notice.” She said this last part to Angelica’s mom, but it didn’t prevent a small swell of pride from rising up inside Angelica at being apparently being considered so valuable. “Here, come right this way. You can meet Lily.” Instead of leading them through the house, she walked over to the side and unlatched a small wrought-iron gate. “She’s in the pool in the back. Do you like to swim, Angelica? Did you happen to bring your bathing suit with you?” “Um, I do, but I didn’t bring it, no.” “Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe next time. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure there’s plenty for you to entertain yourself with.” They were at the backyard now, and Angelica could see the pool stretching out in the yard, its shiny blue surface looking absolutely tantalizing. At least she could put her feet in. Mrs. Wells called out, “Lily? The Carpenters are here. Come and say hello.” As they stepped out of the shade of the house and back into the sun, Angelica could see a very thin, shoulder-length blonde-haired girl raise her head out of the pool and then climb up the ladder and stand there dripping as she grabbed a SpongeBob towel and wrapped it around her black one-piece swimsuit. She was shorter than Angelica but also slenderer, but she was already sporting a healthy tan, unlike Angelica, who preferred to stay indoors more. When she spoke, Angelica noticed that she had her mother’s mouth and smile. “Hi. I’m Lily. Are you Angelica?” Angelica started to respond with a yes when Mrs. Wells cut in with a mildly chiding tone, “Now, Lily, what did I tell you? Be polite to our guest.” Lily blushed a little and revised, “Hello, Miss Angelica. Pleased to meet you.” Angelica couldn’t help but smile to herself as she realized that Lily’s mom probably made her daughter feel just as self-conscious about first impressions as her own mom. Lily started feeling less like a stranger to her and more like a potential friend. She stuck her hand out in her most mock-businesslike gesture and said in a playfully stern voice, “Pleased to make your acquaintance as well.” The two girls giggled as they shook hands a little too firmly, and Mrs. Wells laughed. “Well, look at you two! You’ll have a great time together. Derek and I will be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home here, Angelica. Have fun, and call us if you have any questions.” She turned off back to the path beside the house. From the other side, Angelica could hear the Wellses’ garage door opening and their car backing out. Angelica’s mom gave her a hug. “Have fun, sweetheart. Call me if you need anything.” She followed after Mrs. Wells with a parting wave. Angelica waved back, then turned back slowly, taking in all the details of the back yard. The house and yard were completely surrounded by woods, though there was still a privacy fence at the edge with a gate in the middle. That was at the far end of the yard, though, a good hundred feet away. Closer up there was a trampoline, then the pool, then the back patio which extended up to the back porch. There were two quad bikes parked close by the house, next to a couple of bushes. On the patio itself was an outdoor furniture set, with a glass-topped table in the center sporting a golf umbrella. On the table were an assortment of snacks, and an ice chest underneath boasted a bevy of soft drinks peeping their colorful heads out. “Wow…you’ve got a nice backyard…” Angelica led off tentatively. Lily gave a kind of half-hearted nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, I guess. I mean, yeah. Thanks.” “Must be kinda nice to have all this to yourself, huh?” “I guess. I mean, we’re kind of all alone out here. The nearest neighbor is like a mile away.” “Wow.” Angelica turned back toward the snack table. She hadn’t had much of a lunch and was both hungry and thirsty. “Oh, those are for you. Well, like, us. My mom wanted to make sure you felt appreciated.” Angelica looked up. “Just the two of us? Really? There’s enough here for like a whole party of people!” Lily shrugged. “Yup. That’s my mom.” She laughed a bit. “Seriously, though, have as much as you want. That’s why they’re there.” Angelica smiled on one side and looked back to the ice chest. Was there any ginger ale? Ginger ale was her favorite. Ah! There one was! She pulled it out, relishing the chilled surface of the aluminum and the drips of icy water down the sides. With a ksshhh she popped it open and took a sip, then coughed as the bubbles went into her nose. Lily sidled up next to the ice chest and popped open a Sprite. Angelica by now had found a bag of Chips Ahoy and began munching on them. Lily gulped down some Sprite and then asked, “So, Miss Angelica, do you like to swim?” Angelica finished washing down some cookie and suppressed a burp. “Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a swimsuit with me.” “Aw, that’s too bad. I love swimming. It’s like, literally my favorite thing to do during the summer. But it’s more fun with more people.” “Do you have any friends around?” “Haha, no one lives around. Not walking distance, at least. I really only see friends at school.” “Oh, that’s too bad.” Angelica tried to burp discreetly. Lily laughed. “What is it?” asked Angelica. Lily kept laughing. “That face you made! It was like, your eyes crossed.” She imitated it. “No they didn’t! I didn’t look like that!” Angelica protested good-naturedly. “You really did!” And then, most likely from laughing, Lily also burped, but much louder. This sent both girls into a fit of giggles. Angelica felt good. It seemed like the two of them might really click. ~*~*~*~*~ Almost two hours had passed. Angelica and Lily had chatted for a while, talking about Lily’s pets (an iguana and a guinea pig), historical fiction (Lily wasn’t as into reading but did like some historical movies), the vacation the Wells family would be taking soon to the Bahamas, and just whatever. They dangled their feet in the water for a while, eating snacks and drinking soda, before Lily wanted to go back to swimming, and so Angelica sat on the chaise lounge with another ginger ale after putting her shoes back on to keep her feet from getting sunburnt. Eventually conversation died down and Lily swam by herself while Angelica went back to her phone. Instagram was interrupted by a text from Jackie, a friend of hers from school. hey Ange Angelica tilted the screen away from the sun and squinted to better see past the glare. Holding the phone with two hands, she used her thumbs to reply. Hey Jackie Whats up? wyd the librarys doing a free movie want to come ? Cool, what time? And what movie in like fiften minutes Tangled I think Sorry, I can’t make it sounds fun though. ah you suckkkk haha Why cant u come tho My mom asked me to be with the Wells’ daughter while they’re out. whos that you know Lily? o yeah isnt she the one who pees her pants alot? Yeah, that’s her. Angelica looked up at Lily, who was currently lazily performing a backstroke. She felt a little weird about Lily’s condition being brought up, thinking that just a few hours ago, it was the main identifying feature she knew about Lily. Now to hear someone else express the same perspective after being able to spend some time getting to know Lily as a person was somewhat jarring. She had actually forgotten about Lily’s bladder until Jackie’s text, and she felt a pang of guilt in her gut when remembering her morbid fascination on the drive out, even half-hoping that she would see the effects. She also felt a pang of something else, a little lower in her body. Her phone then buzzed a “Low Battery” alert, which brought her back to the text conversation. wow that’s cray has she had to go pee a lot ? No, she seems normal. She’s nice. We’ve been getting to know each other. Does she like wear diapers or somthing? Angelica brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and shifted in her seat. This talk about peeing was making her have to go herself. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the ginger ale from the can before putting it on the table next to her, noticing only then that it was her fourth overall. That was actually a lot of soda. No she doesn’t. Anyway, can we talk about something else? It’s making me have to pee. haha I feel u girl well, sorry u cant comeee Thanks. Have fun Her phone buzzed another “Low Battery” alert. She saw that there was only 2% left and thought she should probably put the phone away. Right after putting it in her pocket, though, another text came in. pee pee rivers waterfalls She laughed at Jackie’s antics, but not before feeling Jackie’s desired effect in a contraction in her bladder. She leaned forward in her seat and typed back. Jackie! Not funny. Lol But then her phone gave one final buzz as the screen went out. The battery had died. Angelica took the cue and stood up from the chaise lounge, stretching and feeling the sun on her skin again after being under the golf umbrella. Her bladder was beginning to hurt. She really should go and use the bathroom now. She stepped up the patio and onto the back porch. Taking hold of the handle of the sliding glass door, she pulled on it. The door wouldn’t move. It took her a moment to register what happened. Then she gave another tug, this time with both hands. Nothing. The door was locked. Having the prospect of relief be so close and then denied her sharply intensified her need to go. Her bladder suddenly contracted, and she gasped and had to bend over to keep from leaking. She stood there for a few seconds, hands on her thighs, trying to figure out what to do. She was now starting to get genuinely worried. It might be over another hour before the Wellses came back, and she didn’t know if she could wait that long. Unbidden, her thoughts from the car ride earlier started to drip—drift!—back into her head: the feeling of desperation, of holding back with all your strength only to lose control anyway, of the spreading warm wetness… Her bladder spasmed again and she had to quickly grab her crotch to keep from letting anything out. No! She couldn’t let herself think like that. Honestly, she had probably had to go this badly before, on car trips or whatever. She would be fine. Of course she would. But her stomach was now feeling full of butterflies and gave an ominous gurgle. Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the pool and walked out onto the patio. “Lily?” she called out. Lily raised her head up and shifted from floating to treading water. “What is it, Miss Angelica?” Angelica hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the back door. “I need to use the bathroom, but I think the back door is locked.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but she could tell that it came out a little higher pitched than normal. The look that came over Lily’s face did not make Angelica feel any more at ease. It was clearly a look of concern, but had a flash of something more for a second…something almost like fear. She climbed out of the pool again, did a quick dry-off with her towel before wrapping it around herself, then came up the porch as well. Angelica was shifting her legs back and forth at this point, trying to look less urgent than she felt. The pool water dripping off Lily wasn’t helping at all. Lily grabbed the door handle and gave it a firm tug. Just as when Angelica tried it, it didn’t budge. She cupped her hands and peered through the glass for a few seconds, even though Angelica was sure that they both knew the house was empty. Angelica took the opportunity to rub her thighs up and down while Lily couldn’t see her. “Yeah, it’s locked. I guess Mom or Dad locked it accidentally before leaving.” She paused and scanned the back wall of the house. “Do you have to go pretty bad?” Angelica felt too self-conscious to answer honestly, and besides, wasn’t Lily’s condition sympathetic? She tried to downplay how she felt. “Uh, well, I need to go, but I’ll be okay.” She gave a weak smile, hoping to convince herself as well as Lily. “Okay.” Lily’s answer didn’t seem entirely genuine. After a few seconds of awkward silence, during which Angelica was finding it difficult to stand still, she decided to swallow her pride. “Do you know if there’s another way into the house? A side door…an open window?” She tried to say it in a way that would almost make it sound like a joke, but instead of laughing, Lily turned slowly toward Angelica with a pale expression. “So you do have to go pretty bad…huh?” Angelica noticed that Lily started to shift from one foot to the other. “I just…I need to…use the bathroom. Yeah. I do.” She admitted it in the hope that Lily would know a solution and she would be provided with relief. Instead, saying it out loud just made her need more intense, as if her psychological barriers were starting to wear thin. She started to bob up and down a little in spite of herself, and her stomach churned again. Without warning, a fart slipped out, thankfully unheard over the cicadas. Her hands involuntarily shot to her butt before she realized it and moved them back down to her sides, blushing. Lily swallowed and answered, “The windows are probably all latched shut to keep the A/C inside. The only other door is the front door…but it’s normally locked.” “Is there a spare key or something? Anything you can think of?” Her voice had an audible tremor at this point. Lily’s eyes brightened. “Oh good idea! I think so. I know we used to have one…let’s go try and find it.” She stepped off the porch and towards the side walkway with Angelica following. As soon as she reached the path, though, she suddenly drastically slowed her pace. The delay caused a spike of irritation to shoot through Angelica, perfectly in sync with a spike of pain through her lower abdomen. She clenched both her teeth and sphincter, then realized what made Lily slow down so much. She was still barefoot from the pool and the path was paved with gravel. It must have been painful and slow going for her. Pity made her regret her irritation, and she said, “I can go check, since you’re barefoot. Where did you keep the key?” “Thanks. Under the rock at the corner where the right side of the front path meets the porch.” She gestured with her hands to demonstrate. “Okay. And…see if you can find any way in back here.” “Okay, I’ll do that.” She turned back to the grass of the back yard. As soon as she was by herself, Angelica started walking faster. She was still keeping all her muscles rigid in an attempt to prevent any from accidentally relaxing. She was sure that if anyone saw her, it would be super obvious that she had to pee. Against her will, her thoughts began to wander. I can’t believe I have to pee this bad…this morning I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to pee this bad…is this what it feels like for Lily?...my bladder is gonna pop and my crotch is tingling… Gotta keep it in. Gotta keep it in. I can do this. Yes. I can do this. I’ll just go and get the key, and then sweet relief…to be able to let it all out… No! Can’t think of that. Gotta stay focused. She had to stop and cross her legs for a few seconds, doubling over as she did so. Her stomach gave another unwelcome rumbling. She felt like there was more gas, but didn’t want to risk trying to let any out. Of course I’ll make it. That’s what normal people do. They don’t pee themselves. I’m way too old to pee myself. I’ll be fine. Her walk relaxed slightly, letting her speed up some more. There, now. That was the way to do it. See, she’d be fine. Just fine. Her bladder was still twinging when she opened the wrought-iron gate and stepped onto the front lawn, but she ignored it. Relief was near. Soon, this would be nothing but a memory of a close call and everything would be okay, nothing to fear. Anticipation was sending needles through her bladder and she clenched harder as she came up to the spot Lily had described to her. There was the rock. Just…move it to the side…and… Nothing. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her face blanched. This was her only hope of getting inside, and now it was gone. It was supposed to be there, but it was gone! Her bladder tightened and she could feel the tension go all the way into her thighs. Her brain reeled. Maybe the Wellses would be back early? But there was no way to know. Maybe they would know some other way in? But her phone died—how could she reach them? Maybe a neighbor’s house? But there was no one…the nearest neighbor was “like a mile away,” according to Lily. In one last burst of desperation, she scrambled around the front garden, overturning rocks, lifting pots, feeling through the soil, trying to find a key anywhere, anywhere at all. Her bladder was on fire. She dashed up to the front door—maybe it was unlocked? But no, tugging and pushing and slamming against the heavy oak yielded no hope of entry. She stumbled back, off the porch, sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes darting back and forth, hoping beyond hope for some cracked window, some miraculous entry. But she found nothing. The house loomed over her, imposing, resolute, unyielding. It felt like a black hole opened in her soul, draining out her resolve in a spectral pull of despair mingled with resignation. There was nothing left to do but give in…give in and… Her bladder spasmed again, and this time, her clenched sphincter muscles were not strong enough to stop it. A spurt of hot urine surged into her underwear, and at the same time, another fart burst out of her behind. She gasped loudly, wide-eyed, and jammed a hand into her crotch to keep any more from leaking out. Back yard. Now. Maybe Lily found a way in. She tried to move as quickly as possible down the path past the gate again, but found she had to keep her hand in her crotch, intermittently squeezing, which slowed her down considerably. At this point, she didn’t even care if Lily saw her like this. She just had to hold on. She had to. Somehow being in a secluded place on the side of the house caused her desperation to shoot up in sharper and stronger waves than before. She was moving as fast as she could, but kept having to stop to keep from losing control. Panic made her thoughts roil. I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself oh crap oh crap I can’t believe this is happening to me Is this because I made fun of Lily But I didn’t really make fun of her I swear I can’t wet myself I’ve gotta hold on Can’t let go oh crap Can’t let go Can’t let go Despite holding herself, she felt another spurt leak out into her panties, which now felt hot and sticky against her private parts. She tried to control her breathing. She could still make it with minimal damage done. If only I’d brought my swimsuit I could just pee in the pool All nice and warm To just relax If only I could just relax and let go Let go Let go oh crap oh crap I can’t I can’t Mincing her way further, teeth clenched, tears began forming in her eyes. It would feel so good to just let go No! No I can’t! Yes just let go Just let go No! No! No! Yes! Yes! Yes! She spurted again. Then again, this time a little longer. The whole time, she was passing gas in little bursts as well. She was almost to the end of the walkway, but she could feel her hand getting warm and damp. She jammed her other hand into her crotch as well, holding on for all she was worth with both hands. She rounded the corner at last, head down, eyes wide, breathing heavy, heart racing. She knew there would definitely be a wet spot in her crotch, but she didn’t know how bad. Right now she just had to keep it from getting any worse. She could hear Lily come running up, but it seemed distant, like in a dream. Just like in a horror movie, when the bandages are sloooowly peeled away to reveal the villain’s disfigurement, she gingerly lifted her hands away from her crotch. Her legs were bent inward, knees together and shaking, and she could feel her face go white as she saw the damage. Her jeans were clearly wet and dark all around her crotch, in an area about the size of a dessert plate. The wetness went slightly further down her right thigh, and the fabric was glistening at the center of her crotch. It was, all in all, very obvious that she had had a pee accident. Her breath caught and her heart was jackhammering in her skull. As if from far away, she could hear Lily’s voice— “Miss Angelica? I couldn’t find any way in back here. Did you find the key?” That was the last straw. With a groan, Angelica felt all her willpower and muscles give way at once. She sank to her knees as the floodgates opened, with no stopping them now. It was like a faucet had been turned on in her pants. She watched, as if in a trance, as the wet spot rapidly darkened and grew shiny, then spread voraciously across her crotch and down her thighs. She just kept breathing in and out, in and out, powerless to do anything but watch. She could feel the wetness spread to her butt and then pour out in a stream directly onto the patio. Two puddles formed, one at each knee, and then they merged and were supplemented by the bigger puddle forming under her rear. She could hear the sharp hssssss as she emptied her bladder, combined with the splashing of the urine underneath her. The waves of desperation gave way to ecstasy as relief finally came, but it was darkened by the heavy overshadowing sense of extreme embarrassment and shame of having actually wet her pants. Here she was, just a few hours ago unable to conceive of how anyone could lose bladder control and have an accident, and now she was experiencing just that. The tears that had formed in her eyes overflowed, and her heavy breathing shifted into soft sobs at her plight. She continued going to the bathroom in her pants for over half a minute before the flow finally tapered off. For what seemed like a small eternity, there was silence. Even the cicadas had died down. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet sniffles of Angelica as she wiped the tears from her reddened cheeks and the muffled drip…drip…drip of the last of her urine from her pants. Now that she was actually done, the wetness was starting to feel very cold. Her head still down, Angelica couldn’t see Lily’s reaction. Eventually, Lily broke the silence. “Miss Angelica?” Her voice sounded like she was going to be sick. “Miss Angelica, I—” Then she made a kind of choking sound and was silent. The next thing Angelica heard was a spattering, splashing sound. But she had finished peeing—what could that be? And it was coming from in front of her… She raised her head to meet Lily’s eyes, but her gaze only got halfway. It stopped on Lily’s feet, where Angelica could see a yellow puddle growing. Her eyes were drawn upwards, where she could see urine pouring out of the crotch of Lily’s black swimsuit, splashing in streams between her thighs, and coursing in rivulets down each of her legs. She watched, transfixed, for several seconds, then looked up at Lily’s face. Lily stood there open-mouthed, pale, and speechless. Her arms were rigid at her sides, and she seemed completely unable to make any effort to stop Nature’s course whatsoever. Angelica watched as Lily also emptied her bladder into her clothes, and felt her own body give way once more. She felt her panties rewarm as one final jet of urine came out, but then her intestines rumbled. She gasped again and leaned forward, grabbing her butt, but not before she lost control and felt, one, two, three, four, five small pieces of poop pop out unbidden into her underwear. She could feel the wetness pull away from her skin as her underwear now sagged down from the seat of her pants due to the extra weight. Lily was still pale, but seemed to have finished peeing. She spoke, her voice hoarse, but with a new element of shock in her tone. “Miss Angelica, did you just…?” Angelica tried to lean back on her knees again, but her legs were too shaky. Instead, she lost her balance and fell with a splish on her butt in her own pee puddle, wincing as the poop in her panties was unceremoniously squished across her bottom. She couldn’t speak. She was in too much shock. Instead she just sat there and covered her face with her hands, trying to pretend this had all been a bad dream. ~Aftermath~ After gaining her composure, Angelica stiffly told Lily to clean up herself in the pool and the puddles with her towel, which would then also be washed off in the pool. At least swimsuits were designed to get wet. She on the other hand walked gingerly to the gate in the privacy fence, opened it, walked about fifty feet into the woods on the other side, and then, once she made sure no one was around, took off her shoes and socks and peeled off her jeans. Gosh, she was so stupid. She could have just peed in the woods when she had the chance. Trying to keep as much of her mess contained as possible, she pulled down her panties and made a face of disgust at herself. She then threw the panties into the underbrush and pulled her jeans back on, wincing at the roughness of the denim. She then walked back into the back yard, carrying her shoes and socks, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and then jumped in the pool. At Lily’s expression of surprise, all Angelica had to do was give her a stern look for her to understand: this way, her parents would never have to know what happened. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in awkward silence. Lily sat next to the pool (she didn’t trust how clean the water was anymore) and Angelica on the chair. She didn’t touch any more soda. Lily’s parents ended up arriving about forty minutes later, and Angelica had a strange kind of feeling of vindication when realizing that she really would not have been able to wait until they arrived. When they asked about why she was all wet, Angelica made up a story about goofing around near the pool and accidentally falling in. She kept all other answers to questions about the afternoon short, but with enough affected pep as to avoid suspicion. She made sure to say nothing about the locked back door, knowing that it would likely raise further questions—notably about where all the soda they drank went. Once Mrs. Wells dropped her off at her home, Angelica gave the same kinds of answers to her mom, determined to make sure that no one else ever found out about what happened. One week later, however, Lily was walking home from the bus stop. She and some friends had just gotten back from watching a movie and parted ways. The bus stop was nearly a mile walk from her house, but it was shorter to cut through the woods and come in through the back yard. Lily was walking quickly, already needing to use the bathroom. She remembered all too well the incident the previous week, and that the only reason her parents hadn’t found out what happened was because of Angelica’s resourcefulness. She was almost to the gate to her back yard when she was distracted by a loud buzzing off to the left. Curious, she looked that direction, then stepped carefully into the underbrush. The source of the buzzing was a swarm of flies, all acutely interested in something obscured by the leaves. As she drew nearer, a nasty smell hit her and she wrinkled her face and pinched her nose. She knew what it was. Ever since that incident, she had wondered how Angelica had cleaned up her poop accident. Now she knew. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a train wreck; she had to see. She haltingly drew back the plants with one hand and looked down. There, stiff and wrinkled from drying out in the open air, were a pair of pink bikini-cut panties, with a sickly brown load of poop completely covering the seat. Lily could feel herself losing control. It always felt the same way. The same sensation of being a stranger in your own body, of psychological resolve dissipating. She ran through the gate and across the yard, her breathing ragged, with one hand in her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the flow. As she sped across the grass, the wet spot gradually spread out on either side of her hand and down one leg of her jean shorts. She reached the back door and translated her momentum into forcefully sliding the door open, but she was jarringly stopped short by the fact that the door was locked. Again. She banged on the door with her free hand, yelling for someone inside to hear her, her other hand getting wetter and wetter as she continued leaking, urine now dripping from the cuff of her left leg and trickling down her thigh. She remembered what had happened the previous week and Angelica’s plight, including what ended up happening to her, as a new pressure built up in her abdomen. It was unfortunate, but apparently inevitable, then, that Lily’s mom came to the door a minute later and found her daughter red-faced and sobbing, a puddle under her soaked tennis shoes and a load in her shorts.

View File SYO-16 Several girls in bikinis find themselves desperate and locked out of their houses and/or bathrooms and end up peeing. Submitter Burgers Submitted 03/19/2023 Category JAV Collections  

I have many wetting stories, a few messing stories, and some of both in the many sports I’ve done over the years. Cheer, softball, golf, dance, tennis and swim I all have stories of. Just give me a sport and whether u want the story to be wetting, messing or both and I’ll tell u one. I don’t have any messing stories from softball since I only did that for a few years and it’s hard to get away with it since we wore pants and I also have few wetting stories in softball for the same reason. Remember that when picking which u want.

So I have a fantasy but would love to see it become reality. Picture this any with an omo fantasy come together and rent like an indoor pool area. But we tell the owners our intentions that way there's no liability who would pay and who thinks it's possible kinda pipe dream of mine to have a convention for this

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What item of clothing that would typically be thought of as being for the opposite sex have you longed to try on and then wet ... and finally got to experience. For me, it was a one-piece swimsuit and today was that day. I had the house and pool to myself. I had a women's one-piece at hand but first wanted to see what it felt like to swim in one. I have to say, after diving in and doing a few laps, they're really comfortable. Wish it was something I could wear on a regular basis. Anyway after the swim I got out of the pool for part two, which was also a very enjoyable experience. The one piece was obviously much tighter at the crotch, which meant more of an upward flow at first and then a different trickle down effect. Very satisfying sensation. Has anyone done anything similar in the way of new discoveries with different items of clothing? Love to hear any stories.

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So there I stood, in my room, with a soaking wet and massively messed diaper between my legs. I had just peed and pooped in a diaper for the first time since I was a toddler, and it was the greatest thing I'd ever felt. How did I get here? Let's rewind a little. My name is Lexi, and I'm 16 years old and a Sophomore in high school. I'm a completely average kid. Dirty blond long hair I like to keep in a braid, normal average clothing that spans from t shirts, crop tops, hoodies, jeans, leggings and sweats. I had a normal childhood, two loving parents, and largely not a care in the world. That is, until I took up babysitting. Two years ago when I was 14, I took up babysitting as my first job. It was easy enough. I watched over young kids while their parents had date nights, occasionally having a long weekend to myself with a little kid when parents needed some time away. But as I babysat, I quickly discovered something about myself. I was curious about diapers. I had babysat a couple of times for some kids two and under, and they were all in diapers. While thinking nothing of it at first, everytime I saw them pee or poop themselves made my curiosity run wild. What did that feel like? That seems so convenient. Toilets are disgusting anyways. I wonder what a diaper is like? But just as quickly as these thoughts were born in my brain, I tried to shut them out. Teenage girls aren't supposed to think like this! Diapers?? I'd never hear the end of it from my friends! But the seed was planted, and the idea of diapers never quite left my head. I struggled with these feelings for two years of babysitting. Two years of watching kids wet and mess themselves with not a care in the world. Two years of wondering what it could be like. Two years of contemplating taking that step. But it was also two years of guilt and shame for having these thoughts. Being a teenager is hard enough, am I right? I battled with these thoughts every time I babysat until I decided to finally go for it and take two pairs of pullups from a kid I babysat for when I was 16. They had stacks of them in the closet, they weren't going to miss two more. And besides, at that point, things had become unbearable. All I could think about was diapers. Every day I would state off into space, thinking about wearing a diaper and using it. I would read stories of TDBLs and ABDLs. I even began watching videos of people wearing and using diapers! Some of these videos were straight up porn, and to my 16 year old brain this only caused my shame and guilt to grow just as fast as my desire to try a diaper. But one I had the two pullups in my possession, I stuck with my decision. I just had to know. And now was the perfect time. I had the next two days to myself, mostly. I had Thursday and Friday off of school, while my parents would still be at work. That means I had two full days at home alone to try out a diaper for the first time. I spent all week thinking only about Thursday and Friday. I couldn't wait! Thursday morning finally came, and my head popped off the pillow with a huge grin. "Yes!" I said aloud to no one in particular. I was just that excited. My parents were already gone, so the house was quiet. I groggily walked downstairs to have some leftover coffee from the pot my dad made, expecting a note about some chores while I had my off days, but there wasn't one. Even better! I sat in the morning silence, just taking it all in as I sipped my coffee. These next two days we're going to be incredible. "Okay, it's time." I said to myself. I walked myself back upstairs into my room, and closed the door. I took off my baggy t shirt and the sweatpants I had slept in. I was now standing in just a pair of white panties. I took a second to look at myself in the mirror. "If this is as good as I think it's going to be, this woll be the last time I wear panties for the next two days" I said, blushing. I reached into my closet and pulled out one of the two pullups. "This looks alot like a pair of my granny panties!" I said with a laugh. The pullups were white with multicolored stars on the front, and blue elastic on the sides. Since it was a pull-up, there were no snaps or tapes to worry about, all I had to do was put it on like a pair of underwear. I slid off my panties, and held out the pullups to look at one more time. "Well, here goes nothing!" I said. My breathing quickened, and my heart rate sped up. I stepped into the pullups one foot at a time, then slowly pulled them up my legs. It was a tight fit, seeing as how they were from a toddlers stash, but they did fit. Once they were fully on, it felt as if the world paused. I looked at myself again the the mirror, naked except for a pull-up on. My cheeks were flushed, and my chest was having up and down from my quick breathing. I didn't, couldn't rather, say a word. I loved it. I kept turning around in the mirror and looking at the pullups on my body. I ran my hands all around it, hearing the soft crinkle and feeling it against my nether regions. I shuddered with delight as the soft cotton rubbed against my vagina. It was *heavenly*. And to top it all off, I could feel myself getting turned on. It's no secret that diapers were a sexual experience for some ABDL wearers, and my occasional smut watching and reading really solidified this desire in me. As I ran my hands all around the diaper, I decided to stick a hand down the front of my diaper. And I certainly was turned in, I was already soaking wet down there, and not from pee! "Speaking of which, I need to do that" I said to myself, bringing me out of a semi -lucid stupor of feeling myself. I had Already been awake an hour and I hadn't used the bathroom yet. I purposefully didn't use the bathroom before I went to bed either, in an attempt to have as much pee ready for this as I could. And the coffee was no random act either. If I enjoyed what it felt like to pee myself, my body was soon going to tell me it was time to poop, and I'll only have minutes to decide if I'm doing that in my diaper or in the toilet. I stared at myself in the mirror for a little bit longer before I took a step back and spread my legs. I had to pee really bad at this point, and I was more determined than ever to do it in my pull-up. I closed my eyes and let go... And nothing happened. I looked down, trying to figure out the problem. Fighting against 16 years of potty training really was an issue! I kept trying to push it out while standing there but it wasn't happening. So I thought to myself, let's try and trick my brain into thinking I'm on a toilet! I sat on the edge of my bed, with only the back of my butt on the covers, leaving the bottom of my pull-up largely out in the open air. I started to picture myself in a bathroom, on a toilet, and used every ounce of power I had to just let go of my pee. And then it happened. I let out a surprised help as he first spurt of pee hit the pullup with a loud hiss. Now that the flow had started, I put my hand on the front of my pull-up, knowing the rest of pee was about to come out weather I wanted it to or not. I quickly felt more warmth and heard the loud hissing once more. The warmth spread across my hand, and the hissing was a steady, hypnotizing sound. I closed my eyes and let out a loud "OOOOOHHHHhhhhh...." That trailed off. I peed for maybe 20 seconds before it trailed off and stopped. I stood up. My once white pull-up was now a deep yellow color, and the stars were no longer visible. And while the pullup once fit snuggly on my hips, the pee made it sag between my legs. It was swollen three sizes bigger, and I could no longer stand straight legged. I looked just like a toddler that wet themselves... Well, because I did just wet myself. And I loved it!! I spent the next five minutes staring at myself in the mirror, turning in place to look at the pullups from all angles. While it certainly sagged, it hadn't shown any signs of leakage, nor did it strain to stay up on my hips. I was impressed! I also spent that time rubbing the front of the diaper constantly, feeling the warmth in and under my crotch. It was truly mesmerizing, and unlike anything else I'd felt before. I was just about to fall into a sexual frenzy and shove my hand down the front of my diaper when I was interrupted by a knocking on door number 2. My stomach just had an audible groan, which snapped me back to my senses. I was now urgently aware that I had to poop, NOW. My morning coffee I had over an hour ago really did it's job, and now I had maybe minutes until this poop was coming out on its own! My breathing quickened all over again, and I got into a good position right away. I turned to the side, so I could see my butt in the mirror. I didn't have to trick myself into thinking I was on the toilet either, my poop was on its way already! I could feel it turtlehead in and out, I was barely hanging on. I bent over at the waist and put my hands on my knees. I took a breath and began to push, but I didn't really have to. It was more of a release, because as soon as I losened my sphincter, my poop shot out of my like a cannon. I was staring at the back of my pullups and watched it immediately grow two inches outward. Additionally, the total silence of my empty house meant I heard a very loud crinkle as my poop entered my pull-up. It was an extraordinary sight that I had no idea I would love so much, but I immediately was turned on by it even more. After the initial turd made my pullups tent out two inches, more was already on the way. Poop kept flowing out of me, now causing the sag down in addition to it's tenting out. While it was already an inch lower down my legs due to the pee, the poop that joined it caused the pullup to sag another inch straight down. I strained for maybe another minute, pushing out my poop and watching the back of the pullup shift and shuffle as more was added to the pile. Once I felt I was empty, I stood up and admired my work. "Oh. My. God." Was all I could say. I stood as straight legged as I could, but my now bulging, soiled diaper meant my legs were still spread. It was still yellow in the front, and as I turned around I could see it was a little brown in the back. It sagged so low, that now the pullup was indeed struggling to stay up. I felt the weight of my mess on my hips, and I thought it would slide right down my legs at any moment. I carefully caressed the pullup, cupping the tented mess at my backup, rubbing the still warm pee at the front. Needless to say, I was hooked. And that brings us back to now. There I stood. In my room. Alone. With a heavily messed and wet diaper. I had already made a very easy decision. "I need more."

I've been playing this gacha game a lot lately and there's already been images of them shared on the gallery. So I figured some written stories would also be cool here. I also got a little inspired by some lines the girls said during the current event, which is a beach event. So that's where I'm at least going to start, but there's probably going to be other scenarios that I'll just post in this thread instead of making entirely new posts. Hifumi Lost the Keys Part 1: “Ah, now that was refreshing.” Hifumi exclaimed after she finished her watermelon. Their vacation at the beach had gone about as poorly as she could’ve expected, but at least the food was still great. The words that Azusa had mentioned before echoed in her mind once again after she was finished. Particuarlly about the part of watermelon being a diuretic. Her bladder felt that slight twinge of wanting to go. No big deal, but knowing the fact did make her acutely aware of her body now. “I’ll guess I’ll just… Huh?” She went to grab the locker room keys. On this beach, each group was allotted their own locker room which came with its own bathroom. There were no publicly open restrooms due to delinquents and thugs making a mess of things. So it was especially a protective measure by the owners of this beach. “What’s wrong?” Asked Azusa. “You looked troubled. Are those thugs nearby?” The white haired girl looked around her surroundings, prepared for another fight. “It’s not that.” Hifumi replied. She didn’t want to mention her need out loud. It was embarrassing to talk about certain needs when Sensei was around. “The keys to the locker room. I thought I left them here.” “That would be a problem if we needed to change clothes.” Mashiro chimed in on the conversation. “But I guess we can just put our uniforms over our swimsuits if need be.” “Of course.” Hifumi nervously laughed along. She subtly pressed her thighs together. This need to urinate began to grow as a result of her nervousness. Knowing she had no easy access to a toilet after eating so much watermelon made it seem like the liquids were moving along quickly into her bladder. “Say, does anyone need to use the restroom now?” “Not exactly possible since we can’t get into the locker room right now.” Said Azusa. “But it’s no problem, I’ve been trained to ignore my needs for long periods of time. This is no problem for me.” She also was the one aware and open about knowing about watermelon’s effects on the bladder. So she had also limited her consumption of the food. “Right, as a sniper I’ve had to stay in my perch for hours on end without a break. This is nothing for me.” Mashiro also agreed. Though during the times when she had to hold her sniper’s spot all day for a mission. There were limits that her bladder couldn’t handle. So there were times when she privately relieved herself with a water bottle she kept for hydration purposes. “Okay, I see…” Hifumi knew those two were weird, but did they have to be like this when it came to a perfectly normal need, she thought. “...Sensei…” As much as she didn’t want to admit her need to the Sensei. It was beginning to get bad. He was an adult, so perhaps he could help her situation out. “Huh?” However, he was nowhere to be seen. “That’s weird, Sensei was just here, right?” Said Azusa. “I don’t see Tsurugi either. So they must be together somewhere.” Mashiro was right, but that was the least of Hifumi’s problems. “Well we don’t have anything to worry about the list until later tonight.” She said. These two were not going to help her, so she had to get rid of them as her next best course of action. “How about you two enjoy yourselves. This is a vacation, so just go have fun.” “Sure.” Said Azusa. “I bet I can swim faster than you.” Already she challenged the other girl. “Race you to the buoy.” Mashiro pointed out into the ocean and immediately the pair rushed off to their next destination. “Phew.” Hifumi breathed a sigh of relief. Then she found her hands moving their way to her crotch to gently hold herself. Now that she was alone, she could focus more on containing herself and trying to figure out a plan now that she needed a pee. “So what are you going to do?” Suddenly a voice spoke up behind her. It sent a major fright to Hifumi as she leapt up in fear. A small squirt shot out from the scare as she immediately went to grab herself again. Behind her was the girl she had forgotten about. Mostly because this girl wasn’t a part of their vacation group. It was Izumi, who they ran into when they went to the restaurant. “Are you all right? You don’t look comfortable.” “I’m fine.” Quickly, she straightened herself up. Hifumi prayed her little squirt of warm pee didn’t show on her white swimsuit. Then she regained enough composure to answer the question. “I don’t know, I guess I’ll just sunbathe or something.” “Okay then.” Izumi didn’t notice the girl’s plight with her bladder. “I should probably get back to the restaurant. I don’t know if the owner’s feeling better yet.” When she said that, it hit Hifumi with a plan. That was a place of business, surely it had to have a restroom. “Actually, can I come with you?” She asked. “Ah, I bet you want more of my pickle juice ice cream.” The other girl took no issues with the idea. She also was absurdly ignorant of what had happened the last time they were there, but Hifumi didn’t care. At least she’d be able to take care of her growing need. She thought herself saved for the day, but it sadly wasn’t going to be the case. ...To be Continued.

Hey guys and gals. This one has been stewing a while, but I just now got something typed down. Hope y’all have good days ahead of you! Chapter 1: introduction Lola was a golden retriever. She had some Labrador in her that made her especially cute and curvaceous, but also quite tall. Her daytime job was at the Marindale Fitness Club. On Monday through Friday, her duties varied as needed. On Saturday, however, she had one special job. Being a canine, she could smell very well, and being beautiful, she could confront very well. The Marindale was open to members’ children on Saturdays, but with one strict rule: no urinating in the pool. Adults of course weren’t allowed to urinate either, but if hypochlorous acid showed up on the weekdays, adults were easier to monitor patterns with, and slightly less likely to break the rule. Thus, it was Lola’s special job on Saturdays to be in the pool at all times, and watch for the smell. If she noticed it, she tracked it down to the source. Usually, if the child confessed, she escorted them out quietly and they could get back in next Saturday, or sometimes after a time penalty if they were of younger ages. But Lola did have a soft place. If even the oldest child said at any time, “I know it’s bad, I just really like peeing in the pool: It feels so good,” Lola almost always considered reducing the penalty. She’d give them an extra long talk on why not to pee, however. But the mercy given to, or rather sympathy with the outspoken was undeniable. This was not so much because Lola liked peeing in the pool, but rather because she could almost pee the entire pool into existence. Her body could bend the laws of thermodynamics in a much more extreme way, and more queer way, than any flying saucer toy could ever dream. She could wee for over an hour without too much difficulty in holding it, which took the better part of a day. She’d gradually come to realize how rare and bizzare this characteristic seemed to others, which was somewhat disappointing. It felt more disappointing to her than almost anything to have to stop midway while emptying her monstrous bladder, but it was often something she had to do. Thus, being held back from a blissful piss was, however much a part of reality, an inconvenience she greatly sympathized with whenever it came up. Having to hold one’s pee when there was literally water all around one was nearly as disappointing to a little kid in her opinion. Also, nobody could deny that being in warm water was more comfortable than cold. … “But, there are the rules, and the acid hurt people’s eyes. Plus, lots of people don’t want to swim in somebody else’s pee, you know.” “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry,” the little otter said mournfully. “Good. Are you going to use the rest room next time?” “Yes.” “Then after ten minutes, you can get back in the pool again.” “Okay,” the otter accepted, and Lola gave her a reassuring hug. After all, a change of heart was the goal. Lola brought the little girl to a place to wait, and set her swimmer’s watch for 10 minutes. As she returned to duty, however, her own bladder tickled her noticeably for a few minutes. That mention of peeing feeling so good… Thankfully, she suppressed the urge, and was able to finish shift.

It's been a while, but here's a new story. Probably less narrative-based, more just vignettes, about a young woman who wears diapers 24/7 because she prefers "going to the bathroom" in her pants. Chapter 1: An Average Summer Afternoon (messing, wetting, sexual content, diapers) Rob and Olivia waved goodbye as the final guest left the Smith house, where Olivia lived with her parents. As they watched Cassidy drive down of the cul-de-sac, Olivia grabbed Rob's arm and pulled him back towards the backyard. "Thank goodness, I can't hold it any longer." Olivia nearly jogged behind the house and into the landscaping. She relaxed with a sigh as she began to poop into her black compression shorts. Rob was no stranger to Olivia's "accidents". She'd told him that from a young age she'd resisted being potty trained and to this day had weak bladder and bowel control - when she cared enough to hold it, anyway. Most of the time she wore diapers, thin ones to class that usually leaked by the time she got back from campus, and thicker tape-ons at home. But in the interest of keeping this from all but her most trusted friends she had forgone protection today in favor of some black compression shorts. She knew by experience they wouldn't show the "accident" she was almost guaranteed to have. This proved true, no one realized that the reason Olivia had sat down in the grass an hour or two ago was to pee in her pants. Except for Rob, that is, who at this point knew all of her tells. He knew to listen for the faint hiss of pee hitting her panties as she gossiped with another girl and struggled to resist his erection. Presently, Rob watched Olivia push an orange sized lump into her pants. It was a hot day and she was wearing a light, pink crop-top over a bandeau that Rob couldn't wait to rip off of her b-cup breasts, now that everyone was gone. They'd been hanging out in the backyard all afternoon, and this being Olivia's home she wasn't wearing shoes or socks. This was a good thing, as they would have been ruined by the pee that was now running down Olivia's muscular swimmers' legs and turning the dirt to mud beneath her toes. Another push, expanding the bulge in her elastic shorts, and she was done. Rob was unable to conceal his erection now. "I feel so much better now," Olivia sighed, before lowering her voice and cupping Rob's crotch. "Now that everyone's gone, want to go make out?" They entered through the back door into the kitchen, where Olivia's mom seemed to be getting ready to leave the house. If Rob and Olivia's friends were oblivious to Olivia's accidents, her mom was not. "Oh honey, did you have an accident?" "Sorry Mom, I was trying to hold it until everyone left but I couldn't make it inside." This was a total lie, but one she had told enough that Olivia's parents accepted it. The truth was that, while Olivia was very accident prone, she often just didn't feel like making it to the bathroom. She liked the feeling of going in her pants, and she was lucky enough to be dating Rob, who was turned on by it. "Well then," said Olivia's mom, "Rob dear, could you make sure she gets cleaned up before you go? I'm heading to the store." "Sure thing Mrs. Smith!" Rob replied, trying to mask his excitement. Mrs. Smith was soon out the door, and with the house empty, Rob and Olivia were all over each other. They laid on Olivia's mattress-protected bed, one of Olivia's hands down Rob's shorts, one of Rob's cupping the wet mass under her butt. Olivia peeled off her compression shorts to reveal a pair of pink incontinence panties now far past their limit and soaking wet, tight enough around her thighs to contain her mess. She pulled Rob's shorts down and began grinding her soaked crotch on his rock hard dick. The absorbent material of the incontinence panties gushed still-warm piss with each movement. Soon Olivia reached orgasm and collapsed on top of him, trembling, and with her orgasm Rob felt a new wave of hot pee stream over him as Olivia's bladder voided involuntarily. This was characteristic of Olivia's orgasms and Rob's favorite part of making her cum. Accordingly, he soon came all over them both. The two showered together, and luckily none of Rob's clothes were harmed during their lovemaking. Olivia needed a new outfit though, which started with a thick, double-taped adult diaper that Rob helped get her in to. It was getting late and Rob did have to go home, so Olivia skipped a bra and threw on a baggy sweatshirt that he loaned her, as well as a pair of athletic shorts that did nothing to hide her diaper. Finally, she kissed him goodbye and he went home, Olivia's new diaper already slightly damp.

Hi all 👋 👋 I recently started a new job where I get to work from home on Fridays, I think i may want to do a at home/ working wetting now that I've gotten more comfortable working at the office🏠 if you want to give me any tips I'd be most appreciative! Or if you would be interested in chatting with me while at work(; message me!

Last summer when COVID looked like it was dying away, I started a part-time job again at a pool near me, being a swimming instructor (more like an adult supervisor haha). I was technically only the 'sidekick' but most of the time he was working with the little kids. These were lower-level "competitive" teams so my job mostly consisted of writing workouts, showing specific techniques and being a lifeguard so that these kids don't drown on themselves. It wasn't that bad. When I started the job, my shift covered a 1.5 hour session and a 30 minute break and then 2 one hour sessions afterwards. Bladder-wise this was a nice schedule. I got a half hour break in between the 2 classes. But after a couple of weeks, the class schedules changed. The same time slot that I was avaliable for was now hosting a 1.5 hour session, a 10 minute break, and then a 2 hour session another 10 minute break then a 40 minute session right after. So my shift ended up a half hour longer but I didnt really care at that point. The job paid well for a small pool and it was pretty easy. What I didn't think of was my bladder. This is how the first day on the new shift went: First was the same 1.5 hour session team I taught before. I was pretty happy to see a lot of familiar faces and a couple new ones. This one went without much issues. Where I figured wrong was that I could use the bathroom in the 10 minute break like I used to before. While I wasn't really desperate or anything, it was a level where I definitely did want to use the bathroom given the chances. But 10 minutes wasn't nearly enough time. There were no staff bathrooms or anything here, we used the same rooms as the kids which meant the changing/bathroom was packed after a session. It was a small pool but we still had around 30-42 kids on one "competition" session. The kiddy lesson area often had more kids too. The changing rooms were woefully inadequate. Maybe the boys changing room had a bit more space I don't know because our male instructors cleaned it up but the girls room had 8 private changing stalls, 1 private shower-room and 4 toilets. Between talking to parents and other girls using up the room, it wasn't long until the next session's kids began rolling into the changing room. So now I was on to the next session. This was a slightly lower level session than the previous which meant I had to be in the water for more. Pain. I shrugged off the creeping urges. This being their first day, I had to go review through all the strokes before setting them free around for practice. I sat down on a plastic chair at the end of the pool. 1 workout after, I stood up to go to the whiteboard on the side of the pool to write a new workout which is when it struck me that I had to pee. About half an hour of the class had passed and I was feeling it. I pressed my luck a bit since I didn't see any other options. This and that happened and I had to get in the water a couple more times which was awful - about another hour had passed. My resting position had become a bouncing cross leg and I started looking around for the other instructor. He's over at the kiddie pool section teaching kids. Crap. Nobody else is at this pool with lifeguard training and I can't leave these kids without a life guard swimming so if I wanted to go I would need to pull everyone out of the pool. Its one thing to do this at the start of class, its a whole other issue to do this in the middle of class, in front of parents watching through a glass window on the far side. As time ticked on I was trying to hold back waves of desperation. I started farting involuntarily while sitting (it was silent thank god). All the splashing was getting in to my ears and I was beginning to think about what would happen if I had to rescue someone - the answer was pee everywhere in the pool and the thought of it kept creeping up on me. In the worst stroke of luck I've pulled that entire year probably, a kid asked me to demonstrate something we we're trying to do just as soon as the kiddie pool session was being over, aka when the other instructor was free. I swear to god I was so irrationally mad at that kid after I realized that he was gone when I finished showing them. But anyways, while I was doing the demonstration, the other instructor had dismissed his class and then left through the boys changing room to greet the parents in the main hall. No chance of calling him over now and I'm dripping wet now. By the time class was over, you could see a bulge through my one piece. It was aching badly. I covered myself up in a towel to wipe myself off, as I opened the changing room door and was greeted by a stream of cold air. I quickly stepped aside the door and held myself under the cover of the towels. I was so close to leaking but I had barely managed it. I honestly surprised myself. Holding it for this long was an odd case for me. I awkwardly greeted the parents as fast as I could without looking rude or uh.. you know.. really really desperate. But the worst part was that the 10 minutes was gone in a snap again and awaiting me was another 40 minutes of hell. And compared to the last 2 sessions this one was hell because this was a kiddie pool class. If before I got to sit down and stay relatively still and only give instructions between workout sets or demonstrations, I would have to constantly be on the move managing kids, yell at them to please dear god not dip their feet in the deep pool, and be in the water at all times. Even if I didn't want to drink any water, I had to, otherwise my throat would be way too dry to do anything. My one piece was nothing special, being for work after all but that didn't mean it was tightly pressing on my bladder. The longest I've held my pee in a while and here I was doing this. I won't go into much detail because I was trying my best to stay as professional and helpful as possible but I think the fact that 3 different boys at some point asked if I needed a "potty break" says enough about me during the lesson. Legs bouncing constantly, unable to stand still for even a moment, I'm going to admit I may have leaked a little too... I was restlessly standing by the end of the pool when I suddenly started just peeing. I had to quickly sit on the drains at the ledge (I'm so sorry kids). When this class finished I had held it in for about 4.5 hours. Honestly, thats one of my longest I've ever held it - and it was in a pool oh my god. I've wet myself numerous times, at various points of my life, within 2 hours or less just to put this into perspective. I lost it in 2.5 hours just yesterday trying to hold it in! I grabbed 2 towels as I went to go meet the parents. One was covered around my body as normal, the other I tucked between my legs and shoved my left hand into it. I leaned against a wall so that the parents couldn't see the towel slowly getting warm and wet. The waves of desperation were hitting me every 20 seconds and leaking every time. I felt pee slowly starting to drip down my legs getting past the little protection the towel could offer. It was running past my hands straight down. I walked back into the changing room after finishing up with the parents as quick as I could after that. Another cold gust of air hit me but I didn't care, whats the difference of adding +1 to the urge when its already at infinity. I quickly walked over to the bathrooms but it was full and several children had lined up. Some parents were in the room looking after their kid (they were really young after all). I let out a smile but I'm sure it was obviously pained. I leaned next to the wall connecting the bathroom. I adjusted my hold and towel but it wasn't much better. Almost as if my bladder was now a uncloseable gate, no matter how hard I tried, pee just kept dribbling. It didn't flow fully, just kept dripping like there was a small hole. Desperation waves were not a thing, it just kept coming. Not wanting to wet myself infront of all my students and parents, I ran out of the changing room, probably leaving a pee trail. When I opened the door to the pool again, I ran into another girl. She stopped working after like a week so I have no idea who she was or exactly what she did, but having lost all other thoughts in my mind jokingly said to her "the bathrooms are all full and I really have to go now maybe I should jump in the pool" to which she semi seriously and semi jokingly replied with "if you want your hair stuck in the drain go for it". Great. I can't go into a emptying pool thats just a straight safety hazard. Last thing I need is to land the news with the headline of "lifeguard drowns herself trying to pee". So here I am, awkwardly standing because I can't sit anymore, doing a fully pee dance with my legs and hands grabbing my crotch with the towel as pee is leaking out. I had somehow managed to sit down on the plastic chair to reduce some strain at the cost of a pretty loud splash of pee and maybe enough pee and leaked out of me but I regained control. time felt like eternity ticking by but now I was met with a dilemma. I tried standing up but immediately lost control and panicking loudly let my butt hit the chairand stumbled to hold my crotch. This time the girl from before shouted "DONT TELL ME YOU'RE ACTUALLY PEEING", I was so embarrassed but I couldn't reply back. All my concentration was on not letting it all out in front of her. My face grew really warm as I realized that some people from the parent viewing area mightve seen me or heard the girl. I looked at the clock... 5 minutes had passed... I really wanted to just stand up and run towards the bathrooms but I was scared that I'd be greeted by the kids or their parents as I was peeing down my legs. But then it began happening regardless. Suddenly pee began rolling down my legs at a rate I could not control so I just stood up and ran to the bathroom either way, it was all coming out anyways. Luckily the changing room had cleared itself out. A couple girls were still in the stalls though. My pee trails were all covered up by the genuine water trails left by the kids but that didn't change the fact that 4.5 hours worth of pee was now coming out of me involuntarily. I kept trying to grab myself but pee leaked around it. I finally ran into the last stall, didn't close the door, open the toilet lid or anything and just let loose. Good news was that despite the mess I was making, it didn't go to the other stalls because the place was designed with numerous drains to capture the water from the pool. The bad news was that the toilet was now ruined and guess who was cleaning that up. Obviously me, I work there haha. So uh.. that became one really long post, but I haven't posted much for a while now and heres my intro story. Probably one of the longest I've ever held it- and it was in a pool- and in public 🤦‍♀️ I'm honestly still kinda proud I held it for this long looking back at it but the aftermath was really bad. Not the cleaning aftermath- my bladder aftermath. I swear to god I couldn't hold in anything for like the next 2 days and I blame this. I might write another story on these 2 days because I don't know whos desperate like 20 times in 2 days. By the way, I didn't wet myself (at least in the pool) after this day. I ran through my schedule with the other instructor so I could pass the class to him before his class started and after it finished so that I'd get to pee. Also complained later to get the sessions for the next season changed but due to omnicron picking it back up I found a less risky place to work anyways.

"Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).

View File Secret beach wetting. Hiding the evidence. Submitter Tinkle01 Submitted 02/07/2023 Category Female  

It's a shame that sometimes these amazing women in the art of holding pee after posting bladder photos end up inhibiting themselves with shame and remove the post from the internet some time later. But I came to cheer you up and say that all is not lost because some photos are with me so you can see them and motivate yourself to hold on. It seems that the life of a ballerina girl is not just a balanced diet, a good night's sleep, a lot of training and discomfort in stretching. See this young woman, ashamed to show her face. It seems that hydration is part of her routine, but due to competitions with restricted bathroom breaks, she often did not hydrate herself properly and felt headaches, and when she hydrates, she was distressed with fear of competing with a full bladder and urinating. With that in mind, she decided to train her bladder, she ended up liking, it and today, it seems that stretching her bladder is a piece of cake for her. Below is the evolution of the distention capacity of the bladder that this beautiful girl was able to achieve. Realize that everything in life is research, training and dedication, so, never give up on your goals, and share this post with more people! I admire these beautiful young women, thin, responsible for work and college, well hydrated and who hold their urine until their bladder swells, and also those who don't lose sleep to pee, or just like to challenge themselves, and gamers who only go to the bathroom when they finish a game. I wanted to be the daddy who puts up challenges and makes those little babies pee in their bladders and I wanted these girls to make me hold back too or compete with them too! My Discord username is Nandw#0748.