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A few nights ago, my husband and I were sitting on our deck. We were enjoying the fresh crisp air, and each other's company. I enjoy his touches, affection, tickles. It makes me incredibly wet and very needy. He was tickling my feet, at first it was a gentle foot rub, which felt amazing. I love when he spontaneously rubs my feet or any other part of me. Not necessarily sexual. I will be honest, I was in need to use the bathroom. After over 7 hours of agonizing pain and discomfort. (I do enjoy the holding and desperation feeling. I could go either way regarding wetting. Depends on my husband.) I was trying to press my legs together as he tickled my feet. I was laughing fairly hard. Mt feet were extremely sensitive and so was my ankles. In which he also tickled. I thrashed my body across the patio furniture as he firmly held my foot, tickling me even more, switching to the neglected foot. "You know our magic word. Say it if you want me to stop." He reminded. I told him, "I'm going to pee myself if you don't stop." I was in hysterics. He had me busting a gut. He did let up only to tickle my sides and hips, applying pressure and knowing my utmost sensitive parts of my body. "I'm going to pee!" I warned, though I never gave in with the 'magic word'. "Oh my God!" I managed to screech as I started to pee and it came rushing out. The urine raced down my legs, making wet streaks in my matte black leggings. I felt him go from tickling me to fondling my breasts and rubbing me as I had an amazing relief. I had a small orgasm, only intensified my urges. I turned around as I bit my lip, showing off my wetness with pride. We went to our shower and met each others desires. (3× for me. *blush blush*.)

My first fic! I'm planning on turning this into an episodic series with an ensemble cast; since chapters won't necessarily be written in the order of the events depicted within, I'll include an in-story date for when the chapter takes place. Enjoy! A/N: This was inspired by a trip I took on Amtrak's Capitol Corridor a few months ago, and I made an effort to work in a mention of every station between Sacramento and Oakland (except for Emeryville, since I didn't want to interrupt the story at that point). Fellow railfans, enjoy. Chapter 1: The Trouble with Trains July 2023 Northern California shouldn’t be this hot, Marco Vigil had decided. It was well above a hundred degrees in Sacramento, a simple fact that he nevertheless couldn’t wrap his head around. He would have expected weather like this in Phoenix, or in Austin, or in Atlanta, but not in Sacramento. Marco was eager to get out of Sacramento and away from the terrible heat, but that wouldn’t happen if he missed his train, an outcome that was looking more and more probable as he rushed to get to the platform before the departure time. Marco had gone to Sacramento to visit a friend who’d moved back home for the summer. He’d lingered in the air-conditioned oasis of his living room, with the result that he was now racing through Sacramento Valley Station in a desperate attempt to make the southbound Capitol Corridor train before it pulled away from the platform. In his mad dash through the station, as he struggled to hoist his backpack over his shoulder while holding on to his phone and mostly-empty water bottle, it hadn’t even occurred to him that he’d sprinted right past the restrooms. Now he was running flat out, and he must have been quite a sight: All 5’6” of his frame was leaning into his stride, and his unkempt black hair bounced with each footfall. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw was clenched with determination as he rounded the last corner to the platform. There was the train! With one last frantic burst, he leapt into the closest car and gasped for breath. The air conditioning was so refreshing that for a moment he felt weak in the knees, but he collected himself and gulped down the rest of the water. Still panting from his mad dash, he refilled his water bottle before making his way upstairs and claiming a window seat just as the train pulled out of the station. “Welcome aboard southbound Capitol Corridor train #273, with southbound service terminating at Jack London Square in Oakland. Please have your tickets ready…” Marco put in his earbuds and relaxed, eagerly taking a few more swigs from his water bottle as he thought of the immense heat outside. It would be nearly two hours before the train got to Oakland, and then for Marco it would be longer still before he got to his destination. That’s because Marco was a student at Rockridge University in Oakland, and at this time of day the bus back to campus would probably be caught up in traffic. Marco didn’t mind; he was content to sit right there in the train, enjoying the air conditioning and rehydrating himself after a scorching hot weekend. In fact, come to think of it, his bottle was almost empty again. Time for a refill, he thought. … After the train stopped in Davis, Marco went to the café car and bought a soda, since the water still hadn’t quenched his thirst. After the train stopped in Fairfield, Marco refilled his water bottle yet again. And when the train stopped in Suisun City, Marco realized that he had to pee. Well, no matter. Marco may have been shy, but he definitely wasn’t going to wait until Oakland to relieve himself – he knew he wouldn’t be able to wait that long. The only question was what to do with his bag: Take it with him into the bathroom, or leave it on the seat? After a moment of thought, he decided to leave it. The bathroom would probably be cramped, and there were plenty of people on the coach who would notice if a would-be thief tried to make off with some dirty clothes and a toothbrush. And besides, Marco thought to himself with a smirk, what kind of idiot would steal something in between station stops? He’d be trapped on the train, and then I’d just have to track the thief down… ‘Mystery on the Capitol Corridor.’ That sounds like a good short story! By this point, he’d got to the bottom floor of the car and made his way to the bathroom. He opened the door and peered inside. He’d never been inside a train’s lavatory before, but it reminded him of the one on an airplane. It was a bit larger, and furnished with stainless steel instead of plastic, but it was still familiar. There was only one major difference that Marco discovered: He closed the door behind him, moved to lock it, and ended up gesturing ineffectively at the handle. How does it lock? The door’s handle clicked into place, but there was no obvious way to lock it. Marco prodded at a small knob next to the handle, thinking that it might be the lock, but even after twisting it, pulling it, and sliding it, he could tell the door was still unlocked. I’m an engineer. I can figure this out. The experience reminded him of trying to turn on the shower in an unfamiliar hotel room; it seemed that there was always a different sequence of levers to control water temperature, actuate the drain, and turn on the shower head. The only difference was that Marco’s current situation was a bit more stressful than trying to turn on a shower, a fact that was reflected in his tense stance as he became more and more aware of the contents of his bladder. Nervously, Marco moved away from the door and faced the toilet. Glancing over his shoulder, he unbuttoned his shorts and moved down the zipper. Best to get this over with quickly before somebody comes in. Then, as he unzipped his pants, Marco’s mind was suddenly seized by the image of another passenger opening the door and disturbing him as he did his business. Maybe he could wait until Oakland after all. He zipped his shorts back up and sighed as he returned to his seat. With his thighs pressed together, Marco prepared himself for the uncomfortable ride home. … “Attention passengers… due to an open drawbridge, we’ll be delayed for about ten minutes. Next station stop is Martinez.” As the train loitered at the foot of the bridge across the San Joaquin river, Marco knew he was in trouble. For now, the discomfort in his bladder had subsided to a dull ache, but with every small movement he felt the mass of liquid shifting inside him. There was nothing to it but to press his knees together and lean back in his seat. The train was stopped next to a stand of trees on a steep hillside. Marco found himself thinking of the last time he’d had to pee this bad, during a run in the hills above campus. It had been during the heat wave last fall, and with his class schedule leaving him no choice but to run in the afternoon, he’d kept hydrated… perhaps a bit too eagerly. Just after crossing Grizzly Peak Road he’d ducked into a stand of trees, pulled the front of his shorts down, and watered a tree. The smell of urine, sweat, and eucalyptus sap that had combined on that hillside was surprisingly agreeable, and Marco made a game of it: He stepped back and angled his penis upwards, managing to soak the bark nearly four feet above the roots. Then he stepped to the side a bit and tried to project his stream as far as he could on the downhill slope. Then he was done, and he was quite satisfied to stand there watching his puddle trickle downhill. It was the shock of his life when Marco stepped out from behind the tree and saw, not thirty feet away from him, Riley Conrad standing shirtless with his back towards him, watering his own tree. Riley Vigil, who Marco knew because they were both on Rockridge’s rocketry team… Riley Conrad, who looked pretty good without a shirt on… Riley Conrad, who was pissing on a tree. Marco fled with swift but silent footsteps and set a new record on his downhill sprint back to campus. He’d already made plans to meet Riley for lunch the next day, and when they both sat down at the restaurant Marco was so nervous that he could barely read the menu, but Riley seemed normal. Obviously he hadn’t caught Marco peeing, and he hadn’t caught Marco watching him pee. After all, it wouldn’t do to let lust or piss get in the way of what was already a good friendship. … When the train stopped in Martinez, Marco had to direct his attention towards his bladder and penis every few seconds to keep himself in control. At this point, he was filled with almost as much worry as urine, and he figured that there were only two ways that his situation could get worse. The first way was that somebody would sit next to him. The second way was that she was wearing a Rockridge University t-shirt. “Oh, you’re another Rockridge student?” she asked. Marco tried to make himself look less tense. “How did you know?” “Water bottle.” Marco looked at his bottle, which he had purchased from the student store. It had the university seal printed on the side. “What’s your name?” Marco asked. “Elizabeth.” “Marco.” Elizabeth was wearing athletic shorts, a tank top, and sandals, and she had shoulder-length brown hair. Marco thought she looked familiar in a vague sort of way, as if they’d crossed paths on campus a few times before. As they talked some more, Marco learned that Elizabeth was a fellow sophomore, studying physics. He told her that he was majoring in mechanical engineering. Marco tried not to squirm in his seat, but with Elizabeth sitting next to him all he could do was sit and suffer as he tried to keep his pants dry. Luckily, the conversation was distracting him a bit; the train was now rolling through Richmond, with the factories and railyards of the East Bay moving outside the windows. Elizabeth interrupted herself to point out the window. “Look, you can see the Golden Gate Bridge.” Marco turned in his seat to see that, yes, in between the treetops, he could see the distant San Francisco skyline and the bridge off in the distance. “You know,” Elizabeth said, “I have kind of a funny story about the bridge… A few weeks ago I had a friend visit from out of town. She’s a transfer student who’ll be starting at Rockridge next fall, so she wanted me to shower her around. We went into the city, and one of the things she wanted to do was walk the length of the bridge, all the way from San Francisco to Marin. I’d never done it before either so we went across the bay and stopped in San Francisco for a coffee before heading to the bridge. Of course, it was a hot day, so I was also drinking lots of water… I didn’t realize there was a bathroom in the visitor center on the San Francisco side, so we just started walking across.” Marco stared at her. “That’s… interesting…” He shifted his legs around some more. The train was making a stop in Berkeley, and as the people passed by in the aisle he tried to lean forward as casually as he could and crossed his arms over his thighs. His new hunched-up position took some pressure off his bladder, but he couldn’t think of a way to change the subject. He really wanted to change the subject. And he really, really wanted to pee. “Anyway, all that ‘hydration’ was catching up to me. I had no idea how long the bridge was, so by the time we were halfway across I had to piss bad. It was getting hard to walk. So you know what I did? I walked up to the railing, pulled down the waistband of my shorts a few inches, and got my underwear out of the way.” “But what about the people?” Marco blurted. Elizabeth laughed. “What people? Tourists don’t go that far out onto the bridge, and the bike path was on the other side. And I was hidden in an alcove behind one of the support towers; from the road, none of the drivers could see me pissing off the side of the Golden Gate Bridge.. Oh, it was great. I tell you, when you have to go that bad, it feels so good to just let go of your inhibitions and take an amazing leak.” “Yeah.” Marco winced. “That does sound nice.” “Of course, some people are more timid. I mean, my friend also clearly had to go when we were walking the bridge, but she didn’t want to join me when I pissed over the side. She managed to wait until we found some bushes on the Marin side of the bridge. She gave them a good watering!” Marco just crossed his legs again as the train rolled south. … Marco knew he was in trouble. His legs bounced. He resisted the urge to grab himself as he twisted in his seat. Finally, he grabbed his legs and pulled his knees up to his chest, scrunching himself into a ball. His only consolation was that Elizabeth didn’t comment on his apparent desperation; if she had, he might have died of embarrassment. Her silence allowed Marco to pretend that she thought he was just trying to find a comfortable sitting position after spending nearly two hours on the train. Elizabeth was telling him about her work in Rockridge’s Turbulent Flow Lab. He didn’t understand fluid mechanics that well, but she told him that her work could have engineering applications for nozzle design. She even offered to help Marco get a position in the lab, since they’d probably need help from an engineer for their upcoming experiments. However, he declined, saying that he was more interested in robotics and aerospace engineering. And after being drawn in to such an interesting conversation, Marco was shocked to feel the train slowing down as it pulled into the station in Oakland. Finally! He grabbed his bag and stood up – and that made him realize that he truly was on the verge of wetting himself. “Will I see you on the bus back to Rockridge?” Elizabeth asked. “I don’t think so,” Marco replied hesitantly. “I have, uh… errands to run downtown.” Elizabeth smiled. “If you say so.” She saw right through the lie, but she pretended to believe Marco because it seemed important to him that nobody would find out how badly he needed to relieve himself. Honestly, she thought, if I had to go that badly I’d find some quiet alley to squat in as soon as I got off the train. She also rose from her seat to disembark, but Marco was already gone, sprinting down the stairs and onto the platform with stiff legs. With a stiff gait, he made his way towards the station building, devoting all of his energy towards holding his it in. Hobbling across the lobby, he spotted the door to the men’s room, and- No! Locked! Marco was could have cried in frustration. His face was red and he was sweating with the effort of trying not to wet his pants. He dashed out onto the street, and saw the taillights of the Rockridge shuttle bus as it pulled away from the station. “Shit!” He’d have to wait another thirty minutes for the next bus back to Rockridge. Naively, he thought for a moment that he could wait that long, but the brief lapse of concentration to check the bus schedule on his phone took its toll. Marco felt a brief spurt of urine leak out of him and soak into his underwear. No, it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to wait. Marco had been desperate before, but he’d never been so close to wetting himself that he started leaking. Out of options, he ran for the closest secluded place he could find, a mostly-empty parking garage next to the station. Ducking past the toll booth, Marco ran into a quiet corner of the station. He found a bus dropoff lane that had clearly fallen into disuse; it was separated from the rest of the garage by a wall, and the chances were low that anybody else would cross his path while he was pissing a river. Nervously, Marco walked over to a good spot with a support column shielding him from the left and a drain on the right that would hopefully keep too large a puddle from building up. Now all he had to do was unzip, pull himself out, and go. But Marco couldn’t do it; he couldn’t stop thinking about his encounter with Riley in the hills above campus, and how embarrassing it had been to nearly be discovered. Although there had been a few desperate times in Marco’s life where he’d had no problem watering a tree or a bush, he’d avoided peeing outside since the incident with Riley last fall. And now he was in a built-up environment, not out in nature like the previous times he hadn’t been able to wait for a bathroom. Pissing here seemed like an impossible task. But all of those concerns were pushed aside by Marco’s intense desperation and a desire to salvage his dry shorts. If relieving himself here was difficult, then wetting himself was unthinkable. Steeling his nerve, Marco unzipped his shorts, pulled his underwear waistband down, and gripped his penis in his right hand. He aimed at the wall, and immediately a torrent burst forth from him. Marco was standing less than two feet from the wall, but in that moment he was sure that his stream could have traveled three times that distance, and the pressure caused a few spray drops to ricochet back onto his ankles. That didn’t bother him at all; the feeling of relieving himself after putting it off for far too long was intoxicating. Even though Marco fought the urge to close his eyes so that he could keep glancing around for passersby, for the most part he didn’t have a care in the world as he took his badly-needed piss. In his entire life, Marco had only ever peed in three places before: In a bathroom, onto a tree, and onto dirt. Concrete was new to him, and he was surprised by how quickly his stream flowed down the wall and into the drain. As it fell into the drain, it made a gurgling sound; the sound amused Marco, and he wondered how long he’d be able to keep it up. He had already passed twenty seconds, and he showed no signs of slowing yet. Moving his right hand, Marco began to idly move his stream back and forth against the wall, settling on a position that provided a bit more space between his foot and the steady trickle running into the drain. His small accomplishment made him smile; it wasn’t a wide grin that crossed his face, but rather the mellow expression of relief and bliss. So far, Marco thought that his first urban piss was going quite well. Maybe he didn’t have anything to worry about after all. In fact, maybe he’d even try it again sometime. On a few occasions over the last few weeks, Marco had missed his bus and been stranded in the remote corner of Oakland where he worked as an intern at an engineering firm. Since Marco tended to drink a lot of water during the workday, after waiting at the bus stop for a few minutes he’d have a distinct urge to go. His pride refused to let him walk back to the office just to use the bathroom – after all what if somebody saw him? – but the industrial side of town wasn’t well-served by transit, and after waiting half an hour for the next bus he’d be quite uncomfortable. He always made it home before it became a true emergency, but next time maybe he’d just find a spot behind an abandoned warehouse and water the plants. As he was lost in thought, Marco didn’t pay much attention as his stream started to lose power. Another ten seconds or so, and he’d be finished, with an impressive damp mark on the wall and a puddle of urine slowly flowing into the drain. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw somebody walking towards him. Marco’s good mood vanished in an instant. He couldn’t possibly let anybody see him like this! With lightning speed, he tucked his penis back into his underwear and zipped his shorts up. Unfortunately, after being lost in relief, he wasn’t able to stop his stream until a few seconds after fastening his pants, and he ended up with a small but noticeable damp patch on the front of his shorts. With no time to worry about that, he bolted for the nearest exit, which happened to take him next to the person he’d seen coming his way. The person was Elizabeth, and she waved. Marco saw her eyes move downwards, just for an instant, and he knew that he’d been caught. He’d had an accident, and Elizabeth had seen it. Marco was overcome with embarrassment, and he instinctively turned to face away from her. And then, instinctually, he started running, sprinting back out onto the street and leaving the parking garage behind. He’d see Elizabeth again on the bus back to campus, but for now he just needed to be alone.

Just a heads up, sorry this is a long read. If you still want to read, enjoy the story! Okay. So it's been quite a while since I've pushed my bladder to its limit, and really wanted to tonight. The only issue I had was that I couldn't wet myself tonight, and would have to use the toilet normally. So, I started holding at 23:00, grabbed a 500ml bottle of water, and made 1l of green & peppermint tea in a pot. Last time I drank it, it went straight through me and I had to pee myself on a walk because of it. I drank about 300ml of the tea every 25 mins so I wouldn't feel too full, and half of the water some time in between. By the time midnight rolled around, I'd drank about 850ml and was at about a 4/10. At 00:30, I was at about a 6/10 and decided to refill the teapot with another litre of water. By the time it was 01:00, I was at an 8/10 and had drank 1800ml, and could see my bladder bulging quite a bit. I then had an idea. Just because I can't wet myself, doesn't mean I have to use the toilet. What if I went into my garden, took all my clothes off (besides my oversized t-shirt), went onto my knees, and peed like that on the grass? When 01:20 came, I was at a 9/10. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold much longer, my bladder started throbbing, and that's only happened maybe 4 times in my life. To give me and my bladder some hope, I said to myself I'd hold until 01:45. I still drank the same rate I had been drinking, and after what felt like an eternity, 01:35 rolled around. I finished the last of the tea I was meant to, and had drank 2200ml. I decided to head outside now. I couldn't stop squeezing my legs together and using my hand to hold myself, but I had to make sure I was silent leaving my room and going outside. By some miracle, I made it to the garden door, quietly unlocked it, and headed outside. It was now 01:40. I still had to hold another 5 mins, but I was in the final stretch. I could hold in anyway that helped, pace around to ease the pressure, anything. I just had to last 5 more mins. 01:41, I sat down and leaned forward to try ease the pressure. It helped quite a bit. 01:42, I had to jam my hand into my groin to stop myself from leaking. 01:43, I start pacing frantically with my hand still in place. Come on, I'm almost there! 01:44, this one minute felt like a lifetime. I was pacing on the spot, pee dancing, my fingers were starting to hurt from how hard I was holding myself, but I had to make it. 01:45. I immediately pulled my pyjamas and underwear down, but still had to slowly walk over to a clear spot on the grass. Finally... sweet relief. I let the floodgates open. I made it. I was still standing because in my panic I forgot I was supposed to kneel, so I just let my legs give way while I was peeing. It hurt a bit and accidentally peed a lil bit on my legs, but the relief I felt was more than worth it for me to ignore the pain. I was sitting there, my t-shirt barely covering myself, letting all of that tea I drank earlier out of me into the grass. I've never felt relief like that before... After I realised I stopped peeing, I got up, wiped any grass (and pee) off my knees with a dirty towel, put my clothes back on, and laid in bed. It's been 45 mins since then, and I can say with confidence that's one of the best holds I've done in a long while. I don't know if it felt so good because I was so desperate, I was barely covered, or because I was outside instead of by the toilet, maybe it was all of those thing, but I'm absolutely gonna hold and end it like that again.

WARNING: If you don't like messing (or hate Willy Wonka) turn back now because this experience ends at the Chocolate Factory. Teeny tiny bit of fudge visible in last photo. Also if you've read my other posts, you know there won't be photos or videos of me. Y'all... I will never complain about yard work again. I started off my morning with coffee and yogurt, then headed out back for some roof work, which took way longer than expected, I was up on the ladder for well over an hour, almost 2. In that time, I had already soaked myself with the hose cleaning out gutters and the coffee was starting to work its way through me. I figured i was already wet, and my continuing to squirm while 6 ft in the air was bordering on dangerous so I just... let go. There's a weird thrill knowing you're wetting yourself in full view of every neighbor as you teeter over the fence line! Here's the aftermath of that. After, I headed in to cool off and tried something a little new: rapid desperation. I drank around 1200ml in about an hour, then filled up my water bottle one more time. I put my same wet panties and shorts back on (WOW. What a feeling) and headed back out. Started with pruning and weeds in the back, and felt the effects QUICKLY as I continued to sip from my water in the heat. Leaning over to pull the weeds was a difficult task with all the pressure put on my full bladder. When I finished with that task, I was already squirming and potty dancing. The wet spot from the first time was still visible on the front of my shorts. But I was feeling daring and headed to the front yard to work there. I got down on my knees to work on the weeds, and immediately felt a tiny sprinkle of pee sneak out, along with an audible moan. I grabbed myself, regained composure and kept working, but the kneeling position was too much. I was bouncing, rocking, sitting on my heels. I'm sure it was obvious to everyone that I needed a potty break. More dribbles continued to dampen my clothes. Before I had pulled even half, I was back up and rushing to the back yard gate, feeling the trickles begin down my legs. **THIS IS WHERE IT GETS MESSY** In the safety of the backyard (and on the ground this time), I couldn't hold back my piss any longer and let go. It streamed down my legs and splattered on the patio while I panted and moaned loud enough to wake the dead. The feeling of relief was ecstatic as I felt my clothes rapidly becoming soaked again. My shoes quickly became surrounded by a pool of my piss, as my bladder emptied with abandon. It felt like I could never stop peeing. That complete feeling of relaxation must have affected all my muscles, because before I knew it, I was squatting on the concrete and felt a surprising "plop" in the seat of my panties. I had--completely unplanned, began to have a second kind of accident! After getting over my inital shock--(I've just shit my pants!) It only took a light push to finish the job. I remained frozen as my panties expanded and sagged with the consequences of my mess. Pee dribbled from my soaking shorts and I remained transfixed and gasping on the ground, having a full blown accident in my panties, outside where anyone could spot me. Aftermath of second accident--I laid the panties in a way that conceals most of the mess, I'm not into visible poop either. Somehow nothing got on my shorts (other than pee!)

A/N: As many of you may recall, I was a big fan of a story on this site called "Told To." It was a well-written story about a girl who was told that it was ok to have accidents. The story eventually took some turns and twists that kept it fresh, however, I couldn't get the original concept out of my head. I wanted to try my own hand at a similar idea, without taking the same directions that the now lost user "Peehour" did. I asked via DM if this was ok with them, but they removed their account before I received a response. Because the concept here is similar, let me know if you feel ok with me posting this and continuing it. My other work will return shortly as well. The Fish out of Water Camping. Camping wasn’t the first thing that crossed Bailey’s mind when she asked to tag along on the family trip this year. Then again, what did she expect? She asked herself this rhetorical question as she watched the hills roll by her mother’s SUV. Her face was warm from resting her hand on her cheek, and the summer sun beat through the windows. Turning away from the window, she looked at her sister beside her. She was crinkling the aluminum can of an energy drink as she finished her second can. “What?” “Nothing.” Bailey smiled, envious of her sister’s straight hair “She’s probably making fun of your nose ring.” “Mom! I’m eighteen now. Besides…” There was a pause, a quieting of tone “You said I could get it.” Bailey kept her smile, now at her sisters embarrassment “No, I’m just kind of jealous of your hair.” “Cuz mine’s straight?” “No, your bangs. I like the blonde highlights.” Bailey’s sister smiled brightly “Aw, thanks B!” “At least you two are playing nice.” “I’m over that high school shit!” Their mother gasped “Rebecca!” Bailey jumped in “I’m over that high school shit too!” The two black-haired sisters looked at each other and giggled. Their mother shook her head, her smile giving away her good mood. “So. How does it feel to graduate finally Becca?” Bailey asked Rebecca shrugged “Dunno. Happy its over I guess. How’d you feel?” Bailey shrugged back, joking with her sister as she said “Dunno. Happy it was over I guess.” She followed it up with a laugh “It was like four years ago, how should I remember?” “’Like’ four years ago? It was four years ago stupid!” “Rebecca, don’t talk to your sister that way!” “It’s fine mom! We can’t all graduate with a 2.6 GPA.” Bailey smiled devilishly at her sister Rebecca folded her arms “Well, I would have done better if you’d been there to help me sis!” Bailey backed off, sensing her sister was offended. She offered a response “Doesn’t matter anymore. You made it!” Bailey praised her sister, who gave a slight smirk. As the conversation lulled, Bailey leaned back towards the window, watching the picturesque pastoral imagery fly by. She put her earbuds back in, resuming her music. If it was going to be a long ride, she’d at least enjoy it. And she even had her favorite tea to keep her company. ################## A poke against Bailey’s arm startled her out of her trance. It was her sister, who seemed to be rather aimless in her bothering of Bailey. “What?” Bailey pulled her arm away “I’m bored. And I have to pee. What are you drinking?” “Iced tea.” Smiling, and expecting her sister to say no, Bailey offered “You want some?” She smiled a mischievous smile as she rattled the ice in the silver thermos. “Sure!” Rebecca snatched the thermos from her sisters hand and took a long gulp from the metal straw “Becca!” Bailey snatched her thermos back “I thought you said you had to pee?” “I do.” Rebecca smacked her lips “Good stuff.” “And you had the energy drinks?” Bailey was surprised “Yup!” Rebecca nodded seemingly unfazed Feeling her own slight need even as she had plenty of tea left, Bailey was confused at her sisters callousness. Their conversation hadn’t been all that quiet, and their mother chimed in from the driver’s seat. “Do you girls need to pee?” Bailey was taken aback at the directness of their mother’s question. Even more surprising however, was her sisters response “Yeah, I had those two energy drinks…and I’ve been waiting awhile now.” “Ugh. Tell me about it. I had that iced coffee, and a water. I’ve been waiting a long time too, girls.” Bailey was shocked at how open the two were. She tried to brush it off as just the fact that her Mother and Sister had probably gotten close while she was away at school. The conversation returned to some normalcy as the sisters mother asked Rebecca to look up the closest rest area. “Aren’t we about to go up that mountain?” The large land mass loomed in the distance, towering over the winding road. “Yeah, why?” Their mother asked “Might not be any area’s to stop.” “We’ll be ok.” “Oh. Never mind.” Rebecca almost sounded disappointed. “There’s one at the bottom of the mountain, phone says just 12 miles from here.” “Ok then. We’ll wait.” Bailey thought that was the end of it until their mother picked up her used plastic cup. The one that once housed her iced coffee. “Unless you two want or need to share this?” Bailey’s eyebrows furrowed, partly in surprise, partly in revolution. She looked to her sister for confirmation, to ensure she was right in her reaction. She wasn’t expecting her sister to mouth a question Do you want to? No! Bailey mouthed back, shocked. “Bailey wants to wait.” Rebecca announced “That’s fine. But we’re in the car, we’ll wait until we get to the rest area, alright Rebecca?” Bailey’s sister sighed. “Fine.” Bailey sat in silence for a moment. She twisted her curly black hair. She rubbed her eyes. Maybe she was dreaming. The kind of dream she sometimes mistook for reality. But when she focused again, she saw her sister, her hands now brazenly over the crotch of her jeans, staring out the window. What an odd conversation She had no idea what was about to be in store. ##################### The conversation played again and again in Bailey’s mind as the SUV smoothly drove along the two-lane road. The pretty meadows and large trees no longer lulled her into a sense of tranquility. Instead, the entire dynamic between her Sister and her Mother intrigued her. Why were they so brazenly talking about their needs? Why were they completely unfazed at the prospect of whether or not they’d find a restroom? Of the handful of times Bailey had been desperate for a toilet in her life, she’d never been so unafraid. She’d certainly never talk like that to her Mother. Maybe they have just grown close. Maybe I’m the odd one. Bailey shook her head. No. No, that was different. Bailey picked at some lint on her maroon leggings. She looked over to her sister, who had one leg bouncing at this point, her hands still resting on her crotch. “Becca, it’s the middle of summer. Why are you in jeans?” “Why are you in leggings?” “Because the A.C makes my legs cold in here.” Rebecca gave her a look. A look that gave the same reasoning. She added “Plus they look…” She stopped herself Bailey was confused “They look what?” “Hmm…Oh…nothing.” Bailey recoiled back into her seat as her sister looked out of the window. What is going on here? It wasn’t too much longer before the family spotted a big blue road-sign. Public Rest Area. Next stop 47 miles. Without so much as a word, the SUV turned onto the gravel side stop. A few other cars, most with bike racks or other camping equipment attached, littered the parking lot. Few people were actually there, and those that were, were spread thin. “Bailey?” Her Mom didn’t wait for a response “Honey, can you check the bathrooms here? Make sure they’re clean? I want to talk about something with your sister.” “Yeah, sure…” As Bailey opened the door and began to climb out of the car, she thought of the question she was just asked “I’m still not going to pee in a cup if they’re that bad though.” Her Mother turned, and as she responded, Bailey observed her placing the heel of her hand into the crotch of her olive green khaki shorts. “Bailey, sweetie, you’re not the only one who could really use a break right now. And I’d rather not pee in a disgusting bathroom if I don’t have to. And neither does your sister.” Shrugging the request off, Bailey shut the door to let the two of them talk and made her way to the public bathrooms. The long grass that surrounded the narrow main road was peaceful. Dotted with different flowers, and when a car wasn’t passing by, the sounds of insects and birds rang like a melody through the rest area. This peaceable moment was quickly dashed when Bailey approached the small wooden bathroom. The smell of stale piss that had been cooked in the summer sun mixed with the odor of countless other hikers and campers alike blitzed through Bailey’s nose and invaded her senses. Gagging, she turned away from the small structure. Coughing and gasping for air, she turned back towards the SUV. From her view, Bailey could see her Mother and sister talking about something. What it was, she couldn’t make out. The two women looked so dissimilar, it was hard to tell that they were mother and daughter. The shortest of the family, Rebecca was also the thinnest. Her blue tank top blended well with her light, acid washed jeans. She had certainly grown in the time Bailey had seen her. Despite this, it their mother was who Bailey had noticed the most change in. While her hips were wider than her daughters from baring the two of them, she had dropped much of the weight that she used to carry. The stress of being a mother had kept her overweight, but now, finally, she had turned herself into a much healthier woman. Her white t-shirt was tucked into her lose fitting shorts. With a round face and shoulder length hair, she had the appearance of a woman who was in control. She was the first to break her conversation with Rebecca and ask Bailey about the situation. “How are they?” “Awful. They smell really bad.” “Ew! Gross!” Rebecca chimed in. “I’m just gonna pee in my jeans.” The crassness and social moray of her sisters statement forced a chuckle and snort out of Bailey. Her sister didn’t always joke around like this. Or at least, Bailey thought it was a joke until her mother responded “Yeah I agree. You need cover sweetie, or are you just going to go now?” “I think I’d like some cover.” “Aright. Bailey, can you get a towel out of the trunk and give your sister some cover? She can’t hold it anymore.” Bailey’s jaw dropped. Her mother folded her arms just underneath her larger breasts and stared at the ground, seemingly in thought. Concentrating. “I’m doing it on purpose Mom! I could hold it, I just…” “I’m going on purpose too Rebecca.” Their mom interrupted “It’s ok to admit that you can’t hold it either.” Bailey felt as if she had fallen into another world. Maybe this was some sort of elaborate prank. Maybe they were just joking with her. A prank to see if she’d do it too. She looked her mother in the eye, wondering if she was going to laugh. To tell her that she was still so gullible. Instead, Bailey couldn’t believe her eyes. Her voice barely audible, a high pitched whisper. “Mom!” She gasped “you’re peeing!” A visual confirmation of Bailey’s observation began to appear on her mother’s loose shorts. The olive color darkening to a nearly black shade. Her mother replied “I told you.” She held up her fingers; listing “I had the iced coffee, and the water. I really had to go.” Baileys jaw dropped as the same dark stain that had begun to draw itself on the crotch of her mother’s shorts expanded towards her thigh in a quickly widening stain. Darting down one leg, the quickly expanding stain overran the cuff of her shorts and they began to drip. Baileys mother spoke again as clear urine began to fall freely from her now glistening shorts. “Bailey, dear. Please help your sister, and stop staring at me.” Her voice was calm and soothing. As if puppeted by an unseen force, Bailey complied, the shock of seeing her mother so brazenly wet her pants still searing into her mind. The trunk was open. All she did was turn around and grab a multicolored beach towel. But the sound of multiple streams and drips of clear pee splattering and spraying out of her mother’s shorts was still audible. The gravel and rock under her was changing color as it accepted her accident. A circle developed as random rivulets and arcs of hot pee splattered and smacked the ground. Slower moving beads of piss followed the impressive force, sliding down her mother’s larger, light-skinned thighs. “Uh, sis? A little help?” Rebecca motioned for the towel, her jean-clad legs now crossed over each other. Bailey tried to get the reality of the situation out of her mind. In a daze she wondered over to her sister, trying to block out the fact that she could hear her mother enjoying the scenery. And pissing her pants. As soon as Bailey opened the towel to block the view of her sister from the main road, her sibling widened her stance, her legs now spread. She bent forward slightly and put her hands on her knees. Looking up at her sister, Rebecca’s mouth opened in relief as her jeans began to sport a small spot. It was dark. A magnificent contrast to her light jeans. She closed her eyes as a loud hiss began to emanate from her. Rebecca’s stain took a much different form from her mothers. Instead of initially pooling at the crotch, then splattering through the heavy fabric, her forceful, hissing accident spread quickly down her stretched legs. Gravity had a better hold on her streaming pee and it pulled her hot urine quickly down the backs of her legs. Closing her eyes, she exhaled in relief and pleasure. Her eyes still closed, with piss running down her legs and now pooling on the ground and in her sneakers, she asked “Hey B, you haven’t gone this whole time. You must need to go too.” “I-I…I’m fine.” “No you’re not!” Rebecca opened her eyes, still peeing and gave a smile as she looked at her sister. “I can tell when you’re lying!” Rebecca was right, Bailey did need to go. But it wasn’t urgent, and certainly not enough to follow her sister or her Mother’s lead. She heard squishing footsteps behind her, her Mother was walking towards them. Turning her head, Bailey noticed her Mother. Her legs glistened, with rogue drips of piss falling of her legs as she moved. Her shorts now sported a full and very obvious pee stain. The inseam of both her thighs, plus the crotch, almost up to her shirt, was circled by a wide dark patch. She commented on Rebecca’s decision first “Wow! Honey, I didn’t know you were waiting that long! Look at that puddle.” Rebecca pointed, taking her hand off her knees. “Well look at yours! How long were you holding it?” “Too long. Bailey?” She turned to her other daughter “Are you going to have an accident too?” Bailey shook her head. “N….no.” Rebecca shook the last drops of pee off her jeans “It feels good sis! It’s not gross or anything.” “I-I couldn’t…” “Sure you could! I show you-“ “Rebecca.” Their Mother spoke sternly. “She said she doesn’t need to have one, she doesn’t have to. But just so she knows, I’m not stopping the car again until we get there.” Rebecca shrugged and grabbed the towel from Bailey, who provided no resistance. As she waked back towards the car, her shoes squished and squeaked. “And you even get these cool sound effe-“ “Rebecca, she said no.” Their mother was getting another towel out of the back of the SUV. Rebecca climbed back into the car, this time, with a towel. Bailey, still not believing what had happened, turned towards the SUV. She got a good look at her mother’s shorts from the back. Stained from the center of her shorts, up and around her butt, and down the backs of both legs, her act was not desecrate. She closed the trunk “C’mon. We can get there before sundown if we hurry.” Bailey stood still for a moment. She looked to the puddle her sister left. Then to her mothers. She thought of her own bladder as her need became more apparent. Just what had she missed while she was away?

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