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I have enjoyed making videos more then I thought I would~ I like trying stuff~ I wet the same pair of jeans tonight 3 times watching a movie and it was so nice~ any suggestions/ what you'd wanna see in a video? (Not requests, can't do everything/limits to what I can do) but think it'll be fun to see why you all would like to see~ I do have more lingerie outfits~ can be what you'd like me to wear or what you'd wanna see me do~

Thought it'd be fun to start a thread. What's a fantasy you can't wait to try out? I'll start, I'd love for my partner to bind my hands behind my back. Not let me up to use the bathroom, even pull my hair and tell me I have to wait till he says I can go. And when I bust all over myself, I want him to bend me over his knee and spank me....would be really nice if he pee'ed on my wet panties since I didn't make it and to not just go into writing straight porn. Have his way with me after that and really punish me.

This is my very first post here, so I will do my best, although I am a published poet/writer who has always had an omorasi fetish/kink. Unfortunately, my husband is unwilling to take part, so I've always indulged by myself. It started out when I woke up around 12:30-1am CST and I felt a twinge in my bladder, and it was starting to get a bit full. I was really exhausted and I didn't feel like getting up then, so I simply rolled over and went right back to sleep. I woke up around 7am, and my bladder was VERY full, swollen, and distended. I definitely had an excellent bladder bulge! My abdomen felt very firm over my HUGE bladder! I decided at that point to do a holding contest to see if I could break my own record of 824 ml...so I kept holding it as I continued laying flat on my back in bed. It felt great to VERY lightly stroke my hand over my increasingly firm bladder bulge, and it even seemed to help with holding it in. At this point, my bladder was so distended that it went above my navel and from one hip to the other hip. It wasn't painful at that point...in fact, it made me sexually aroused! Since my p*ssy was dry (menopause caused by a hysterectomy...also, not a drop of leakage!), I used some lube to masturbate some, after I took off my panties. It felt soooooo good gently stroking my p*ssy, and it even helped take some of the HUGE amounts of pressure off my overfull, swollen and distended bladder! At this point, I was having NO trouble at all holding my HUGE, swollen, taut bladder overfilled with an ocean of piss. Then, I inserted one finger inside my v*gina, in order to feel my bladder from the inside, and to also help my poor tortured urethra a little bit to help keep the ocean of pee inside my now rock hard, seriously distended bladder. As soon as I VERY lightly palpated my overextended and rock-hard bladder from the inside, sudden waves of sharp pain started wracking my tortured, rock-hard, and distended bladder, which then took up my entire abdomen at that point. Although I felt like I was "too overfull to leak", I applied pressure to my urethra, just to prevent any potential leakage as bladder spasms wracked my entire over distended abdomen. It was then I knew my bursting bladder had reached its absolute limit, since my distended, rock-hard bladder bulge was continuing to spasm very painfully. Luckily, I already had a very large plastic bowl and a measuring cup ready to go, so I hobbled very carefully over to the bathroom about 10 feet away. Then, I squatted over the large bowl and began releasing the strong torrent of the HUGE amount of pent-up pee from my desperately overfilled bladder. I didn't get an exact time for how long I pissed, but it was definitely well over 2 minutes, probably closer to 3 minutes of a VERY strong, very large, and VERY forceful stream of piss rushing out of me. After I finally finished emptying out the last few streams, then drops, I wiped myself with the bit of TP I already had ready. Then I looked at the contents of the large bowl, and I started measuring all of the urine by pouring it into the measuring cup and then dumping it into the toilet. Total measurements ended up being: 3.75 cups, or 38 ounces, or 1, 123.794 ml (milliliters) or 1.124 L (liters). I hope everyone enjoys this holding story, as well as the pictures!

Wetting jeans watching a movie part 2 View File Second time tonight wetting my pants watching a movie....debating a 3rd Submitter Disneybaby65 Submitted 12/06/2022 Category Female  

IMG_2794.MOV Was originally gonna have a big accident after a long day at work....but today was just to mentally draining....Not to bore or depress anyone but it was a long day with my cancer patients and fighting insurance assholes. Came home tired as hell, and took a cat nap kinda given up on the day....but I woke up having to pee still in my scrubs...I tossed and turned a bit then just got up and figured I need to shower anyway so why not. IMG_2795.MOV IMG_2797.MOV IMG_2797.MOV

Wet jeans while watching movie View File Was just watching movie after work, changed out of my uniform and wet myself...kept wet pants on part 2 to come Submitter Disneybaby65 Submitted 12/06/2022 Category Female  

Wetting pants 3rd time watching movie View File Final one for the night~ first time wetting 3 times in same clothes~ Nice and comfy to sit in them, fill up and soak again. Submitter Disneybaby65 Submitted 12/07/2022 Category Female  

"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).

Got new leggings off Amazon, they looked cute and they were as reviews said super soft. They felt so nice but didn't absorb as well as hoped for. Still felt nice, here's some pics trying to get video up. Need to upload in parts

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.

Hello guys! This is the second story in my series! This is a bit longer and a bit more detailed than my previous one, focusing on the lore of the backrooms. If you’re familiar with the backrooms you’ll really enjoy the details i describe in each level, if you’re not then no worries i gave a brief description of what it is in the beginning of the story. Might also add that the level numbers, names, descriptions, and entities are all canon to the backrooms. I did my research before i wrote this story! And fun fact even the level number you’ll see eventually in the story is canon! I swear i didnt come up with it ENJOY!! And dont forget to leave a brief feedback so i can fix my mistakes and take your opinions to continue to provide good ‘episodes’ in this series i am creating.. THANK YOU! ^_^ ———————————————————- Amy walked out of her university campus with two of her friends; Anthony and Jane, after a long day at college. She was a beautiful long haired brunette wearing a simple dark blue chemise that had its front tucked inside of her white jeans. She was sipping the last of her grape soda can before throwing it directly into the litter basket. “Bullseye! Haha.” Jane said shoving Amy’s shoulder playfully. “Oh i’ve been practicing since last time!” Amy said with a smile. They walked a little bit and sat on a wooden bench overlooking a park with the city view behind it. Anthony was scrolling through his phone, he didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings as he was indulged on a certain topic he was reading. “Hey guys ever heard of the backrooms?” Anthony suddenly asked. “Yeah i’ve scrolled through a couple of topics.. many people explain how people just ‘slip’ into another reality, and that it has levels.. thousands.. some say they are infinite, some has unearthly creatures and monsters and there’s no way of going out once you go in! Except if you reach the final level, which is practically impossible.. you might get a chance though if you find a certain shortcut that gets you to the final level immediately from an early stage.” Amy said. “Wow, you certainly know your info! Well it became trending recently. The subject just popped out of nowhere one day.” Jane said. “Yeah true but well the subject started to pop up exactly 3 months ago.” Anthony said. “Yeah so?” Jane asked confusingly. “Well do you know what happened 3 months ago?” Anthony asked. “Oh, do you mean the Armix tower explosive sonic wave downtown?” Amy asked. “YES! I bet that Armix is behind it.. that sonic wave was certainly.. peculiar. They never said anything about it publicly. But i am certain they have something to do with it! The concept of the backrooms started after that particular explosion! They might have opened rifts or portals to other realities by accident!” Anthony said. “Oh you and your conspiracies Anthony! I don’t even believe that they really exist, it just might be an internet hoax!” Jane said while blowing raspberries. “Oh shut up Jane. Well what do you think Amy? What will you do if you accidentally slipped into the backrooms ha? Hahaha.” Anthony said with a laugh. “Well i am not sure if it actually exists but if i happen and get thrown in there i will certainly be so scared i might piss myself in fear! Hahahaha.” Amy said jokingly. Followed by her question to Jane; “What about you Jane?” “Oh i’ll definitely fully soak myself as well, from what i read it certainly is too scary! Hehe.” Jane said with a silent giggle. “Since we opened the subject of peeing, do you guys remember the video that trended back then 3 months ago when the tower sonic boomed?” Anthony asked. “You mean the one that was anonymously shared of the soaked girl coming out of a faulty elevator inside the tower after the explosion?” Jane asked. “Yes. That video trended even more than the explosion itself! Must have been pretty embarrassing for that girl.” Anthony replied. “Yeah the poor girl, i cant imagine being in her place, it must have felt so humiliating for everyone to see her like that. It certainly was too scary for her when the elevator was falling that she just let go all over herself.” Amy said. “Yeah well there was also an obvious huge puddle on the elevator floor. Well they certainly couldn’t sue the company.. they had a fail safe and the girl was saved because of their technology. Besides no one knows the origin of that explosion! Oh well, they’re Armix after all, the most powerful company perhaps in the entire world?” Jane said. They all looked at the tall Armix tower that was far off in the distance, standing like a gigantic rocket in the middle of their city. The city was called Lustral. “Well forget about Armix.. something else is trending on the internet right now. Have a look guys this is very weird.” Anthony said while passing his phone to the girls. The post showed a 20 seconds video, the thumbnail was a naked girl sitting on her knees with her face facing down on the floor of a walkway of a public park of a city called Lasix in a foreign country. The girl had a long brunette hair that covered her facials and she was sitting over an expanding puddle of her own urine in the middle of the park with bystanders surrounding her. The title of the topic was ‘Mysterious Naked Pissing Girl Appears Out of Thin Air in Lasix Public Park.’ It was posted two days ago. “Press play already!” Anthony yelled at Amy. She immediately pressed play and they all watched confusingly. - - - **VIDEO PLAYING** The camera was filming an empty walkway in a park. Suddenly a naked girl appears out of thin air from what looks like an expanding energy filled orb. The orb disappears quickly within itself in a silenced blast leaving the girl on her knees on the floor audibly crying. The camera zooms in as a puddle started to expand under her.. filling the walkway with her urine. She was trembling and facing down with her long hair covering her face. Suddenly the voice of a yelling man appeared in the background of the video; “STOP FILMING HER YOU IMMORAL PIECE OF SH—.” Then the video ended abruptly. - - - “WOW!” Jane exclaimed. “This is weird.. didn’t you guys notice something? It seemed like the man who filmed the video knew exactly where the girl will appear. The video started before she even appeared.” Amy said confusingly. “Well i agree but i noticed something else.. call me crazy but this girl looks exactly like you Amy..” Anthony said as he looked at his confused friend. “No way..” Jane said. “That’s impossible haha! First of all this video was posted two days ago, Monday 16th of March, today is Wednesday 18th of March! Two days ago i was with you guys at college remember?? Secondly, this video was literally filmed in a city called Lasix located on the literal other side of the planet! There’s just no possible way it’s me!” Amy said confidently. “Well yeah you’re right.. it’s just that she has exactly the same hair style and skin color as you.” Anthony said. “Her face is not obvious though, it’s probably just a coincidence and her body just looks like Amy’s, nothing more.” Jane said denyingly. “You’re probably right, it’s just me and my conspiracies again.. Ha!” Anthony said sarcastically. “Exactly! Haha!” Jane said laughing. “Alright guys time to head home, i really need to pee i have been holding it since we came out of campus.. that grape soda filled me up haha!” Amy said as she got up from the bench. “Alright see you later Amy!” Anthony said as he waved good bye. “Bye bye bestie! See you tomorrow.” Jane said as she gave Amy a quick hug. Amy waved at them and started walking through the park towards her home on the other side of the park. She squirmed a little bit on her way home as her bladder filled, but kept moving nonetheless. She suddenly noticed a weird tree, it appeared like it was glitching in and out of reality. It just stuttered in a weird way as if it was a malfunctioning hologram. Amy confusingly but carefully approached the tree, she unwittingly reached her hand out to touch the flickering tree, and to her surprise she ‘slipped’. Her whole body got sucked into the tree as if it was nothing but pure air, she started falling through the endless dark void losing all her senses in the process. Amy had just no-clipped out of reality. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 0: THE LOBBY* Amy started to gain her consciousness slowly, she was laying on a musty yellow carpet. The carpet was a bit damp and smelled moldy. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around to find herself in an empty yellow room. The walls were covered with yellow paint, and the lights were fluorescent and gave out w constant buzzing noise and flickered every few seconds. The buzzing noise was certainly annoying and monotonous. Amy immediately put her hands over her ears as she began to slowly regain her senses. She looked around the room in her shock. She immediately realized that she was literally inside the backrooms. The very one she and her friends were joking about a few minutes ago. “It’s real.. omg it’s real! No no no!” Amy started talking to herself as she sobbed. Her bladder ached in her fear. She felt like her bladder will give out in her fear and surprise. She immediately put her hands on her crotch and crossed her legs in order to try and hold it in. She instantly remembered the conversation with her and her friends about ‘peeing herself’ if she ever made it to the backrooms. “Oh no i am gonna pee! Im gonna pee myself! Please don’t pee.. please don’t pee.. please don’t pee!” She kept repeating to herself as she cried but to no avail. She started to leak a little bit into her panties and white jeans and through her hands. It left a small wet spot around her crotch but surprisingly she managed to hold it in as she calmed herself down a little bit. “Oh nooo i wet myself! I really need to find a way out of here before i fully soak myself! I cant take it anymore!” She said while sobbing. She relaxed herself a little and then started exploring slowly with tears in her eyes, a wet dark spot on her white jeans and a large amount of urine in her bladder. She moved slowly out of the room to find dozens of similar yellow rooms. She kept moving and looking around as her need to pee intensified. But there was nothing new. It looked like a maze of empty yellow office spaces that seemed to be endless. The constant buzzing of the fluorescent lights was driving her crazy. She wanted to get out anyway she can now, and most importantly she needed to relieve herself. After what seemed like an eternity of walking in an endless yellow maze, the monotonous hum of the yellow lights was suddenly interrupted with a landline telephone ringing. The sound startled Amy which made her put a hand over her bladder and leak a bit in her panties again, but it also gave her a glimpse of hope. She started following the ringing phone with a fast pace hoping that this could be her way out of here. The ringing started getting higher and higher as she finally arrived in a room that looked exactly like the other rooms except that there was an office desk on the middle of the room with a black telephone ringing above it. She slowly reached the phone and answered with trembling hands. “He-he-hello?” Amy said stutteringly. Nothing answered but a loud static noise like a bad frequency coming from the other end of the phone, and among all the static noise a voice faded in and Amy tried to make out the words. “It’s - - behind - - you.. RUN!” The voice said as she finally deciphered it. The words gave her chills and goosebumps. She suddenly dropped the phone and put a hand over her mouth as she slowly turned around to look behind her. To her surprise she found a dark inhuman silhouette standing in the distance, making a terrorizing screeching noise as it twitched in its place but appeared to be idle. Amy stood still but in her shock the small wet spot on her crotch started expanding into a full wet patch along both sides of her white jeans darkening it all into a gray color. The flow extended towards her shoes and started dripping off over her shoes and into the moist carpet. The sound of urine hitting the ground caught the creature’s attention and it suddenly started sprinting towards Amy with its screeching voice getting louder. Amy screamed and immediately started running the other way with her urine still spraying into her jeans in her terror as she ran for her life. Her adrenaline pumped up which put her in the natural fight-or-flight mode, possibly her body voided her bladder for her to be lighter to give her a chance to run faster and escape the danger she was facing.. ironically her bladder was voided into her jeans which practically made her feel heavier and made it more difficult for her to run. Nonetheless; she ran into the same yellow empty spaces for a couple of minutes not looking back but still hearing the chilling voice of the creature. Surprisingly she noticed a trap door in the floor in one of the rooms she ran into and decided that this would be her best bet to try and hide from the creature. She sprinted with all her power towards the trap door with the creature tirelessly sprinting behind her. She managed to pull the handle of the door and open it. She looked down to find a partially dark concrete area, no more yellow in there.. as she was going down the hole the creature immediately grabbed both of her feet and pulled her on the ground away from the trap door. As she was being dragged she definitely let go of some more of her urine and pissed all over the carpet. Her chemise got wet from her own piss this time as she was being dragged on her stomach over her own urine. She kicked so hard that finally both of her shoes came off her feet into the creature’s dark hands. The creature lost balance and fell backwards as Amy crawled rapidly back to the hole and climbed down quickly shutting off the trap door behind her. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 1: HABITABLE ZONE* Amy came down into a chilly area. It looked like a sprawling gigantic warehouse that had concrete floors and walls and a dim light. Fog was hanging in is the air with no discernible source. It underwent the process of condensation which formed large random puddles of water on the large cold concrete floor. She looked down at her jeans and shirt to find all her clothes soaked, smelling of her own urine. She slowly walked a little bit and stepped over the random water puddles which soaked her white socks and immediately after she gave out an audible cry and sat down on the floor to take her breath in disbelief after that frightening situation that made her lose total control of her entire bladder. She sobbed and hyperventilated for a few minutes until she took back control of her body. She calmed a little bit and then proceeded to take off her damp socks because who likes the feeling of wet socks on their feet? She stood up slowly and started moving through the vast endless warehouse, stepping on the cold water puddles with her bare feet now. She was pretty scared but at least there was no creatures to be seen around, and the monotonous buzzing and endless yellow are no more. It might drive anyone insane. The warehouse seemed to be expanding forwards, it wasn’t a maze like the previous area. Amy kept walking in a straight line for what might have been a couple of hours before finding a small door on the side of a concrete wall. She carefully opened the door hoping it will lead her out of this nightmare but to her surprise she found a supply cache. It was mostly empty except for a few random fruits and two unopened bottles of ‘Almond Water’. She quickly reached for one of the water bottles, opened it and started gulping it down. She needed to rehydrate, she hadn’t drunk anything in what seemed like hours. She was super tired and dehydrated but the almond water gave her energy. It tasted sweet and refreshing. She threw the empty bottle away and then grabbed an apple. She voraciously ate it and then grabbed the other almond water bottle and chugged it down in one go. “Ahh.. that felt good. Now i can focus on getting out of here.” She said as she came out of the supply cache room. Her bladder definitely starting to fill again after she chugged two bottles. She ventured through the endless warehouse again after a good refill. The sound of water puddles under her feet triggered a reaction in her bladder again. It had been a couple of hours since she had her accident, in addition she just chugged two entire water bottles. The dark patch on her jeans was visible but it was dried in but still a bit damp making her feel colder. She finally reached a tunnel that looked a bit different than the rest of the warehouse. It was becoming tighter and tighter. She moved in nonetheless to find herself in what seemed like a maintenance tight tunnel filled with pipes running along the walls. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 2: PIPE DREAMS* She started moving carefully through the tunnel. Black liquid could be seen oozing out of some malfunctioning pipes. Of course she didn’t touch it and tried to avoid it as best as she could. There were doors on the right side of the wall, she tried opening a few but none of them responded. They were all locked tight. Amy kept walking trying to open every door she comes across to no avail. Her need to urinate was growing larger. Eventually she saw someone standing still in front of her in the tunnel with his back to her. He looked humanoid. Could it be another human who was lost in the backrooms like her? She carefully approached him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hello? Are you okay?” She asked naïvely. In an instant the humanoid quickly turned to face her, and to her surprise it was faceless. It had no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no ears. Nothing. Amy immediately squealed and fell backwards on her butt and started to back paddle away from the creature while crying. As she did so, of course, she started urinating in her jeans again in her terror. Rewetting the already dried gray patch. The patch grew larger and leaked under her butt this time. It left a trail of urine as she continue to back paddle while uncontrollably pissing into her jeans. She quickly noticed that the creature wasn’t moving. It stayed in its place standing still only it was facing her. It made sense she thought, the creature doesn’t have any senses. It should be harmless. She stopped back paddling but kept her eyes locked on the creature. The final drops of urine leaving her vagina into her jeans as she sat still for a moment. She slowly stood up again and put a hand on her butt to notice how much her buttocks were soaked. They were completely drenched and still dripping, leaving a huge patch on her butt. “Oh no.. not again!” She thought to herself. She was lucky the creature couldn’t see, or smell her urine. After a moment of collecting herself she decided to move past that creature slowly. She stuck her back to the pipes and started moving slowly past it. She held her breath and sneaked on her barefoot tip toes very close beside it in order to continue on her way. She leaked a little bit more as she moved past it from the fear of the situation she was in but continued on her way nonetheless. Suddenly a pipe burst beside her and the creature immediately turned to face her again. This time she picked up her pace and started running with the last of the content of her bladder finally releasing into her panties and jeans. She started to slow down after a couple of minutes of running when she made sure the creature wasn’t sprinting behind her like the other one. She bent down putting her hands on her soaked knees as she took her breath. She started slowly navigating the tunnels again when eventually she found a small hole in a very fragile cracked wall. It looked unique and different from the same pattern she had been walking in for a while now. What was stranger is that there was a sledgehammer perfectly placed in front of that hole. Is this the way out? “This could possibly be my way out of here. I have to break the fragile wall. It can’t be a coincidence!” Amy thought to herself as she grabbed the sledgehammer and moved towards the wall. It was heavy but she managed. She slammed the wall as hard as she possibly could and it surprisingly instantly shattered like paper in one blow. The hole was revealed to be a circular tunnel that she could crawl through. She collected herself and hesitantly started crawling through that tunnel until she reached the light on the other end. Unbeknownst to her, this was actually a hidden short cut that took her right into level 5. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 5: TERROR HOTEL* After jumping down from the tunnel Amy found herself in a vast lobby of what looked like a hotel complex. Light seemed to be shining from the windows. One might think it was finally the sun but there was nothing but white light. The architectural style seemed to go back to 1930s, with furniture dating back to 1920s. Jazz music was playing in the distance with whispers and voices of the chatter of people but there was no one there but Amy. She started to move through the reception area and found stairs in the middle leading to the hotel rooms. She carefully reached the hallway and found what seemed to be infinite rooms left and right of her. She started moving in and trying many of the room doors but none opened until she reached the end of the hallway after about 30 minutes of walking. It was a dead end, but not quite. There was a larger door at the wall in front of her, refraining from the same pattern of left and right doors. She thought this might finally be it. The door had room number 207 embedded into its wooden body. Hopeful, she turned the door knob slowly and it finally opened with her, the door wasn’t locked. She carefully entered to find a magnificently designed luxurious room. It had a huge bed in the middle and looked like any fancy room she can’t afford back in her own reality. She felt a bit excited yet still fearful. She entered the room and sat on the huge bed realizing that she felt uncomfortable wearing her wet pants. After all she pissed herself twice in it and she was wearing it in that state for god knows how many hours. She finally decided that she needed to relax. Maybe sleeping would be the way out of this level? She thought that while she’s at it she might as well definitely take a hot shower in the massive bathroom that was complementary to her room. She started difficultly pulling her sticky urine filled jeans off but she managed. She was already bare foot since level 1. She then pulled off her blue panties and took off her chemise and blue bra. She was completely naked now. Her body was a bit sticky from all the urine and she definitely smelled like a urinal. She kicked her ruined clothes to the side and rushed to the shower so she could finally shower and relax then sleep on that comfortable bed so she can regain focus or possibly get transported to another level. As soon as she reached the bathtub she stood inside of it and started turning all the valves, but there was no water coming out. She felt frustrated and started to smack the shower head a few times. While doing so the bathtub under her suddenly dissolved. She was pulled down under and into another dark void. She looked upwards as she levitated forcefully downwards to see that she no-clipped out of the hotel seeing her bathroom moving out of distance as she was being dragged down. She had accidentally found a secret entrance to the final level of the backrooms. She finally settled on a dark ground to find a gray looking huge spiral staircase in front of her. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 9223372036854775807: THE END* Naked and scared Amy had no choice but to approach the gray stairs in front of her. As soon as she stepped on one of the steps the door she came from shut behind her. The stairs was incredibly tall, dark, spiral and surround by walls. The steps in the staircase were floating, metal square slabs that gently shifted around. “All i wanted was just some sleep i cant! I cant! I am too tired and too cold for this! And now i am all naked!” Amy said while sobbing. Nonetheless she collected her strength and started climbing the stairs slowly. Amy found occasional locked doors as she ascended the creepy staircase. She kept climbing as she trembled in the cold to no end. She occasionally sat on the steps to take a break from climbing. It took about two hours until she finally reached the very top of the stairs. She found a door with a letters electronic pad beside it. She tried opening it but it was locked. She knew then that it needed a password. She was frustrated as she tried different combinations of names and letters to no avail. But finally she got the bright idea of putting her name in. A . M . Y . The door beeped and unlocked. She opened it to find a dark hallway but saw a very bright light at the end of the tunnel. She started walking towards it when suddenly dozens of decayed hands started coming out from both sides of the walls and tried to grab her. She screamed and started running and kept hitting the hands away. “Have to reach the light at the end of the tunnel! The light at the end of the tunnel! The light at the end of the tunnel!” She kept repeating to herself while taking the hands off her.. and finally she reached it after a struggle. - - - *THE FRONTROOMS* Suddenly she fell on a solid ground. It looked like gravy dirt. Her face was fixated on the ground with her long brunette her covering her facials, she sat on her knees and as she did so her bladder finally gave in once more from all the pressure and fear she just faced. The puddle started to extend on the ground she sat on as urine flowed from her bare vagina. A mysterious man with a black hat and a black coat was standing there with a peculiar type of phone. He was filming the incident on a live feed under an anonymous name since before Amy even appeared. While he was filming a crowd began to gather around Amy. One ethical man saw the mysterious man filming her and ran towards him shouting; “STOP FILMING HER YOU IMMORAL PIECE OF SHIT!!!” The mysterious man started running away from the scene and vanished. Which interrupted his video. Amy snapped back into reality when she heard the man shouting. She looked back up and looked at the crowd of people surrounding her, realizing that she was naked and that she had pissed herself on the floor. The bystanders had witnessed that. She looked around in panic to find herself in a park she’d never been to before. Amy started to slowly realize that she is the very same girl she had watched on Anthony’s phone. It was really her. A woman took off her coat and covered Amy immediately with it as she helped her to stand up. “Whe- where am i? What is th- the da- date?” Amy stutteringly said as she asked the helpful lady in order to confirm her suspicions. “What do you mean honey? It’s Monday the 16th of March. You’re in Lasix. Come you need help and medical attention i’ll take care of you.” The helpful woman said confusingly answering her as she walked with Amy away from the scene. The woman’s answer had confirmed to Amy that she was indeed the girl in the video. She had traveled back in time two days prior to when she first entered the backrooms and it landed her in Lasix, a city in a country on the other half of the globe of where she lived in Lustral. She didn’t quite understand what had actually happened. But what was confirmed that the backrooms did actually exist, a reality or a bunch of realities defying all known laws of time and physics filled with monstrous entities. But she was relieved. After all Amy was one of the lucky very few who managed to survive the backrooms and live to tell the tale. - - - The video was nonetheless shared by the mysterious man and it started trending on all platforms with the headline “Mysterious Naked Pissing Girl Appears Out of Thin Air in Lasix Public Park.” - - - “WOW!” Jane exclaimed. “This is weird.. didn’t you guys notice something? It seemed like the man who filmed the video knew exactly where the girl will appear. The video started before she even appeared.” Amy said confusingly. “Well i agree but i noticed something else.. call me crazy but this girl looks exactly like you Amy..” Anthony said as he looked at his confused friend. “No way..” Jane said. “That’s impossible haha! First of all this video was posted two days ago, Monday 16th of March, today is Wednesday 18th of March! Two days ago i was with you guys at college remember?? Secondly, this video was literally filmed in a city called Lasix located on the literal other side of the planet! There’s just no possible way it’s me!” AMY SAID CONFIDENTLY. - - -

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Here's the next chapter in the Bedwetting Blunders series. This was originally meant to be published on Halloween, but different circumstances ended up delaying it. I hope you enjoy regardless. Let me know what you think, and feel free to tell me about any Halloween themed bedwetting stories you have. “Do you want to hear a scary story I hear about our cabin?” Faye scanned the room for takers, but no one seemed to be listening. “Figures,” she said to herself. Faye was typically an outcast, always being shunned by her peers for being the weird girl that was into occult practices. “No one wants to any of that because it’s all bogus,” Samantha chimed in. A beautiful and busty blonde, her popularity in school emanated a dominant aura that none would dare defy. “Besides, it’s already nighttime. I just want to go to bed.” “Oh please, we all know the real reason is because you’re too much of a pussy to handle it,” Terri snapped back. Terri was a tomboy, but more on the muscular side. She used that for good, acting as the bully of bullies and an older sister figure to the more quiet and reserved girls in school. Faye was happy to have her in the same cabin, especially to keep Sam in check. “Well, actually,” Sara interjected and adjusted her square-frame glasses before continuing, “even if she was scared, it’s theoretically improbable, if not impossible, for such a paranormal anomaly to occur. As Samantha states, it’s ‘bogus’.” Sara wasn’t the loud type, but as a girl of science, it was hard for her to keep her mouth closed when anything defied her way of thinking. She was a geek in every sense of the word, including her appearance, sporting impractically long, red, braided twintails that ended at her butt. “I-I’m not scared of anything!” Sam rebutted, clearly taken aback by the accusations weighed against her. “We can listen to the dumb story. I doubt it’s nothing but fluff anyways.” “Hehehe,” Faye chuckled to herself. “Sounds good to me. Everyone else in?” she asked with a slightly crooked smile. “Eh, could be fun. Camp’s been boring so far anyways.” Terri sat down on the floor next to Faye’s bed, spreading her legs out as she got comfortable. “Very well, I’ll humor your fairytale,” Sara said, taking her seat across from Terri. “But just so you know, I don’t believe any of this for a second!” “Well, for once it seems we’re in agreement, dork,” Sam commented as she crossed her legs on her bed. “Well creep? Let’s hear it. Tell me a story that’ll make me pee my pants in fear,” she challenged sarcastically. “Oh, how topical,” Faye said eerily, her cold chill entering the cabin. “I’ve got the story just for you then.” The cultist girl proceeded to open a black journal she had on her nightstand and read from it. “About 30 years ago, when Camp Wellspring was first founded, there were a group of four girls in this exact cabin. All of them were pretty typical girls, except for one. She had a certain… condition. She was a bedwetter.” “What?” The blonde interrupted. “What part of this is scary? Are you sure you’re not just reading your fetish journal?” The two other girls snickered a bit, but that didn’t stop Faye from continuing the story. “Don’t you worry. But just so you know, it’s rude to make fun of the dead.” All three girls shut up at that comment. “One night, the other girls in the cabin discovered her wearing nighttime protection and dogpiled onto her. They teased her and even beat her up for the entire night. The following night, she took her fate into her own hands. Brandishing a knife, she slaughtered all of her cabin mates, before taking her own life.” “H-hey,” Sara said with a shiver, “that’s getting a bit too real, don’t you think?” “Hehe, are you scared?” The purple-clad occult club member joked. “Of course not!” Sam answered on the science girl’s behalf. “I-it’s preposterous. Totally horse crap!” “I gotta admit, it does all come off as a bit farfetched,” Terri chimed in. “Don’t believe me? That’s fair. After all, I didn’t believe it myself. I thought it was just a campfire story that my upperclassmen were gassing me up with. That is, until I got here and found this.” Faye moved her bed, revealing a large red stain soaked into the wooden floor. A shiver ran down the other girls’ spines. Even Terri, despite her usual courage, was unnerved by the sight and the obvious implications. “That’s fucked up,” the butch girl said aloud, causing the less brave girls around her to shiver. “Well, that’s not the end,” Faye said. “Apparently her ghost still roams around the campgrounds at night. Our school newspaper has had reports of sightings almost every year, ranging from the councilor’s office to the bathrooms, and worst of all, our specific cabin.” “Okay, I’ve heard enough!” Samantha said before storming out the door. “I-I’m heading for a walk. I want to get some fresh air before bed.” “Uh, yeah. I gotta take a piss. I’ll be back in a bit,” Terri said before making her own leave. Faye turned to look at Sara, prompting her to scootch backwards a little bit. “I-I don’t have anything better to do, so I’m heading straight to bed!” And do so she did, burying herself under the covers, making herself invisible to the world around her. Faye chuckled, moving her own bed back where it was and getting in it to rest herself. “Jeez, stupid freak,” Sam said as she kicked a rock in the dark. “She’s actually got me rattled over nothing.” She sauntered a bit into the woods to calm herself, but that turned out to be a mistake. As she went a bit deeper, the sounds of the wild animals and lack of lighting save for the moon only served to build the already nestled fear in her heart. What’s more she could feel the need to relieve herself rising. “Damn, I should’ve went with Terri to the restroom.” She scanned her surroundings before biting her lip. She could still go now, but she remembered what Faye said about the ghost. “I guess I could just go here. No one would know,” she thought to herself. However, she barely made it halfway through pulling her pajama shorts down before she noticed some heavy rustling in the bushes in front of her. “W-who’s there?” She questioned, pulling her shorts back up. Silence followed. She took a step backwards before bumping into something. She didn’t dare say a word as she felt a breath against her cheek, the presence behind her saying only one thing. “Sam.” Sam turned tail and ran with a bloody scream. Her feet carried her as she scrambled her way back through the woods. She didn’t stop running until she made it back to the cabin, slamming the door with a thud. She took several minutes to collect herself. Looking around the cabin, it seemed that Terri was still out, but otherwise everyone was sound asleep. Exhausted and scared, she made her way to bed too, ignoring the discomfort in her bladder as she eventually drifted to sleep. “Shit, I’ve been holding it for forever,” Terri complained as she entered the public toilets. Maybe it had something to do with Faye’s story, but the building seemed eerier than normal. She was slightly taken aback by lack of lighting and the creaking of the wooden stalls, a draft moving the doors slightly. “Okay Terri, you’re not a punk ass bitch. Just take a piss and get out,” she emboldened herself. As she entered the stall, she could’ve sworn she heard whispers outside, but was able to shake it off, amounting it to the wind making weird noises. She pulled down her pants and boxers as her butt made contact with the cold porcelain. She was about to let the stream flow, when suddenly she heard a scream come from outside. “Fuck, shit! Shit!” With no hesitation, the butch girl’s calm stance broke as she rushed to pulls her clothes back on and leave the bathroom. She didn’t run, but paced quickly back to the cabin, being sure to check her surroundings the entire way back. As she entered the cabin, she noted the other girls all apparently asleep and sighed. “Sheesh, I’m all worked up over nothing,” she thought to herself as she got in bed, her need to pee still unsatisfied. “Ugh, this isn’t good,” Sara whined in her head. “I gotta pee.” Ever since she’d hid herself in bed, she’d been dying to use the bathroom. However, Faye’s story had rattled her to her very core. Science and logic be damned, she couldn’t muster the courage to leave the cabin, let alone the bed. “What do I do?” She thought. “There’s no way I’m gonna be able to last the night.” She squeezed her hands between her thighs as she searched for an answer. Eventually, she came to one. “Logically speaking, it should be okay to wet the bed here.” The thought sounded dumb at first, but she continued to humor it. “Barring Faye, the other two girls were afraid of the story too. So even if I wet the bed, they won’t shame me for it!” It was a ridiculous proposition, but in her mind, it was her only option. She took her hands out from between her legs and placed her twintails above her head as she laid on her back. She took a couple of deep breaths before letting go. A hissing sound filled the cabin as she deliberately wet the bed, a pool of warm urine forming around her body. Tears began to develop in her eyes as she finished the deed. Disappointed and satisfied as the same time, she shut her eyes tight, eventually convincing herself to fall asleep. Faye slept soundly. The knowledge that she’d managed to scare her cabin mates brought her immense pleasure. However, as she awoke from her sleep, she knew something was wrong. She couldn’t move, nor could she speak. “W-what’s going on?” she thought to herself in a panic. “Is this sleep paralysis?” As she stared at the ceiling, a being began to form in front of her own eyes, ghostly in nature. Faye’s eyes went wide, both in fear and excitement. The situation wasn’t good, but she couldn’t help but feel validated seeing a ghost in real life. That was, until the ghostly girl pressed a hand on Faye’s stomach and pushed on it. The eerie girl was given a hefty reminder of her need to pee, and from the looks of it, that ghost fully intended on making her do it in her bed. Faye wanted to scream, or shake her head, or do anything, but the paralysis held firm as the ghost continued to push down on her bladder. Faye was able to let out a small whimper as she felt her endurance give, her pee bursting out of her and onto the awaiting sheets and mattress, soaking her purple panties as well. As she finished, the ghost faded back into nothingness and Faye regained control of her body, but at this point she couldn’t do anything but sob to herself as she soaked in her own accident. Morning came, with four girls standing in urine-soaked clothes, staring at each other and their accompanying wet beds. Nothing was said until Sara broke the silence. “Camp rules say that anyone who wets the bed has to wear diapers for the rest of their time here.” The girls collectively shivered at the statement, but didn’t have time to ponder it before the head councilor entered the cabin for the wake up call, and in doing so, caught them all red-handed. “You’ve got to believe us!” Sara pleaded. “Believe what? In ghosts? Stop making excuses,” the councilor chided. “B-but how else do you explain the red stain under my bed?” Faye asked, more panicked than she had been by the ghost itself. “Some girls had spilt wine there years ago without telling anyone. By the time we found out, the floor was already stained deep,” the older woman explained. “B-but someone had gotten behind me and scared me last ni-,” Sam argued before she was cut off. “That was me,” the councilor said firmly. “You were out way past curfew and I wanted to ask what you were doing before you ran off, screaming like a banshee.” “That was YOU screaming?!” Terri yelled, pissed at this revelation. “Yeah, what of it, bitch?!” The duo entered a shouting match with each other, throwing insults between each other. “Enough!” the councilor demanded. “Normally, for bedwetters we just make them wear pull-ups so it’s not as embarrassing, but clearly you girls are just no good, loudmouth liars, no better than toddlers.” The girls all cowered at the older lady’s outburst. “As punishment for your misbehavior, you four will be wearing these large diapers, made for girls with incontinence. You will be checked regularly, and your privacy will not be respected.” That statement struck more fear in them than the ghost ever could. Realizing they were in a bad position and shouldn’t push their luck, the girls agreed to the punishment, a mix of anger, fear and sadness overwhelming them, tears streaming down their cheeks. By the end of the week, all four girls were thoroughly humiliated. None of their clothes did anything to hide their padded undergarments. The diaper checks weren’t discreet at all either, sometimes being done in front of everyone at the site. Although Terri and Sam didn’t have any more accidents, neither Faye nor Sara were able to keep their diapers dry at night, still too mortified by the ghost to use the bathroom. They became close friends by the end of the week because they were now all they had at school. And to this day, all of them believe their dilemma was revenge from the bedwetter ghost of Camp Wellspring.

Some early memories, it feels good to write it all down. I've been interested in peeing and diaper stuff for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories is of me peeing on a potty after I could use a normal toilet, just out of curiosity I guess. The memory is a bit fuzzy, but I couldn't have been older than 6, because it was at a house we moved out of when I turned 6. I remember the naughty feeling of doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing anymore, peeing on the potty, and dumping it out in the toilet so my mom wouldn't find it. I also remember being fascinated with baby stuff, like diapers. I was the oldest of four, so there was always baby stuff around for most of my childhood. The next pee memory I have I would have been either 7 or 8. I remember peeing my pants deliberately at school. I was wearing maroon colored cotton shorts, so they were dark and didn't show much. I just slowly wet them over the course of the day. Outside at recess, I would pee a bit, and then run around and play until they dried off, and then pee a bit more. At my desk I would slowly let a bit out every hour or so. I remember the feeling of my panties and shorts being damp, and being able to smell it a bit. I remember the fear of getting caught, the fear of letting too much go at once, and I remember an older girl looking at me funny as I got on the bus, but I don't know if she could tell what I had done or if I was just being self conscious. When I got home I changed my clothes and my sister, who was a year younger, asked me if I had peed my pants, and I said yes, but please don't tell mom. I don't think she did, and I hid my wet clothes in the laundry. It wasn't sexual, I probably didn't even understand what sex was at the time. I just did it because it felt good. Around the same time, almost every time I went to the bathroom I would sit on the toilet and pee through my panties. Then I would hide them in the laundry, or somewhere else. I would sometimes go back and re-wet them multiple times in a day if I was at home. I could hide them for a little while, but after a while they would smell pretty bad, so I got creative about wetting, drying them out, rotating with new ones, knowing when my mom did laundry so I could hide some in there without her finding them. I would also sometimes mat up toilet paper like a diaper and pee into them, but that didn't work very well. I also pooped in my panties a couple times, but, well...that was a lot more work to clean up, so it didn't happen very often. When you're 10 years old you're not left home alone, and I shared a room, so I didn't have much privacy except in the bathroom. And it was kind of a cloudy thing in my mind anyway--I didn't really understand what I was doing or why, I just did it sometimes because I liked how it felt. One other thing I remember is always delaying going to the bathroom, and holding it as long as possible. Sometimes I would squirt a little in my clothes while I was playing, but never a full accident. I got used to feeling desperate, and running to the bathroom when I finally couldn't hold it anymore. I don't know if this was connected to just not wanting to interrupt whatever I was playing at, or something to do with peeing. I really didn't understand any of it at the time. When I was maybe 11 or 12 I got my own room in the basement, while the rest of the family was on the second floor of the house. The laundry was also in the basement, so it was easier to hide things, or slip something into the wash after my mom had started a load. I remember I found a box of second hand clothes in our house, and digging through it for something I could wet, and hide without anyone knowing. I found a light blue track suit, and a super cute pair of white polka dotted cotton overalls, and stashed them in my room. I started wetting them pretty regularly. I would wait until everyone had gone to bed, put them on, and wet them in bed. Of course, I would also wet the bed that way, so I had to be careful. But sometimes the excitement would get the better of me and I would totally flood everything--my clothes, the bed, my sheets would all be wet, and I would even roll around in my wet bed until I was completely soaked. Of course, then I would have to sleep in a wet bed, but I still did it. By that age, I was showering every morning anyway, so I could get cleaned up then. I have so many memories of lying in bed, wearing my cute wetting clothes, reading a book or something, and slowly wetting myself. It would feel so warm, laying there in my wet bed. This is when i discovered the sexual side of it, and my first ever orgasm was wearing peed-in clothes. Side note: years later when I moved out, the mattress was totally wrecked. You could see all the stain marks on it. The basement always smelled a bit musty anyway, so if anyone noticed they didn't say anything, but it was a bit embarrassing getting rid of that mattress. Probably around that same time, there was a week in the summer where my mom and other siblings were gone all morning for a week. I don't remember exactly what for, maybe some summer kids program at the library, or swimming lessons? Anyway, this was one of my first opportunities to be home alone for long enough to play with wetting, and then clean up and do laundry before anyone came home. I spent that week peeing in anything I could find--pants, shorts, dresses, bathing suits. I discovered I loved wetting overalls and rompers and things like that, and I still do. Standing up, sitting down, laying down, upside-down...it was really a week of experimentation. I also found some diapers (my mom used cloth diapers), and tried them, but I never really figured out how to fold and tie them right. But there was some plastic pants in a closet, and I played around with them too. I continued to do this all through high school, and I never got caught. With experience, I got better at cleaning up, and obviously as I got older I was home alone more often, and I still had my basement bedroom. But it was still this weird unspoken, unknown thing that I didn't understand, and I had no idea that anyone else would do this as well. It wasn't until I was maybe 15 or 16 that I got internet in my room (my parents were pretty strict about internet usage, and filters, etc), and one night I stumbled across some websites of people who were into wetting, desperation, ABDL, etc. All of a sudden a whole new world opened up to me, and I realized I wasn't the only one who was like this. There was all kinds of stuff, and different ideas too. I wouldn't even say it was porn for me at that point, it was almost like research--new ideas I I could try, stories from other people, pictures and videos. I mean, I'm not a lesbian, but I can appreciate a video of a woman desperate to pee, or wearing ABDL clothes, not because they're turning me on, but because I want to BE that person in the video. This story is getting pretty long, so maybe I'll stop there and write up something else about my experiences after high school. My adventures in buying diapers could fill a whole story in itself. Buying real ABDL clothes. Pee desperation was also something I discovered later. I'm into a lot of different parts of this fetish. Stay tuned

Chapter 1 (Thanks to @DerivativeWings for proofreading) “Senator, we would like further comment on the recently approved Booze Fiesta program!” One of the interviewers closest to the Senator exclaimed, eclipsing many others who weren’t as lucky to get the latest scoop on the new government program. Not looking at the lucky interviewer, but instead at the cameras, as if she could see the thousands of eyes currently on her, Senator Isabel Luna replied firmly. “Our country’s alcohol market has always been a stronghold of our economy, having made up to 4% of our total revenue on prior decades. But there has been a steady decline on its consumption over the past few years. Through tax breaks, awareness, and the use of cutting-edge technology, we hope to bring our numbers up, develop the alcohol industry, and the country along with it.” She walked away, white heels clacking, past the crowd of interviewers bombarding her with questions regarding her program promoting alcoholism and the strain on elderly care that this could put on the health care system. They could not see the bigger picture anyways. A cutthroat prodigy with a blossoming politics career, she was making a gamble and was not going to be interrupted. She then got into a black Lexus that was waiting for her. “Take me home, will you?” “As you wish, Senator.” A driver, who might as well be nameless to the cold aristocrat behind him, said. Inside, while fixing her make-up, she saw the 37-year-old wavy haired brunette prodigy responsible for a new gilded age on her pocket mirror, the golden child of democracy, sharp green eyes piercing the souls of any who dared question her competence. She was going to conquer this world, and no one could stop her. As the black Lexus drove away from the crowd of journalists, another woman was looking at her own car. She had a slim frame, shoulder length blue hair, big blue eyes, a red shirt, and a black jacket with matching tight pants. The blue haired woman was staring downwards at a beige Toyota that, in contrast to the Senator’s Lexus, had seen better days. “Someone pissed on the tire again…” This was the third time this week that Irene Andalucía found her car, a joint-venture between her and her photographer, assaulted by the contents of an overflowing bladder. Senator Isabel’s press conference had been ironically positioned three blocks away from a very popular bar, business booming from the recent policy. But most of the press did not discuss what to her seemed like an obvious consequence. Public restrooms were already somewhat scarce to anyone who wasn’t a customer, and many were in a pitiful state. Not enough to be considered a public health emergency, but enough to where one would think twice about going to the restrooms. It wasn’t uncommon for a woman to rush to the toilet as soon as she got home from work, a date, shopping, from living a healthy life in general. Slightly inconvenient, but on the grand scheme of things, inoffensive. But the Booze Fiesta program meant that the average woman would be pumping herself of what was essentially a diuretic far more than usual on a city that lacked the infrastructure to accommodate for that, and the streets were already facing the consequences. Past midnight, it would not be infrequent to see women searching for somewhere private: a bush, an alley or in this case, the side of a car. After having clashed with eternal bathroom lines and rejection from local businesses that already had someone making good use of their plumbing, tons of women had no other choice. Irene, being a sturdy drinker herself, had also been the one power washing the pavement on occasion, so she couldn’t feel but feel some empathy. But empathy can start to run dry when the tires of your car get wet thanks to some greedy bimbo playing around with your city’s budget. She did not think things had to be like this, this was something that modern society should have already been under control. The government was supposed to be for the good of the nation, therefore it shouldn’t be too much to ask for public restrooms that would not be revolting or useless to half of the population. But politicians clearly didn’t care. Inside the car was a woman reclined on the seat, curly black hair falling over her black shirt, wearing a plaided red and black skirt, long legs clad with fishnet tights and crimson leather boots on the car board, playing around on her phone. “Hey Alex, someone pissed on the car tire” “Yeah, a girl came, I thought she was just going to tie her shoelaces. Next thing I know she got the whole thing soaked” “You should really clean this car...” “Eh, nothing good ol’ road dirt won’t fix. Car wash weekend’s almost there anyways.” “Whatever you say…” Irene then got inside of the car, reclining her seat, resting from the hectic wilderness of the press conference. “You got any good ones?” “Barely, place was packed. Here’s the best I could get.” Alex then showed the screen of the camera to Irene, scrolling through the three photos she took. “Two of these are just some random guy’s back” “Yeah, they were almost good shots, but there’s always some asshole shoving themselves into the frame. Last one’s decent enough.” The photo currently on the screen was one of the crowd of journalists listening to Senator Isabel on the podium, her beige shirt, along with the white blazer and skirt combo almost made it seem as if she was emitting light herself. “Ooh this one’s nice!” “It better be, I almost got my arm crushed for that one.” Alex exclaimed, an odd pride coming through her voice. Irene then reclined her seat, exhaling deeply. “So, anything spicy? Couldn’t hear the interviews with all the noise going on.” “Nope, the big channel guys were all over her. No way around them.” “Those assholes. Who even watches that shit anyways? So many resources for something that is only watched by dying old geezers.” “Old money’s hard to match, I guess.” Irene said, looking distraught. “Hey, cheer up! I got these!” She then took a can of beer and coffee out of her purse, holding it up for Irene to see. “Not a scoop but a sip! The coffee’s for me. Don’t drink and drive, y’know. Drink up!” “Thanks…” Irene stared deeply at the beer can on her hand. “Hey, all good?” “Did you know that in India 23% of girls drop out of school due to it not having any toilets?” “Ah?” “This shit’s serious, women should be able to pee in peace instead of catching whatever biological weapon might be brewing on public toilets or having some creep ogling her half naked.” Irene exclaimed, with a subtle, yet deep rooted anger. “Oh right, public urination epidemic.” “The whole Booze Fiesta nonsense isn’t making things any better either. They clearly don’t care about fixing things.” “Hey, at least the account’s doing well. You can thank yours truly, media master Alex Merelo whenever you wish!” Alex said, bringing a hand up to her chest. “Still can’t believe the Ministry of Equality rejected the campaign. I mean, one’d think advocating for women to have proper access to toilets would fall in their area, right?” “They’re all equally pigs, I tell you. The campaign account’s starting to get clout anyways.” “Getting blocked by fascists online isn’t clout, Alex.” Irene then opened the beer, gulping away at it. “I shouldn’t have to play Russian Roulette with my bladder every time I want to leave my house y’know.” Alex fidgeted slightly on her seat. “Speaking of, coffee’s kinda knocking on the door right now...had to stay awake somehow.” “Yeah, same, I had a lot waiting for that bitch to show up. My apartment’s close, let’s go. See, if this city was halfway decent, I wouldn’t have to go all the way home just to be sure I’m not going to be pissing outdoors.” “Almost there, almost there…” Both women heard those words and some jostling coming from outside the car. *psh pshhh HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* “F-fuck yesssssssssss…” A strained voice moaned, being drowned by the sounds of liquid hitting the ground. “You hear that?” Irene and Alex leaned over the car window, finding a well-endowed blonde in a short white party dress squatting next to the door, lacy lavender panties with slightly frilled edges pulled down to her thighs and a relentless stream coming from between her legs. Her face seemed absent of any worry, only bliss coming through it. “Four times! Four times, goddamnit!” “Ah!” The straight-haired blonde jolted at the woman below her, putting her scarce balance at risk. “D-don’t you dare piss on the car paint!” Alex howled, “I’m so, so sorry, I couldn’t find a toilet and I just couldn’t take it anymore!” The blonde exclaimed, stream still going full force. “Oh god, it won’t stop-” “…Wait, have I seen you somewhere before?” “…No, you haven’t” She said, her face suddenly pale now. Irene then took a closer look at the woman in front of her, being struck with a sudden realization. “Hey, you’re Gigi Gali!” “No, I’m not!” Gigi exclaimed, hands covering her face. Alex then popped up, phone in hand. “Oh shit, as in, the fashion influencer?!” “That’d explain the fancy earrings and watch...” “Woah, we got big leagues in here! Hey, can I have your autograph? Not selling it, I swear.” “What are you s--?! F-Fine, fine, whatever. But at least let me get proper first…” Gigi said, stream still going. As Alex was caught up in the societal whirlwind of celebrity worship, Irene Andalucía felt her blood boiling civically at the sight of the overflowing woman before her eyes, having just had a realization of the golden opportunity that she had just run into. “Name’s Irene Andalucía, social rights journalist. Are you interested in an interview?”

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