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  1. I don't know what happened? Did op lose his account? or did this site remove the story itself? It was called "the hall monitor" here is the link to the og story https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/46771-the-hall-monitor/?tab=comments#comment-1547767
  2. Fiction Story - A Wet Pajama Day Everyone knew John liked to wet himself. Throughout the school year, ti was almost certain that at least once a week, he could be caught letting little spurts of pee into his pants, if not outright peeing himself once in a while. So it went, although his best friend Justin never joined in. Justin only ceded once, spurting into his underwear during recess at the insistence of John. He never repeated the act and John never asked, although Justin would never admit how good it had felt. So came pajama day, and in walked John in a pair of rocket ship-themed footed pajamas. He hung up his coat and shucked off his shoes before heading to class. "Hi John, gonna wet your jammies today?" Crissy asked as he settled down at his desk. Most of the other students knew of but didn't care about his wetting, as long as he didn't make a mess. "Maybe," he replied, turning to see Justin sitting a few rows ahead, wearing a blue and grey sleeper, the white soles slightly dirty from having skipped wearing shoes altogether, John knew. Justin saw John and waved. If only he knew my plan, John thought. After lunch, John padded over to Justin and asked him to follow, heading to a single person bathroom, John locked the door. "What did you want to talk to me about in private?" Justin asked, fingering the zipper of his sleeper idly. "I want you to pee yourself.' John said simply. Justin was taken aback, "No.'I can't," he said, although with little conviction. That time he had done it was one of his most cherished memories. "Come on. I know how much you liked it last time. You can't hide that from me. It was written all over your face. I'm doing you a favor." “I don’t know” “Come on, its great. You'll love it and regret ever having refused," he grabbed Justin's leg and pulled it towards him, the non skid sole gripping the floor, causing Justin to stumble, and with that, he straddled Justin's leg and began to pee, a look of pure ecstasy crossing his face as he peed in his rocket-ship footie pajamas, the pee running down his legs, onto the bathroom floor and onto Justin's leg, soaking his blue and gray sleeper in warm liquid. “No…nnnnn…”hiding it…nnnnow” John gasped, still soaking his sleeper with a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Justin felt his friend’s pee soak his own sleeper, cascading over his leg and onto the floor, where it formed a puddle around their feet, soaking their sleepers’ feet as well. He might as well now, he thought gleefully. Justin started to pee, gasping in pleasure as the warm liquid wet his underwear and proceeded to soak his jammies even further, flowing onto the floor with a loud hissing sound. “Aaaahhhhh” he moaned as the warm wetness spread throughout his pajamas, running down his legs and making a pattering sound as it ran over his pajamas’ feet, before leaking onto the tile floor and mingling into the large puddle of pee they were both now standing in. "Oh wow, Oh wow," Justin repeated as his stream subsided. He ran his hand over his soaking crotch, luxuriating in the warm wetness. He looked down at himself, his pjs soaked and his feet standing in a large puddle of pee. "That was great." 'See, told you," John said, splashing over and clapping Justin on the shoulder with a pee-soaked hand. 'What do we do now," Justin asked, only half caring. "We go back to class. You know how I do it." They squelched back to class, leaving pee-footprints in their wake. They reached their classroom and headed in. All heads turned to to them and their dripping pjs. Several students cheered or called out bet res7ults as they padded back to their desks. "Good going, John," Crissy said. John could swear he heard a spurting sound coming from her seat. "What was that sound?" he asked. "Ohh, nothing," she said, bunching her nightdress around her crotch. John thoroughly enjoyed his day in his soaked sleeper, periodically adding to the wet warmth throughout the day, but he knew that Justin had enjoyed it a whole lot more.
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    Update: EnragedFilia has uploaded a translated version of this game, so you might want to download that version to same some hassle. A new teacher is excited to be starting her new job teaching at an all girls school. The school is famous for it's beautiful waterfall, which turns naturally yellow in autumn. Only upon arriving does she learn that the waterfall has a diuretic effect on the school's teachers and students, and is especially powerfull on those who have not yet been accustomed to it. Play through different story arcs of her first day teaching. See if she can make it through the day without wetting herself. The original game file is in Japanese, so you will probably need a translator (such as chiitrans) to play it. Requirements: -RPG Maker VX RTP -Japanese System Locale -translator (chiitrans) I didn't create this game, but you can read it's wiki page here.
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  4. Been rummaging through some old documents and a couple of math papers came out, along with unpleasant memories. Took math, failed, took it again, failed again. So, what are your least favourite subjects at school/college? Mine is definitely math and natural sciences in general lol. (I hope I'm not repeating someone else's post, btw)
  5. Meet Elgen Keser, an 18 year old high schooler of Turkish descent in a school in suburban Texas. As a small and not-really-popular student, her schoolday is typical: survive teachers, survive lunch, and survive bullies. She also has a unique embarassing quirk that requires her to visit the toilet every two classes, and she's been quite careful to keep it a secret. Unfortunately, recently, rumors spread and her bullies found out, who aim for some fun. Who are these bullies?: A) the classic, some popular preppy girls. B) some leaner, stronger, and meaner sports girls C) snobbishly rich girls D) tradition was breached as her bullies are jock boys? E) nerdy male reddit-using gamers How do teachers react to bullies? A) Teachers watch out for bullies and punish them when caught. B) Teachers don't really care C) Teachers are Darwinian What is Elgen's weakness (besides a tiny bladder)? A) Occasional involuntary farting B) Easily tuggable trousers C) Pees when scared
  6. is there a full version of this video? where is it from? i am willing to pay for it bc i wanna see the release.
  7. Carol's Wetting Chronicles Part 1- The Disaster at School Carol woke up, pushing away her blanket, and looking at her alarm clock. MONDAY 8:30 AM, it said. "Oh shit" She said as she jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. The school bus for her high school left at 9, so she had just 15 minutes to have a bath, eat her breakfast, dress up, and run to the bus stop "Well I was wondering when you'd get down here" Her mom said as Carol quickly took a seat at the dining table. Her dad shrugged as he continued reading his newspaper as usual. "Mom you shoulda woken me up! I don't have time for this" She wailed as she gulped down her cereal in seconds. As she finished her bowl and ran back up the stairs she glanced at the clock again- "Shit it's already 8:40!". She knew if she wanted to get to the bus on time she couldn't afford to use the restroom. This was concerning however, since she did feel a considerable urge to pee. "Agh I'll use the restroom at school" she consoled herself and she slipped on her light blue jeans and her white t-shirt onto her slim but fit body. She grabbed her backpack and ran down the stairs. "Bye mom! Bye dad!" she called out as she ran out the door, as she faintly heard her mom cry back to her with a "Have a great day, sweetheart!" The school bus being delayed by traffic certainly didn't help. Not using the restroom in the morning was just a mild inconvenience, but her breakfast seemed to have increased the pressure in her bladder. She still wasn't nearing desperation, but it was becoming more and more urgent as time went by. By the time she reached school, she was already a couple minutes late for her first class of the day. "Well I guess I'll have to wait a bit longer to use the restroom" she consoled herself again as she entered her history classroom. It was an interesting class, but Carol found it hard to concentrate with her need to pee constantly nagging at her. Fortunately, the class ended before she knew it and she rushed to the restroom to use it. But to her horror, she found that all the stalls were already occupied. "Shit" she cursed, now she was really starting to get desperate. She waited for a couple more minutes but it was no use- just as a stall cleared, the bell rang again and she had to go for her next class. T This time though, the class was algebra- which Carol found repulsively boring. Unfortunately this meant there was nothing distracting her from her desperate feeling to pee. "It's fine, just 40 more minutes" She consoled herself yet again, getting less confident each time she said it. 20 minutes in, she felt like bursting. "Hey Carol," She heard her friend Sarah calling from behind. "Yeah? "What's the answer you got for the 4th question?" "41" She said looking at her notebook "Thanks!" Sarah responded But just as she took her mind off her bladder for a second, she felt a small spurt of pee gush into her panties. "Ahh" she moaning as she grabbed her crotch and pulled her thighs together. "Uhh Carol you have to pee?" Sarah whispered again from the back "Agh dammit is it that obvious?" Carol replied "Eh, kinda." "Well I haven't been able to pee since last night." "You didn't use the restrooms at school?' "Nah, they were full" she winced "Damn that's hard luck" Sarah replied with a giggle 10 minutes later, she could barely keep the pee in. She clenched her crotch harder and brought her thighs closer together. She wanted to unbutton her jeans to relieve a bit of the pressure, but she was afraid of Mr. Klein passing by her desk and noticing. Her bladder was throbbing and begged to be released. At times she even thought of just letting it go and feeling the relief, but the shame of a high schooler wetting herself in class kept her from doing that. "Oh my god oh my god" She said as she felt the pee in her bladder surge forward. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it..." "C'mon Carol it's just 5 more minutes" Sarah encouraged her Just then she felt another spurt of pee dampen her panties, trickling for a whole second before she could stop it "Oh shit I'm leaking" she said as her face turned red. She couldn't see any wet spot on her jeans, but her panties were soaking. She now regretted picking light blue jeans in the morning- if she leaked more, it'd be completely visible. She pushed down on her crotch has hard as she could, barely listening to what Mr. Klein was teaching. The only thoughts in her mind right now were making it to the restroom before she had an accident. She risked a glance at her watch. "Just a couple more minutes..." Another spurt of warm liquid escaped her, and this time, created an obvious wet spot around her crotch. Just then the bell rang. Even before Mr. Klein left, she ran out of the classroom, and Sarah was right behind her. Thankfully, this time there was a stall available. But as she rushed into the restroom, she made the mistake of relaxing, and another spurt of pee flowed into her panties. "Ah shit" she said as she reached down to unbutton her jeans, but her button was jammed. "Shit shit shit" "What happened?" She heard Sarah ask from behind the door "My freaking button's stuck!" she cried as she felt another spurt of pee leave her bladder and enter her panties, running down to her thighs and creating another obvious wet spot. "Oh god no no no" Carol said as she tried holding in her pee a bit longer, struggling to unbutton her jeans. But it was all in vain "Ahhh" she moaned as pee gushed out and into her light-blue coloured jeans. First she felt the pee rising up the butt of her jeans, then down her legs and into her socks and shoes. "Shit" she cried as another torrent of pee came out and completely drenched her jeans. She couldn't stop the stream as it continued to run down her pants for at least another minute. First she was hit by a wave of relief as her bladder finally emptied itself. But then the embarrassment came back to her. By the time she finished, her jeans were completely wet- now more navy than light blue. "Oh my god Sarah I just pissed myself" "Oh my-" "I'm 18 years old and I just PISSED myself" "Carol...it wasn't your fault" Carol grunted angrily. She couldn't come out like this- it'd be obvious she wet her jeans. "Sarah can you get me my gym shorts?" "Uhh sure- good idea" Sarah replied. Carol looked down at the mess she made. The whole stall was filled with pee. She pulled down her soaked jeans and placed them on the toilet. Her panties were drenched with pee too, but she didn't have spare underwear. They'd have to do. She rinsed her jeans in an effort to remove the smell, and wore her gyms shorts which Sarah promptly got her. "Does it smell?" Carol asked her, concerned" "Nah it's all good- wouldn't be able to notice a thing!" Sarah smiled comfortingly The rest of the day was uneventful- as Sarah said, no one really noticed anything off with Carol's appearance or smell. When reached home, she told her parents she'd spiled some orange juice on her jeans and that's why she'd changed to her gym shorts, and to Carol's delight, they believed her. Before she walked up to her room, she took out her jeans from her backpack and threw them into the washing machine. Once she did reach her room, she took out her phone and called Sarah. "Did your parents buy the story?" was the first thing Carol said. "They ate it up!" She responded "Ah, good. I was getting worried" Sarah replied "Nope, it's all fine now," Carol sighed as she sat on her bed "On an unrelated note- you feel like hitting the movies tomorrow?" "Well I have a geography test on Wednesday, so I gotta study for that first- but I guess I'd be free at like 6 or 7" "Great! I'll book the tickets!" Carol replied. Finally something to look forward to after the disaster at school today. But unbeknownst to her, her wetting chronicles were just beginning...
  8. Some may have seen my previous posts about girls bathrooms lines at school, and some may not have seen them. Above is a poll with 3 questions about girls bathroom in school (passing time between classes, number of toilets in girls bathroom, and number of girls ahead of you in line), and you are welcome to answer those if you want. Although boys bathrooms may have lines from time to time, I believe that girls bathrooms have lines way more often. Important note: Just so you know, your usernames will be shown in public so I can compare responses to the questions, so I can see the various choice options (for example, maybe one person may have said 5 minutes between classes with 3 toilets, and 6 girls ahead of her in line). Beyond the poll, I hope this thread serves as an interesting "discussion" topic. General assumptions: 1) Don't worry about covid restrictions, because this is assuming a "normal" world. 2) Your classroom periods are approximately 50 minutes long, with around 4 or 5 minutes between classes (and probably 3 or 4 stalls in each girls bathroom, but this can vary). 3) It will almost certainly take each girl a minimum of one minute to use the stall. For simplicity, we'll assume that all girls are peeing only (no pooping). They are "expected" to wash their hands after peeing, but it's not necessarily a "requirement". 3) You are in a middle or high school setting where the general rules are that you can't be late to class and you can't use the bathroom during class. To make sure these rules are enforced, your school has a bell system that signals the start and ends of classes. If you are late, or have to use the bathroom during class, the consequences could range from a "warning" to not let that happen again, detention (before school, after school, or at lunch), Saturday school (or Saturday detention), in-school suspension, or out of school suspension, with the consequences progressively getting more severe the more times you are late. Let's assume you are allowed one unexcused tardy per class per semester without detention or worse punishment, and have one "emergency" restroom pass per class per semester which you can use before class or during class without being marked "late", but you only get to use it once per class per semester. After that, any time you are late or have to use the restroom during class, it is to be counted as an unexcused tardy. (Note: It may be possible that you get a "late pass" to class if the bathroom line is too long because one or more toilets is not functional, but we'll assume that's not the case. It also may be possible to be given an "exemption" to the "one emergency per semester" rule if you have a doctor's note on file (which indicates that you need to use the bathroom frequently and shouldn't be denied if you have an emergency during class time), but we'll assume that's not the case here). 4) In general, all the bathrooms in your school are unlocked and can be used before school, after school, between classes, and at lunch. But it may be possible that one or more toilets are non-functional for one reason or another. So here are a few questions to get this topic going somewhere. (The answers can be real or fictional. If it happened in real life more than once, try to give answers to your "worst case scenario"). 1) Answer the poll questions up above, which ask the following: a) time between classes b) toilets in bathroom c) girls ahead of you in line (can also answer them in a reply if you want) 2) a) Have you ever encountered a situation in your school when you were about to pee your pants and tried to get to a bathroom between classes, but the line was too long (based on the answers to the poll)? b) If so, how desperate were you to pee (on a scale of 0 to 10), and how close do you think you were to peeing your pants at the time (such maybe only 5 minutes away from peeing your pants for example)? c) How did you deal with it? (Meaning, did you wait in line even though you would be late, or did you go to class and try to ask for a pass, pee your pants, or some other option). 3) a) What grade are/were you in at the time of the "incident" in question #2. b) What was the grade range of that school? 4) Were any of the toilets in this bathroom "non-functional" for one reason or another? If so, how many? 5) What is/was the consequence for you if you were late or had to use the bathroom during class? 6) Is there any other information you would like to share (or make up) about the scenario? This is probably a good starting point, as I don't want the post to run too long (this first post was long because I had to explain the scenario), so I'll stop here and wait for some responses before going on. Later, I may choose one of the scenarios and get into it in more detail, but this is just a general starting point.
  9. I thought that this time, I’d post an experience I had from a while ago, from back when I was a junior or senior in high school. One Friday, two friends and I decided to go out right after school. One of my friends, we’ll call him Brian, drove both of us, myself and another friend we’ll call Kevin. Kevin and I both left our cars in the school parking lot. It was maybe a twenty-minute drive, and we went to the mall first, looking in different stores for a bit and stopping off at the food court for a drink. Next we walked across a street or two to Best Buy. I definitely remember Best Buy – I remember Kevin keeping his hand in his pocket quite a bit, and I thought he was pinching himself through his pocket. Kevin was that one friend in the group that seemed to need to pee more often than everyone else in our friend group, and that’s where my mind went when I saw him wiggling his leg with his hand in his pocket. We’d been hanging out since school was out, and since I’d had my last hour with him, I knew he went right with us to the car and didn’t visit the restroom first. We typically didn’t have enough time for bathroom breaks between classes, either. By this point in the afternoon, that probably meant five or six hours without a bathroom for him. I was into omo even back in high school, and the idea of Kevin having to pee got me pretty excited. The downside was that I’d also been without a bathroom for about five or six hours. I wasn’t open with my friends about being into omo, obviously, and I was worried that they’d pick up that I was into it if I got too desperate or enjoyed Kevin’s show too much. But more than I was afraid, I was just as excited to watch Kevin! He was wearing slim khaki shorts, which I knew would show anything very easily. Unfortunately, so would my light blue colored khaki shorts. (If anyone is interested, I know Kevin wore briefs, and so did I – light blue ones like my shorts, made of a thin, stretchy material.) As we were about to leave the electronics store, I saw Kevin walking with a fist in his pocket. I imagined he was probably holding himself, at least a little. I wasn’t quite as badly off, but I wasn’t comfortable either, and I was getting a bit nervous about it. I had a choice: I could go to the bathroom, and likely have Kevin go to the bathroom with me, or we could both hold it. Of course, I wasn’t thinking with my head, so I decided to not remind Kevin that the store had restrooms and hold it. I’d never seen anyone desperate in real life at this point, and I thought Kevin was fairly attractive, so I was enjoying myself way too much to ruin the fun. We walked back across a street and a few vacant lots and to the parking lot where we’d left Brian’s car. Kevin had his hands in his pocket pretty much the whole time, and I think I saw him playing with himself a bit. I guess it could have been the weather too, it was a tiny bit chilly, but that’s not where my mind was. It had been long enough since we got drinks in the mall that I was feeling mine, and I knew Kevin must be too. Once we got to his car, Brian put whatever he’d bought in the front seat, and Kevin and I got in the back. I had to go badly enough by then that I’m sure I winced sitting down, and I noticed Kevin did too. He wiggled his legs, stuck his hand in his pocket and sucked air through his teeth. I was jiggling my own leg and looked over at Kevin. I quietly mouthed, “You too?” He laughed breathily, “Yeah! Shh!” and looked up front at Brian. Kevin didn’t want him to know he had to pee. He didn’t seem to care that I knew, though – we kind of sized each other up, to see how badly the other had to go. We looked each other in the eye for a little bit and grinned. Just to try to make Kevin feel better and get the most out of the moment, I squeezed myself through the pocket in a way that made sure he could see me doing it and bounced my leg a bit – it was also good cover for the fact that I was very hard by now. My bladder was definitely hard too, but I didn’t have to go *that* bad yet. From what I could tell though, Kevin did. He broke off our eye contact, and he noticed at my leg and grinned pretty widely. So did I, and we both giggled to each other. “What’s so funny?” Brian laughed from the front seat. Kevin came up with some quip about whatever Brian had bought or something, I don’t remember, but we all started talking for part of of the drive. It seemed like Brian wouldn’t figure out what was going on … until he hit the brakes a little too hard at one light, and Kevin let out a grunt of pain. “What? What’s wrong?” Brian turned around and gave Kevin one look before figuring it out and laughing. “You have to pee?!” he said, still laughing. “N-no!” Kevin denied, clearly lying. “We were *just* at the mall!” Brian was still laughing. “[Shinobi] needs to piss too!” he said, looking at me, and now he was laughing a little. I gave him a punch in the side, near the stomach, and he yelped a bit. “God dammit!” Brian burst out into laughter even harder. “What is wrong with you two?! You’d better not get my seats wet!” “Shut up,” we told him both at once, laughing a little even though it hurt. “Y’know what?” Brian said, pretending to be mad. Kevin and I looked at each other for a moment, waiting for Brian to finish his sentence. “Just for that –” Brian braked for the next light, way harder than he needed to. We both yelped out in pain, and Brian burst out into laughter (he was the kind of guy that was always laughing, and had a huge, loud laugh). I punched the back of Brian’s seat, but other than that, we were all quiet for a moment. “There’s a gas station,” Kevin broke the silence. “Can you pull in there?” My heart sank a bit at the idea both of us getting relief. “You had a chance to go back at the mall!” Brian said. “I’m not pulling over!” I was secretly relieved, in a different way. We kept driving, Kevin and I all but openly staring at each other now, pretty much constantly trading smirks and glances. We were getting close to our high school parking lot now, and I was getting desperate enough that part of me was actually glad for it. I know Kevin was in pain by then, because he was constantly fanning his legs now, and openly grabbing himself through the pocket of his shorts. Finally Brian got close to our school. We knew it was too late to get into the parking lot (our school had put some gates at the parking lot entrance that wouldn’t let us in at this hour, only let cars out – it was probably 6 or 7 by now and starting to get dark). Instead, he pulled into a small convenience store across the street from our school which, lucky for me (and unlucky for Kevin) wasn’t open anymore. We got out of the car and talked for a while about high school and such (I don’t really remember what). I do remember Kevin with both hands in the pockets of his shorts, constantly shifting his weight back and forth from foot to foot, lifting his feet in the air like he was kicking himself from behind. I kept a hand in one pocket and shifted back and forth too, partly because I had to pee, but mostly because I was incredibly hard by now and didn’t want them to know! The three of us stood there talking, Kevin and I grabbing ourselves through our pockets, shifting back and forth, talking with Brian. I guess Brian had enough of it, because he finally just started laughing at us and said "Why don't you two just go over there?" and pointed at a wall. We looked at the spot and shifted some more as my heart sank. "They've got cameras all over the place here, I don't want to get caught pissing at school," Kevin said, and bounced at the waist in a way that told me he'd had a pressure surge. My heart started beating even faster, knowing Kevin and I would keep holding. "You two are fucking weird," Brian laughed and waved his hand at us, "I'm leaving." He opened his car door and got inside. "See ya," Kevin and I said, and then it was just us. "Aww shit," Kevin said right as Brian drove away. "What?" I asked. "Our cars are on the other side of the school." I laughed, "You gonna make it?" "Yeah," Kevin said, obviously not completely sure. "Okay," I laughed, hand still in my pocket. "What about you?" he asked, looking at my crotch. My bladder felt rock solid by then, and honestly I was a little nervous about making it home anymore, but honestly, the hand in my pocket was more to hide my hard on than to help my bladder. I thought I’d be fine, but I wanted Kevin to feel like it was okay to admit how badly he had to go. So, I grabbed myself a bit and said "God, I dunno" and laughed weakly. "Oh, shit," he laughed. "Let's go then," and he started walking towards our cars. I followed at his side. "Gah," he exclaimed, and did a kind of dance and bent at the knees. "I know," I said laughing, "I dunno if I've ever had to go this bad before." At that point in my life, I’m sure that was true. At least, I'd definitely never had to go so badly in front of a friend, or probably anyone. "Me neither," he admitted, "I feel like I'm gonna pop," he took one hand out of his pants and made an exploding gesture, his other hand clearly working his dick through his pocket. "Don't get any on me!" I laughed, and pretended to work myself through my pocket too - I remember thinking it was too dangerous to actually touch myself at the time, I was just too close to wetting my pants (in more than one way, I guess!). Kevin laughed and groaned a bit, clearly still in pain, and moved the hand not in his pocket onto his stomach, rubbing it a bit. "How're you gonna get home?" I asked him, knowing he lived maybe another 20 minutes away from school. "Oh, God," he moaned, "I dunno." "I live closer if you want me to take you by?" I asked, really just not wanting this to end. "I dunno," he said, in a way that probably meant 'no.' We stayed quiet for a few steps, until he bent over and said "Aww, fuck..." That got my heart pounding even harder - Kevin was not a guy that swore often, so I knew it had to be bad for him now. "You okay?" I asked him. "Dude, I... I really want to piss, but I don't want to get caught," he said, talking about the cameras again. "Then get going," I egged him on, "we're almost halfway there." We had to walk past two buildings to our parking spots, and we were almost past the first one. We walked on for a bit, until my bladder decided to contract a bit, and without really thinking about it I decided to hold us up for a little while. “Ohhh, oww,” I moaned. “See?” Kevin shoved my side a bit, “It’s not so easy to walk when you’re about to piss everywhere.” The way he stressed the word ‘piss’ did not help at all. “Shut up,” I laughed. I was overreacting, sure, but I was genuinely in pain. Kevin laughed, and I got myself under control again and we kept walking. We joked for a bit as we kept walking, a little more slowly and carefully than before, I noticed, which I didn’t mind since it felt like I had a balloon inflated in my stomach, and I was actually hard enough that walking was making my briefs and shorts kind of rub my dick, which didn’t help hide the fact that I was hard. Honestly, my balls were hurting as badly as my bladder at this point, and felt like they were just as full. I kept my dick off to the side and my hand in that pocket so that Kevin wouldn’t see it, hopefully. He hadn’t mentioned anything yet, so I thought it must be working to hide it from him. “Oh, thank God, there’s my car,” I said, pointing it out. “Where’s yours?” “It’s around the other side of the building,” he moaned. “Want a ride?” I offered (for completely selfless reasons, I promise!). “Nah,” Kevin dismissed, “It’s not that far.” I kind of got mixed hot and cold signals from Kevin, if you know what I mean, and couldn’t tell if it was okay to press the subject of how bad we had to pee. Once we got closer to my car though, he swore and jiggled a bit again, so I figured it was okay to tease each other more. “What’s wrong?” I asked again, teasing, “Gotta piss?” I shoved him with one hand while the other was in my pocket, and he ended up turning around so that we were facing each other. “Oh!” Kevin exclaimed, in a genuinely pained way that got my heart pounding, because I knew something went wrong. He didn’t answer and just stood frozen on the spot, and I was throbbing and kept my eyes frozen on his pants. When I saw a small wet spot appear next to his hand and grow a little bit, I totally lost it. My eyes were hyper focused on his pants, and I tried to stifle a grunt, but I know I failed. “Ohhh, fuuuuuu…,” I moaned, pushed my thighs together and bent forward and at the knees, and I felt my cock throbbing. My cum wet through my underwear to my hand. There was a tiny part of my brain that knew what I was doing and felt utterly humiliated, but honestly, at that moment I kind of kicked into autopilot. It’s weird to explain, but it was as if I was watching myself do everything I was doing rather than actually doing it myself. I knew I was blushing furiously, and it only got worse as I felt a wet leg of my shorts slap against my thigh and cling tightly to it. I don’t know how long I came, but I know I came a *lot*. I felt my briefs soaked through, as thoroughly as if I had been pissing myself. Kevin was still bent over grabbing himself, but he was looking right at my pants, just like I was looking at his. I made a noise, a groan I guess. I looked down, and I was soaked, with probably a dinner plate sized patch centered at the bottom of my fly, which was all painfully obvious on the baby blue colored khaki material. The legs of my shorts legs were sticking to my thighs thanks to the cum. “I, uhh … guess I had to piss too,” I heard myself saying, my brain apparently trying to come up with a probably pointless cover story. Kevin stood up and laughed. He shoved me towards my car and started walking away towards his, still laughing. I took a few steps back to keep my balance and feeling my shorts cling to my thighs dominated my attention. I knew I was soaked. “Go home, quick then,” he called after me. I got my keys out of my bag and got into my car. As I sat down, first thing I did was look towards Kevin to see if I could see anything, but I couldn’t. I only saw him walking to his car. After a few seconds, I remembered I still actually had to piss, pretty badly too, especially now that I was getting soft. I hurriedly drove out of the school parking lot, still on auto-pilot still out of the shock of what just happened. Part of me thought I couldn’t make it home without pissing myself, and I looked around my car. I found a large soda cup and pulled off to the side of the road just before I got to the first stop sign on my way home (I lived in the country, so no one was around on the roads, really). Not totally in control of myself yet, I pulled open my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. I looked at my briefs - they were a stretchy blue material that had gone from blue to almost transparent. I may as well have pissed myself for how wet my underwear was. As I was doing looking at them, someone passed by the intersection, but they didn’t go towards me. Nervous about being seen now, I just put my package up to the cup lid without pulling down my underwear, and just let go. Feeling the pee soak over my dick and through my underwear snapped me back out of autopilot. I jerked as I came back to, and realized the cup was almost full. I tried to cut it off, but I couldn't do it in time and part of it overflowed onto my shorts, not that it really made a difference. I put myself back in my shorts and looked for what to do with the full cup. I spurted a bit out while I was looking. “Fuck,” I whispered to myself, and checked outside. No one was coming, so I opened the door and tossed the contents of the cup outside. I leaked again, and did what I was doing before, I was wet enough that it didn’t matter if my briefs got wetter. If that was even possible. I sighed in relief as I felt the pee flow over my underwear and over my skin and thought about what I was going to do to get home. I still lived with my parents, of course, and it wasn’t late enough that they’d be asleep. Lucky for me, I had a large pair of large, black basketball shorts in my car, and I could change before I got home. I finished up, did my pants back up again, and started driving home. I put them on over my wet shorts quickly as I got out of the car at home, said “hi” to my parents and blew past them, and shut the door to my room, my heart pounding again. I looked at my phone, and I’d sat on the side of the road pissing myself for long enough that Kevin would have gotten home. “Make it home okay?” I texted him. I was getting hard again just standing there, and took off the basketball shorts. “Aye, all the way home Hurt so bad though” he texted back. I reached into my pocket again and rubbed, only a few times, but it was enough to bring me off for the second time that night, not that you could tell. Afterwards, I changed, showered and fell right to sleep.
  10. This happened in my senior year of high school. I was 18 and about a month away from graduation. I had a habit of peeing before I left home, and then not going again until the lunch break. Unfortunately (or not?), I also had a long bus ride and drank coffee every morning, so I'd usually have to go pretty bad by the time the break finally happened. My first couple classes that day were fine. I was feeling an urge to pee by the end of the second one, but nothing more than normal. Then I had history. It was the last class before the break, we had a big test, and we weren't allowed to leave until we finished it. I remember getting to the classroom and thinking I didn't need to go that badly, maybe a 5 on a scale of 1 to 10. Turns out I'd misjudged how much concentrating on a test would affect my desperation. The teacher handed us all packets of paper and told us to begin. After only a few questions, I was already getting distracted by my bladder. What started as a manageable urge was quickly growing into a definite need. I shifted around a little and squeezed my thighs together, trying to stay focused on the questions. I continued on through the test, struggling to mentally balance both the test-taking and the pee holding at once. By the time I was halfway done, I was bouncing my leg and squirming in my seat. My desk was in the front row on the right side, only a few feet from the teacher's desk, and I'm sure he could see my desperation. So could anybody else in the room who bothered to pay attention, and my fidgeting was definitely causing a few glances. Minutes ticked by, and the closer I got to finishing the test, the harder I had to try to keep it in. My legs bounced rapidly and I rocked my hips back and forth, pressing my pussy against the hard plastic chair. I didn't care who saw me at this point; I was just trying not to wet my pants in class. I had to go so badly, it was a full-on emergency. The bell rang then, and I hurriedly finished scribbling down something for the final essay questions. I tossed my things in my bag, wincing at the pressure in my bladder as I stood up, and practically threw my test onto the teacher's desk as I walked quickly out of the room. The hallway was super busy, and I had to push my way through a maze of people. It was so hard to not shove my hand between my legs. I was about to lose it. The bathroom was close, but there were still so many people in the way, and the crowd wasn't moving fast enough. My desperation surged, and I felt a small jet of pee spurt into my panties. I braced myself for the flood, blushing and squeezing my muscles tight, but I miraculously managed to hang on and reach the bathroom. A few more drops leaked out as I opened the door, then a few more. By the time I'd rushed into the stall, a slow stream of pee trickled constantly from my pussy. I almost couldn't yank my jeans down fast enough, but I made it, just barely. I peed for what felt like forever. When I examined my clothes, there was a large wet spot on my panties, covering the center of the crotch. My pants were also slightly damp, but not enough to draw any attention. I dried my panties as much as possible and continued with the day. • • • • I also got really desperate and almost peed myself during another test! I'd missed class the day it was given, so I was taking a make-up exam after school a couple days later. It was just me in the middle of a small classroom, with the teacher at the front. I don't remember the subject, but the teacher was a middle aged guy, I didn't know him very well. I already had to pee pretty bad when I got there. I'm not sure why I didn't go before the test, when my last class got out; maybe I thought it would be quick and I could hang on a little longer. I did my best to focus and answer the questions, but just like the other time, trying to take the test made my desperation worse. Pretty soon I was bouncing and wiggling around at my desk, very aware of my full bladder. Eventually I was completely bursting. I knew I was about to wet my pants, so I had to sheepishly get up and ask if I could go to the bathroom, visibly squirming as I stood there. The teacher let me go, and I walked down the hall as fast as I could without attracting attention from any people still lingering around. As soon as I got into the bathroom, I grabbed myself tight and starting crossing my legs and bouncing on the spot. Luckily nobody else was there. I managed to make it and get my pants and panties down in time, but it was a very close call. Going back and finishing the test was a little embarrassing too, since I knew the teacher had seen how bad I had to pee
  11. I wondered what the problem was; I mulled over this thought in the same way I contemplated the pressure in my bladder, as if it were some distant concept instead of an actual issue I needed to worry about. Desperation, as far as I knew, was not a “normal” sensation, hence there must have been a problem since I was feeling that way. The question, then, is what the problem was. It was drizzling outside, but that should not have been a problem, as it was the last lesson on a Thursday afternoon, and after that I would be free. Psychology should not be the problem either; it was not exactly my favourite subject, yet it was a discipline I did enjoy. No, something else must be stopping me from relieving myself. I knew I should have planned better, but I was a terrible planner, as one could tell from my unintelligible notes and messy folders. It had been a humid day, no sunlight but the temperature was bringing out enough sweat from you to remind you that late spring, or early summer, was there after all. I had been keeping myself hydrated and had not bothered to use the toilet, or indeed do anything at all, the entire afternoon. My bodily functions were secondary to me these days, as my thoughts were on somewhere else, constantly, a nagging sensation no less distracting than my aching bladder at the moment. “......And if you don’t start practicing planning your essay now,” his voice came from the front of the classroom, “I guess you’re gonna pay the price when you sit the exam less than two months from now.” I recrossed my legs and shifted in my seat for the umpteenth time. Guess I’m paying the price now, I thought. It had started as a moderate need to use the toilet when class started, only to increase steadily as time crawled forward, as the pressure gradually built up to a level that was enough to distract me from what he was saying - the last thing I wanted. Letting out a little sigh I made an almost physical effort to pay attention to the lesson. I hated the fact that I was desperate in his lesson; I resented it, in fact. Not that I had always been the kind of no-nonsense diligent student who work their ass off; one simple fact was that I had not done my Psychology homework yesterday, and he had already told me off earlier in the lesson when he was walking around the classroom checking our work. I glanced at his figure again, and bit my lip hard. He would not be here for long. We all knew. We all knew after the news leaked that he, one of the most popular teachers at our school, would be moving on to pastures new after the school year was over. Well, the school year was not far from over, and here I was, letting a lesson of his slip into the dark unfathomed realm of desperation. That stupid mind of mine was still trying to work out what the problem was, though. A drop of sweat fell onto my Psychology textbook and I realised that my forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat; I was definitely at a stage where I would have asked to use the toilet had it been any other teacher’s lesson. I did not, though, and I wondered why. Although I enjoyed Psychology it was not exactly my favourite subject, and although I admired and appreciated him a lot, I did not have what people call a “crush” on him (as I did on another teacher; that was another story though). Something was stopping me from raising my hand, and god knows what the heck it was. He made a funny comment on something, and the class roared with laughter. I managed to use their mirth as a form of protective fog I was able to retreat into and regurgitate on memories, memories that seemed to flood my mind as urine flooded my bladder. I once sat beside him, early in the morning, on the bench next to the pond in the schoolyard, squirming uncomfortably for completely different reasons. He was one of the few people at school that found out my mental health issues, and decided to take the time that morning to talk about it with me and tell me that he had seen my potential. It took me by surprise. Utterly. I sat in his classroom three times a week and never really greeted him when I met him on the corridors, and had never expected him to pay attention to such an average, even slightly below average, student. When we ended the conversation he was smiling, the same warm smile on his face when he said something funny in a lesson or said “well done” to you after a test. And now he was leaving. My need to use the toilet pulled me back to reality. Leaving for the Philippines, I had heard - a country I knew as much about as I knew about quantum physics. I never was a hardworking student, and now I wanted to bang my head against the wall for every time I messed around in his lesson. I hated to be desperate at the moment because I wanted all my attention on the lesson, on Psychology, on him. I stubbornly refused to ask for permission because I did not wish to leave the classroom, no matter how loudly the lower half of my body was screaming at me to do so. What a paradox. I actually laughed a little as I worked the problem out, or thought I did. It suddenly came to me how quiet the class was; it turned out that he had put up a question on the board for the class to work on. I stole a quick glance around the room, made sure no one was watching, before hesitantly raising my hand. He walked towards me and asked what I needed, his voice gentle as ever, or as before, since there would not be a future. “Sir can I go to the toilet please?” I heard him say something about not having done my homework the previous day. I swallowed hard. “I......I didn’t do my homework yesterday because I’m on some new medication and I slept for eleven hours straight last night. I’m sorry.” He paused, and I thought I saw him swallow as hard as I did. “Yeah you may go. Be quick.” I stood up and rushed out. It was still drizzling, not hot, but not cool either; I felt myself leak a few drops into my panties not because of the chills the rain brought, but because of a surge of sheer lack of control. I got to the toilet, pulled down my pants, and as the torrent gushed out from my bladder, instead of the relief I was expecting, I felt calm. The kind of calmness that was powerful enough to engulf anything, even the relief of emptying a full bladder. I sat there, long after my stream had died down. Yeah - I had at last found what the problem was. I chose to suffer because I was scared, scared to voluntarily end something because I had been too engrossed in the anguish I felt from endings that were out of my control. But if ending something voluntarily marks the end of suffering, then why not - no matter it was relieving oneself or stopping oneself from being unable to let go of others and move on on one’s own. For a split second I felt like I could have burst into tears right there in the cubicle, but miraculously I did not. I went back to the classroom. The door was closed. I knocked, and he opened the door. Before I slipped into my seat he tapped my shoulder and whispered to me: “Next time if you need special consideration for your homework just let me know - it’s alright.” “Thank you.” I muttered. Shortly afterwards class was over. I did not bother to pack my Psychology textbook into my bag, held it close to my chest, before putting on my earphones. Still was the rain falling; it was just another drizzling Thursday afternoon, one day in the life of mine and him, of ends and beginnings. As I walked past the toilets I realised that the song in my earphones was one of my favourites, “Remember Your Smile” by Enya, and it had just reached its final lines: “Each one has a journey, That’s how it goes. Sometimes we’re together, Sometimes alone.”
  12. Lily found herself in the middle of a magical arena. The chants of the crowd overwhelmed any other sound, cheering for their champion: Allegra, the Enchanter, a tall blonde elvish girl, standing in front of Lily. Lily stroke a defensive pose, as she prepared to face her opponent. "Allegra!" she said "This time will not be the same as the last time!" Allegra laughed loudly, covering her mouth. "Oh, little Lily, do you honestly believe a puny human like you stands any semblance of a chance?" "I'll show you who's puny!" Lily responded, angrily "Take this! Magic Missile!" Lily's wand pointed at Allegra and shot 5 bullets of light at the elf. Allegra stood in place, not even trying to evade them. "Shield." She put her palms towards the bullets, quickly deflecting 4 of them. However, the last one managed to leave a small cut on her face. Allegra touched her injury and looked at Lily with fury. "Well, then, it's my turn!" Her eyes and hair started to shine with a blue light, as Lily saw an arcane circle forming around her. "Now, how should I punish you for ruining my perfect face?... Oh, I know!" Allegra smirked, as Lily's eyes became blank and her body stiff. "Now... Urinate." Lily struggled to break from the enchanting hold, trying to keep her bladder from releasing. But Allegra's magic was too strong, and she quickly felt the warm liquid spreading through her clothes. "N-no..." Lily mumbled, as the crowd erupted in laughter. The laughter, however, started to turn into a sharp, loud noise. "Riiiiiiiing" The alarm went. Lily woke up suddenly, hitting her head against the top bunk. "I'm awake, I'm awake!" she said, rubbing her head. "Did you have to be so annoying?" she asked. "You can be so obnoxious, Ai" The alarm transformed into a greenish humanoid, a shifter, called Ai. "Obnoxious?" Ai responded, offended. "It's more obnoxious to sleep all morning when today is Magic Demonstration day. You should be thanking me!" "Oh my Grok! I COMPLETELY FORGOT!" Lily screamed. "Why didn't you wake me up before?! This is a very important-" Lily lifted up her covers, revealing a wet patch surrounding the area under her crotch. "Yikes." said Ai. "I didn't know you were a bedwetter." "I-I'm not!" Lily replied, blushing heavily. "T-this never h-happened before. I must be anxious about Demonstration day. Yeah! It was just a one time thing because of anxiety!" "Whatever you say, girl." I'll be in the top bunk working on my transmutation homework in case you need me." They said, before turning into a RC helicopter that flew to the top bunk. "I should clean this..." Lily thought to herself. "But... It's getting late, and it would be too embarrassing to have everyone see my futon drying..." __________________________________ What should Lily do? A. Clean it, it's disgusting. B. Just change yourself and go. What's the worst that could happen? C. Try one of the cleansing spells you learnt last year... Although it might be dangerous... D. Ask Ai to transmutate it somehow. E. Other.
  13. Hi all! Leaking/wetting tags are for a later chapter. This one focuses on setting up and building some of the desperation. If you couldn't tell from my last story or if you didn't read it, I'm a much bigger fan of holding and desperation/leaking than of any wetting itself, but I'll try to do right by both parts. Also all characters are 18 and are comfortable with each other. This chapter will likely be shorter than the next, as I'm just starting out. I hope you enjoy! Anna had a lot going for her. She was tall and pretty, with blonde hair and tan skin. Boys seemed to like her well enough, and she never had trouble staying thin. Unfortunately, she was a completely average student. She zoned out in class a lot and hadn't joined any clubs or activities, aside from being on the JV cheer squad in her freshman year. Most of the time her grades were C's with the occasional B sprinkled in, and that had been fine with her. But now she was a senior, which meant that she had to get her act together if she wanted to get into a good college. That meant joining clubs and getting better grades. Luckily, the school had a way to accomplish both of these: tutoring club. Tutoring club was a club for people who wanted to help others, but also for students who needed help in some subjects. Unluckily, the club only met in the hour before school started, as that was when the most students were available to participate. Anna had woken up late that day and had needed to rush to get to club on time. That meant no time for any real breakfast, though she did grab a nutrition shake on her way out. It also meant that she'd forgotten to use the bathroom before she'd left. She hadn't realized this until the nutrition shake was long finished and she was packing up her notebooks as tutoring club ended. A dull ache pulsed in Anna's lower stomach as she zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulders. Her water bottle made a sloshing sound as it jostled around in the bag, and she groaned internally at her own stupidity. Anna hated using public bathrooms, not only because they were gross, but also since she tended to pee very loudly and didn't like it when other people heard. She glanced at her phone- there were five minutes until the bell. She could duck into a bathroom while most people were on their way to classes and relieve herself in private. Just as she was about to leave for a bathroom, someone tapped her on the shoulder. It was Matt, Anna's best friend. Like Anna, Matt didn't do well with school and had joined the tutoring club. "Nice job today, A," Matt said. "I'm sure they'll teach you to read in no time." "Ha ha." Anna rolled her eyes. "Big words from someone who can barely spell his own name." "I'll get there someday," Matt responded. "Want to walk to math together?" Anna hesitated. She had really wanted to find a bathroom, but she didn't want to say it. Besides, their math teacher liked it when people showed up early. She could hold it for one class. "Sure," Anna said finally. "Let's go." Anna was already doubting her decision by the time class started. Her nutrition shake had started to make it's way into her bladder, and she kept shifting around in her seat without realizing it. She had forgot that today was double math, which meant that the class would be twice as long as usual. As the minutes passed, Anna grew more and more uncomfortable. She clenched rhythmically to keep herself in control. "Miss Frederick," the teacher called. Anna snapped to attention. The teacher was pointing at a problem on the board. He held a piece of chalk out to her expectantly. "Would you please come up here and solve this?" he asked. From the desk next to hers, Matt gave her a sympathetic look. Neither of them was very good at math. Anna knew that she didn't have a choice. Carefully, she slid out of her seat, feeling the full weight of her bladder press down against her crotch as she moved to the front of the room. As she read the problem on the blackboard, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to keep her fidgeting as discreet as possible. Her bladder was fully ready to be emptied now, and it wasn't letting up. Anna scribbled some calculations under the teacher's writing before attempting an answer. She looked at her teacher hopefully, but he shook his head. "You're close," he said. "Remember to convert your units." Anna glanced back over her work. Luckily, this kind of math was something she'd worked on in tutoring club last week, so she had some idea of what she was doing. As she inspected her calculations, a strong wave of urgency washed over her. She froze, tensing all of her lower muscles. Her butt cheeks clenched as she bore down on her urethra. After a second, the wave passed and Anna rushed to write another answer. "Very good," the teacher said. "You may return to your seat." Quickly, Anna darted back to her desk. Once she was seated, Matt gave her a weird look. "What's wrong with you?" he asked accusingly. "You looked all tense up there." "Nothing," Anna said. "Shut up." Matt kept going. "Seriously, you kind of looked like you had to pee." Anna glared at him. "Don't be an idiot." Matt's eyes widened. "You totally did, didn't you?" he asked teasingly. "No," Anna denied, but Matt was already grinning. "I said shut up!" "How bad is it?" he asked. "When was the last time you went?" Anna grit her teeth. "Last night." Matt laughed out loud, grin widening. The teacher shot him a glare, and he held up his hands in apology. Anna turned away from Matt, deciding to keep her mind off her bladder by focusing on the class. For a while, it worked. But then she heard a quiet sloshing sound from next to her. She turned her head slightly and saw Matt shaking his water bottle back and forth, surpressing a grin. The sound of the water splashing against the edges made it impossible for Anna to focus on anything but her worsening need for relief. "Matt," she hissed, "stop it." But Matt kept going. Some students turned to see what the sloshing noise was, but nobody seemed to catch on. The sound was driving Anna crazy. She crossed her legs subtly under her desk, gripping her pencil hard in her hand. "I'm serious," she whispered to Matt again. "Seriously about to pee yourself," Matt responded. The sloshing continued, and Anna felt herself grow hot from the effort of holding. Her bladder felt like an overfilled water balloon, slipping all over the place so that it was impossible to contain. After what seemed like ages, the bell rang. Doubles of first period meant that everyone went straight from their classes to lunch. Anna burst from her seat in anticipation of finding a bathroom- then she almost burst in another way. A whole night and morning's worth of urine was now boiling inside her bladder, and she had to twist her hips sharply and squeeze her thighs together to keep it all in. She could feel Matt laughing at her as she squirmed in place, fighting against the ocean inside of her. It seemed to take forever for the aisle to clear, but finally Anna was able to escape the classroom. She was so ready to make a beeline for the bathroom that she didn't even look where she was going, and ended up running straight into someone. The impact jolted her bladder and she had to fight to keep her hands away from her crotch in the crowded hallway. "Whoa," the person said. Anna looked up to see her boyfriend, Taylor. "Easy, babe," he said. "Where's the fire?" Anna scrambled for words. "What are you doing here?" Taylor shrugged. "I wanted to walk you to lunch." he looked past Anna to see Matt. "Hey, bro." "What's up?" Matt joined the little group. "So we're going to lunch?" The two boys looked to Anna, who was conflicted. On one hand, she was dying for a toilet. But Taylor and Matt were ready to go to lunch, and she didn't want to hold them up. Besides, there was a bathroom by the cafeteria entrance. She could probably slip in while the boys got in line for food. "Sure," Anna said. "Let's go."
  14. So it was raining this morning (it's been raining across all of Southern Ontario for the last couple days and counting) and when I got up it was still pretty dark, maybe an hour before sunrise, when I decided to go for a bit of a jog and swung by my old high school next to the Civic Centre. I felt strangely reminded of an experience from my senior year of high school as I was pretty much wearing the exact same outfit and the conditions were the same what with jogging in the morning rain by my old high school. Here are the details (names have been changed to protect the innocent I was a senior in high school and 19 at this point (I had spent some time dropped out and came back to finish so I was older than one would expect for grade 12). I went for a jog before school wearing a loose grey tank top, burgundy 3/4 joggers (pictures included below as I wet the same outfit this morning), white preppy shoes with white ankle socks. As I was walking towards the school I started to feel my socks get a little wet in my shoes so I stopped to take off my socks, put them in my pocket and continue barefoot. After a lap of the school and civic centre I stopped at the pond beside the civic centre to admire the rain hitting the water. I hadn't planned on wetting obviously as I was about to start school shortly and so I didn't have any change of clothes but something just came over me. I had been saving up my load for the last few days again and I was feeling super horny and naughty and adventurous. It was my last year of school so why not take some risks, right? I relaxed and let a nice hot jet of piss flood my joggers and I grabbed my crotch to move my dick around. I stopped the flow after a few seconds and took in how stimulating everything was. I was hyper sensitive from not orgasming for days. My toes curled and the sensation of my bare feet inside my shoes made me tremble. I let out another hot stream that filled my pants as they started to overflow with the liquid and drip down. I was able to shift side to side so that the pee dripped on the ground just beside my shoes. I was careful not to fill the shoes with piss as I would be wearing them all day. I let myself pee for a good 10 seconds this time and cut myself off before I was completely empty. I knew we had a good 5k run during my fitness class today at second period so I wanted to save some for a good wetting during the 5k. I stood there for a minute rubbing my dick around in my wet joggers getting kind close to orgasm, close enough to get a couple spurts of precum but stopped before tipping over the edge (I was commando which I often loved doing at school if I wasn't cross dressing) but the wet cotton of the joggers against my dick felt amazing and being commando at school always adds to the naughtiness. It was about an hour until classes started and I continued my jog with a couple more laps around the school. About half an hour before class, my girlfriend at the time, Taylor, called me to meet her by the smokers corner. By the time I met her the wetness of my pants had pretty much blended in and I wondered if she would notice. I leaned in to kiss her and she grabbed my cock through my pants. The discovery shifted her tone to one of excitement, "Did you piss your pants?" This was a fetish we both have and had already shared with each other, we actually pretty much shared all of our fetishes. Instead of answering her I let out a spurt of pee I had been holding onto and let it gush through her fingers. A huge grin came across her face and she leaned back in to kiss me even more vigorously. "What about your classes?" she asked. "Are you just going to play hookey today? Don't you have that 5k test in fitness though?" I took a step back so she could see my pants, "You can't really see it and I thought I would have some fun. I'm pretty well hydrated so it shouldn't smell. You should try it with me, we can make a game of it. See who is more wet when we meet for lunch. You're already wearing black so you don't even need to worry about anyone seeing." Taylor was wearing a tight red Hollister shirt with super short sleeves, some aqua coloured boy shorts with black lulu lemon athletic shorts over top and the same preppy white shoes and ankle socks. We bought 2 pair and we often traded our shoes. I leaned in to kiss her again while reaching my hands down behind her to spread her legs wide. I squeezed her butt and reached my finger towards her pussy and continued to squeeze while kissing her. Within a few seconds I felt the familiar warmth of her piss bursting through my fingers, soaking her athletic shorts and making a nice puddle on the ground that blended in with all the others from the rain. It may be worth noting that it was one of those light rain all day kind of things and there was never really a downpour so everyone was still out and about doing their business. Taylor and I were positioned a little ways away from everyone near some trees for our greeting. Taylor's torrent of piss flooding her shorts obviously got me quite excited and I felt we were under enough cover that I could whip my dick out and stick it between her thighs to get drenched in her hot piss while she emptied her bladder. I thrust rhythmically as the wet spandex of her shorts enveloped my cock. I continued to kiss her and let my arousal build but this was still just a tease. I wasn't ready to blow this load I had been saving for days just yet. I got stimulated enough to let out some precum again and this time I pulled her lulu lemons and boy shorts back to let my precum drip into her panties. Taylor always enjoyed wearing my cum in her panties, especially if she could do it at school for the added naughtiness. In doing this I got to enjoy the contrast of her aqua boy shorts with wet dark blue near the crotch and the much lighter aqua of the still dry sides. Taylor fingered herself for a few seconds before one of our friends started walking over to say good morning. I quickly put my cock back in my pants. "You two up to no good already?" Alex said while pointing at the obvious bulge in my pants from my still quite erect penis. We made casual conversation until the first bell and we all headed to class. It didn't seem like Alex noticed my wet pants and if he did, he didn't say anything. My first class was English, when I sat down in my wet joggers I also took off my shoes to dry and put my socks back on. It wasn't long into class before I started to have to pee again pretty bad. I had drank so much water from the jog this morning. I tried to ignore it but as we got about 3/4 of the way through the class I wasn't sure if I was going to make it to the gym change rooms at the end of the period. I tried to play with my dick in my pants a bit to get hard and hopefully distract from the need to urinate which helped for a bit but with 10 minutes left in the class, my need was insatiable. I let out a couple controlled spurts and rejoiced in the fresh warmth and wetness around my crotch and the arousal was just enough to get me to the end of first period. When the bell rang I made a b-line for the gym change rooms. The hall door was locked and I had to go in through the gym, by this point a spurt was shooting into my pants every few seconds. By the time I got in front of the toilet I was full on pissing my pants uncontrollably as I whipped my dick out to finish in the toilet and not get my shoes and socks soaked. The relief was so amazing that I thought I might have been having an orgasm from peeing but after maybe 20 seconds or so I snapped back to reality and cut off my flow once again. I still wanted to have a wetting during the 5k run while just out around the neighbourhood and maybe even with Alex who was in my fitness class (or at least with Alex watching). As I walked out of the stall in my soaked joggers the change room was still empty. I got out my black gym shorts (which had like mesh underwear sewn in kind of like a bathing suit), black tank top and black nike track shoes (also a picture below). I also felt in my gym bag I had left my cock rings in there and since I was feeling so naughty and I was still standing there alone in the change room and completely naked, I decide to pop the rings on. One around my entire package and another smaller one just to tug at my nuts. I had just finished pulling up my shorts when the other guys in my fitness class started to flood into the change room. I slipped my shoes on (again no socks as to keep them clean for after) and threw my black tank top over my head. I took my time packing up my bag and waited for Alex to get there and made small talk half-heartedly while trying to inconspicuously scope some of my hotter classmates changing. Alex whispered to me, "I have a surprise for you during the run. Stick to my pace." Something mischievous in his tone told me this surprise was going to be somewhat sexual in nature and I started to get hard. I winked at him and patted his ass. Alex was fully gay and everyone knew it. By senior year everyone was so comfortable with their sexuality that the guys in fitness took it as a compliment if they caught Alex checking them out. Same with me but I always tried to be less obvious just because it is good form. Anyways, we got out to the gym, did our warm ups and then our instructor got us started on the 5k. For the first kilometre or so Alex and I kept pace with most of the rest of the class until he started to drag behind a bit and I slowed down with him. In not too long we were coming up on a path that cut through the route but also led to a park and Alex took us down that path to the park. I was already needing to piss again pretty bad as I had never properly emptied my bladder yet today. To compound things my bladder muscles were starting to get weak from all the holding. When we got to the park, Alex brought us over to where there was some good tree cover and we had a decent amount of privacy. "So what's this surprise?" I asked. "Something naughty, I'm sure." Alex pulls out a metal butt plug. Quite a fat one too. "You're gonna finish the rest of the 5k with this in your ass," he tells me. I pretend to refuse to make myself seem less eager but I was too excited to hold up the charade for long. We were well hidden behind some trees and Alex pulled my bum out of my shorts, lubed up the butt plug with his spit and gently started forcing it inside me. About halfway and I clenched my sphincter and pushed it back out. It was a REALLY big butt plug. Bigger than most I had ever taken before. "I really have to pee," I tell Alex. "So just piss in your gym shorts. You already pissed in your joggers this morning." he replied (shit, I guess he did notice, lol... I wonder how many other people noticed and just didn't say anything?). "Just take it slow," I said. Alex continued pressing the butt plug deeper and deeper into my ass and I felt my dick bursting with piss but my shorts still felt dry. "I'm peeing!" I shouted. The butt plug finally slid into place. My entire body trembled and became overwhelmed with pleasure. It felt like I was pissing in waves, harder than I had ever pissed before. "I'm peeing..." I gasped. "No you're not," Alex laughed. I opened my ears and felt my crotch... just a handful of slimy, stick cum... wow... I was lost in such pure ecstasy from that orgasm I couldn't even tell the difference. "You just came, didn't you?" "Ye... yeah," I managed to get out while catching my breath. "Must have been a good one if you thought you were pissing." "I honestly couldn't tell the difference. I've been holding my nut for days and that butt plug just sent me over the edge. Thanks for the 'surprise' (I air-quoted as I continued to catch my breath). We should get running and catch up to the rest of the class." "Don't you still need to piss?" "I will piss my shorts while we're running. You should join me." We made our way through the park to reconnect to the 5k path further ahead. Once we were back on the sidewalk I let loose and basked in the rain while my legs were warmed with piss and that sweet, sweet release of finally letting my entire bladder empty. Noticing the liquid streaming down from between my legs, Alex started a deluge of his own and we each gave the other a slap on the ass while we were running and pissing our shorts. Our gym shorts were both black so no one noticed as we got back to the gym. The teacher recorded our 5k times and said we could take the rest of the class off so Alex and I headed into the change room. I had hung my joggers up to dry during the run but they were still a little damp when I put them on. I gave them a whiff before slipping them on though and to my delight they didn't smell, according to plan. When Alex pulled down his shorts he revealed a drenched pair of grey boxers and said, "I guess I'm going commando the rest of the day." He slipped on his tight ripped jeans, a girls grey american eagle top (similar style to the one Taylor was wearing) and some converse. "Was that the first time you wet yourself?" I asked Alex as I had never heard him mention that fetish before when we talked about sex and he obviously knew about my fetish. "Yeah. It felt pretty awesome. I can see why you enjoy it. I will have to experiment with it some more." "Be sure to include me," I responded. We hung out for a bit outside by the smokers corner until the end of period. Alex had another class but Taylor and I shared 3rd period lunch. I couldn't afford to let her be more wet than me when we met as per our little game so I squatted down and gave my joggers a nice fresh soaking. When Taylor got there and we kissed she could tell instantly I had busted a nut. I told her the story of what had transpired with Alex and she made me promise to filled her ass with the butt plug tomorrow morning for school. We both checked each other's wet spots and agreed to call it a tie for now but the contest was back on for end of the day. We both made each other drink a litre of water at lunch and promise to hold until the end of the day and we would wet on our walk home. By the time we met up after school my bladder muscles were too sore to hold out much longer. Taylor wanted to see who could hold the longest but I told her she had already won and I was pissing again as soon as we started walking but she didn't wait much longer. We went back to her place because her parents were always away on work and we fucked, showered and got changed. I spent the rest of the night in Taylor's clothes as I didn't bring any of my own. We did the laundry so I could have fresh gym shorts for the next day and the next morning it was Taylor's turn with the butt plug as promised. But that was it for the omo fun on this particular adventure. Alex and I would get into many other adventures in the future. Some of these adventures will be shared in future stories. It's crazy the scandalous shit we get up to when we let that sexual energy build up for a few days. We get way more risky. All the most fun omo adventures and interesting, scandalous sexual experiences I have had were a result of holding out for a few days while I got really horny and willing to do all sorts of crazy things I would never normally think of. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed reading this. It's crazy when you've been rubbing one out to a spank bank memory for so long that the details all get really intense in your mind. It's like a massive load off to get it out of my head and into words so thank you to the entire community for this outlet. This one ended up pretty long in the tooth. I'm going to try to get some shorter stories in over the next little bit. As always, if anyone has any criticism on the writing style or types of things to leave out or focus more on for future shares, then please share freely. I definitely get off on other people getting off on stories of my past experiences so if there is anything I can do to be more arousing in the writing style, I'm all ears. I love all you guys! Thanks for reading. (the grey jeggings were just the pants I was wetting while writing this post, the shoes and joggers were the same ones I had from high school)
  15. Hi everyone! In the last weeks I've been thinking about an album i saw last year here on the forum's gallery; it was about a girl that was forced to hold it at school by some shitty classmates (it was some kind of revenge I guess? idrk). I remember this moment in art class when she was teased by the spashing of paint's water. I've looked everywhere, searching with tags and all but i still can't find it. If I remember correctly the story wasn't finished and I NEED to see what happens next, so if anyone knows what I'm talking about please help me!
  16. A little background information is needed before we start. I am looking to create a story where a girl, or multiple girls are desperate to pee in a school setting, like middle school or high school, and the school rules are set up to where you can't be late to class and can't use the bathroom during class. (One exception: If one of the stalls is non-functional during one of the breaks, and that is what causes a line, the girls that need to use the facilities will get a tardy pass to their next class to get the tardy excused). But under any other circumstance, any student that is late or has to leave class to use the bathroom will receive a 30-minute after school detention the next day, and it will be an "office" detention, with one teacher in charge of all detentions for the day, so the detention may not be with the teacher whose class the student was late to. The class periods are 50 minutes long, with 5 minutes between classes, and lunch is between fourth and fifth periods, and school is over after 7 periods. There are three stalls in each girls bathroom, and there will probably be a line in the bathroom at most of the passing time periods. Each girl will need at least a minute in the stall to do her business before exiting. At a later time, we can decide whether cutting in line, peeing on the floor, sink, trash can, water bottle, desk, chair, etc. will be allowed, but that's not the immediate concern. If a girl gets a detention, the situation will be where the parents have to be notified of the detention before it can be served, and the detention might interfere with another after-school activity for the student (like basketball, volleyball, or cheerleading, but I haven't gotten that far into thinking what it is yet). And if the student misses a practice because of a detention, she might very well be kicked off the team depending on how many other practices she has missed. But, before I get to the meat of the story, we need to make a few decisions. The main character's name will be Jessica (14 year old freshman, and the school is grades 9 through 12), and there may be other characters to introduce later. We will assume for the sake of argument that she does her morning pee when she gets up in the morning, and when she eats breakfast, she'll eat toast, cereal, and drink some juice, and that may or may not come into play later on. 1) What should this girl wear for the day? A) Standard (shirt and blue jeans) B) A skirt or dress (one piece or two piece) C) A cheerleading outfit (or sports uniform if she is on a sports team) D) Other (please list) 2) How does she get to school A) Parents take her B) School bus C) Walks D) Bicycle E) Other (but she's not old enough to drive) 3) How long does it take to get to school A) Less than 5 minutes B) 5 to 10 minutes C) 10 to 15 minutes D) Other (please list) 4) What kind of special clubs is she on (if any) A) Volleyball B) Soccer C) Cheerleading D) Other (please list)
  17. View File Assorted JAV Wetting Videos I don't think any of these have been posted before, if they have, my apologies (I was having trouble searching with the Japanese titles). Anyhow, here's a random assortment of quality JAV content! Something for everyone. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 09/26/2020 Category JAV Collections  
  18. Hi everyone! This is my first post here so I really hope you guys enjoy this. Here goes nothing! It’s sophomore year of high school. I'm sitting in my 5th hour in Spanish, with Sra. Doan. We are watching a Spanish movie. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I hear my friend Maddy say under her breath, "I have to pee so bad." “Oh shit, I hope that the unthinkable doesn't happen." I thought. "Puedo ir al baño?" She asks in Spanish. That was something we had to do in class, was ask for something in Spanish instead of English. What she said means in English, "Can I go to the bathroom?" “Después de la película, vale?" Sra. Doan tells her. Which means, "After the movie, ok?" And that proves to be a fatal mistake. Over time, her urge to go gradually starts to increase. A few minutes later, I hear something faint, and I realized that Maddy had a leak. She is dead silent. Shockingly, Sra Doan can't hear this, so she keeps playing the movie. However, within a few moments, the strain of holding in all her pee was too much, and she gave in. What happened next was nothing short of humiliating. She flooded her shorts, and you could clearly hear the hissing from her stream of pee rushing out of her and getting onto the chair, and eventually the floor. She turns bright red, softly crying. I make a signal for everyone to leave the room, and immediately rush over to help and offer to take her to the nurse. Sra. Doan pats me on the back for rushing to her aid, and gives Maddy a huge hug, apologizing that she didn’t notice what was going on. Maddy appreciates the support from both of us. “I’m so sorry you had to go through something like this. It's very painful to have to go through something so terrible and embarrassing.” I tell her. [5:24 PM] “Yeah... I didn’t expect to lose control like that. But I’m super appreciative that you got everyone out knowing that I was in such an embarrassing situation.” She said, and I could tell she meant it. Shortly after, we got to the nurses office, and I hug her not caring she's wet, tell her goodbye and head back to the room so we can start cleanup. “Man, I really feel sorry for her. But in the end I’m happy that she got the aid she needed for a situation as embarrassing as that.” I thought to myself. From that day forward, for the rest of the semester, the moment Maddy looked like she needed to go, Sra. Doan sent Maddy a silent signal that she had permission to go the restroom, no matter what we were doing.
  19. It was last April when it was already annoyingly hot where I live. That coupled with the fact that I had just bought a new thermos which could keep cold water cold (best invention ever) meant that I had been sipping water every few minutes on a regular basis all day long. I hadn’t been to the toilet since lunch and hadn’t slowed down on drinking and refilling water either, so halfway through my final period (80 minutes) I was crossing and recrossing my legs and trying my best to suppress my fidgeting. It should be noted that as much as I like omorashi I am never a fan of public desperation and humiliation, nor am I a fan of being distracted in lessons in such a way. So I managed to overcome the embarrassment and raise my hand to ask to go to the toilet, and thankfully was allowed to go. As soon as I locked the door of the cubicle behind me I knew I was safe and could play a bit with my full bladder. Leaning on the door I peeled my panties and leggings all the way down to my heels, my legs pressed tightly together. The waistband of my skirt was cutting into my bladder so I pulled it up higher and gathered the hem of the skirt with my left arm, so that I was naked below the waist. With my right hand I held on to my now naked private parts and gave it a squeeze, trying to find the right spot to apply extra pressure to and help hold back the ocean boiling inside me. I was surprised at the instant relief it provided and found it interesting that I was doing this right in front of a toilet. I would have liked to press on my bladder a bit and test exactly how full I was, but standing in plain sight of a toilet with panties around my ankles proved to be too much. All of a sudden a spurt escaped, and I gasped as I felt my hand dampen. Wasting no time I flung myself onto the toilet, sighing deeply in relief as hours of pent-up liquid splashed onto the water below me. At some point I took a look at it and found that my stream was clear as water; I had indeed been well-hydrated. I do not indulge in omo-related adventures nearly as much and as hardcore as many of us do, and I am aware that this was rather short and far from extreme desperation, but nevertheless it had proven to be the highlight of an otherwise boring early summer afternoon. After my stream died down I sat for a few extra seconds as my legs felt weak, before wiping myself and cleaning up properly. Then I quickly went back to class; no one was the wiser.
  20. This is one of my most desperate pee holding experiences as a school boy. It was the last class of the day, and I had not peed since morning break. I had been ignoring a steadily filling bladder for a while. There was an hout left of the school day, and I had to pee very urgently. At first, i did not ask for permission. I just fidgeted in my seat. It got worse and worse, and I started to hold myself under my desk. With 20 minutes left of class, it got almost unbearable. I had an immensely sharp urge in my crotch, and I felt pressure in my lower abdomen. I raised my hand and asked to go pee. The teacher denied, and said I could wait 20 mins. I sat there for 5 more minutes, hand glued to my crotch, wiggling my legs. I raised my hand again, but the teacher ignore me. I kept raising my hand, but the teacher told me to sit and wait for the bell. I whined that I had to pee really bad, but she ignored my desperate plees. I held it for the rest of the hour by sheer willpower (and by holding myself). By the end I felt like I was about to burst. When the bell rang, I ran to the boy's toilets. I held myself as I ran, not caring about the embarrassment. Luckily, I wore elastic pants that day, so I pulled them down fast when I got to a urinal, and started peeing a hard stream as soon as i got my briefs lowered. It was one of the most relieving pees of my young life.
  21. Jaeden was a senior in High School and he had his end of year exams. He was wearing short jean shorts and a red shirt. Although he was a senior he was short for his age. As he got into the Exam room he took a seat in the back and he crossed his legs. Jaeden was nervous he had to do good to get into a good college. He took out a water bottle and took a big gulp out of it. He sat there for 5 minutes before the teacher, Mr. Jackson walked in. Mr. Jackson took attendance and handed out the exams. “Now no Phones at all and if you have one turn it off and that’s goes with any other electronic device and give it to me, also no one may leave the room” Mr. Jackson said “you may now begin”. Nervously Jaeden opened his test book and started to work. Jaeden uncrossed his legs and felt a tingle in his bladder. He had to pee but it was not bad so he put it to the back of his mind. Crossing his legs again just in case he got back to work. After an hour and a half Jaeden felt like he was doing good. He stopped and took another gulp of his water that was now on his desk. He uncrossed his legs to to drink the water which was a huge mistake. With that and his gulp of water he realized just how badly he had to pee. He quickly crossed his left leg over his right and twitched his left foot to take his mind off his need to pee. Jaeden had to pee so bad. Looking around to see if anyone was watching him and saw that no one was his moved his left hand from his knee to his crotch. “Thank god I’m in the back” Jaeden thought. As he started to work on his exam again he felt himself leak into his briefs. Jaeden dug his hand into his crouch so hard to stop the flow he could swear he left marks though his cloths. He heard a quiet voice over him “you okay, Jaeden?” asked Mr. Jackson who now stood at Jaeden’s desk. Jaeden quickly pulled his hand away “Im fine sir” Jaeden said. Mr. Jackson look bothered by Jaeden’s behavior but he said “get back to work” and walked away. Watching him as he walked away Jaeden felt another leak but longer this time. He returned his hand to his crouch and only when he knew he would not leak again he moved his hand to look at his short jean shorts. There was a baseball size wet spot on his short jean shorts. “F***” said Jaeden under his breath. He crossed his legs to hide it. Swinging his foot Jaeden knew if he didn’t go to the bathroom soon he would soak himself. So his got Mr. Jackson’s attention and he walked over to Jaeden’s desk. “Can I please use to bathroom Sir” Jaeden asked him once he was at his desk. “Your know the rules here, only after you finished the exam”. “But, sir, it’s an emergency please” begged Jaeden. “No Jaeden, unless you want a 0” said Mr. Jackson. Jaeden sighed as Mr. Jackson walked away. Jaeden crossed his legs again and did his best to hold it as he got back to work. He managed to last another 10 minutes and Mr Jackson announced “5 minutes left”. Jaeden smiled thinking he would make it but to his horror he realized he couldn’t uncross his legs without peeing his short jean shorts much less stand up. Jaeden closed his eyes and let out a sigh as he uncrossed his legs. He felt as warm, wet pee left his body and soaked his short jean shorts. It wet his gray briefs and his shorts as it made a puddle on his seat. Once it filled his seat it dropped on the floor making a puddle around his chair. It felt so good he had to let out a moan of pleasure. After what seemed like an hour he finished peeing. Jaeden opened his eyes as he finished and saw that everyone including Mr. Jackson. Embarrassed he jumped out of his seat, when he stood up his pee dripped down his legs making another pee puddle at his feet. Everyone started to laugh, Embarrassed Jaeden ran out of the room and to the bathroom. Once in a stall he look at his short jean shorts and saw that they were soaked, with tears in his eyes he took them off exposing his gray briefs. He looked at them and saw they were also soaked. Jaeden sat on the toilet in only his briefs and crossed his legs crying and wondering what to do.
  22. Wetting her pants in class? What a nightmare! Who can come up with the best story for what happened in this picture?
  23. I had to use the bathroom really bad after lunch. Unfortunately, 2 others got in line for the bathroom before me, and the second kid was in there for an eternity. I kept thinking any second he would be done. At that point in life, I thought there was no way a 6 year old actually pees their pants, that there was nothing to worry about. I dont remember much, but I just kept waiting for him to leave. I needed to go worse and worse, and could no longer st tand still. I kept bouncing up and down, thinking the bathroom would open up any second, but it never happened in time. I dont remember the exact details, but all I remember was not being able to hold it for a few seconds, enough for me to start peeing my pants. I just stood their upset and in shock about this, as I kept peeing. I remember standing there helpless, hearing pee run down to the floor and feeling my jeans and underwear become wetter by the second. Eventually, i was able to stop, but not after my jeans were soaking wet. Then, to my anger 2 minutes later, the kid walks out of the bathroom, and I was able to finish, but it didn't help. I had to walk around In wet clothes the rest of the day. Then later, while on the computers, i had to pee again, and before i could think, i was having an accident a 2nd time, though less than the first. The wetness and weakened bladder must have made me give in quickly, as I peed for around 10 seconds, rewetting the areas that had began to dry. Unlike the first time, I had to walk by more people to get back to the bathroom. I couldn't wait for that day to end.
  24. I know that this is not directly related wetting or omorashi, but I hope that you’re okay with me posting it anyway… This happened almost 10 years ago when I was 15 or 16 years old. It was during a bus ride Legoland (Billund) with the whole class. It was in the middle of the summer and the whether was amazing is I was just wearing a long but loose summer dress over a normal set of underwear. During the bus ride, I was sharing a set with one of my good friends while we were listened to music and enjoying the snacks and drinks we had brought along for the ride. However, at some point during the ride, I was about the take a sip of coca cola bottle when I accidentally dropped the bottle into my lab. I quickly picked up the bottle but a large amount out its content had already spilled out into my lab and was quickly soaking through the thin cotton dress and further into my tight cotton panties. My crotch was completely soaked in coke and I was sooo annoyed with myself! Fortunately, the dress that I had chosen was dark/black and the wetness was barely visible, but I still had the spent the rest of the ride, on a wet seat wet completely soaked panties! As we arrived at Legoland and stepped out into the sun, the wetness on my dress and panties, dried fairly quickly, BUT as the coke dried the sugar content turned into a thick and stick sirup, turning my once wet panties into sticky nightmare! Being stuck a long way from home, I had to spent the entire day running around Legoland with uncomfortably sticky panties, constantly clinging to my private areas…
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