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  1. 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)
  2. 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
  3. 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.
  4. 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...
  5. 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.
  6. 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.
  7. Does anyone have any good sightings of desperation from thier teachers or classmates ?
  8. 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
  9. 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.”
  10. 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.
  11. 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!
  12. 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."
  13. School bell rang and everyone hurried into their classes, since it’s the final exam both students and teachers were as early as possible. Every student wanted good marks of course. Our protagonist or victim I would say, was a bit late to class due to heavy traffic jam and pouring rain. She’s still in the bus which is currently stuck within the masses of vehicles. Her name is Malki, works as a teacher in an all-boys school in Sri Lanka. Today her choice of saree (a dress commonly worn by South Asian women) was a silky pink one mixed with white stripes. Small Sakura flowers increased the beauty of it. She’s a petite woman at the perfect age of 24. Fair in complexion and had an amazing pair of soft jiggly breasts with pink nipples (to match her saree probably) that was admired by the boys of all ages and vigorously grouped by her fiancé all the time. Her ass was mediocre but not bad since its been loved my many boys at school. Between those curvy and plumy thighs, there was her innocent little pussy cat (The real protagonist of the story lol), holding a full bladder right now in the bus. “Oh god when I can reach the school so I can empty the container ahhh” Malki’s bladder tortured her mercilessly. The rain made it worse. She was fidgeting all over while standing and holding the pole with her left hand. Her right hand was busy grabbing her pee hole otherwise she’ll piss in her cute saree. Almost everyone in the bus could easily see her battle against her bladder by her heavily agonized face and majority of males enjoyed her struggle. Malki was sweating all over, sweat drops flowed from her neck down into her cleavage wetting her melons, her back wash shining with her sweat. “Everybody who bought tickets for the junction now may get out of the bus.” Screamed the conductor through the people. “Finally, just another one halt to the school. Sweet relief here I come.” Malki screamed inside her head merrily imagining pissing inside the ladies peacefully. * 15 minutes passed. * “Uh god why this fucking bus won’t move. Why the fuck there’s so much traffic today” She was angry towards the stupid bus driver, the conductor and all the other drivers blocking her way to her ultimate pleasure. She knew that she’ll wee on herself like a little girl soon and flood the whole bus with her water. So her next quick decision was to get out of the bus, so maybe she can find a corner or a toilet to relieve herself. So, she swiftly squeezed through the crowd while violently grabbing her crotch. Well somewhere in the middle of the bus, a young man who read the situation perfectly took his opportunity. While Malki is rushing through the crowd he quickly put his hand underneath her saree blouse AND her blue lacy bra to feel her melons. He was able to get a good 3 to 5 seconds of heavenly pleasure. Her cute nipples were pinched hardly, and the boobs were felt well. Her boobs were slipped by his hands multiple time due to her heavy seating. His hand covered from Malki’s sweet, lovely boob sweat and he didn’t hesitate to lick it even though people were watching. “Oh, sweet gooooood aah aah aaaaaah” he just came in his pants instantly because he grabbed some high-quality boob meat and sacred titty sweat which he enjoyed well. Since her need to urinate is much greater, she didn’t want to make a scene there and quickly walked pass him while adjusting her blouse. The touch of her breasts aroused her a bit and a quick spray of piss burst through her pussy, wetting her sweet cotton panty. As soon as she got out of the bus, all she could see was thousands of people busily running here and there for their work. Her eyes quickly searched a washroom, and she couldn’t find a single. For her luck, the rain almost stopped, otherwise she’ll be in deep trouble since she left her umbrella at home. “God, I need to piss like right now. I’m late for school also. Omg what to do what to do now…” as she thought that she knew that she was slowly losing her battle with her bladder. She could have walked to the school and get the pleasure of pissing into the teacher’s commode with a privacy of four walls and a roof, but she couldn’t do that since she’s about to piss herself. Her vagina was sweating a lot and it was basically screaming to empty the bladder as soon as she can. “Aaah I don’t even care if someone sees me. I just need this piss outta my body. That’s it.” She talked to herself while squatting down while hundreds of people are walking past her. Her bladder was at last happy, so that it can let go of this heavy liquid. As soon as she squats, she saw this big trash box in the corner of the main street. It was big enough for the lady to get some privacy. “Ah that’ll do it. Finally, I can take this piss peacefully.” She thought while dashing towards it. There was no one around there. As she went behind the trash box while blocking her piss hole with both of her hands, within a split second, she quickly lifted her saree up revealing her cute cunt and plumy ass covered by her light pink cotton panty, which is also somewhat wet by the incident in the bus. As squatting she instantly grabbed the panty from behind and pulled down along her legs, revealing her curvy white bottom and then the glamours piss hole decorated with half grown black pubic hair. Just before she let her dam open, a loud battle cry was made to celebrate her victory of ‘Not pissing herself’, which might have grabbed the attention of few people. “Ohhhhh good goooooooood aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” a thick stream of transparent urine was rocketed out from her pussy as soon as the panty was out of the way whilst the queen was enjoying a pleasure of a great piss. The stream was making a loud hiss sound as it hit the cement pedestrian and the holy water made a massive reservoir behind the trash box. The stream and the sighs continued for some time. And the reservoir kept getting bigger and bigger to the point I was soaking her high heels and her saree pallu. (The loose end of the saree). From behind you could see a heavy piss stream aggressively emptying between meaty thighs into the road. Her curvy ass was completely visible to anyone who's looking from behind. She could feel the cold wind kissing her asshole and tickling her heavy working pussy and it added up to her pleasure. 60 seconds passed, yet the stream is as strong as in the beginning. Malki repositioned her legs because squatting in the same way for a long time made her legs hurt. Her bladder was emptying very fast yet there was more piss to be emptied. Some of the piss wet her legs and even her asshole. And suddenly the stream stopped. “Ahhh the best piss ever. I probably shouldn’t drink on Sunday Nights” The stream started again after a small break with a less power. While she was emptying her water sack, she checked the time. “Shit its almost 7.45 I’m way too late for school.” She thought as was enjoying the piss. At the 1 minute 40 seconds mark the stream got weaker and our lady finished doing the most private thing out in the open public, risking her self-esteem. And of course, entertaining a small audience. Since her piss-soaked panty disgust her, she decided to slide it down the legs and put it inside the trash box, instead of wearing it. Then next moment she fled the crime scene while feeling well relieved as if nothing ever happened behind the trash box. She walked towards the school confidently, despite only a piece of Saree covering a private parts. Well, it’s probably way cooler down there without a panty and her pussy probably needed that after being pressurized way too much. At 8.00 she reached the school premises as light as a feather still enjoying the trash box piss. “Ma’am I see you are late today. What might be the reason?” Headmaster stopped her right in front of the school gate. “I got stuck in traffic sir. Want happen again.” Replied Malki while thinking about her adventure. “Oh good. Quickly go to your class the exam has already begun.” “Okay. I’ll run” Malki replied as she was laughing. “Ah one thing. Make sure you don’t let boys’ copy. Do anything necessary to stop copying and cheating.” Headmaster said in a raised voice. “Okay I’ll take care of that.” Malki went to her class passing the headmaster who didn’t forget to take look at her panty-less booty popping out of her saree. She walked pass many other classrooms to find her classroom which was 11-E. All the students were doing the exam paper while a substitute examiner took care of the class. “Oh Malki, you came. What made you so late?” substitute teacher asked from her. (Apparently Malki and her are best friends for more than 5 years.) “Gotta tell you Anudi, I had to piss really bad in the traffic.” Replied Malki with sporting a naughty facial expression. “OMG what happened then?” “It was so bad I had to take the piss behind a trash box” “Oh wow. Seems like I gotta wee now, this rain makes things worse. Anyways see you later. Take care of the classroom” Anudi went in the direction of the teacher washroom that was situated in the staff room, which is in the same building as all grade 11 classrooms. “Ok I will. Take care.” Malki replied as she sits on the teachers chair. The whole piss discussion was faintly heard by some of the students at the class and they got excited a bit. Maybe they’ll do better in the exam. Meanwhile Anudi was peacefully sitting on the commode after putting the seat down. Her lacey knicker was dropped down to her feet. And her pussy hole was emitting a stream down to the commode through her dark bush, wetting it in the process. She didn’t sigh much because it wasn’t that urgent as Malki’s but she did felt good. The piss stream hitting the commode water made a loud bubbly sound for about 20 seconds up until her piss ended. Then she took the metallic bidet shower and kept it against her pussy from the font and press the button to wash it. Cold water stream sprayed on her vagina startling Anudi a bit. Piss drops on her vag and bush got washed away but her bush got wet from the cold water. Then she took her cute girly anime handkerchief to wipe it. Like a normal person, next she smelled it and put it back to her handbag. (Usually Sri Lankan toilets doesn't have toilet paper)Soon the knicker was well placed covering her thick buttocks and the semi wet vag. As the toilet was flushing, we went out of it like a supervillain after demolishing a building. Meanwhile Malki was sitting on her chair carefully checking on students to catch anyone cheating or exchanging answers, not knowing that her panty-less pussycat and her poor bladder will be destroyed by a sea of piss soon. The morning trash bin piss was just a teaser for the day. ❤ (Hi guys this is my first story ever written. Please ignore the mistakes and hope you enjoyed the story. p.s. I mistakenly posted the same story in interactive stories section. Sorry about that. Seems like I can't remove the topic.)
  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. This is one of my favourite childhood wetting experiences that I've been remembering a lot recently. It involves 2 friends of mine which for respect for their privacy I will refer to them in this story as Luke and John. I was in the 11th grade and 17 at the time. Luke was in the 11th grade with me but was 18 and John was 19 and in 12th grade. On this particular school day we had made plans to get together after school to check out this abandoned house in a forest near my house in Markham. I had already been into wetting and cross dressing since I was young and I would do planned holds at school but never wet usually until I was in private either at home or sometimes on my way home. On the morning of this day I decided to wear red girls panties, cotton with the athletic waist along with some pink fishnets underneath some girls skin tight blue jeans and a grey short sleeved girls top. Also some DC skater shoes with no socks. You couldn't really see the fishnets so the look could technically pass as a boy, like an emo or fem kind of boy, but anyone could pretty much tell I was wearing girls clothing. This whole thing was extremely exciting for me and I hadn't touched myself or orgasmed in several days. In the morning I had several glasses of water and relieved myself at the beginning of the day but decided I would hold the rest of the day to add to my cross dressing excitement. I spent most of the day distracted in class, thinking more about how naughty it felt to be at school in girls clothes and wasn't paying much attention to the lessons. John, Luke and I all had the same lunch so we met up and went to the bagel shop and each had some coffee before heading back to class. I had a crush on both Luke and John. Today John was wearing blue jeans and skater shoes and white socks (just above the ankle) with a kind of tight grey t-shirt and Luke was wearing a black tank top with blue jeans and skater shoes with no socks (this was a huge turn-on for me because I also have a foot fetish; this was my favourite look that Luke wore because I also have an armpit fetish and the tank top let me scope his sexy armpit hair whenever he lifted his arms). Both these guys are clean shaven with very little body hair except around the crotch, underarms and a bit of treasure trail. My favourite. I was completely shaved head to toe except for my long girly hair and sculpted eyebrows. So when I saw Luke wearing my favourite outfit with no socks and me being cross dressed and building up for several days, I almost exploded right there in my cute little red panties. John was wearing grey cotton boxer briefs and Luke was going commando (it will become clear later how I came to discover this). I felt a spurt shoot out of my penis and a wet patch form in my crotch but managed compose myself and keep my excitement contained throughout lunch. However I did quite enjoy the thrill of reaching my hand down to feel the wet spot on my panties whenever no one was looking. After lunch we went back to class and I was starting to feel pretty desperate between the coffee and keeping well hydrated with water throughout the day. By the end of the day I was practically bursting. Among the most desperate I've ever felt but the class was held back a few minutes to finish the lesson and by the time I got out into the hall there was a lineup at all 3 of the washrooms between my class and the atrium where I was meeting Luke and John. When I got to the atrium Luke was already there waiting and he could sense my discomfort. "I have to piss worse than I've ever had to pee in my life," I told him, "but all 3 washrooms on the west side of school have lines and so does the one in the cafeteria." Luke admitted he had to pee also but not quite as bad. About a minute or two later John came down the stairs into the atrium looking not too dissimilar from me and exclaimed he was on the verge of pissing his pants. Now it was a pretty humid day and the armpits of his tight grey shirt had become soaked with sweat. Upon seeing this and hearing him describe the imagery of him potentially pissing his pants, my arousal shot through the roof once again and I felt my whole body tense up. I was feeling so naughty and excited from the girls clothes and being on the verge of wetting myself that I was almost certain I was going to have an orgasm right there in front of my friends and whole school. I started breathing heavily, I felt one spurt of hot semen jet out of my penis... then another... then... *phew* I caught my breath. I managed to stop myself from completely going over the edge. I was still a little embarrassed about how naughty and public everything felt and I turned pretty red. Luke asked if I was okay, John was too distracted by his need to pee. I shyly said I was fine and John said the east half of the schools bathrooms all had lines too so I said we had better just hurry to my place and we could all pee there before going to check out the abandoned house in the forest. We started walking quite briskly back to my house but it was a good 30 minutes away. The wet patch in my crotch felt pretty big and I wondered if it had leaked through my jeans but didn't dare look out of embarrassment. The wet patch teased at my dick and made it more difficult to hold my urine in my now swollen and near-bursting bladder but the arousal and the naughtiness of what had just occurred helped keep my mind off it. I remember every time I thought I was about to lose control I would send my mind back to how sexy I thought it was that Luke was wearing sneakers with no socks and think about his sweaty bare feet in those shoes. Finally we made it around the corner to my street and if I was at an 11/10 before, seeing my house made it shoot up to a 15. The 3 of us pretty much gave up walking at this point in favour of a full on sprint to my door, all the while declaring to each other which washroom we were going to run to. We run up my porch and slam into the door. I push the handle down... locked. Of course! I feel a gush a pee flood into my crotch and I squeeze my legs together and start running on the spot to stem the flow while I whip my backpack off and begin trying to dig through it for my keys. I managed stop peeing for a moment but once standing still again, trying to focus on digging through my backpack was just too much. Another deluge of pee filled my crotch, completely soaking my red cotton panties and spreading a dark patch wider and wider across my skinny jeans. The warmth spread into my butt cheeks and down my legs. The relief was indescribable. I must have had the biggest ahegao face my friends had ever seen. I shoved my hands into my crotch to attempt to stop the flow but it just burst through and I dropped to my knees and just completely let go in front of them. This might have been the greatest feeling in my life, certainly up until that point. The warm piss gushing out of me like a torrent, spreading through the panties and soaking the jeans completely down my legs and knees. The tingling of my toes in my fishnets and sweaty bare feet in the soft sneakers. My hands, still gripping my crotch began to instinctively squeeze as my hips thrust into them. Part of me was embarrassed about doing this in front of my friends but I was so overcome with pleasure that the animal instinct just took over and there was no stopping me. As if this wasn't enough, the sight of my relief became too much for John to handle, also seeing that I was no longer capable of getting my keys. A dark blue patch began to grow and spread around John's crotch. He squeezed his legs together and grabbed his junk in desperation but the wetness just kept spreading through his jeans, soaking his grey boxer briefs, down his legs, into his shoes and socks. All of this right in front of me and at eye level as I was now on my knees. I was in absolute heaven. John let out a huge sigh of relief but kept his hands in his crotch and legs together for the duration of his wetting even as a massive puddle formed at his feet and began to merge with my own. I think he still felt like he needed to give the impression that he was still trying to hold back at least until Luke looked at us both and said, "Well I might as well skip the toilet as well. You two look like you're having way too much fun anyway for me not to try this." (Luke had always been the experimental type and although he was straight, he and I often experimented together with different things). Luke being the only one who didn't burst uncontrollably just casually stood there and enjoyed the feeling as a smile spread across his face and his blue jeans grew dark and wet. He grabbed his crotch and moved his dick around to get a nice even spread and just enjoy the overall experience. Luke's casual attitude made John finally give up on maintaining the illusion of still trying to hold back and he relaxed and let the pleasure wash over him as a smile grew across his face. So there we all were. Me, cross dressed and with my two crushes in front of me. All wetting ourselves in front of each other and feeling a mix of pleasure, excitement, embarrassment and adventure. As my two comrades continued to empty their bladders I took satisfaction in the sight of seeing Luke's shoes fill with piss as it ran down his legs and covered his feet. I watched as John's socks started to turn a slight yellow. A few good thrusts was all I needed at this point to release the load I'd been holding back all day and had let build up over the last few days. Still to this day it might have been the best orgasm of my life. For a moment it also felt like I blacked out. It felt so good and naughty to orgasm like that in public on my porch in front of my friends (even though Luke and I had orgasmed in front of each other before) but I was too caught up in the pleasure and excitement of everything to feel embarrassed anymore. I don't know how much time passed as the other two just stood there taking in the feelings of everything with me on my knees. It felt like hours but surely it was only minutes. They didn't ask me if I got off but I'm pretty sure they knew or at least suspected. They were cool with it. After all that we still wanted to go through with the plan to check out the abandoned house and we didn't really need anything inside my house anymore so I unlocked the door and we dropped off our bags and headed out to the forest in our wet clothes. We passed by a couple people on the street who seemed to be looking at us and whispering (all 3 of us had very obviously pissed our jeans) but being together we didn't really care. The forest was only 5 minutes away and we began hiking through the brush in our wet jeans and underwear (those of us that were wearing underwear ). Now the abandoned house was a bit of a way into the forest, about a 30 minute hike or so and it started to rain, it looked like a pretty heavy storm was coming in. Half way to the cabin, John asked up to stop so he could take a piss again and Luke and I just looked at him and I said, "We're already getting soaked from the rain, just piss your pants again." "Didn't it feel pretty good anyway?" Luke added as he shot me a smirk. "Here, I'll go too." The 3 of us all pissed again in our jeans as the rain was pouring down on us. By the time we reached the abandoned house the downpour was torrential and we needed to take shelter inside the abandoned house. It wasn't falling apart or anything so we guessed it had only been abandoned a few years and there were obvious signs that other kids came here to party sometimes. We hung out and chatted about regular stuff for a little while waiting for the rain to pass but after about an hour the storm showed no signs of letting up and we all needed to pee again. This time we all stood together in a circle in the corner of the cabin and let go while checking out each other's streams. Luke and John definitely seemed into this at least to some degree and at least for today. After we all finished and sighed with relief, things took a bit of an exciting turn. Luke asked me if I was wearing girls panties underneath the girls jeans I was wearing. I shyly admitted to him that I was and he asked if he could see. I said, "Only if you two show me your underwear as well." Luke said, "I'm not wearing any," as he unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor, proudly exposing his piss soaked dick to me and John. "Fair enough," John followed and he too dropped his jeans but this time revealing some piss soaked grey boxers with a nice outline of dry cotton near the waistband to mark where they were wet. I unbuttoned my jeans, exposing my wet red cotton panties to the two of them and to my even greater surprise Luke asked if he could try them on. I agreed only if we could trade clothes and I could try on his piss soaked jeans and shoes. We traded shirts as well. I was completely in heaven getting to wear the jeans Luke was commando in all day and the sneakers his bare feet had been sweating in all day. Luke looked really sexy is my girls outfit too. John asked if he could try on my girls clothes as well and he and I proceeded to trade clothes and the 3 of us kind of took turns swapping and trying on each other's outfits. Through all of this I noticed Luke and John getting hard and we were all trapped in this cabin in the rain storm, it was all kind of romantic actually, but one thing lead to another and I offered to suck them off which they accepted and things kind of spiralled from there. I won't go into full detail on this because it wasn't really omo related anymore and I'm not sure if that's entirely appropriate for this forum but a couple hours later after the rain had finally stopped and our clothes were mostly dry, we began hiking back through the woods to my house. We had all swapped clothes so John was wearing my red panties, fishnets, skinny jeans, grey top and sneakers. I was wearing Luke's jeans, tank top and sneakers, no underwear. Luke was wearing John's clothes, socks, sneakers, underwear and all. On the way back we each had one final wetting in each other's clothes before heading back to my house. We swapped back into our own respective clothing and Luke and John started their walks home as the sun was setting. We all became even closer friends after that (even though we were already pretty close). Luke and John are still straight although there were a few more times we experimented together. A couple of those involved wetting and although Luke and John seemed to enjoy it they never really took it on as a fetish the way I did. This is still to this day one of the greatest omorashi and sexual experiences in general I've had in my life. It took a lot of work to write it all out in the level of detail I wanted to share as I wanted to take care to relate everything about the experience that stuck out to me and meant a lot. This whole experience shaped a lot of my fetishes and sexual life in general. I feel so lucky and blessed to have had an experience like this and it has convinced me that heaven truly is a place on earth. I hope you guys had as much fun reading this as I did recounting it and writing about it. It took a couple hours and I got a few good wettings in while I was writing. Wearing the same outfit I was wearing back then for nostalgia's sake. Here are some photos for you guys to enjoy as well (not the fishnets unfortunately, they didn't make it through the years).
  16. The Tales from OmoOrg Academy series will be a series of short stories following the lives and omo encounters of many different female students across the campus of a place nicknamed the "OmoOrg Academy", This is my first time doing something like this, so criticism is welcome! I Became a Slave to my Highschool Sweetheart! Chapter 1 Her black shoes quickly clicked against the floor as she rushed to the bathroom. Due to an unfortunate set of circumstances, she hadn’t gone since before dinner last night, and she was unfortunate enough to be forced to hold the quickly growing ache in her lower abdomen all day. It seemed like lady luck finally glanced in her direction when the teacher had let her out of class. Another minute, and disaster would’ve surely struck. Her whole body shook violently as she pressed her hands as hard as her arms would allow it into her uniform's skirt, expecting some sense of security for doing so. However, her attempts to help herself, or any sense of security she wanted would have to be put on hold, as the man she admired most in the school, had just rounded the corner. You see, Shuuko Yamase was one of the most popular girls in the school, and there was no questioning why. Her thick, orange ankle length hair, curvy gymnast’s body, and an enjoyable personality brought all sorts of people to her, and quite the same could be said about the man across the hall, Tani Kukuru. Shuuko had always had her eye on Tani since they had first met many years back, she kind of hovered around him whenever they were around each other, but this time she had to keep her distance. If she didn’t make it to the toilet right now, an accident would be inevitable. However, one thing that nobody knew about Tani, was that secretly, he really had a thing for girls desperate for the bathroom! He had just caught a glimpse of a girl, no, Shuuko Yamase!... acting desperately for the bathroom. Knowing their history, Shuuko would see his following move as just some of his own brand of flirting. Tani made an intimidating beeline across the hall right for Shuuko, and slammed both of his hands against the wall behind her, forcing her to face him. Upon their eyes meeting, her lips quivered, and her eyes trembled. She let out a soft whimper. “K-Kukuru-kun…” she started, hoping for mercy. “Yama-chan~..” he beckoned in a flirtatious manner. “What brings you out here where I may be waiting to meet you?” “Kukuru-kun… please…” she paused for a second, tensing up her muscles and whimpering audibly. “Let me leave… please…?” “Why? I’m just showing a little affection, is there somewhere you need to be?” Tani interrogated, he drove his hands closer to her , and closed the space between her. Shuuko sputtered and stumbled on her words, before moving her hands back into her skirt. Her face turned red, and her eyes began to well up with tears. Her legs began to tremble as she lost all of her strength. “Is there something important, Yama-chan?” he asked, as she slid down the wall and onto the floor. The hallway was blessed with a moment of silence before the squeak of Tani’s sneakers backing away from Shuuko echoed through the corridor. Tani looked down to see a large dark patch growing on Shuuko’s skirt. Shuuko quickly got up, looking like she was trying not to cry. She had just wet herself in front of her crush, a loudmouth with a huge friend circle. If anyone heard about this, her life would be ruined. Tani was fully enjoying the scene unfolding in front of him, but he had to make it seem otherwise. He cupped his hands around his face. “Oh my god. Oooh my god.” He feigned a panicked voice. Shuuko promptly got up, and snatched Tani by the collar of his shirt, she pulled him down a branching hallway, and into a maintenance closet. She gently closed the door. It made no noise. There was a dim light in the form of a dying lightbulb hanging haphazardly from the ceiling. From what Tani could make out, Shuuko, who already looked adorable enough to cuddle, looked much cuter with a large dark spot down the front of her skirt. Her sheer black tights now had a sort of shine to them, and her cute black shoes now squelched when she took a step, she had only wet seconds ago, so some pee was still dripping from her skirt, and running down her legs, making a small puddle where she stood. She remained silent for a second, her head faced down in shame, before looking up at Tani once again, tears rolling off her cheeks, and a red tint across her face. “Ku..kuru... kun…” she sniffled. “Please don't tell anybody! I’ll do anything!” she pleaded. Tani was taken aback, she probably didn't mean anything, did she? “Anything?” he confusedly asked. Shuuko meant it. She fell forwards onto his chest, not breaking eye contact, and held onto his shoulders. “Anything you want! Anything at all!” she begged. “I… lets just… hold on..” Tani mumbled. Shuko had known, and seriously crushed on Tani for for almost 10 years. She knew him as a reasonable and generous person. Any time someone was in a situation, he would defend their honor no matter how little he knew about them. She felt some ease inside, thinking Tani would let her off the hook, and perhaps help her out. Tani was already weighing his options. Oh, the things he could make her do! “I’ll.. keep that in mind, Yamase-san.” he said. Shuuko felt some sense of relief in the confused way he said it. From how she heard it, it sounded like more of a “this is too weird, I’m gonna repress this, Yamase-san.” She got off of his chest, and promptly slid her hands under her uniform's skirt, and into her crotch. She began to press her knees together, and stopping over and over again, occasionally lifting her leg and putting it back down. Tani sat on a damaged chair with no back. “Do you still have to pee?” He asked. “I managed to stop myself- ggh... pretty early…” “That doesn't answer my question.” Shuuko suddenly squatted, and quickly got back up again. “Nngh-! Y-yes, and still very badly…” Change of plans. The bunny suit would have to be put on hold. Tani leaned in, and got up. “Good, don’t use the bathroom yet, we will meet after school and I expect you to have not used it yet.” Shuuko’s face turned a bright red. “W-wh-what?! There’s- ngh!- still an hour and a half left of school!” “You said you’ll do anything I want.” He started, leaning in very close to her face. “I will make you do... everything. I. want.” Shuukos face turned an even brighter red! Who is this person? Is this the man she had been crushing on since elementary school? Did she really just give herself away to him? Is he serious? Tani leaned in, and gave her a slow kiss on the lips. And she instantly felt a tiny bit better. Yes, perhaps she was going to become a slave to Tani, but maybe it would be somewhat… maybe a little worth it, if those were the kind of kisses that he gave. “See me in the parking lot after school. No excuses. And you better be at least as desperate to pee as you are now.” “Y-Yes Tani-Kun…” She mumbled, nodding slightly. Even so… Only Tani knew just how hard life would become for Shuuko. And that made her feel terrified to the bone. Tani got up, and opened the door to leave. “And Shuuko.” he said, turning around to face her. “You will do what I say. Saving yourself from utter embarrassment relies on it.” Shuuko blushed, and nodded nervously. Still doing her little pee dance, which was the last thing Tani saw as he shut the door.
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