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

I haven’t pained in ages and finally have a few hours to spare…. Having done some work in the garden and consumed a significant amount of tea, I decided it best to be padded …. I also got some sample pads with my last diaper order and can only assume they are meant to be stuffed in a diaper…? So that’s what I did… Took a few photos and decided to write this before preparing the pallet. Already bursting and don’t think I will make it 5 minutes before soaking myself :)))

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

(Vivianne is wearing a light green, oversized hoodie. She has on shorts underneath it (can’t be seen) and fishnets with black boots) Seth had invited his friends Elliot, Reese, Vivianne, Lily, and Cameron to a party at his house. Little did two people in the group know that the others had a trick up their sleeves… Elliot and Vivianne had a crush on each other for a while now. Elliot had openly admitted it to Reese and Seth, while Lily managed to get it out of Vivianne. Vivianne was rather closed off and grumpy, but the others knew it was from insecurity. All of her jokes, no matter how harsh, she never meant, and they all knew that. Seth invited his friend group over, because he had a plan. They were all going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven, but he was going to put a little twist on it… leaving them in the closet for a few hours seemed good for some bonding. Everyone was having a good time at the group gathering, when Seth presented his idea of the game. The others (except for Vivianne and Elliot) were all in on it. Long story short, Elliot and Vivianne were now in a closet. Vivianne sighed. The seven minutes had been brutally awkward, seeing that neither of the two were doing any talking. Elliot was leaning against the wall, while Vivianne was checking a text on her phone. The seven minutes were up, but the door wouldn’t open. The two knew that it was locked from the outside, so they couldn’t get out until it was unlocked. After another minute of waiting, Vivianne slammed her fist on the door. ”Hey, Seth! Let us out dumbass! Seth!!” Vivianne shouted, but no reply came. It was like everyone had left… It suddenly hit her. This whole thing was a fucking set up, and now she would be trapped with her crush in a tight space for who knew how long. Elliot looked down at her, being the taller of the two. “Looks like we’ll be here a while…” He mumbled. Vivianne simply nodded, and tried to distract herself with her phone. She kept feeling small twinges in her bladder, but nothing too bad. Elliot was on his phone as well, and the two just were playing random games and doing who knows what for a while. Vivianne suddenly felt a random but extremely uncomfortable wave of desperation hit her, causing her hand to shake a bit. The 18 year old had a large, moderate strength bladder, but didn’t realize she had to go that much. Vivianne didn’t want to sacrifice her pride, so she said nothing about her need, hoping that the closet would open soon. There were a couple water bottles in the closet, and Vivianne was getting thirsty. She debated drinking some water, but then mentally scolded herself. She would be fine, it’s only a bit of discomfort. She drank some water despite her filling bladder, and went back to playing on her phone. Elliot was looking around the closet a bit, and wasn’t sure whether to make conversation with her or leave it. Another thirty minutes passed, and Vivianne was incredibly uncomfortable. Her bladder was heavy, and not moving or grabbing her crotch was making it very, very hard to hold in. A horrible wave of desperation suddenly hit her again, and this time Vivianne dropped her phone and grabbed her crotch, her face flushed from embarrassment as she squirmed. Elliot looked up, and the surprise on his face turned into sympathy. ”Do you want me to tell Seth to let us out now?“ He asked. Vivianne shook her head. “No, it’ll just make us trapped in here longer, and I do not need the rest of the group knowing about this. S-So keep your mouth shut about it.” Elliot felt bad for his friend. She was clearly so embarrassed… he wanted to assure her that it was okay. ”Vivianne, you don’t have to be embarrassed, okay? I-I really like you, and even if I wasn’t like having a crush on you, I still wouldn’t judge at all.” Elliot said. Vivianne looked up at him, and then she smiled. A genuine, happy smile. “Yeah… I-I like you too. A lot.” Elliot smiled. Vivianne stood up straighter, still holding herself. He leaned on the wall next to her, and tried to distract her with a conversation. While he was talking, Vivianne was still distracted by her very urgent need to pee. She could feel the slight bulge of her bladder against her arms, and her cheeks were flushed from holding in so much pee. Elliot texted their friends, and then groaned at the reply he got. ”They went out to the store and left us here in a closet… they’re like twenty minutes away, and driving back now.” Elliot said, clearly frustrated. Vivianne felt her heart sink. She could barely move with leaking, she would never be able to hold it in for another twenty minutes… but she had to try. Her waistband from her fishnets was pressing into her bladder bulge, making it more uncomfortable to hold. Ten minutes later, another wave of desperation made a huge leak escape her overfilled bladder. Pulling back on the pee hurt enough, and it sent trickled down her legs. Vivianne was shaking as she tried to keep in the large amount of pee in her bladder. Her bladder was rock hard. Elliot looked like he felt so bad, but didn’t know how to help her. ”Vivianne if it’s really hurting you, you can just go. There no need to be in pain. The others wont care…” Elliot said. ”Elliot I’m fine..” You could tell that Vivianne was tearing up from her voice. Elliot turned her towards him and hugged her. “Vivianne, just relax and go. Please stop hurting yourself, holding this much in is not healthy for you.” a couple trickles of pee went down her legs, and then it all just came pouring out. It quickly wet the floor, and poor Vivianne was peeing for at least a minute. She cried softly as Elliot hugged her, she was totally embarrassed. ”it’s alright. I’ve got you. Nobody’s going to tease you about it…” Elliot hugged her tightly. The closet door suddenly opened, and their friends looked at the two in shock. Lily spoke up first. ”Vivianne we’re so sorry!” She ran over and hugged her friend, the others following after her. ”I’ll let you borrow one of my sisters sweatpants.” Seth said, rubbing her back. The rest of the night was a movie night, and nobody spoke of the incident after that. Vivianne felt like she could depend on her friends more, but she was never playing Seven Minutes in Heaven again. - Afterwards - “I mean, technically, my plan worked.” Seth said to Elliot over the phone. ”You locked us in a closet for at least an hour, and she peed herself.” Elliot replied. ”but you two are together. Because of me.” Seth insisted. Elliot sighed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, dude.” (I’ll do more stories with this group later, also I reused a few names from my previous post)

Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)

View File Embarrassed Wet Neighbor Nicki is going to meet her friend but suddenly she needs to go to the bathroom. She is near her house so it’s not a problem. But the key doesn’t work and she can’t open the door. She is pushing and trying to open but nothing helps. Her desperation is so bad and pees herself in jeans shorts. She is very sad and embarrassed if someone see her wet. She decides to look for help and smokes to reduce stress. Her neighbor comes home and is very excited to see her desperate and wet. He can’t stand and touches her wet ass in shorts. He suggests help after Nicki will “help” him with his boner after seeing her in wet shorts. He asks her to wet her shorts again and make him cum on her wet ass shorts Submitter melikai Submitted 12/04/2022 Category Female  

First time trying my hand on writing a story here, english is not my main language so feel free to correct my writing this is basically a compilation of weird dreams and ideas i put togheter into a hopefully coherent story. Luna is in her last year of highschool and is 18yo as are her classmates ____________________________________________________ Luna was eagerly packing her suitcase for the next day as she was going to go on the yearly school trip, it was different than the usual trip though. She didn't know the specifics wich was already weird in itself but the school managed to get into a program that would pay for the entire trip including the train to get there, but get this, they're going on a freaking luxury cruise? For a school trip?? Food and drinks included! At school she and some classmates looked up the cruiseship wich was called "Symphony of the Seas" and frankly it looked too good to be true. It seemingly had everything on board from several pools, theatres, laser tag, arcade, a whole shopping street and it even has its own ice rink! The price must be insane, so how come this all comes togheter for free for a school trip? The only thing she knew is that it was started up by a big pharmaceutical company that gathered a ton of funding for a new line of medicine, and the students got to test it while on the cruise. At first she and many others were skeptical but her parents went over the legal documents and had to sign some forms and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, the medication had been trough loads of testing phases already and this was a last mass testing phase of what should be the final product. There wasn't much more to it, she packed mostly summer clothing as the weather reports were mostly positive but on sea it can be alot colder sometimes so she did pack for colder weather just in case aswell (shorts, shirts, skirts and her favorite dress, one sweatpants, jeans, swimsuit, some winter clothing for the ice rink, pj's, etc.) The school had informed her they would travel from the school to the station but they would make the trip in school uniform so she laid it out for the next day paired with gray leggings to go under her uniforms skirt. _____________________________________ The next morning Luna quickly ate some cereal and made her way to her school, she met up with her best friend on their usual spot. Chloe joined the school just this year only a few months ago but they became best friends really quickly. "Hey Chloe, nice on time?" "You bet, not missing this for anything in the world!" "I can't decide what i want to check out first once we arrive there!" They continued chatting about what they were planning to do first once they got on the cruise ship, as other classmates started to join aswell, everyone was excited about this probably once in a life time cruise they'll get to experience! Everyone started to gather around as they started to take the short trip to the train station. Luna thought it would just be a regular commuter train but when they arrived at the platform they were surprised with one of those long distance, high speed and more comfort trains! As Chloe gasped and pointed, "What the hell Luna look, we're getting in on first class!" as the first classmates started to enter the train. "How is this all possibly free?" Luna answered, as other students were talking just as excited and surprised as they were. "What kind of backing does this company have to send this many people for free on this cruise with this amount of luxury?" as she pointed out, the amount of people in total would be high on that ship, and oh yes, the entire cruise ship was rented and as far as Luna knew, they were all going for free. "Must be a pretty damn good new medication they're working on, maybe they cured cancer or something?" Chloe half jokingly said. They got their seats, wich was a 4 seater, Luna got a seat at the window with her friend on the other window seat as 2 other classmates joined them, Vicky and Selena. They happily chatted along until the teacher started to hand out pamflets with more information about the actual program they were in, curiosity spiked among the group of students as they eagerly started reading what this was all about. It seemed the teacher was surprised as well because even they didn't know what this medication was all about. Excitedly Luna started reading the pamflet: "This is a mass test that will lay the foundation of a new type of medication that could be used for almost any virus and/or bacteria as well as many other illness, cancers as well as chronic diseases and even genetic disorders(!) "I can't believe it's even better than what i said" Chloe remarked, "this is world changing if this is true" The medication works in a fundamentally different way as this type can be modified for a specific illness, once it targets the cells, virus or bacteria that's causing the issue the drug will activate it's healing procedure, once it does it will start removing the bad cells and create new ones. So how will this procedure work? Well the body will very simply start to secrete the bad stuff as it usually does, by urinating. To make sure the medication works, hydrating alot is of utmost importance! A side effect of this medication is that it works as a diuretic, if you don't hydrate enough the medication will simply stop working. The ones you'll be testing will be test variants with no actual medication or effects aside from the diuretic. As we have tried to find different ways to minimize the diuretic effect but to no avail we have now tried this from a different perspective. More info will follow when you arrive on the ship, you will get handed over the first dose shortly before entering the ship." "Hold on..." Luna whispered to Chloe, "They said to pack extra undergarments and pants/skirts, are you thinking what i'm thinking?" "You think the drug would be that strong we could end up having accidents??" Chloe answered. Wich Vicky joined in "Well... i mean... if i'm not the only one... i guess a few accidents isn't too bad if you get a top of the line cruise for it, no?" "So we only have to be carefull to go to the toilet frequently enough? Yo i can live with that!" Selena said while laughing. "i thought we might get like crazy side effects bad enough we wouldn't be able to enjoy the cruise, atleast that was my worry and actual guess what was gonna happen." Luna quickly went over the contents of the pamflet again, rereading every detail and she had to agree with Chloe about the apparent expectation of accidents to happen. Luna shivered realising what this meant... you see, already from a very young age she was intrigued by wetting. Wether it was wetting herself or seeing someone else wet themselves. Luna is usually timid and a bit more on the shy nature wich made her overthink alot of stuff regularly, in contrast of Chloe who's rather bold most of the time. When she was little she every once in a while did small spurts in her panties when she was feeling more daring than usual, or she peed in her swimsuit in the garden when her parents weren't looking. But she never actually had a full on wetting as she was too scared... Except maybe on one occasion. When she and her parents where out for vacation during the holidays when she was only 11yo they had rented a bungalow in the forests in a small village covered in deep snow, on the last day she was playing outside in the snow and later started making a snowman. She couldn't not make a snowman with snow like this! She was wearing winter clothing with thick snowpants with an extra layer of pants, snowboots and everything, so she was warm and cozy at all times when playing outside. She was making good progress but it was alot of work as time passed by her urge to pee started to increase. As she had drunk enough liquid before coming outside and on top of that her mom surprised her with hot chocolate milk while playing outside and now she really started to feel it in her bladder. The thought came to her how nice it would be to maybe do a spurt in her panties, or perhaps a few spurts even? It would be covered by her snowpants anyway and now that she started thinking of it... it could be more than a few spurts as this was the last day of the holiday, they would return home in the early morning tomorrow. She felt more daring today, maybe it was the holidays and being in a good mood maybe? She would shower and dump her snowpants and other clothes in her suitcase anyway once she went inside, and when she got home she would unpack it herself and dump it in the laundry machine as she would normally do anyway... Luna was overthinking it like she always does, this always happened and she would always bail out by overthinking too much... she continued building her snowman wich was slowly getting close to completion after about another 15-20mins, but her need started to increase more and the idea of releasing some in her pants started to creep up again. Her plan was perfect, even if she peed quite a bit she would get away with it so why not do it? She would probably regret it anyway if she didn't. Luna started to relax her bladder but like usually nothing came out even though she had to pee pretty badly at this point, the habbit of being used to sit on a toilet to pee ofcourse... She started to fiddle around with the head of the snowman and giving him eyes while she continued to relax her bladder and started to feel she was getting closer to release. She gave her bladder a little push as just a few drops went into her panties. Feeling safe with her snowpants on she quickly went for another push as a spurt seeped in her panties, she sighed from the feeling of her crotch dampening. She enjoyed how good it felt and gave another push, but this one was a longer spurt into her pants with warmth spreading in her crotch. She sighed again. Enjoying and relishing the feeling she's getting from this, her bladder got the message and started giving in, she was still relaxing and just when her pee was about to come out on it's own she stopped it. She had peed enough to make her panties wet, and probably enough to make a visible wet patch on the pants she was wearing underneath. She felt like she could relax at any time and let more out. She was getting second thoughts now because she felt her crotch was warm and wetter than ever before, even though she was really loving this feeling. The fear of getting caught crept up to her. She went over the plan again as she continued building the snowman, after overthinking it once again she was sure she wouldn't get caught and her bladder was signaling it wanted release. Luna picked up the broom she found earlier in the basement and put it on the snowman as she slowly started to relax again "a bit more wouldn't hurt" she thought, but this time she could feel her pee about to come out on it's own and this time she wasn't planning on stopping it immediatly. She felt a small trickle escape. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she let the trickle become a stream, she could feel her crotch warm up as the wetness started to expand. When she could feel wetness going down on the inside of her pants about halfway down to her knee, she came back to her senses, panicked and stopped the stream. Although... she didn't want to stop it as it felt so good. Luna was breathing heavily, a bit shocked that she had in fact pissed her pants at this point! She could feel her butt being a bit wet aswell, She started blushing at this point. She quickly checked her crotch and legs for any visible signs, she didn't see any but she could definitely feel the wetness! And she would definitely get caught if she would remove her snowpants and her parents could see her wet pants underneat. She knew what she did was bad and she would get in trouble if her parents would find out but she enjoyed the feeling so much and it didn't feel like it should be a bad thing actually, pee isn't disgusting anyway, she learned in school that it's even sterile. She continued finishing the face of her snowman. After a couple of minutes had passed (she was taking her sweet time as she was more focused on the wetness in her pants) she was pretty much done with her snowman and was decorating it a little bit with a hat and some other stuff lying around, she still had to pee and the warmth in her pants had faded away to be replaced with coolness. "i'm still wearing wet pants anyway, why not just do a little bit more and warm them up again" she thought, "no sign of my parents anyway" Luna was getting more daring at this point, as she spread her legs apart. She relaxed her bladder and started to push again. She let out a short stream in her pants, feeling the familiar warmth in her crotch once more, it came out so much easier than before she thought. As she relished the feeling again. She let out another spurt and another longer one immediatly after as she felt the warmth spreading down her legs... But it felt so good that she didn't want to stop... Just as she ended her last spurt she gave in to the feeling and with another sigh she relaxed, and this time she wasn't sure if she wanted to stop the stream anymore. She felt a shiver going up her spine as she realised she was contemplating to fully pissing her pants now. As there was no other sound in the vicinity she could start hearing the clear hissing sound of her pissing her pants, She felt pee pooling up in her crotch and spreading to her butt before cascading down her legs, she completely succumbed and relished the feeling of the warm wetness spreading as she felt herself fully emptying her bladder in her pants. Standing with spread legs in the middle of the yard in the snow, she let out a barily audible "aaah" while standing next to her snowman. The hissing slowly died down and her stream subsided as she pushed out the last few drops of pee in her soaked panties, she shivered, feeling the warmth and wetness spread trough her pants, all the way down between and on the back of her legs, she could now feel alot more wetness in the front and on her butt aswell. "best feeling ever" she thought while she started to blush. Luna got a massive grin on her face as she realised what she had done, she couldn't believe she had completely pissed her pants like a toddler. It wasn't even an accident, she did it fully on purpose. She could've went inside at any moment and used the toilet, it's only 2 freaking doors! She closed her legs again and pressed them togheter a bit to feel the wetness, before starting to make her way to the front door of the bungalow. As she made her way inside the warmth in her pants was starting to fade away and so was her euphoric feeling, the fear of getting caught started creeping in... after all she didn't intend to fully wet herself at first... Very aware of her very wet and soaked pants but she had checked for any kind of wetness before coming in and luckily she couldn't find any signs, when she met her mom in the kitchen:"I finished the snowman! please go take a look and tell me what you think?" as her mom was doing the dishes and said: "sure sweety, why don't you take off those winter clothes and snowpants and go sit with your dad in the sofa, we're gonna start a movie in a little bit." Luna panicked and her mind started racing "Is it ok if i first take a quick shower so i can put on my pj?", wich her mom replied "hmm, you could do that later aswell sweety, i think i heard your dad saying you wanted a snowball fight with him before we go home? So why not take a shower after that" Luna's heart skipped a beat. "I think i'm done playing with snow for today mom" After a small silence wich felt like an eternity she replied with, "your loss sweety, you know we don't often have this chance, but sure go take a shower" Luna quickly bolted out of the kitchen for the bathroom and felt like she reached the finish line of "getting away with her soaking pants" she tought as she closed the door of the bathroom after her. Her mother continued putting away the dishes as she leaned a bit to the side and over the counter just as she did a few minutes earlier to glance out of the window, if she leaned in like this she could just see the snowman outside, what Luna didn't realise is that her mother did this from time to time to check up on her when she was building the snowman. She could swear she had seen her daughter zone out a couple of times and afterwards what seemed to be checking her crotch? It started to dawn on her when she saw her daughter put on the hat on the snowman, spread her legs and just stood there for atleast a minute, maybe two. She could swear, if she didn't know any better that her daughter had deliberately peed her pants while making that snowman. For that reason she mentioned to remove her winter clothing when she came inside to see her reaction, and her panicked reaction had pretty much confirmed her suspicion that her daughter had soaked her pants. She grinned but decided to pretend she didn't see anything. Kids...

View File Wetting shorts in the shower. Wetting shorts in the shower. Submitter Tinkle01 Submitted 12/02/2022 Category Female  

View File Soaking shorts by the lake. Wetting on a park seat by the lake. Submitter Tinkle01 Submitted 12/02/2022 Category Female  

View File Stop! Stop! Stop! Too late! Sorry I wet myself in your car Daddy. Submitter Tinkle01 Submitted 12/03/2022 Category Female  

Hey guys this is the third story in my series. It’s much shorter and more to the point than previous ones! Enjoy! ——————————————————— Caitlyn was collecting her things, preparing to leave the bar she was spending the night at with her friends. “Hey are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home, Caitlyn?” Her friend asked. “Oh noo! I am totally fine don’t worry about me! My apartment is near i’ll be there in a flash.” Caitlyn said. “Well you had much to drink, and besides there are rumors that a monster lurks in the dark alleyways after midnight and preys on solo venturers. And it’s half an hour past midnight now. I just wanted to keep you company and make sure you’re safe.” Her friend said putting a hand on her shoulder. “Ohhh it’s probably just a hoax, i don’t believe any of that none sense! Monsters don’t exist!” Caitlyn said waving her hands dismissively. “Yeah you might be right.” Her friend said nodding. “Alright excuse me now i am gonna run! I really need to pee too i drank too much! I can’t believe the bar’s bathroom is under maintenance at a time like this!” Caitlyn said with disappointment in her eyes. “Alright take care, Caitlyn. And just text me when you get home.” Her friend said worryingly. Caitlyn then rushed out of the bar door and began walking towards her home. She was wearing pretty tight short denim shorts, a white blouse and white sneakers. She started shuffling towards an alleyway that she’s supposed to go through to reach her apartment at the other side of the street. It was pretty dark and she instantly remembered her friend’s words. She looked around carefully but there was nothing. “Pfftt.. what am i doing! There certainly isn’t a monster lurking around here.” Caitlyn said sarcastically and started moving slowly through the dark alleyway. Suddenly she saw the manhole in the middle of the alleyway slowly opening. She stopped her advance feeling goosebumps all around her body. Her bladder seemed to have ached harder for a release in her nervousness. She immediately grabbed her crotch. “Uhh.. probably someone doing maintenance in the sewers.” She said dismissively in order to calm herself down. With a hand over her crotch she started to resume her advance slowly walking close by the opened manhole. She peeked inside but it was dark and she couldn’t see anything. As she finally seemed to relax and shake her head denyingly while proceeding through the alleyway, a giant hairy hand with black claws emerged from the manhole immediately grabbing her leg. She started screaming in her shock and what scared her even more is when she looked down at her feet and realized what’s holding her down. A giant ambiguous hairy clawed hand. Without any warning her bladder began leaking its contents into her shorts. She started uncontrollably wetting her denim shorts in her fear. A small wet dark patch started expanding on the front then quickly expanded around her butt. She screamed some more as the urine stream grew stronger and it started leaking from both sides of her legs; Flowing down her bare legs and onto the monster’s hairy hand. The monster didn’t budge and kept holding her legs pinning her down. She looked around quickly and reached for a broken pipe on the wall. She grabbed it and started hitting the monster’s hand while screaming. The monster finally let go, and as soon as it did Caitlyn trampled on the ground. She immediately looked behind her to find the monster somehow squeezing out of the manhole like a cat. She was mesmerized and couldn’t move a muscle in her fear. The monster finally came out. It was gigantic standing tall and wide over poor Caitlyn. Its entire body was covered with thick gray hair. Only a pair of red eyes appeared in that mess of a hair. Its dark claws growing longer and longer as it growled at Caitlyn. Somehow something this big as this monster could fit through something as small as a manhole. Caitlyn couldn’t hold her bladder anymore in her terror, profusely pissing the remainder of her urine in her shorts and all over the ground beneath her creating a puddle that expanded to the monster’s hairy feet. As soon as the monster looked down at Caitlyn’s puddle touching its feet Caitlyn made a run for it. She crawled backwards quickly and somehow stood up and gained her balance running outside of the alleyway and screaming for help. She heard distant sirens and started screaming for them to stop. “HELP PLEASE!! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!!” The police car pulled over and saw Caitlyn running out of the dark alleyway with urine soaked shorts and a urine trail behind her as she screamed and cried. They quickly pulled her behind them and looked towards the dark alleyway. “What’s wrong? What are you running from?” The policeman asked. “A.. a.. a monster!” Caitlyn said between her sobs. Both police officers looked at each other and laughed. “A monster you say?” One policeman said sarcastically. “What’s the situation.” A voice over the radio said. “Uhh not much, we found a girl running soaked in her own urine saying that she was chased by.. a monster ha.” The policeman said. “Oh it’s one of those days ha.” The voice over the radio said. “Yup she’s probably drunk, we’ll have a look and then get her back home.” The policeman said then pointed a gun towards the alleyway as he walked slowly inside looking around with his partner. There was nothing. No sign of anything around. They pulled Caitlyn with them to have a look. She found nothing and even the manhole was closed. “See anything here that says monster?” The policeman asked. “Wha..what.. that can’t be! I swear there was a monster here! It was hairy and had these terrible eyes and giant claws!” Caitlyn said in her disbelief. “Ehh.. you probably had too much to drink tonight. It’s obvious from that wet patch on your shorts.. seems like you already expelled that liquid.” The policeman said as he looked down at Caitlyn’s wet shorts. Caitlyn was embarrassed and immediately covered her shorts with her hands. Was she actually really hallucinating? The policemen took her to the police car and put her in the backseat to give her a ride home. “I.. i am sorry i made your seat wet..” Caitlyn blushingly said. “Eh it’s fine, you’re not the first. This seat had seen a fair share of wet pants. Mostly drunk people like yourself and other people who are too afraid when they get arrested that they just piss themselves.” The police officer said. Caitlyn then looked one last time at the alleyway to confirm that there was nothing as they drove off to her house. And there really wasn’t. She believed that these were hallucinations after what her friend had said. She drank too much after all and it was probably the after effects. ‘I am home and you wont believe what just happened to me! I totally just soaked myself in fear! I think your story got to me and i imagined a monster grabbing me in an alleyway. You wont believe it but two officers found me and escorted me home. I sat in my wet shorts the whole ride it was really embarrassing!’ Caitlyn texted her friend and then went for a hot shower to relax. - - - Two men were standing in what seemed like a futuristic office. They both wore black fedoras and black coats. One of them was bald and he seemed disappointed. “Could you explain why didn’t you record the incident at the alleyway near the bar Mr. Rashi?” The bald man asked. “Well.. i am afraid it didn’t appear on the timeline i am following, Mr. Omo.” Mr. Rashi said. “Elaborate.” Mr. Omo sharply said. “It seems like when Amy came out of the backrooms she unknowingly created multiple anomalies, being the sole survivor of the backrooms the realities couldn’t apprehend it. Multiple rifts started to appear all around the globe unleashing different backrooms entities into the world. Thus the monster in the alleyway case.” Mr. Rashi explained. “Hmmm i see.” Mr. Omo said while nodding. “I believe that we will have much more random fear wetting incidents right now that deviates from the original timeline. This will make our work much harder. I no longer have an established solid map of the original timeline.. there are a lot of deviations happening even right now.” Mr. Rashi said. “Fine. Come Mr. Rashi. There is much work to be done.” Mr. Omo said as both men leave the office in a haste. - - -

Hello again! I have been in the mood to write another story, this one another solo. It’s not something I remember as well as the others though, so I have to admit that I embellished it a bit and filled in the blanks in my memory, so it definitely straddles the line between an experience and fiction. I’m not quite sure where the mods draw the line (or if it’s really that big of an issue), but I put it in here because it’s based on a real experience and this is where I’ve put all my stories so far. Sorry if it seems exceptionally disjointed by the way – I had to stop writing suddenly but wanted to post what I have. Also – if anyone has any requests for things to me to write about, please do ask! Whether its types of experiences I’ve had or a fictional story idea, I’d appreciate the feedback and inspiration! When I was in university, I had a really good friend that lived about 15-20 minutes away from my apartment at the time by foot. I’d walk over fairly frequently, and we’d usually chat and watch TV until late into the afternoon/evening, and I would end up walking home around 10 or 11 when I started getting sleepy. I wanted to write a story about one of those times! This afternoon (I can’t remember the day – probably a Friday or Saturday?), I’d spent most of the afternoon with my friend watching who knows what. It was fairly warm that day from what I remember, so I’d definitely been drinking water throughout the day, and I remember my friend giving me a cup of sweet tea that evening. If you’re not familiar with “sweet tea” in some parts of the US, it’s basically sugar with a bit of water and tea flavoring in it. I remember having to wash out my mouth with an entire bottle of water just to get the taste out – it was way, way too sweet for me! I guess all of this is a long way of saying that I drank a lot over the afternoon, and didn’t really go to the bathroom. I remember tending not to use the bathroom at this friend’s house – he was a great friend, but let’s just say his housekeeping skills needed some work. I remember falling asleep on the couch as we were watching something longer and older – Golden Girls maybe? – thanks in part to the drink or two I’d had that night. I remember my friend gently shaking my shoulder to wake me up, and I instinctively stretched to wake myself up. I stopped after a second or two as I noticed a stretching pain in my abdomen. It vaguely registered to me that I had to pee, but I wasn’t really awake yet. I talked with my friend a bit, I think he just told me I’d fallen asleep and it was late. “I guess I should go home,” I yawned and stood up, still groggy. I shifted back and forth a bit, feeling the fullness in my stomach. “Want to use the restroom before you go?” he asked as I finished off my drinks. “No, I’m good,” I said reflexively as I yawned. “Okay,” he said, in that kind of “if you say so” sort of way. We hugged, and probably chatted a bit in the doorway, but not that long this day – it was pretty warm. I remember giving my friend a hug and feeling the pressure on my bladder get even worse, but I was still groggy. As soon as the door shut and I turned around and began walking through my friend’s apartment complex, it finally set in. “Shit,” I whispered to myself, and stopped walking down the stairwell I was on. I looked down at my stomach, and you could clearly see my stomach bulging through my white t-shirt. A gust of wind made my shirt flutter around a little bit, and it clung to my stomach. “Damn,” I found myself thinking. “I look really fat right now.” I’m not sure why that, of all things, was my biggest concern right now, but it was. I looked down at my shorts – they were skinny, well fit and (just my luck) light grey/blue denim. I remember wearing a belt, but not what kind. I definitely remember wearing white briefs. I looked down at my stomach, then up at the road I had to walk down to get home. It wasn’t too busy this time of night, but there was still some traffic, and I was too far away to see my apartment complex. I turned and looked back at my friend’s front door, wincing a bit at the pain in my stomach. For a second, I almost turned and went back to his door to ask to use the toilet, but something about the pain in my stomach flipped a switch on me. There was suddenly some part of me that absolutely loved the pain I was in, and even more loved the anxiety I felt, knowing that I might not make it back. Some part of my brain thought to the rest of me, “Do it, b!tch, start walking home,” and the rest of me shuddered at the thought, suddenly awake and alive. How bad would it hurt? Would anyone notice me squirming or walking home funny? Worst case, what if… I didn’t make it? Before even half of that had crossed my mind, I found myself down the flight of stairs and walking off towards the street. I stuck my hands inside my pockets and walked determinedly towards my apartment. Walking wasn’t popular where I lived, so the roads didn’t have well-maintained sidewalks. Hitting the uneven pavement definitely played havoc with my walking, and my bladder too. I felt around my pockets to see if I could reach myself, and I just barely could. When there weren’t oncoming cars, I was rubbing my finger up and down my shaft over my briefs. It worked before long, and I got hard enough to help me have to pee a little bit less. The problem for me, though, is that I can get myself mentally worked up pretty easily, and I knew if I went past edging myself, I’d be seconds away from soaking wet pants. I couldn’t help but imagine it, how good it would feel, both to let go and to cum, and I had to stop. I felt very, very close to cumming in my pants, right there on the sidewalk. I stopped walking and kept my dick pointed off to one side, my hand cupped over it in my pocket to keep anything from touching it even slightly. I felt like even a brush from my shorts would set me off right then. I tried to stand stock still, hands cupped in my pockets, slightly bent over at the waist, and wait to be … less aroused, I guess? While I was standing there trying not to think of sexy things, it occurred to me that the longer I waited, the more pain I would be in, and the more likely I would be to wet my pants before I got home. That thought did not help me calm down. As I felt myself closer and closer to cumming, I froze in place, squeezed my eyes and tried to think of the most un-sexy things that I could imagine. I tried to block out the sensation of something working its way through my shaft … and just barely splash into my underwear. I’d just barely avoided cumming in my pants, but I hadn’t come (hahah) out unscathed. I could feel a patch of slimy wetness on my underwear, and once I’d gotten more control of myself and the feeling of cumming had almost completely gone, I realized I’d better get walking again. I’d wasted several minutes with my plan to edge myself for relief, probably doubling the length of my walk home now. “I’d better get going,” I thought to myself, “and I’d better leave it alone.” As I kept walking over the unkempt and uneven concrete, I felt my bladder feeling strangely inflated (not just in the “about to piss myself” way), and even worse, a little numb, like my muscles were beginning to quiver. “You’ve got this,” I tried to convince myself. “You wanted this, you can do it. You will hold it.” That was when I got to the hardest part of the walk. There was a gap in the concrete where there was a drainage ditch that ran under the road. It was too long to just step over, and I can’t remember why, but I couldn’t walk across the road – maybe there were just too many cars. My only option was to jump across the ditch, and I did not want to. I stood there for a few seconds with my hands balled up in my pockets, but I thought about the time I’d already wasted with my edging idea, and knew I’d better bite the bullet. I backed up a few steps, ran a few steps back away from the ditch, and started to run. I jumped as hard as I could just shy of the ditch, and landed on my feet, trying to bend my knees as I landed safely on the other side to cushion my landing. It didn’t totally work. As I hit the ground, a sharp pain shot up and through my bladder, strong enough that I stayed bent at the knees rather than standing up. I clenched my muscles closed as hard as I could, but a shot of adrenaline ran through me when I felt a spurt dribble out of me and into my briefs. The adrenaline plus the feeling of my wet underwear was electric, and I felt myself nearing the edge again despite not even being hard. I stood there with my fists in my pockets again, trying to back myself away from the edge I’d just jumped on to. A couple cars drove by me, and I had to wonder what they thought I was up to, and what they’d think if they knew I was probably minutes away from pissing myself (or… something else). I remember squeezing my fists together and grunting to hold back a contraction from my bladder that was incredibly difficult to resist, in multiple ways, but I held on, determined to make it back and not have everyone driving past me see me with soaked shorts. I was incredibly tempted to grab myself through my pocket to keep myself from leaking anymore, but I knew that if I did, I’d probably lose control in a different way. I kept walking determinedly towards the entrance to my apartment complex, and I think I managed to make it without really leaking, at least too much. I definitely remember there was a part of my brain taunting me, teasing me about how close I was to losing it and how I might not make it back dry. Or rather, that I’d make it back less dry than I already was. There were two street entrances to my apartment complex, one off the street I was going down now, and another in a kind of side street that was maybe another half mile or mile and around a corner from where I was walking now. I finally made it around to the front of my complex (I couldn’t see the front because it was walled in with a pretty big wall), and I just about pissed myself then and there when I saw that there was construction at the main entrance that had started since I’d left. I stood there for a while looking for a way to walk through the tape, construction equipment, whatever was there, and I remember I couldn’t find a way to use the entrance. I don’t remember why exactly, just that I couldn’t. I felt a tiny drop of piss leak out of me again, and I took that as a sign to get moving – I had a long, long walk ahead of me. I felt my stomach sink, and part of me knew that I would not make it. I just had to piss too badly to make it back to my apartment going the long way. I was sweating as I walked, my white t-shirt clinging to me, and my hair clinging to my forehead. I’d walked past the front entrance to the complex, and couldn’t help but look back, to see if there was any path in that I’d missed, since I’d never walked this way around the complex before. I was ecstatic to see a possible way in – it turned out that there was a dirt mound that ran up the other side of the wall, as if they had to dig out part of a hill to make the complex, and I could walk right up to the top of the wall. I didn’t know what was on the other side, but I knew I had to get in that way. I walked quickly up the side of the hill and peeked over the edge. I swallowed nervously. There was a drop on to some grass, but the drop was longer than I was tall. I knew I had to, though. There just wasn’t another way I even had a chance of making it back dry. I sat on the top of the wall for a moment and grabbed myself through my briefs and pocket and took a few deep breaths. I knew I could easily lose it doing this, but I still thought it was my only hope. It was about here that I got the idea to record myself doing this, and took my phone out of my pocket and held it in my left hand after starting video recording. I grabbed on to myself with my right hand, winced a bit as I felt my briefs go squish with wetness and make my pocket damp as I grabbed them, and I shoved off of the top. I landed on my feet, cushioned my fall by bending my knees again, and for a second everything went black as a bolt of pain radiated out over my entire abdomen from my bladder. As the world came back, I felt my hand get even wetter, and squeezed, hard. I felt pee build up in my shaft, but with nowhere it could empty to, I stopped the leaking relatively quickly. I looked down at my pants in horror, and there was a wet patch about the size of a baseball or two off to the side where I was holding myself through my pocket. I felt more in my shaft, though, and knew I was kind of screwed when it came to letting it out – I pointed the camera at my crotch and relaxed my fist gently. I tried to soak up what was in there with the fabric of my pocket, but I felt some running over my balls and knew I would have some wetness between dripping down between my legs now. I looked and, sure enough, another baseball sized wet patch was between my legs, and my underwear felt soaked to boot. But now that I could walk without holding myself and leaking, I started power walking over to my apartment building. Unfortunately, I was actually on the other side of the complex from my apartment, and in an area I’d never really had any reason to walk through before. I walked past the first set of apartment buildings (I was trying to walk between them rather than along the walkways to save time) and ended up in some courtyard. I looked around and tried to find my way out. While I was, a few more drops found their way out as my bladder contracted. I groaned to myself as the only exit I could find was back towards the entrance to the apartments, and just started power walking there. I probably looked like I was a wreck at the time – I was sweating way too much for the temperature outside, my shirt was clinging to my torso (and bulging stomach/bladder), and my pants were damp in a couple places. I brushed my hair back out of my eyes, not really caring what I looked like anymore, aside from not wanting to wet my pants even more. I kept walking briskly and could see my car and apartment off in the distance. “Not much longer!” I thought to myself, and I could feel a sense of relief float through me at the idea that I’d mostly make it. I barely noticed a guy walking past me, a few years older than me I guessed, and definitely cute – someone I would stop and try to talk to, in different circumstances. As it was though, I think I just blushed furiously and leaked a bit more into my shorts just before I passed him. I noticed him definitely looking at me, and worse, smirking while giving me a look-over from head to toe, probably with my wet crotch and bulging stomach in between. I looked down at my pants once I’d walked by, and my crotch was actually dryer – the wetness had kind of spread out and dried a bit in the warm weather – but there was a noticeable wet spot between my legs. I blushed again, knowing he must have seen it, but kept powering on to my door, which was starting to be just in reach. I couldn’t get that guy out of my head though, and the same part of my brain that told me to walk home without peeing first started mocking me. I couldn’t get past the fact that I’d just walked by someone in probably visibly wet pants – my heart started pounding and I walked faster, as fast as I safely could towards my apartment door. Along the way, there were dumpsters with three-way walls part way around it, with the front open for people to toss in garbage. You couldn’t see through the fences (they were solid, made of wood) and there was some space behind them, between the dumpster and the fence. My heart was racing, and as I just passed by one of them, my brain told me I had to turn back and get back there, I was just freaking out too much. I did a quick 180 to go back to the dumpster and panicked even more when I saw the guy from before in the distance, walking back towards me (he had gone to get his mail or something, I guess?). I dashed into the little fenced off area behind the dumpster with my heart pounding and body tensing and shaking, worried he’d seen me go back there. But it didn’t matter. Once I was out of view of him, a huge wave of tension wracked my entire body, and without feeling it, I started pissing full blast into my shorts. I stumbled, barely able to hold onto my phone and take the few more steps to get fully hidden. I groaned as I heard the pee hissing into my pants and fall down my legs onto my shoes. I fell onto one knee as I got behind the dumpster and grabbed onto some metal/concrete pole thing to keep myself from falling straight onto the ground. I hoisted myself up to sit on the pole, still pissing myself, and just spread my legs, tucked my feet back behind me, and tried and failed to stop the inevitable. I was shaking like crazy as I watched my light denim shorts get more and more soaked, and listened to my pee splash onto the concrete. I snapped out of it just enough to think that the guy I walked past would hear the splashing. I panicked more, and kind of shoved myself off of the pole with my feet. I landed on my knees, a bit painfully, with my legs spread and feet back, continuing to piss myself. I lay my back against the pole and gave in. I heard the slight trickle from my pants, like a tiny little fountain or faucet or something, and my heart started pounding as I heard footsteps approaching me. I tried as hard as I could to stop peeing again, but I honestly just couldn't. It was like trying to move a muscle I didn’t have. I cupped my free hand over my mouth and nose and listened as the footsteps got closer. My heart pounded out of my chest as the footsteps were right on the other side of the dumpster and stopped for a while. I squeezed my eyes closed as they stopped and walked around out front. I was sure I was going to be found out, having completely soaked myself behind a dumpster. I felt my entire body release tension as I heard a pling of garbage being tossed into the dumpster, and the steps moved on. Somehow, I started pissing myself even more, and collapsed forward, bent over onto my elbows, my head between my arms. I just stayed there, shaking occasionally, as my bladder finally emptied. I watched as the puddle I was making started soaking the concrete and flowing down to the grass. Once I was done, I got back up onto my knees and sat on the pole. I felt a squish as I sat on my wet pants. I looked at myself for a while – thanks to all the positions I’d been wetting myself in, my shorts were completely soaked as far as I could see, and my t-shirt was soaked from me sweating with the effort of holding it in. I felt so much lighter and thinner now that my stomach wasn’t bloated with whatever I’d been drinking that night, and just that feeling alone was amazing. I couldn’t help but want to see the damage on the inside. I unzipped my pants and undid my waist button and belt, and held my shorts open slightly. I immediately got hard when I saw that my white underwear had turned almost completely transparent. I was already getting hard as I zipped myself back up, feeling the texture of my underwear and jeans rub against me as I got harder. I re-did my belt – much easier now, I’d noticed – and as I moved my pants redoing my belt, I rubbed just enough to start exploding in my pants. I clamped my mouth and jaw shut to stifle the noises I couldn’t stop myself from making, and tried to steady myself on the pole as my vision closed in. My free hand flew to my crotch to rub myself and get the most out of my orgasm – if I was going to soak myself behind a dumpster, I may as well have fun doing it, right? I was pumping incredibly, almost painfully, hard, and even managed to feel the splashing in my already soaked underwear. I have no idea how long I kept going for, but I know I had to sit there for a minute or two afterwards – the whole thing was just utterly exhausting. If you’ve never held until you genuinely lose control before, it really does take a lot of energy, even more than a really hard work out. When I finally got my wits back, I checked the damage. My pants were almost completely soaked except for the sides of my thighs. My t-shirt was soaked and transparent up to part of my stomach, at least in the front. My shoes and socks were damp and a little squishy, but I think I’d managed to spare them the worst of it. Lucky for me, I thought, I was too wet to immediately look like I’d pissed myself, because my shorts seemed uniformly wet. My heart was pounding in my chest as I peeked around the dumpster, checking to see if the coast was clear, first out the front of the little enclosure, then out to the sides. Lucky for me, I didn’t see anyone. I started running over to my door, just a hundred feet or so away, and blushed again as I felt my wet shorts rubbing against my thighs. I ran over to my enclosed stairwell, and relaxed as I was out of sight of the public again. I got out my keys and shot over to my apartment door (where I was visible to everyone again), and opened it as quickly as I could, hiding behind the door the instant I could. Before I closed the door, I looked around … and burst out laughing to myself as I saw the guy from earlier in front of his apartment, looking right at me. I blushed furiously again and shut the door. Now that I was alone, it was time to clean up. After a bit more fun, of course!

sorry I haven’t written a story in a while. I didn’t really find any inspiration. Things in my personal life got busy too. But writing this story was a lot of fun. “When’s Olivia coming?” Gianina asked “She’s alway late to like, everything” Addison said. Tonight Addison was hosting a sleepover at her house. She hadn’t had a sleepover hosted at her house before. Considering her parents were on a business trip she thought that there was no better time then today. She invited her best friends. Gianina, Chloe, Jesse and of course Olivia who was running late to sleepover. Olivia always ran late to planned events. A lot of the time this is because of her being unprepared. Her style of waiting until the time she needed to leave then get ready has lead to some unfortunate bladder related accidents. When the girls where trying to pick a movie to watch they heard a knock on the door. It was Olivia. “I like, just woke up right now” Olivia said as she walked through the door. Her forehead was sweaty but even after running to Addison’s place, her blonde bangs and hair were looking perfect. She even had black eye shadow on which went perfectly with her black and red pajamas. Addison was looking like she always did. She didn’t dress up. All she did was put on pajamas which, to her was just black sweat pants and a grey sports jersey. “Come in” Addison told her. “Why are you wearing makeup to a sleep over?” Gianina said to Olivia. “I wear makeup everywhere. It’s a habit” Olivia answered Gianina was a short black haired girl who usually wore her hair in a bun or pony tail. She only wore booty shorts and an old top that barely fit. She was usually the one who got the group of friends into trouble. Naturally when the group was picking a movie Gianina picked a horror movie. Not With out protest from Jesse though. Jesse got scared pretty easily. She could barely watch a horror movie because more than half the runtime she had her head buried in her hands. All you could see was her brow hair covering her small body. She wore deep blue pajamas the traditional kind that Olivia was wearing accept it was just solid blue. Chloe on the other hand was a big horror fan. Barely any movie scared her. On the contrary she was very jumpy. The only way you could scare her is by surprising her. So the girls started the movie anyway. It was only about an hour and fourty five minutes. By half way through the movie Jesse was on the verge of tears with her head buried in Chloe’s lap. Chloe was acting like a mother to her right now. Still managing to make her laugh while she was so scared. It was pretty sweet. On the other hand Addison was almost falling asleep resting her head on Olivia’s shoulder. She didn’t find the movie that scary. She wasn’t really tired either. She just wanted to be close to Olivia. Barely five minutes later Jesse had recovered enough to look at the screen. It was a tense part. But right as she started to think nothing was gonna happen, there was a jumpscare. Everyone jumped and Addison and Gianina Screamed. But Jesse had it much worse. In her fright her bladder muscles had gone numb. Once she had collected herself she realized. She just had a small accident. It showed through her pants. The wet spot was about the size of a mug. She reached her hand down and felt the damage. She looked up at Chloe. She sat up, making sure to shield her eyes from the screen. “Chloe I had an accident” Jesse told her. Chloe looked at her with a calm expression on her face as a strand of Chloe’s dirty blond hair fell onto her face. Chloe lifted Jesse onto her lamp. Chloe was much taller compared to Jesse who was pretty small for her age. When Jesse was on her lap she just hugged her. She always thought of Jesse like a little sister. Eventually Chloe reached her hand under the blanket and felt Jesse’s butt. It was wet. She expected her to do this going in though. She knew her too well. They both stayed like that for the rest of the movie. “That was pretty bad” Gianina said. “Your the one who suggested it though” Said Chloe “Doesn’t mean I can’t have my own opinion. This is a free country” Gianna responded. “Whatever. Let’s go downstairs and play some video games in my room” Addison said. Her room was in the basement since her house was a bungalow. “Chloe what now? I don’t want them to see, y’know” Jesse said with the brightest red face. A couple more drips of pee slipped during the movie. It didn’t help that she kept trying to watch it and she had to go really badly. “Here, come with me. We’ll go to the bathroom up here.” Chloe said as she lead Jesse to bathroom. They walked into the bathroom. Chloe opened all the drawers until she found what she needed. A hair dryer. “Show me where the wet places are.” Chloe asked. Jesse turned around and spread her legs. Chloe started blow drying. “You sure you didn’t pee a little more when you were on my lap?” Chloe asked. “It was really scary and I had to go bad!” Jesse exclaimed. Alright that should be good. No more wet spot.” Chloe said as she left the room to go downstairs. She figured she’d need a couple more minutes to figure out her underwear situation. As Jesse sat there blow drying she thought about why she kept leaking. It wasn’t really because of the movie. It was because she had her head pressed up against Chloe’s breasts. While as Chloe thought of Jesse as a little sister, Jesse thought of Chloe like a girl who was out of her league. So that was the first time she got close to her in that way. Chloe headed into Addison’s room followed by Jesse and was met with immediate arguing. “I this your guitar?” Gianina said pointing at the wall mounted electric guitar. “Yeah. And it costs more than you so don’t mess around with it.” Addison responded “Let me play.” Olivia said as she took it down carefully. She started playing it perfectly. Addison was entranced watching her play. Her beautiful blond hair covering her strumming pattern. “I didn’t know you played” Addison said. “I guess I’m just full of surprises.” Olivia said as she smiled. A couple hours had passed and Jesse, Gianina and Chloe had fallen asleep. Addison and Olivia were still awake though. They were sharing funny stories with each other. They enjoyed each other’s company. “Wait. Have you ever like, pissed yourself?” Olivia asked her. “There was one time like, a year ago. I was in class and the teacher said I couldn’t go to the bathroom because it was just the beginning of class. So I was holding it so hard. But I peed my pants and my chair.” Addison said while laughing. “Have you ever had an accident?” Addison said as she sat down on the bed Olivia was on. “ Not since I was a baby. I’m not like you going around peeing everywhere.” Olivia said laughing. “You better not tell anyone you jerk.” Addison said quickly. The two kept laughing until they woke Chloe up. “you guys need to keep it down it’s 3 am.” Chloe said as she stumbled out of the room. Twenty minutes past and Chloe still hadn’t come back. At this point Addison and Olivia were lying side by side in bed. “I think she fell asleep in there” Addison giggled “This is a bad time to mention this but... I really really have to pee.” Olivia said in a timid voice. “Why don’t you just go up stairs?” Addison asked. “It’s to scary after watching that movie. I’d pee my pants as soon as I step up there.” Olivia answered with her cheeks turning pink. The two kept talking while Olivia was fidgeting with her legs. She felt like if she stopped she would have peed in Addison’s bed. Chloe walked back into the room looking more tired than ever. “Did you fall asleep?” Addison asked. Olivia was to desperate to tell jokes and Chloe didn’t even answer she was so tired. “Are you gonna go now?” Addison asked “Can you please come with me? I’m to scared.” Olivia asked with an embarrassed look on her face. And so the two sat off to the bathroom. Almost as soon as they left the room Olivia felt a ping in her bladder. She leaked a little bit into her panties. “I don’t know if I can walk any farther I have to pee so bad.” Olivia said as she buried her sweaty hands deep in her crotch to relieve pressure. They kept walking anyways. They were right at the door of the bathroom. But suddenly Olivia bent down and stopped walking. “Addison- I can’t stop it. I’m gonna pee myself.” Olivia said. As she said it, her panties started to become soaked. The wetness quickly spread to her but rolling through her crack and soaking through her underwear and making a wet stain on the butt of her pajamas. After that it trickled down her thighs soaking her pants on the way down. Eventually what was left of the stream dripped down her ankles and on to the carpet. As the stream stopped she dashed into the bathroom. Not before Addison slid through. She sat on the lid of the toilet as her jaw trembled and her pants lightly dripped. “Addison I’m so sorry about it I swear!” Olivia said while feeling her wet crotch. Addison didn’t know what to do. She sat down on the counter and looked at Olivia wet pants. She didn’t know how she felt. “Come here.” Addison said opening her arms for a hug. Olivia got up and hugged Addison. But Olivia felt a weird wetness on the front of her thighs. Addison was peeing her pants. Her crotch was right on top of Olivia’s leg. The pee soaked through Addison’s pants. It was the biggest wet spot she had ever seen. It was even bigger than Olivia’s. They both stood there in soaked pants. Addison reached out and felt Olivia’s thigh and all the pee on it. She looked into Olivia’s eyes. Before she knew what was happening Olivia was kissing her repeatedly. “I love you” Olivia said. “I love you more” Addison said. It was the most confident she’d been all night.

*POTATO WARNING* [sorry for poor quality] 7211319.mp4 Tagline from Thisvid: "Sexy woman wets her jean shorts, plays with her pussy and lets out another good flow of piss" - For those of you who are into a lot of talking about wetting, beeing wet, how much you like to watch, beeing told to masturbate, this is the video for you. (well, she talks alot....) Enjoy! 7211319.mp4

Elevator Emergency Miranda’s day had started off with no indication that it would take the turn it did. She showered, combed her long, red hair, and got dressed. Today she wore a green t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts that fit her shapely figure nicely. She had been in a hurry because her alarm had not gone off this morning so she didn’t have time to use the toilet before grabbing her large water bottle and her belongings. On her way to campus she heard an email notification that she decided to check when she got to campus. Her morning coffee started to hit her bladder about halfway there, but she didn’t think too much about it, figuring she’d go when she arrived. Arriving on campus, Miranda grabbed her book bag and as she got out of her car, she checked her phone and saw the email from the university saying “Due to maintenance on the university plumbing, some facilities may be unavailable for the day, we apologize for any inconveniences caused by this”. She sighed, squeezing her thighs together. Her urge to pee had grown slightly, but wasn’t much of a worry. She hurried to her first class. As she did she passed by a bathroom that had a sign “out of order please do not use”. While in class, she was so busy taking notes she forgot about her bladder. She drank half of her water during the class. When the professor dismissed the class she stood up and then felt a small twinge. She was starting to really need to pee. Squeezing her legs together briefly, she hurried to her next class. As she did, she saw the restroom again, she was tempted briefly to ignore the sign and go in but decided against it. As she was writing in her next class, she finished her water. By the end of the class, she was unable to fully ignore her bladder, and had been sitting with her legs crossed as her need to go increased. Her next class was across campus and as she made her way to it, she found a working fountain to refill her water bottle. As she filled her water, she squeezed her thighs together. “Fuck” she whispered under her breath, “I have to pee”. As continued to her last class of the day, she passed by another restroom and saw a girl frantically trying to get into it, while openly holding herself. Glad she didn’t have to pee quite so badly she carried on, pulling up on her shorts to help her hold it. Her last class ticked by very slowly. Her urge was increasing rapidly, but not thinking she would take an occasional drink from her bottle. As much as Miranda tried to focus, her rapidly filling bladder caused her difficulty. She had her legs crossed tightly as she shifted in her seat, one hand between her legs. She looked around the room, to see if anyone would notice her holding herself and noticed several classmates apparently struggling with their own bladders. Her eyes locked on one person in particular, sitting towards the back of the room was the girl she’d seen trying to get into the restroom. The girl had clearly not found her way into the toilet based on her face, the way she bounced in her seat, and her hands jammed between her legs. The desks being arranged in a semi-circle for the seminar gave Miranda a clear view of her desperate classmate. Miranda felt her bladder twinge sympathetically as she looked away. 5 minutes before the class was over, Miranda was squirming in her seat, holding her crotch as she looked at the clock, mentally willing the professor to end the class so she could try to find an open restroom. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a gasp and an “oh no!” She looked over and saw the girl open her legs and yelp before clenching them together, but not before Miranda saw a wet spot spread on her panties beneath her skirt. Just on cue, the professor dismissed them and Miranda watched as the poor girl dashed out of the room, grabbing her crotch, whimpering as she left a trail of small, yellow puddles on the floor behind her. Miranda groaned and grabbed her crotch as she imagined what the girl was feeling. As she left the classroom she saw the puddles in the hallway larger than in the classroom. As she headed to her car she saw the girl outside the restroom door. The poor girl was trying so hard to get in as pee streamed down her legs. Miranda felt a wave of desperation, causing her to cross her legs where she stood. Miranda decided the best course of action was to head to her apartment. So she hurried to the car as fast as she could, doing her best to hide her desperation. She saw a couple large wet spots on the concrete of the parking lot, knowing that some decided to relieve themselves outside because it hadn’t rained in weeks. She got into her car, and grabbed her crotch, groaning, she said aloud “I have to piss so fucking bad”. She strapped into her seatbelt, grunting as it pressed into her now-bulging bladder. She pulled out of the lot, glad that she didn’t live far. Her glee was short lived when she saw the bumper to bumper traffic crawling slowly ahead of her. “Damnit!” She said, one hand on the wheel, the other between her legs, rubbing her pulsating urethra as she wiggled desperately in the seat. Her bladder throbbed as she moved at a snail’s pace with traffic. She was hit with a small wave of urgency that made her bend forward and groan. Thirty minutes passed before traffic began to move at a steady pace. “Finally!” She breathed. When Miranda finally pulled into her spot in her apartment’s parking are, she didn’t bother grabbing anything except her phone and half full water bottle. She hurried into the lobby and got into the elevator, pushing the button for floor 10. Before the door could close, someone stepped in with her. It was her neighbor, another university student whom she had enjoyed several chats with before. Oh no, I don’t want him to know how badly I have to pee, this is embarrassing she thought to herself. Doing her best to look natural, she smiled at the attractive, brown haired, man. “Hey” he greeted, with a smile that made her giddy “heading up?” She pressed her thighs together subtly and nodded. “Yep, how’re you?” She said, hoping small talk might help to hide her desperation. “Can’t complain, ready to get to my apartment, it’s been a long day.” “Yeah… me too.” The doors closed and the elevator made it’s way up. She looked straight ahead, watching the red LED numbers began to tick up to her floor, and relief. A pang from her bladder caused her to shift her stance. She looked down and saw that her bladder was bulging to the point that her shorts were squeezing it. She glanced at the man standing next to her, I hope he doesn’t see how badly I need to go. Just as the thought crossed her mind, a loud clanging sound came from above and the elevator shrieked to a dramatic halt. “What the hell?” He exclaimed, trying various buttons to no avail, including the emergency call one. “Fuck, do you know the number to call for this?” He asked Miranda, who was cursing the situation mentally. “No, I don’t, how long do you think before we get out of here?” She asked, hoping her desperation didn’t show in her voice. She felt her hand go to her bladder but stopped it, refusing to show her desperation. “Well, I hope it’s soon, That freaking plumbing issue on campus meant I had to hold it all day!” Miranda nodded her head. She tried to look casual as she crossed her legs, trying to look casual. “I kinda need it too tbh” a good while passed with no change other than her stance and how badly she needed to pee. After about thirty minutes, she looked over and saw he was grabbing himself through his jeans, gritting his teeth, sweat dripping down his face. Looking at her, he remarked “I’m sorry, I have to piss so badly right now, I…feel like I’m going to lose it any moment” his words caused her own bladder to protest, causing her to to tighten her thighs. He clearly was desperate. Suddenly he cursed and a short hissing sound reached her ears. He grabbed himself with both hands and bent double. “ I, I’m starting, to” she knew what happened but had an idea. She briefly forgot her desperation as she took her water bottle, not sure what else to do with the remaining water, she chugged it then handed the empty bottle to him saying. “Here, use this.” He reached a shaky hand out but paused, desperately he asked “You sure?” She nodded, and he quickly took it, thanking her as he hurriedly unzipped his pants. She turned away before he took out his cock. A moment later, she heard him sigh and suddenly a loud hissing of liquid rapidly hitting the metal interior of her bottle. A wave of desperation struck again at the sound of him relieving himself. Grabbing her crotch with both legs, she thought of the accident she saw earlier, and the mental image caused her to gasp as she felt two small spurts leak into her panties. She clenched her thighs together, bent forward, knees bent, one hand at her crotch. The sound changed as the pee filling her both it more pee. She could smell the urine. She glanced to him and saw him, eyes closed in rapture, then her gaze drifted downward and she saw his cock, piss gushing from the tip, into her bottle. She was now both desperate and slightly aroused. She heard the stream slow down and turned away. After a minute, she heard him sigh, followed by the sound of his zipper. She looked over, her crotch pulsing in desperation. He handed her the bottle, saying “I’m sorry, it can’t hold anymore in it, thank you so much.” He’d screwed the top back on. She took it and felt the urine slosh inside it, thinking of the urine she was holding. She set it down and groaned, now holding it openly. “I guess I don’t have to be embarrassed but I am bursting still! Ha” she felt the rest of the water she drank catch up to her bladder, now bulging to the point her khaki shorts were riding up. She groaned and crossed her legs, bouncing in place, and wiggling her hips desperately. “I’m sorry…i just had to go so bad that I was about to piss myself completely!” She groaned at the last three words. “It’s fine, can’t really go into a bottle anyway because we’ll, she gestured to her crotch, before grabbing it again. He nodded and blushed. She noticed he was watching her and she blushed and looked back to the elevator door. She felt another wave of desperation and yelped. A large spurt of urine shot into her panties, followed by another. A wet spot blossomed on the crotch of her shorts, she bent double, trembling as she regained control. The wave subsided a bit as she glanced back at him. She couldn’t help but glance to his crotch and noticed that he had a bulge. Was he, aroused. She didn’t think long before her urge intensified and she yelped. The squatted down, grabbing herself as tight as possible as another huge spurt jetted out of her urethra, causing the wet spot on her crotch grew. “Fuuuuuck” she was red in the face, sweating and trembling from the effort, as she looked to him, “I really don’t know how much longer I can hold it” her eyes were watering with embarrassment and desperation. He looked around and pounded on the elevator door yelling “HEY WE’RE STUCK IN HERE! Help!” But nothing happened. Miranda yelped as several large spurts of pee escaped. The wet patch grew, and spread across her butt, some pee going through her shorts. She regained control, her legs trembling, deciding then not to wait anymore she stood up, bladder screaming for relief. “Turn around, I’m going to pee on the floor.” He turned, and she squeezed her legs together tightly as she frantically undid her belt. She undid her buttons and had to pause to grab her crotch, she felt a pee leak through her shorts into her hand, the patch grew again. She tugged her zipper, ready to let go right away, but the zipper wouldn’t budge. “Noooo” she said loudly, her voice shaking from desperation. “It’s stuck!” She tried to force the shorts down but Miranda’s large hips prevented that. Her legs trembled as she grabbed her crotch, her bladder spasming against her. The man turned and saw her. “Here, let me try!” She nodded, moving her hands as he tried to get her zipper down, to no avail. Her bladder convulsed again and she felt another gush escape. She felt her control failing as leaks escaped. Suddenly the elevator dinged. The doors opened and she hurried out, grabbing her crotch and hobbling as fast as she could while holding. She got to her apartment, then realized her keys were in her car. “No no no” she leaked again, and felt a couple drops trickle down her legs. She felt a hand on her shoulder, her neighbor spoke softly. “Come, you can use my bathroom, i have pliers for your zipper” she whimpered and let him guide her to his place. She was so focused on not losing control that she couldn’t enjoy his touch. They got to his door, and he opened it, closing the door behind them, he said “hold on, I’m going get the pliers, I’ll be right back.” She nodded, crossing her legs as tightly as she could, both hands once again grabbing her crotch. She felt the large wet patch. Looking at her shorts. The she saw that the urine darkened a football sized potion of the front of her shorts. Suddenly her bladder convulsed again and a large amount of pee shot out, she cried out as it streamed down her legs, wetting her socks and some streamed through the fabric, onto the floor. On cue, her neighbor returned, pliers in hand. She managed to stop peeing herself and he led her to the restroom, the sight of the toilet, so close yet not immediately available, made her groan as her bladder throbbed. She moved her hands as he latched the pliers on to her zipper. She used all her strength to keep holding without her hands. He tugged a few times. As he tugged, Miranda gasped, tears streaming from her eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she whined. “Don’t worry, hold still” she’d been squirming desperately. He rest a hand on her thigh, and with a large tug, the zipper finally gave way, but the force caused her to topple forward, and they both ended up on the bathroom floor. She was on top of him, face to face and she felt how hard he was, his Erection poking her. She quickly stood up, running to the toilet. She was leaking back to back as pee streamed through her shorts, the wet patch growing on her shorts, spreading across her butt and front from her crotch. She hadn’t completely lost it yet. She got to the toilet but of all things. Her shirt had tangled into her belt loop. In her rush that morning, she hadn’t noticed. Her shorts would not go down. Crying, she frantically tried to untangle her shirt with one hand, her other grabbing her damp crotch as leak after leak kept coming. Her legs trembled as she turned, her efforts to hold only slowing the leaks. He rushed over to help, tugging her shirt up. She let him, grabbing herself again. She kept desperately wiggling as spurts of pee hissed out of her. Then, she lost control. The pee gushed forcefully out of her, splattering onto the floor. Her bladder convulsed. Pee streamed through her shorts and down her legs, gushing out of her with a powerful hissing sound. She tried to regain control but to no avail as the pee gushed through her fingers. He watched as his beautiful neighbor lost control of her bladder, unsure what to do, he turned her around so she was over the toilet. Pee hissed out of her as she tried desperately to stop it. She was crying as she fought her bladder, and apologized through her tears. “Hey, just let it out, it’s ok.” Miranda looked at him, eyes watery and desperate as she managed to somehow regain control. “I..am good now… I think..” she started to stand up but then the largest wave of desperation yet hit her and she yelped. He was surprised at how strong the stream was. It burst out of her as she sank down to sitting fully clothed on the toilet. Miranda gave up trying to stop it. The stream gushed forcefully through her shorts, hitting the floor in front of the toilet as she sighed shakily. The relief felt amazing. She felt the warm wet patch spreading and going up her shirt. The sensation of pee flowing out of her felt almost orgasmic. He watched as she peed all over herself and his bathroom. The way the patch spread over her crotch as pee cascaded out of her, no longer hitting the floor but still hitting the toilet with such a loud hiss, drove him wild. He could see her blue laced panties where she had her shorts undone. Miranda has never peed so much before. As her bladder emptied all over, she sighed in embarrassment and relief. She couldn’t believe she was wetting herself right in front of her neighbor in her neighbors bathroom. Finally the stream started to slow down, and Miranda began to sob as she looked at her soaked clothes. She looked up as the last of the urine trickled out of her urethra. Her neighbor had a weird look on his face. “I am so sorry about this, I, I can clean this up if you wa-” she trailed off, seeing a longing in his eyes. Her pussy throbbed, as she managed to untangle her shirt. His erection became much more obvious as he undid his jeans. Miranda stood up, letting her pee-soaked shorts fall to the floor, kicking her socks and shoes off before stepping out of them. He dropped his pants and before she could think, their lips were locked together, and she was grinding against him. He could feel her wet panties as she rubbed against his shaft through his underwear. He pulled away and said, “let’s get you out of those wet clothes, you can wash them here and have them clean by tomorrow”.

A while back, some old friends of mine were reminiscing about our senior year field trip, which sparked an idea for a story. I didn't get around to finishing it at the time, but went back recently and did so, so I thought I'd share in case it's enjoyable for anyone else. My senior year, our school celebrated the graduating class by taking them on a trip to an amusement park. Personally, my ideal senior trip would be a day to stay home, but the day turned out much more interesting than I anticipated. We arrived at our school earlier than usual to load up on school buses. Despite it being the end of the year and summer, it was slightly chillier than usual that morning and people huddled together drinking their warm coffees. I would have done the same with my friends but we were assigned to buses in alphabetical order and I was quickly separated from them when the buses arrived. By some quirk, none of my close friends had last names close to mine, so I walked into the school bus alone and grabbed the first seat I saw that was empty, which was in the middle of the bus by a girl named Jocelyn. We didn’t run in the same crowd but she was considered a rather nice person and quickly smiled at me before turning back to her two friends sitting behind her. Despite the trip being nearly two hours to get to the amusement park, our school could only afford school buses, which there was some grumbling about. Certainly, a coach bus would have been nice to nap in. I looked around to double check if I knew anyone around me well enough to talk to them. In front of me were two rather catty girls I wanted nothing to do with and they wanted nothing to do with the rest of the bus, immediately going on social media and only talking amongst themselves. Across from them, diagonally to the right from me, was a girl I barely knew and her friend Leslie. Leslie was a wavy-haired girl known mostly for her academic achievements, but her baggy black jeans and unassuming top hid a more curvaceous body than most knew. I wasn’t close with her though and shifted away from my perverse thoughts and looked across the aisle. Imani sat closest to me with her boyfriend on the window aisle. Imani, an athletic Black girl who was both academically gifted and one of our star athletes, wore a school button-up - maybe she forgot we could dress casually, maybe she actually wanted to rep our otherwise rather unpopular school - and tan shorts and was already immersed in a playful argument with her boyfriend. Next to me, Jocelyn was kneeling on the seat so she could see above the back as she talked to her friends. This gave me a moment to admire the attractive, popular girl from her straight dark hair to her midriff, exposed between her white crop top and her high waisted blue jeans, to the curves of her ass due to her tight jeans. I also noticed all three girls sipping coffee from their thermos and a hint of a thought entered my brain… but I pushed it aside and pulled out my own phone to pass the time until we took off. As we started to move, I put away my phone to avoid carsickness and dozed for a bit as those around me chatted with their friends. By the time I really woke up, we were probably just under thirty minutes away from the amusement park. I noticed first that Jocelyn had stopped talking to her friends and was sitting quietly next to me, thermos empty and a little hunched over. I didn’t think too much about it at the moment and glanced around. Imani was sitting quietly as well, her legs crossed tightly and her rather strong muscles flexed. Her boyfriend was asleep and leaning against the window. Leslie’s foot was tapping the floor of the bus as she continued talking with her friend, and I finally allowed a thought to percolate to my brain - I had a feeling these girls who had chugged their coffees were in need of a bathroom. Not exactly the most brilliant deduction, but this was an exciting thought for my perverse brain. However, as I did not want to be known as a pervert, I quickly pushed these thoughts aside and focused on looking ahead to see where we were. Soon, though, movement in my peripheral vision to my left made me look over. I was greeted by the sight of Jocelyn bent over, both hands shoved in her crotch, and legs crossed tightly. I was unsure if it had to do with her desperation or her posture, but her bare midriff bulged slightly as she bounced her legs. It was undeniable what was going on. Jocelyn saw me looking and smiled weakly. “Sorry… I have to use the bathroom…” I tried to look comforting. “No worries, we’re almost there. We should have had coach buses with bathrooms too, but our school was too cheap I guess.” She nodded in agreement but was too focused on holding to respond further. I glanced around in order not to stare. Leslie had fallen silent as she continued to tap her feet while Imani rocked slightly as she hunched over with her legs crossed, her hands gripping her legs as she held them tightly in place. I looked back and Jocelyn was still hunched over, but her hands were out of her crotch and now tightly holding onto the edge of the bus seat. I was surprised she pulled her hands out, but the reason for it became clear as I heard a quiet “pfft.” Jocelyn blushed and focused on staring out the window, refusing to find out if I noticed as I smelled the relatively subtle fart. She was gripping the seat to press her ass into the seat, clearly needing to go both ways. A moment later, she squirmed as she pressed her ass down, but the focus on her bowels meant she must have leaked, because a wet spot the size of a coin appeared on her light blue jeans right where her crossed legs met her crotch. Soon after, a rather large bump along the road caused the wet spot to glisten, darken, and expand. Jocelyn looked down and tried her best to hold on, but at this point I could see the wet patch glisten and expand every few seconds. I was fascinated and frankly, immensely turned on watching and didn’t even pretend to be looking at anything else as I stared at the patch growing from just her crotch to halfway down her thighs. At one point, a spurt was long enough that I saw a puddle form before seeping down between her legs. Jocelyn had her eyes closed at this point and a trickle had begun running down the bus seat and onto the floor, though the puddle was small enough that no one else noticed yet. Unfortunately for Jocelyn, the bladder release did nothing for her bowels, and I heard another soft fart followed by a momentary crackle. Jocelyn involuntarily grunted as she leaned over harder, arms now holding her stomach. The scent of her burgeoning accident, still subtle, wafted to my nose and I wondered how there would be room for her escaping bowels as she ground her ass ever harder into the seat. The focus on her bowels clearly took her concentration away from her bladder as well and I heard a growing trickle as she began to pee in earnest. Her thighs glistened and the puddle beneath her grew in size. My own shoes were now dangerously close to her puddle, though I made no effort to move my feet. The trajectory of her urine trickling to her ass before running off the bus seat and dripping off the edge to the floor meant my own pants were safe from her accident. She finally looked over at me, knowing there was no hiding her accident. Her eyes watered a little with shame and embarrassment. “I’m so sorry… I couldn’t hold it…” I really did feel for her in that moment and instinctively put one of my arms around her shoulders. “Don’t worry about it… it happens. I’m not judging at all.” She stiffened under my touch momentarily but then relaxed, leaning her head against my shoulder. However, with my arm around her shoulder, when we went over another bump, I accidentally pulled her closer to me. The left side of her ass lifted off the seat for a moment and a louder fart escaped this time. She buried her face on my shirt in embarrassment as I heard her finish messing herself, the rest of her load escaping in one final woosh. She stayed leaning to the right to avoid entirely sitting on her load and looked up. “What am I going to do… we have to get off the bus soon.” I took my arm off from around her shoulder and took off my red school sweatshirt, revealing a plain t-shirt underneath. I handed it to her. “Wrap this up around your waist… Keep it for the rest of the day.” She hesitated. “Are you sure? They’re going to get dirty…” I nodded. “I don’t mind. Seriously.” She took the sweatshirt and gave me a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. She blushed again. “Sorry… you probably don’t want a kiss from a girl who just had an accident.” I looked her in the eyes. She had no idea this was doing the opposite of grossing me out. I didn’t have any words but instead kissed her chastely on the lips. I didn’t want to overplay my hand, but in that moment I thought the brown-eyed girl was one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. I had my own embarrassing bulge in my pants I hoped she hadn’t noticed. She, however, was busy being surprised by my kiss and returned with a deeper one and we made out for a minute before she pulled away and said, “We’re pulling into the lot…” I looked around and saw we indeed were outside the amusement park. I also looked to see if anyone noticed us, but everyone was preoccupied admiring the park. Imani was still desperate to go, and it seemed her boyfriend had just woken up and was trying to comfort her as well as she doubled over with her hands in her crotch. When she pulled her hands out, I noticed a small wet spot, easily visible on the light tan shorts. I remembered Leslie was desperate as well and to my surprise, saw a similar puddle to Jocelyn’s at Leslie’s feet. From where I was sitting, though, Leslie’s black jeans seemed to give away no other sign that she had wet herself already. For a moment I wished I had witnessed the wetting directly, but making out with Jocelyn was worth it. The bus soon parked outside the main entrance and Jocelyn stood up, wrapping the sweatshirt around her. She showed me her behind before turning back and asking me, “How does it look?” The sweatshirt fully covered the wet spot and presumable bulge that was there. Given the seated position, the wet patch was likely contained to the seat of her pants and her upper thighs. On the front, the wetness was minimal as she was seated, though if the ends of the arms of the sweatshirts moved aside, one could see a clear wet spot on her crotch and a little bit on the thighs. I said, “You’re in the clear… just keep the sleeves of the sweatshirt where they are now.” The bus doors opened and people began to exit. I watched Leslie keenly as she stood and could just faintly tell the seat of her pants was darker than the rest of her black jeans. Another surprise revealed itself as she took a step towards the exit. The black jeans were not skin tight, but when she walked, a slight bulge was revealed and I realized she must have messed herself as well. To do so subtly and quietly… I was impressed. Imani was next to step out, and before her boyfriend could shield her rear end, I saw a wet patch the size of a fist and her ass was also clearly tightly clenched. They quickly stepped off the bus and I let Jocelyn off, walking behind her as an additional layer of protection (much like Imani’s boyfriend). We lined up at the entrance, waiting to be waved through by security. Jocelyn’s friends made small talk with her and myself as we waited in line, but they could tell Jocelyn was more reserved than usual and generally left her alone. The conversation did give Jocelyn some confidence, though, that folks weren’t going to immediately notice her accident. Leslie’s own accident was less and less obvious as her jeans dried in the sun, the temperature much warmer than the morning. I still glanced over for glimpses of the hint of a bulge that revealed itself when she stepped forward. Leslie’s refusal to show any awkwardness over her accident was just as much a turn-on as Jocelyn’s accident. Meanwhile, Imani was struggling much more as she hadn’t had much release on the bus. From behind, I easily saw when trickles escaped and ran down her thighs. First, one went down her left leg to the back of her knee. Next, another escaped on her right side as the left trickle grew to her ankle. A few steps further up and both trickles grew and droplets appeared on the pavement. Her boyfriend kept his arm around her, comforting her, but she couldn’t help as she began to wet herself in earnest in spurts. Her tan shorts were clearly wet, with a sort of triangle below the wet circle that occurred when she was on the bus. Her downfall came a few steps later, though, when I saw a bulge appear in the seat of her pants. Despite her tightly clenched ass, a load was clearly escaping regardless. It was first the size of a couple knuckles, but it soon grew to a golf ball, then a small orange. Each growth led to renewed peeing and she was leaving fist-sized puddles on the pavement now. I stared, fascinated by the way the bulge grew and how she peed in symmetry with her bowels. Her shorts showed clear pantylines, and the full cut panties she had clearly chosen at least paid off in containing her growing accident. A few others behind us almost certainly were watching the accident as well, but I couldn’t see Imani’s face from behind. I imagine she was mortified and I felt a pang of guilt for enjoying the show. After a couple more minutes of waiting and more leaks, Imani finally completely released. A loud fart escaped - loud enough to cause Leslie to turn around in surprise, finally noticing Imani’s accident - and the bulge seemingly doubled in size in just a couple seconds. Piss flowed freely down Imani’s legs, creating a sizable puddle on the asphalt. Leslie immediately went to comfort Imani, along with her boyfriend and Jocelyn. Leslie whispered something to Imani and Jocelyn pointed to my sweatshirt around her waist. Imani then took off her button-up, revealing a sports bra and her muscular abs. She wrapped the shirt around her waist the same way Jocelyn wrapped my sweatshirt and it did genuinely do a good job at hiding her accident. Since she had shorts, once she wiped down her legs a bit with her hands, the staining was concentrated in a small area. Her bulge was large enough I could tell while staring even through her shirt, but few would look that closely. I imagine it was a strange experience for the three girls to walk through the metal detector with accidents in their pants, but of course that did not set off any security and they were waved through, the guards likely not even looking closely enough to notice their accidents. However, once inside, a teacher confronted Imani. Ms. Boone was known as a rule follower and a mean teacher, and she immediately began telling Imani to put her shirt back on, claiming a sports bra was against school policy. A back and forth argument ensued, drawing a small crowd of our fellow students. Finally, Imani, in tears, took the shirt from around her waist and around her shoulders instead, revealing her accident. Ms. Boone made no comment on the accident and merely smiled smugly, stating, “Now you’re in dress code.” Ms. Boone walked away, her own tight windbreaker and black leggings showing off her own curves. Her walk even seemed condescending, and students in the crowd whispered to each other. Many came up to comfort Imani, calling Ms. Boone a bitch and other names. I, for one, was glad public opinion was on Imani’s side and it seemed no one judged her for her accident. Her boyfriend soon pulled her away from the crowd, though, presumably to help her clean up. Leslie, too, made a beeline to the nearest bathroom. I turned to Jocelyn and asked, “Should we go get you cleaned up?” Jocelyn nodded. She turned to her friends. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you later.” Her friends gave me a lingering look then smiled at her and walked away. I’m sure they thought we were escaping to hook up and that explained her newfound attention to me… Little did they know there was something else she had to take care of first! I said, “A bunch of students are going to the closest bathroom, let’s find one further away to get some privacy.” She nodded and we walked in silence through the park, not even looking at the rides. My sweatshirt did a good job of hiding her accident, though, and no one paid us any mind. We found a bathroom tucked away in a back corner of the amusement park and even better, it was a single occupancy bathroom. She stepped inside while I stood outside, not wanting to overstep my bounds. She turned around. “Would you mind… coming inside with me?” I said yes, thinking secretly, “That’s actually exactly what I wanted to hear.” I stepped in and closed and locked the door. She took off the sweatshirt and looked mournfully at the wet and slightly brown patch on the inside. I took it and threw it in the sink, not caring about the stain. I looked down and saw the entire rear end and upper half of her thighs were soaked from behind, in addition to a small portion of her crotch in the front. The tight jeans meant the bulge from her mess wasn’t too obvious, but you could tell between the left and right pantylines there was a bulge, drooping more to the left than the right. The wetness meant a brown stain had seeped through, too, about the size of the fist. Jocelyn looked in the mirror before unbuttoning her jeans. She gingerly pulled her jeans down, revealing purple hipster panties that were dark & soaked at the crotch and halfway up the ass and a slightly flattened load that threatened to spill out of the leg holes of her underwear. She gingerly waddled over to the toilet and dumped out her load before pulling her panties back up and flushing. I’m sure her panties and ass were still messy, but she seemed to think it was a lost cause to try to clean it up. She looked at me mournfully. “I’m sorry, this probably isn’t very sexy…” I didn’t say anything and merely strode over and kissed her as she stood there, messy and wet panties on and jeans around her knees. She returned the kiss and we made out passionately in the bathroom, too young and horny to realize what an unflattering setting it was. Soon, I was fingering her through her wet panties, the wet cotton driving me crazy. She paused for a moment, likely embarrassed I was touching her urine-soaked underwear, but her arousal took over and she let me finger her until her knees buckled slightly and she came. I felt a renewed wetness on my fingers. I was unsure what it was but I enjoyed the moment anyway. She came to her senses and pulled my jeans and boxer briefs down before sitting me on the toilet. She got on her knees and blew me. She was clearly not a rookie at this - I wouldn’t know, having not been around the popular kids much! - and I certainly was not complaining. After all I had seen and experienced today, I came in record time. Jocelyn swallowed then we both pulled our jeans up, slowly returning to our senses. She put my sweatshirt back around her waist and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. “Hopefully that pays you back for helping me so much… Do you mind if I keep this sweatshirt? I can give it back at the end of the day.” I nodded, not even put together enough to say words. We exchanged smiles one more time before stepping out of the bathroom, hoping no one noticed us both being in there. She returned to her friend group and I headed to the food court, feeling hungry for an early lunch. A couple of my friends were thinking the same thing and already seated. They waved me over and I stopped by to say hi before waiting in line to get a typical amusement park lunch - hot dog, fries, soda. I rejoined my friends and put the memories of my morning aside for a moment, eating my food and enjoying the company. My… interests, however, reared their head again when I saw Ms. Boone step away from her food for a moment to tell off a student for running in the food court - yet another rule no one cared about in the middle of an amusement park. A couple students hurriedly walk past and I thought I saw someone dump a packet into Ms. Boone’s open thermos… a few other students perked their eyes at the sight, but no one said a thing when Ms. Boone returned. I thought to myself, “Why would Ms. Boone keep working as a teacher when no one liked her… Here were students committing a literal crime against her, and none of us would rat them out.” There were some excited whispers from our friend group after seeing that, but obviously there was no immediate outcome - she sipped her drink, none the wiser, and we’d have to wait until later in the day to see if there was indeed anything put in her drink and what it was. Another sight caught my interest, though, as we finished our food and planned which ride to try out. The table next to ours had a group of girls eating and laughing, like us, but they drew my attention when one, a short Latina girl named Gabriela, was laughing particularly hard. I wasn’t sure what she was laughing at, but after a moment she wheezed between high-pitched laughing fits, “Help… I’m peeing…” I looked down beneath her ass on the picnic table. Indeed, a puddle formed as a clear stream flowed through the holes in the metal bench. My friends giggled and whispered to each other at the sight, but as they were normal people, they quickly moved onto a new conversation. I kept glancing as Gabriela finished peeing, laughing all the while. The steady stream slowed to a trickle, ending with several short spurts. The puddle surrounded her feet and her friends had scooted over to avoid the damage. Gabriela stood up, her tight black leggings practically see-thru and clearly showing a white thong. She spun 360 and bent over for her friends. “Is it obvious?” From where I sat, I could see the outline of a wet patch and it made the leggings more translucent than ever, but it wasn’t so obvious every bystander would notice. Her friends said essentially the same - one could only notice if one was looking closely - and Gabriela shrugged and she and her friends went off to ride rollercoasters as if nothing had happened. My hyperactive imagination wondered if her damp leggings would leave visible evidence on the seat of the rides she’d go on this afternoon… My friends soon after also got up to check out the rides. I promised I would join them in a second but first had to pee myself, having not gone since before we got on the bus. I went to the closest bathroom and was greeted with a line. There were two open arches facing away from each other, one the men’s and one the women’s. This format meant the line from inside the bathroom extended outside, and I was behind about five guys outside the arch while there were about ten women. While the men’s line moved quickly, aided by the presence of urinals, the line was long enough it gave me time to glance at the women’s line. Most were people I didn’t know and had no massive signs of desperation - occasional crossed legs, tapping foot - but the third in line was a girl I knew a little. She was a skinny and quiet goth-presenting girl named Demi, and her dark hair and shadowy make-up today was no different, though she dressed in the uniform khakis for once. Despite her reserved personality, she must have been extremely desperate as she blatantly held her crotch and crossed her legs, bouncing in place. She looked extremely embarrassed but refused to make eye contact with anyone else, though I tried to smile reassuringly to her. Soon, though, I was inside and able to do my business but unable to see Demi. After my uneventful trip inside the bathroom, I stepped out and saw Demi was still in line and still outside. The women’s line was moving slowly, even by standards of women’s lines. Demi was hunched over, clearly at her wit’s end. I realized it would be weird for me to stand there and stare, but I was given an excuse in a second when Ms. Boone stormed past the line into the bathroom. At first I thought that she maybe had to go and was flexing her power, but she looked angry, not worried. I heard banging, and soon after Ms. Boone was dragging a girl, Isabelle, out of the bathroom. Ms. Boone shouted, “You’ve held up this line for too long. Everyone’s been reporting a stall has been occupied for ages and it reeks of weed. I know you’re vaping in there, hand it over!” Isabel, an admittedly well known stoner, meekly handed over her e-cigarette from her hoodie pocket (I noted, bemused, that if she was using an e-cigarette, “reeking of weed” had to have been hyperbole by Ms. Boone, but I suppose now wasn’t the time to get into an argument). Ms. Boone commanded, “Alright, now to the bus. You’ll wait there and I’ll call your parents.” Isabel whined, “Okay, but I didn’t actually pee yet, can I pee first?” While no one liked Ms. Boone, it was absurd that she took the stall for so long and didn’t even pee and the other women in line rolled their eyes at her. Ms. Boone said, incredulous, “Absolutely not, you’ve used up enough time in there. Let’s go.” I was unsure if Isabel was truly desperate or just being a brat at Ms. Boone, but in response she stood in front of the crowd and peed freely, the ripped black jeans glistening for a moment while a puddle grew on the sidewalk cement. This show was also too much for Demi, and I saw a dark patch appear on her khakis around her hands that were thrust into her crotch. As her own accident grew and flowed down her pants, Demi sidled into the inside of the women’s bathroom and out of view. Fortunately, everyone else’s attention was on Isabel. If Isabel was looking for sympathy, she didn’t get it. I took a moment to glance at the glistening on Isabel’s pale legs visible through the rips and holes of her jeans. Ms. Boone said, “Well, now you don’t need the bathroom. Come with me.” As they marched away and I followed suit so I didn’t look TOO interested in things (though I took a moment to stare at the two foot wide puddle Isabel left behind, along with visible wet footprints), I noticed the black jeans hid Isabel’s accident quite well now that she wasn’t actively soaking her pants. Demi, on the other hand, would have a harder time hiding her accident. I felt bad, thinking of the embarrassing afternoon awaiting her, but she must have done a good job hiding, because I didn’t see her again until the lines for the buses. At that point, her pants were dried and aside from a faint outline around her crotch, rear, and thighs, her accident wasn’t visible. There were two other incidents, one small and one major, that caught my interest. One was while I was awaiting the drop tower. As I was in line, a brown-haired short but athletic girl from my grade, Brittany, left the ride laughing with her friends. I heard her friends saying, “I cannot believe you peed on that ride.” I was surprised, too, since Brittany was a boisterous girl and I couldn’t imagine she was scared. She said, loud enough for those of us in line to hear, “I don’t know what happened, we dropped and I just couldn’t help it!” She didn’t seem embarrassed, and her black track pants honestly didn’t show any visible sign of an accident. I thought I saw maybe a darker patch on her rear or some faint wet reflection of the sunlight, but it was probably just hopeful thinking. Either way, Brittany didn’t seem embarrassed and nothing else came of it other than the ride was paused as they cleaned her seat. I did have some lingering thoughts about how Brittany went the rest of the day in presumably soaked underwear, and I wished I could see what was under her track pants. The second incident occurred as the day was approaching the end. I had ridden all the rides I wanted, and at this point I was just sitting on a bench with a couple friends, talking about nothing in particular. As we talked, more and more students congregated near us so they wouldn’t miss the bus, since we were close to the entrance/exit. This was when I saw Demi’s dried but faint outline. Leslie and Gabriela passed by me as well, though I saw no evidence of their previous accidents on their dark colored clothing. I noticed Imani & Jocelyn arrive next. Imani’s shorts had dried and there was only a hint of her wetting herself, a slight line outlining the former wet patch. However, the slightly darker brown stain about the size of a dollar bill was noticeable if one checked out her ass, as I did, though there was no bulge anymore. No one paid her mind, people still blaming Ms. Boone for her embarrassment. Jocelyn was wearing my sweatshirt around her waist still and gave me a shy smile when she passed me, which I returned (I think… I at least hope it was a cute smile). It did a good job of hiding any potential evidence of an accident. The real show was when Ms. Boone arrived. She was speedwalking through the crowd of waiting students. I wondered where she was in a rush to, then I realized she was headed straight to the bathrooms at the entrance. As Boone passed me, I saw her rather voluptuous ass was clenched in her leggings, the outline of a thong visible. Imani’s boyfriend saw her next and got his friends’ attention before making his way to her path. Ms. Boone passed by a particularly dense group of students, not keen to give her any sort of respect or space, and Imani’s boyfriend took the opportunity to stick out his foot and trip Boone. It worked, and she had no idea which student had done it as she flew forward and towards the ground. Everyone heard a massive fart as she fell in surprise, fortunately catching herself with her hands and avoiding any injury. However, the fall was too much for her self-control and the crowd made a circle around her as she farted again and an unmistakable bulge formed, bypassing her thong. She laid still on her front, frozen in shock, as all the students witnessed her actively mess herself. The bulge grew upward at first before settling between her legs. You could watch the first solid turd curl up, followed by another, and the crackling & farting sounds were obvious for all to hear. After the solid load was emptied, Ms. Boone finally collected herself enough to get back on her feet, but as she did it another loud fart echoed and she let loose another load of looser, wetter poop. There was no doubt now she was spiked with laxatives. Additionally, the front of her leggings glistened and there was a wet patch on the ground where she laid the size of a dinner plate. Students around her, having no sympathy due to her earlier actions in the day and her general lack of sympathy throughout the school year, filmed her and laughed, and Ms. Boone had tears in her eyes as she speed walked to the bathroom, her legs glistening as she peed and her bulge drooping as she kept loudly messing herself. The less solid load and thong meant you could see the bulge expand down her thighs as she finally reached the bathroom. The students at my school, including the friends I was sitting with, were cheering and laughing, with my friend sitting next to me high fiving. I had no sympathy for her either, but I was a little more muted in my laughing because I was hiding my massive arousal. Eventually the crowd died down and began filing its way out to the buses and I was also in a decent enough state to get up from the bench. We were mostly on the same buses, but Jocelyn came by to tell me she was going to join some friends on a different bus. She asked if I wanted my hoodie back and that she could wash it and return it, and I said she could either keep it or I don’t mind taking it back now and washing it. She may have picked up on my intentions, because she gave me a wry smile then handed me my hoodie. As she walked away, I couldn’t see much evidence of her wetting, but could see a faint brown patch from her messing. I saw a similar stain on my hoodie, which I was more than happy to see. It certainly wasn’t in a position for me to put it on. I couldn’t smell anything, which is good - otherwise people might think I had an accident - but the pervert in me hoped if I got a closer whiff, I could smell the evidence of Jocelyn’s accident. However, I wasn’t about to huff my own hoodie while in line in front of a bunch of other students. Since Jocelyn and a few others had swapped buses, the seats were slightly jumbled and by the time I got on, the closest free seat was the front row behind the driver. Across the aisle were two girls, Destiny and Diana. They were friends through playing softball together. Meanwhile, there was one extra row in front of Destiny & Diana’s seat (that didn’t exist on my side of the aisle because of the driver’s seat) and it was taken up by supplies and one of our PE teachers, Ms. Romo. Ms. Romo, a fit Latina woman with her slightly messy hair in a bun, was wearing a school-themed t-shirt and athletic shorts. Destiny, a skinny and toned light-skinned Black girl, was wearing tight black biker shorts and a white t-shirt while Diana, a curvier brunette, wore a black t-shirt and ripped light blue “mom” jeans (in that they were a bit looser fitting). Since I didn’t really know them, I paid them no mind and vice versa and by the time we got on the highway, I had fallen asleep and napped for most of the ride back. When I woke up, we were getting off the highway and I was a little surprised to see the show awaiting me. Diana was hunched over, hugging her own stomach, while Destiny had her hands thrust in her lap and was tapping her feet rapidly. I had a whole seat to myself, so I leaned back against the window in a way where I could pretend I was scrolling through my phone but kept Destiny & Diana in my sight. Diana winced as she bent forward even more. I immediately thought she must have farted - or more - but with the bus engine running and kids laughing and talking throughout, I didn’t hear anything. A moment later, I thought I smelled the faint hint of a fart, confirming my suspicions. I thought maybe Destiny would react to it, but she was too busy rocking back and forth as she held herself. Destiny sat closer to me by the aisle, so I could see her toned legs, exposed by her tight biker shorts, bouncing rapidly as she concentrated on holding back a flood. Now on the city roads, the bus had to brake and accelerate for traffic & traffic lights. We weren’t on the smooth highway asphalt and the city roads varied widely in quality. This was demonstrated by a particularly bad pothole that caused multiple people to bounce in their seats. I felt the back of my head hit the window, and I flinched in pain as I rubbed the back of my head. I didn’t lose line of sight with the two girls, though, and I saw they fared even worse than me. Destiny clearly leaked, a trickle flowing down the front of her bus seat - the material absorbing nothing. Diana bounced forward when the bus hit the pothole, since she was already leaning forward. With her arms around her stomach, she couldn’t brace herself and lightly hit her forehead against the seat in front of her. She put her hands on her head in surprise and pain, but her facial expression quickly turned from pain to shock. She froze before leaning over to her left a little. I couldn’t see any details, but I was pretty sure she was losing control and lifting her rear off the seat a little to avoid a messier, crushed load. She buried her face in her hands. Destiny must have realized what was happening and pulled her hands out of her crotch. I could see they were glistening wet and she took a moment to dry them on her biker shorts before putting her arm around Diana, whispering something to her. The change in position and removing her hands was the last straw for her, and as she comforted Diana I could see a growing trickle flow down from beneath Destiny to the front of her bus seat and onto the bus floor. A puddle grew from a few droplets to over a foot wide, sloshing back and forth slightly with the bus’s movement. Diana’s accident was confirmed as I slowly started to smell the unmistakable scent of a fresh load. For the next few minutes, the scent was faint, but after a few more minutes, the scent became significantly stronger. My first thought was Diana let more go, but regardless of the reason, it was now strong enough there were a few comments and whispers from the rest of the bus. Finally, someone shouted, “What is that smell? Who shit themselves?!” The bus erupted in laughter. Despite no one knowing it was Diana yet, she looked close to tears. Destiny held Diana closer and whispered something, presumably comforting her. They talked in hushed whispers for a little longer before Destiny grabbed the top of the seat in front of her and hoisted herself to a half-standing position. With her butt off the seat, I could see the glistening of the bus seat surface and her black shorts from her earlier wetting. I had a suspicion of what Destiny would do, but even I scarcely believed it as I saw her bear down slightly and a slight bulge appear, the tight thin material doing nothing to hide the act. Diana looked shocked, too, as the bulge grew. At this point, we were pulling up to the school parking lot where we would either get in our cars or get picked up, and Destiny finished messing herself - leaving a very obvious bulge the size of an orange in her tight shorts. What a good friend Destiny was, I thought. Finally, the bus doors opened and Ms. Romo got up first and rushed off the bus. I thought she would wait to help other teachers clear out the bus, but as she stepped off, I saw a glimpse of a rather obvious bulge in the seat of her blue athletic shorts as well. THAT must explain the stronger smell soon after Diana first had her accident… Diana got off next, with Destiny blocking the view. I was close enough though that I saw a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on her jeans - even though it wasn’t a full wetting, she clearly must have peed some when she pooped. Her jeans were rather loose around the legs, but Diana’s curvaceous butt pressed against her jeans enough that I could make out the bulge as well. It wasn’t nearly as obvious as Destiny’s, who stepped out next. A couple people saw her obvious accident and began to giggle, but I decided to be a good Samaritan and immediately got up behind her and blocked the view. Well, to be honest, I also got up to get out as quickly as possible so no one else on the bus would see the major bulge I was hiding in the front… Fortunately for me the driver was busy talking to the other bus driver out of the window and the ladies in front of me didn’t look back. Ms. Romo, Diana, & Destiny eventually disappeared to their cars - along with another teacher, Ms. Mathers, a mid-twenties woman with dirty blonde hair whose tight blue jeans sported a wet spot that grew from a subtle line up the seams of her jeans to a growing patch extending from below her rather plump rear down her thighs as she hurried to her car before anyone else noticed. I knew I had a while to wait before my parents could pick me up and I needed to hide my obvious arousal, so I sat on the curb, hand on my lap, while others either got to their cars or got picked up. Dismissal was a hectic affair, with at least three staff - Romo, Mathers, & Boone - already gone and not helping with traffic or coordination. Eventually, though, the crowd dwindled until it was myself and two other girls waiting for their rides and two teachers who finished off the dismissal process. Girl number 1 was Danielle, a short straight-haired brunette with a pretty face. She was wearing somewhat form-fitting army green pants that seemed halfway between cargo pants and khakis. They were still tight enough to show a clear pantyline, made more obvious by the consistent leg crossing. Her white shirt was tied up in a way that revealed her toned midriff, but I was too busy glancing at her ass, which in addition to being quite attractive seemed to clench subtly at times. These signs were obvious to me but maybe not too obvious, which was unsurprising - Danielle was a feminine and popular girl who cared about how people perceived her. Ava was girl number 2, and she was a tall Latina who played on our basketball team, a fact she showed off with her team shirt, which was white. To match, she wore white sweatpants that were also tight enough to show off her full cut pantylines as well. Despite both being obvious in their desperation, Ava was almost showing it off, dancing in place and pacing while she openly held her crotch. She was always an exuberant character, so clearly she felt no embarrassment with her over the top mannerisms. The two remaining teachers couldn’t be more different. Ms. Holly was a blonde sports coach and clearly decided to stay comfortable, her muscular arms on show with her tank top and her similarly muscular legs and ass showing off through her black leggings. Ms. Cherry was a brunette English teacher and dressed the part, with a white blouse going with blue semi-formal khakis. Despite Ms. Cherry’s more conservative outfit, I always secretly admired her rather well rounded ass, and two years straight with her meant I knew she always wore more conservative, full cut panties with clear pantylines through her pants (something I always rather liked to see, personally), and today was no exception. Ms. Holly, on the other hand, must have been wearing either a thong or no panties at all, as her leggings didn’t show a hint of a pantyline. The two teachers came up to us three seniors - myself sitting on the curb and the two women each three feet apart to my left. Ms. Cherry asked, “Do you know when your ride is coming?” Ava said, “My mom doesn’t get off work for another hour.” I nodded the same. Danielle said, “My mom decided not to pick me up so I had to text my sister, she’ll be here soon.” Danielle’s voice cracked towards the end of the sentence and she buckled a little, bending at the knees. Ms. Holly looked her up and down for a moment and then said, “Let’s see if we can get into the building then, because I gotta pee.” I decided Ms. Holly must not have been wearing panties at all because when she mentioned having to pee, I instinctively looked down at her crotch and saw she had a very obvious cameltoe. Obliviousness or a bit of naughtiness on her part, I didn’t know… Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry walked up to the building and to their surprise and happiness, the badge worked. When we turned to look, I could see why Ms. Holly had suggested it and looked Danielle up and down. A subtle but visible wet spot the size of a half dollar coin was present right at the crotch of her army green pants. The two teachers beckoned us in but I said I was fine and Danielle said her sister would be here soon, but Ava gladly came in with them. While the others were inside, Danielle and I waited in silence, myself sitting on the curb while Danielle stood to my left. With no one else around, Danielle openly stood with her legs tightly crossed and her hands in her crotch. I pretended not to notice as I tried to watch with my peripheral vision. After a couple minutes, though, I heard a quiet, high pitched “eep” and couldn’t help but look over. Danielle was now facing away from me, clearly in the middle of turning around but frozen in shock. I realized why she was frozen by a now visible wet spot from behind, going down her thighs an inch, and a subtly visible initial bulge. The bulge grew a little as the wet spot darkened and this jolted Danielle into action. She finished turning around and shuffled over with a hand in her crotch to a patch of grass between the sidewalk and the school building. Facing away from me, she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down the moment she was over the grass. She then made her way behind a bush, blocking her from anyone who may be in the parking lot (though I don’t think there was anyone), but my angle still had clear line of sight. She pulled her pants down, revealing her white panties that sported a clear wet spot and slightly brown bulge. She then pulled down her panties and squatted, peeing even before she was fully squatted. She dumped out the small load in her panties as she pooped involuntarily too, and I watched, fascinated by my view of Danielle from behind. Eventually, though, she remembered to look around and I hurriedly looked away, pretending not to notice. I wasn’t sure if she bought it, but I was content to listen to her finish peeing and pooping, a hiss clearly audible from where I was sitting, along with the occasional soft fart. Eventually, I heard Danielle stand up and zip up her pants, and she returned to the sidewalk. I glanced over for a moment and saw a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on the front of her pants, but looked away before she noticed me staring. We stood in silence again until her sister arrived a couple minutes later, and Danielle sheepishly stepped into the front seat. Her rear no longer had a bulge or evidence of the beginnings of her messing accident, though it showed a clear wet spot as well. I could imagine her white panties were quite messy, though, with her inability to wipe herself, and that thought drove me a little crazy with arousal. Fortunately, I had calmed down by the time Ms. Cherry, Ms. Holly, and Ava had returned. Calm enough that I didn’t look guilty as Ms. Holly approached me. “The bathroom were locked inside so we’re going to drive Ava home instead of making her wait. Do you want a ride too?” Despite Ms. Holly’s best attempt at a teacher voice, sitting on the curb meant I was eye level with her obvious cameltoe and had front row seats to her knees slightly buckling as she tried to suppress a wave of desperation. She failed slightly, as a one second spurt escaped her. It was extremely obvious from where I sat, because her tight leggings did almost nothing to soak it up. Her cameltoe glistened for a split second before the spurt escaped entirely, shooting through her leggings and spattering on the ground right in front of me. I pretended not to notice as I said, “A ride would be much appreciated, I don’t know when anyone can pick me up.” Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry led us to Ms. Cherry’s car, a four door sedan. We got in, Ms. Cherry in the driver’s seat, Ms. Holly in the front passenger’s seat, and myself & Ava in the back seats with myself behind Ms. Cherry and Ava behind Ms. Holly. We were soon on our way, with us headed to Ava’s house first. I did my best to avoid drawing attention to myself, but I couldn’t help but keep Ms. Holly & Ava in my peripheral vision. Ava was openly holding herself with her legs crossed, her tall figure hunched over in her seat. Her right foot, swinging wildly as it crossed over her left leg, made her desperation clear for all to see. Ms. Holly wasn’t openly holding herself, but her legs were tightly crossed as well and I knew already she was on the brink of totally losing control. With the focus on holding themselves, we rode in silence for the bulk of the ride. I sat back and tried to surreptitiously enjoy the view, and about halfway to Ava’s house, the plot thickened. A rather loud fart pierced the silence, and it came from directly on front of me. Ms. Cherry immediately squeaked, “Sorry!” and rolled down the window, though I could still smell that it was a rather pungent fart. Ava chimed in, “Don’t worry about it!” Then she released a fart herself, rolling down her window too. Ms. Holly & Ava glanced at me and mistook my fascination for consternation and began giggling as Ava apologized to me. I mumbled, “It’s fine, no worries,” but the two kept giggling at the bizarre situation and out of nervous embarrassment. After a few seconds, though, Ms. Holly stopped giggling suddenly and thrust her hands in her crotch and I knew she must have leaked again. Ava, too, renewed her grip on her crotch, though I saw no evidence of her losing control yet. This limbo of desperation continued until we pulled up to Ava’s home. Ava almost yanked the door open before the car came to a full stop and hurriedly said, “Thankyousomuchbyeseeyouatgraduation” then practically jumped out of the car. Staring intently, I saw just the hint of a wet spot on her rear and a growing bulge appearing. She must have been turtleheading throughout the car ride and couldn’t hold it back without her ass pressed against the set. The tight white sweatpants easily showed her pantylines, so a messy bulge had nowhere to hide as it grew while she hurried down the path to her front door. The white color began to show a faint brown stain as the growing bulge was joined by a dark wet patch growing down her legs, and Ava was still in the midst of an accident when she got her door open and got inside. At this point, too, Ms. Cherry started off driving to my house and I wasn’t sure if the two teachers saw Ava’s accident, though the imagery was as plain as day in my memory bank. Additionally, I tried to subtly swipe a feel of where Ava formerly sat and felt a tiniest hint of a wet patch, confirming what I saw. We drove in silence, but the excitement of knowing two of my attractive teachers were losing it made the drive fly by. While I couldn’t see Ms. Cherry, I could hear her involuntarily fart a couple more times, and I could see directly at Ms. Holly’s lap from my angle diagonal to her. Ms. Holly was focused on staring ahead out the window, so I threw out all decorum and stared at her tightly clenched crotch, knowing it was damp against her pussy. I was rewarded by the sight, 5 minutes in, to a renewed glisten on her crotch as Ms. Holly hunched forward in desperation. This spurt was intense enough that I saw a momentary puddle form on her crotch before it seeped between her legs to under her ass. This glistening spurt occurred one more time before we arrived at my house. I opened the car door, about to say my thanks for the ride, before Ms. Cherry asked me something I never dreamed of hearing. She said, “Is anyone home with you?” I wasn’t sure her intentions but I said, “No, mom’s still at work. I don’t have any siblings.” Ms. Cherry continued, “Okay, so this is super unprofessional… but can we come in to use your bathroom? I’m so sorry to ask.” I was actually more than happy to continue the show, but I tried to stay calm. “Of course, no worries. I’ll unlock the door and wait for you to park.” I was grateful for the time away as Ms. Cherry more formally parked the car on the street so I could adjust my boner, tucking it upwards against my boxer brief waistband. I tried to glance down and was satisfied it wasn’t visible before holding the door open for Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry, who were now walking down the path from the sidewalk to my house’s main entrance. Ms. Holly’s black leggings didn’t show too much but they glistened faintly around the crotch and thighs and I imagine the car seat beneath her must have been quite wet. Ms. Cherry’s blue pants didn’t show a leak yet, though when she passed me I could tell her ass remained tightly clenched as she held on for dear life. Ms. Holly’s tight black leggings left nothing to the imagination later, and I could see the smallest of bulges as she was turtleheading, her lack of underwear meaning the head of her turd pressed directly against the tight, stretchy material. I followed them in and directed them down the hall to the bathroom, where Ms. Holly hurried into as the glistening wet patch ran down her thighs and her bulge grew from a tiny bump to a couple inches to nearly a fist as she closed the door. We could hear hissing and tinkling as Ms. Holly peed, along with a loud splash as she must have emptied her messy leggings, followed by more splashes. The audio must have been torture for Ms. Cherry, who now dropped all pretense and openly held herself as she fidgeted and waited. We could hear Ms. Holly finally switch to the toilet paper as she began the tedious work of cleaning herself up, but it was too late for Ms. Cherry. Standing in front of me, her blue khakis showed every step as she slowly lost control of her bowels, her ass slightly unclenching as a bulge began to form in the middle right between the visible left and right pantylines. Over 30 seconds, it grew from an initial bump to the size of a clementine before there was a pause. Another 30 seconds, though, and it grew to the size of an orange as a wet spot also appeared down her thighs about two inches, though she managed to hold the rest of her bladder. With my own hands pressed against my crotch to try to hide my arousal, this proved overwhelming for me and I doubled over slightly as I came in my pants at the sight, forcing myself to stay silent so Ms. Cherry wouldn’t notice. Soon after, Ms. Holly exited the bathroom and Ms. Cherry hurried in as we heard similar sounds as earlier, from the emptying of her panties to the peeing in the toilet bowl to the rustling of toilet paper. Ms. Holly’s black leggings didn’t really show much evidence of her partial accident, though she still blushed bright red at the sight of me. My hands still covered my crotch, making it look like I had to go too, but that meant my hands covered the now visible wet spot on my jeans from a different kind of accident. We waited in silence for Ms. Cherry to finish and come out, her blue khakis showing a clear wet spot on her crotch and from behind but now without a bulge, and the teachers thanked me profusely before I led them back to the front door. Now without my hand on my crotch, Ms. Cherry noticed my wet spot, but I assume she thought I had begun to wet myself and was in no position to judge, so the two teachers departed without comment. I stared a little at their respective rear ends, remembering the sight of their respective bulges I just witnessed, before it hit me - Ms. Cherry didn’t have her distinctive visible pantylines! I shut and locked the door and went inside the bathroom. Inside the trash was a layer of toilet paper. I felt a little ashamed of my perversion, but at this point I had to know - I moved the toilet paper aside and was greeted by soiled white panties. I pulled them out and saw a clear yellowed wet patch on the front and a very obvious brown stain throughout the rear, visible both inside and out. I felt myself hard again, and I shut the door as I focused on taking care of my… needs… with a whole day’s worth of memories to fantasize about.