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  1. Thanks to ShadowPhantom for making this character and letting me use him. If you want to know more about his “king title” check out ShadowPhantom’s interactively “Make em Pee.” Nathan’s Best Day Ever Nathan awoke to the familiar feeling of his bladder giving out, and he knew right away he had an accident in his bed. He laid there and allowed himself to finish peeing; after all, he was already peeing, so why not finish. Nathan shivered as the pee, and cold air hit him as he wore only briefs to bed. After he finished peeing, he looked at his phone to see the time; It was 3 am. He pulled his sheets back to look at the damage; his black briefs were soaked, and his light blue sheets had a painfully obvious pee stain, almost as big as him. He couldn’t believe he was still having accidents at age 19, but at the same time, Nathan loved that he was. Nathan decided to have some fun with his Omorashi fetish, and he went back to bed in his soaked bed and briefs. After 20 minutes, he managed to fall back asleep. Luckily for him, he woke up 5 hours later to his mom at his door, saying she was leaving for a day of shopping and she would be home around 4 so he would be home alone all day. This made Nathan smile as he knew he could have even more fun now with his fetish. As he heard his mom leave, he jumped out of bed to start his exciting day. He ran out of his room and down the hall to the bathroom and looked at his naked reflection in the mirror, staring at his naked body and soaked black briefs. For a moment, he thought about peeing his briefs again but dismissed the idea as he decided to begin a hold and wanted to make sure he emptied his bladder entirely into the toilet. He went over to the toilet and removed his wet briefs, and tossed them into the sink. He lifted the toilet lid and started to pee. Once he was done, and sure his bladder was fully emptied, he took a shower, cleaning himself from his bed time accident. After the shower he made his way back to his room, excited for the day ahead of him. As he got to his room, he opened up his closet and put on a new pair of briefs, also black, and some gray sweat shorts. He made his way to the kitchen, forgetting about his other briefs and his bed in his excitement. As he made his way to the kitchen, he thought about what started this all. He had wet the bed for as long as he could remember. Usually, he could hide it pretty well, but sometimes he couldn’t, and his mom found out about his accident. This is mostly why Nathan wears only his briefs to bed; it made it easier to hide and clean up, besides the fact he likes wearing only his underwear to bed. At first, he didn’t like wetting his bed, but slowly he started to like it and would pee his pants on purpose when he was awake. But he would never do it in public, and he would die if anyone found out besides those that share his interest. This jump-started his fetish in all of this. Arriving to the kitchen Nathan went to the fridge and got out ten water bottles. Nathan then went to the couch to watch some tv. He looked at the time on his phone, it read 9 am, so he had at least 7 hours until his mom got home. Nathan started drinking his water, starting some more omorashi fun. He gulped down the first in a few minutes and started a second bottle. He slowly sipped the second, wanting to enjoy the experience. After an hour, his show finished, and he was barley desperate even though he had two out of the ten bottles. So Nathan decided to chug the third water bottle. He finished it in 10 seconds and pulled out his phone and check it. He saw he got a text message from Melissa and opened it to read it: “Good win the other day” with a laughing face emoji and a heart emoji. She had an obvious crush on him, and he had an obvious crush on her, so it was strange they haven’t dated yet. Nathan smiled at the text and responded with: “Well, I couldn’t have done it without your help” with a winky face emoji. He put his phone down, locking it as he started a new show as well as the fourth water bottle. About halfway through his tv show, he finished the fourth water and started the fifth water bottle, Feeling himself beginning to get desperate. He slowly drank as he enjoyed the feeling of getting desperate. After he finished the fifth water bottle and another episode of his tv show, he felt a wave of desperation hit him, so he crossed his legs, putting one hand on his knee and squeezed his dick with the other just to be safe. He removed his hand from his crotch and started on bottle six. His phone rang as his mom called him. Nathan answered the phone, hoping his desperation didn’t show in his voice. He sat there with crossed legs, one hand on his knee while he swings his top foot and one hand holding his phone to his ear. His mom said she would be home around 3:30-4 pm and said, “I love you” to Nathan as he said, “I love you too” and hung up the phone. It was now 11:41 am, and Nathan drank bottle six as he got more desperate. Nathan crosses his legs tighter, but he knew he could hold on much longer; after all, he was the “holding king,” a title he got from his friend group. He finished bottle six as his show ended. Nathan decided to get up and walk around for a while to see how his bladder did. He uncrossed his legs and stood up to walk around; his bladder only felt slightly uncomfortable. Nathan walked around randomly for a while and then decided to go the kitchen. He made his way to the kitchen again, and even though he had four water bottles left, Nathan decided to pour himself a glass of water as he wanted to see how his bladder did when he heard water being poured. As he poured the water, he found his legs crossed automatically. Nathan tried to uncross them, but his bladder didn’t like that at all, so Nathan kept them crossed till he finished pouring the glass. He turned off the water and uncrossed his legs, even though his bladder didn’t like it, and made his way back to the couch. Once there, he sat down, crossing his legs knee over knee tightly right away and took a big sip of his water. Looking at his phone, he saw that it was 1:45 pm. He pushed play and watched his show swinging his top foot, enjoying himself. Nathan knew he was starting to get very desperate, and this turned him on as he couldn’t wait to pee his shorts. He finished his large glass of water as his phone buzzed again, but this time a text message from his friend Erica. He opened it and read: “You are lucky you won the other day, I almost had you. I want a rematch!”. Nathan smiled as he remembered his holding match with her days before. “You’re on” he sent with a smiley devil face emoji. Laughing, he locked his phone as he checked the time, it read 2:13 pm. He uncrossed his legs as he grabbed his crotch, looking up at the tv. He had to grab himself as his need got worse as the pressure on his bladder changed when he uncrossed his legs. He almost gave in, but since he reclaimed his title as “holding king,” he had to live up to it and hold much longer. Surely he could he thought not so sure. He opened his seventh bottle and started to drink it as fast as he possibly could. He had to have one hand on his crotch while he drank it. Nathan leaned back while drinking as he thought about his first few accidents. He always had wet the bed, but once he realized he liked doing so, he started to pee in his underwear. This is why he wore briefs; he liked peeing in them verses other underwear, and they were much easier to clean. This eventually led to Nathan peeing his shorts and finally his jeans. Now he loves wetting himself and is even in a group of friends that shares his interest. The group even has holding contest together sometimes. After he finished bottle seven, he stared on bottle eight right away. Drinking was much more of a challenge now that his bladder was full. He managed to finish it and gulp down bottles nine and ten as well. After all ten bottles plus his cup of water, he was feeling more and more desperate. But he still was determined to last longer, so he got up and made a long, slow, and painful walk to the kitchen to open the fridge and get three more bottles of waters. As he was walking back to the couch, he felt himself leak, and with his free hand, he grabbed himself to try to stop the flow. He stopped it, but his briefs felt very wet. Nathan looked down at his pants and was glad no wet spot was visible, but he knew he couldn’t say the same about his briefs. He sat back down, automatically crossing his legs as tightly as he could. Nathan knew he was at least at a 9.5/10 and wouldn’t last much longer, but he knew he must last as long as he could. He gulped down one and a half of the bottles before he knew he couldn’t take another sip. Knowing he was at 9.9/10, and his mom would be home soon as it was 3 pm. He decided to go to his room so his pee wouldn’t make a mess on the carpet floor and not risk his mom catching him. Nathan stood up slowly, and without uncrossing his legs, so he stood with cross legs when he first got up. Nathan uncrossed his legs, but the switch from sitting to standing and crossed to uncrossed legs and now being at an 11/10, Nathan’s bladder released as he lost the battle he made for himself. Pee soaked his black briefs, making them shine with pee and soaked his gray sweat short as it ran down his legs, shining against his pale legs pooling on the red carpet below. He felt so relaxed and relived and enjoyed every moment of his own pee escaping his now aching bladder and running against his skin, warming his body. After what seemed like hours, he stopped peeing, and he looked down at his shorts to see the damage he had done. Pee was still dripping down his legs and onto the red carpet below. As he looked at his shorts, he got what he expected as they were soaked and showed his accident very obviously. After looking at his shorts, he pulled them down to look at his briefs, soaked as well, as well as shined with his freshly hot pee. He pulled his shorts back up, enjoying the warm wetness of them and looked at the soaked red carpet. Panic and fear arouse in him as he had no idea how to clean a carpeted floor, and he knew if his mom came home, she would know what happened for sure. He quickly grabbed his phone and sent a text message to his crush, who he knew had the same fetish as him, Melissa. “Hey, I just did a hold and peed myself, how do I clean a carpeted floor?” He waited anxiously for a response from her, and when he got one finally, of course, she had to tease him saying: “What a king you are” with a laughing face emoji. Of course, she also asked for pictures that Nathan sent of his shorts, briefs, and carpet floor. Once she saw the carpet floor and how bad it was, she sent her reply immediately on what to do as she knew her crush would be embarrassed If his mom saw any evidence of his “accident.” Nathan got the text and ran to get the supplies out of the closet and started to clean the carpet. He got the pee-stained carpet cleaned just as he heard his mom’s car pull into the garage. Realizing he was still in his pee soaked shorts, he ran as fast as he could to his bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it. He then got into the shower fully clothed. Nathan smiled to himself as he knew that he got away with what he just did and turned on the hot shower water. Nathan got undressed in the running shower then he cleaned himself and his pee soaked clothes. He got out of the shower and dried off. Nathan wrapped the towel around him as he was about to walk out when to his horror he saw his wet briefs from the night before as he realized his bed still showed painfully obvious evidence of his genuine accident and knew his mom might have seen. His heart felt like it dropped to his feet as he made his slow walk to his room. Sure enough, when he got to his room, his mom was standing over his bed, looking at it with both her hands on her hips and a disappointed look on her face. “What’s up, mom” Nathan said shyly as he knew exactly what was up. She turned around fast, but it seemed so slow to Nathan. She looked at him in his eyes, and Nathan felt like she could be reading his mind. “Did you have an accident again?” Nathan was embarrassed and tried to play dumb. “What kind of accident?” His mom just rolled her eyes, knowing what Nathan was doing and said: ”Did you pee your bed again, Nathan?” Nathan turned bright red and felt like he was burning up as sweat and shower water soaked him. He nodded his head slowly. His mom felt sorry as she knew it was an accident, but she also knew he was way too old for this. “You are nineteen, Nathan, your way to old for this to be still happening! Where are your underwear?!” She asked in a disappointed tone. “In the bathroom.” He responded quietly, not looking up at his mom, not believing he got caught because he forgot, in his own excitement about his bed. His mom took off his wet sheets and made her way to the bathroom to get his wet briefs without saying another word to him. As she went to get his pee soaked briefs from the restroom, Nathan put on clean clothes, purple briefs, black gym shorts, and a t-shirt as he got a text message from Melissa: “Did it come out? By the way nice undies!” She said with a winky face. Nathan turned red in embarrassing after he read he comment about his “undies” and laughed as he wishes that was his only problems and responded: “It did, thank you, but I have another problem now. Tell you later. I have to go.” He put his phone in his gym shorts pocket and went to find his mom, as ready as he could be to face her. Nathan found her putting his wet briefs and wet sheets in the wash. This sight embarrassed him again as he turned bright red once again and started to cry. His mom saw that and couldn’t help but to go over and hugged him. “Honey, don’t cry, but you shouldn’t be having accidents like this still at your age. Your nineteen.” She said as she kissed him on the top of his head, messing up his black hair again. “Okay,” Nathan said He smiled since he knew what he did to the carpet was his secret still as well as his omorashi fetish.
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    Just a awesome girl playing and wetting in her diaper. Kayla 19 years old from Seattle. Her website = LINK ( mydgs.co/babykayla )

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    peeing thru my mesh thong

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  6. Hi everybody! It's been forever since I posted a story. I'm not quite happy with how I've ended this, but yeah. I've actually had this for over a year (can you believe??) and I just decided to re-edit and post it all now. Please let me know what you think - constructive criticism is always appreciated! xoxo ••• NEW LIFE "Are you ready to go in, Jason?" Sixteen-year-old Jason blinked and looked up at the smiling faces of his new foster parents, Mr. and Mrs. West. They were a couple who were in their mid-forties who found comfort social action and helping children, which is how they ended up interested in being new foster parents. Jason was no more than six years old when he was placed in the foster care system and growing up, he had serious abandonment issues and separation anxiety, which was never a good combination. His biological mother and father were abusive, both physically and emotionally, and he found himself always needing company but not being able to trust people as easily, apart from his social worker, Michaela. This was why no family could keep him for long. Even at sixteen years old, it still hurt Jason more than anyone would ever know. "Jason?" Mrs. West called his attention gently, and he jumped a bit, squeezing his thighs together. He needed the loo as soon as they were on the way here, but he didn't wanna ask. He shrugged nervously, shrinking in on himself and pressing himself to his social worker. Michaela frowned in concern and wrapped her arm around him, bringing him aside after mouthing an apology to them over Jason's head. "Come on, Jace," Michaela said quietly once they were alone. "Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? They aren't gonna hurt you, remember what we talked about yesterday?" Jason nibbled on his bottom lip and shrugged again, rubbing his thighs together discreetly. His need wasn't that bad yet, but it was still quite uncomfortable. "I-I dunno, what if they're not as nice as they seem?" "They are. We checked all their records, and they're all as clean as can be. If ever you can't handle this, you give me a call," Michaela said gently. "You call me, and I pick you up right away, just like how we practiced before, remember?" Jason nodded slowly. "Yeah," he mumbled. "I remember." "Good boy," She praised him gently, ruffling his hair. "You're being very brave right now, and I'm proud of you." "Not brave." He mumbled bitterly. A sixteen-year-old who couldn't even ask where the bathroom was without having a panic attack was far from brave. "You are brave, sweetie. More brave than you think," she smiled sadly. "And nothing will ever make me be disappointed in you." Jason said nothing, but rubbed his eyes and nodded. "Okay. You ready now?" Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath, nodding afterwards. "Yeah," "Come on." ••• Michaela took Jason back to Mr. and Mrs. West, who were still waiting patiently by the porch of their huge house. They exchanged goodbyes before Michaela kissed Jason's forehead. "Be good, okay?" She smiled. "Yeah," Jason nodded. Michaela smiled once again and gestured for the new parents to follow her, leaving Jason by the porch this time. "Well, what do you think?" Michaela asked the couple. "He's adorable," Mrs. West replied, smiling before becoming more solemn. "But you weren't kidding... He looks almost broken." "His file is very complicated," she sighed. "Lots of stories about emotional and physical abuse from his biological parents. It's horrible." "That's not gonna stop us," Mr. West insisted. "What do we need to know?" "Jason is a really sweet kid," Michaela explained. "He grew up in a bad place though, as you know. He will not voice his needs or his wants. You need to ask him a lot of things and reassure him when he looks nervous." "Okay." Mr. West nodded. "Anything else?" "That's basically it," she said. "Just give me a call if there are any problems. I will not hesitate to help." They exchanged goodbyes, handing each other calling cards and shaking each other's hands. Michaela ruffled Jason's hair and whispered "be good," before waving and driving off. Jason was a good kid. Sure, he had issues, but he was a really good kid - and she had a really good feeling about this family. ••• As soon as Michaela's car left, Jason's need to use the toilet intensified due to his nerves and he clenched his muscles as discreetly as possible as he turned to face his foster parents. Mrs. West crouched down a bit to gently fix Jason's hair. "You ready to come in for the grand tour, Jason?" ••• The West family had a huge house. Jason found himself in the middle of a living area where he put his bags. They decided to give him a really long tour, and they weren't exaggerating! It took them fifteen minutes to show him around the first floor - and there were three! The first floor had a pristine kitchen with sleek, black, tiles, a large, white carpeted foyer with a huge television with game consoles, a beautiful dining area and an indoor pool. "My five children are all working now, but my nieces and nephews are here nearly everyday," Mrs. West smiled in amusement when Jason's jaw dropped at the beautiful vista. "That's why we keep this place as clean as possible." Jason was quiet as they showed him around the garden, his hand tugging nervously at the crotch of his jeans when he was sure no one was looking. His need to pee had grown worse real quick and that wasn't a good thing - but he would rather suffer in silence than tell them what was up. He occasionally stopped and pretended he was looking at the furniture just to concentrate on his bladder. His only hope was that the tour would be over soon - it couldn't be much longer, right? Wrong. Ten more minutes had passed, and they were only walking up to the second floor now! Jason felt a constant nudge and ache from his bladder, which was swelling against his jeans. He definitely needed to find a toilet - fast, but he couldn't tell them his need even though he wanted to. He was too shy. He squirmed as he walked, his hands nervously shoved in his pockets, one hand occasionally popping out to give himself a quick squeeze. He paid attention to the tour as much as he could, just wanting to find a bathroom. No such luck, though. Every door that might have been a bathroom was shut, out of Jason's sight. Luckily, the tour for the second floor didn't take as long as the first floor, but Jason still found himself tensing his thighs due to the steadily growing ache in his abdomen. He had to go! Biting his lip nervously, Jason gripped the front of his pants as hard as he could to ward off the incoming pressure, but it wasn't working as much as he thought it would. He closed his eyes and breathed out shakily, letting go and following his new foster parents to another room with a blue bed, a desk and a bedside table. He whined quietly and rubbed his eyes, catching the attention of Mr. West. "Is everything alright, kid?" He asked. "This is your room for now. You can put your things up here as soon as we're done with the tour." Jason chewed the inside of his cheek nervously, just wanting to find the toilets. His need had gone from "I need to pee," to "oh god I'm gonna pee myself right now," and he rubbed his thighs together nervously. He was literally seconds away from soaking himself. "Um," Jason squeaked. "Can I-I put my bags up here n-now please?" He asked shyly. "Yeah, but they're all the way downstairs," Mr. West frowned. "Yeah! It's okay!" He said, jumping up and down. "Can I just, um, get them?" "Okay, kiddo." Mrs. West shrugged. "We'll be here. Remember the way?" Jason made a tiny noise of distress as he leaked through his underwear. "Yes!" He lied, rushing off with his legs squeezed together. "Thank you!" ••• Where the hell was he going? Jason's left hand was permanently holding his leaking crotch as he tried to find a toilet, opening doors with his other hand and not having much luck. First of all, he couldn't find the staircase going down, so how was he going to get to the front door where his bags were? He whimpered and danced in place, abdomen throbbing as he made his way through twists and turns. "Come on, come on," he mumbled to himself, sniffling loudly and getting even closer to crying when he realized he was leaking even more frequently. His hand was soaked and there are were trails running down his thighs so he stiffened up and ran down yet another hall. He was just about to turn to open a closed door when he tripped over the edge of a table and a vase shattered to the floor. He gasped out loud, tensing up and closing his eyes, crouching and hiding behind a small dresser. This was not good, breaking things meant punishments and punishments meant getting hit! "Jason?" No! He started to panic. He scrambled up against the wall and pulled his knees to his chest, breathing heavily and clenching his eyes shut. He vaguely felt his pants getting hot and wet and there was fear beginning to spread all over him again. "Jason, are you okay?" He couldn't breathe and he closed his eyes when he heard footsteps approaching. If he couldn't see them, they couldn't see him. "Kid, what happened?" Jason's legs were shaking and he felt so uncomfortable. There was a puddle around him and tears were slowly leaking out of his eyes. "Jason, listen to me. Listen to me. It's okay." Don't look. "Jason? It's Mr. West. Can you open your eyes, please?" Mr. West? "Jason?" Jason shook as he slowly opened his eyes, taking a look up at the concerned couple looking down at him. "Hi, kiddo." Mr. West smiled sadly, crouching down to see him eye-to-eye. "Come stand up. We can get you cleaned up in the shower." "I w-weed myself," is all Jason replied, standing up and wrapping his arms around himself. It wasn't what he wanted to say but he couldn't think straight at all. "We know, and it's okay," Mrs. West piped up, smiling at him gently. "I'll go grab your things." Jason nodded and followed Mr. West down the hallway, already lost again. He was sniffling, his breaths hitching in an annoying manner, but he couldn't stop. "S-sorry," he whimpered as they found the bathroom, wiping his nose. "No, I'm sorry," Mr. West replied, ushering Jason inside. "I should've showed you the bathroom first. Go get yourself cleaned up, alright?" Jason nodded, biting his thumb and looking down at the ground. "D-don't know where t-to go..." He tried to explain, hiccuping greatly. "I'll wait right outside," the man reassured him. "Don't you worry." ••• Mrs. West had cleaned up the shattered glass and the mess Jason had made before bringing the young boy's bags upstairs to his room. He found a change of clothes and underwear (and an adorable tattered teddy bear) and brought them to where her husband was waiting. "Is he okay?" She asked softly when she heard the shower turn on. "I have no idea," he replied, shaking his head. "The social worker, Michaela, really wasn't kidding when she told us about how anxious he was..." "I know," she sighed. "Poor kid. We should've showed him the loo first." "Yeah, we should have. But there's nothing we can do about it now... Maybe we should just let him rest?" He suggested. "Good idea," she smiled. "We might've overwhelmed the kid. I'll go fix up his room. Stay and wait for him, okay?" ••• The kid came out of the bathroom ten minutes later with red rimmed and heavy eyes. He was tired and completely overwhelmed about his near panic attack. Mr. West was smiling at him gently. "Maybe you should go rest first. We can continue our tour when you're feeling better." Jason nodded and fiddled with his thumbs. "S-sorry a-again, about t-the vase and for..." He stuttered, blushing a bright red. He hated how nervous he was! He had completely humiliated himself! "It's really fine," he repeated. "I know you didn't mean any harm. Don't think about it too much, kid." They continued to walk down the hall, Jason getting drowsier every step of the way. His long and tiring day full of signing papers and traveling clearly wore him down. He almost cries when he sees the comfortable sheets and crawls under them, closing his eyes almost immediately. "You did nothing wrong, okay, kiddo?" Mrs. West whispers gently as she watches her new kid curl up. "We'll be in the room right across." Jason nods, thanks them meekly and curls up under the covers. He's okay with them staying outside. He's okay with them not hitting him for having accidents or for crying. He's okay with them not being his real parents because his real parents were horrible. "I'm really sorry," he says slowly, clutching his bear tightly. "Kid," Mr. West starts again, looking at him gently. "You're going to be living with us now, okay? That means you adjust to what we believe is right. I know it's going to be hard, kid, but you're going to have to learn that accidents like this are not going to make us mad at you. Ever." Jason blinked up at him and frowned. Was he being serious? This was the first time somebody was nice to him about his accidents. "I promise you that you should never be afraid of coming to us when you need help. Also, let us know what you need. We're here to listen to you," he added. "Everything's going to be different now. We aren't here to get angry at you for things you cannot control." "Okay," Jason whispered, feeling oddly lighter now. He was still definitely wary of them but the reassurance was nice. Really nice. "Great," the man smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. He stood and took his wife's hand, leaving the room quietly. As Jason fell asleep, he thought about how tiring the day was, but at the same time, how strangely fulfilling it felt to know that this life was going to be new. The words 'everything's going to be different now,' echoed as he closed his eyes. It was a short phrase, but it still filled him with hope. Different was good. Different had the potential to be great, and so did his new life.
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    I know this is getting beaten to death recently, and repost repost etc. etc., but I'd like to upload ALL of her videos in one place once and for all. The thread I found had only about 50 of her vids, while her actual count was closer to 90. As I previously mentioned in another thread, some of her videos (from sexykarma) have audio sync issues. Those of you who know me and my audio infatuation might ask, "Gee thebeatgoeson22, why haven't you fixed them?" and the answer is simply, I suck at syncing. Never figured out how to reliably do it. For the files I have figured out the sync, I have appended it to the filename. If you see "+2.2" at the end of the video, that means you need to advance the audio + 2.2 seconds. If you see "-.8" you will have to delay the audio by 0.8 seconds. If you use a good media player (GOM or VLC work well, probably others too) you should easily be able to adjust the sync manually. There are a couple that admittedly I never figured out. They are named as they were posted, and a few from her tumblr that don't have names. There is both wetting and nude peeing (also, for anybody concerned, she was 18/19 in all these videos, so don't worry) Enjoy!

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  8. this is my first attempt at writing a story an i hope you guys will enjoy it, i might continue it only if people enjoy it, you have also been fore warned it is a poop story. love to her feedback guys One day away from entering teenage years… 13! Sara was excited because her birthday was tomorrow. With today being Saturday, Sara did not have school so her mom Claire decided to take Sara to the mall so that Sara can pick out a birthday outfit. Sara woke up at 11 am Saturday and Claire was already rushing her to get ready so that they can start their day. Sara put off pooping even though she felt a slight urge to go but she was pretty good about holding her bowels and had only once slightly messed herself 3 years ago when she was sick and thought she had to fart but ended up soiling herself a bit. Sara peed, brushed her teeth, put on a pair of black leggings and a hooded sweatshirt. As she made her way down stairs her mom couldn’t help feeling emotional as her young baby girl was growing up into this beautiful teenage girl. They set out on their shopping journey and Claire suggested that they stop at the local coffee shop. “And since it’s your birthday weekend you can order your favorite frozen caramel latte and you can get the large size!” Sara excitedly agreed and also ordered a cream cheese bagel. The next 15 minutes consisted of Claire sipping on her coffee and Sara eating her cream cheese bagel and sipping away at her humungous latte and texting her friends about her birthday slumber party tomorrow night. “Are you ready to go Sara?” Sara sipped away at her near empty cup of, put away her phone, and proceeded to throw her empty cup in the trash and head out the door and back to the car. As Claire pulled out of the parking lot of the coffee shop, Sara wished she had used the bathroom at the coffee shop since it’s a lot quieter than the bathrooms at the mall. Her stomach rumbled as the 32 oz latte was working through her system alongside the bagel and cream cheese. The pain eventually subsided and she felt ok at the moment. Once arriving at the mall Claire announces that she needs to pee and is heading for the bathrooms. Sara feels the familiar pain in her stomach and stares towards the bathrooms to see the door constantly swinging with people coming in and out. “Go ahead mom I'll be in the Disney store.” “Are you sure you don’t need to go after drinking that big cup.” “Mom, I’m fine!” said a blushing Sara. In she went to the Disney store and spent the next 10 minutes looking at all the magical items that they had in the store. Claire made it back to where Sara was and signaled her to come out so they can start browsing for an outfit for Sara. The go into one of the big stores in the mall and start going through dresses, pants, shirts, etc. As Sara is wandering around from clothing rack to clothing rack her stomach begins to tense up and an immediate rush emerges down her intestines and her slight urge to release her bowels has now become very urgent! Sara turns to one of the racks and pretends to be looking through the clothes as she tenses her legs very stiffly and clenches her butt cheeks to prevent her poop from rushing out. The pain slowly lets up and now she knows that she needs to get to the bathroom very soon because she knows that latte is coming out whether she’s on the toilet or not. Her mom emerges “Sara try out this dress for your birthday party with family tomorrow and then I got you these pajamas for your slumber party at night, I know the pajamas will fit you but I want to see how the dress looks on you go try it out.” Sara, not wanting to sound like a little girl reluctantly agrees with her mom and heads in the changing rooms. As she takes off her leggings her stomach pressures up again causing her to immediately sit on the bench that’s inside the changing room. Somehow managing to hold on again she removes her clothing and puts on the dress which she was surprised her mom was allowing her to get because it was above the knees. Sara heads out of the changing room and shows her mom the dress and Claire loves the dress and they decide to purchase it. Once Sara heads out of the changing rooms back into her leggings and sweatshirt they head to the checkout lanes. With five people ahead of them and the cashier was apparently waiting on a manager to get a price override, so the line was not moving at all. “Mom I’m going to head out to the bathrooms they’re just outside this store.” “Ok be careful, here take my business phone so you can call me or I can call you.” “MOM, I’m only going outside the store geez.” Sara heading towards the opening to the mall so that she could use the restrooms even though she was dreading pooping in those filthy mall toilets, but she knew she had no choice as another sharp pain hits her stomach. She finally gets out to the mall and her heart skips a beat as she sees yellow caution tape blocking the female bathrooms. She still heads towards the door thinking they will let her in. “Sorry young lady but the bathrooms are closed for cleaning.” Said a man dressed in a janitorial uniform. “But I really have to go I’ll be careful I won’t slip and i'll be neat I promise!” “you don’t want to go in there believe me let’s just say someone didn’t quite make it to the toilet in time and ended up with poop on the floor from the door way into the stall all over the toilet. E-coli bacteria and all that stuff we have to make sure everything is disinfected before we let anyone back in. “ “well... where's the nearest bathroom?” “Straight down make a left and then once you see that one shoe store make another left and then you will see them on your right hand side.” Sara began walking in looks for another bathroom and not feeling confident she could find the bathroom as easy with the directions that she was given. She naturally begins pacing quicker as her bowels continue to induce pain to her stomach. She finally sees the shoe store in her sight and remembers the man saying something about the shoe store and she knew she was getting close to a restroom but was also on the brink of losing control of her bowels as she makes outside the shoe store and heads right towards an opening at the end of the mall in which she knows relief awaits her there. As she nears the opening she sees no restroom in sight and only some lockers. She realizes that the bathrooms were on the left of the shoe store and not the right. Feeling nearly defeated she starts heading towards the bathrooms and seeing the sign with the woman on it within 100 ft she makes a stride to make it now barely walking. Fifty feet away and her bowels give a huge push and her heart begins to race as she continues her walk to the restroom her butt gives an involuntary fart and with the fart she feels her backside become warm and also inside her thighs. Panicking, she rushes into the restroom and inside a stall and locks the door. She pulls down her pants and panties and proceeds to sit on the toilet to release the rest of her poop in the toilet. She looks down at her panties and sees that they are soiled from the backside all the way up to the crotch. She begins to remove her panties and places them on top of the toilet and notices her black leggings only got a little poop on them from the poop smearing through the leg holes and the top. She wipes the poop and it sort or smears but doesn’t show on the outside. Wiping her butt is a huge task and every toilet tissue that she wipes with slides through her butt fiilled with poo. She finishes the whole roll and still feels very icky but is the best she can do. She sprays her pants with body spray and proceeds to put them on without her panties. After leaving the stall she washes her hands with soap and heads out back in the mall to find her mom and hopefully go home. “Mom, since we got the dress can we go back home now im starting not to feel to good and I just want to go home.” “yes hunny we just have to make a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things.” Arriving at the grocery store and walking in sara is feeling squishing between her butt cheeks with every step she takes and she can also smell a faint poop smell and is worried that others around her or maybe her mom can smell her. Heading towards the frozen food isle Sara feels the fimilar pressure in her stomach and is alarmed by an urgent need to release her bowels. “Mom Im going to go to the restroom ill be back.” “Hun lets just check out the house is right around the corner can you make it?” With Saras bowels screaming she didn’t want to let her mom down and feel like a little girl so she agreed and said that she would be fine, knowing that she was lying to her mom and was on the bring of losing control of her bowels for the second time in less than an hour. They go to the self check out and sara begins bagging the items and as she is placing all of the bags in the cart her butt gives in once more and she feels a warm mound of mushy poop slip into her leggings with no panties. As her mom finishes paying sara is standing by the cart with a huge load in her pants and is now feeling helpless because she knows that she cant hide the bulge and smell this time…
  9. Hi, I posted this question earlier but I think it was a bad section Do you enjoy and know more videos similar to this one?: http://my-hidden-garden.tumblr.com/post/145541834894/shy-princess-wets-standing-up-and-led-it-flow I love when girl just casually stands and pees without touching and rubbing her body, do you? ;D
  10. Teen Annie pee desperation on road 1 minute trailer video. Annie_Trailer.mp4
  11. Just uploaded a video I filmed outside whilst taking a smoke. I have awful bladder control. LINK: http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Smoking-Hot-Pee-29039781
  12. Football was never my forte. I never understood the game, why they throw flags, why it’s okay to tackle each other. Basically the whole concept of football is a blur to me, but when a cute guy at school asked me to go, I decided I was definitely going to this game, no matter how confusing of a night. David had been talking for awhile, and I know he’s interested in me, and this football game was going to be the sign off on us dating. I showed up and parked myself in the stands with a warm mug of coffee and a big blanket for us to share. I sipped slowly on the coffee, until I saw him walk up to the stadium. I waved him over and he had a big smile on his face. “Is that for me?” he said, reaching for the coffee. “It’s what’s keeping me warm right now! I don’t wanna share,” I giggled and put it between my legs. “Here, let me fix that,” he leaned in and sat down next to me. He pulled a portion of the blanket over his shoulder and slid his arms around me. I snuggled up next to him and we watched the game together. He let me ask any questions I had about football and held me the entire time. I finished the coffee, so he went up to concessions and got us water bottles with our school logo on them. I chugged mine before he could even open his. “Thirsty much?” David laughed and sat back down. “I’m always thirsty, I have no idea why!” I hit him with the side of the water bottle flirtatiously. During halftime, one of the clubs walked through the stands, selling hot chocolate as a fundraiser. David waved one of them down and bought me a cup, which I sipped on slowly, but still finished quicker than him. He made fun of me again for drinking so much, but I told him it was completely normal for me to drink so much. “Won’t you have to use the bathroom?” “No… I don’t pee at all throughout the school day. I guess I just trained myself to not think about that,” “I think I’ve got an idea…” David said, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. “Uuh.. what?” I didn’t know what exactly he was thinking, but he got up and grabbed my hand, pulling me down the stands and to concessions. He put a 20 dollar bill down onto the counter and asks for 5 water bottles. I followed him to underneath the stadium stands and he sat down, spreading the bottles in front of him. “Chug.” David said, handing me one of the bottles. “Dude, this is a really weird first date. Do you make all of your girlfriends do this?” “No… but it seems you have a talent, and I wanna see how far you can go,” he shrugged his shoulders and motions me to start my mission “Now go ahead and start!” I cracked open the first bottle and started to chug it. Once I finished that one, I kept going one after one, finishing each bottle until we ran out. “How do you feel?” David scooted next me and put his hand on my abdomen, feeling my bladder. “It kind of aches?” I pressed his hand down “I definitely need to pee now” I giggled and stand up. “Uh.. where are you going?” David took my hand and pulled me back. “To the bathroom?” “No! Stay here for a bit longer?... Please?” “I’m gonna come back? I’m not ditching you?” “I just… I want to… Nevermind. You wouldn’t understand,” ` I raise my eyebrows, more confused than I was watching football “No, what is it?” “You can’t judge me, okay? You have to promise not t judge me, or I’ll feel disgusting and I’ll be too embarrassed to ever talk to you again,” he squeezed my hand a little harder. “Yeah, of course! Just tell me!” I urged him. I sat back down next to him and leaned in really close “I… I enjoy watching girls hold their bladders… and then pee everything out… So I thought it would be cool to see what you could do, but your bladder is huge, and I just wanna watch you handle all the liquid you just drank,” David didn’t even look at me while he told me this, but it was way more interesting than the game on the other side of the stands. “So you want to watch me hold my pee?” I said, pulling his chin up to look at me “That’s okay, David. I’m not gonna judge you! If it makes you feel any better, I have a thing for calves… Like really muscular calves are really attractive to me.” “So you don’t think it’s weird?” he looked up and smiled. “No, not at all! People have their own things they find attractive, and you like girls with big bladders.” We moved closer to each other, and I could tell we were both more relaxed. About half an hour went by, and all the water that I drank hit me. I started squiming and grabbing my bladder. He noticed I was beginning to struggle and he smiled. “Your bladder isn’t so tough anymore?” he put his hand back down and presses on my bladder. I winced and let a soft moan out. “Oh come on, girly. How badly do you have to pee?” “10/10 David… My bladder feels like I’m gonna burst open,” “Okay.. let’s play a game-” “After I pee?” “No babe, before you pee…” David placed his hand behind my neck and kissed me. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, putting my hand against my bladder. “Nuh uh…” he grabbed my hand “No touching” I bit my lip and kissed him together, trying to distract myself more than before. The more I kissed him, the more the water seemed to push on my bladder. I whimpered and wiggled, David grabbed onto my hips and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his legs and pressed my hands against the cold pavement beneath him. I look around and no one is coming near where we are, and I get the idea the go a little harder on him. I started grinding against he crotch, which not only got him hard but subsided my bladder for a few moments. His breathing started getting heavier and his grip on my hips got harder. I slid down his body and get between his legs. I rubbed his hard cock through his sweatpants and he started moaning. I raised my hips up into the air to ease some of the pressure from my bladder. I tugged down his bottoms and exposed his cock. I licked up between his balls to the tip of his cock and he convulsed. “You okay?” I giggled out, stroking his cock. “Huh?... Yeah, I’m fine…” he looked down at me and smiled “This isn’t like my usual first dates…” I sucked on his cock, rubbing the inside of his thighs. His moans and thrusts into my throat drove me crazy, and the hornier I got, the more pressure was pushed into my bladder. Soon, I could feel urine, leaking slowly down my thigh. I quickly grasped myself and sat up. “David… I’m going to pee myself…” “Okay, we can stop! Go to the bathroom.” I stood up and felt a little more leak. I grasped myself a little harder and started running in place “Nuh uh David… I’m not gonna make it. I have to go here…” I push my thighs together and start moaning. “Are you comfortable enough to go in front of me?” “Yeah yeah yeah… is that okay?” “Be my guest, girly” I sighed with relief and quickly unfastened my jeans, pulling them to below my knees. I turned around and faced away from him, as to be sure I didn’t make any embarrassing faces. I squatted down and began releasing my huge flood of pee. Right as I started feeling relieved, I heard a deep unfamiliar voice. “Hey! What are you two doing down here!?” I quickly cut off the flow and pulled my pants up, looking around. One of the security guards they keep at the football games was approaching us. David leapt up and got in front of me “Sorry sir! My girlfriend just wasn’t feeling well around all those people, so we came down here to calm her down.” The pressure in my bladder built up again, so I squeezed my thighs together and tried to compose myself. “Oh… Okay… Don’t spend too much time down here. Does she need anything?” “No! Just a few more breaths will do her good. She was just feeling a bit overwhelmed up there. Thank you, though!” The security guard left us and once I saw he was clear, I pulled my pants right back down and completely let out my bladder. It puddled and flooded at my feet and once I had released every last drop, I wiggled my hips and pulled my jeans back up. I turned towards David and his jaw was wide open. He grabbed my hips and shook them back and forth. “You… My dear, are a bladder queen!” “Excuse me, but did you say I was your girlfriend back there?” I blushed and wrapped my arms over his shoulders. “With a bladder like that, I’m never letting go of you,” David kissed my forehead and I got up on my tiptoes and kissed him harder. “Let’s go watch the ending of that game, right?” “Or we can go make out in my car?” he said with a smirk. “Or we can definitely do that.”
  13. Peeing my panties Submitted by: factory47 Submission Date: : 12 Dec 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Panties/Undies Wetting Type: Intentional Wetting Scenario: Staged/Scripted Wetting peeing thru my mesh thong Click here to download this file
  14. It all was because of the damn bus.... Usually the bus which I take from school back to my neighbourhood would arrive on time. But for some reason or the other, it was late. Not your late by a few minutes late. Like more than n hour late. And that wouldn't have been a worried had my bladder not given the signal that it need to empty itself. "D..amn,," I said. Usually I don't swear, not even using mild words like the D word but this was one exception. "Did I hear you swear?" My partner and one of the close friends, Jemimah asked. We ere both of the same age but definitely did not look so. Jemmimah was a tall girl, tall at the age of 13, with feminine curves and growing breasts. Many judged her cup size to be nearly B and guessed that she would have a voluptuous size by her mid-teens. I on the other hand was a short, scrawny 13-year old with a flat chest. Many people commented that I could pass as a ten or even right year old, which made me embarrassed. "Yeah, I uh need to pee," I replied. "Well, surely you can hold. We'll be at my house shortly," she replied. I was heaing over to Jem's place to work on our English project. Mum also wanted me to stay there to until she could pick me up--for some strange reason, my mother didn't trust me to be home alone, even if I was already a teen. I didn't reply to Jem and crossed and uncrossed my legs, hoping that I could really hold it. It was probably the vast amounts of Coca-colaa I had across snack and lunch time. Oh darn it, where's the freakin' bus? The rickety old bus arrived as I dashed up immediately, almost forgetting to flash my ID until the driver reminded me. The ride went smooth until a red light halted the vehicle. My bladder again gave a signal and I squeezed my nylon-clad legs together again. "Oh gosh, Lauren, you're not a kid. Hold it," Jem commented. I didn't reply again as I squeezed my legs tighter, hoping that I could really hold myself till we got to her place. Darn it, move bus, move! Finally, we reached our stop and I scooted out of the bus. Jem's house was at the top of a hill which meant another eight to ten minutes of walking. I started to pick up my pace and then after a few house, stopped. "What's wrong?" "I don't think I can hold it,.." Jem shook her head. "Bloody hell, you're not a baby! Come on, another few more houses and we're there!" I moved again then pass another side road I bent and felt a warm dampness between my legs. "Oh my gosh, are you peeing?!" "I...I..." I turned bright red as pee continued to soak my underwear and travel down my tights. "Come on, we've got to get to my house." She yanked my arm and half dragged me up the hill, A few minutes later, we were inside her bungalow. Just as I kicked off my flat heeled shoes I felt the dampness between my legs again and stopped. "Quick! Up to my room!" She again dragged me up the stairs, but not before pee another trickled down my legs and onto the floor! "Bloody hell Lauren!" She screamed. "I'm so sorry..." "The bathroom is over there and use the spare towel. I'll clean up." Nodding and giving her a "I'm sorry" looking, I did so. I just couldn't believe it, me a thirteen year old wetting myself! And in another person's home! After a grateful shower, I dried off and head into her bedroom. "Jem, I'm so so sorry. That was so stupid of me and I'm so ashamed." "Well, I guess it can happen," she said, crossing over to give me a hug, I started to feel a bit better. "You skirt, knickers and tights are in my washing machine. Should be ready after an hour or so. Here's the rest of your uniform," she pointed. Nodding, I buttoned my blouse (I told you I had no boobs yet) and donned the blazer. Turning to my friend, I remarked, "Uh, can I borrow underwear and shorts or something?" Jem began to cross over to her drawers then stopped. "Uh, I don't think that's possible." "Why not?" "Well, look at me and look at yourself." I then realised what she meant. We were so different in height a build. There was no way I could fit into her undies, let alone any of her clothes. "But...I can't just stay around semi-naked!" "Well, you're lucky I'm a girl as well. Still..." she paused then continued. "I've got an idea. Be right back." Five minutes later, she was back with some sort of package under her right arm and carrying a rather large bag with her left hand. Settling the bag down, she remarked, "I'm sure these are your size." It was then I saw the picture on package. "Are those diapers?" "If you want to use the American term yeah they are nappies. You know my mum's a nurse and my father's a doctor? My cousin is a special needs person and often visits us. She needs to wear these." "Wait, wait, are you suggesting I wear a nappy?!" "Well, as you said, you don't want to stay semi-naked right? And I don't think you and I want another accidental wetting." I started to back away. "No...no way I'm gonna put them on." "Lauren Bebbington, you will or you walk back home with nothing on you!" I wasn't really the type of person to defend myself in arguments. "Ok, but this stay between us. No one knows ok?" "Yeah, now," she tossed the package over to me. "Get them on. I don't want to see your crotch anymore." I extracted one of the nappies out of the open package and unwrapped it. It looked alot like a baby's nappy, except much larger and somehow, it did look like my underwear, except cut open. "Uh..." "You don't know how to put it on?" "Well no, it's not a pull on knickers..." "Get up from the bed," she said, with a commanding tone. I did so and reaching into the bag, she extracted and unfolded a sort of mat and laid it on her bed. It look exactly like a changing mat, except bigger. "Wait, are you going to nappy me?!" I couldn't believe this was happening to me. "Hurry up and lie own on it. We've got to finish the project for Mrs Granger." I did so, turning red in the face again. I heard her rumaged through the bag and then extract out something. From my horizontal position, I saw her squeeze something on her hands and then ow!! "Yikes!" I felt the cold sting around my groin and private part. "This is called Destin. It's cream to prevent any rash from the urine. Espeially given your accident just now." But I just bathed I thought. "No powder?" I murmured from my position. "Not that my mother taught me," she continued, and I felt another cold sting. "Roll over," she commanded again. I felt the nappy positioned around my crotch. Next the sound of adhesive was heard as the dreaded device was secured around me. "All done." I got up and felt like I was transported into another dimension. Moving around slowly, I realised how thick the nappy really was and I was waddling more than walking, Plus there was that sound. "Do you hear that?" "Most nappies crinkle," she commented, gathering up the stuff. "It feels really weird." "Well Lauren, you were the one who wet yourself like a child. Plus as you said, you dont want to stay around naked. Now, let's get on with the project." We did so as I sat with a thick bum. Time flew by and we easily completed most of the project. Then, i felt my bladder signal again. "Urm, can we pause? Need to use the loo," I said. "Don't you realise what you have on?" "Huh?...wait you want me to pee in the nappy?" "Well, that's what they are for. But wait, let's still go to the toilet. Just in case, it leaks through onto the floor." I did so and then my bladder couldn't hold any longer. I couldn't believe it as the nappy swelled, catching my yellow urine. I was certainly turning red. "Well that's a huge piss. Don't think you should sit around in that," Jem said. "You mean to get changed?" "Of course. " "I think my clothes should be ready," I countered. Let me out of this. "No, into a nappy. Your clothes need to dry off." Oh shit. Back into her room, I was place flat down on the large changing mat and the soggy nappy removed. "Ow, ow, ow," I said, as she wiped my privates and even bum with wipes. Then another sting with the Dermatological cream and within minutes, I was in a fresh nappy. "I'll put your clothes in the dryer and then we'll finish up." While she was gone, I looked down at the babyish underwear. Despite the crinkling, I slowly realised I wasn't really waddling around as I walked. Perhaps it was a good safety after all, but I couldn't imagine myself wearing nappies in public just to prevent accidents. That wetting just now was an exception, I told myself. But wearing this, well, it feels kinda cool. Jem returned and we quickly finished off our work. "Well, we've still got time to kill, your mum's not coming until five." "When will my clothes be ready?" "Another oh hour or less. But frankly you do fit into that nappy perfectly. And look cute." "I'm not a baby...." i didn't want to tell her what I thought of it truthfully. "Well, 13 year olds dont wet themselves in public." I turned red again. "Seriously, you should go to a doctor to get checked out." "Then my mother will have to know..." "Yeah well. What do you want to do? Watch TV? Snack?" "Snack," I replied, realising I haven't eaten since lunch. Soon we were both snacking on tortilla chips and dips, cookies and soft drinks. As I drained my cup of soda, she let out a giggle. "What?" "I bet you'll need to pee again." "I won't." I never told her how much soda I drank before the darn bus ride though. "Bet so." "So not." Well, she was right in the end and nature did call once again. And yes, the nappy was quite full. "Man, maybe you really ought to see a doctor," she comment as she untapped the nappy and stung me again with the wipes and cream. Maybe, I thought. I stayed and did pee a bit in the third nappy before she brought my clothes up. As I pulled up my own clean knickers, I again felt I was transported back to a new dimension. Just as I adjusted my uniform, the doorbell rang and it was my mother. "How was your day?" she asked. "Oh, just the usual," I replied, waving goodbye to Jemimah. Maybe I'll come back again, I thought. For the nappies. The End.
  15. This is a story from a while back when was in high school, during my senior year. It's about my friend Rachael. (The name is changed to protect identity.) It was the end of the school day and I was going to the bus stop with my friend Rachael who was coming over to hang out. Rachael was a tall girl, with long black hair, a medium build and a gorgeous face. This day she had short shorts on and a pink low cut tank top that hugged her rather ample breasts nicely. All we ever were is friends but I must admit I always found her extremely attractive. My house was quite far from the school, it took three buses to get home, roughly an hour ride. Rachael and I were just waiting, talking about our days etc, when suddenly she remarks how she kind of had to pee. Needless to say this aroused me, but not wanting to draw suspicion to myself all I say is; "You should go back in the school and pee, we can catch a later bus." "Oh don't be silly," She responded. "It's not that bad, I barely notice it, I'll just pee at your place." This excited me, to think of spending the next hour with a desperate Rachael, even if her desperation wasn't that bad. Our wait lasted longer than usual, the bus to pick us up from school was late. It was a short 5 minute ride from the school to the bus station where we would catch bus number two. Of course the first bus being late caused us to miss the second bus, so we had to wait for another one. Rachael and I sat in the station talking. At this point I could see her desperation had increased a little. She showed small signs such as a mild leg shake, occasional crotch grabbing. "Are you okay?" I asked trying to sound sympathetic and not aroused. "Yeah, I'm fine, I probably should have taken you up on that pee offer though." We both chuckled. It was a long wait for the second bus but it eventually came. While on the bus her desperation seemed to have increased mildly. She continued showing the same signs as in the station but more frequently. The bumpy ride wasn't doing her any favours. When we arrived at the next station to catch the third bus, with all the delays like an hour had passed already, and we still had a ways to go on the third bus. We, again had to wait for the next bus because our delays caused us to miss the one at the time I'd usually take it. We sat inside the station and I could see Rachael was bursting now. "Oh my god! I really need to pee! I should have taken your suggestion, why aren't there any fucken bathrooms in these places!?" "It's okay." I said, rubbing her back to comfort her. "The next bus ride is a short one." At this point we were both pretty silent as I watched the bursting beauty and Rachael tried to focus on containing all her pee. The bus arrived and we got on. While on the bus Rachael showed the most intense sign of desperation yet. Both her hands were clamped against her crotch as she violently shook her leg furiously, doing anything necessary to stay dry. At this point I could see her bladder was quite swollen. We didn't talk much until about ten minutes away from my apartment. " Oh fuck, I'm gonna pee! I leaked a little, this is torture." I hugged her to comfort her, praying my erect penis didn't accidentally rub against her. "It's okay, we're almost there. You're doing great." I felt a mixture of sympathy for my friend, hoping she avoids humiliation yet I also felt unbelievable arousal, at the thought of such a beauty dying for sweet relief. My encouragement seemed to help her as she managed to make it to my stop dry. She Got off and we walked to my house, which was about a three minute walk. I had to help her walk as she was focusing on keeping dry, while leaking a little. We got into my building and proceeded to my apartment, which fortunately for her was on the first floor. She did a waddle/run to my apartment. And just as she got in she froze." Oh fuck, I can't move! If I move, I'm gonna burst." Rachael wasn't the kind to exaggerate, so if she said she couldn't move, she meant it. There was no way she could climb the stairs to the second floor of my apartment (My apartment at the time had 2 floors) to use the toilet. I thought quickly, and then I remembered my brother and I had finished a two liter bottle of pop the day before. I grabbed it from the recycling, found a funnel in the cupboard and gave it to her. Here Rachael, if you can't go to the toilet use this. What!? Are you insane this is..." "There's no time to argue, it's either the bottle or your pants." She hesitantly took them from me and I turned away to give her privacy. She pulled down her shorts and panties. "Oh god! Oh finally." I could hear here sighs of relief as well as the found of the urine violently entering the bottle. She peed for what seemed like an eternity, and when she was done almost all the two liter bottle was filled . Rachael was really embarrassed after all this. I saw a small wet patch on her crotch, but overall she managed to avoid an accident. "Thanks, that was some quick thinking. I should probably dump this down the sink." She said pointing to the pee bottle. "Uhhh, yeah... that's... probably what you should do." I so badly wanted to keep that bottle. After all this Rachael made me swear I'd never tell anyone about this. I promised and we had a fun afternoon together. Overall an amazing experience.
  16. "Sigh" nena knew what was going to happen. She did not fight it she just let it out. Three years ago, when she started high school, she has lost all bladder control. No one could explain it... well manly due to her trying to hide it. She tried to fix it but soon gave up and starred to where a diaper. She became a teen age baby, but she was ok with that. So she stood there and peed her diaper. "Hehe I guess I should chang" she said. She went to her cupboard and saw she had only to left. "Wow I guess I need to go get some more" so she decided to go to wall-mart, but this was not going to be a normal trip
  17. Cindy (teenager) wet herself in fear when she was suspected and intimidated by a security officer. The scene is very fast but quite evident when someone came to try to help her. DUNIA TERBALIK - Cindy Takut Sama Kelakuan Kamtib Aming [30 Januari 2018]
  18. I thought I'd bring over some Experience Project stories I wrote a while back. Here is one from November 27th, 2010. I have always loved masturbating, farting and peeing in my sweatpants. About a week ago I finally decided to try pooping in my sweatpants. My parents when away for the weekend camping up-north and they surprisingly (I'm 16) allowed me to stay home. When I heard this, my heart started pounding from just thinking of what I could do. In about 5 seconds I already had everything planned out in my head... Some random shirt, tight briefs, and my sweatpants. Do it in the basement bathroom where it is spacious and easy to clean. The day after my parents left, I was feeling horny and decided to read some stories about girls my age who like to pee and poop themselves. After being really turned on, I decided to get in to my planned outfit and go into the basement. I got the hanging shaving mirror in the shower and laid it on the floor so I could see my big poop coming out making a bulge in my sweats. I pulled my pants up so they were tight on my ass and slowly pushed it out. It was not hard but not soft. I could the bulge being made. I grabbed my cock from the outside of my pants and starting rubbing it. I started moving the poop in my pants. I could see the poop coming through my sweats. It felt amazing. Then I peed and jacked off till I came. It was a good weekend :)
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  21. Cold. That was the thought filling my head- It was very, very cold. Quickly, another thought joined it- Stupid. How could I be so stupid? I argued with myself, trying to convince myself that what I was doing wasn't completely idiotic. After all, I was eighteen years old. If I wanted to ride my bike over an hour, in the middle of the night, to meet up with an older woman that was my choice. I was now a legal adult, so this kind of thing was okay, right? My desire to see a girl pee in her pants was a highly motivating factor. Were it not for this woman's supposed interest in wetting her pants in front of me, I definitely would not have done this. However, the opportunity was too good to pass up. Dana and I had started chatting in a watersports chat room a few months before this. Even though she was thirty four years old, she didn't live so far away as to make a meet-up impossible. Though I would have preferred she was closer to my age. With my parents away celebrating their anniversary, and my only sibling gone at summer camp, I actually had a real opportunity to meet her. Sitting alone, freezing cold, on a park bench at 1:30am, I was starting to feel very stupid. Before I left to meet her I was excited by the possibilities, but sitting alone in the dark I couldn't help but think about everything that might go wrong. “Why is she late?” I wondered to myself. She was supposed to have met me thirty minutes ago, but there had been no sign of her. Maybe she never intended to actually meet me? Maybe she wasn't even really a girl? Yes, I had seen her on webcam, but the super low quality of 1990's dial up internet, combined with her poorly lit room, she could have been a guy with long hair, or wearing a wig. It was difficult to make out much on the fuzzy, pixelated webcam image. Another possibility suddenly trampled into my head- Maybe she did show up on time, saw me sitting out there, and left. That was probably what happened, I figured. She saw how young I looked in real life, picked up on my complete lack of confidence, and decided she could do better and just left. After all, what would a successful, attractive, 34 year old woman see in an 18 year old boy who didn't have a job and lived with his parents? Just then my thoughts were interrupted by the loud sound of a motorcycle. Looking up I could see that a motorbike had pulled into the parking lot. Dana, in all of our conversations, never mentioned that she rode a motorcycle, but perhaps this was her. The rider got off, obviously a man and obviously much older than 34. “Oh God,” I thought, “Is this Dana?” I considered it could be Dana. This man, posing as a woman to lure teenagers out here in the middle of the night, where no one could see what was going on. He did look quite a bit different from what Dana seemed to look like on her webcam though. He stood there, looking around, as if waiting for something. Several times he looked past me, but didn't seem interested. If he had lured me there, I reasoned, wouldn't he be approaching me, or doing something? Not just standing there waiting. I couldn't take not knowing. The uncertainty of the situation was too much for me. If this man was Dana, I wanted to get whatever was going to happen over with. Shivering from the cold and nerves, I walked towards him. He stared at me as I crossed the grassy area the separated us. I reached him, but he didn't say a word. “Are you Dana?” I managed to stammer. “No,” he said, glaring at me. Just then, another motorcycle pulled up next to us. Not Dana nodded at the other rider, put on his helmet, and they took off together. I was relieved, but still wondering where the real Dana was. At this point she was nearly 45 minutes late. I returned to my bench and contemplated my situation. After thinking it over for a bit, I was completely convinced that at some point she simply decided she wanted a real man, not some kid who had just turned 18. Maybe she decided this earlier and never even left to meet me. Or maybe she did show up, saw me there, and decided to take off. At that moment a white sedan pulled into the parking lot. The door opened, the driver stepped out, and I instantly knew that this was Dana. She had curves, but she wasn't overweight. Her shoulder length hair was somewhere between light brown and blonde. She was wearing tight, faded blue jeans, just like she said she would be, and a white blouse. She looked directly at me, then started walking towards my bench with a confidence and determination that I would never be able to match. Suddenly I was absolutely terrified. My heart was jumping into my throat with every beat. I was absolutely sure that once she saw me up close she would change her mind about me. And then, before I could manage another thought, she was standing right in front of me. “Are you Tvguy?” she asked. I nearly threw up I was so nervous. My lips moved and I heard myself say, “Yes.” “You're really cute,” she said, “I mean I could tell online you were cute, but you are way better than what I was expecting.” My face grew hot as I turned bright red. I was at a total loss for what to do. What should I say? We had talked about so much kinky stuff online, but now with her standing right in front of me, it seemed extremely inappropriate to talk about anything like that. My mind raced, trying to find some kind of experience to guide me on what to do next. Time was passing. This was awkward. Finally my brain landed upon job interview training and professional introductions. I stood up, shook her hand, and with my best friendly and confident voice I said, “It is nice to meet you.” Instantly, I felt very dorky for doing this. She was going to walk away. What was I even thinking? How did I ever possibly think this would go well? Once again I felt like I might throw up. Squeezing her legs tightly together, hands pressed into her crotch, she said, “It was a very long drive and I need to pee really bad. I don't see a bathroom around here. I think I might have an accident. “So,” she continued, now whispering, “Are you still interested in seeing a grown woman tinkle in her panties like a little child?” Oh. My. God. The look she was giving me was insanely seductive. She was somehow pouting while doing a naughty smile. My brain completely shut down. I could no longer even begin to form any kind of coherent thought. The cold night air snapped me out of my coma. Had it been seconds? Minutes? I had no way to tell. She was saying something but my brain had temporarily lost the ability to process auditory stimuli. Then I realized I had a full erection, standing right in front of her. She noticed too. “Well it doesn't look like you'll mind too much if I wet my pants,” she smiled at me, leaning in close and grinding against my erection. Without any other words exchanged she stepped back, looked down, and her jeans started to turn dark with wetness. A brief sigh of relief came from her as she completely soaked her pants, standing right in front of me, in the middle of the park. The warm pee stain on her pants steamed in the cold night air. She looked into my eyes, now her face was red. “Did you like that?” she whispered to me. I nodded. She suggested we leave, citing the low temperature and the desire to not have someone catch her with wet pants in public. We managed to fit my bike into the back of her car, somehow, and she gave me a ride home. Now, I truly wish that I could report this was only the start of things that evening. When we got back to my house she gave me ample opportunities to invite her inside. I was extremely nervous, very awkward, and had no idea how to close the deal. It felt like anything I might have said would just come across as pervy and creepy. Despite her giving me ample openings, and me very much wanting for more between us, I was simply too shy to take advantage of the opportunities that she was presenting. She drove off. I could tell she was disappointed that nothing else was going to happen. So was I, but I was at a loss for what to say. Feeling very stupid I went inside and laid down on my bed, trying to digest everything. I was still very horny, but it felt wrong to masturbate to thoughts of her without her explicit permission, so I crawled under my covers and eventually fell asleep. It was still very cold out.
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