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  1. AsianXContent

    Jeeya Pee in Her Jeans

    Jenice_11_03_1901.mp4
  2. Teen Annie pee desperation on road 1 minute trailer video. Annie_Trailer.mp4
  3. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c6f609426ba5
  4. An original short story I decided to write. Simple young female unintentional desperation and wetting with humiliation. She is 14 so if that or any of the other is not your thing, turn back now. There is no sexual content in this fiction. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ My first day of high school was pretty average I guess. Mostly just met our teachers, got our school IDs and textbooks and whatnot. Did I make any friends? No, but that’s okay. I can worry about that later. Right now I just want to get home after a quick pee break that I really need right now. I make my way to the bathroom but instead I'm met by caution tape over the women’s restroom door with a sign saying “closed for maintenance”. “Crap!” I mutter, frustrated as I bounce in my spot. What the hell, they were just fine when I walked by them before my last class an hour and half ago! A janitor comes out with a mop bucket and sees me standing there. “Sorry kid, someone thought it would be funny to put firecrackers in the toilets.” He says, as he walks by. “Excuse me.” Great, just great. My average day got worse. I groan as I leave the school and just head straight for the buses. Fine, it’s whatever, I should be able to hold it until I get home. Hopefully. I sit down at a bench, cross my legs, and hug my backpack in my lap. Thankfully the bus doesn’t take too long to come. Bus 363 stops in front of the curb and I quickly get on and find a seat near the middle. I curl up against the window, set my bag on the seat and try to not think about my almost full bladder. As the seats fill up, another girl decides to sit next to me. I turn my head to look at her. The first thing I notice about her is that she has much bigger boobs than I do. Not that I’m jelly or anything. I’m perfectly fine with my… a cups. Yep. “You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” She looks over to me as she set her bag down at her feet. I shake my head no. Her clothes are more fashionable than my red shirt and jeans. She has a really pretty sparkly light blue sweater and white pants. Her boots match her top, and my old converse shoes have fresh gum stuck to the bottom. I lift my foot up and try to scrap it off on the floor. My bladder aches in pain as the bus starts moving again and I shift in my seat. “I’m Sarah Chester.” She introduces herself as she sways her long strawberry blond hair behind her head which was beautifully styled compared to my boring short brown hair. Wow, are we already on a last name basis? “Allie.” I reply. “Oh, I think you were in my homeroom!” Her face lights up. “Oh, cool.” I say, not so enthusiastically. It’s not that I don’t want to try to make friends with this girl, it’s just I have to PEE SO FREAKING BAD that I literally can’t concentrate much on a conversation right now. Every bump in the road makes this stupid bus bounce which is only making my bladder scream. She stops talking for a few minutes, probably because she thinks I hate her. I shove a hand between my legs and wiggle them. I hope Sarah doesn’t notice, but of course she does. “Are you okay over there, Allie? You look… uncomfortable.” She asks, concerned about me. “Um... yeah I’m fine.” I give a sheepish smile without making eye contact. You’re not going to get a lot of info out of a shy girl, especially about her bathroom needs. Sarah shrugs and turns away for the moment. She keeps talking about her school day every couple minutes but I could only give short answers. I can’t think about anything other than how much I urgently need a toilet. “Oh my god, I can’t believe how much homework-” Sarah stops mid-sentence when a loud popping sound came from outside the bus. I jump in my seat, startled from the sudden noise and I immediately start to leak in my pants. It took every ounce of my strength to stem the flow as I grab my crotch and hold myself tightly with my legs crossed. I feel a small wet spot under my hand. “What the HELL was that?!” She says loudly as the bus wobbles and pulls over the to side of the road. This isn’t happening… this is NOT happening. Dammit, now what? The bus driver stands up. “Tire blew out, guys. Sorry but it looks like we’re going to be here a little while.” He says over the intercom before he begins calling someone over the radio. “No.. please no.” I mutter as tears began slowly welling up in my eyes. I continue holding myself. On a scale of 1 to 10 on how badly I need to pee, I am at a solid 9 and it’s only climbing higher. 14 year old me starts crying in her seat because she’s about to have an accident in her pants. Sarah looks over to me, and places a hand on my shoulder. “Wow, are you okay, what’s wrong?” She looks down at my lap and her mouth opens as she seems to have put two and two together. “Oh no. That’s not good. Are you going to be alright?” I take a deep breath. “I don’t know…” I reply softly, my voice cracking from desperation. Sarah wraps her arm around me and supports me with her other hand. “Don’t worry, Allie, you’re going to be okay. Just hold on tight!” Yeah, what do you think I’m doing? This is so embarrassing! I hate that I have to hold myself like this. Everyone that looks my way will know I really have to pee but if I remove my hand I’ll wet my pants for sure. Having Sarah there makes me feel better, emotionally at least, but I can’t help but think I’m just putting off the inevitable. Every minute feels like an hour, and every minute I feel like I'm going to lose it completely. I clench my eyes shut as tears flow down. Sarah hugs tighter. “Do you want me to see if I can get something for you to pee in?” I couldn’t reply so I just shrug. Pulling my pants down and peeing in a bottle on the bus is not what I had in mind but at this point I feel like I don’t have much of a choice. In the back of my mind, I’m positive that I’m not going to make it home without having an accident but I can't think like that. I can't pee my pants, I just can't! I cry as the pain from my bladder grows stronger. My body shakes with desperation. Sarah asks around for a bottle or anything. Thankfully she didn’t give any details, but it still got people to look our way. I felt stares. I look up and saw the boy in the adjacent seat glancing at me. I turn my head away and shot from a 9 to a 10. I begin leaking more in my pants every couple seconds. I place my hand on Sarah’s shoulder and she turns to me. “Sarah… I’m not going to make it.” I confide in her and began sobbing. She hugs me again and pulls her backpack up to the seat. “Allie, it’s okay. I’ll block the view.” I’m so glad she does, because right at that moment, I can’t hold it anymore. My bladder gives up and pee gushes out, drenching my jeans. Relief comes quickly, as does utter humiliation. I close my eyes tightly and drown out the world around me as I wet myself like a little girl. I don’t believe it. This is a nightmare. I can feel my pants soaking with pee with my hand still tightly clutching between my legs as it flows under me. “Stop staring at her, asshole!” She shouts. I could feel her pushing her bag closer to me. As I finish peeing my pants, I hear some guys outside the bus talking. I look out the window and saw they had changed the tire already before I look over to Sarah. “I’m sorry, I can’t believe this happened.” My voice still shaking from the sheer embarrassment. I look down at myself. I had completely flooded my jeans from my crotch, all the way down my legs and into my shoes. A large puddle is underneath my feet. “Don’t apologise. It’s not your fault. It’s just an accident.” I felt her hand on my shoulder once more as she hugs me again. This time I hug back. I want Sarah to be my new friend. Maybe a best friend. “Sorry about the delay folks, we’re back up and running now.” The bus driver announces over the intercom before sitting back down. Sarah kept me blocked from peering eyes as the bus drives off. “Thank you Sarah.” I look to her and smile. “Can we be friends?” I ask, hopeful. “Definitely.” She smiles back. I start to feel much better now. Still embarrassed. But at least i made a new friend. I just hope I can get home before my parents so I don’t get a talk. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thank you for reading if you got this far. Please let me know what you think.
  5. Bladder_Queen

    The Football Game

    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.”
  6. Some nights, when I'm not drinking, I drive my friends from home parties to clubs in the city center. I also sometimes drive them back home after a night in the city. This have led me to witnessing some occasions of very interesting desperation. I thought I could share one of them here. One girl, that I don't really know that well, is named Gina. She is about 1.70 m, blonde hair and an average body. I would describe her as a kind of "girl-next-door", she isn't among the most beautiful girls I've seen, but definitely pretty cute. One night, a couple of years ago, she called me and asked me to drive her and a male friend from a party to the city center. I said yes, and started driving. The trip from the party to the city center took about 15 minutes, but we also had to pick up another guy on the way. I picked up Gina and her friend, and drove towards the second location, where we would pick up the last guy. It only took about five minutes to get there, but we had to wait for a while outside his house, before he came out. While we waited, Gina suddenly said: "Wow, I really need to pee". This surprised me, because she hadn't shown any signs of desperation before this point. She was wearing a white dress, that went to her knees. She wasn't very drunk, but a little tipsy. The male friend of Gina said: "Yeah, I need to pee as well. Should we go outside?". Gina didn't say anything, but both of them went out of the car. The guy walked to some bushes by the side of the road, but surprisingly enough, Gina just lifted her dress, and pulled down her panties. This happened right next to the car, and I saw everything. I could see all of her pussy, and her cute white thong panties. Then she squatted down, and instantly started peeing, with quite a strong stream. I could see it all: Her cute, shaved pussy, and the pee forcing its way down to the asphalt. The pee was light yellow, and made a little river on the street. The car window was down, so I could also hear the pee coming out of her, and hitting the asphalt. Gina looked like she totally didn't care that she was peeing on a public street. Maybe she didn't notice me looking at her, maybe she was too drunk to care (although she didn't seem very drunk), or maybe this was normal to her. There was nobody else around, and considering that the other guy was behind some bushes on the other side of the street, I was the only one who witnessed the scene. And it made me very aroused. After about 30 seconds of peeing, she slipped her panties back up, and got back in the car. She didn't wipe or shaking to get some of the pee off of her, so I can imagine her panties getting fairly wet. When she had sat down in the car again, we just started talking about other things. She didn't say a word about what had just happened. And I did my best not to show how aroused I was.
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  9. bazinga

    malefemale New Life

    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.
  10. The Tragedy of Lauren Frazier Prologue: One girl, whom beams with *some* dignity (In fair Burningham where we lay our scene). From swollen bladders due to much tarry Where forbidden liquids make civil pants unclean From forth the fatal loins of procrastination A desperate girl does relax her gates Whose embarrassing presence overthrows The strife in which her life hath been consumed. The fearful aching inside her bladder And the continuance of waste stockpiling. Which, but release, naught could soothe, Is now but for thou to sit and read-- So do read, with discerning eyes And watch her grievous fate unfold indefinitely. Lauren turned away from the book that lay on her desk. She was too concerned on her ever-filling bladder than Romeo and Juliet (which, now, she could hardly read). She could feel her reserves of urine trying even harder than before to break out of her. With tears in her eyes she struggled to sit still. Suddenly a harder wave struck her walls and released a small spurt into her panties. Knowing that her last defenses were starting to break, she felt it was time to put more manual (as literal as the word manual can get [meaning with her hands]) work into holding back the inevitable collapse. using both hands, she applied ample force against her pee hole, hoping to survive another fifteen minutes of her English class. She was an optimistic girl, but even she could see what was about to happen if she did not soon relieve herself. Lauren was a sixteen-year-old girl attending an average public school and leading a normal life. She was fairly skinny and short, 5’3”, and had long, wavy, black hair. Though she was never too popular with the boys, no one could deny that her smile glowed bright and her eyes were serene. She had no interest in what most may think popular or ‘cool’; for this she was not really interacted with. She was never bullied, nor had she ever felt like she was. She was merely an introvert with tastes unique. Other than that, she was like everyone else; normal. She wished for nothing more, and nothing more she got. Until this day of course. It seems today that the Gods willed her to be plagued with the curse of notoriety. Then again, it could be her own thoughtlessness that got her into this mess. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That Morning: “Lauren! Come on, dear, you have to go to school! You can’t sleep forever!” Lauren’s eyes slowly opened in response to her mother’s call. Is it morning already? She thought as she rose from her nest of blankets. The last thing she had remembered doing was constructing her den, then reading her favorite books. She must have been up late, because all she could do was complain about her lethargy. As soon as she got the will to get out of her bed, however, she noticed another thing to complain about. She had not used the restroom since last night, and now needed to pee. Being the lovely procrastinator she is, decided it wasn't one of her priorities at the moment and proceeded to head towards the exit of her room. After several steps, Lauren noticed something. She felt a warm liquid running down her leg. Curious to what it may be, she decided to touch the area she felt it at. To her surprise, and ultimate dismay, she found that her pajama bottoms were also warm and wet, and that her problem was none other than the fact she was peeing her pants! She snapped out of her state of shock and stopped the flow of her urine. After this, she was now more awake. Scared that her mother may find out, she took off her pajamas and panties and threw them in the corner of her closet. I’ll deal with those later… She thought as she grabbed a pair of nice, pink-striped panties and a pair of jeans. She slid them both on one leg at a time as most normal folk would. She then took a bra (she doesn't wear one to bed) and a purple T-shirt out of her closet and put them on as well. Once she thought she looked nice enough, she continued downstairs. As she sluggishly walked down the stairs, Lauren thought to herself: Maybe I really should use the bathroom. I might not get another chance later… “Lauren! If you don’t come here right now, you won’t have time for breakfast!” Her slow steps turned into hurried lunges as she headed down the stairs to the kitchen. Upon arrival, she found that a cup of nice, home-brewed coffee along with a plate of waffles were waiting for her. “Thank you, mom! You are aweso--” She stopped. She felt her urge to pee come again, and this time it came back a little stronger. This was nothing she couldn't handle, however, she had just let her guard down. “What’s the matter dear?” “Oh, nothing!” “Well eat your food then. We have to go!” Lauren finished her food with much haste and hurried into her mother’s car (Lauren did not particularly like school buses, for the kids on them were far too loud). They only lived about ten minutes from the school, but today they had left late. Late as in, “oh my gosh” late. Lauren had only twenty minutes before her first bell rung and it took her at least five minutes to get to her class. Normally, Lauren would have been fine, but today was completely different. As they were traveling down the road to the school, Lauren started to worry. She felt her bladder start to fill and it was not nice at all. She started thinking about what she would do as soon as she was dropped off. She decided that when she was there, she would go to the building closest to her and use the restroom inside. She didn't care for putting thought into these things. Besides, it’s kind of hard to do so when you need to pee and you are worried for the events to come. The car stopped suddenly and scared the piss out of Lauren. Luckily, only a small spurt leaked into her underwear before she ceased the stream. “Okay, dear, have a great day at school!” Her mother nudged her into the closed passenger door to the car, which Lauren was slow to open. She finally opened it and dashed to the building nearest her without a single thought. She didn't have to go too urgently, but it was enough to annoy a teenage girl. “What… the hell is this?!” Lauren couldn't believe her eyes. There was a girl, that seemed around the same age as her, peeing on the door of the girls’ bathroom. People were gathered around (there were many boys, for her girlhood was showing. A lot.) her, watching her commit public urination and chanting words of little sense. “We will no longer be oppressed by society! Today is our day!” She yelled with passion and vigor. This girl was one worthy to lead a cause. She could probably lead a war and win with nothing but her wellspring of morale. It really is too bad that she ended up fighting for a cause she most likely doesn't understand. Her stream splashed against the end of the door, soaking the wood and making it dark. The excess pee bounced off and started a puddle beneath her feet. A prominent hissing noise could be heard and seemed as though she was enjoying herself. Her stream started dying and that’s when she decided to stand up and turn towards the crowd. With dwindling stream of urine still coming from her, she gave her last words to the crowd, “Fight for what you think is right! Love is not wrong! I am here because of fate!” She then collapsed on the floor; falling in her own puddle. Soon after her fall, some administrators came in and cleared everyone out and cleaned the mess. Nothing was heard from that girl since… After witnessing a crazy display of urination, Lauren felt her bladder ache more. She shoved a hand in between her legs to help support, but by the time she was comfortable, the bell had rung and students were heading to class. With tears filling in her eyes, she carefully walked to her English class. When she stepped into the classroom, she hoped the teacher had not noticed her tardiness. Thankfully he was too busy chewing out one of her classmates for throwing rusty nails at other students. She took her seat in the back of the classroom and prayed. She prayed not to a god, but instead prayed to her bladder. You can tell she really was against her fate. The teacher decided that confiscation of the student’s nails was punishment enough and began teaching the class. “Well alright, class. Let me get something straight here. This is an English class. I need you all to stop putting rat traps inside of my desk drawers!” As if it were on cue, a kid in the classroom started chuckling to himself. “Anyways, today it’s gonna be easy. I have divorce papers and other crap to go through so we’re gonna act like we do something today. Open your book to, uh…. Romeo and Juliet or something and read for fifteen minutes. I don’t care. When you’re done, I really couldn't care less what you do. Just please leave me the hell alone… I hate kids.” With those words, the teacher went back to his desk and began to sleep. Lauren started to wonder if this was all just a crazy dream or something, but that thought was soon shattered by a devastating wave of desperation. She crossed her legs together as tight as she could and pulled out the textbook underneath her and laid it on the desk. She turned to the story and began to read. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now: Her optimism soon ran low when another strike of urine attempted to make its way out. Another jet of pee escaped, further wetting her striped panties. I really can’t do this.. I should run out of the classroom right now… ooh! She held herself as best as she could. She gathered the attention of one of the other students. They turned around and said, “Hey, you alright?” the look in their eyes showed concern. This person seemed to truly care for others, and wished the best for those around them. They meant only to help Lauren’s poor soul, but unfortunately, their inquiry did something far worse. Lauren was startled very much by the student, and, in response, jumped out of her seat and squealed in fear. She then realized that the squealing had attracted the rest of the class. Now she was standing in the back of the room in a scared stance. The humiliation of the situation didn’t seem to affect her. Only the urine passing through her girlhood into her clothing fazed her. The hissing coming from her pee hole indicated that she was now in the process of wetting herself. Her hot, yellow stream shot against her saturated panties and started to run down her legs. If she wasn’t in this situation, she’d probably start playing with herself. Her pee started to fall to the ground with a harsh dripping sound and made a growing puddle. She stood there peeing for another good thirty seconds until her stream began to slow down into a trickle. Still feeling sublime from the relief, Lauren decided to sit back in her desk and relax. When the stream finally stopped, she decided it was a nice time to sleep. When she was just about to close her eyes…. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Lauren! Come on, dear, you have to go to school! You can’t sleep forever!” Lauren woke up with a shock when these word were heard. She was even more shocked to find she was back in her room inside of her nest. However, she was most surprised when she realized she had wet herself while she was dreaming. “Oh, damn it!” She cursed to herself as she got out of her blankets to go to her closet. She then proceeded to get dressed in similar clothes, eat a similar breakfast, and get into the same situation again. Eventually when she wet herself, she woke back up in her room, wet. You know how long this lasted? Forever. The worst part is… she doesn't even know it. Lauren closed the book that laid on her desk. “That was a stupid story… God, when are those fifteen minutes gonna end? I hafta pee…” THE END Alright! This was my first fiction I have posted onto this site so far. For the longest time I had no ability to post because of the device I was using, so I could never contribute. Now I actually have something I can use, and I wish to contribute to this amazing community as well. Please mind any mistakes and I hope you enjoy. I literally didn't think about what I was typing when I was typing. Oh, and Happy Holidays!
  11. File Name: all of disposablepussy's vids and pics File Submitter: thebeatgoeson22 File Submitted: 10 Apr 2014 File Category: Home Made Videos Clothing: Various 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! Click here to download this file
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    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
  13. 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
  14. thebeatgoeson22

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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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  15. 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…
  16. 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
  17. edisonarantes

    female Field trip desperation

    When we were 16 years old, my class went to a field trip to an old base from World War 2. It was located 30 minutes from our school, and we went there with a bus. Before we left, I already knew there were limited toilet facilities on the base, so I hoped to witness some desperation from the girls in my group. One of the girls in my group was Therese. I didn't know her very well; she was not among my best friends. She was pretty average looking, with slim body, brown hair and eyes. She was not very tall, maybe 160 cm or 5 feet 2. This day, she was wearing some tight, light blue jeans, that really showed of her cute butt. When we arrived at the base, we were standing outside to receive some information. I noticed that Therese didn't stand still, but kind of shifted her weight from one foot to the other, occasionally crossing her legs. This continued as we got a walking tour around the base. Whenever we stopped, she would cross her legs, and tapping her feet. I saw her going over to the teacher at one point, but I didn't hear what they discussed. Based on Therese's facial impression, I don't think she was happy with the outcome of their conversation, so I imagined she probably asked if there were any toilets she could use. An hour passed, and Therese's desperation continued to grow. I was far more interested in watching her, than paying attention to the teachers, trying to tell us about the base. And to be honest, I was surprised that she hadn't peed herself already. After a little while, it was time for us to return to the school, and the bus came to pick us up. I sat behind Therese, and managed to listen to parts of her conversation with the girl sitting next to her. "I really need to pee, I've been holding it since we got here", she said. The other girl said that she also needed to pee, but that it wasn't an emergency. "Will you be able to hold it until we get back to the school?", the other girl asked. "I don't know", Therese whispered, as she held both her hands firmly into her crotch, while crossing her legs. At this point, I was sure I would witness a pee accident. Ten minutes before reaching the school, Therese quietly said, almost whispered: "Oh no!" This really got my attention, and I discretely tried to look at her jeans, to see if they got wet. "What happened?" the other girl asked. "Nothing", Therese said, and they didn't say anymore. But even though I couldn't see anything, I'm quite sure that she leaked quite a bit into her panties. When the bus arrived at the school, I made sure to walk behind Therese, so that I would get a good look if she peed anymore before reaching the toilets. When she stood up from the bus seat, I saw a wet spot on her ass, maybe the size of a tennis ball. She didn't try to hide it, so I don't think she was aware of the quite obvious pee stain. But it was a little chaos as everybody tried to exit the bus at once, and I don't think anyone else noticed the wet spot on her light blue jeans. I followed her to the toilets, pretending that I needed to go as well, but to my disappointment, she managed to hold the rest of her pee until she reached the toilet. This was at the end of our school day, so Therese didn't have to go with her wet panties for very long, and I don't think anyone else noticed her little pee accident.
  18. 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.
  19. amandalu862

    female A change of underwear

    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.
  20. Back when I went to school, one of my best friends was a girl, named Mary. Mary was not very tall, maybe just under 1.60. She had dark brown, long hair, brown eyes, and a cute and petite body. She used to play soccer, and was well trained, with a flat belly, cute round butt and rather big breasts. This story took place when she was 16 years old. She was wearing tight black jeans, and a white sweater, and she kept her hair in a pony tail. We had a test in school, and as usual, the students were not allowed to go to the bathroom during the test. It was a warm day, and several of the students had drunk a lot earlier on the day. This led to several slight pee-needing students, but the most desperate, was Mary. I sat ca. one meter to the left, and a little behind of her, something that made it easy for me to observe her during the test. The test lasted for one hour, and half an hour into the test, I saw her crossing her legs, and putting her left hand between her legs. She kept writing with her right hand. I finished the test early (I was somewhat of a geek), and spent the time watching as her desperation grew. Ten minutes later, she raised her hand, and the teacher walked to her. "May I use the bathroom?" Mary whispered. "No, I'm sorry", the teacher said, and turned around and walked away. I was glad to sit so close, making me able to hear their conversation. Mary looked at me, and gave me a worried look, carefully biting her lower lip. I gave her a compassionate smile, and she kept writing on her test. She kept tapping her feet, crossing and uncrossing her legs, and constantly keeping one of her hands between her legs. Another ten minutes later, only ten minutes before the test was finished, Mary raised her hand again. The teacher came to her, and she asked: "May I please use the bathroom, I really need to go". The teacher once again turned down her request, and said that it was only ten minutes left. She had to wait until the test was finished. It looked like she couldn't concentrate on anything other than keeping the pee inside her bladder. She stopped writing, and kept both her hands firmly into her crotch, tapping her feet and crossing her legs. Surprisingly, she was able to keep control until the test was finished, and when the teacher said that we were free to go, she quickly rushed to the bathroom, which, lucky for her, was not occupied. Later, when I talked to Mary, she confessed that she had been absolutely on the verge of peeing her pants. At one point, she didn't think she was going to make it. She also confessed that while she rushed towards the bathroom, she leaked a little into her panties, making her panties fairly wet. But this wasn't visible on her pants.
  21. Charlie Kirby

    female Cat Costume, Peeing Upside-Down

    So here I find myself again desperate to tell you about another experience. This one is an experience that was very different and extremely good fun. I don’t have a great deal of time, so I’ll cut to the chase. For those of you that haven’t been following my posts, I’m writing about a few years ago when I was attending high school. At the time, I lived with my parents a fair walk from the school. After school, I walked past some shops and through a wood, somewhere to this day I have never seen another soul. Quite often I’d stop in the woods for an hour or so, telling my parents I’d had an after school club. It was lovely to sit completely alone in amongst nature. Many a time I had been there, using the time for various activities, including some which you may be able to guess. The day in question, a Wednesday, was like many before. I spent the day at school fantasising in my boredom. From lesson to lesson, my hormones had built up. I was just one lesson away from the end of the day when I started to plan what I’d do on the walk home. It’s an incredible feeling, planning such naughty things knowing you will take great pleasure in doing them. Every time I thought of something, I became more desperate to go out and do it. My panties tingled as I fantasised. I was really excited about the walk home. It was going to be eventful, I’d been waiting all day for this. I’d formed a plan of how things would happen, and it all started when I got to the costume shop, a little way from the woods. Despite my best efforts, I’d failed to make myself desperate. But that didn’t stop me. For me, desperation adds to pleasure, but when I can’t get desperate without arousing suspicion, I’m more than happy to settle for just a wetting. But this was no means going to be ‘just a wetting’. I couldn’t get my school uniform mucky, my Mom would find out about my secret then. So instead, I needed to buy some clothes on the way to the woods. And where better than the costume shop? I entered it knowing I wanted something to wear that I wouldn’t normally put on. Something that could be different, and maybe a little kinky. And there was one thing that took my fancy. I have this thing for cat ears. It’s not quite a fetish, but I do find those little triangle ones that sit atop your head pointing sharply to the sky somewhat attractive. So I went looking for a cat costume. It was a small shop, run by a lovely Indian family. The man behind the counter was very helpful and I left the shop with a wonderful outfit in my bag. It was a one piece costume, made up of a skin tight suite which fitted me snugly from my chest down to my toe. It was patterned as if to be a ginger cat, cut across the cleavage. There was a frilly short skirt to accompany things, and the part that really interested me; two pert soft ears to slip on my head. I walked briskly to the woods, desperate to find the right spot and get on with it. Oh how my body needed some pleasure. And I had a sneaky little plan to spice things up. The wood area drops about half way it, with a large ditch separating two levels of undergrowth. The ditch was deep, with about a six foot drop on one side. The incline of the sides was such that you could lay on them, quite comfortably, with your head at the bottom and your feet elevated high above you. Granted you couldn’t stay there long (the blood got to your head), but it was a novel feeling to be in that position. And today I wanted to turn novel into sexual. So I stripped off my school clothes and slipped into my naughty little costume. Oh how I’d waited for this moment. I took some time to inspect myself in my compact, and I have to say, I liked what I saw. My panties were sticky and I was ready to go. So I lay myself down on the warm soft side of the ditch. I lay upside down on my back, my head at the floor of the ditch and my toes up skyward. I took one last chance to look up over my elevated body wrapped in the skintight clothes, my groin obscured by the frilly skirt. Then, excited, I breathed out, calming myself. My shacking hands became still and my breathing slowing. I closed my eyes and gave a little squeeze. All of a sudden a hot feeling filled my panties. The stream thickened, filling the inside of my thighs. But unlike usual, it turned back on itself. A warm wet feeling rode up my crotch and rand both below and over me. Warmth trickled into the frilly dress then came rushing in a stream under the waistband. I wiggling line of pee trickled down toward my chest, spreading into a damp patch as it flowed. It cut in two under my pert breasts. The damp patch rose over to my cleavage then multiple thin trickles broke free and dripped to my chin, where they ran round my neck and dripped onto the ground. Oh what an amazing feeling! I’d never had hot pee this high on my body. It ran and ran, soaking through the costume. My hands began to shake again, I was overcome with the joy. I didn’t want it to end, so when it began to slow, I squeezed even more, raising my wet abdomen to push all out that I would. As I did it ran down the ditch wall and I felt the warm damp hit my shoulders. I wanted to pee forever, but despite my best efforts the flow came to a stop. I was left overwhelmed, with my bladder’s contents now emptied all over my clothes. It was one of those experiences I will never forget.
  22. 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]
  23. Mizora_98

    nena chapter 1

    "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
  24. 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 :)
  25. edisonarantes

    female Cute teens desperate on the bus

    I live next to a rather big city, and study at the university in the city. The bus ride from my house to the city center takes about an hour, but during rush hours, it normally takes longer. A couple of weeks ago, there were a car accident on the way between my house and the city. Fortunately, nobody was hurt, but the queues became even longer than usual. I spent three hours on the bus that day, and at first I was really bored. But then, I suddenly heard something that would make the rest of my ride very interesting. "I need to pee soooo bad". It was the sweet voice of a desperate girl, sitting behind me. I turned around to get a look at the girl, and was surprised to notice that I recognized her. I had seen her before, about half an hour earlier, on the bus terminal in the city. I was sitting on a bench, waiting for the bus, when I saw her. She was standing about 3 meters from me, talking to her friend. Both of them were teen girls, probably around 16-18 years old, with blonde hair and slim, well-trained bodies. I don't know their names, so let's call them Girl 1 and Girl 2. Although they both were very good-looking, Girl 1 was the best looking of them, in my opinion. She had long blonde sexy hair, long and slim legs and a really cute, small and round butt. She was wearing some tight, light grey yoga pants, which truly showed off her great ass. Her face was very cute. Girl 2 also had blonde hair, and a good-looking body. She wore some loose jeans. Both of the girls were sitting behind me on the bus. Based on their conversation, it was obvious that both of them needed to pee. But one of them seemed more desperate than the other. It was difficult to know which voice belonged to which girl, but I believe that Girl 1 was most desperate. "What are we going to do? I'm not going to make it if the bus doesn't start going faster", one of them said. "Me neither. Should we ask the driver if we could just pee outside the bus, and come in again after we're finished? The queue isn't moving anyway", the other answered. They talked about this for a while, and I figured that they must have been really desperate if they considered doing that. There were cars all over the place, and many people would see them if they squatted right there on the highway. I heard them moaning and complain about their need to pee, and discretely turned around to look at them. They were so cute, holding their hands firmly into their crotches, Girl 1 also had her legs tightly crossed and a very concerned look on her face. "I'm seriously about to pee myself", she said. "Then just do it " Girl 2 quietly said. This really got my attention. Girl 1 was seemed a bit shocked. "I can't, it will be so visible on these pants. I really don't want to, but I might end up wet anyways, if the bus doesn't start moving faster soon". The bus moved slowly. I had previously overheard where the girls were going, and it seemed like it would be a long time until we got there. At this point, I was in no doubt that I would see some wet pants sooner or later. About an hour since the last bus stop, the bus finally reached another one. It was still probably 20 kilometers to the girls' destination, but one of them asked if they should just go outside and pee on the bus stop. "But the driver probably won't let us in again", the other said. "Right now, I would rather go outside, and wait until the next bus gets here, than pee in my pants", the first one said. To my great disappointment, the girls decided to get out of the bus. As Girl 1 walked past me, I looked at her, walking with both her hands firmly pushed into her crotch. I got a glimpse of her butt as she left the bus, and her light grey yoga pants tightly hugged her butt, going slightly up her butt crack. She walked with short steps, and I don't think she would make it another minute. The next bus wasn't going to pass this bus stop until an hour later (during normal traffic. Probably even longer this day), and there were no shops or other things to do, but standing in the bus stop freezing (it was in November in Scandinavia, and pretty cold outside). But they got off the bus, the bus drove on, and I never saw them again. I can only imagine what happened after they left the bus. Maybe they walked behind the bus stop, and just managed to pull their pants down in time. Maybe they didn't bother to go behind the bus stop, and just pulled down their pants the minute they left the bus. Or maybe they didn't make it, and ended up peeing in their pants.