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  1. Another incident with my girlfriend, She has gotten used to the antics I put her in and now she chooses to torture herself for my pleasure. Recently, we went out to watch Glass which I recommend for many to watch but this time I watched more than just a movie. ~10:30 I arrived at her campus on a terrible Monday morning, worse than usual by the dreadful chilly weather. 10 degrees Fahrenheit. My friend generally loves the cold and so do I for my own perverted reasons, but at this freezing case, we wished it was warmer. We stayed frosty in Shauna's car before we left, watching a let's play of Danganronpa and drinking water, waiting for noon for the movie to start and drive to the theater. ~11:50 We headed for a quick drive to our destination. With tickets purchased, we walk in and buy some popcorn and more water for both of us. When we situated ourselves into our seats, Shauna remained cozy by laying down on the recliner chair towards my side, head resting on my shoulder with snacks and beverage nearby. When the movie started, I noticed two things, a gleeful smile from Shauna and her leg being fidgety. With a lewd thought of what entailed, I gave her a kiss on the forehead. The cold air and water seemed to make fast work of her, the desperation already being apparent so soon. Perhaps this was a tease? She often fidgets, but the only way to find out was to watch. She knew the movie was 2 and a half hours, a bold move considering from prior experiences, she waits out the entire movie, then goes to the bathroom. Throughout the film, we glanced at her watch to check the time. ~1:00 It's typical for her to bob her leg often, but this frequency was fast, jiggling and sometimes froze and occasionally she went for a kick of sorts, extending her leg out. I whispered if she was fine, she nodded in agreement. We continued to watch the tale of the superheroes. ~2:00 Near it's end, she clutched her khaki clad crotch to contain herself. At this point, I wondered if she was going to wet herself, she was always determined with anything she put her mind into. But even then, she has her limits and was no stranger to wetting herself, so anything could happen here. A few minutes later, I took a glance at Shauna's face. Pained, in distress she was, A wave of desperation must of passed as she couldn't focus on the movie but her watch. ~2:20 I was unsure where to fall my attention to, the captivating action scene or the desperation scene next to me. Wavering my eyes back and forth, a punch to a squirm, a drowning person in water to a drowning person in pee, this was lovely. Her legs clamped together with her hands, now static in that position as I decide to give her a kiss of comfort. ~2:30 Time over, but the fight continues into overtime as my tortured girlfriend still needs to head to the toilet. Usually, we watch the credits of the movie, awaiting for a ending scene afterwards, but patience be damned as she fixed her chair and leaned forward slowly, starting to rise. As though the warm lights have returned, another gushing blow to her occurred, nearly doubling over, a ballet like curtsy with hands to her groin. With a stiff posture, she still managed to speed out of the room, bailing from me, grabbing her forgotten purse and trash. I hurried over to her before she reached to her needed destination and whispered a soft thank you as she left me behind to the girls bathroom. I could only wait nearby and wait for her to return. Doing so, I imagined how the process went. She was one of the first ones there and there were a plethora of toilets so a line was never going to happen. I'm sure she would rush over to the nearest stall and lock it with one hand with the other unzipping her pants. Then she unbutton and free herself from anything restricting her path to relief as she sits on her throne. PSSSHHHHH! With less of a second's notice Shauna started gushing all of her pee out of her bladder and into the water, giving it a pale yellow tint. An exhale released from her, her tired body could hold it any longer. It was a shame I couldn't hear the blessed sounds, but she put on a good show still. But soon I heard a flushing sound and shortly after found her again, looking more refreshed.
  2. Hiya everybody!! If you're just here for the pee and aren't interested in the build up, skip down to paragraph 5! Enjoy! We've all experienced the frustration. You're stoked to see a really great movie, you go to the theater, get tickets, sit through the entire thing...until the climax. Then your bladder decides to pipe up and let you know it's time for an unscheduled intermission. It's like magic. It happens every time! This time, I resigned myself to a somewhat unorthodox approach that permitted me to see the entire movie and have wayyyy more fun than a routine bathroom rush . A few weeks ago, I bought myself a dollar theater ticket to Wonder Woman (yes, I'm super late to the party, haha), which I'd been crazy excited to see, but hadn't yet made time for. None of my friends were available the afternoon I decided to see it, which I initially thought was unfortunate, but shortly thereafter discovered was the opposite. Disappointed, I drove to the theater alone (I promise I'm not a loser, hahaha). By the time I ordered a medium water and a small popcorn, I had pushed aside the embarrassing notion that I was going to the movies by myself and excitedly made my way to the corresponding theater. The theater was virtually vacant, with only a couple sitting near the front-center and one guy sitting by himself to the front right. I set my things down 3 or 4 rows behind the couple and, while the obligatory 20 minutes of ads played, I made a quick dash to the ladies' room and preemptively relieved myself, so as to avoid any undesired interruptions. As much as I love this fetish, I wasn't about to let it interrupt Wonder Woman! When I returned, nobody else had entered the theater. Perfect, it was likely to be reasonably quiet and uninterrupted. I nursed my water as the last few minutes of ads continued and the movie finally started. As the movie played on, I didn't spare any of my thoughts on my bladder or the water in my hand. I was perfectly comfortable, moderately drinking away and enjoying the show. 2 hours and 20 minutes, however, can be a pretty long wait for someone who likes to stay well-hydrated. Just over halfway through, I felt the inevitable and, in this rare instance, dreaded urge surfacing. I cursed to myself and insisted I could make it all the way through, just this once. I pushed the urge to the back of my mind, determined to enjoy the movie uninterrupted. This was successful for probably another 20-30 minutes, when it finally became a constant nagging voice. "Dang it!" I thought to myself, "I really need to pee! ...but surely, the movie is nearly over. I can wait until then." It wasn't nearly over. In fact, the climax, of course, kept building, which made me even more determined to stick it out. I seriously considered wetting myself in protest, but didn't want to leave a mess in the seat for anyone who sat in it later. I briefly pondered scooting to the edge of my seat and simply urinating on the floor, but I didn't want my puddle to stream down to the couple in front of me, nor did it seem right to pee on the floor where kids run around regularly. Finally, as I was about to begrudgingly resign myself to a bathroom trip at the climax of the movie, I remembered my cup! The solution was obvious! There was almost nobody in the theater who would catch me, I expected the cup to be plenty big enough to hold everything, and I could avoid making that unwanted dash to the facilities! With my scheme decided, I quickly darted my eyes around the theater. Nobody unexpected had come in. Perfect. I grabbed my cup, which was empty by now except for ice, and removed the lid. All the while, every drop of fluid processed by my kidneys felt like gallons of increased pressure in my bladder. I scooted to the edge of my seat and lifted the front of my skirt just enough to be able to situate everything down below. I positioned the cup under my crotch, which was more challenging than I expected in the dark. With it in place, I pushed my panties to the side, revealing my lady bits to the dark theater. I glanced around again to make sure nobody was catching sight of the ridiculousness. With the coast still clear, I decided to commit, figuring that if anybody happened by, it would probably be dark enough and peeing into a cup is unexpected enough that they would have no idea what I was doing. It took a few moments, but sure enough, a spurt of pee spat out, hit the interior side of the cup, and dribbled down below the ice. I readjusted the cup to put my stream into the center, so as to avoid any mess. I nearly let out a sigh of relief, but caught myself. Confident in the placement of the cup, I looked up at the screen as pee torrented below. I grinned proudly to myself as the cup grew heavier and warm with my pee. The ice crackled as the cup filled and it wasn't long before I heard the tinkling of my pee, indicating the level had risen above that of the ice. Worried somebody might hear and look back, I promptly cut off my stream, but it felt so good to let it loose that I resumed within a few seconds, attempting to pee a bit more gently. The success of my attempts was questionable, at best. I sat there awkwardly, glancing back and forth from the movie to the couple, hoping with all my heart they couldn't hear. Every drop into the cup, to me, was akin to the full force of Niagara Falls, and felt as though it drowned out the movie, though I could tell by everyone's oblivious nature that I was severely overreacting. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I could tell I was nearly empty. As the last bit was trickling out, gently plopping into the cup between my legs, the movie hit a relatively quiet scene. Crap. I felt my face turn blood red as I finished up, the sound now extremely clear to me. Miraculously, nobody seemed to notice even then. With a breath of relief, in regard to both the maintenance of my stealth and the advent of ease on my bladder, I looked down at the cup I bore just below my exposed vulva. I smirked at how much I had deposited into it. I reached over and grabbed a napkin that I had been given with my popcorn, wiped myself dry, tossed it into the cup, which I sealed with the lid and returned to the cup holder. I scooted back into my seat, but let myself sit exposed just a moment longer than necessary, basking in the surreal feeling as I took in the movie. Finally, deciding I'd had enough fun, I slipped my panties back into place and pushed my skirt back over my nether region. The movie, at last, drew to a glorious close. I grabbed my pee-filled cup, dashed out of the theater, disposed of the cup at the nearest trash can and smiled to myself that I'd managed to not only get away with peeing in a very taboo situation, but also make it through an entire movie without having to take a bathroom break . I've gotta say, between this experience and the time I peed in my car, I've become incredibly fond of disposable cups!
  3. Tonight was the night—the first showing of Romeo and Juliet. For the first time in my life, I had been cast in a play. Not only had I been cast, I had been given the lead. I was playing Juliet, my most favorite of all the female leads in Shakespeare’s plays. I spent countless hours rehearsing, memorizing lines, blocking scenes, stealing kisses between classes with my co-star, Collin, and soaking up the limelight. Tonight was going to be perfect. Most likely. I paced the hallway outside the green room, wringing my hands nervously. There were so many people in the audience tonight. The entire auditorium had sold out. What if I messed up a line? What if I tripped and fell on my face? I clutched my full skirts in my fists, trying to keep from full-out panicking. “Hey.” I turned around and saw Collin striding toward me confidently, his nobleman’s cap swinging from his fingers. I cleared my throat. “Hey, Collin.” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my voice came out as a shallow squeak. Collin’s brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?” I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak again. Collin dropped his hat on the ground and took my hands in his. “You’re going to be great, you know.” I couldn’t look him in the eyes. Instead, I stared mutely at the floor, agonizing over how opening night would go. Collin released one of my hands and reached out. His hand softly grasped my chin and pulled upwards, forcing me to look at him. His golden brown eyes were steady. “You. Are. Amazing,” he said, carefully enunciating each word. “I have watched you learn this part until it’s the only thing you ever think about. There is no way you will screw this up, because it’s a part of you. You can do this.” I nodded my head a little, to show I understood what he was trying to say. “Thanks,” I whispered. A comfortable silence wrapped around Collin and I. I continued to look in his eyes, completely mesmerized. For the first time since we had been cast as lovers, I felt butterflies in my stomach. What was going on? Collin took a deep breath and moved a little closer. Before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. It wasn’t the first time we had kissed by a long shot, but this kiss felt very much like how a first kiss is supposed to feel. The butterflies in my stomach morphed into a whirlwind, a longing for more kisses. I reached up and put my arms around his neck, bringing him even closer. A sigh built up in my chest, and my lips parted. I could feel Collin’s heartbeat speed up. Suddenly, Collin pushed me up against the wall. He pressed his body against mine, and I felt my own pulse accelerate in response. I clenched my hands into fists, trying to close a distance that no longer existed between us. Collin’s hands moved up my arms, over my shoulders, and into my hair. He grasped small handfuls of it and pulled my face even closer to his. This felt so good. “Ahem.” The sound of someone clearing their throat startled me, and Collin leapt backward, spinning toward the source of the noise. Our director stood there, a bemused smile on his face. “Save some of that passion for the stage, kids, okay?” He chuckled, turned, and walked away. My face burned in embarrassment. I glanced at Collin, and saw that his face was equally red. He scratched the back of his head. “Well.” “Yeah…” I was still trying to catch my breath. I had never been kissed like that. Until now, I didn’t even think I liked Collin like that. But my eyes were glued to his face, my stomach a mess of butterflies again. Collin looked at me out of the corner of his eye. He grinned. His smile set my stomach on fire, and I bit my lip in an attempt to keep the fire at bay. I so badly wanted to reach out and stroke his hair, to feel his lips on mine again, to feel his body pressed against me, to fight for breath. “Well, break a leg tonight,” Collin said. He leaned over and gave me a small peck on the lips before walking down the hallway. I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Time to begin. “Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.” The narrator introduced the play to the audience. I watched from backstage as the play began to unfold before me. “Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.” The guy playing Sampson said one of my favorite lines from the first scene as the guys playing Abraham and Balthasar came waltzing onto the stage. I turned away from the stage, wanting to save my energy for later—my feet were already beginning to hurt in these shoes. I sat on a wooden box, commonly used for a prop, and let the skirt of my dress fan out around me. I wasn’t due on stage for a little while yet, so I wanted to relax while I still had the chance. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, listening to the actors say their lines; listening to the audience laugh in response. I smiled to myself. Maybe tonight really would be okay. “Is the day so young?” I heard Collin’s opening line, and smiled even wider. Things were going to be so different between us from now on, and I was eager for it to happen. I couldn’t wait to be on stage next to him, being his Juliet. Maybe I would get to be his real life Juliet, too. The stage lights dimmed and the audience applauded as scene one came to an end. Only a few more minutes till my cue. I heard footsteps crossing the stage, and the lights flared back to life. I sat there, still only half listening to what was happening on stage. I decided to quickly get a drink before I had to be on stage, because I likely wouldn’t get another chance for a while. I quietly crossed to the cooler in the corner and took out an ice cold bottled water. I quickly snapped off the lid and began guzzling the liquid. It was so cold, but it was especially refreshing. I downed the entire bottle in less than a minute. I was thirstier than I thought! I grabbed another bottle from the cooler and took it with me to where I had been sitting earlier. I opened it and took a sip just as the lights dimmed, indicating the end of scene two. Time to go! I put the lid back on my water bottle and stood, quietly making my way to the edge of the stage. “God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!” I heard my cue, and quickly walked onto the stage. “How now! Who calls?” I cried. “Your mother.” The girl playing the nurse replied. I quickly lost myself in the scene, feeling as though I truly were Juliet reincarnate. Time flew by, and all too soon scene three was over. I exited the stage and returned to my water bottle. I took another long swig of water. It was so hot under all those stage lights. I felt like I had sweat out most of that first bottle I drank earlier. I quickly finished off my second one, and crossed over to the cooler to grab a third. I broke the seal on the cap and took a pull from the ice cold water. It was so refreshing. All too soon, it seemed to me, it was time for me to be back onstage. This time, though, I got to finally be onstage with Collin. My heart thumped erratically at the thought. “If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” As I listened to Collin say his line, the butterflies returned to my stomach with a vengeance. I replied with my line, completely immersing myself in the moment. The scenes flew by quickly. I felt like, for the first time, I wasn’t acting. As Juliet fell in love with Romeo, I began to feel something for Collin that I hadn’t felt before. I felt like things were going to change between us now, and I was excited for what the future might bring. I hoped that I would get to be his real life Juliet. When it was time for Romeo and Juliet to get married, I felt a twinge in my lower stomach. I ignored it, because I was in the middle of a scene. When I walked off stage again I felt that twinge worse than before. As I reached for my water bottle to rehydrate, it hit me. I’d been drinking so much water tonight. I’d already had 4 bottles, and I was working on my fifth. I had to pee. Bad. I briefly wondered if I could make it to the bathroom down the hall before my next scene when I heard my next cue. Well, the play was almost halfway over. I could hold it for another hour or so. I quickly walked onstage. By the time Mercutio was killed by Tybalt, I was doing a jig backstage, trying to keep my pee in. I really had to pee, but the breaks between my scenes were getting shorter and shorter. There wouldn’t be enough time, and I couldn’t ruin opening night. So I continued to hold. It felt like the rest of the play took forever. I tried so hard to focus on my lines, but my need to pee was always waiting in the back of my mind. Finally it was time for Juliet to feign her death. As the lights dimmed, I hurried to my place on the stage, lying on the “altar” in the “tomb.” The second that I was horizontal, I felt like my bladder was going to explode. I felt my pee traveling further south, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it was too late. I clenched my bladder muscles, willing my pee to stay inside. I desperately wanted to shove my hand into my crotch to physically restrain my pee, and I was just about to when the stage lights came back on. I had to lie perfectly still. It was my only job. I kept my eyes closed and continued willing myself to stay dry. Soon I heard Collin’s footsteps approaching. “How oft when men are at the point of death have they been merry!” As Collin continued with his final lines, my bladder gave a painful lurch. A small trickle of pee slithered out of me, dampening my panties. I squeezed my bladder muscles even tighter, but I could feel my control fading. I wanted to clench my fists, but any movement in this scene was forbidden. Collin walked closer to me, still delivering his lines. He picked up my hand. I tried so hard to focus on that hand, but I was going to lose my battle any second now. “Ah, dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?” Collin’s voice took on an edge of despair, and it made my heart thump loudly in my ears. I focused on his voice, reveling in its rich tones, and relaxed. I realized it was a fatal mistake one second too late. Pee rushed from my bladder in a waterfall of relief. I tried to stop it, but my need to pee was so much worse than my need to hold it in. My pee soaked my panties. When my panties could hold no more liquid, my pee began to pour onto the skirts of my dress. At first, I thought I would be safe because there was so much fabric to soak up the pee. Maybe nobody would notice. But I kept peeing. It felt like it would never stop. “O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.” Collin finished his lines, and leaned over me for the last kiss before he, as Romeo, died. Just as his lips began to brush mine, my skirts had soaked up all of the pee they could, and I was still peeing, very forcefully. I couldn’t make it stop. A soft splattering sound reached my ears as my pee flowed off the sides of the altar and onto the wooden floor of the stage. My eyes snapped open and locked with Collin’s. His eyebrows drew down in confusion. He glanced down at the floor. When he saw what was happening, his eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate any further to finish playing his part. His lips brushed against mine, softly at first, and then a little more desperately. The kiss sent a wave of butterflies coursing through me, and my pee gushed out even harder. I wondered when my pee would run out. As Collin collapsed to the floor, very carefully out of range of my pee, I felt the stream slow slightly. I hoped I would be done peeing before it was time for Juliet to reawaken. In the silence that filled the auditorium after Romeo’s death, the splashing of my pee was very audible. For a moment I panicked, thinking that the audience might be able to detect what it was. Finally, at long last, my pee slowed to a slight trickle. I could still hear pee dripping onto the floor still, but it, too, was slowing down. It was time for me to get up off of the altar. I slowly sat up. As I did, I heard some members of the audience gasp. Whispering began to flood the auditorium. “….pee...” “….what that sound was…” “…so gross!” I tried to stay in character as I slyly peeked through my eyelashes at my lap. I was horrified by what I saw. The front of my dress, from waist to knees, was completely and obviously saturated. The location of the stain made it plain what had happened. There was no covering it up now. I stood up, ready to admit defeat and just leave the stage in my disgrace. As soon as my legs were straight, I began to pee again. It was just as forceful, if not more so, as before, and it was very loudly splashing on the floor of the stage. Mortified, I turned and fled the stage, peeing the whole time.
  4. Hey for the first time I wore diapers in public today. First I wore them to class, and then I wore them to a movie. Since my friend had to leave last minute, I was even able to take a picture int he theater, as you will see. At College At Theater Bathroom In Theater Sorry for the low quality. Since I was in public I couldn't take very long. And since I work at the theater I couldn't take the most time during the credits because at any minute one of my coworkers could have came in to clean.
  5. So I just got back from a fun planned accident! I wanted to have an accident at the movies today, so I decided to go to the new dark knight movie and do it. I was drinking a lot for hours and getting really desperate, and thought the most fun way would be to pick a theater kinda far away and pick the last showing so not many people would be around. I put on some light colored jeans so it would be very obvious when I wet, which made me very nervous because I didn't know who might see! When I left I was really desperate, and it's like an hour to walk to the theater, so I was almost peeing by the time I got there. I was a little early when I got my tickets, so I had to wait like 10 minutes for it to start. Obviously I decided that the best thing to do with that time was to buy one of the super-huge drinks they sell :D. I was holding myself and dancing around a little when no one was looking, and finally the previous movie finished. As people were walking out I had to stand still and not grab myself or dance around, and so I felt a little come out (and then a little more come out!). I didn't look down to see if it was visible though because I didn't want to make it look obvious. So as I get into the theater, there are only a few people before me, so I make sure to go in line behind them so I can hold myself. As they're picking seats around the middle of the theater, and I'm at the back in the isle, I suddenly start to pee a little.... then a little more... then a little more... then I though, ahh, screw it, and just relaxed and totally soaked my light colored jeans standing there :D. It felt really hot! And it felt like I was peeing for like 5 minutes! When I finished I quickly moved up to the front and sat down with my drink, and looked down at my pants. Both legs were totally soaked and it was really obvious what I'd done! About half way through the movie I finished my drink and had to go again pretty bad, so I just relaxed and went. There are exits by the back of the theater that go right to the parking lot, so after the movie I hurried out that way before anyone saw. I drank so much that I also wet some while walking back after the movie :D. But it was dark by then so I don't think anyone saw! And no one was around when I got home, so I think I got away with it! I just got back a little bit ago and started looking for stories and pics, and then I decided that I should share one with all of you. And yes, I'm still wearing my peed pants right now!
  6. Been a long while since I wrote a story. It was a few weeks ago that my friend offered me to go to the movies, and since I haven't went to the movies for a while, I said why not? So, I was wearing a black camisole with white and black leggings, nothing fancy. To fast forward this, we get there at 10pm (movie started at 10:50). we purchased our tickets, then we went to the little booth where the cups were being held. We got our large cups (I think it was 44oz) and purchased our drinks then head into the movies. At the time, it sounded like a great Idea...Boy, I was wrong. I think within 30 (plus the 40 minutes we arrived) minutes of the movie, I was feeling it a little bit, not to the point where it had gotten bad, or even desperate, but i knew it was there. So an extra 30 minutes passed by and i was definitely, feeling it after I drunk the whole 44oz. I started to fidget, but tried to keep it to a minimum. I succeeded for the time being anyway. I looked over to my friend, and to be honest, I don't think he even noticed. He was all up in the movie. And in that situation, that was a good thing really. So in the middle of the movie, I got very desperate to the point I couldn't even bother to focus on the movie. All I could think about was relieving the pressure of my aching bladder. I kept closing my legs in and crossing them, I didn't dare to jam my hands into my crotch, I didn't want my friend to know, that's if he was paying any attention. But I was still determined to wait until the end of the movie. But the movie seemed to drag on. I thought by 12:50, the movie would be over. Again, I was wrong, by then, I was nearly bursting. And I couldn't wait for the movie to end to use the bathroom. So I excused myself and literally started sprinting down the steps of the theater (its no wonder I didn't trip or fall). I was halfway to the bathroom when I had to stop and do a subtle squirming, I looked to make sure no one was around, and fortunately, there wasn't. so i decided to jam my hands into my crotch to hold myself. A little spurt just dropped into my panties and my leggings a little bit, so I know I definitely needed to hurry before I flooded my leggings completely. I then walked the other half of the way, with myself having to stop to cross my legs until i finally got to the restroom. Then, I opened the stall and hurriedly pulled down my leggings, I didn't have time to pull down my panties because I had to go so badly. So I sat on the toilet and the pressure that was once built into my bladder started coming out rather with full force. After what seemed to be like a minute or two, I did my business, tried drying my panties (it was a fail, but i got the excess pee out of for the most part) and returned to the movie with a relieved bladder. And luckily, I didn't wait too long, because the movie ended at 1:45. And not my friend, or anybody else noticed. It was very exciting, but scary at the same time. What makes very strange is, I wasn't expecting to get a rush out of this.
  7. So a local friend of mine is big into drama, theatre, musicals, etc. and has been in many local productions over the years. She's a great singer and loves the work she does. Tuesday night, she invited me to see a "pre-screening" of the latest production her group has done, a few days before they open to the public. They were doing their own version of Urinetown: The Musical. I just... I had no idea this existed. And I was terrified to go and, essentially, spend the whole time totally aroused by the entire cast pee-dancing [and in some cases failing to keep holding on, with liquid spillage] for hours straight. And fuck me, the lead male was gorgeous, too. But I couldn't say no, because my friend has no fucking idea of my fetish. This was an awesome, yet embarrassing/horrifying evening for myself. At least the theatre was dark and wasn't crowded... To add a discussion point to this--has anyone here ever seen this musical? If so, what did you think of it [plot-wise or just as fetish-fodder]? If you haven't seen it, what do you think of the plot synopsis on the Wikipedia page linked above?
  8. She was tingling with anticipation as she stood in line to get her movie ticket. Today’s the day, she thought to herself. Today’s the day I’m finally going to do it. She had been planning to try this for weeks now, but had never been able to work up the courage. But here she was, at the theater, buying a single ticket to Superhero Movie 54, in the late afternoon. The movie had been out for quite a while, now, so there were certainly very few people that would be going out to see it. And on top of that, it was 4pm and still very much light out- Long before the general rush of people. The theater was practically guaranteed to be empty, and she was as excited as she was nervous. She had never done something like this before. She had always fantasized about it, but never thought she’d build up the courage to actually go do it. She paid for the ticket, responded to the clerk’s “Enjoy your movie!” with a meek “thank you,” and hurried inside. The next step in her plan was to get a drink. A big one. So she ended up getting a large Mountain Dew (No ice means more liquid) and, just because she loved them, a bag of Skittles. The size of the drink looked like it held more liquid than her stomach and bladder could combined, which (Although intimidating) was perfect. By this point, she was getting more anxious about her plan. She was holding her giant bucket of soda, fidgeting slightly, and she was slowly realizing more and more that this was actually happening. Her clothing choices could have been more subtle, but if she was going to do this, she was going to go all-out. She had read plenty of stories of girls ending up in this kind of situation (Although not usually this intentionally, or planned out), but they would wear shorts or skirts to allow them to easily pee without noticeable markings on their clothes. But that didn’t seem as fun to her, so she wore black tight jeans, a gray t-shirt, and her favorite dark blue hoodie. It was a bit of a warm day, but she figured she could tie the hoodie around her waist to hide some of it, if she needed to. She loved the feeling of tight jeans sticking to her, warm all the way down. She loved the sensation as those first couple drops traced paths around her legs, making her shiver all over. She thought to herself, where’s the fun in wetting a skirt? You pee and you’re done and you made a mess. But she loved it for the pure sensation of it all. The relief and the mess were just small bonuses to her. She was dismayed to find there were seven other people in the theater- Two couples, three individuals, here and there. Probably taking a break from their days for a quick movie. Luckily, she found a seat all the way in the back, off to one side, that was distant from everyone else. As she approached her seat, she got more and more antsy. She couldn’t tell if she had to pee yet at all, or if it was just nerves (Probably both), but she knew that as soon as she sat down, she would be right where it would eventually happen. As soon as she sat down, she would be in the future “crime scene.” And now here she was, sitting in a nearly-empty theater, staring at stupid movie trivia and chugging her body weight in soda. She wanted to drink as much as she could early, so she had more time during the movie for the desperation to really hit her. --- By time the movie started, she was already shifting uneasily in her seat, casting glances around at the other people (None of which were returned, of course). She realized that she didn’t really need to pee that badly, but she was just getting more and more excited. The novelty and disbelief of this is really going to happen was wearing off, and it was steadily being replaced by a determination to make it happen. It no longer felt unreal to her, but more like a personal goal that she needed to meet. Not yet, she kept telling herself. Don’t leak, don’t let anything out. Not until you hit your breaking point. She had to talk herself out of letting go multiple times- Not because she was overly desperate or anything, but just because she wanted to start it right now. But she wasn’t ready yet; her bladder wasn’t ready. Not yet… Wait… Drink more… She was so very excited, and so very impatient about it. It was maybe halfway into the movie when she let out her first involuntary leak. She squeaked in surprise, but fortunately, it was at a loud point in the showing, so no one noticed. She noticed, though, and she could feel her face turning bright red in embarrassment. Her jeans didn’t feel damp at all yet, so it wasn’t a major loss in pressure. Her soda was almost entirely gone, and she had been so distracted by this mission of hers that she barely ate any Skittles. The leak was the beginning of the end for her, though, and her desperation was rising quicker and quicker. She was no longer even trying to sit still, one leg folded up under her as she rocked from side to side frantically. “I need to pee...” she muttered under her breath. Barely a whisper- It was more of a confirmation to herself that she did, in fact, need to urinate. She kept looking around, constantly afraid that someone would hear her mutter something, or the shifting fabric of the chair. She slowly began to steady herself with deep, slow breathing, and her rocking slowed down as she grabbed herself less and less. “I’m okay… I’m okay” she whispered over and over, as if trying to convince herself it was true. This isn’t good enough. I can wait way longer. It’s going to feel so incredible. She was still very anxious about it, but now she felt like she was going for a record. Longest hold in movie theater history after drinking an aquarium of soda, she thought. And no one seems to be suspicious of me! Her soda was finished five minutes later, and she was back to rocking back and forth on her heel. She felt like she was nearly at the top of the highest drop on a roller-coaster, staring down into the inevitable. It filled her with a strange mix of excitement and dread, but the dread itself was exciting. It was a feedback loop of emotions that she was stuck in when her next major leak caught her by surprise. A quick jet of pee, maybe two seconds long, soaked her seat a fair bit. The warmth was noticeable to her now, and a bit of it was trickling down her leg. She inhaled sharply at the sensation of it, which may have been a mistake- It caused another, slightly longer leak to follow. Her bottom felt almost hot now, from this new wave, and two more tendrils worked their way down her legs. This was it. The warmth was too exciting, and she was too exhausted, to keep it contained anymore. But if she was going to do this, it wasn’t going to be an accident. It would be on purpose. So she uncrossed her legs, planting both her feet on the ground, and sat still. In this final moment, her panic overwhelmed her desire. She was terrified of someone catching her in the act- So much so that she couldn’t release it just yet. Everything’s okay, no one even cares. Relax… Relax… She kept trying to reassure herself, get herself to calm down, but the movie was quiet, so surely, someone would hear something… This was the calm before the storm- Both for her, and the movie. In her stillness, a long, four-second leak hissed out of her into her jeans, warming the seat. This one dribbled all the way down her legs, too, and as much as she loved the sensation, it was still too quiet in the theater. Someone will notice! Stop! Run to the bathroom! She blushed deeply and gathered her hoodie up around herself, trying to hide and regain her resolve. No, she thought defiantly. I’ve come this far, I’m not backing out. Besides, I’m not sure I can stand up… It was this realization that granted her courage again: She was wetting herself, one way or another. She can wet herself here, quietly in this seat at the back of an empty theater, or struggle down the stairs, out into the lobby, peeing the whole way. With this in mind, she decided that she was at least going to enjoy the experience. The movie picked up again as a climactic battle started, and similarly, she was able to release her muscles. Even over the sound of the fight scene before her, she could hear the hiss of the hot jet of urine flowing out of her, uninhibited. The seat got warmer, hotter, wetter. It started pouring down her legs, criss-crossing all around and down to pool under her feet. She could hear the splatter of the pee dripping from her legs to the hard floor beneath her, and she felt the pool of liquid grow. Her hand instinctively went to her crotch as her head tipped back and her eyes closed, mouth half-open in a silent moan, when she caught herself. Not here, she thought. She squeezes herself gently, fighting against her temptations to do more, and she was still peeing through her jeans, as well as the seat by this point. A couple seconds later, the flow stopped and the dripping slowed. She opened her eyes and snapped back to her surroundings, suddenly terrified. How loud was that? How obvious was I? Oh god oh god oh god… She was looking all around, and her heart skipped a beat when she caught someone looking her direction. She stared at them, panicking, but… no, they weren’t looking at her. Just to the side. They turned back to the screen and she let out a shaky breath. Then a shaky smile. I did it. She was still ecstatic from the experience. --- Quietly, she grabbed her things and shifted over a seat. She decided to place the empty cup on its side in the middle of the cushion, too, for a couple reasons. People wouldn’t immediately assume someone wet themselves here, and the cup would be a signal for something that needs to be cleaned up. She felt guilty about the work she just created for someone else, especially since she genuinely didn’t think about it before this. If only for that reason, she probably wouldn’t do this again, but she still considered it a great experience- Even if the guilt did sit at the back of her mind for a couple of days. She finished her Skittles without a drink, finished the movie (Which she wasn’t really following anyway), and got up to leave. Her legs were still pretty damp, but it didn’t show much, so she decided to keep her hoodie on. As the small group of them filtered out of the theater, a couple of them cast glances at her, but definitely no concrete accusations. Still, she felt herself blush a bit with each one, looked down, and hurried out to her car. The drive home was uneventful, and it was just starting to get dark. Well, she thought. That was something new. She laughed awkwardly, alone in her car.
  9. Hey guys, this will be my first story so feel free to critique me on it. I've never been great in English classes though it is my only language. More of a math and science person but I want to give it a go. So on to the good stuff. I'm 6'2", husky and Caucasian. I have long hair compared to most guys, but it's a good 2-3 inches from my shoulders. I was wearing black basketball shorts, boxer briefs, a black eat sleep race shirt and sneakers. I was out on a date with my now current fiancé, for dinner and a movie with the intent of wetting in the theater. I had had plenty of private wettings in my own home while my parents were away by now and only a few outside. I wanted to try a public wetting and this seems like a common plan. So dinner at Red Robin, had about five strawberry lemonades. And for those of you who don't know they are about one third strawberries so it was only about 3 glasses of liquid. Then at the movies of course to egg me on I got a large Hi-C without ice. As we entered the theater I knew from previous experience I wouldn't be able to make it to the end without a bathroom break. So it was all down to how long I felt like waiting. The movie was a good distraction for the first two thirds or so but after that my bladder was aching. I didn't feel like waiting till I absolutely exploded because I remember it wasn't a loud movie, probably a romantic comedy then, and the theater wasn't packed but there were people nearby. So after a little time with pain in my abdomen I decided to go, only I couldn't. I didn't understand why at first or until I tried this again but my nerves like most people were getting to me. I then tried to let it happen naturally which after a moment or to it started. It was cold in the movies like most places so the difference in temperature was amazing. I felt that wonderful trickle in my crotch as it filled the area on top of my legs and ran over. I was letting it out slowly in hopes that the seat would absorb it ad there would be no splashing but as I enjoyed I loosened up and didn't care. I heard the splashing and my fiancé turned and said "Are you wetting yourself?" And I turned and nodded she reached for my crotch to feel it and then as she touched me recoiled and said "you really did." I quickly corrected her "I still am" about a minute into it. After it ended I felt the inevitable cold of wet clothes in a cold environment and was ready to leave. We left quickly after most others had left. And I changed in the car. We drove back to my parents house and she told me to go to the woods nearby. She took me completely unaware as she led me to the place where I had most of my outdoor wettings and she proceeded to wet her tight navy blue shorts. This was only her second wetting and she was not expecting it to run down her leg. After she was done we enjoyed each other in the car, said our goodbyes, and went to our separate ways.
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