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  1. I'm doing this on another member's request, payment, and story outline suggestion. Hope 'yall enjoy! This is not finished, but I'll go ahead and put the first part out there. Krystal's watch alarm went off just as she thought she would make it to campus on time. She would have been there early, but had realized she had left her history homework at Casey's the night before when she first arrived. Since Casey's house was so close to the campus, she decided to just run there and back. But morning traffic had blocked her on the way back (with the crosswalks and all), thus slowing her down. Nevertheless, her alarm was purposely set 15 minutes early, so she still had some buffer. She just couldn't brag to Casey and Hanna that she had arrived at the college 15 minutes early every day of the first 9 weeks anymore. "Bother," she thought. "I'll just have to try again next quarter." Meanwhile, the jog had left her panting and thirsty. She was an athletic girl, in fact she had beaten her computery older brother in so many wrestling matches when they were younger that he almost automatically submitted to her when she tackled him nowadays. But a jog on a school morning that she had not warmed up for at all had consequences nonetheless (though she was glad she had decided to wear a thin, light green t-shirt even though it was a bit small instead of the hotter black one). She walked with a slight stagger to the main building, thankful for the air conditioning inside (it was late summer). Imediately, she went over to the vending machines and bought a large vitamin water. Guzzling this down, she decided she would need some ordinary water to completely quench her thirst (vitamin water, or any dring with something dissolved in it, can be quite unsatisfying). With a few minutes left, she filled the empty bottle at the water fountains and then went over to a bench to finish recovering from the jog. She had just finished it when her phone calendar notification for class start went off. Getting up she felt a slight twinge in her bladder as her tight jeans put pressure on it from the way she rose. Why had she not taken the time to switch into the right size jeans? The problem of finding pants that were the right size was amplified at the moment since she was just coming out of a growth spurt, during which her grandmother had sent her many a pair of pants. Sorrily, most of these pairs were still in almost-new shape, but unusable because they were now too small. She decided she didn't have time to go to the bathroom since that was probably what all the careless students would be doing, and she couldn't wait for them, nor did she want to be seen by/with them. As she headed to class, however, something at the back of her mind seemed to be trying to warn her about something involving today and the women's bathroom, but she couldn't remember what it was.
  2. I'm very excited to share with you guys my last wetting experience ... it was definitely very wet. I normally try to do at least one massive jeans wetting per week. Sooo when the desperation began, and I was deciding on what to wear while wetting... I decided, to make it more exciting, to let the discord chat choose for me. After long discussion and arguments, the chat finally came to a conclusion to choose my tight blue jeans with my over knee-high boots. I was very skeptical over the high boots because they are always very difficult to clean up afterwards. BUT the chat spoke and I surrendered... Of course at that point I was already at stage 8-9 of my desperation-level and started slowly to let out a few drops that turned into small leaks. I was still in my room and don't like the idea of cleaning up my floor, so I had to make my way to the bathroom. I didn't want my neighbors (I live in an apartment) to hear the "sound effect" that high heels do when walking. So I slowly sneaked towards my bathroom door, trying not to slip on the pee that already dripped on the floor. I was super nervous because I always think that somebody could catch me while wearing female clothing and at the same time wetting myself... Ohh my, the humiliation and embarrassment - I could not even imagine that. When I finally arrived at my bathroom and closed the door, feeling secure and alone... I just couldn't hold it any longer. I tried to stop the leaking but was forced under submission of the pressure in my bladder. I loved the warm pee flowing down my tight jeans and going into my high boots...wetting while wearing boots is definitely a different feeling and I can just recommend it. I just stood there letting all the golden liquids stream out of my body.... After like 2 minutes - I finished and looked at myself through my mirror and felt a warm puddle of pee in my boots. I couldn't resist myself and just had to lift my foot up and down, squeezing the pee around my toes. I loved the complete feeling of the situation and was kinda sad that I already finished...BUT I decided to stay in my wet clothes and just walk back into my room and watched a series while consuming more fluids xD... I wanted to see if I would be able to pee myself again. I was sitting on a towel that I placed on my chair to avoid any damages to my furniture. After like 40 minutes and 600ml of water... I knew that I had to go again but the series was getting to exciting and I just wanted to finish the last 12 minutes of it. In my head I thought that my bladder wasn't full at all and I thought I could just wet myself on the towel because a few leaks could just get soaked up. Right?! Well that's what I thought... Suddenly... I felt a massive wave of pee going through my jeans and splattering on the floor. I was panicking of course and wanted to avoid the damage. I stood up and immediately noticed a big puddle underneath me...at that point I literary "threw in the towel" and lost all hope and just let out the last bit of it... Hope you liked my story, if you wanna hear more - follow my profile, support is much appreciated. Much love and don´t get caught peeing yourself ~ Atrix
  3. New Custom Finds - multiple girls in tight jeans View File A couple new finds multiple girls I've never seen before, multiple wettings, Sorry I can't make thumbnails, maybe another user could ad them for me? enjoy the late X-Mas gift! Submitter wet501 Submitted 12/27/2019 Category Desperation Clothing
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  5. NOTE!!!!! So a year ago or so I wrote this story in chapters but it was way too unrealistic, and became sloppy since I didn't know where to go. It was never finished. So while the character's and some events are the same, the premise is different. The story remastered as one LONG EPIC piece. With an ending. This is ALL FICTION. None of this is real. It has one unrealistic part, you'll know when. Hope you like it. At Jenkins University, it was nighttime, and the whole campus was pretty much closed, but the parking lot was packed. It was the Jenkins Female Choir performance led by the late thirties aged Ms. Calwiki with short brown hair, was dressed like the rest of her twenty something year old students: tight black dress pants, high heels (though Calwiki due to foot problems had to wear girlish, black dress shoes) and a white top shirt. Calwiki had long sleeves on. Jennie, Jo, and Nikki were all brunettes. Jo had her hair in a ponytail while the other two let theirs hang down. Nikki wore a sleeveless white top to show her long, tan arms. Jennie had dress pants with thin, white lines as design down the blackness. Lily was an average-height blonde with wavy hair with a little fat, but still damn cute and sexy in that black and white pattern top and black skirt and heels. Kelsey the same but with black hair, and Tyra, an African American girl with a cool attitude and brown short curly hair. She and Jennie had the roundest butts in the tight black pants. "Everyone, five minutes," said Emily from the stage. She was on the production team. A short, punk rock girl with black straight hair, and that night had a black shirt and tight blue jeans that went over her small but nice shaped butt. "Oh Emily!" Tyra said. "Come try these brownies Dean Maxline made for us." Dean Maxline spoke with Calwiki in the corner. Maxline was a very tall blonde woman who wore high heels that night with tight dark gray pants and an orange shirt. Emily shrugged and took one, having bit into something she would regret later on. They all would. Some of their panties as well. Just cause their pants were black, didn't mean they covered stink, loads that could fall down the openings, etc. "Girls," Calwiki called out. "Let's head on stage." As they started to head out Maxline sucked some more of her extra large coffee with double sugar. She caught glimpse of Tyra who stood still for a moment and held her belly. She looked a bit uncomfortable. Once on stage the girls had lined up. The auditorium was full. Calwiki finished her third brownie, they were so delicious they covered the accidental poison inside. All the girls had felt a little antsy as a pressure built up in their lower bellies. Not pee, though. Maxline drank more of her coffee and watched from the side with Emily as Calwiki turned to the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen," she said. "Did you just assume our gender?" Someone from the audience yelled. Calwiki ignored it. She continued, "It is my great pleasure tonight to bring you an act of these beautiful ladies. We still-Ergh!" Calwiki moaned as she grasped her stomach as a harsh, hot tight pain shot through. Her tight legs at the knees turned inwards. "S-sorry." As Calwiki continued, Emily from the side said, "I wonder what that was about. Is she okay?" Dean Maxline said, "She's at where I want everyone to be. We have professionals who want to invest in our schools art program. Everyone needs to work hard and get through tonight." Emily gave a shrug. They did have to impress. "Dean Maxline, what do you-OOOH!" Emily moaned as she crouched down and held her stomach. Her legs staying together shut tight. She felt a heavy, burning feeling that she recognized. "What...what was that?" Maxline sucked more on her large coffee. "Powerscrap brand ingredients added to my brownies." "Powerscrap? Aren't they a health industry? With losing weight. What ingredient?" "Something guaranteed to clean a stomach out." Emily froze and her eyes widened. Her lips trembled as she felt the pain worsening. She could tell looking at the girls on stage by their faces that they were experiencing some discomfort as well. Emily said, “Dean why did you do that?” Maxline tapped her foot in annoyance. “It’s to clean the nerves out of the stomach. Relax.” “That’s not what clean out the stomach means!” Emily felt like she would explode as the brown dark force ran through her intestines and tried to fire out of her ass. Emily stood up straight squeezing her ass cheeks together as tight as possible. She ran from stage and to the auditorium's one ladies room. It was a single person restroom. They had a small school so most bathrooms were singles. Saved money. She reached for the door and grabbed the handle...LOCKED ! "Oh no," Emily said in fear. Maxline came up. "Back to work now. You can go during intermission." Emily squirmed in her spot next to a door which locked behind was her key to relief and not messing up her pants in a humiliating public fashion. “Dean Maxline. I really gotta go!” She bounced. Dean Maxline continued to tap her foot louder and harder than before with a hand pushing on her waist. “I’ve had three of these coffees in the last hour to keep me awake. I have to go too, but it can wait. Now come on we need you on stage. I’ll call the janitor to come unlock the restroom.” Emily bounced left to right as he feet shuffled on the floor, so her body could try to contain the growing, burning load within. She started to sweat. Her tight jeans showed stretched marks at the bottom of her round butt as her legs stayed tight. Emily looked left no right in confusion and paranoia. She squeaked. Put her hands in her pockets, grasped her fingers on the inside against her private area, and walked back with Dean Maxline with her legs tight and butt cheeks in those tight jeans moving back and forth. Ms. Calwiki was a bit desperate at this point. She knew she needed to go to the bathroom. Really badly. She tapped her conductor stick on the podium, held her arms up, and flicked to direct the girls. They sang "A Hard Harsh Pressure." The words strained the bellies of all the poor girls. Jennie and Tyra, next to each other in their tight black pants. Jennie had the white line design on hers, Tyra's pants were much tighter and less made of dress fabric. Both of the girls butts held so tight lines formed down their cracks and their pants went in. Lily put her hands in her pocket as she felt her belly expand. Nikki was the same way but had her hands against her crotch as she waved back and forth and crossed her legs. Kelsey had her arms tight against her sides. Jo was the same way. She remembered how bad she had to pee earlier that day, and almost wet herself in calculus. Now she was facing a poop problem. She could not have an accident. They went on to their next song, and by this point all of the girls have felt like they had to go VERY bad for almost half an hour. Especially Tyra. Her feeling hit her before they even got on stage. Dean Maxline sucked down the rest of her coffee.. Maxline looks down at Emily and rolled her eyes. Emily had her legs crossed and crouched down bent at the knees, bouncing up and down. She had been working all day since early morning and had to drink a couple energy drinks to keep her going. The poor girl felt like she would bust any second. In the audience, a woman had gotten up as she felt their drinks from dinner had caught up with them. Lucy, with dark hair and sort of chubby legs in a black skirt walked to the bathrooms. She had a dark pink top as well, and black dress jacket and was in her late twenties. She reached the bathroom and grabbed the door knob. Locked. She knocked. In a voice of discomfort, "Excuse me, is anyone in there?" Lucy knocked again as she felt her belly rumble. "Hello? Is this occupied or not? I really gotta go." After forty-five minutes, four songs, intermission had come. The audience clapped but it meant nothing to those on stage desperate out of their freaking minds at this point ready to explode into their panties and nice pants. Emily struggled as she closed the curtain, and Calwiki and the girls ran off stage to the toilet. Emily said to Maxline, "You gggotta let us in now." Maxline nodded, in slight annoyance, and they went off. Emily knew she would pop in her pants soon if she didn't take care of business. She held her butt cheeks together as a sharp load of poop that would destroy her pantie and jeans painfully tried to slice out between her ass. She froze at the horror. The choir of girls stood behind a very desperate Lucy. Lucy had her hands under her skirt to plug up her pee hole that was ready to burst open and cover the floor in a yellow puddle. Behind a faster bouncing Jo, then Lily, Kelsey, Nikki, Tyra, and behind them all was Jennie. All the choir girls shuffled their legs and feet in place as they were only a few feet from relief. Ms. Calwiki stood at the back of the line in disbelief with her hands in her crotch and legs inwards as they wobbled. Calwiki said in a quiet, strained voice, "This...no...no no!" Maxline shook her head as her foot tapped and made clicks in the heels as her own discomfort started in her bladder. Emily pulled on Maxlines sleeve. "Dean! There's no way I can wait in that line. I'm going to explode. My stomach is going to burst open." Maxline ignored and went to unlock the bathroom. "Your instructor gets to go first." Calwiki was desperate. But she shook her head. "No. Let my girls go first. They worked hard for tonight." They all loved Calwiki. Right in that spot Lucy's legs shuffled faster and she bounced like a mad woman. Her boobs jiggled as her tits erected from the stress and sweat pointed out. "Oh I'm gonna pop let me through!" As she headed in she was pushed aside by Emily who had her body alarms going off. Red alert! Emergency! Emily was going to explode. The fear of humiliation was too much to think about. How could she return to work or school again? How could any of them as they all felt the same dilemma. But Maxline held Emily away since she was not first. Emily fought and the girls in line squirmed and bounced as their need for a release grew. Lucy was distracted and some old lady ran by all of them with her decades of entitlement and occupied the one toilet. They were all shocked. Outside the door Lucy was fighting with the handle. Emily was knocking hard. Lucy's jaw dropped as she crossed her legs for she felt her body was finally giving up. She yelled through the door, "Hurry up already!" Jamie yelled from the back, "Yeah we have to go back on soon." They heard the toilet flush, and it increased all their desperation a more even though they had to poop. The knowing of what their relief could sound like made them want to surrender in their panties and pants there. Nikki almost passed out from the pulsing pain. Lily bounced and cried actual tears. The door opened, but for Emily it was too late. It was happening now. She ran from everyone. She quickly in tiny steps went down the stairs. She moaned, "Ah, ah, an. EEEEE ah!" She slammed her body against the doors and went outside, unbuttoned her jeans, was behind the bushes and literally a second from release. BUT....lights flashed at her. She quickly stood up and buttoned her jeans, the load still inside. It was campus police. The cop, he said, "Ms. What are you doing?" Emily sweated. "Me?!? Um, um, uh, I, I was just looking for some glasses I lost out here before." Her legs crossed tight. She had no idea how she held in all this. She put her hands on her hips. Her belly literally felt like it would rip open at the skin and splatter everywhere. The cop gave her a suspicious look. Lucy did not make it inside. Jo pushed her aside and went in and let it all out, avoiding an embarrassing accident. Lucy's eyes watered and she bit her lip as she watched someone down the hall take a sip from the water fountain and saw the streaming foreshadow do panties death. Dean Maxline stood there impatient, her hands firmly in her pockets as she tapped her foot in the heel hard and legs tight together. Maxline saw they only had enough time for one more person to go. "Forget the line. I'll choose who gets to go before we go back on stage." The girls shook. She pointed at one of them as Lucy stood on the side ignored by Maxline. Maxline pointed at one of the choir girls. "You get to go next." But who was it? Emily was outside, legs crossed in her tight jeans, her private area swollen as well as her belly. Her gut had intense burning that made her scared she would explode any second. She was going to finally take a bathroom break in the bushes, but now the cop was watching her. "Miss, you seem a bit unwell or something," he said. Emily shook. She sweated bullets. "I-I'm...I'm fine sssir." She rubbed her back to relax her muscles. Her hips moving back and forth as slow as she could make them go. She said quietly, "I'm going to burst like a waterfall of diarrhea in my panties." That fear of humiliation made her heart race and lose breath with anxiety. "Were you going to go to the bathroom in that bush? You know there are cameras around here right? And that's also illegal." Emily had tears of agony fall from her eyes. She said, "NNNo I wasn't going-going to do that." She was dying inside. Inside, Maxline pointed at………………………………Kelsey. "You have a solo young lady. You need focus. Go now. Fast." After the door opened Kelsey ran in there and almost popped a mess in her panties. As the door shut Lucy tried to rush inside but the Dean placed her leg out to block the poor audience member. Lucy bounced as her legs crossed. She pulled on her face as the pulses of agony became too much. She decided she would go outside, there was no choice, a couple drops leaked out. "I'm not gonna make it! I'm not gotta make it! Oh, but I have to!" She burst through the doors outside and was confronted by the campus cop and Emily who also shook from her desperation. Lucy sweated as her legs shook and her jaw dropped. "Mamm are you okay?" The cop asked. Lucy said, "I'm fine I just...I" she struggled to keep her words and thoughts together. She stared in horror as the outside sprinklers went off. Drops flung in the air and splashed. Flares of pain went into Lucy. Lucy bent over her waist as the pain was unbearable like a watery flame pushing through her. She held herself up by the door. Emily bit her bottom lip and placed her hands against her crotch. Tears fell from Lucy's eyes. It was coming. She felt the warm glist flow along her private part and her panties feeling a wee bit warmer. "Miss maybe you need to see a doctor. I'll call for some fluids." The word fluids hurt her as it was water like. "No..." she said in a breathless voice. People started to walk back inside since intermission ended and a crowd was around her. A good half dozen stopped and stared at the struggling woman on the verge of bursting. She grew so scared and turned red as all these people might she her, a grown woman, wet herself. Emily herself had her legs crossed so tight the jeans showed her muscles. Her boiling belly was erupting as it came from the bottom of her shirt balloon belly. She cried, but held back tears as much as she could. "Take some water." Someone held out a water bottle to Lucy and the liquid inside flowed from bottom to top. Lucy squirmed and said, "Ahhhhh stop please!" Her muscles weakened, oh poor woman why did the dean have to lock up the bathroom. This woman was not even in the choir. The sprinklers still going, and she felt herself start to leak. Both of tears and the other thing. More people were focused on Lucy than Emily even though both squirmed cried and sweated desperation. They had to go SOOOOOO bad. Their panties doomed. "Please...stop. Let me...oh nnnno NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Then BOOOOOM! Lucys bladder burst, and a large stream of pee echoed out of her burning and swollen private area. "NooooOOOOOOO!" She cried bloody tears. Her panties filled and were soaked and fell off her a little as the hot stream stained in a puddle around her. Her body was a faucet and people covered their mouths as liters poured out of her. The poor woman was so red and cried. Her legs, feet, heels, skirt and panties ruined from wetness. People around town who knew her and she would pass by remembering this humiliation. "Ahhhho," she moaned from the pain. The embarrassment and disbelief caused a panic that made the poor woman faint in her own puddle of pee. Boy would she stink when she woke up. "I have to get back to work!" Emily shouted as the sight of someone else wetting made her body automatically start to give an alarm and urge to go to the bathroom…except her’s was much thicker and darker. She uncrossed her legs and ran back through the door and cried, knowing she was on the verge of a major, embarrassing accident. She might actually go to the bathroom in her jeans and panties. Her legs still tight at the private section as she squeezed her holes shut as they timer inside was about to go off. One hand tight against her crotch, one pushed against her ass. Inside the desperate choir headed back to stage, and Emily reached the door but it was locked. She pulled in the handle and pushed her foot against the wall to pull it open. Come on you! Please God! Don't let this happen to me! It wouldn't budge. Her toilet of relief was locked. Her legs squeezed together and one went up to her chest by the knee. Step by step she backed away and felt herself about to lose it. "Oh, ah, e e ah!" "Emily get back in here," Dean yelled. As the rest of the choir except for Jo and Kelsey squirmed on stage. Dean Maxline and Emily sat as they watched the choir perform. The voices for most sounded so off pitch. The girls were in great discomfort and desperation. Jo and Kelsey were fine cause they went, but Calwiki, the choir, Emily and even the Dean herself all desperate. Maxline had that huge coffee. She sat in her dark greenish gray pants and crossed her legs and shook them as they watched. She looked so disappointed. Her belly expanded out a few centimeters from the huge gallons of boiling liquids that wanted to erupt like a sunfire out of her body in the form of pee. "Embarrassing," Maxline said. She looked down at Emily and rolled her eyes. Poor Emily. Her legs were brought up to her chest and crossed tight. She was sweating like crazy and crying. Every second she felt like she would explode and she held off each time. But it would not last forever. "I...can't...hold....iiit anymore." She moaned. Lily leaped off stage in the middle of performing. She dashed but was blocked by Dean Maxline. Lily legs crossed and she bounced crying. Lily said, "Dean please I have to poop so bad!" She turned red from saying it. Oh the humiliation. "Back on stage now," Maxline demanded. Lily kept trying to run by but each time Maxline cut her off. Lily went back to stage and stood with her desperate choir mates. As bad as she felt everyone could tell poor Tyra and Emily were the ones about to burst. Tyra had her legs crossed, her butt cheeks going back and forth as she pulled on her hair. Her gut was on fire and she lost a couple drops already and could feel her poo squeezing out through her cheeks. After they finished, they had one last intermission. Emily got a head start and was just turning the corner to the bathroom. It was in sight and she lit with joy...but the choir dashed in front of her and danced desperately in line. Emily's eyes watered. She was going to crap in her new panties so much. "Dean hurry up!" Nikki who was first in line yelled. The Dean unlocked the door and Nikki ran inside. She made it. Next would be Tyra, then Lily, Jennie, Calwiki, and Emily last. Tyra was dancing with her legs crossed. "Oh...my...GGGod!" "Tyra can I cut in front?" Lily begged. Tyra said in a very sarcastic tone as she held her crotch and squirmed, "Oh sure, because I don't have to go or anything. I'm not about to have a total meltdown accident in my panties. It all evaporated into chocolate dust and I'm fine now." Nikki came out of the bathroom. Just as Tyra turned Lily went in and said "Thanks!" Tyra froze and jaw dropped as the door closed. She wrestled with the handle. "Open up! Open up! Oh, please I can't hold it anymore!" Tyra fell to the ground holding her stomach as it let out a loud growl that burned the inside of the girl. "Eeeeeee!" Jennie moaned in agony. Her butt and front part so swollen her fancy pants tightened on them. Her tan skin turned pale as she kept her legs tight together and heels shuffled in place. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God----eeerrrrrrrrrgh!” Calwiki had her legs crossed and as holding herself around her torso as she bounced. The poor conductor just bought her outfit. She looked at her boss Dean Maxline who stood from the side. Maxline looked concerned and her tall legs twitched at the knee. As her right leg curved over the other at the knee, it kicked back and her heel dangled off of her foot. Her hands against her crotch. Maxline was desperate. Her bladder felt full, hot, and hard to hold in. "Um, excuse me?" A woman questioned from behind. Her name was Alexandra, in a tight red, short dress. Enna, a blonde in a tight black shirt and dark blue dress pants. Then Kate, a tall blonde, who had on a dark blue dress with sleeves. The dress was short, a couple inches above her knees. Alexandra said as she and the other two squirmed. "This isn't the only bathroom is it? We've come here like three times and it's always locked." Maxline said, "Wait you three are the musical investors." "Yes, we had a lot to drink earlier and have been trying to get to a bathroom but it always locked." Kate crossed her legs and along with Enna squirmed up and down and said, "Ooohhh, I'm not gonna last much longer!" Alexandra said, "Maybe we should leave early. No way we can wait in that line and avoid accidents." "No!" Maxline said. She could not lose these investors. As Lily exited the bathroom looking relaxed Tyra was about to run in but Maxline grabbed her. "Please, go ahead of us. You're pretty much royalty here." Tyra's heart sank. "No way! I-"But Maxline turned her and held a hand on her mouth. "Please ladies, go ahead." Maxline felt she would burst any second as well. “Thank you,” said Alexandra as she took the bathroom for herself. "Oh nooooOOOOOO!" Tyra yelled. Her stomach had enough. Tyra tried to hold on longer, she did, but it was no use. Her asshole burned too much like spikes, and legs became numb and exhausted. She felt her stomach crack and break inside. She covered her mouth in humiliation as she felt her panties fill quickly with poop both solid and liquid. Not long after it leaked out under her pants. She squirmed and tried to stop, but her body pumped more and more, and everyone backed away as they saw the brown puddle form around her. Pieces inside it. She could not stop crying. She ran into the bathroom as Alexandra exited. Poor Tyra went to the bathroom in her pants in front of her friends, and these musical investing legends. She sat on the toilet, a mess, and cried. Occupying the one bathroom everyone outside so desperately needed. Jennie squirmed up and down holding her waist. "Dean Maxline," she cried. Maxline said, "You better hold it in." She kept her legs closed tight and hand at crotch and knocked on the door. "Tyra, get out here now!" Jennie ran. “Code red!!!!” She got out of sight and saw a garbage can in the hall. Jennie kicked off the top, pulled her pants down, and sat on the inside of the can as her private area burned as diarrhea and piss came out. Her belly deflated and she relaxed. Sucks for the next janitor though. “OOOOOoooaaaaa,” she said in a calm tone. That was close. But what would she wipe with? "What the?" Oh no, her butt was stuck in the garbage can. She could not pull herself out. The two other music investors squirmed as their bladders expanded. Oh, how humiliating for them as legends of this school it would be to wet themselves in public. Ms. Calwiki held herself up on the side of the wall and felt her stomach explode. She shut her legs tight as hell to hold it in. "Oh noooo!" Would she make it? Sweat poured off her like a waterfall. She did not know for a second, but then looked down and saw a similar black puddle of laxative-related poop burn out from under her pants. She turned so red and cried so hard tears ran down her cleavage. This was too much the intense humiliation almost made her heart stop. On her knees, stinky, a mess, and crying. Emily had no idea how she would survive as at that moment, she felt a large surge of pain come over her body. "AHHHHHHHH!" The pain was unbelievable. She heard cracks in her belly. She felt her skin stretch as her belly became round like she was pregnant with her poop gut. Having such a small body, the feeling of exploding poop was all in every piece of her body. Jennie pushed and pushed, but her butt from stuck in the garbage can. She was stuck, legs up, no pants on, and struggled to get out. Some of the audience had walked out to the vending machines and saw Jennie. "Oh no," she said with anxiety. The audience laughed and took pictures of the poor girl. Some of the cute football players for the school were part of that crowd. Even avoiding a humiliating accident she was the victim of humiliation in the end. She cried and covered her face. “Oh my why!” As she squirmed, she tipped over, garbage can still stuck on her ass, and she rolled on the ground without control, leaving a brown trail behind. Agony. How could she ever live this down? Tyra remained locked in the bathroom, her pants and panties ruined. She had filth all over, and she cried from feeling so embarrassed and like a failure. “Oh my God, how do I show my face out there again? I can’t even make it to my car without people seeing me in this mess!” Outside waited Dean Maxline who had her legs shuffling in place as she held her crotch tight. The tall blonde banged on the door to get Tyra out. Sweat of nervousness made her body shake. She was losing now too. Dean Maxline said, "Missie, get out now! There are other people very desperate." Then Maxline said in a low, scrunched up voice, "Me included." She could not speak as the discomfort was hard to control. Enna had her legs crossed and arms on her side, Kate rubbed her belly as her long legs shuffled. "Are there really no other bathrooms here in the building?" Kate asked in a grunted voice. Maxline started to sweat. Her nerves made her full bladder pains worse. Maxline said, "There is a custodian’s lavatory in his office. But I don't have the access for that." "Dean Maxline!" Emily squealed in agony. Her belly was so full it popped out under her shirt and showed her belly button on her pale white stomach. Her lips trembled and eyes watered as a major pulse of pain echoed from her belly through her whole body. "I'm going to have an accident!" Emily was the smallest out of all of them and in the worst pain. She had held it the longest as well. She already felt a couple warm drops in her panties. Some leaked. Enna ran to the bathroom door, her pants tight over her butt. Her pants tight over her swollen crotch as well. A drop shot out into her underwear and she felt it drizzle down her leg. Enna banged on the door like a madwoman. She said, "Missie let us in please! We can't have an accident, we're professionals and this will get around to everyone." "Oh...oh no," Kate cried. She held her crotch and legs tight. "Oh no, oh no, NOOOOOO! PLEASE NOOOO!" Her dress darkened all over instantly as her bladder popped and shot rivers of pee out. Streams leaked from the bottom of her dress and she covered her mouth and cried in humiliation. Dean Maxline couldn't stand seeing another person wet themselves. It caused her agony! She held her crotch with both hands and shook back and forth. Everyone else squirmed and bounced as they held themselves. Emily had her legs twisted together crossed, arms crossed on her stomach and chest. She bit her bottom lip as she felt herself moments from giving out. "Ah, ah, eee!" Enna yelled in terror. Her stomach hurt as if on fire as her exploded gut shot out loads of poop and pee that filled her pants fast and large. An accident, in front of her fellow legends. She couldn't contain the release of the load. "Ow, ow, oooowwwww!" Kate and Enna ran in humiliation. Emily bounced around in agony as two more brown squirts in her pants came out. A thin line could be seen on her jeans which became a bit damp from the sweat. She could not wait much longer. Dean Maxline’s bladder had felt like the size of Europe. It pulsed in a hot, sharp pain in every direction. It was hard to hold and focus. Then suddenly, that hot, sharp pain stretched out through her body. Up through the middle from her girlhood, both sides expanding out with the painful, loaded bladder. Her legs locked, feet shuffled side to side as she pulled on her hair in sweat and tears before holding her crotch. “Ahhhh! What…what is happening!” She thought and thought. Could it be that rare bladder infection? Where the bladder connects with all the body’s cells and if the bladder explodes…so does all of her. She called her doctor and asked what her blood test results showed. She heard the results and dropped the cell phone in terror. “No, no, no NOOOOOO! This can’t happen.” Panic rose for her life. Right before she knocked again as she and Emily were the only ones to remain, Tyra exited the bathroom with a white dress around her bottom. But they looked closer and saw the dress was made out of toilet paper. Tyra said, “I flushed my pants down the toilet. This was so humiliating. You’ve ruined my life.” She looked at the Dean as she said that. Then, turned to Emily. “And you!” She poked Emily’s huge belly over and over which caused explosions of pain in the poor girl. “You’re our stage worker. You’re supposed to make sure things like this don’t happen.” Emily cried. This was so unfair. “But that’s not.” Tyra left before she answered, and turned to the toilet. Emily and Dean Maxline, both about to burst, watched in horror as the toilet, clogged with Tyra’s pants, overflowed. Water poured over the top and flooded the floor, mixing with the messes of each woman who did not make it in time. Emily was in so much pain she tipped over. Dean Maxline could not believe this. Her bladder expanded more and more. Each huge pulse of agony ripped her body inside more. “This can’t be real!” she cried. She cried and shook unable to comprehend the drasticness of her situation. This couldn’t be the end of her…could it? She was going to pee in the first bush she found outside. She turned the corner at the same time the janitor had with his mop, and the end of the stick of the mop hit Dean Maxline right in the bladder. An arrow shot at a hot air balloon. That accidental poke sent a wave of fire like no other through Maxline that Hurt like hell as she was torn in two by the pressure of her bursting bladder. She tried yelling but she could not speak from her brain having fried, and like in the cartoons, BOOM! The janitor jumped back. He could not believe his eyes. All that remained of Dean Maxline was her ripped up clothes and a large yellow puddle. She was gone. The janitor mopped up the mess. Emily could not take much more. Hell, she could not take it anymore. Her jeans sliced into her bloated, poop-filled belly which felt like a load of fire that also wanted to shoot out of her ass. She made little farts every few minutes. The pain was constant just like the fear of humiliation. She was on the ground on her side shaking as the pain bubbled inside her. Her legs crossed tight like a twister. Butt cheeks tight, but became number and she sweat so much from the holding after so long and stress that it made her shirt and pants tighter which made this worse and more uncomfortable. “Plea…please…” she begged the universe. “NN…not like this.” She crawled on her side while she said this. Her heart raced at this impending accident. “Emily!” Jo, one of the lucky girls, said to her. She picked Emily up off the floor and said, “Where’s Dean Maxline? We need her to make the closing announcement to the audience.” Emily only shook. Unable to speak. “Well if she’s not here, it falls on you. Come on!” Emily shook her head. She was going nuts but could not speak. The pain caused her words to stop. She was going to have a graphic accident. This could not happen in front of every friend, classmate, and teacher. NO! Emily pulled and pulled but no use. Her strength all used up, and she knew she'd never make it now. She was tossed on stage barely grabbing herself. Lights shined on her, shaking uncontrollably and cried unable to believe this, or accept her faith. she was letting it out slowly in her pants without control right before the audience, frozen in fear and unable to move from the pain. As a little fart escaped, people turned to another scream and saw Jennie roll in the garbage can on stage, flipped up and Emily’s eyes widened in terror. Jennie without control rolled and smacked into poor Emily hitting her belly. That little fart immediately erupted into a loud explosion as Emily’s watery, dark bowels graphically exploded out of her body. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she yelled in the agony of embarrassment and pain from her asshole burning. Her jeans became flooded, and her legs felt like crust as her jeans expanded off her and ripped in some spots. Her jeans went from tight blue to bloated brown layers of sewage. Her panties from a light color and clean to becoming dark and stinky and now sticky and stuck to her ass. She will have to peel it off later. Poop even shot upwards and covered Emily’s upper half as well as some of her face and hair. As she fell her bowels, so close to having been held in long enough to at least avoid this, went over the walls of the stage, the floor, and even hit some people in the front row. Namely the university president’s wife. As this happened, those two minutes of Emily unable to crawl away, covered in her own brown and black sewage-like poop was unable to comprehend. She laid on her now deflated and thin belly crying so loud and unable to stop. The most embarrassing accident a college girl could have. The remaining poop spurted in a small fountain coming out of her ass like one of those fountains in a chocolate factory (ewww). “Oh…oh my…WHYYYYYYYYYYYY!” Emily cried. The audience booed, gasped in horror, and the choir girls left, unable to think of what to do as the stage looked like someone splattered multiple pots of bean soup and chilli everywhere. How did all of that even fit in that little twenty-something year old girl who did not deserve this. Two days later, over the weekend, Emily laid in her bed at home crying. Her belly still in pain from the traumatic experience, but was told by a doctor she should be fine with a light diet for a couple weeks. She was in blue pajama shirt and pants, and yellow socks with unicorns on them. She brushed her short black hair out of her eyes unable to stop crying. What happened had been all over the news. In fact, Emily’s accident was so embarrassing that it not only caused her intense butterflies and chills of humiliation, she was too embarrassed to walk out in public. Her accident was so huge and humiliating the other people who had them that night were not even mentioned. She needed comfort. Emily called her boyfriend. No one answered. She tried her friends from school. No one answered. “What the?” what was going on? Emily looked online and was shocked to see her boyfriend and friends all defriended her form social media accounts. She was even a trending hashtag called the PoopGirl. She shook, cried, unable to comprehend the abandon from them, cause of wanting to over humiliation by hanging out with her. She even got an email from her college. She had been removed from their attendance, in other words EXPELLED! That accident humiliated the school as well. And some of her bowels landed on the university's presidents wife. They made it all on her. It was Dean Maxline’s fault but she was still missing. No boyfriend, no friends, and no school…she would have to change her name and hair color to have a new life. She put hands over her face. “Why, why, why, why WHY!” Punched her pillow, and laid in her misery. But maybe one day, it would be better. THE END.
  6. My very first post of this nature! I wet myself today. And took pictures and a short video. Not the best quality, as they were only intended for personal use and limited sharing. However, after someone here insisted for long enough, I have decided against my usual habits to post some pictures publicly. The back story is that I had some time on my hands today and I drank 1 litre of water and a large mug of coffee. I then held it until it started coming out in uncontrollable and ever-increasing spurts. Most of the hold was done in the kitchen -not the most exciting hold, I know- while I was cooking. It turned out to be a rather long cooking session, along with the washing up and cleaning afterwards. I started spurting in the kitchen and then moved over to the bathroom where I eventually lost it. As you can see from the front and back pictures of my jeans, there really wasn't anything left dry on them. In the other pictures, yes, I have one of my hands very deep inside my pocket trying to stop the spurts. And the little video is of me trying to stop the flow by squeezing very hard over my boxers, but as you will notice it doesn't really work. (Later edit. Couldn't upload that particular file type. Will change it and upload it soon) Let me know what you think omo peeps :) Jean
  7. I just went out and bought myself a pair of skin tight elesticated blue jeans whicvh I am wvearing. Under them I have a medium nappy which I have to tape (I am a weight lifter, so my legs are much bigger than is normal for my waist size). I am also wearing a pair of cream converse ox. For my eveing in I am going to hold my bladder untill it starts to tire and leak into the nappy. The nappy stays on untill My bladder is so tired that it will just let go, at which point Im going to take the nappy off and flood my jeans and converse.
  8. So this is a story about my friend named Abby. Don't worry everyone, I still have more stories about Grasen, they'll come in time. But this happened today at my college, and I thought I'd share it while the memory is fresh in my head. This is probably the best wetting experience I've witnessed, hands down. The situation is very similar to the story I told a little while back, about how Grasen pissed herself at the movies. I've witnessed only one other wetting from Abby, which was a while ago, back when we worked together. I had wrote part of the story down, but felt my wording and descriptions weren't that great, so I deleted it all. Also, since it was a while ago when that story happened, I don't remember it quite as well. Anyways, so about what happened today. Abby is like my best friend. She's really really cute, and we sort of have something going between us, but not to the point where I'd tell her about my interests. So here's a little bit about Abby: She has dark, dyed red hair. Sort of like a maroon-ish color. She also has those big glasses girls usually wear. Breasts aren't bad I guess, but they aren't the biggest. She's very thin as well. Ass is pretty good for a skinny girl like herself, as well. Abby always wears black skinny jeans. Like she's worn black skinny jeans for as long that I've known her for. She wears short black boots as well. [She's a metalhead] So today, there was some sort of assembly thing for certain students at my college. I'm not even sure what it was about, and it didn't have to do with Abby or myself, so we just sat in the back of the auditorium where we could talk about how stupid it was. Straight from the start, I noticed how antsy Abby was being. Usually she gets like this, antsy, so I didn't really think much of it. So we were just listening to the speaker today, and we started to just sit in silence. Well, there was a number of people in the auditorium, I'd say roughly 300 or so, so it was packed. We sat in silence, listening to the speaker. Abby locked her hands together and rested them on her crotch. "I need to use the bathroom, ugh," she said. "Just get up and leave the auditorium, and go to the bathroom then?" I said. Here's another thing you should know about Abby. Her social anxiety kills. She hates standing up in the middle of classes to use the bathroom, because people might look at her, and she hates attention. She tells me about this all the time, and always says about how often she has to hold it in, just so she doesn't have to have anyone look at her. I used to be the same way myself, so I understand completely. Abby stared at me as if I had two heads. "What? No!" she said. "People are gonna see me leave, I can't do that!" I nodded, understanding. "Just a suggestion, I guess," I said. "I mean, most people's eyes are gonna be on the speaker, but I see where you're coming from." "Ugh, I mean I really need to go, too, like really bad," she said. "I just can't have people see me leave. I'd have an anxiety attack." "Just hold it?" I suggested, but the look Abby gave me told me that that wasn't exactly the best answer I could come up with. Abby didn't say anything, and went back to listening to the boring speaker make a presentation about technology's changing in society or something. I wasn't paying attention, because Abby had now peaked my interest, so my mind wasn't on that. I doubt Abby was even listening either, considering she started becoming very desperate. Abby hadn't really said anything for a while about her need to pee, but I could tell it was weighing heavy on her mind. Unfortunately for her, she didn't have the leg room to cross her legs, as I sort of have long legs, and I was taking up even her leg room, too. So what she did instead, was push her thighs together, and rest them on the seat in front of us. So she then rested her arm between her legs, on her crotch, with a lot of pressure. She kept sighing heavily and tapping her foot, constantly checking the time on her phone, waiting for this speaker to shut up so then the assembly could be over. Me, on the other hand, I wanted the speaker to drag on more and more and more. Which he did, much to my luck. Classes were over soon, so this meant that after the assembly, we could just go drive home or go to our dorms. Abby and I both drive home, since we live nearby. I told her that I would walk her to her car. She said, "Fine, but can you walk with me to the bathroom when this thing is over? If people see me, they'll see you too so not all the attention will be on me," she laughed. But she was serious. I told her of course, that's what friends are to do for each other. Abby checked her phone again. 15 minutes until we get to go home. She sighed heavily, starting to become irritated. "Abby, I can walk you to the bathroom right now if you want," I said. "Seriously, like if you need to pee so bad, don't like harm your bladder or whatever by holding it in." "No! I can wait! Just 15 minutes is so long, though." She started becoming a little overwhelmed. She turned to me, and placed her legs on my lap. Now having the room, she crossed them and shoved her hand deep in between her legs, and rubbed back and forth, massaging it through her jeans, I guess to take off the pressure a little more. I joked. "Great, so if you piss yourself, you're gonna piss all over me!" "Hey, what are friends for?" Abby said, laughing a little. 10 minutes went by, and frankly, I was hoping for her to piss herself while her legs were on me, but at the same time I didn't feel like smelling like piss. She was becoming pretty frantic. I rubbed her legs to ease her and have her relax. "I can't sit anymore," she said, and stood up. As she was standing, a small dark spot between her legs slowly formed. It was because she relieved the pressure she was using with placing her hand on her crotch, so she obviously let out a squirt of hot piss. Her hand immediately shot to to her ass where she grabbed at her pussy. She crossed her legs and leaned against the wall. (We were sitting at the far side, in the back, so she had a wall to lean against.) She slowly turned and faced me, with her face blushing. "What's wrong?" I asked dumbly, already knowing what was, in fact, wrong. "I just peed a little," Abby said, embarrassed. "No way." "Yes I did!" Abby retorted. "Wait, let me see?" I asked. Abby let her hand go off her crotch so she could show me the wet patch. But as soon as she did, more pee came out, going through her panties, into the tight black skinny jeans she was wearing. She quickly put her hand back. "See? And I can't even move, like if I move or pull away my hand, I'm gonna just ruin my pants." This was kind of a douchy move on my part, but Abby would've done the same exact thing to me if I were in this situation. Our friendship involves pranking each other, and making each other look like asses to ourselves. So I grabbed her arm, and pulled it away, where she started wetting some more. She laughed a little, realizing that what I did was a little funny, but she kept trying to pull her hand back, but failed. She used her left hand this time and took my hand off of her right arm. I could've stayed on longer, but I didn't want to be a COMPLETE ass to her, so I let her free lol. But when she had tried to get herself free, she started to sink down to the ground, still crossing her legs, in utter desperation to keep as much piss in her bladder until the very end. She put both hands now, back on her pussy, which her hands were now starting to get wet. The speaker finally finished, which meant it was the end of the day. Abby didn't move an inch. "Abby, let's go," I said. "You're gonna piss a hole through your pants in a second if you don't go to the bathroom now." She moaned a little and looked over with tears in her eyes. "Ohh...I told you, if I move, I'm just gonna end up wetting all over the place...there's no use in trying to go to the bathroom now, my pants are gonna get ruined completely in any second." "Just wait for everyone to leave the auditorium, and just piss," I said. We waited, and when we were the only ones left alone, Abby finally let her hands free. Her stream started off slowly, but then fastened until piss was rapidly going all over her tight black jeans, down her legs and creating a huge wet spot on the carpet. Abby stepped backwards, relieving all of the pressure from her bladder. But she stumbled, as her knees gave out from the relieving feeling, and she feel backwards. I immediately caught her, but she was still falling. She was feeling faint, she said, because it was too embarrassing for her to do this in front of me, and that can be a sign of a panic attack, which her and I are prone to getting. She slipped into my arms where I caught her. The thing is, though, I was still sitting. My legs were too weak from seeing all of this, that I simply couldn't stand up. So she fell on my lap, resting her head against my shoulder as I told her everything was okay. Remember earlier how I said I didn't feel like her wetting all over me? Well, I had immediately changed my thought as this happened. I have never felt piss so hot. Her flow was so hot that it actually burned a little. My left leg was in between her legs, where she was wetting all over that leg. But since her pussy was pretty much resting on my leg, with only jeans between the two of us, I felt it all coming out of her crotch, rapidly going down both of her legs, and my leg, getting all over the floor. Piss was getting EVERYWHERE. No one said a word. The only sounds that were made was the loud hissing of her hot flow, and her moaning in relief. Right. In. My. Ear. Time seemed to never end. I think for about a minute and a half, did the flow continuously form out. She tilted her head back in utter relief. Then as she finished up, she started to snap back to full consciousness. She moved her head to the side so our eyes met, and she looked down. Her face was bright red. Tears started to well up in her eyes. I didn't have it in my heart to tell her that this, in fact, is something I like. In fact, I've never told anyone this, because I'm afraid no matter what, it could get between our friendship. I just told her what I usually tell people. That this happens to everyone, and it's nothing to be embarrassed about. I will admit this, though. You could say we're friends with benefits, but nothing really sexual tbh. Just romantic friends I guess. We ended up making out after for a few minutes. Abby stood up finally. She spread her legs and felt all around her legs. I stood up. I looked at my legs, which was mostly one big spot on my left leg, but that wasn't wear the real mess was. The floor had a big stain from where she started to piss, then a stream from where she started to slip, and a puddle on a few of the seats, and a huge stain from where we were sitting. Abby's legs stuck to her pants, which she constantly tried to get them unstuck, but would fail. She gave up trying, and we just grabbed our stuff and headed out of campus. Probably the best wetting experience I've witnessed, or possibly of all time. If anyone wants to chat in private messages, I'm always up for a chat to shoot the breeze! Thanks for reading, sorry if this was too long, but a lot obviously happened today.
  9. Hey, so I haven't been on here in literally forever. Sorry about that, been really fucking busy with work and stuff. So since I'm actually finally back, why not kick it off with another experience that I witnessed with Grasen? So this was during my senior year in high school, and I was in a science class at the time. At this point in my life, I had already witnessed several other wettings, so I actually began to jot down details of whenever I witnessed something. I still have the notebook, which is why I post the stories on here, is because I see the stories written down whenever I look through it. Alright so, like I said, I was a science class at the time, and I had it at the end of the day. I had gotten through about halfway through the period (and it was mostly just taking notes) and was almost falling asleep because of how long a day it had been. Then, something woke me up and made me snap out of it. "Pardon the interruption, but the building is now in lockdown." The loudspeaker even made me jump, it was so loud. Now, keep in mind that I have severe anxiety. So whenever I hear these things, my immediate reaction is, holy fucking shit there's probably a shooter in the building holy shit. And I thought this especially at the time, because we had already had a fire drill at the time, so I thought it very strange that we'd have a lockdown drill on the same day. So I was instructed by my teacher for everyone to go under their desks. The lights were shut off, door was locked, the shades were drawn, everything became dark. So I decided that for the five minutes that the drill would take place, I would just play that Crossy Road game under the desk, on my phone. The expected five minutes turned to ten minutes, then that turned to fifteen minutes. At this point, I began worrying that something could potentially happen to me, I didn't know what the hell was going on. I texted my friends trying to see if they knew what happened, but nothing was really known. Only rumors. So I became very bored, and started to fall asleep again. (Perfect time to sleep during school, am I right?) Then, an announcement rang on the loudspeaker. "Students and teachers, please remain in lockdown mode until the police leave the building." Now I really began to worry, like why would the police be here?? I began falling asleep again, until something caught my attention again. It was Grasen's voice from across the room. "Are we allowed to leave the room?" My teacher replied, "no, we're in lockdown, Grasen." Grasen was wearing a tight shirt and tight jeans with a black belt tightly around her waist that day. All tight. Then I heard Grasen say, "but I really have to pee..." My teacher ignored her. "Can I please go? The bathroom is right outside the classroom, I'll be quick!" "No Grasen. I'll get in trouble and so will you if you leave here." "Literally I am about to pee my pants, ughhhh....." Grasen complained. Hell yeah. My teacher ignored her again. Now, I know some people, when they have to piss, will just toss out "I'm gonna pee my pants," even if it's not that bad. But Grasen KEPT on complaining, over and over again, on how bad she had to pee. "Could I just open a window and pee out that?" "Look Grasen, you should have went before you came to class anyways. Don't you know you can weaken your bladder by holding it in so long? It's been scientifically proven." "Oh my god, I just really need to pee so bad, I'm actually right about to pee myself, no joke." A good half hour must have went by from the start of the lockdown. So we were in there for a while. And it was right at the end of the day, and another announcement came up: "Teachers, please do not dismiss your students, we are still in lockdown for the next ten minutes." Grasen groaned. Since we knew that the lockdown was almost over, people starting getting up and walking around. My teacher didn't care. I walked up to her for a minute to say something to her, and when I walked away, I went over to Grasen. I started up conversation with her about how long the lockdown was being. We started chatting, and somewhere along the conversation, she said, "I have no problem with how long the lockdown is to be honest. Actually, I wouldn't have a problem, if I didn't have to go pee so badly." As we talked, she leaned on her desk, biting her lips. Another fucking announcement came on. "The lockdown is over, but please remain in your classrooms as the buses have not yet arrived." Grasen ran over to my teacher. "Can I please go now? Please?" My teacher simply said, "No." Grasen's jaw dropped. She spoke so fast it sounded like it was all one word. "Ohmygodimactuallyabouttopissallovermyselfplease" My teacher walked away. Everyone started putting on their bags. The bell finally rang, and almost everyone walked out of the class. Grasen looked happy to hear that the bell rang. Well, she was, until we heard on the announcements "Although the bells rang, do not send your students out of the class, the buses still are not here." My teacher said, "oh shit", and quickly ran out of the classroom to get everyone back in. But to my teacher's horror, everyone had been long gone. Grasen was just about to put on her bag when the announcement, and she looked at me with literal tears in her eyes. "No...." she quivered, looking down at her jeans. We were the only ones left in the class. A patch started off small, to which it got darker, and bigger, spreading rapidly all along the front and sides of her jeans. She looked up at me after about 5 seconds of staring at her pants. Her mouth was wide open, which turned into - get this - a smile, followed by a short, quiet laugh from her. I didn't know what else to say. So stupid me says "Are you actually pissing your pants?" No shit Sherlock. "Yeah, can't you see?" Grasen replied, blushing. As always, a puddle formed, dripping from the bottom of her tight jeans, onto the marble floor. She turned around to look at the back of her jeans, and yes, the bottom of her beautiful ass was soaked. It went down from her ass, down her thighs, with a few small streams at the bottom, followed by it splashing on the floor. "Oh my god...." Grasen said when she finished, and ran out of the classroom to run into the bathroom across the hall. I'll tell you what happened after she came out in another experience story, I feel it's as good as another experience put down. It's not another wetting from her, but it was just so good of an experience, it should deserve a second part on its own.
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