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  1. 337 downloads

    After enduring a long drive a woman bursting to pee makes a dash for the restroom. Part way of her pissing her pee comes out in several high pressured spurts that strike the inside of the toilet. This clip comes from SL-291. I thought it was interesting enough to have its own little spotlight. You can find the full JAV here. Enjoy
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    A very desperate woman walks around the park looking for a place to pee. She finally finds a spot behind some benches and begins to get some much needed relief. Just as she starts pissing someone walking by decides to come over and sit down on one of the benches. The woman quickly pulls up her panties and tries to act as if nothing is wrong, Luckily for her the person didn't notice her squatting down before. The woman now bursting tries her best to hide her desperation while waiting for the person to leave. Just as the person starts to leave the woman unable to hold it any longer begins to leak in front of her. As the person walks away the woman fully loses control and wets herself. Enjoy
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    ACZD-064 - Secret Peeing Taken By Mako Maeda. ACZD-064-01 - The actress films herself wetting her panties over a small towel. ACZD-064 -02 - The actress stands over the camera and wets her panties. ACZD-064-03 - The actress desperate to pee films herself wetting her pajamas and then puts them in the washing machine. It then cuts to her wearing a shirt and panties as she sits in the same spot as before and wets herself again. ACZD-064 -04 - It starts off with the actress wearing a skirt desperate to pee trying to hold it until she wets herself. It then cuts to her sitting on a bed wearing a leotard and a diaper. After she gets done peeing in the diaper she takes it off to show how much she peed. It then cuts again to her wearing yet another skirt wetting herself again. ACZD-064-05 - It starts with the actress wearing a dress and pantyhose while drinking a bunch of liquids. She tries to hold it for as long as she can before wetting herself followed by taking a shower. It the cuts to her picking out a diaper to wear for the next part. It then cuts to her walking on screen in jeans after wetting herself with a wet bum (I assume she couldn't hold it in time while she was trying to get the camera ready). She then takes her pants off to show off that she is wearing the diaper she picked out earlier along with showing off how full it was. ACZD-064 Uncut - Has everything above plus some enemas/pooping in diapers and pantie pooping. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy
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  4. View File ACZD-064 ACZD-064 - Secret Peeing Taken By Mako Maeda. ACZD-064-01 - The actress films herself wetting her panties over a small towel. ACZD-064 -02 - The actress stands over the camera and wets her panties. ACZD-064-03 - The actress desperate to pee films herself wetting her pajamas and then puts them in the washing machine. It then cuts to her wearing a shirt and panties as she sits in the same spot as before and wets herself again. ACZD-064 -04 - It starts off with the actress wearing a skirt desperate to pee trying to hold it until she wets herself. It then cuts to her sitting on a bed wearing a leotard and a diaper. After she gets done peeing in the diaper she takes it off to show how much she peed. It then cuts again to her wearing yet another skirt wetting herself again. ACZD-064-05 - It starts with the actress wearing a dress and pantyhose while drinking a bunch of liquids. She tries to hold it for as long as she can before wetting herself followed by taking a shower. It the cuts to her picking out a diaper to wear for the next part. It then cuts to her walking on screen in jeans after wetting herself with a wet bum (I assume she couldn't hold it in time while trying to get the camera ready). She then takes her pants off to show off that she is wearing the diaper she picked out earlier along with showing off how full it was. ACZD-064 Uncut - Has everything above plus some enemas/pooping in diapers and pantie pooping. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 12/05/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  5. (Vivianne is wearing a light green, oversized hoodie. She has on shorts underneath it (can’t be seen) and fishnets with black boots) Seth had invited his friends Elliot, Reese, Vivianne, Lily, and Cameron to a party at his house. Little did two people in the group know that the others had a trick up their sleeves… Elliot and Vivianne had a crush on each other for a while now. Elliot had openly admitted it to Reese and Seth, while Lily managed to get it out of Vivianne. Vivianne was rather closed off and grumpy, but the others knew it was from insecurity. All of her jokes, no matter how harsh, she never meant, and they all knew that. Seth invited his friend group over, because he had a plan. They were all going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven, but he was going to put a little twist on it… leaving them in the closet for a few hours seemed good for some bonding. Everyone was having a good time at the group gathering, when Seth presented his idea of the game. The others (except for Vivianne and Elliot) were all in on it. Long story short, Elliot and Vivianne were now in a closet. Vivianne sighed. The seven minutes had been brutally awkward, seeing that neither of the two were doing any talking. Elliot was leaning against the wall, while Vivianne was checking a text on her phone. The seven minutes were up, but the door wouldn’t open. The two knew that it was locked from the outside, so they couldn’t get out until it was unlocked. After another minute of waiting, Vivianne slammed her fist on the door. ”Hey, Seth! Let us out dumbass! Seth!!” Vivianne shouted, but no reply came. It was like everyone had left… It suddenly hit her. This whole thing was a fucking set up, and now she would be trapped with her crush in a tight space for who knew how long. Elliot looked down at her, being the taller of the two. “Looks like we’ll be here a while…” He mumbled. Vivianne simply nodded, and tried to distract herself with her phone. She kept feeling small twinges in her bladder, but nothing too bad. Elliot was on his phone as well, and the two just were playing random games and doing who knows what for a while. Vivianne suddenly felt a random but extremely uncomfortable wave of desperation hit her, causing her hand to shake a bit. The 18 year old had a large, moderate strength bladder, but didn’t realize she had to go that much. Vivianne didn’t want to sacrifice her pride, so she said nothing about her need, hoping that the closet would open soon. There were a couple water bottles in the closet, and Vivianne was getting thirsty. She debated drinking some water, but then mentally scolded herself. She would be fine, it’s only a bit of discomfort. She drank some water despite her filling bladder, and went back to playing on her phone. Elliot was looking around the closet a bit, and wasn’t sure whether to make conversation with her or leave it. Another thirty minutes passed, and Vivianne was incredibly uncomfortable. Her bladder was heavy, and not moving or grabbing her crotch was making it very, very hard to hold in. A horrible wave of desperation suddenly hit her again, and this time Vivianne dropped her phone and grabbed her crotch, her face flushed from embarrassment as she squirmed. Elliot looked up, and the surprise on his face turned into sympathy. ”Do you want me to tell Seth to let us out now?“ He asked. Vivianne shook her head. “No, it’ll just make us trapped in here longer, and I do not need the rest of the group knowing about this. S-So keep your mouth shut about it.” Elliot felt bad for his friend. She was clearly so embarrassed… he wanted to assure her that it was okay. ”Vivianne, you don’t have to be embarrassed, okay? I-I really like you, and even if I wasn’t like having a crush on you, I still wouldn’t judge at all.” Elliot said. Vivianne looked up at him, and then she smiled. A genuine, happy smile. “Yeah… I-I like you too. A lot.” Elliot smiled. Vivianne stood up straighter, still holding herself. He leaned on the wall next to her, and tried to distract her with a conversation. While he was talking, Vivianne was still distracted by her very urgent need to pee. She could feel the slight bulge of her bladder against her arms, and her cheeks were flushed from holding in so much pee. Elliot texted their friends, and then groaned at the reply he got. ”They went out to the store and left us here in a closet… they’re like twenty minutes away, and driving back now.” Elliot said, clearly frustrated. Vivianne felt her heart sink. She could barely move with leaking, she would never be able to hold it in for another twenty minutes… but she had to try. Her waistband from her fishnets was pressing into her bladder bulge, making it more uncomfortable to hold. Ten minutes later, another wave of desperation made a huge leak escape her overfilled bladder. Pulling back on the pee hurt enough, and it sent trickled down her legs. Vivianne was shaking as she tried to keep in the large amount of pee in her bladder. Her bladder was rock hard. Elliot looked like he felt so bad, but didn’t know how to help her. ”Vivianne if it’s really hurting you, you can just go. There no need to be in pain. The others wont care…” Elliot said. ”Elliot I’m fine..” You could tell that Vivianne was tearing up from her voice. Elliot turned her towards him and hugged her. “Vivianne, just relax and go. Please stop hurting yourself, holding this much in is not healthy for you.” a couple trickles of pee went down her legs, and then it all just came pouring out. It quickly wet the floor, and poor Vivianne was peeing for at least a minute. She cried softly as Elliot hugged her, she was totally embarrassed. ”it’s alright. I’ve got you. Nobody’s going to tease you about it…” Elliot hugged her tightly. The closet door suddenly opened, and their friends looked at the two in shock. Lily spoke up first. ”Vivianne we’re so sorry!” She ran over and hugged her friend, the others following after her. ”I’ll let you borrow one of my sisters sweatpants.” Seth said, rubbing her back. The rest of the night was a movie night, and nobody spoke of the incident after that. Vivianne felt like she could depend on her friends more, but she was never playing Seven Minutes in Heaven again. - Afterwards - “I mean, technically, my plan worked.” Seth said to Elliot over the phone. ”You locked us in a closet for at least an hour, and she peed herself.” Elliot replied. ”but you two are together. Because of me.” Seth insisted. Elliot sighed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, dude.” (I’ll do more stories with this group later, also I reused a few names from my previous post)
  6. Before I start I want to get a few things out of the way. First thing’s first - I plan to post one chapter a week. I’m terrible at keeping a schedule, so no promises. But that’s the aim. Plot is a big part of the story. There will be chapters without any omorashi. Masterbation does happen (maybe sex at a later point, I’m still writing) but the focus is on desperation. As mentioned, I’m still writing. Some things might change in later chapters. I also don’t have an editor, so expect mistakes, and for the writing “style” to randomly shift. If you have any feedback, or see a typo or mistake, feel free to let me know. I want to improve, so any help would be great! Note: I write in British English (though I don’t come from Britain) At the start of each chapter, I’ll add a character’s name. They are the “POV” character, and any inner monologue will be from them. That said, the story is written in third person. Note: When out of costume (it’s a superhero story) their civilian name will be used. Otherwise, they will go by their hero/villain name. ==================== Chapter One Music Music power-walked through the empty alleyway. He was almost home, and not a moment too soon. His bladder, heavy and full, shuddered with every step. Things were getting dire. Just two more blocks. Music told himself. Two more blocks and then I can finally get out of this costume and actually piss! This was a terrible line of thought! Music was forced to a halt as he doubled over, squeezing himself as he felt a spurt shooting through his dick, stopped only by his hand. His legs were shaking, knees knocking together as he shifted back and forth, unable to keep still. C’mon, just gimme five. More. Minutes. Music groaned, whimpering as he squeezed his eyes shut. His fingers, pinching the head of his dick, felt warm as a spurt jetted out. One eye opened, and then the other. The urge had lessened and Music was able to breathe. Carefully, he removed his hands. A sigh of relief. He was safe, for now. Boom! Music jolted, a second spurt dampening his boxers. Please, not now… He couldn’t deal with any more villainy; not in the state he was in. Another boom! With one last, longing glance toward home, Music turned back, heading toward the sound. “It’s all set up, boss.” Music could hear a minion’s voice as he neared the site. “All you gotta do is press this button and-” Whap! Music threw a punch at the stout man, knocking a remote from his hands. It slid across the alley, hitting a wall. Music bent down to get it. His bladder squeezed and he sucked in a breath, forcing himself upright. He could feel a bead of piss right at the tip of his dick. “Well well well, if it isn’t Music.” Mystify grinned. He twirled his wooden cane, slamming it down against cracked concrete. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “I have your remote, Mystify.” Music held up the contraption. “You’re done. And since I’m in such a good mood, I’ll let you off with a warning.” He didn’t have time. He could feel the damp material against his highly sensitised dick, teasing him to let out more. Another squirt was already building up, aching to escape his swollen bladder. “A warning, now?” Mystify smirked, both hands lightly gripping the ball of his cane. “Someone’s being exceedingly polite today.” “Yeah, well, I do what I can.” Music shrugged. Another spurt! He sucked in a hissing breath. If he didn’t finish this soon, he’d be in real trouble. He was already starting to leak; he’d be lucky if he even made it home. “Hey boss?” The minion whispered. “I think something’s up with Music.” “For goodness sake, Pandor.” Mystify rolled his eyes beneath his mask. “Not everyone has to piss every time you see them.” The minion, Pandor, went a deep shade of scarlet. “Sir.” Pandor hissed, shifting in embarrassment. “You’re not exactly subtle about your fetish, you know.” Mystify tapped a large bulge in Pandor’s pants. The minion let out a needy whimper, pulling his white coat around himself. “S-Sir.” Pandor breathed, this time with more urgency. His words came out in a shuddering moan. I don’t have time for this. Music had to press his knees together to keep his legs from shaking. He shifted away from the two. Maybe they won’t notice- “Sir.” Pandor panted as his gaze locked onto Music’s crotch. “I really think that-” “Oh for heavens-” A breath of annoyance escaped Mystify’s nose. “Look, I’ll prove it to you.” A jolt of pain shot through Music’s body as Mystify jabbed his bladder with his cane. The hero struggled to stay upright as wave upon wave of urgency rippled through his bulging bladder, dribbling from his swollen dick. His urge, once controllable — if barely — had been shot to pieces. This was an emergency! “Oh.” Mystify blinked, eyes wide as he watched a wet spot form on Music’s green spandex. He stepped aside. “Well, don’t let us stop you.” “I’m fine.” Music lied through gritted teeth. He was bent slightly at the waist, fists balled up, uselessly gripping the material of his costume. His dick twitched, a few drops shaking off the wet fabric, landing between his legs. “For goodness sake, hero.” Mystify snapped. “I’m not a monster. Just go, and then we can continue when you’re at your best.” Music scowled. It had to be a trap. “I mean it, go.” With that, Music disappeared around the corner. It was all he could do in his desperate state of white hot need. He started to tug off his costume, dick dribbling in anticipation for the relief that was to follow. “Oh please do, hero.” Pandor smirked. He had the perfect vantage point from where he stood. “Show me your secret identity.” There was an obvious tent in his pants. “Get. Lost.” Was all Music could muster. He could feel the first rivulets beginning to trickle down his shaking legs. “Or don’t.” Pandor shrugged. “I’ve got all day, do you?” “Pandor!” Mystical barked. Wincing, Pandor turned back. With no time to waste, Music pulled off form-fitting hood, revealing shoulder-length golden curls. He squirmed his way out of his one-piece, tugging it down to his belly. A swollen belly, hard and entirely filled with piss. He froze. Spurt after spurt, each more powerful than the last, forced their way out of his turgid dick, into sodden boxers. Music squeezed his dick — one hand gripping the base, the other the head — in one last futile attempt to stop the inevitable. He already knew he had lost. He was pissing. Almost before he could even comprehend it, Music was pissing. Shock clouded his face, before relief washed over him. Pain was replaced by pleasure, more powerful than any orgasm. He must’ve moaned, how could he not when he could finally breathe again, but he couldn’t hear anything, lost in the radiating waves of the purest relief. Music didn’t know when he stopped, by the time he came down from his high, he was standing in a puddle, legs beginning to cool, and his super-suit sticking uncomfortably to his body. Tears, a mix of shame, relief, and humiliation, began to roll down his cheeks, lost in the lake below him. “Oh.” Pandor squeaked, the pants of his costume slick. His body was shaking with the aftershocks of his own release. “Music?” Mystify’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Are you… okay?” His tone was sincere. And then Music broke off into a run. The villains let him go. Mystify turned to Pandor, towering over him. Finally slipping back into reality, Pandor backed up. “S-Sir?” Pandor swallowed hard. “You are in so much trouble when we get back to the lair.” Mystify snapped. “B-But sir, I didn’t do any-” Pandor flinched, as Mystify jabbed his cane in the direction of his evil lair. “Go!” Mystify roared. Pandor obeyed. Back at home, Music crept across the tree in his backyard, climbing through his bedroom window. He didn’t need any nosey neighbours recognising him, especially now. He stumbled into his bathroom, making it as far as the doorway, before he collapsed. How could he even face the town after this? His dick, hard and throbbing, ached as it tented his pants. His body couldn’t deny how good it felt to finally relax, even if his mind said otherwise. Music peeled his sodden costume off, depositing it in the shower as he stepped inside, turning on the water. He groaned, precum beading the head of his aching dick. Confused visions of Pandor danced around his head. One, two, three strokes later, he came. ==================== CHARACTERS Music A superhero in his mid 20s. He wears a green spandex one piece, with a quaver (double connected music note) on his chest, and another (single music note with a flick) on his belt, along with a cape. Protagonist Mystify A supervillain in his early 30s. A tall redhead with a semi-formal tone. Has a cane, mostly for show. Antagonist Pandor A short, stout villain, and the minion of Mystify. Nervous and highly-strung. Has an omo fetish and is terrible at hiding it. Messy white hair, steampunk-style outfit, thick goggles, and black gloves. Villain’s lackey Character profiles will be updated when needed.
  7. Hey! It’s been a long time since my last post. I’ll spare you all the details and just say I’ve been dealing with some health stuff the last year or so, but I’m on the mend and mostly back to my old self again, blessedly. I haven’t written too much out here, but everything I have has been a story I’ve invented or observed. I haven’t written very much about the moments I’ve experienced myself. So here’s a story from a few years back about that exact topic. I have a few stories from seeing movies, but one that always sticks out in my mind is this. Midsommar came out during the summer of 2019, and I was curious to see it from the first trailer I saw. I’m a big fan of horror movies and I wanted to see what it was all about. As it turned out, it was a bit different than I was expecting, but we’re not really here for a movie review. Besides, the other stories happening during the movie turned out to be a lot more fun and interesting anyway. Most of my friends don’t like anything remotely horror. And while this movie isn’t horror in the “jump scares and demonic curses” sense, there were some pretty horrifying elements to it. Which meant I was mostly on my own to see it. I was surprised to find out, though, that a formerly very close friend of mine was also interested in seeing it. I’ll call her Sarah for the sake of this story. See, Sarah and I had been very close friends once; she was dating one of my best friends and we spent a lot of time together as a result. There was a time that we used to get dinner and hang out with a good measure of frequency and we kept up with each other’s lives after the two of them moved a bit further away. Over the years though, we drifted apart. Not to a point where we weren’t still friends, but to the point where we only saw each other in groups and our only communication outside of that was the errant phone call while one of us was driving somewhere and knew the other was free. So when Sarah said she’d be down to see the movie with me and we actually planned the day, I was looking forward to it! It would be nice to see the movie and reconnect with my old friend in the process. Too much had she started to feel like “my best friend’s girlfriend” instead of “my friend” the way she once had and I hoped that this might be a nice opportunity to at least catch up if nothing else. We agreed to meet up early and drive together so we could hang and chat for the afternoon, deciding to grab sushi for lunch beforehand as well as a place nearby. Lunch was excellent and we had a great time. I was pretty aware of what I was drinking at lunch, though. In the few years beforehand, I had had some close calls during movies and wanted to avoid another that day. I hate getting up during films and am generally pretty careful about not drinking too much and making my life difficult, though sometimes it doesn’t matter anyway. During this particular lunch, I had a small cup of water. That was it; just one of those small plastic restaurant water cups that are all over the US. I figured that wouldn’t be nearly enough to fill me up too quickly. Sarah had a water as well and after lunch we headed over to the theatre a few short blocks away. This was one of those nice theatres where the individual screening rooms have those recliner chairs in them so we’d have plenty of room to ourselves to get comfy and relax. Once we got there, memories of the last few movies I’d seen came to mind and I decided to go use the restroom before we headed to the theatre. While I was gone, Sarah actually got herself a large Coke and a little snack (I can’t remember what). As we passed the ladies room, she asked if I’d hold her stuff while she ran in before the movie, which I of course did. With all that taken care of, we headed into the theatre and found our seats probably fifteen minutes before the movie started. Or at least before the previews started. That’s important because those probably added twenty minutes to the runtime overall. Midsommar was already a nearly 3 hour movie so to add it all together probably adds up to a little over 3. I figured I’d be fine anyway though. I tend to have pretty good bladder control in general, but for whatever reason, movies always affect me differently. Maybe it’s psychosomatic. Either way, the previews ended and the movie finally began. The first half of the movie was pretty much as expected; we relaxed, watched the film, and I noticed that Sarah sipped her Coke quite frequently. By about the halfway point I heard her hit the end of it. Damn; I was surprised she’d already put away the 64oz. soda and idly wondered if she’d be okay till the end of the movie. Around the same time, I started to notice a building pressure in my own bladder. I was slightly annoyed at this because I had been so careful not to over hydrate. Oh well, it wasn’t that bad. I’d be fine till the end of the movie, I figured. Another half hour later (probably about 2 hours into the movie), I felt like I had overestimated myself. My bladder had gone from that comfortable fullness that most of here probably enjoy to a pretty prominent aching. Luckily, the chair I was in was large and comfortable so at least I wasn’t squished up. In the position I was in, I only really noticed it if I was moving. Another fifteen minutes later or so, that ache was a pretty constant dull throbbing and my bladder was getting hard to the touch. I had to pee pretty badly now. Honestly, I was wondering if I’d really make it to the end of the movie or if I’d have to swallow my pride and throw in the towel early. It was about the time I had that thought that Sarah leaned over and spoke softly to me, so as not to interrupt the movie for the few other people there with us. “I have to pee really bad. I’m gonna go after this scene.” I told her I’d let her know what happened while she was gone and she went back to waiting, clearly a bit anxious. Now, to remind everyone, this is the girlfriend of one of my best friends I’m spending the day with, and I never saw her in a light of lust or desire. But I did find myself wondering how badly she must have to go if she was willing to give in during the movie. Certainly as badly as I did, maybe worse. Probably worse, actually. I didn’t drain a large Coke in the first hour and a half of the movie. The scene finally changed and Sarah wasted no time in jumping up from her seat and hurrying out of the theatre. I watched her go, part of me very jealous of the fact that she was on her way to the sweet relief I so desperately needed too. I grit my teeth and forced myself to relax though. If I really wanted to, I could leave myself. But I wasn’t ready to give in just yet. Sarah returned after a few short minutes and I caught her up on the movie before turning my attention back to the screen. Actually, only half my attention was on the screen. The throbbing ache in my lower abdomen had become a constant pang of need. I was really full, fuller than I had been in a long time. I tried to stay as still as possible since every motion made my bladder cry out with need. My best guess was there was about 20 minutes of movie left. I honestly wasn’t sure if I’d make it that long. The next several minutes were some of the longest and most uncomfortable of my life…but the masochistic omorashi lover in me also immensely enjoyed it. I honestly don’t remember a lot about the end of the movie because I was so focused on just holding on till the end and getting my relief. I was tense and nervous, shaking my leg without even realizing it and taking relatively shallow breaths so I didn’t stretch my bladder too far. I wondered if Sarah could notice my predicament but now that she was relaxed and comfortable again, she was wholly engrossed in the movie again, so I didn’t have to worry about that. At long, long last, the credits began to roll. Being conditioned by Marvel films at the time, part of me wondered if I’d have to wait for an end credits scene, but as Sarah moved to stand up I was reminded that this wasn’t, in fact, a movie made to spawn a multibillion dollar franchise. “Ready to go?” she asked me. I agreed and rose gingerly to my feet, the true magnitude of my predicament hitting me. With gravity pulling down on it, I became immediately aware of the fact that my bladder was bursting full. It was hard as a rock and felt like a lead ball resting in my lower abdomen. I still had to make sure I was taking relaxed breaths so I didn’t put too much extra pressure on it. I was so desperate I could barely stand up straight. I forced my body to rise to its full height though; I didn’t want to give away how bad off I was to Sarah as we left the theatre. She led the way and we headed back down the hallway to the exit. She pushed out the door and immediately started heading left. For a moment, I panicked. To the left was the side exit back out to the parking lot and she was clearly heading towards the car already. Now, despite my deep enjoyment of omorashi, I’m very shy about people knowing I need to use the restroom. Always have been, probably always will be. But a quick self-assessment told me I had no choice. If I tried to make it home, I’d probably pop. And if I thought telling her I needed to go was embarrassing, legitimately losing control of myself in front of her would be mortifying and something I wasn’t willing to risk. “Oh Sarah, hang on. I’m gonna run to the bathroom before we leave.” I tried to make it sound as casual as I could so she didn’t see my intense desperation. “Oh sure! No worries!” She turned back and followed me down the longest hallway of my life back to the main lobby. I was getting more anxious by the step and I felt my bladder begging me for relief, screaming for the release it needed. I was tensing and clenching every muscle I could to hold back. It felt like an ocean was trying to push itself out from within me. I truly wasn’t sure how I hadn’t blown yet. Sarah said she’d wait for me across the lobby and I hurried off (as casually as possible) to the men’s room. Sometimes even the men’s room has a line after a movie ends, but our movie hadn’t had many people in it and this restroom was much larger than the one at the theatre I was used to, so I found a urinal right away. Thank god. I wasn’t sure how much longer I had left in me. It felt like seconds at best, being so close to release. It took a few seconds for me to finally relax enough to let go but once it started, I just exploded. It was maybe the most satisfying piss of my entire life. I couldn’t help but sigh as the immense relief washed over me and actually got a little dizzy as the satisfaction overtook my body. I must’ve kept going for upwards of a minute; I shocked myself a bit, honestly. Even without having had much to drink that day in preparation for the movie, I had still become fuller than I ever remembered being before. Except maybe one other movie I’d seen a year or two before. After I was finally finished, I just stood there and relished the sweet relief for a few seconds. I hadn’t felt relaxed for probably two hours at that point and being rid of the extreme pressure I had been under was indescribably satisfying. Finally, I washed my hands and headed back out to meet up with Sarah. We drove home, discussing what we thought of the movie, and that was the end of the day. Years later, Sarah and my best friend are no longer dating. She doesn’t really talk to any of us in our group anymore, myself included, which is totally understandable. But this memory occasionally crops up as one of the most sincerely and unintentionally desperate moments of my young adult life. And while Sarah was only tangentially a part of that, I do somewhat associate the memory with her since it was one of the last things we ever did before the pandemic and, as a result, one of the last times I ever saw her. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed a short, sweet retelling of one of my own personal experiences. I have a few more, one of which is also movie based (Hereditary in…whatever year that came out) and several that I’ve witnessed over the years that have happened around me. I’ll post some more soon, hopefully with less time between posts! Take care everyone!
  8. Hello again! I have been in the mood to write another story, this one another solo. It’s not something I remember as well as the others though, so I have to admit that I embellished it a bit and filled in the blanks in my memory, so it definitely straddles the line between an experience and fiction. I’m not quite sure where the mods draw the line (or if it’s really that big of an issue), but I put it in here because it’s based on a real experience and this is where I’ve put all my stories so far. Sorry if it seems exceptionally disjointed by the way – I had to stop writing suddenly but wanted to post what I have. Also – if anyone has any requests for things to me to write about, please do ask! Whether its types of experiences I’ve had or a fictional story idea, I’d appreciate the feedback and inspiration! When I was in university, I had a really good friend that lived about 15-20 minutes away from my apartment at the time by foot. I’d walk over fairly frequently, and we’d usually chat and watch TV until late into the afternoon/evening, and I would end up walking home around 10 or 11 when I started getting sleepy. I wanted to write a story about one of those times! This afternoon (I can’t remember the day – probably a Friday or Saturday?), I’d spent most of the afternoon with my friend watching who knows what. It was fairly warm that day from what I remember, so I’d definitely been drinking water throughout the day, and I remember my friend giving me a cup of sweet tea that evening. If you’re not familiar with “sweet tea” in some parts of the US, it’s basically sugar with a bit of water and tea flavoring in it. I remember having to wash out my mouth with an entire bottle of water just to get the taste out – it was way, way too sweet for me! I guess all of this is a long way of saying that I drank a lot over the afternoon, and didn’t really go to the bathroom. I remember tending not to use the bathroom at this friend’s house – he was a great friend, but let’s just say his housekeeping skills needed some work. I remember falling asleep on the couch as we were watching something longer and older – Golden Girls maybe? – thanks in part to the drink or two I’d had that night. I remember my friend gently shaking my shoulder to wake me up, and I instinctively stretched to wake myself up. I stopped after a second or two as I noticed a stretching pain in my abdomen. It vaguely registered to me that I had to pee, but I wasn’t really awake yet. I talked with my friend a bit, I think he just told me I’d fallen asleep and it was late. “I guess I should go home,” I yawned and stood up, still groggy. I shifted back and forth a bit, feeling the fullness in my stomach. “Want to use the restroom before you go?” he asked as I finished off my drinks. “No, I’m good,” I said reflexively as I yawned. “Okay,” he said, in that kind of “if you say so” sort of way. We hugged, and probably chatted a bit in the doorway, but not that long this day – it was pretty warm. I remember giving my friend a hug and feeling the pressure on my bladder get even worse, but I was still groggy. As soon as the door shut and I turned around and began walking through my friend’s apartment complex, it finally set in. “Shit,” I whispered to myself, and stopped walking down the stairwell I was on. I looked down at my stomach, and you could clearly see my stomach bulging through my white t-shirt. A gust of wind made my shirt flutter around a little bit, and it clung to my stomach. “Damn,” I found myself thinking. “I look really fat right now.” I’m not sure why that, of all things, was my biggest concern right now, but it was. I looked down at my shorts – they were skinny, well fit and (just my luck) light grey/blue denim. I remember wearing a belt, but not what kind. I definitely remember wearing white briefs. I looked down at my stomach, then up at the road I had to walk down to get home. It wasn’t too busy this time of night, but there was still some traffic, and I was too far away to see my apartment complex. I turned and looked back at my friend’s front door, wincing a bit at the pain in my stomach. For a second, I almost turned and went back to his door to ask to use the toilet, but something about the pain in my stomach flipped a switch on me. There was suddenly some part of me that absolutely loved the pain I was in, and even more loved the anxiety I felt, knowing that I might not make it back. Some part of my brain thought to the rest of me, “Do it, b!tch, start walking home,” and the rest of me shuddered at the thought, suddenly awake and alive. How bad would it hurt? Would anyone notice me squirming or walking home funny? Worst case, what if… I didn’t make it? Before even half of that had crossed my mind, I found myself down the flight of stairs and walking off towards the street. I stuck my hands inside my pockets and walked determinedly towards my apartment. Walking wasn’t popular where I lived, so the roads didn’t have well-maintained sidewalks. Hitting the uneven pavement definitely played havoc with my walking, and my bladder too. I felt around my pockets to see if I could reach myself, and I just barely could. When there weren’t oncoming cars, I was rubbing my finger up and down my shaft over my briefs. It worked before long, and I got hard enough to help me have to pee a little bit less. The problem for me, though, is that I can get myself mentally worked up pretty easily, and I knew if I went past edging myself, I’d be seconds away from soaking wet pants. I couldn’t help but imagine it, how good it would feel, both to let go and to cum, and I had to stop. I felt very, very close to cumming in my pants, right there on the sidewalk. I stopped walking and kept my dick pointed off to one side, my hand cupped over it in my pocket to keep anything from touching it even slightly. I felt like even a brush from my shorts would set me off right then. I tried to stand stock still, hands cupped in my pockets, slightly bent over at the waist, and wait to be … less aroused, I guess? While I was standing there trying not to think of sexy things, it occurred to me that the longer I waited, the more pain I would be in, and the more likely I would be to wet my pants before I got home. That thought did not help me calm down. As I felt myself closer and closer to cumming, I froze in place, squeezed my eyes and tried to think of the most un-sexy things that I could imagine. I tried to block out the sensation of something working its way through my shaft … and just barely splash into my underwear. I’d just barely avoided cumming in my pants, but I hadn’t come (hahah) out unscathed. I could feel a patch of slimy wetness on my underwear, and once I’d gotten more control of myself and the feeling of cumming had almost completely gone, I realized I’d better get walking again. I’d wasted several minutes with my plan to edge myself for relief, probably doubling the length of my walk home now. “I’d better get going,” I thought to myself, “and I’d better leave it alone.” As I kept walking over the unkempt and uneven concrete, I felt my bladder feeling strangely inflated (not just in the “about to piss myself” way), and even worse, a little numb, like my muscles were beginning to quiver. “You’ve got this,” I tried to convince myself. “You wanted this, you can do it. You will hold it.” That was when I got to the hardest part of the walk. There was a gap in the concrete where there was a drainage ditch that ran under the road. It was too long to just step over, and I can’t remember why, but I couldn’t walk across the road – maybe there were just too many cars. My only option was to jump across the ditch, and I did not want to. I stood there for a few seconds with my hands balled up in my pockets, but I thought about the time I’d already wasted with my edging idea, and knew I’d better bite the bullet. I backed up a few steps, ran a few steps back away from the ditch, and started to run. I jumped as hard as I could just shy of the ditch, and landed on my feet, trying to bend my knees as I landed safely on the other side to cushion my landing. It didn’t totally work. As I hit the ground, a sharp pain shot up and through my bladder, strong enough that I stayed bent at the knees rather than standing up. I clenched my muscles closed as hard as I could, but a shot of adrenaline ran through me when I felt a spurt dribble out of me and into my briefs. The adrenaline plus the feeling of my wet underwear was electric, and I felt myself nearing the edge again despite not even being hard. I stood there with my fists in my pockets again, trying to back myself away from the edge I’d just jumped on to. A couple cars drove by me, and I had to wonder what they thought I was up to, and what they’d think if they knew I was probably minutes away from pissing myself (or… something else). I remember squeezing my fists together and grunting to hold back a contraction from my bladder that was incredibly difficult to resist, in multiple ways, but I held on, determined to make it back and not have everyone driving past me see me with soaked shorts. I was incredibly tempted to grab myself through my pocket to keep myself from leaking anymore, but I knew that if I did, I’d probably lose control in a different way. I kept walking determinedly towards the entrance to my apartment complex, and I think I managed to make it without really leaking, at least too much. I definitely remember there was a part of my brain taunting me, teasing me about how close I was to losing it and how I might not make it back dry. Or rather, that I’d make it back less dry than I already was. There were two street entrances to my apartment complex, one off the street I was going down now, and another in a kind of side street that was maybe another half mile or mile and around a corner from where I was walking now. I finally made it around to the front of my complex (I couldn’t see the front because it was walled in with a pretty big wall), and I just about pissed myself then and there when I saw that there was construction at the main entrance that had started since I’d left. I stood there for a while looking for a way to walk through the tape, construction equipment, whatever was there, and I remember I couldn’t find a way to use the entrance. I don’t remember why exactly, just that I couldn’t. I felt a tiny drop of piss leak out of me again, and I took that as a sign to get moving – I had a long, long walk ahead of me. I felt my stomach sink, and part of me knew that I would not make it. I just had to piss too badly to make it back to my apartment going the long way. I was sweating as I walked, my white t-shirt clinging to me, and my hair clinging to my forehead. I’d walked past the front entrance to the complex, and couldn’t help but look back, to see if there was any path in that I’d missed, since I’d never walked this way around the complex before. I was ecstatic to see a possible way in – it turned out that there was a dirt mound that ran up the other side of the wall, as if they had to dig out part of a hill to make the complex, and I could walk right up to the top of the wall. I didn’t know what was on the other side, but I knew I had to get in that way. I walked quickly up the side of the hill and peeked over the edge. I swallowed nervously. There was a drop on to some grass, but the drop was longer than I was tall. I knew I had to, though. There just wasn’t another way I even had a chance of making it back dry. I sat on the top of the wall for a moment and grabbed myself through my briefs and pocket and took a few deep breaths. I knew I could easily lose it doing this, but I still thought it was my only hope. It was about here that I got the idea to record myself doing this, and took my phone out of my pocket and held it in my left hand after starting video recording. I grabbed on to myself with my right hand, winced a bit as I felt my briefs go squish with wetness and make my pocket damp as I grabbed them, and I shoved off of the top. I landed on my feet, cushioned my fall by bending my knees again, and for a second everything went black as a bolt of pain radiated out over my entire abdomen from my bladder. As the world came back, I felt my hand get even wetter, and squeezed, hard. I felt pee build up in my shaft, but with nowhere it could empty to, I stopped the leaking relatively quickly. I looked down at my pants in horror, and there was a wet patch about the size of a baseball or two off to the side where I was holding myself through my pocket. I felt more in my shaft, though, and knew I was kind of screwed when it came to letting it out – I pointed the camera at my crotch and relaxed my fist gently. I tried to soak up what was in there with the fabric of my pocket, but I felt some running over my balls and knew I would have some wetness between dripping down between my legs now. I looked and, sure enough, another baseball sized wet patch was between my legs, and my underwear felt soaked to boot. But now that I could walk without holding myself and leaking, I started power walking over to my apartment building. Unfortunately, I was actually on the other side of the complex from my apartment, and in an area I’d never really had any reason to walk through before. I walked past the first set of apartment buildings (I was trying to walk between them rather than along the walkways to save time) and ended up in some courtyard. I looked around and tried to find my way out. While I was, a few more drops found their way out as my bladder contracted. I groaned to myself as the only exit I could find was back towards the entrance to the apartments, and just started power walking there. I probably looked like I was a wreck at the time – I was sweating way too much for the temperature outside, my shirt was clinging to my torso (and bulging stomach/bladder), and my pants were damp in a couple places. I brushed my hair back out of my eyes, not really caring what I looked like anymore, aside from not wanting to wet my pants even more. I kept walking briskly and could see my car and apartment off in the distance. “Not much longer!” I thought to myself, and I could feel a sense of relief float through me at the idea that I’d mostly make it. I barely noticed a guy walking past me, a few years older than me I guessed, and definitely cute – someone I would stop and try to talk to, in different circumstances. As it was though, I think I just blushed furiously and leaked a bit more into my shorts just before I passed him. I noticed him definitely looking at me, and worse, smirking while giving me a look-over from head to toe, probably with my wet crotch and bulging stomach in between. I looked down at my pants once I’d walked by, and my crotch was actually dryer – the wetness had kind of spread out and dried a bit in the warm weather – but there was a noticeable wet spot between my legs. I blushed again, knowing he must have seen it, but kept powering on to my door, which was starting to be just in reach. I couldn’t get that guy out of my head though, and the same part of my brain that told me to walk home without peeing first started mocking me. I couldn’t get past the fact that I’d just walked by someone in probably visibly wet pants – my heart started pounding and I walked faster, as fast as I safely could towards my apartment door. Along the way, there were dumpsters with three-way walls part way around it, with the front open for people to toss in garbage. You couldn’t see through the fences (they were solid, made of wood) and there was some space behind them, between the dumpster and the fence. My heart was racing, and as I just passed by one of them, my brain told me I had to turn back and get back there, I was just freaking out too much. I did a quick 180 to go back to the dumpster and panicked even more when I saw the guy from before in the distance, walking back towards me (he had gone to get his mail or something, I guess?). I dashed into the little fenced off area behind the dumpster with my heart pounding and body tensing and shaking, worried he’d seen me go back there. But it didn’t matter. Once I was out of view of him, a huge wave of tension wracked my entire body, and without feeling it, I started pissing full blast into my shorts. I stumbled, barely able to hold onto my phone and take the few more steps to get fully hidden. I groaned as I heard the pee hissing into my pants and fall down my legs onto my shoes. I fell onto one knee as I got behind the dumpster and grabbed onto some metal/concrete pole thing to keep myself from falling straight onto the ground. I hoisted myself up to sit on the pole, still pissing myself, and just spread my legs, tucked my feet back behind me, and tried and failed to stop the inevitable. I was shaking like crazy as I watched my light denim shorts get more and more soaked, and listened to my pee splash onto the concrete. I snapped out of it just enough to think that the guy I walked past would hear the splashing. I panicked more, and kind of shoved myself off of the pole with my feet. I landed on my knees, a bit painfully, with my legs spread and feet back, continuing to piss myself. I lay my back against the pole and gave in. I heard the slight trickle from my pants, like a tiny little fountain or faucet or something, and my heart started pounding as I heard footsteps approaching me. I tried as hard as I could to stop peeing again, but I honestly just couldn't. It was like trying to move a muscle I didn’t have. I cupped my free hand over my mouth and nose and listened as the footsteps got closer. My heart pounded out of my chest as the footsteps were right on the other side of the dumpster and stopped for a while. I squeezed my eyes closed as they stopped and walked around out front. I was sure I was going to be found out, having completely soaked myself behind a dumpster. I felt my entire body release tension as I heard a pling of garbage being tossed into the dumpster, and the steps moved on. Somehow, I started pissing myself even more, and collapsed forward, bent over onto my elbows, my head between my arms. I just stayed there, shaking occasionally, as my bladder finally emptied. I watched as the puddle I was making started soaking the concrete and flowing down to the grass. Once I was done, I got back up onto my knees and sat on the pole. I felt a squish as I sat on my wet pants. I looked at myself for a while – thanks to all the positions I’d been wetting myself in, my shorts were completely soaked as far as I could see, and my t-shirt was soaked from me sweating with the effort of holding it in. I felt so much lighter and thinner now that my stomach wasn’t bloated with whatever I’d been drinking that night, and just that feeling alone was amazing. I couldn’t help but want to see the damage on the inside. I unzipped my pants and undid my waist button and belt, and held my shorts open slightly. I immediately got hard when I saw that my white underwear had turned almost completely transparent. I was already getting hard as I zipped myself back up, feeling the texture of my underwear and jeans rub against me as I got harder. I re-did my belt – much easier now, I’d noticed – and as I moved my pants redoing my belt, I rubbed just enough to start exploding in my pants. I clamped my mouth and jaw shut to stifle the noises I couldn’t stop myself from making, and tried to steady myself on the pole as my vision closed in. My free hand flew to my crotch to rub myself and get the most out of my orgasm – if I was going to soak myself behind a dumpster, I may as well have fun doing it, right? I was pumping incredibly, almost painfully, hard, and even managed to feel the splashing in my already soaked underwear. I have no idea how long I kept going for, but I know I had to sit there for a minute or two afterwards – the whole thing was just utterly exhausting. If you’ve never held until you genuinely lose control before, it really does take a lot of energy, even more than a really hard work out. When I finally got my wits back, I checked the damage. My pants were almost completely soaked except for the sides of my thighs. My t-shirt was soaked and transparent up to part of my stomach, at least in the front. My shoes and socks were damp and a little squishy, but I think I’d managed to spare them the worst of it. Lucky for me, I thought, I was too wet to immediately look like I’d pissed myself, because my shorts seemed uniformly wet. My heart was pounding in my chest as I peeked around the dumpster, checking to see if the coast was clear, first out the front of the little enclosure, then out to the sides. Lucky for me, I didn’t see anyone. I started running over to my door, just a hundred feet or so away, and blushed again as I felt my wet shorts rubbing against my thighs. I ran over to my enclosed stairwell, and relaxed as I was out of sight of the public again. I got out my keys and shot over to my apartment door (where I was visible to everyone again), and opened it as quickly as I could, hiding behind the door the instant I could. Before I closed the door, I looked around … and burst out laughing to myself as I saw the guy from earlier in front of his apartment, looking right at me. I blushed furiously again and shut the door. Now that I was alone, it was time to clean up. After a bit more fun, of course!
  9. Ok, first I have to clarify that I wrote this text using the translator. I actually speak Spanish and my English is really not very good. I decided to make this post since I just had what would be my first Omo experience (although this is mostly about messing, so if you don't like this kind of thing better don't keep reading. I currently live with my parents, so any attempt to experiment with this fetish would have been a terrible failure. However today when I woke up I discovered that I was completely alone at home. And that, in addition, I really wanted to go to the bathroom. This really wasn't planned, I just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. So I ran to my room, found some panties that I could throw away later, and went to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and tried to forget what I was doing. It wasn't long before my bladder began to empty. At first I thought it would just be that, but soon I also felt the need to shit, so I started pushing to finish faster. That happened just a few hours ago and, damn, I get horny just thinking about it. I definitely want to do it again. Any advice you want to give this poor beginner?
  10. A while back, some old friends of mine were reminiscing about our senior year field trip, which sparked an idea for a story. I didn't get around to finishing it at the time, but went back recently and did so, so I thought I'd share in case it's enjoyable for anyone else. My senior year, our school celebrated the graduating class by taking them on a trip to an amusement park. Personally, my ideal senior trip would be a day to stay home, but the day turned out much more interesting than I anticipated. We arrived at our school earlier than usual to load up on school buses. Despite it being the end of the year and summer, it was slightly chillier than usual that morning and people huddled together drinking their warm coffees. I would have done the same with my friends but we were assigned to buses in alphabetical order and I was quickly separated from them when the buses arrived. By some quirk, none of my close friends had last names close to mine, so I walked into the school bus alone and grabbed the first seat I saw that was empty, which was in the middle of the bus by a girl named Jocelyn. We didn’t run in the same crowd but she was considered a rather nice person and quickly smiled at me before turning back to her two friends sitting behind her. Despite the trip being nearly two hours to get to the amusement park, our school could only afford school buses, which there was some grumbling about. Certainly, a coach bus would have been nice to nap in. I looked around to double check if I knew anyone around me well enough to talk to them. In front of me were two rather catty girls I wanted nothing to do with and they wanted nothing to do with the rest of the bus, immediately going on social media and only talking amongst themselves. Across from them, diagonally to the right from me, was a girl I barely knew and her friend Leslie. Leslie was a wavy-haired girl known mostly for her academic achievements, but her baggy black jeans and unassuming top hid a more curvaceous body than most knew. I wasn’t close with her though and shifted away from my perverse thoughts and looked across the aisle. Imani sat closest to me with her boyfriend on the window aisle. Imani, an athletic Black girl who was both academically gifted and one of our star athletes, wore a school button-up - maybe she forgot we could dress casually, maybe she actually wanted to rep our otherwise rather unpopular school - and tan shorts and was already immersed in a playful argument with her boyfriend. Next to me, Jocelyn was kneeling on the seat so she could see above the back as she talked to her friends. This gave me a moment to admire the attractive, popular girl from her straight dark hair to her midriff, exposed between her white crop top and her high waisted blue jeans, to the curves of her ass due to her tight jeans. I also noticed all three girls sipping coffee from their thermos and a hint of a thought entered my brain… but I pushed it aside and pulled out my own phone to pass the time until we took off. As we started to move, I put away my phone to avoid carsickness and dozed for a bit as those around me chatted with their friends. By the time I really woke up, we were probably just under thirty minutes away from the amusement park. I noticed first that Jocelyn had stopped talking to her friends and was sitting quietly next to me, thermos empty and a little hunched over. I didn’t think too much about it at the moment and glanced around. Imani was sitting quietly as well, her legs crossed tightly and her rather strong muscles flexed. Her boyfriend was asleep and leaning against the window. Leslie’s foot was tapping the floor of the bus as she continued talking with her friend, and I finally allowed a thought to percolate to my brain - I had a feeling these girls who had chugged their coffees were in need of a bathroom. Not exactly the most brilliant deduction, but this was an exciting thought for my perverse brain. However, as I did not want to be known as a pervert, I quickly pushed these thoughts aside and focused on looking ahead to see where we were. Soon, though, movement in my peripheral vision to my left made me look over. I was greeted by the sight of Jocelyn bent over, both hands shoved in her crotch, and legs crossed tightly. I was unsure if it had to do with her desperation or her posture, but her bare midriff bulged slightly as she bounced her legs. It was undeniable what was going on. Jocelyn saw me looking and smiled weakly. “Sorry… I have to use the bathroom…” I tried to look comforting. “No worries, we’re almost there. We should have had coach buses with bathrooms too, but our school was too cheap I guess.” She nodded in agreement but was too focused on holding to respond further. I glanced around in order not to stare. Leslie had fallen silent as she continued to tap her feet while Imani rocked slightly as she hunched over with her legs crossed, her hands gripping her legs as she held them tightly in place. I looked back and Jocelyn was still hunched over, but her hands were out of her crotch and now tightly holding onto the edge of the bus seat. I was surprised she pulled her hands out, but the reason for it became clear as I heard a quiet “pfft.” Jocelyn blushed and focused on staring out the window, refusing to find out if I noticed as I smelled the relatively subtle fart. She was gripping the seat to press her ass into the seat, clearly needing to go both ways. A moment later, she squirmed as she pressed her ass down, but the focus on her bowels meant she must have leaked, because a wet spot the size of a coin appeared on her light blue jeans right where her crossed legs met her crotch. Soon after, a rather large bump along the road caused the wet spot to glisten, darken, and expand. Jocelyn looked down and tried her best to hold on, but at this point I could see the wet patch glisten and expand every few seconds. I was fascinated and frankly, immensely turned on watching and didn’t even pretend to be looking at anything else as I stared at the patch growing from just her crotch to halfway down her thighs. At one point, a spurt was long enough that I saw a puddle form before seeping down between her legs. Jocelyn had her eyes closed at this point and a trickle had begun running down the bus seat and onto the floor, though the puddle was small enough that no one else noticed yet. Unfortunately for Jocelyn, the bladder release did nothing for her bowels, and I heard another soft fart followed by a momentary crackle. Jocelyn involuntarily grunted as she leaned over harder, arms now holding her stomach. The scent of her burgeoning accident, still subtle, wafted to my nose and I wondered how there would be room for her escaping bowels as she ground her ass ever harder into the seat. The focus on her bowels clearly took her concentration away from her bladder as well and I heard a growing trickle as she began to pee in earnest. Her thighs glistened and the puddle beneath her grew in size. My own shoes were now dangerously close to her puddle, though I made no effort to move my feet. The trajectory of her urine trickling to her ass before running off the bus seat and dripping off the edge to the floor meant my own pants were safe from her accident. She finally looked over at me, knowing there was no hiding her accident. Her eyes watered a little with shame and embarrassment. “I’m so sorry… I couldn’t hold it…” I really did feel for her in that moment and instinctively put one of my arms around her shoulders. “Don’t worry about it… it happens. I’m not judging at all.” She stiffened under my touch momentarily but then relaxed, leaning her head against my shoulder. However, with my arm around her shoulder, when we went over another bump, I accidentally pulled her closer to me. The left side of her ass lifted off the seat for a moment and a louder fart escaped this time. She buried her face on my shirt in embarrassment as I heard her finish messing herself, the rest of her load escaping in one final woosh. She stayed leaning to the right to avoid entirely sitting on her load and looked up. “What am I going to do… we have to get off the bus soon.” I took my arm off from around her shoulder and took off my red school sweatshirt, revealing a plain t-shirt underneath. I handed it to her. “Wrap this up around your waist… Keep it for the rest of the day.” She hesitated. “Are you sure? They’re going to get dirty…” I nodded. “I don’t mind. Seriously.” She took the sweatshirt and gave me a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. She blushed again. “Sorry… you probably don’t want a kiss from a girl who just had an accident.” I looked her in the eyes. She had no idea this was doing the opposite of grossing me out. I didn’t have any words but instead kissed her chastely on the lips. I didn’t want to overplay my hand, but in that moment I thought the brown-eyed girl was one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. I had my own embarrassing bulge in my pants I hoped she hadn’t noticed. She, however, was busy being surprised by my kiss and returned with a deeper one and we made out for a minute before she pulled away and said, “We’re pulling into the lot…” I looked around and saw we indeed were outside the amusement park. I also looked to see if anyone noticed us, but everyone was preoccupied admiring the park. Imani was still desperate to go, and it seemed her boyfriend had just woken up and was trying to comfort her as well as she doubled over with her hands in her crotch. When she pulled her hands out, I noticed a small wet spot, easily visible on the light tan shorts. I remembered Leslie was desperate as well and to my surprise, saw a similar puddle to Jocelyn’s at Leslie’s feet. From where I was sitting, though, Leslie’s black jeans seemed to give away no other sign that she had wet herself already. For a moment I wished I had witnessed the wetting directly, but making out with Jocelyn was worth it. The bus soon parked outside the main entrance and Jocelyn stood up, wrapping the sweatshirt around her. She showed me her behind before turning back and asking me, “How does it look?” The sweatshirt fully covered the wet spot and presumable bulge that was there. Given the seated position, the wet patch was likely contained to the seat of her pants and her upper thighs. On the front, the wetness was minimal as she was seated, though if the ends of the arms of the sweatshirts moved aside, one could see a clear wet spot on her crotch and a little bit on the thighs. I said, “You’re in the clear… just keep the sleeves of the sweatshirt where they are now.” The bus doors opened and people began to exit. I watched Leslie keenly as she stood and could just faintly tell the seat of her pants was darker than the rest of her black jeans. Another surprise revealed itself as she took a step towards the exit. The black jeans were not skin tight, but when she walked, a slight bulge was revealed and I realized she must have messed herself as well. To do so subtly and quietly… I was impressed. Imani was next to step out, and before her boyfriend could shield her rear end, I saw a wet patch the size of a fist and her ass was also clearly tightly clenched. They quickly stepped off the bus and I let Jocelyn off, walking behind her as an additional layer of protection (much like Imani’s boyfriend). We lined up at the entrance, waiting to be waved through by security. Jocelyn’s friends made small talk with her and myself as we waited in line, but they could tell Jocelyn was more reserved than usual and generally left her alone. The conversation did give Jocelyn some confidence, though, that folks weren’t going to immediately notice her accident. Leslie’s own accident was less and less obvious as her jeans dried in the sun, the temperature much warmer than the morning. I still glanced over for glimpses of the hint of a bulge that revealed itself when she stepped forward. Leslie’s refusal to show any awkwardness over her accident was just as much a turn-on as Jocelyn’s accident. Meanwhile, Imani was struggling much more as she hadn’t had much release on the bus. From behind, I easily saw when trickles escaped and ran down her thighs. First, one went down her left leg to the back of her knee. Next, another escaped on her right side as the left trickle grew to her ankle. A few steps further up and both trickles grew and droplets appeared on the pavement. Her boyfriend kept his arm around her, comforting her, but she couldn’t help as she began to wet herself in earnest in spurts. Her tan shorts were clearly wet, with a sort of triangle below the wet circle that occurred when she was on the bus. Her downfall came a few steps later, though, when I saw a bulge appear in the seat of her pants. Despite her tightly clenched ass, a load was clearly escaping regardless. It was first the size of a couple knuckles, but it soon grew to a golf ball, then a small orange. Each growth led to renewed peeing and she was leaving fist-sized puddles on the pavement now. I stared, fascinated by the way the bulge grew and how she peed in symmetry with her bowels. Her shorts showed clear pantylines, and the full cut panties she had clearly chosen at least paid off in containing her growing accident. A few others behind us almost certainly were watching the accident as well, but I couldn’t see Imani’s face from behind. I imagine she was mortified and I felt a pang of guilt for enjoying the show. After a couple more minutes of waiting and more leaks, Imani finally completely released. A loud fart escaped - loud enough to cause Leslie to turn around in surprise, finally noticing Imani’s accident - and the bulge seemingly doubled in size in just a couple seconds. Piss flowed freely down Imani’s legs, creating a sizable puddle on the asphalt. Leslie immediately went to comfort Imani, along with her boyfriend and Jocelyn. Leslie whispered something to Imani and Jocelyn pointed to my sweatshirt around her waist. Imani then took off her button-up, revealing a sports bra and her muscular abs. She wrapped the shirt around her waist the same way Jocelyn wrapped my sweatshirt and it did genuinely do a good job at hiding her accident. Since she had shorts, once she wiped down her legs a bit with her hands, the staining was concentrated in a small area. Her bulge was large enough I could tell while staring even through her shirt, but few would look that closely. I imagine it was a strange experience for the three girls to walk through the metal detector with accidents in their pants, but of course that did not set off any security and they were waved through, the guards likely not even looking closely enough to notice their accidents. However, once inside, a teacher confronted Imani. Ms. Boone was known as a rule follower and a mean teacher, and she immediately began telling Imani to put her shirt back on, claiming a sports bra was against school policy. A back and forth argument ensued, drawing a small crowd of our fellow students. Finally, Imani, in tears, took the shirt from around her waist and around her shoulders instead, revealing her accident. Ms. Boone made no comment on the accident and merely smiled smugly, stating, “Now you’re in dress code.” Ms. Boone walked away, her own tight windbreaker and black leggings showing off her own curves. Her walk even seemed condescending, and students in the crowd whispered to each other. Many came up to comfort Imani, calling Ms. Boone a bitch and other names. I, for one, was glad public opinion was on Imani’s side and it seemed no one judged her for her accident. Her boyfriend soon pulled her away from the crowd, though, presumably to help her clean up. Leslie, too, made a beeline to the nearest bathroom. I turned to Jocelyn and asked, “Should we go get you cleaned up?” Jocelyn nodded. She turned to her friends. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you later.” Her friends gave me a lingering look then smiled at her and walked away. I’m sure they thought we were escaping to hook up and that explained her newfound attention to me… Little did they know there was something else she had to take care of first! I said, “A bunch of students are going to the closest bathroom, let’s find one further away to get some privacy.” She nodded and we walked in silence through the park, not even looking at the rides. My sweatshirt did a good job of hiding her accident, though, and no one paid us any mind. We found a bathroom tucked away in a back corner of the amusement park and even better, it was a single occupancy bathroom. She stepped inside while I stood outside, not wanting to overstep my bounds. She turned around. “Would you mind… coming inside with me?” I said yes, thinking secretly, “That’s actually exactly what I wanted to hear.” I stepped in and closed and locked the door. She took off the sweatshirt and looked mournfully at the wet and slightly brown patch on the inside. I took it and threw it in the sink, not caring about the stain. I looked down and saw the entire rear end and upper half of her thighs were soaked from behind, in addition to a small portion of her crotch in the front. The tight jeans meant the bulge from her mess wasn’t too obvious, but you could tell between the left and right pantylines there was a bulge, drooping more to the left than the right. The wetness meant a brown stain had seeped through, too, about the size of the fist. Jocelyn looked in the mirror before unbuttoning her jeans. She gingerly pulled her jeans down, revealing purple hipster panties that were dark & soaked at the crotch and halfway up the ass and a slightly flattened load that threatened to spill out of the leg holes of her underwear. She gingerly waddled over to the toilet and dumped out her load before pulling her panties back up and flushing. I’m sure her panties and ass were still messy, but she seemed to think it was a lost cause to try to clean it up. She looked at me mournfully. “I’m sorry, this probably isn’t very sexy…” I didn’t say anything and merely strode over and kissed her as she stood there, messy and wet panties on and jeans around her knees. She returned the kiss and we made out passionately in the bathroom, too young and horny to realize what an unflattering setting it was. Soon, I was fingering her through her wet panties, the wet cotton driving me crazy. She paused for a moment, likely embarrassed I was touching her urine-soaked underwear, but her arousal took over and she let me finger her until her knees buckled slightly and she came. I felt a renewed wetness on my fingers. I was unsure what it was but I enjoyed the moment anyway. She came to her senses and pulled my jeans and boxer briefs down before sitting me on the toilet. She got on her knees and blew me. She was clearly not a rookie at this - I wouldn’t know, having not been around the popular kids much! - and I certainly was not complaining. After all I had seen and experienced today, I came in record time. Jocelyn swallowed then we both pulled our jeans up, slowly returning to our senses. She put my sweatshirt back around her waist and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. “Hopefully that pays you back for helping me so much… Do you mind if I keep this sweatshirt? I can give it back at the end of the day.” I nodded, not even put together enough to say words. We exchanged smiles one more time before stepping out of the bathroom, hoping no one noticed us both being in there. She returned to her friend group and I headed to the food court, feeling hungry for an early lunch. A couple of my friends were thinking the same thing and already seated. They waved me over and I stopped by to say hi before waiting in line to get a typical amusement park lunch - hot dog, fries, soda. I rejoined my friends and put the memories of my morning aside for a moment, eating my food and enjoying the company. My… interests, however, reared their head again when I saw Ms. Boone step away from her food for a moment to tell off a student for running in the food court - yet another rule no one cared about in the middle of an amusement park. A couple students hurriedly walk past and I thought I saw someone dump a packet into Ms. Boone’s open thermos… a few other students perked their eyes at the sight, but no one said a thing when Ms. Boone returned. I thought to myself, “Why would Ms. Boone keep working as a teacher when no one liked her… Here were students committing a literal crime against her, and none of us would rat them out.” There were some excited whispers from our friend group after seeing that, but obviously there was no immediate outcome - she sipped her drink, none the wiser, and we’d have to wait until later in the day to see if there was indeed anything put in her drink and what it was. Another sight caught my interest, though, as we finished our food and planned which ride to try out. The table next to ours had a group of girls eating and laughing, like us, but they drew my attention when one, a short Latina girl named Gabriela, was laughing particularly hard. I wasn’t sure what she was laughing at, but after a moment she wheezed between high-pitched laughing fits, “Help… I’m peeing…” I looked down beneath her ass on the picnic table. Indeed, a puddle formed as a clear stream flowed through the holes in the metal bench. My friends giggled and whispered to each other at the sight, but as they were normal people, they quickly moved onto a new conversation. I kept glancing as Gabriela finished peeing, laughing all the while. The steady stream slowed to a trickle, ending with several short spurts. The puddle surrounded her feet and her friends had scooted over to avoid the damage. Gabriela stood up, her tight black leggings practically see-thru and clearly showing a white thong. She spun 360 and bent over for her friends. “Is it obvious?” From where I sat, I could see the outline of a wet patch and it made the leggings more translucent than ever, but it wasn’t so obvious every bystander would notice. Her friends said essentially the same - one could only notice if one was looking closely - and Gabriela shrugged and she and her friends went off to ride rollercoasters as if nothing had happened. My hyperactive imagination wondered if her damp leggings would leave visible evidence on the seat of the rides she’d go on this afternoon… My friends soon after also got up to check out the rides. I promised I would join them in a second but first had to pee myself, having not gone since before we got on the bus. I went to the closest bathroom and was greeted with a line. There were two open arches facing away from each other, one the men’s and one the women’s. This format meant the line from inside the bathroom extended outside, and I was behind about five guys outside the arch while there were about ten women. While the men’s line moved quickly, aided by the presence of urinals, the line was long enough it gave me time to glance at the women’s line. Most were people I didn’t know and had no massive signs of desperation - occasional crossed legs, tapping foot - but the third in line was a girl I knew a little. She was a skinny and quiet goth-presenting girl named Demi, and her dark hair and shadowy make-up today was no different, though she dressed in the uniform khakis for once. Despite her reserved personality, she must have been extremely desperate as she blatantly held her crotch and crossed her legs, bouncing in place. She looked extremely embarrassed but refused to make eye contact with anyone else, though I tried to smile reassuringly to her. Soon, though, I was inside and able to do my business but unable to see Demi. After my uneventful trip inside the bathroom, I stepped out and saw Demi was still in line and still outside. The women’s line was moving slowly, even by standards of women’s lines. Demi was hunched over, clearly at her wit’s end. I realized it would be weird for me to stand there and stare, but I was given an excuse in a second when Ms. Boone stormed past the line into the bathroom. At first I thought that she maybe had to go and was flexing her power, but she looked angry, not worried. I heard banging, and soon after Ms. Boone was dragging a girl, Isabelle, out of the bathroom. Ms. Boone shouted, “You’ve held up this line for too long. Everyone’s been reporting a stall has been occupied for ages and it reeks of weed. I know you’re vaping in there, hand it over!” Isabel, an admittedly well known stoner, meekly handed over her e-cigarette from her hoodie pocket (I noted, bemused, that if she was using an e-cigarette, “reeking of weed” had to have been hyperbole by Ms. Boone, but I suppose now wasn’t the time to get into an argument). Ms. Boone commanded, “Alright, now to the bus. You’ll wait there and I’ll call your parents.” Isabel whined, “Okay, but I didn’t actually pee yet, can I pee first?” While no one liked Ms. Boone, it was absurd that she took the stall for so long and didn’t even pee and the other women in line rolled their eyes at her. Ms. Boone said, incredulous, “Absolutely not, you’ve used up enough time in there. Let’s go.” I was unsure if Isabel was truly desperate or just being a brat at Ms. Boone, but in response she stood in front of the crowd and peed freely, the ripped black jeans glistening for a moment while a puddle grew on the sidewalk cement. This show was also too much for Demi, and I saw a dark patch appear on her khakis around her hands that were thrust into her crotch. As her own accident grew and flowed down her pants, Demi sidled into the inside of the women’s bathroom and out of view. Fortunately, everyone else’s attention was on Isabel. If Isabel was looking for sympathy, she didn’t get it. I took a moment to glance at the glistening on Isabel’s pale legs visible through the rips and holes of her jeans. Ms. Boone said, “Well, now you don’t need the bathroom. Come with me.” As they marched away and I followed suit so I didn’t look TOO interested in things (though I took a moment to stare at the two foot wide puddle Isabel left behind, along with visible wet footprints), I noticed the black jeans hid Isabel’s accident quite well now that she wasn’t actively soaking her pants. Demi, on the other hand, would have a harder time hiding her accident. I felt bad, thinking of the embarrassing afternoon awaiting her, but she must have done a good job hiding, because I didn’t see her again until the lines for the buses. At that point, her pants were dried and aside from a faint outline around her crotch, rear, and thighs, her accident wasn’t visible. There were two other incidents, one small and one major, that caught my interest. One was while I was awaiting the drop tower. As I was in line, a brown-haired short but athletic girl from my grade, Brittany, left the ride laughing with her friends. I heard her friends saying, “I cannot believe you peed on that ride.” I was surprised, too, since Brittany was a boisterous girl and I couldn’t imagine she was scared. She said, loud enough for those of us in line to hear, “I don’t know what happened, we dropped and I just couldn’t help it!” She didn’t seem embarrassed, and her black track pants honestly didn’t show any visible sign of an accident. I thought I saw maybe a darker patch on her rear or some faint wet reflection of the sunlight, but it was probably just hopeful thinking. Either way, Brittany didn’t seem embarrassed and nothing else came of it other than the ride was paused as they cleaned her seat. I did have some lingering thoughts about how Brittany went the rest of the day in presumably soaked underwear, and I wished I could see what was under her track pants. The second incident occurred as the day was approaching the end. I had ridden all the rides I wanted, and at this point I was just sitting on a bench with a couple friends, talking about nothing in particular. As we talked, more and more students congregated near us so they wouldn’t miss the bus, since we were close to the entrance/exit. This was when I saw Demi’s dried but faint outline. Leslie and Gabriela passed by me as well, though I saw no evidence of their previous accidents on their dark colored clothing. I noticed Imani & Jocelyn arrive next. Imani’s shorts had dried and there was only a hint of her wetting herself, a slight line outlining the former wet patch. However, the slightly darker brown stain about the size of a dollar bill was noticeable if one checked out her ass, as I did, though there was no bulge anymore. No one paid her mind, people still blaming Ms. Boone for her embarrassment. Jocelyn was wearing my sweatshirt around her waist still and gave me a shy smile when she passed me, which I returned (I think… I at least hope it was a cute smile). It did a good job of hiding any potential evidence of an accident. The real show was when Ms. Boone arrived. She was speedwalking through the crowd of waiting students. I wondered where she was in a rush to, then I realized she was headed straight to the bathrooms at the entrance. As Boone passed me, I saw her rather voluptuous ass was clenched in her leggings, the outline of a thong visible. Imani’s boyfriend saw her next and got his friends’ attention before making his way to her path. Ms. Boone passed by a particularly dense group of students, not keen to give her any sort of respect or space, and Imani’s boyfriend took the opportunity to stick out his foot and trip Boone. It worked, and she had no idea which student had done it as she flew forward and towards the ground. Everyone heard a massive fart as she fell in surprise, fortunately catching herself with her hands and avoiding any injury. However, the fall was too much for her self-control and the crowd made a circle around her as she farted again and an unmistakable bulge formed, bypassing her thong. She laid still on her front, frozen in shock, as all the students witnessed her actively mess herself. The bulge grew upward at first before settling between her legs. You could watch the first solid turd curl up, followed by another, and the crackling & farting sounds were obvious for all to hear. After the solid load was emptied, Ms. Boone finally collected herself enough to get back on her feet, but as she did it another loud fart echoed and she let loose another load of looser, wetter poop. There was no doubt now she was spiked with laxatives. Additionally, the front of her leggings glistened and there was a wet patch on the ground where she laid the size of a dinner plate. Students around her, having no sympathy due to her earlier actions in the day and her general lack of sympathy throughout the school year, filmed her and laughed, and Ms. Boone had tears in her eyes as she speed walked to the bathroom, her legs glistening as she peed and her bulge drooping as she kept loudly messing herself. The less solid load and thong meant you could see the bulge expand down her thighs as she finally reached the bathroom. The students at my school, including the friends I was sitting with, were cheering and laughing, with my friend sitting next to me high fiving. I had no sympathy for her either, but I was a little more muted in my laughing because I was hiding my massive arousal. Eventually the crowd died down and began filing its way out to the buses and I was also in a decent enough state to get up from the bench. We were mostly on the same buses, but Jocelyn came by to tell me she was going to join some friends on a different bus. She asked if I wanted my hoodie back and that she could wash it and return it, and I said she could either keep it or I don’t mind taking it back now and washing it. She may have picked up on my intentions, because she gave me a wry smile then handed me my hoodie. As she walked away, I couldn’t see much evidence of her wetting, but could see a faint brown patch from her messing. I saw a similar stain on my hoodie, which I was more than happy to see. It certainly wasn’t in a position for me to put it on. I couldn’t smell anything, which is good - otherwise people might think I had an accident - but the pervert in me hoped if I got a closer whiff, I could smell the evidence of Jocelyn’s accident. However, I wasn’t about to huff my own hoodie while in line in front of a bunch of other students. Since Jocelyn and a few others had swapped buses, the seats were slightly jumbled and by the time I got on, the closest free seat was the front row behind the driver. Across the aisle were two girls, Destiny and Diana. They were friends through playing softball together. Meanwhile, there was one extra row in front of Destiny & Diana’s seat (that didn’t exist on my side of the aisle because of the driver’s seat) and it was taken up by supplies and one of our PE teachers, Ms. Romo. Ms. Romo, a fit Latina woman with her slightly messy hair in a bun, was wearing a school-themed t-shirt and athletic shorts. Destiny, a skinny and toned light-skinned Black girl, was wearing tight black biker shorts and a white t-shirt while Diana, a curvier brunette, wore a black t-shirt and ripped light blue “mom” jeans (in that they were a bit looser fitting). Since I didn’t really know them, I paid them no mind and vice versa and by the time we got on the highway, I had fallen asleep and napped for most of the ride back. When I woke up, we were getting off the highway and I was a little surprised to see the show awaiting me. Diana was hunched over, hugging her own stomach, while Destiny had her hands thrust in her lap and was tapping her feet rapidly. I had a whole seat to myself, so I leaned back against the window in a way where I could pretend I was scrolling through my phone but kept Destiny & Diana in my sight. Diana winced as she bent forward even more. I immediately thought she must have farted - or more - but with the bus engine running and kids laughing and talking throughout, I didn’t hear anything. A moment later, I thought I smelled the faint hint of a fart, confirming my suspicions. I thought maybe Destiny would react to it, but she was too busy rocking back and forth as she held herself. Destiny sat closer to me by the aisle, so I could see her toned legs, exposed by her tight biker shorts, bouncing rapidly as she concentrated on holding back a flood. Now on the city roads, the bus had to brake and accelerate for traffic & traffic lights. We weren’t on the smooth highway asphalt and the city roads varied widely in quality. This was demonstrated by a particularly bad pothole that caused multiple people to bounce in their seats. I felt the back of my head hit the window, and I flinched in pain as I rubbed the back of my head. I didn’t lose line of sight with the two girls, though, and I saw they fared even worse than me. Destiny clearly leaked, a trickle flowing down the front of her bus seat - the material absorbing nothing. Diana bounced forward when the bus hit the pothole, since she was already leaning forward. With her arms around her stomach, she couldn’t brace herself and lightly hit her forehead against the seat in front of her. She put her hands on her head in surprise and pain, but her facial expression quickly turned from pain to shock. She froze before leaning over to her left a little. I couldn’t see any details, but I was pretty sure she was losing control and lifting her rear off the seat a little to avoid a messier, crushed load. She buried her face in her hands. Destiny must have realized what was happening and pulled her hands out of her crotch. I could see they were glistening wet and she took a moment to dry them on her biker shorts before putting her arm around Diana, whispering something to her. The change in position and removing her hands was the last straw for her, and as she comforted Diana I could see a growing trickle flow down from beneath Destiny to the front of her bus seat and onto the bus floor. A puddle grew from a few droplets to over a foot wide, sloshing back and forth slightly with the bus’s movement. Diana’s accident was confirmed as I slowly started to smell the unmistakable scent of a fresh load. For the next few minutes, the scent was faint, but after a few more minutes, the scent became significantly stronger. My first thought was Diana let more go, but regardless of the reason, it was now strong enough there were a few comments and whispers from the rest of the bus. Finally, someone shouted, “What is that smell? Who shit themselves?!” The bus erupted in laughter. Despite no one knowing it was Diana yet, she looked close to tears. Destiny held Diana closer and whispered something, presumably comforting her. They talked in hushed whispers for a little longer before Destiny grabbed the top of the seat in front of her and hoisted herself to a half-standing position. With her butt off the seat, I could see the glistening of the bus seat surface and her black shorts from her earlier wetting. I had a suspicion of what Destiny would do, but even I scarcely believed it as I saw her bear down slightly and a slight bulge appear, the tight thin material doing nothing to hide the act. Diana looked shocked, too, as the bulge grew. At this point, we were pulling up to the school parking lot where we would either get in our cars or get picked up, and Destiny finished messing herself - leaving a very obvious bulge the size of an orange in her tight shorts. What a good friend Destiny was, I thought. Finally, the bus doors opened and Ms. Romo got up first and rushed off the bus. I thought she would wait to help other teachers clear out the bus, but as she stepped off, I saw a glimpse of a rather obvious bulge in the seat of her blue athletic shorts as well. THAT must explain the stronger smell soon after Diana first had her accident… Diana got off next, with Destiny blocking the view. I was close enough though that I saw a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on her jeans - even though it wasn’t a full wetting, she clearly must have peed some when she pooped. Her jeans were rather loose around the legs, but Diana’s curvaceous butt pressed against her jeans enough that I could make out the bulge as well. It wasn’t nearly as obvious as Destiny’s, who stepped out next. A couple people saw her obvious accident and began to giggle, but I decided to be a good Samaritan and immediately got up behind her and blocked the view. Well, to be honest, I also got up to get out as quickly as possible so no one else on the bus would see the major bulge I was hiding in the front… Fortunately for me the driver was busy talking to the other bus driver out of the window and the ladies in front of me didn’t look back. Ms. Romo, Diana, & Destiny eventually disappeared to their cars - along with another teacher, Ms. Mathers, a mid-twenties woman with dirty blonde hair whose tight blue jeans sported a wet spot that grew from a subtle line up the seams of her jeans to a growing patch extending from below her rather plump rear down her thighs as she hurried to her car before anyone else noticed. I knew I had a while to wait before my parents could pick me up and I needed to hide my obvious arousal, so I sat on the curb, hand on my lap, while others either got to their cars or got picked up. Dismissal was a hectic affair, with at least three staff - Romo, Mathers, & Boone - already gone and not helping with traffic or coordination. Eventually, though, the crowd dwindled until it was myself and two other girls waiting for their rides and two teachers who finished off the dismissal process. Girl number 1 was Danielle, a short straight-haired brunette with a pretty face. She was wearing somewhat form-fitting army green pants that seemed halfway between cargo pants and khakis. They were still tight enough to show a clear pantyline, made more obvious by the consistent leg crossing. Her white shirt was tied up in a way that revealed her toned midriff, but I was too busy glancing at her ass, which in addition to being quite attractive seemed to clench subtly at times. These signs were obvious to me but maybe not too obvious, which was unsurprising - Danielle was a feminine and popular girl who cared about how people perceived her. Ava was girl number 2, and she was a tall Latina who played on our basketball team, a fact she showed off with her team shirt, which was white. To match, she wore white sweatpants that were also tight enough to show off her full cut pantylines as well. Despite both being obvious in their desperation, Ava was almost showing it off, dancing in place and pacing while she openly held her crotch. She was always an exuberant character, so clearly she felt no embarrassment with her over the top mannerisms. The two remaining teachers couldn’t be more different. Ms. Holly was a blonde sports coach and clearly decided to stay comfortable, her muscular arms on show with her tank top and her similarly muscular legs and ass showing off through her black leggings. Ms. Cherry was a brunette English teacher and dressed the part, with a white blouse going with blue semi-formal khakis. Despite Ms. Cherry’s more conservative outfit, I always secretly admired her rather well rounded ass, and two years straight with her meant I knew she always wore more conservative, full cut panties with clear pantylines through her pants (something I always rather liked to see, personally), and today was no exception. Ms. Holly, on the other hand, must have been wearing either a thong or no panties at all, as her leggings didn’t show a hint of a pantyline. The two teachers came up to us three seniors - myself sitting on the curb and the two women each three feet apart to my left. Ms. Cherry asked, “Do you know when your ride is coming?” Ava said, “My mom doesn’t get off work for another hour.” I nodded the same. Danielle said, “My mom decided not to pick me up so I had to text my sister, she’ll be here soon.” Danielle’s voice cracked towards the end of the sentence and she buckled a little, bending at the knees. Ms. Holly looked her up and down for a moment and then said, “Let’s see if we can get into the building then, because I gotta pee.” I decided Ms. Holly must not have been wearing panties at all because when she mentioned having to pee, I instinctively looked down at her crotch and saw she had a very obvious cameltoe. Obliviousness or a bit of naughtiness on her part, I didn’t know… Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry walked up to the building and to their surprise and happiness, the badge worked. When we turned to look, I could see why Ms. Holly had suggested it and looked Danielle up and down. A subtle but visible wet spot the size of a half dollar coin was present right at the crotch of her army green pants. The two teachers beckoned us in but I said I was fine and Danielle said her sister would be here soon, but Ava gladly came in with them. While the others were inside, Danielle and I waited in silence, myself sitting on the curb while Danielle stood to my left. With no one else around, Danielle openly stood with her legs tightly crossed and her hands in her crotch. I pretended not to notice as I tried to watch with my peripheral vision. After a couple minutes, though, I heard a quiet, high pitched “eep” and couldn’t help but look over. Danielle was now facing away from me, clearly in the middle of turning around but frozen in shock. I realized why she was frozen by a now visible wet spot from behind, going down her thighs an inch, and a subtly visible initial bulge. The bulge grew a little as the wet spot darkened and this jolted Danielle into action. She finished turning around and shuffled over with a hand in her crotch to a patch of grass between the sidewalk and the school building. Facing away from me, she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down the moment she was over the grass. She then made her way behind a bush, blocking her from anyone who may be in the parking lot (though I don’t think there was anyone), but my angle still had clear line of sight. She pulled her pants down, revealing her white panties that sported a clear wet spot and slightly brown bulge. She then pulled down her panties and squatted, peeing even before she was fully squatted. She dumped out the small load in her panties as she pooped involuntarily too, and I watched, fascinated by my view of Danielle from behind. Eventually, though, she remembered to look around and I hurriedly looked away, pretending not to notice. I wasn’t sure if she bought it, but I was content to listen to her finish peeing and pooping, a hiss clearly audible from where I was sitting, along with the occasional soft fart. Eventually, I heard Danielle stand up and zip up her pants, and she returned to the sidewalk. I glanced over for a moment and saw a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on the front of her pants, but looked away before she noticed me staring. We stood in silence again until her sister arrived a couple minutes later, and Danielle sheepishly stepped into the front seat. Her rear no longer had a bulge or evidence of the beginnings of her messing accident, though it showed a clear wet spot as well. I could imagine her white panties were quite messy, though, with her inability to wipe herself, and that thought drove me a little crazy with arousal. Fortunately, I had calmed down by the time Ms. Cherry, Ms. Holly, and Ava had returned. Calm enough that I didn’t look guilty as Ms. Holly approached me. “The bathroom were locked inside so we’re going to drive Ava home instead of making her wait. Do you want a ride too?” Despite Ms. Holly’s best attempt at a teacher voice, sitting on the curb meant I was eye level with her obvious cameltoe and had front row seats to her knees slightly buckling as she tried to suppress a wave of desperation. She failed slightly, as a one second spurt escaped her. It was extremely obvious from where I sat, because her tight leggings did almost nothing to soak it up. Her cameltoe glistened for a split second before the spurt escaped entirely, shooting through her leggings and spattering on the ground right in front of me. I pretended not to notice as I said, “A ride would be much appreciated, I don’t know when anyone can pick me up.” Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry led us to Ms. Cherry’s car, a four door sedan. We got in, Ms. Cherry in the driver’s seat, Ms. Holly in the front passenger’s seat, and myself & Ava in the back seats with myself behind Ms. Cherry and Ava behind Ms. Holly. We were soon on our way, with us headed to Ava’s house first. I did my best to avoid drawing attention to myself, but I couldn’t help but keep Ms. Holly & Ava in my peripheral vision. Ava was openly holding herself with her legs crossed, her tall figure hunched over in her seat. Her right foot, swinging wildly as it crossed over her left leg, made her desperation clear for all to see. Ms. Holly wasn’t openly holding herself, but her legs were tightly crossed as well and I knew already she was on the brink of totally losing control. With the focus on holding themselves, we rode in silence for the bulk of the ride. I sat back and tried to surreptitiously enjoy the view, and about halfway to Ava’s house, the plot thickened. A rather loud fart pierced the silence, and it came from directly on front of me. Ms. Cherry immediately squeaked, “Sorry!” and rolled down the window, though I could still smell that it was a rather pungent fart. Ava chimed in, “Don’t worry about it!” Then she released a fart herself, rolling down her window too. Ms. Holly & Ava glanced at me and mistook my fascination for consternation and began giggling as Ava apologized to me. I mumbled, “It’s fine, no worries,” but the two kept giggling at the bizarre situation and out of nervous embarrassment. After a few seconds, though, Ms. Holly stopped giggling suddenly and thrust her hands in her crotch and I knew she must have leaked again. Ava, too, renewed her grip on her crotch, though I saw no evidence of her losing control yet. This limbo of desperation continued until we pulled up to Ava’s home. Ava almost yanked the door open before the car came to a full stop and hurriedly said, “Thankyousomuchbyeseeyouatgraduation” then practically jumped out of the car. Staring intently, I saw just the hint of a wet spot on her rear and a growing bulge appearing. She must have been turtleheading throughout the car ride and couldn’t hold it back without her ass pressed against the set. The tight white sweatpants easily showed her pantylines, so a messy bulge had nowhere to hide as it grew while she hurried down the path to her front door. The white color began to show a faint brown stain as the growing bulge was joined by a dark wet patch growing down her legs, and Ava was still in the midst of an accident when she got her door open and got inside. At this point, too, Ms. Cherry started off driving to my house and I wasn’t sure if the two teachers saw Ava’s accident, though the imagery was as plain as day in my memory bank. Additionally, I tried to subtly swipe a feel of where Ava formerly sat and felt a tiniest hint of a wet patch, confirming what I saw. We drove in silence, but the excitement of knowing two of my attractive teachers were losing it made the drive fly by. While I couldn’t see Ms. Cherry, I could hear her involuntarily fart a couple more times, and I could see directly at Ms. Holly’s lap from my angle diagonal to her. Ms. Holly was focused on staring ahead out the window, so I threw out all decorum and stared at her tightly clenched crotch, knowing it was damp against her pussy. I was rewarded by the sight, 5 minutes in, to a renewed glisten on her crotch as Ms. Holly hunched forward in desperation. This spurt was intense enough that I saw a momentary puddle form on her crotch before it seeped between her legs to under her ass. This glistening spurt occurred one more time before we arrived at my house. I opened the car door, about to say my thanks for the ride, before Ms. Cherry asked me something I never dreamed of hearing. She said, “Is anyone home with you?” I wasn’t sure her intentions but I said, “No, mom’s still at work. I don’t have any siblings.” Ms. Cherry continued, “Okay, so this is super unprofessional… but can we come in to use your bathroom? I’m so sorry to ask.” I was actually more than happy to continue the show, but I tried to stay calm. “Of course, no worries. I’ll unlock the door and wait for you to park.” I was grateful for the time away as Ms. Cherry more formally parked the car on the street so I could adjust my boner, tucking it upwards against my boxer brief waistband. I tried to glance down and was satisfied it wasn’t visible before holding the door open for Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry, who were now walking down the path from the sidewalk to my house’s main entrance. Ms. Holly’s black leggings didn’t show too much but they glistened faintly around the crotch and thighs and I imagine the car seat beneath her must have been quite wet. Ms. Cherry’s blue pants didn’t show a leak yet, though when she passed me I could tell her ass remained tightly clenched as she held on for dear life. Ms. Holly’s tight black leggings left nothing to the imagination later, and I could see the smallest of bulges as she was turtleheading, her lack of underwear meaning the head of her turd pressed directly against the tight, stretchy material. I followed them in and directed them down the hall to the bathroom, where Ms. Holly hurried into as the glistening wet patch ran down her thighs and her bulge grew from a tiny bump to a couple inches to nearly a fist as she closed the door. We could hear hissing and tinkling as Ms. Holly peed, along with a loud splash as she must have emptied her messy leggings, followed by more splashes. The audio must have been torture for Ms. Cherry, who now dropped all pretense and openly held herself as she fidgeted and waited. We could hear Ms. Holly finally switch to the toilet paper as she began the tedious work of cleaning herself up, but it was too late for Ms. Cherry. Standing in front of me, her blue khakis showed every step as she slowly lost control of her bowels, her ass slightly unclenching as a bulge began to form in the middle right between the visible left and right pantylines. Over 30 seconds, it grew from an initial bump to the size of a clementine before there was a pause. Another 30 seconds, though, and it grew to the size of an orange as a wet spot also appeared down her thighs about two inches, though she managed to hold the rest of her bladder. With my own hands pressed against my crotch to try to hide my arousal, this proved overwhelming for me and I doubled over slightly as I came in my pants at the sight, forcing myself to stay silent so Ms. Cherry wouldn’t notice. Soon after, Ms. Holly exited the bathroom and Ms. Cherry hurried in as we heard similar sounds as earlier, from the emptying of her panties to the peeing in the toilet bowl to the rustling of toilet paper. Ms. Holly’s black leggings didn’t really show much evidence of her partial accident, though she still blushed bright red at the sight of me. My hands still covered my crotch, making it look like I had to go too, but that meant my hands covered the now visible wet spot on my jeans from a different kind of accident. We waited in silence for Ms. Cherry to finish and come out, her blue khakis showing a clear wet spot on her crotch and from behind but now without a bulge, and the teachers thanked me profusely before I led them back to the front door. Now without my hand on my crotch, Ms. Cherry noticed my wet spot, but I assume she thought I had begun to wet myself and was in no position to judge, so the two teachers departed without comment. I stared a little at their respective rear ends, remembering the sight of their respective bulges I just witnessed, before it hit me - Ms. Cherry didn’t have her distinctive visible pantylines! I shut and locked the door and went inside the bathroom. Inside the trash was a layer of toilet paper. I felt a little ashamed of my perversion, but at this point I had to know - I moved the toilet paper aside and was greeted by soiled white panties. I pulled them out and saw a clear yellowed wet patch on the front and a very obvious brown stain throughout the rear, visible both inside and out. I felt myself hard again, and I shut the door as I focused on taking care of my… needs… with a whole day’s worth of memories to fantasize about.
  11. View File Powerful Spurts (SL-291 Clip) After enduring a long drive a woman bursting to pee makes a dash for the restroom. Part way of her pissing her pee comes out in several high pressured spurts that strike the inside of the toilet. This clip comes from SL-291. I thought it was interesting enough to have its own little spotlight. You can find the full JAV here. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 11/28/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  12. View File Long Desperate Walk Home A woman desperate to pee tries to make it home in time but ends up wetting herself. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 11/28/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  13. Hi all! I know it’s been a while since I posted. School started a couple weeks ago so I‘ve been a bit preoccupied. This story happened yesterday. No wetting, but there is a small bit of bladder control at the end. So I’m at my boyfriend’s, the same one from my other story. We’re cuddling in bed, and cuddling leads to some naughty activities. He tells me he has to pee, but he can’t atm because of his boner. I opened my mouth jokingly, and told him to go ahead. He looked at me and said “You..want me to pee in your mouth?” This is where my nerves get shot. “What? Nah, nah!” ”You sure?” ”I’m sure!” But I give him a look that says I want him to. He raised an eyebrow. ”(Name), you would actually like that? I mean, I’m down, just I’m not drinking pee.” This is where I realize. It’s over. He knows. I have to tell him, now or never. ”Baby..I have something to tell you.” I am visibly nervous, so much so that my body is shaking uncontrollably. He smiles at me. “What is it?” After a minute of awkward silence and fumbling of words..I say it. ”I have a piss kink.” ”Wait, really?” ”Yeah..I’m sorry. I’m really ashamed of it. I try not to delve into it.” He looks at me with a loving expression and just holds me. “It’s okay. To be honest, it’s one of the tamer ones of those weird kinks. I don’t even think that’s weird. Honestly..I think it’s hot. How did that come about?” I told him that I had a few accidents when I was younger that led to me developing the kink. I’m still embarrassed to hell, face red, breath shaky. “I never wanted you to find out.” ”You know..now that I think about it..I want you to piss on my dick.” That made me BRIGHT red. The fact that my boyfriend of almost 5 years, is not only not grossed out by my fetish, but is ALREADY fantasizing after I told him 15 minutes ago, had me floored. This was the best case scenario. “Do you..have a piss kink?” ”I didn’t think I did. I mean, I’d watch porn, and like it when pee was involved, but I didn’t think..” I smiled at him. “You have one too.” So not only does he think it’s hot, but he wants to try stuff too. So I experimented with that when he asked me what I wanted him to do, the kind of things I liked. Immediately I said, “I like you telling me I can’t go pee. That I have to hold it.” “Interesting.” Timeskip to a couple of hours later. I’m getting ready for us to go Walmart. I’m wearing an anime t shirt and a pink skirt that’s a little too short. He said he would take me so I could grab a couple of items. I go to the gas station first, and that’s when it hits me. ”Daddy?” ”Yes?” ”I..have to go pee.” ”No. You have to hold it. You’re not allowed to go pee. We don’t have time for that and I don’t want to be left alone.” I bite my lip as my heart races. I fantasized about this for damn near our whole relationship, but this is ACTUALLY happening now. “Okay..” I whined. I pump the gas and head to Walmart. My need isn’t dire, but it’s there. Probably a 5/10. We walk inside and we look around at clothes, makeup, and Magic cards. He’s taking an awfully long time looking at the Magic cards, so I ask again. I’m too shy to ask out loud in public, so I text him. “Can I go pee now? Please?” He checks his phone and smirks at me. “No. Don’t ask again.” I whine slightly, and he grabs the cards that he wants and we check out. On the way home, I’m squirming a little in my seat. It probably wasn’t that bad, but I like to perform in front of him. So I was really squirming and whining. “Aww, what’s wrong? Do you have to go pee?” ”Yes..” I whimpered, my hand on my thigh. “Maybe if you’re nice and sweet, I’ll let you go. But you have to be good.” Normally, I would protest. I’m a bratty sub, and I usually take issue with his orders. But not this time. I don’t say another word and I try and be quiet and good. “I know what you could do to spice things up.” I say after a minute or so of silence. “What’s that, baby?” ”Push on my bladder. That makes it so much better.” He obliges, and I whimper and moan a lot more than I thought I would. He only did it one time, but it was enough. Not only did I have to focus on driving, I had to focus on my bladder. We get near his house. I ask again. ”Am I allowed to go pee now?” ”Wait until I get in my room, and I’ll tell you.” We park and head inside. Here I thought relief would be coming soon. To my horror, I realized that wouldn’t be the case. As soon as I was about to ask him, he got called to do dishes. This takes about 15 minutes. I thought about going pee while he was gone. As long as I told him that it was getting actually uncomfortable, and I did NOT want to have an accident, I know he wouldn’t mind. But I stuck it out. I held it. I played on my phone while he was doing dishes. He comes back after a while. “I guess you can go pee now.” I get up immediately, but before I leave, I turn to him. “This was my fantasy. You have no idea what you just did.” I go into the bathroom and pee for a few seconds. Nothing spectacular. But my mind is racing from yesterday. I’m pretty sure there will be a lot more stories to come from us in the future.
  14. It has never happened to me, but a thought popped into my head... What if you're wearing a nappy, starting to discretely wet, with people close by, so you're being subtle... But then you "pass wind" audibly, and everyone looks, making you paranoid that they can see your relaxed expression and the game may be up! Just a thought ..
  15. What if a human got stuck in Equestria? How would he pee? This fic explores that. This is my first ever omo fic! Noah Brown whined as he ran home. His bladder was so, [i]so[/i] full to the point it was bulging out his stomach. His legs jiggled as he shakily forced his key into the keyhole. He tugged on his My Little Pony shirt desperately as he opened his door. He crossed his legs as he locked the door and ran upstairs to their toilet. He was leaking slightly as he dashed up the stairs. But finally, he made his way into the toilet and locked the door. Squirming, he undid his belt, leaking yet more, as he yanked down his piss stained pants, whipped out his dick, and peed. The relief was euphoric. He vowed never to drink that much again. He stared in the mirror at himself. At his tanned skin, hazel eyes, blonde hair and slim features. Being gay in a hyper conservative area, he was often bullied for being gay, and for liking MLP. To top it all off, he was extremely shy. He wandered into his bedroom, and started watching MLP and then fell asleep slowly. ~~~ When he awoke, he was in... Equestria? Ponies passed by and gave him funny looks. Noah was acutely aware of a building pressure in his lower abdomen. Sighing, he knew he'd have to find a way to pee somehow. But in Equestria? How? 'Hi!' Said Pinkie Pie 'Are you knew?' She said 'I-I-I' Spluttered Noah. Noah squeaked, and his bladder contracted suddenly. He gasped as he pressed his legs together, crushing his penis between his legs. 'yes' Squeaked Noah. His bladder was rather full and he needed to find a place to pee - now. 'let me show you all my friends' pinkie said Noah needed to pee first, but he followed Pinkie. 'these are my friends' cried Pinkie They all talked nicely and greeted each other. 'allow me to get you some cider' Said Applejack Noah knew that anymore fluids could mean the end of the line for his bladder but he didn't want to be rude. Looking around, there didn't seem to be any outhouses. Noah drank deep after Applejack got him the cider. Within moments, it went to his bladder, and Noah started peeing! Pee ran down his legs. But Noah just managed to get a grip after he'd soaked the front of his shorts significantly. 'if you wanted to pee sugarcube, you could've just told me' she said soothingly. 'the outhouse is there.' Noah ran to the toilet, gripping his big dick with all his might. He ran in, and started to cry at what he saw. The toilet was nothing like he could use. Pee leaked out his penis and he wet himself in the outhouse. END OF PART ONE
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    NEO-633 - Bed-wetting Diehard I Saw Rena Aoi Wet The Bed. NEO-633-01 - While asleep a girl wets the bed. She awakes the next morning in a puddle and has to use her underwear to try and clean it up. NEO-633-02 - The actress sits on the couch and talks to the cameraman while trying to hold her pee for as long as she can. After she loses control and wets herself she then plays with herself. NEO-633-03 - A desperate woman has to endure holding it while cleaning the roof. However she is unable to hold it and wets herself infront of her boss. NEO-633-04 - While sitting around and talking a man somehow convinces a schoolgirl to put on a dog collar with a leash and pretend to be a dog. After a while of her playing along and pretending to be a dog he then lays out a pee mat for her to use. Just as she lifts her leg and starts peeing he ducks his head under her to get covered in her pee. Screenshots are in order of the files The Uncut file has everything above plus sex Enjoy
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  17. View File NEO-633 NEO-633 - Bed-wetting Diehard I Saw Rena Aoi Wet The Bed. NEO-633-01 - While asleep a girl wets the bed. She awakes the next morning in a puddle and has to use her underwear to try and clean it up. NEO-633-02 - The actress sits on the couch and talks to the cameraman while trying to hold her pee for as long as she can. After she loses control and wets herself she then plays with herself. NEO-633-03 - A desperate woman has to endure holding it while cleaning the roof. However she is unable to hold it and wets herself infront of her boss. NEO-633-04 - While sitting around and talking a man somehow convinces a schoolgirl to put on a dog collar with a leash and pretend to be a dog. After a while of her playing along and pretending to be a dog he then lays out a pee mat for her to use. Just as she lifts her leg and starts peeing he ducks his head under her to get covered in her pee. Screenshots are in order of the files The Uncut file has everything above plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 11/21/2022 Category JAV Collections  
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    Desperate women rush into a ally way with a slanted slope to get some much needed relief. Enjoy
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  19. View File Slanted ally way pissing Desperate women rush into a ally way with a slanted slope to get some much needed relief. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 11/21/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  20. So, it happened last week, We had multiple mid-term exams and by Friday I was really spent and couldn't concentrate anymore, especially after weeks of non-stop studying... I hope I'll get some good grades at least. Normally because of the stress I tend to pee a lot more often during times like this, so knowing I'll struggle and have a hard time staying calm, and not think just about peeing during such important times, I did something really risky: I wore my pull-ups for the first time at school... Initially, I was super scared and paranoid that maybe someone was going to find out about it ( I would probably die of shame in that case... ), so I tried really hard to hide them by wearing very thick clothes ( skirts over pants and leggings so they won't be visible and make any sound ), but to my surprise no one did, which I'm extremely grateful for. The pull-ups really got my back during taking the exams. By the second hour I was already at my limit so I had no choice but to use them a few times, and they didn't leak at all ( they sometimes would leak during the night if I pee more than usual, but this time I was SAFE ). At first I was really scarred someone was going to hear me doing it (it's kind of loud so I try to release it as slow and little as I can), but thankfully no one did ( now that I think about it everybody was stressed and concentrated on their papers, so it makes complete sense to ignore anything else), and by the the third exam I just didn't care anymore and peed whenever I needed to without worrying. What can I say except that wearing them during school made things a lot easier for me ( like that I didn't have to spend all my free time on the toilet) and seeing that I probably won't be found out even if I wear one during the day made me seriously think about wearing them at school from now on( at least during winter when I can hide them ). This story is on the shorter side compared to my previous ones, there weren't many interesting things that happened and everything worked out well this time ( I hope the exams too... ), but I hope you'll enjoy this one too
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