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  1. Nudity Warning! Girl pees her panties in the tub, takes them off and puts them in her mouth. This is one of the hottest girls I've ever seen! Anyone know who she is? tumblr_pj067zIwmm1vgg3nr.mp4
  2. We went out to a dinner party with some friends and it got a bit wild towards the end. We left Frankie and Bennies at about 23h30 in Staines, and went to Sarah and James house in Egham. After many many drinks and board games, we decided to play poker with a truth and dare theme to it. We also used play money to place bets. On one of the rounds, Sarah folded and had to enter a dare. Now Sarah is about 33, long blonde hair and green eyes with 32C breasts and a gorgeous body to go with them. Her hubby James, thought he would add a bit of kink to the dare and have Sarah take off her mini skirt and wear one made out of cling film. Sounds tame and sexy. Well Sarah thought she'd better keep her panty on, which was a pink thong type with a butterfly front covering her modesty. James wrapped the cling film around her waist and then made a turn through her legs and up. It kinda looked like a mix between a see thru hot pants vs plastic nappy. Sarah did look quite cute with just a strappy top and pink Knicks covered by cling film. Anyway she sat like that for about 45min. My girl, Amber ended up in something similar but she had a bikini style panty on. Now... James and Amber fancy each other and I fancy Sarah. But we never actually acted on this... Until that night. Sarah had dared me on one round to suck her tongue. Amber laughed and said it would be OK if, she could do the same to Jay? So we all nodded in agreement and said what happens in the room, stays blah blah blah. So Sarah kissed me and Amber kissed Jay. OK all done. Not quite... The dares got more and more daring. Sarah got curious if my goatee tickled during licking out... Amber's face was priceless. But what I didn't count on was Amber saying try it? About 30min later, Jay was passed out and Amber had thrown up and passed out on top of him. The photo was so precious. Sarah and I were sitting on the sofa opposite Amber and Jay, when she said it's time to take off these cling film pants because they're hot and she's a bit wet and she says... I have to pee, I'm bursting to go. I smiled at her and asked... Do you still want to be goatee tickled? She laughed and gave me such a naughty smile. She said oh yes, but now do I lick her over the cling film or after she's gone toilet with no cling film? I jumped at the idea, minus her going toilet from the scenario. I moved onto my knees on the floor and spread her legs while she sat on the sofa. I started with gently rubbing my goatee along her thighs. She lay back and quietly moaned. I nestled right in her pussy and even licked it over the cling film. I could feel her heat through the cling film. She said I need to pee, but I don't want you to stop. More moans between the heavy breathing. Anyway there was no way I was going to stop now. I continued to brush my goatee from side to side and tickle her. I also continued to lick her and Sarah had even pulled my head in deeper while she caressed my hair. I wasn't sure if pee was her thing, but at one point she lost control and squirted. He pussy got really hot and I heard the hiss. I leaned back and saw this beautiful butterfly glisten for a second then fade dark and matt. I looked up at Sarah, whom was so embarrassed and I thought was going to get up and run away crying, but she just sat there almost frozen. I went straight back in with my tongue and some of her pee has leaked through the layers of the cling film. Because she had drunk so much, it was crystal clear and tasted almost like wine. I was in the process off pulling her cling film pants down from her bum and Sarah had arched her back to allow my hands in behind her. This pushed her waist up and her pussy harder into my mouth. It was here when I decided not to pull the cling film down but instead grab her breasts and play while all this time my tongue licking. I ran my hands down her flat tummy and tickled her bellybutton. I noticed her swollen bladder and with a naughty grin, pressed down softly. Sarah's moan changed and her "hot pussy" flooded out through the film. She just kept peeing and peeing until her tummy was flat, her bum sat in a huge puddle and the floor below, a lake. I couldn't take much more, I reached behind her bum and pulled her cling film nappy off with her thong. I spread her legs and liked her one more time while undoing my jeans at the same time. When my feller was free and he was covered in precum... I went in. Her pussy was like liquid heaven. I didn't last very long before I blew my load. Afterwards Sarah had go and shower incase Amber and Jay woke up. She gave my 5 towels to cover the sofa and wipe the floor. Funny thing thing was I had just finished drying the floor, when I heard this splatter. I looked over at Amber sprawled out on Jay and she was wetting herself while passed out. I had to touch her and taste. She too seemed to enjoy my touch moaned. Completely oblivious of her situation, she clung to Jay, probably thinking it was me. I took some pictures of her on my phone. I left her in her pissy mess and went to sleep on the sofa. Sarah came from her shower with a dressing gown and snuggled next me. Our secret safe.
  3. Japanese girl breaks down in her car in the middle of nowhere and as to wait till the mechanic to arrive, and she is getting desperate to pee while she waits for him. Car problem and bursting to pee.mp4
  4. A little bit of nudity in these, but well worth the download Wetting my panties - XTube Porn Video - SexyMaggieMae.mp4 Wetting my pretty green panties. - XTube Porn Video - SexyMaggieMae.mp4 Pee _ Piss my pink panties onto the carpet - XTube Porn Video - Naughty20something.mp4
  5. CHAPTER 1 “Ellie!” she whimpers, doubled over desperately. It had been two hours and Rima's bladder was at full capacity. She shoves her fingers against her urethra firmly in an attempt to subdue the threatening flow. “Ah, ah, ah..” Ellie warms, taking a hold of Rima's wrists and forcefully prying her from holding herself, “what did I tell you about holding yourself, love?” Rima struggles against Ellie's strong grip. Her body convulses as a wave of desperation washes over her, forcing her to jolt forward, her tightly crossed legs shaking violently. “Please, E-ellie! I cann-not hold it any l-longer!,” She cries out as a spurt of urine moistens her violet panties. “Oh, dear..” Ellie coos dropping her hold on Rima's wrists and lifting up her chin to examine her now watery eyes. Instantly, Rima's hands fly to her crotch as another wave sends her body rigid. Her fingers press forcefully against herself as another spurt of urine spreads across her panties, creating a dark stain and leaking through the thin fabric to trail down her hands. She shudders, her bladder burning to be released. “Ellie...” she cries, a few tears spilling down her bright red cheeks, “i-it's co-coming out!” Ellie looks at her passionately and quickly pulls her to her chest, trying to comfort the distraught girl, “it's okay, it's okay... let it out.” Rima squirms, trying to free herself from Ellie's warm body and spare her from the urine her bladder can no longer contain, but Ellie pulls her closer, pressing her scantly, thong-covered pussy against hers, as she shoves the palm of her hand against Rima's bladder to make her release. Rima lets out a loud moan, and her muscles instantly relax, allowing a torrent of urine to spray through her fingers and wet Ellie's delicate panties as well as her own. Tears begin spilling down her her dark red cheeks. “I-i'm s-s-sorry,” Rima chokes through her tear-stained face as her warm urine runs down her legs, forming a pool at her feet. A sob breaks through her chest as her shaking legs fall out from beneath her. Ellie quickly tightens her grip around Rima's waist to support her as she shudders with relief and embarrassment. “Rima.. you're such a good girl. I'm so proud that you held it so long.. sshh.. don't cry, dear.” Ellie kisses her forehead gently as she continues to urinate uncontrollably against the tiled floor. The words only cause Rima to sob louder with shame at her infantile state. It is one thing to leak before making it to the toilet, but it is another to, not only wet oneself desperately, but also soak another in her mess. Her legs shake violently below her as her stream begin to come out in short, uncomfortable bursts from having held so long. Gently Ellie strokes her back to comfort her, noticing Rima's discomfort. Shameful at having caused her pain, she draws a hand forward while supporting Rima with her other hand to apply steady pressure onto her bladder to help her empty. Rima moans through her sobs and allows Ellie to forcefully empty her bladder in order to prevent leaks later on- she has always had troubles with her bladder leaking in the past. The remains of the contents of her bladder leak out, causing small splashing noises as it hits the massive puddle below. Finally, there is nothing left but a few drips; Rima leans fully into Ellie in defeat and buries her face against her to cry. “It's okay, angel. This is my fault. I made you wait so long. I'm so sorry, babe...” Ellie whispers. Eventually, Rima pulls away slowly to survey the damage in her embarrassment. She realizes in horror how badly she has soaked Ellie. Her urine is trialing down Ellie's legs until it forms a smaller puddle at her feet. Not only that, but Ellie's panties are almost soaked entirely through. “I-i'm sorry..I d-didn't-” She cuts off sobbing in mortification. Ellie hugs her against her own chest like a baby once again and gently lifts her up to carry her into the bathroom in order to be cleaned up. To be continued... (Feedback is much appreciated!)
  6. Before I start my story I would like to say that this site is fantastic. I have been a lurker here for a while, but only just recently got the courage to make an account and post a story of my own. Any feedback on my writing would be appreciated. My first sexual experience with wetting happened when I was eight or nine. I was at that age where some peers still occasionally wet the bed, but having a legitimate accident was highly unusual. I was also at that age where I was hitting growth spurts and rapidly outgrowing my clothes. One night, I had no pajamas that fit, so my mom let me wear an old t-shirt of hers to bed. It was longer, almost reaching my knees, and I wore white cotton panties underneath. Before going to bed, I went through my usual routine of using the toilet, brushing my teeth, and then saying good night to my parents. I fell asleep almost immediately. Around four in the morning, I woke up with a jolt, feeling an enormous pressure on my bladder. Because I was so shy, I did not want to risk waking my parents up at this ungodly hour to use the toilet, so I decided to just lay there and hold it for a while longer. I settled in, and tried to focus on anything but my screaming bladder. After what seemed like ages, I couldn't take it any longer. I was squirming uncontrollably, squeezing my crotch with my hand to keep from losing it right then and there. Finally, I decided I would just get up and go. I slowly stood up, keeping my hand firmly clenched over my crotch. As soon as my feet hit the floor, a wave of agony hit my bladder. I clenched my thighs together as tight as I could with my hand jammed into my crotch in an attempt to hold back what I was sure would be Niagara falls. Luckily, not a single drop escaped me. I began my waddling journey down the hall to the bathroom. Every few steps I had to stop and clench my thighs together as a wave of desperation hit me. During one particularly strong wave, a few drops of pee escaped into my panties, creating a small damp patch in the crotch. After what seemed like a mile long walk, I made it into the bathroom, not even bothering to turn on the lights. I was afraid that if I removed one of my hands, I would burst. As I came closer to the toilet I felt sure that I would make it. I turned around and mentally prepared myself to rip my panties off as fast as I could. Before I could even remove my hands from my crotch though, I felt my hands getting warm. A huge spurt of pee made its way out, trickling down the inside of my thigh. I stopped it quickly, but I could feel it right at the edge of my pee hole, threatening to burst any second. Carefully, I removed one hand and gripped the side of my panties, keeping the other hand firmly between my legs. Just as I was about to get my panties off, I heard a soft hissing noise. Looking down, I realized that I was fully wetting myself just inches from the toilet. For a moment, I was frozen, and then I panicked. I jammed my other hand back down into my crotch, and pulled my mom's shirt between my legs in a desperate attempt to stop the forceful flow of pee streaming down my legs. All that did was redirect the flow, soaking my entire butt. About midway through my pee, I managed to stop the flow, although at that point I was already drenched from the waist down. I surveyed the damage. My panties were completely yellow, and there was a large puddle on the floor. My butt, legs, and feet were soaked. By some miracle, my mom's shirt had only one tiny wet spot where the pee had burst through in a jet stream. I could feel that I still had more pee in me, so I did the only thing I could think to do. I took off my mom's shirt and hung it on the towel rack where it would stay dry, and then finished wetting my panties right there on the bathroom floor. The hot, wet pee running down my legs gave me butterflies in my belly, and I grinned to myself, knowing that I was going to get away with something like this. When I was finally done emptying my bladder, I felt satisfied. I quickly grabbed some paper towels and mopped up the mess on the floor. I then stripped off my panties and dunked them into the still clean water of the toilet bowl, washing out the pee, and then wrung them out. They were slightly damp when I put them back on, but much drier and cleaner than they had been. Finally, I put my mom's shirt back on and returned to bed, sleeping another few hours before it was time to get up.
  7. All my images from this artist :D Touhou wetting.zip
  8. I understand that my touch is different from that of typical Japanese Anime style, despite the fact that I am Japanese. I hope you enjoy my artworks as something unique however, and if you do, please leave a word or two. Comments are of great encouragement.
  9. MPB

    female My Girlfriend E

    About five months ago I was on the phone with my girlfriend E. She had just left San Francisco to make the two-day drive back home to Chicago and sounded a bit distracted. I asked her what was wrong and she said she had just gotten outside of Sacramento, where she had stopped to buy gas, water, and some coffee. Being parched, she drank most of the water and had just begun to get into the coffee when she realized she needed to pee. I told her to just get off at the next exit and find a gas station, to which she replied that she was in the middle of nowhere, and the next exit or place to stop was still half an hour away. “I’d better find a place soon before I pee in my pants,” she stated. At that point I had to begin getting ready for work, so I wished her luck, told her I loved her, and hung up the phone. The next day, once I awoke, I called her to ask how the road trip was going. She said everything was going fine, that she stopped to sleep for a few hours earlier in the morning and was already in Nebraska. She talked about the beautiful scenery and about how she wished she were already in Chicago, and how once she got in town she was going to take a long shower and sleep for a while. Casually I asked if she’d found a place to pee in time the previous day, to which I was greeted with a sizeable amount of silence. About five seconds or so went by before I heard her sigh and say, “Actually, no.” “What do you mean? Did you stop along the side of the road?” I asked. Having been together for about six months at that point, I knew E wasn’t one to be shy of popping a squat when she needed to. Just a month before, she had pulled her panties down over the Chicago River at the La Salle truss and peed right into the water. Granted it was three in the morning, it was gutsy nonetheless, and proof that she was not going to have an accident if she could help it. “No…it was still light outside and I didn’t feel comfortable stopping on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere.” “Okay…” “I tried to hold on as long as I could, but I kind of ended up just peeing in my pants. Luckily, I had a few towels and my seats aren’t cloth.” I was floored. Not only was that totally unlike her, she didn’t seem too embarrassed by what had happened. “Wow. I mean, I’m sorry. I guess it happens to all of us sometimes.” “Yeah, but it hasn’t happened to me in a while. Ever peed your pants, babe?” she asked jokingly, chuckling lightly. “I have actually, just a couple of years ago.” “Oh yeah? How so?” “I was walking home from work at around two in the morning and couldn’t find a spot to go. A lot of people were out and a block party was going on. I got to my front door and couldn’t hold it any longer.” “Wow, babe. Well at least I know I’m not the only one.” We continued to talk for a while longer and I kidded her about doing laundry when she got home. I told her I loved her again and not to worry, just to get home safely. Later that evening she called me and said she was almost home, and that I should come out and meet her. I made my way downstairs and when she pulled up, she sat in the driver’s seat of her car and motioned for me to come over. As I walked over, she opened the door and said in a hushed voice, “Babe, I peed in my pants again about an hour ago. I got stuck in traffic and just couldn’t hold it. I feel like a little girl. I can’t believe I peed myself twice in less than two days. This is so embarrassing.” I looked down at her crotch and sure enough, her pants were wet. I comforted her, told her that it was fine, and that I would walk behind her so no one would know she’d had an accident. “If it’ll make you feel any better, I’ll pee in my pants too,” I said jokingly, trying to cheer her up. “Would you?” she immediately replied. I was taken aback. I was kidding, but the pleading look on her face made me realize she was serious. My girlfriend, who had just accidentally peed in her pants less than an hour ago, was asking me to pee in my pants so she would feel better. “Seriously?” I asked. “I mean, you don’t have to, but it would make me feel better. I’m just so embarrassed about this.” “Well…” I thought about it for a few seconds, and then made up my mind. “If it’ll make you feel better…fine. But only because I love you.” “I love you too, babe.” And with that, standing on the stoop of our apartment, I peed in my pants to help make my girlfriend feel less embarrassed about peeing in hers. We went upstairs, she changed out of her wet pants and panties, and me out of my wet pants and panties, and we showered together. Then we made love, and went to bed. She hasn’t had another accident since, but this was only a few months ago. Since then, she’s stated a few times while we were out that she’d better find a restroom soon, or she’ll pee in her pants. I don’t wish embarrassment on my girlfriend, the girl I love and plan to marry, but I can’t help but to think that all I’ve got to do to make her feel better is to pee in my pants too. And I don’t really have a problem with that.
  10. littleleo

    female What I did

    I met up with a few of my old friends from high school recently, and it turned out to be quite a funny night. In hindsight I decided to share how I remember the evening went along with you just for the sake of not having to keep it to myself. So I arrived at his place a bit earlier than I thought I would and had to wait a little until they got back. His parents were home, but I didn't want to disturb them so I waited outside. When the host came back with another old friend who'd arrived even earlier than me, we brought the groceries and drinks they had bought back into the house and put them on the kitchen counter. My friend, who I'm going to be calling Paul, poured each of us a drink and we went to sit outside on the patio leading up to the garden. I was sipping my drink which was made of some sort of liquor and pineapple juice, and we were chatting about old times and recent developments. Then some more friends joined us a little later, that was around 7pm but seeing how it was a typical summer day the sun was still up and shining. I'm going to fast-forward a little bit here by summing up that we cooked and ate dinner all together, still outside because the day just didn't seem to want to cool off and even afterwards we kept sitting outside until early in the morning. At that point all of us had put on jumpers but it was still very comfortable outside, or at least that's what I thought. Most of them had left for the toilet once or twice and I think that was when I was at my third drink. (I was drinking coke out of my bottle too, so as to not get drunk too quickly.) Still didn't really need to use the toilet which I thought was weird, because alcohol usually makes me get desperate quite quickly. At some point we decided to go inside, there were only 4 of us left everyone else had gone home. We sat on the couches and I was drinking my fourth drink and realised I was getting a little tipsy, nothing I couldn't handle though. One of the four of us went to sleep right away, pretty much when we went inside so there was basically Paul and this other boy who I'm going to call Jason (who used to go to our class as well) left. We were considering options of what we could do and ended up playing a card drinking game. We made it through one round and didn't even really play it right and I started to slightly feel the need to pee. It was around 4am by then, so I rolled myself a cigarette and went outside for a smoke while Paul seemed to be falling asleep on the couch with Jason trying to keep him awake by talking to him. I went outside into the garden and it was raining a little bit, which was actually refreshing. I went to have a peak through the window and saw Paul fast asleep and Jason seemed to have given up on trying to get him to wake up again and was also lying on the couch now, his back turned to the window I was peeping through. I waited there a little, just looking at both of them obviously falling deeper and deeper into sleep.Suddenly it hit me that I really had to use the toilet quite bad by then and I imagined how emberrassing it would be to have an accident in front of the window if Paul suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. That thought sent shivers trembling all through my body. That's when it happened. A little spurt of pee landed right in my knickers before I even realised what was happening to me and a second one was on its way. I felt this damp feeling in my underwear and crossed my legs as well as I could, grabbing for my crotch while checking in panic if both of them were still sleeping. I relaxed when I saw their dreamy faces and actually managed to hold on. I decided it would be a good idea to sit down somewhere and just finish the rest of my smoke as quickly as I could, realising I had overestimated my bladder a little. As I was sitting there I felt a little desperate, especially because I had forgotten to bring a pair of clean underpants but it at the same time I still felt my clit tingling in my damp undies which turned me on incredibly. All at once I realised me getting back into the house in order to use the loo would involve quite a big risk of having an accident, especially sinde I hadn't used the toilets since the last time I was there which was probably more than three years ago and my memory isn't really at its best whenever I'm drunk, which I must admit I was by then. I put my hand on my stomach and let it slide over the area of my bladder, which felt kind of swollen and almost like it was about to burst. I looked up to the windows, on the veranda the lights were still on but none of the lights on the upper floor bed rooms was on and I hoped most people would be asleep at this time of the day. After considering for about 5 minutes if Paul's parents were sleeping or not and if it what I was considering to do could be seen as immoral, it hit me when I had no more time to consider anything because my bladder called for immediate action. In a rush I jumped behind the gas grill, which cast the broadest shadow in proximity, pulled my undies to the side and just let go. I guess I peed for about half a minute and I could hear the hissing sound and felt my entire body sustaining waves of trembling, almost like I was having an orgasm. I felt so relieved but at the same time bad about what I had just done. I shook off the last drops with a little shake from my hips and went back inside (after pouring some water on the spot where I estimated I had peed). I hoped the boys would just keep sleeping and was going to try and catch some sleep myself in the armchair, using my skirt as a protection in order not to have my dirty knickers touch the couch. To my surprise both of them woke up when I went back inside and I must have been blushing but I think both of them were to sleepy to realise. Paul shook his head, murmured something like: "there are beds upstairs" stood up and went upstairs. I took his place on the couch, took of the jumper Paul had lent me and used it as a blanket. "So, which ones of the beds are free do you think? Do you remember where any of those supposed beds are?" I asked him. He didn't know and we decided it'd be better not to make a lot of unnecessary noise so we just stayed on the couch. I couldn't sleep for a while because whenever I closed my eyes my head started to feel like everything was spinning so I got up in a hurry and tried to remember where the bathroom was. I felt really sick and tried the first door and for once got lucky to make it in time. Won't go into any detail about this because it's rather yucky. Seeing how I had already made my way to the toilet I used the chance to take of my knickers which had dried a little but were still kind of wet. I cleaned the bit that got wet in the sink with a little bit of soap, drenched the water out of them and put them back on. Then I went back to the couch, where Jason had woken up and asked me if I was alright. I told him I felt better now and that I was sorry for waking him up. Then lay down on the couch. Then I sat up again because I felt kind of cold and realised I had lost the jumper I was using as a blanket on my way to the bathroom. I was trying to make out where I had lost it but couldn't really see anything. That's when Jason got up and came back to the couch with my jumper, even though I hadn't even said anything. I said thank you and he padded my head and said I should go back to sleep. I told him to sleep well and finally managed to fall asleep. We left the other day at around 4pm and I don't think anyone noticed what I did because everyone seemed to behave as they usually would. So yeah, I did that and it's not that I'm proud of it but in hindsight there's nothing I can do about what I did, except for hoping that none of them will ever find out.
  11. Rachel (@rachelkirwan) suggested that I make my comment on "Peeing through my Panties" into a separate thread, so here goes... Wetting panties (or briefs) is definitely thrilling and inexpensive, and I love to read about girls doing it and wearing them afterwards, especially when they wear them to bed. Keeping panties on after wetting them is certainly naughty and provides a constant reminder of having wet them. I myself am more inclined to wet pullup diapers, since they retain more pee than briefs, stay warm longer, help me avoid getting my furniture wet, and prevent public embarrassment. Too bad the good pullups are so expensive. Some people like to wear and wet their panties inside diapers, thus combining the wet-panty feeling with avoiding obvious wetness -- but this solution risks exposure if the panties wick wetness to the non-waterproof sides of the pullup. Has anyone tried wearing plastic pants over wet panties? The non-crinkly PUL pants would be best for avoiding noise, but I've had problems with two different brands leaking. A few days ago I put on a pair of black women's panties, sat on the toilet, and wet them. I was pointed up and made a nice little fountain of pee. (Sorry, but I didn't have my phone for pics.) I then put on black PUL pants and wore them under jeans. I kept them on all day, maybe eight hours. The first thing I noticed was that the wet panties felt cool on my bottom. An hour later, the bottom of my jeans was damp, despite the PUL pants. There's so little moisture in a pair of wet panties that I expected the PUL pants to contain it. At first I blamed the plastic pants for the leak. Now I suspect that, when I peed my panties on the toilet, some of my pee got onto my legs. I never wiped after wetting, so my legs may have already been wet when I pulled up the PUL pants. Next time I try wetting panties I'll be more careful. Two hours later I peed my panties a second time. This time I took a video of the entire wetting, as well as my pulling up the PUL pants after I finished. So then I was sitting in truly wet panties, protected only by the same PUL pants that I used earlier. The PUL pants seemed very slightly damp just above the elastic around the leg openings. Maybe these pants work well enough after all that I can routinely use them to enjoy the feel of wet panties all day long. Here is a link to the video I made: https://drive.google...4Vkk&authuser=0 I wet my panties two more times, for a total of four, pulling up the PUL pants afterwards each time. I stank a bit, and my jeans were damp, probably because of my failure to wipe my legs after wetting. To cap off my wet day, I kept my PUL pants in place and wet my panties a fifth time. The panties were saturated and couldn't absorb much if any of the fresh urine, so I knew I was dependent on the PUL pants to contain my wetness. I could hear loose pee sloshing around in the PUL pants, but they didn't leak. Yay! I felt very naughty for wetting panties at all, and even naughtier for wearing them and for wetting them inside plastic. Next time I do something like this, I'll probably just wear my usual black cotton briefs. They'll hold even more pee than the panties did and that may cause more of an odor problem. I expect wet briefs will feel even wetter than wet panties but not so kinky. Here's a pic of my wet panties (sorry for the inverted image): Explicit Content
  12. masterminor

    Most embarrassing wetting

    I will never forget the day I wet my pants on the way home from McDonaulds in the car. I used the bathroom before leaving home and before we left the resturant but I still wet myself. If I did that what would you do? Humiliate me? Or save me from it? What is your most embarrassing wetting?
  13. Ayden

    female Losing Control

    Franziska Von Karma strode confidently into the courtroom, whip held firmly in hand. She was new to the Alternian law, but she had picked up the new laws fairly quickly with her new mentor: Neophyte Redglare. The laws were easy to remember: Be as fearsome and as ruthless as you can. Redglare followed her into the legislacerator’s booth. “You ready for this?” “I have no doubt that I can do this.” Franziska began to play with the handle of her whip. “If I wasn’t mistaken I’d say you’re nervous, Von Karma.” “What? No, that’s preposterous! I am certainly not nervous. If anything, I’m confident.” Redglare laughed and rested her cane against the front of the booth. “Whatever you say. Now, have you used the toilet? These things drag out for a loooooooong time. Hope your bladder is empty.” Redglare purred a little. Franziska looked across to the opposite booth and gulped a little. She had slept in for an extra two minutes that morning, and she had to leave for court without having the opportunity for a bathroom break. “My bladder is perfectly fine, I assure you.” As she spoke she could feel a pressure begin to build a little. A few hours later Franziska was trying to keep herself together but could feel herself losing by the minute. She turned to see Redglare with her trademark grin of a predator ripping into her prey. “Is there something wrong, Von Karma?” She asked with a smirk. “Not at all.” Franziska felt another pang from her bladder and she couldn’t help but grimace. She needed to convince the judge for a 10 minute recess, but he wasn’t having any of it. “Miss Von Karma, I understand that humans are accustomed to have a recess every few hours, but I reassure you, having a recess will certainly not hurt nor help your case.” She growled again and Redglare leaned into whisper in her ear. “I can smell your embarrassment. You’re just trying to hold on a little bit. Go on. Piss yourself for me. I’ll do the work for you.” Redglare purred, setting a hand on her rear and sliding her hand under Franziska’s skirt and between her legs. She whimpered and Redglare cackled. “Never!” “There’s a wall behind you, and no one can what will be going on. Go on.” Franziska turned and Redglare was right. “No. I refuse to stoop so low!” Redglare’s finger rubbed up against her and she whimpered more.Right when she thought she couldn’t hold it anymore, the judge finally allowed a ten minute recess due to some missing evidence. Franziska nearly cried in relief. She slowly made her way to the restroom, Redglare following behind her. She rushed into the bathroom, but she wasn’t nearly fast enough. The extra movement of reaching for the stall door unleashed the torrent of her piss as her bladder muscles finally grew tired and let go. She could only tilt her head back and moan in relief as she peed, a puddle forming quite quickly between her legs. She knew she was making a mess, but she didn’t care. She just let it go, lifting her skirt out of the way. After a minute she felt something brush up against her crotch and something rub against her soaked panties. “I never thought you actually had to go.” Redglare’s voice sounded lower, more towards her legs. Then, with a shiver, Franziska realized that it was Redglare’s tongue pressing against her panties. “I didn’t want to be seen as weak.” “Even you, Miss von Karma, are not perfect. You have not realized this yet. Wetting yourself in front of your mentor. How humiliating.” Redglare purred, pushing her face more under her skirt and beginning to suck her panties, trying to get the rest of the piss into her mouth. Franziska couldn’t help but moan again, and moved her hands down onto Redglare’s hair as she began to lick her through her panties more, still wetting. Redglare cackled more and drank down the rest of the golden liquid spraying through the completely soaked panties, swirling her prehensile grey tongue around more. Franziska gripped her mentor’s hair harder as she finally stopped wetting. “How does it feel to finally be empty?” Redglare purred, still gently lapping at Franziska’s crotch. “Mmmm.” Normally when it came to intimacy, there was none with Franziska. She simply wasn’t interested; relationships only got in the way of her work. But now with Redglare between her legs, she was ready to reverse the vow she took regarding to not be distracted. When Redglare pushed a finger into her her head fell back against the stall door, her moan reverberating around the enclosed space. Redglare purred again and the human attorney finally came, gripping Redglare’s head tighter. Redglare cackled and got up, grinning and wiping stray urine from her chin. “You’re awfully warm for such a cold human.” Franziska took her panties out before wringing them out in the puddle she had formed. “And what’s that supposed to mean? I’m not cold.” “You’re not friendly, even to your mentor who just pleasured you and let you piss all over her face.” Franziska flushed a little before stepping out of her shoes and dumping them out. “I don’t need to thank you.” Redglare cackled again. “And who convinced the judge to take a break?” Franziska growled. Redglare walked around to face Franziska before leaning in and giving her face a sniff. “You’re embarrassed.” “What makes you say that?” Franziska snapped, moving to walk out her way before Redglare blocked her path. “Well I can smell your blush, and I can smell your warm, red blood pulsing two times as fast as it was before. Now as your mentor, I have a request for you.” “What would that be?” “Pleasure me the same way I did to you.” Franziska blushed then glared at her. She hadn’t done anything with anyone before, let alone a mentor, and that was the first time she had been pleasured by someone other than herself, which was rare in itself. “What? No!” Redglare smiled her famous predatorial grin before stepping closer. “Why not? Is it because I’m a troll? Or because I’m your mentor? Or is it because I’m female? You, Miss von Karma, need to relax.” Franziska jumped when she felt something flat against her back. Redglare had backed her into a wall. As much as she was embarrassed, she couldn’t help but feel another pang between her legs. “Get off me, this is indecent.” Redglare cackled again before pressing up against her and whispering in her ear. “Please? I’m begging you.” “No.” Redglare nuzzled into her neck and began to nibble the lighter skin, making Franziska’s hand move onto her back on its own accord. “See? You don’t like losing control.” “I’m not losing control.” “You’re fighting it and failing dramatically.” Redglare took this opportunity to nibble up her jaw and move her hand down onto her hip. “I don’t want this.” "But you do. I can feel it. Like I said, you’re losing control.” Redglare leaned up and gave her a gentle kiss, which surprised Franziska. She could feel herself losing, and the scary part was that she didn’t want to win. When she pulled her closer Redglare smirked in triumph before moving her hands down. “Mmm see? Losing control isn’t so bad, is it?” Redglare purred, licking slowly across her prodigy’s mouth. Franziska backed away to look at her mentor before giving in and kissing her harder, making Redglare cackle again. “See? Not bad at all. Now hurry up, we only have a few minutes.” Franziska moaned a little when Redglare dropped a hand down under her skirt again. “There you go, relaaaaaaax.” Redglare purred, nibbling her neck before reaching into her leggings and rubbing herself through her panties. After a minute or so Redglare felt Franziska’s hand grab onto the back of her shirt more, giving it an unintended tug. She cackled and rubbed her prodigy’s crotch harder, earning a faint whimper. Franziska didn’t last that much longer, and came again when Redglare bit down on her neck. The alien was completely surprised when instead of leaving, Franziska shuffled up against her more and pulled her tighter, still panting slightly. She smiled when she felt the younger human slump against her and lean her forehead on her shoulder. “So you enjoyed losing control, I take it?” Redglare purred, gently kissing the bitemarks she had left. “Mmm.” Franziska would never admit it, but it was nice hugging her mentor,even though temperature-wise she was cooler than she expected. Still warm, though. Redglare’s skin was a delicate balance of cool and warm, like Franziska had a fever and Redglare’s skin was the cooler skin of her father checking her temperature. Cool, but not too cold. “Oh my goodness Franziska, are you going soft on me? I didn’t know you were a cuddler.” Redglare teased, rubbing herself more before beginning to grind up against Franziska. “Get off me, I’m not. Besides we have to go.” Franziska told her, pushing her off suddenly. Redglare finally finished and rode it out against the cool tile wall before checking the time. “Yes, it’s time to go back. Oh, and von Karma?” “Yes mentor?” “I’ll have to get more breaks for you more often.” Franziska could only smile the tiniest smile when Redglare led her back to the courtroom.
  14. My latest story is called 'Wetting Herself' about a teacher's soaking day at work. Summary: Kelly begins her day's teaching at college by searching the lost property for something to wear instead of her urine soaked trousers and panties. She finds a tiny skirt that barely covers her and as the head approaches her it rips and falls back to the floor. Forced to explain herself she tells the story of just how she ended up half naked in the staffroom. On the bus to college she’s sat beside two girls who are dying to pee just like her. Luckily they have a bottle to pee into and Kelly tries not to watch as she concentrates on holding in her pee. Finally she just can’t hold it in anymore and runs for the front, tripping onto a passenger and peeing all over his lap. Passing the bathroom, she hears moaning in there. Peering over the top of a cubicle, Kelly gets a shock when she sees Mrs Eddings with her legs spread and the student teacher swallowing her pee. Reporting them to the head he comes to see for himself but ends up so aroused he has to take Kelly there and then in the toilets next to the two lesbian teachers. Afterwards Kelly is accosted by the student teacher who heard what she did with the head. Too desperate to stop and talk, Kelly goes back into the bathroom but the student teacher follows her, joining her in the cubicle and kneeling down, threatenng that if Kelly won’t pee in her mouth, everyone will find out what happened between her and the head. You can download the first few chapters from my website or see the book on amazon here USA / UK. Enjoy the first two chapters whilst I get on with finishing Lucifer angel's requested story! Luna x Chapter 1 – Soaked to the Skin I never thought my day at work would begin with rooting through the lost property box in the staffroom, frantically digging through the coats and shirts, hoping to find something to replace my pee stained and still wet trousers before any of the other teachers arrived. I couldn’t have dreamed it would end with me actually peeing into another teacher’s mouth. I was reaching into the lost property when I wrapped my fingers round something that felt right at last. I pulled it out and nearly swore out loud. It was a pleated black skirt which was good but it looked as it was designed to fit a first year school pupil and not a thirty year old teacher who needed to get to the gym more often. Just how skinny were some of the girls that studied here? Still, there was nothing else remotely suitable so what choice did I have? I could hear footsteps approaching in the corridor outside, I didn’t have much time. I undid the button on my trousers and peeled them down my legs, shivering as the clammy wetness tingled on my skin as the trousers inched down me. I kicked them off and stepped into the skirt. I was barely able to pull it to my hips and the fabric felt as if it might rip open at any moment. Not only that but the skirt barely covered my thighs. I picked up the trousers just as the door opened and I dashed into the stationery cupboard to hide. I could hear Barry and Susan coming in, grumbling about yesterday’s staff meeting. “It was bloody typical if you ask me.” “I know, how is it my fault if they don’t understand algebra? Kids nowadays don’t want to learn.” I ignored their conversation and concentrated on trying to hitch up the skirt, it barely kept my strip of pubic hair hidden, slung this low on my hips. But if I lifted the waistband any higher far too much of my legs were on show including the damp patch at the crotch of my panties, rendered almost completely see through with still warm urine. Swearing under my breath I tugged the skirt back down as the dampness of my underwear sent a shudder through my body. I could smell the aroma of pee coming from them and realised I couldn’t keep wearing them until they’ dried out and stopped smelling. I had a free period after my first lesson so I might get chance to drive home and change properly. To the sound of mugs being washed up, I tugged my fingers into my panties and whipped them down in a single movement. I sniffed them; they really did stink of pee, then shoved them behind a pile of A4 pads, reminding myself to collect them once I’d finished my first class. I felt so vulnerable, I’d never in my life gone without underwear and here I was at work with a skirt so short that the slightest breeze meant I’d be exposed to everyone. I could feel the fabric brushing my bottom but the air on my pussy felt strangely nice, a sense of freedom I’d not felt before, exciting as well to be this naughty at work. Taking a deep breath, I opened the cupboard door and stepped out into the staffroom. Barry and Susan didn’t even turn in my direction, too busy making coffee, so I tiptoed out to the corridor. I glanced each way first but nobody was in sight, a blessing for me as I strode along the hall, thanking my stars that I always got to work early. I had reached the end of the hall when disaster struck and I froze on the spot. There was a loud ripping sound and the waistband of my skirt split at my hip. I grabbed the two sides of the skirt as it threatened to slip down me to the floor, exposing my nakedness to anyone who might appear. I held the two sides together and shuffled down the hall, taking tiny steps to try and stop any more fabric tearing. I turned the corner and slid straight onto the freshly mopped floor. My left leg flew out in front of me and I crashed to the floor. My bare bottom hit the cold tiles and I winced in pain. I clambered back to my feet but the skirt remained on the floor. I bent down and grabbed it just as a door opened behind me. I didn’t dare look back, pulling up the skirt before spinning round to see the head standing there, his mouth gaping open. In my shock at seeing him I accidentally let go of the skirt and it fell straight back down to the floor. I grabbed it a second time and this time managed to hold it up with one hand whilst walking towards the head. “I can explain,” I said, “please let me explain.” He was blushing as he sighed out loud. “Step in here, Kelly but you better have a damn good reason for flashing yourself in my college.” Chapter 2 – Bursting on the Bus I had just finished for the day and was trying to start my car. Dead as a dodo. Mike the head of the mechanics course was walking past and stopped when he saw me struggling. “Anything I can help with?” He wiped his oily hands on his overalls. “It won’t start, I’ve only had it a week. Damn things.” I tried the ignition again. Nothing. Mike smiled and opened my door. “Leave it with me; I’ll have a look at it for you.” I left him the keys and decided to walk home. It took a lot longer than I thought it would, nearly an hour’s fighting my way through crowds of teenagers and kids from the school next door, all streaming home, fighting, shouting, swearing. It reminded me why I preferred to drive to work. I vowed to catch the bus in tomorrow morning. I got home to an answer phone message from Mike. The car was sorted and he’d leave the keys in his office ready for me to pick up. The next day I woke up early and made my way to the bus stop to catch the first bus. It was the weirdest bus journey I’ve ever had and the most embarrassing I think I’ll ever have in my life. I paid the driver and walked past the unexpectedly packed rows of seats. I hadn’t thought there’d be anyone else on board this early but it turned out I was way off the mark. I walked past a man who smiled politely at me and then sat myself on the back seat. In the second it took me to sit down I went from fine and carefree to absolutely bursting for the toilet. It’s hard to explain but it was like someone had filled my bladder with water. Not just filled it, but overfilled it with more pouring in every second. I sat perfectly still, hoping the sensation would fade but it just grew stronger instead. I shuffled into the corner seat as the bus lurched to a halt at the next stop. I was in a lot of pain; my bladder was hurting so much. Two teenage girls climbed on board and came to sit next to me. I was hoping they’d choose another seat as this meant any movements I made would be noticeable. I watched the two of them as they shot apart and frowned. “I really need to pee,” the blonde one said, placing her hands between her legs and clamping her knees together, shuffling to the edge of her seat as her cheeks turned bright red. “I wish I’d gone before we left.” “Me too,” her redhead friend replied, sitting on her hands and rocking back and forwards on the seat. I moaned inwardly as my bladder seemed to expand like a balloon, filling my whole body and my mind so I could think of nothing but finding a toilet and relaxing on to it, letting the piss gush out of me like a waterfall. It became like a fantasy, a dream, all I could imagine was a line of porcelain thrones with me able to take my pick from any of them. I tore my eyes from the two desperate girls and peered out of the window at the passing shops and house, picturing a toilet in each one. This was torture and with each movement of the bus, the fluid in me was sloshing around, trying to force its way out. “Oh no,” the blonde girl said. “It’s going to come out.” I glanced across at her and saw a few drops of liquid falling from the edge of her seat. The girl clamped her hands even tighter between her legs, not caring what she looked like in her frantic attempts to hold in her pee. “Have you got anything I can go in?” she asked her friend, her voice taut with panic. “I might have a bottle in here,” the redhead replied, digging in her rucksack and pulling out a bottle half full of water. She passed it to the blonde who pulled her skirt to her waist. I pretended not to look but I couldn’t help myself. I was able to watch her reflection in the window and I had a perfect view of her as she pulled her tiny red panties aside and pressed the mouth of the bottle to her urethra. I felt a warning wince of pain from my bladder as I began to jiggle my legs up and down, fighting hard to control my urge to urinate. I shuddered when I heard the hissing sound coming from the girl followed by the echoing tinkle of her yellow pee spraying into the bottle she was holding. “It feels so warm,” she said, sighing happily with relief. “Oh no, it’s hitting my hand.” Stray droplets were escaping her urethra so she clamped the bottle tighter to her. The bus bumped over a pothole and the girl’s hand slipped. The mouth of the bottle moved lower and the force of her hand pushed it accidentally into her pussy. She pulled it back out with a wet sound, gasping at the sensation as her pee kept coming out. It hit the back of the seat in front of her for a moment before she was able to get the bottle back into place. “You better stop soon,” her friend said. “I’m going to wet myself if you keep doing that.” The girl sighed as finally the last drops of pee fell into the bottle. She held it up to the light. It was nearly full. “How am I meant to use that?” her friend asked, shoving her arm impatiently. The bottle wobbled in her hand and the contents splashed out, hitting the leg of my trousers. I gasped at the wet warmth on my leg, almost making me lose control of my own bladder. “Sorry about that,” the blonde said, giggling as she turned back to her friend who had already snatched the bottle from her. She lifted her skirt and shocked me when I saw she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. Her pussy was completely hairless and as she spread her legs wide I gained an intimate view of her. She even spread her pussy lips with one hand as she pressed the bottle to her urethra. Almost immediately an ocean of piss seemed to gush out of her, overflowing the bottle in seconds and running over her hand before dripping to the floor and trickling down the aisle towards the front seats. The smell of urine was filling the bus, overpowering my senses. I had no choice but to press my hand between my legs as I felt a trickle of piss force its way out of me, dampening my panties. I clenched all my muscles to hold the rest inside me as the driver slowed to a juddering halt. I shuffled to the edge of my seat as the two girls got up and walked down the aisle, leaving their bottle behind to pour its contents onto the floor. The bus lurched forwards after they left and I glanced at my watch, two minutes to go. My stop was the next one. Could I last a few more seconds? I wasn’t sure. I was wriggling on my seat, my knees banging together as my eyes kept being drawn to the trickle of pee coming out of the bottle on the seat beside me, the strong smell of urine filling my nostrils. A car cut in front of the bus, forcing it to brake suddenly. I lost control for a moment and another squirt of pee filled my panties. I looked down and saw they had soaked so much the crotch of my light grey trousers had turned dark, the fabric saturated with piss. If I could just stop any more from coming out I wouldn’t humiliate myself. I got to my feet and with my thighs rubbing together I edged towards the front of the bus. As I passed the man who’d smiled at me earlier, he glanced at me and grinned broadly. At that moment we swerved round a corner and I stumbled onto his lap. My bladder lost control and to my eternal shame I felt a gush of pee soak straight through my panties and begin to run down my leg. I went to get up but tripped over the man’s bag, falling onto his lap again as more pee began to drip over my shoes and onto the floor. The man was staring at me and then down at his leg, soaking wet from where I’d fallen on him. “I’m so sorry,” I muttered, my cheeks burning red as I ran to the front of the bus, more pee still flowing from me in a river that felt like it would never stop. I knew I was leaving a trail of drops in the aisle as I made my humiliating way to the front. “Can you stop please,” I asked the driver, unable to make eye contact with him. “Nearly there love,” he replied. “Can’t open the door while we’re moving can I?” I stood with my head down as the last drops of pee pooled in my panties, making my pussy and legs warm with the wet heat pressed against them. It felt as if everyone was staring at me and the few seconds it took to reach the stop seemed like a lifetime to me. Finally we came to a halt and I almost fell down the steps, the doors clanking shut behind me as I shuffled into the college car park, feeling my legs chafe as I walked, wanting nothing more than to get into some dry clothes. Hope you enjoyed the story so far! Check out the rest of the story here.
  15. Lloyd

    Super Tight Jeans

    Hi, I have an interest in super tight jeans, specifically as worn by women, and their experience of this. By this I'm talking about jeans that are so very tight that they can't be gotten into or out of without a great deal of effort and certainly nowhere but at home. Such jeans are pulled on at the start of the night and are not taken off again until time to undress at the end of the night. In the meantime, if the lady has to pee, she has the choice of holding it or peeing through the jeans. Wearing super tight jeans is in itself something that is sure to bring about the need to pee due to pressure on the bladder. I have used sites such as MisterPoll to build a picture of what women do in jeans like this, and have found out some amazing trends, which I can post here if people are interested. I myself am particularly interested in: How tight do women like to wear these jeans; Do they think they will be able to get out of them if the need arises; If they know they won't be able to get out of them, what do they intend to do if they need to pee; What sort of underwear do they choose to wear if they know they will be peeing through their jeans; How do they feel about pulling on super tight jeans when they know they will probably be peeing through them by the end of the night; How do they feel about the underwear they choose to wear under their jeans, knowing they will be soaking them by the end of the night. I'm also interested in how women choose to pee through their super tight jeans: Letting their pee run down the legs, standing; Soaking their crotch and butt, squatting; Soaking their butt and legs, sitting; Do it where they are; Go out of sight somewhere to do it; Go into the bathroom and pee through their jeans there; Small squirts just keeping their crotch wet; Large squirts to really relieve pressure but not soak their jeans; Total flooding. I have some of my own preferences for each of these. I guess my own personal favourite is when a lady squats to let go in squirts big enough to pee through her jeans but not totally flood them, so she can do it again and again later. I really like the fact that many women will hold on for as long as they can until someone else pees their jeans, then let go. This actually leads often to chain reactions of wetting, some accidental, but many deliberate - once someone has "broken the ice" everyone feels they can now do it too. Does anyone have any experiences like that? Perhaps this post should have been in the wetting experiences forum but I think for the moment this will do. I can always post there as well later, if anyone thinks I should. Anyway, that's my interest in super tight jeans. I hope there are people here who have something to add. I can certainly add plenty myself - I've had girlfriends who would wear such jeans, as did I for a time, and there were some very nice wet experiences. I thought I'd wait to see what sort of interest there was in this before posting anymore on the subject. :)
  16. Ok, yesterday, I made a story of a wetting accident I had a few months back. In the story I mentioned a girl, Johanna, that was with me, and that she had a pee accident once, because of her fear of going to a public bathroom alone. There were so many requests about posting the story of that accident, I decided to post it here. I was actually not there when it happened, but I have heard the story from the ones who were with her, and I have also heard the story from Johanna herself, so it should get as accurate as possible. Johanna is a 17 years old girl, with a nice body, blonde hair and blue eyes. That day she was wearing blue jeans, white tank-top and a denim jacket. She was with 3 other girls, a redhead named Alexandra (called Alex), a brunette named Margret and one other blonde I don't remember the name of, so let's call her Kirsten. The story takes place in Spain, it was summertime and they were on a summer vacation, and decided to take a trip to Spain, I would have joined them but I didn't have the money for it at the time. They had just left the beach and were walking their way back to the hotel when Alex said she was getting hungry, so they decided to stop at a restaurant that was nearby. They all ordered the same thing, a delicious steak, and a big soda. After they had finished eating, they stood up and were going to leave, but Johanna decided to have another big soda, since it was sooo hot outside. They had been walking for about five minutes when Johanna felt the need to pee, but she ignored it, hoping they'd reach the hotel in time. After about 10 minutes later she Johanna was getting desperate and there were still around 20 minutes to the hotel. Margret noticed something was wrong and asked her if Johanna was ok. Johanna said "Yea, I just have to pee pretty bad, but I'll manage". "OK" Margret said with a doubtful look on her face, but after a while she noticed a public bathroom. She pointed at it and said "Johanna, there's a toilet, you can go relief yourself over there!". By that time Johanna was exploding, not knowing how much longer she could hold on. "Thanks, but, I don't think I have to go THAT badly". She cursed her phobia for public bathrooms and wished she could just go there and let it all out. She was already at her limits when she noticed the second public bathroom, so she said quietly to the other girls "Can anyone go with me to the restroom over there? I think I won't make it to the hotel in time". Kirsten was the only one who knew about Johanna's phobia, so she volunteered to go with her. As they were walking to the toilets Johanna suddenly felt that she couldn't hold it all in anymore, and felt the pee leak into her panties, completely soaking them, but she managed to stop it before it started to appear on her jeans, well, almost, there was a tiny little spot starting to form, but it was barely visible. Kirsten figured out what had happened really quickly, first of all by the smell that came and she also noticed Johanna was sobbing a little. "Come on, just a little further" she said to Johanna, trying to encourage her. They finally arrived at the restroom and Johanna rushed inside, but when she was just about to open the door, it was too late. She felt the pee stream straight through her panties and made a large visible spot on her crotch area. She was unable to hold it in, and there she stood, wetting her pants like a little child. She was unable to stop herself from bursting into tears, and soon found herself crying on Kirsten's shoulders, cursing herself and her phobia over and over again. The two girls walked back to Alex and Margret, and when they saw what had happened, Alex said "Oh my god, are you ok? I told you to go sooner!" but Margret said "Eew, this is what happens when you hold it in too long! Why didn't you go sooner anyway?" Johanna felt the tears starting to come out again, and she rushed ahead of the girls, embarrassed and hurt. When she arrived at the hotel, she immediately changed her clothes, showered and went out again before the other girls came back. Johanna came back very late. I don't know where she went or where she was at for the rest of that day, but I do know she was not enjoying herself. When she came home all of the other girls had fallen asleep, so Johanna decided to have her revenge on Margret, since she was the one who insulted her and made her feel so bad. She had heard that putting the hand of a sleeping person in a warm water would make her pee herself, so she decided to see if it was true. She took a bowl and filled it with warm water, then put Margret's hand in it. After waiting for about 5 minutes, she noticed that the look on Margret's face was getting a little odd, so she looked under her blanket, and saw a wet spot appear on the back of Margret's panties, until there was a obvious wet spot on the sheets. Johanna then quietly removed all evidence of her actions and went off to sleep. She woke up to a scream, and she knew exactly what it was. She noticed that Margret was about to burst in tears and decided to act all surprised said she felt so sorry for her, that these things can happen. After that, Margret apologized to Johanna for how she had acted, and to Johanna she looked just miserable, sitting there in wet panties on her wet sheets crying and saying "I'm so sorry". The girls later cleaned up the sheets together, and nobody had any idea this was Johanna's doing, and they still don't know this very day. Hope you all enjoyed the story :D I plan on making fictions, if you guys are interested, but there will also be some male wetting ones, since after all, I am a girl ;D
  17. Mark_Twain

    Thinking of WHP account

    Hi all, I was considering acquiring a wetting her panties or ineed2pee account. I just wanted the general idea of these 2 sites. Are they worth my money? WHP seems as though it is worth it, as content per dollar. What do y'all think?
  18. rufioh_nitram

    female Desperation While Camping

    Hello, hello my lovelies~ In one of my previous stories I told you about the time we went camping in a camper without a working bathroom. The closest one was about a quarter mile away from where we were parked. On most nights while we were camping, I would stay up late and watch anime or something well past everyone else. One night, I had gone to sleep much earlier than usual and woken up at about 3AM. Everyone else was sleeping, so I booted up my laptop and goofed around for a while. Before I knew it, an overwhelming urge to pee hit me, and I spurted into my panties before I even had a chance to stop the flow. I immediately stood and walked out of the camper, beginning to walk toward the public restrooms. I had never had to pee so badly or so suddenly before. I was walking, hunched over and hands pressed against my crotch. It was dark out, and I could barely see anything in the dark, not even my feet in front of me. The light from the public restrooms was the only thing I could focus on. Seeing as it was so dark, I took care with each of my steps so I wouldn't slip and fall. I felt my bladder contract, and I groaned audibly as I clenched my muscles as tightly as I could to keep from wetting myself. My steps grew smaller as the need to pee increased. I was panting lightly, using all of my willpower not to let go right there. I stumbled several times, making me spurt into my panties. I started to feel my hot pee dripping down my thighs and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. The restrooms were only a short distance from me now, and I wanted to make it to the toilet. Thinking of getting to a toilet made my bladder contract and I groaned once more. I needed to go now, and I couldn't take another step. I felt that if I took one more step I would lose it and pee myself right there. I was only a few feet away from the toilets now, but I just couldn't take anymore. I quickly pulled down my pants, leaving my panties on before squatting down and releasing a torrent of piss. It splattered loudly on the ground, soaking my butt as it fell to the ground as it hit my panties. My bare feet were soaked with my piss and I was moaning with relief as I felt my bladder empty. The stream finally stopped and I stood, rubbing my wet panties against my pussy. I started towards the bathrooms once more, this time to rinse off and have some fun before going back to sleep. Hope you guys enjoyed this one! You've all been super supportive and I really appreciate it! Stay wet everyone~ ~Sei
  19. Tripped over this short clip in my archives. Didn't find any matches to the name on this site. sentada.mpg
  20. So today I had this awesome wetting. so I was sitting at my computer doing work and I needed to go badly but if I full on peed my self I'd ruin my chair. So I decided to slowly wet my panties. I let out small spurts at a time. Each time i would pee for 3 or 4 seconds then stop. I'd warm up my panties and vagina over and over again. My panties slowly got wetter and wetter until they were soaked. It soaked into my shorts too. But my panties and shorts soaked it all up and nothing got on my chair. So know I'm sitting here in soaked panties and damp shorts writing this. I drank soda earlier so I'll prop ably keep doing this tactic as I will need to pee a lot in the next hour or so.
  21. SAMan1

    female Good photos

    Hopefully there is something that tickle your fancy here: http://www.private-foto.org/wetting/
  22. What Hermione did next - the Knicker nicking story and flying again! - follows on from Hermione Experiments We left Hermione late on Friday walking back from Miss McGonagall’s study her head buzzing with all that she had learnt – she was a 3W - a small select band of Wonderfully Wet Witches who got special pleasure from wetting themselves – whether flying or not.(See Hermione flying at “P” level). She had just finished testing the effects of the spell Miss McGonagall had taught her to make wettings look dry which resulted in her appearing totally dry to anyone looking – but leaving a tell tale trail of pee spots on the floor as she walked along weeing in her knickers. She has almost reached the dormitory when it struck her – tomorrow was Saturday and it was the next stage of advance flying – one where each girl was to fly to the heights to learn their personal tolerance – firstly when they peed and secondly when they pooped. She has already decided she was not going to actually poop – there must be some way of knowing she was at the height she must stop below without actually going beyond it and doing it in her pants to find out. BUT – she was standing in the last pair of knickers in her draw – the rest had gone to the Laundry – and even if she was able to dry the present ones overnight unless they were fully washed there was a good chance the bright pink cotton would clearly show a tide mark if any one saw – and from last week she knew Miss McGonagall could readily call for a knicker inspection before flying. Just as much as afterwards. In any case she was not keen for the other girls to see her in such “girley” pink panties, she really wanted one of her pairs of regulation blue ones that were a bit more discrete about what had happened to (or rather in) them. In a way it as doubly her own fault – not just because she had wet so many pairs during the week but also because it was her efforts to reduce the workload on the house elves that had changed the old two day turnaround to washing taking a week and turning up (usually) on a Saturday afternoon. So no clean (and dry) knickers were in her draw – what could she do? Where could she get some knickers from suitable for going flying first thing in the morning? She turned around to walk away from the dorm whilst she thought – and then it came to her – lost property!– there was a whole room in the laundry with every item of clothing separated onto their own shelves – there must be some knickers she could “recover” from there. She quickly but inconspicuously walked downstairs to the laundry area and turned into the lost property room just before the workroom itself. The lights were quite low, but she could clearly see down the centre walkway where there were rows of floor to ceiling shelves to either side with signs saying what clothes were in that rack – boy to the left girls to the right. The order started with underclothes and worked through to outdoor items like hats and anoraks’ at the far end. Socks & tights were first, then vests on the left for boys and vests/bras on the right for girls. Then underpants and knickers – just what she was looking for! She started through the large pile of assorted knickers – it seemed amazing so many could be lost, but she soon realised that by the styles they were lost long ago. But she spotted a pair of ordinary school knickers that looked to be about her size, that were dark green – they would do her for tomorrow. But just as she moved over to pick them up she heard someone coming and even though she had every right to check the lost property she decided to move along and slide down one of the side areas where she would not be readily seen. In the low light she looked carefully to see who was there – she was next to the girl’s skirts so if found she could simply explain she was looking for a lost one - but the person – a boy- was being rather furtive and bent over apparently looking at socks. Then she noticed the hair – it was Ron! - and whilst he had grabbed a grey sock he was now moving down the rows and was standing by the boys underpants – but looking at the girls knickers – he looked around quickly and then grabbed something from the knicker shelf stuffed it in his pocket, before rapidly walking out swinging the sock as if it was the prize he had been looking for. H came out of her hiding spot and saw immediately that Ron had taken the pair of bottle green knickers she had just found for herself! She was both annoyed and puzzled by his behaviour, but concentrated on a further search through the knickers to find something suitable for her immediate needs for the next day. She finally found a pair of navy blue knickers in the nice cotton material like her own – but they must have been made years ago as they were very loose and baggy – but they had elastic round the middle and legs that could be adjusted as it was just tied and could be pulled out of a small slit in the leg and tummy band. They were about the right size and she realised she could tighten or slacken the elastic to suit her perfectly. (See attachment) She could see nothing better so putting them into her bag she walked out of the lost property area and moved purposefully back up the stairs and to the dormitory. Safely inside she went up to her bed and shed her gown before going into the toilets for some privacy. She took off her still damp pink knickers and pulled on the old navy blue ones – as she had thought they were quite a good fit – the waist elastic needed no adjustment, it was tight enough to stop them falling down, but not so as to feel too tight. The legs were another thing however, the last person to wear these had much bigger thighs than Hermione had so far developed so the leg elastic did not even touch all round her legs. She slid them off, undid the knots in the elastic of each leg and then put them back on so as to adjust the length and to re-tie the elastic- which she did making the legs reasonably tight, but not uncomfortable. As she stood there having made the adjustments she realised the other difference to her normal knickers – they had real legs! – only about two inches long, but they definitely felt different to her normal ones that had elastic that ran right round the top of her legs and rubbed against her crotch. They actually felt quite nice like that and when she explored her crotch area with her fingers over the knicker material she rather liked the feelings. She started to rub a little harder enjoying the way her pussy started to firm up as blood pumped into the lips but then froze as she remembered that if she kept going then her knickers for tomorrow would be flooded in the immediate future. She pulled the blue knickers down and got them off as her bladder gave out strong signals that it needed to be emptied. Not wishing to miss an opportunity she grabbed the damp pink ones and bent over to put her legs into the holes and then pull them up, but it was too late – as she bent over – bum sticking out backwards, knickers about at her knees - she burst – her wee went everywhere – some down into the seat of her knickers, some onto the lid of the loo. As she tried to finish pulling her knickers up she straightened up and some wee shot out towards the door. Pretty much everything below waist height got wet – fortunately she had been holding her skirt with one hand so it was well clear of all the liquid. Grabbing the lid up she sank onto the seat, the back of her knickers just under her pussy so it received the last gushes of wee. The clean up took some time – using her wet knickers she mopped up the walls, floor etc, wringing the dripping wet panties out several times. Finally she slipped out and quickly rinsed her pink knickers in the sink before dropping them down the laundry shute. By then it was bed time to dream of the next day. Saturday morning came quickly – Hermione awoke to bright sunshine streaming in the window immediately bringing a smile to her face as she remembered what day it was – the day of the next special flying lesson for girls –she was to fly higher than ever before as she and the rest of the class sorted out their own individual “flying levels” – firstly the level they had all exceeded last week when their knickers received the full contents of their bladders and were soaked and secondly the level at which they would also become dirty and full! Hermione totally ignored the fact that last week she (and the others) were so busy enjoying the “special” feelings of flying from the contact between the broom handles and their pussy’s lips that it was only after the P level had been completely passed and they had totally soaked the knickers that anyone realised what had happened. She was ignoring it by convincing herself that she would keep herself in full control and be aware of any signs that she was about to lose control and poop in her pants – she was not going to do that, it held no appeal at all for her. She quickly got dressed and started to drink lots of water – she was completely hooked on wetting and wanted to get the most pleasure out of that part of the lesson, it was just the next stage she would ensure she did not circum to. A quick breakfast (with two lots of orange juice) then she grabbed her broom and headed for the field. She was not the first there – it seemed that most of the girls were looking forward to exploring their limits (or rather the wonderful waves of pleasure that flow out from the lips of their pussy’s lips right to the extremities of their bodies so fingers, toes, the hair on their head (and especially their very firm nipples) tingled with pleasure as their bladder slowly released into their knickers and down their legs. Miss McGonagall was waiting for the girls and as soon as the last ones arrived she started her “pre-flight” talk. “Girls, today it is time for you to fly higher than ever before, you will look down on the earth as if it was a map in your geography book! As I told you last week it is important that you each find your own limitations – that is at what height above ground you lose bladder control and then at what height above that you lose total control”. Before we start the lesson there are three spells that we will use today. Like last week we need to use the binding spell so that you will not fall off you broom – and even if you pass out the broom will simply stop doing whatever it was before and simply fly on the level round in circles so you can come too and regain control. You will each chant your own spell for this and I will test it is ok before you fly up. The second spell is one that will allow you to “feel” how high you are flying – it makes your right arm into a “measuring stick” – as you fly higher there will be a feeling like an elastic band around your arm, starting at the wrist and moving up as you climb – actually it measures the air pressure above sea level rather than the height above the ground, but it will allow you to measure your own “P” points. I will say this spell but you will cast it on yourself so that you can use it again in the future. The final spell is one to help us get together when we have all finished. I will cast it on all of you next – it will enhance your in the ultra-violet (UV) range so that you will be able to see a special crystal I have that send out a beam of UV that can be seen for hundreds of miles – if you have sensitised your sight first. When you have finished testing yourselves look for the crystal light and fly down to it. I will be there waiting for you – there is a special place for us to meet and clean up before going back to Hogwarts. Just then Luna put her hand up – Miss McGonagall said “yes?” – and Luna spoke fairly softly saying “ please Miss – is there some way we can know that we are reaching the – er – er – second – er – er level without, you know, actually, er – er going past it and doing, er – er – doing, er, you know, er Miss?” Some of the other girls sniggered, Hermione had to suppress a smile quickly when Miss McGonagall growled sternly – “be quiet – she is only asking what all of you really want to know – isn’t she!!!” Turning and smiling kindly at Luna Miss McGonagall said “Yes there is – all you have to do is concentrate as you fly higher and as you approach the second “P” level your tummy will start to feel very bloated – if you immediately drop down you will suffer an escape of gas but you will keep clean (although wet) knickers. Hermione carefully filed the information away in her head – she had been sure there was some way of avoiding pooping her pants and was determined to avoid it – now she knew how! Miss McGonagall then said “right girls, on your brooms ready” – then she chanted the spell to allow them to see UV rays – H loved the way the world looked with this enhancement to her vision – it was so much more alive! Miss McGonagall continued – “repeat after me the following spell to allow you to measure your flying height” and the girls all repeated as told – “can you all feel a band around your arm just by your wrist?” – Yes they all answered. Hermione was somewhat distracted by now – all the water and orange juice had worked through her and her bladder was bursting! – she wanted to keep it all for the flight, but as Miss McGonagall droned on Hermione lost some control and some wee escaped making a bit wet patch in her knickers. Miss McGonagall then spoke very sternly getting the girls to repeat the “binding spell” . Finally Miss McGonagall said time to fly – but I need to test your binding spell is working so I want each of you to take off in turn, fly along just above the ground and then, when in front of me, flip over so your head is just above the ground – that way if your spell was poor you will only fall a few inches into the grass. One by one they did just that – the second girl fell off and had to repeat the spell which worked that time, but it was a reminder to all of the need for safety. Hermione raised the broom so she was just off the ground and flew to Miss McGonagall, flipping upside down in front of her – Miss McGonagall immediately saw the big wet patch and Hermione heard her say softly - so that no one else could hear – “Hermione, dear you must not be quite so eager, pace yourself it will be more pleasurable” – then Hermione was up and on her way to the sky. With her already leaking bladder Hermione really did not care what her first “P’ level was – she just wanted the sexual thrills of flying and peeing to start and go on for as long as it could. But she knew she would have to answer Miss McGonagall ‘s questions later so she forced herself to focus as she flew up in a steady spiral concentrating on the imaginary band on her arm as it crept up towards her elbow. With the “band” barely below the elbow joint her bladder and pussy had their initial explosion with her knickers receiving the consequences, so she filed away that bit of information to answer later questions. From last week she remembered flying well above the initial “P” level and the pleasure waves she had enjoyed so she decided to “treat” herself before going up much higher to explore the second “P” level. Following the previous week pattern she carefully flew up quite a bit higher before launching herself into a ”J” shaped flight path flying down the short part of the J and then flying up the long side – her broom pointing almost vertically, her nose touching the handle, her pussy magically attached to the lower part of the handle as the waves of pleasure flowed out from here through her body – and her wee flowed into her knickers crotch, then down filling all round the little legs above the tight elastic, before soaking through, flowing down her legs over her stockings and trailing over her pump type shoes to stream away from the toes of both of them into the air. She managed this a few times – squeezing her pussy lips together to slow the loss of wee from her bladder. She almost managed to separate her mind into two parts one part totally overwhelmed by the hedonistic pleasures she felt but the other part somewhat detached and almost able to feel each drop of wee as it made its way out of her pussy lips, into the puddle in the gusset of her knickers, then through the material of her knickers, sliding down each leg, running along each stocking and onwards. The waves of pleasure engulfed her time and time again on the next upward flight as if her whole body was sexually charged, - she felt the final drops of wee flow into her knickers when there was an explosion starting in her crotch and rippling out to the extremities of her body – and she passed out! Some minutes later she groggily came too – the first shock to her system was realising the land below her was like a tiny map she was so high – then she realised the “band” on her arm was almost up at shoulder level. As she recovered consciousness more she understood that she was sat on her broom flying round in circles on the level – even though it was a very high level. Finally it came to her – the feeling she had vowed she would avoid – her knickers were no longer just soaking wet – they were full of her poop – the only good thing she could think was that how glad she had end up with the very old fashioned ones with legs and tight elastic round them so that whilst she had filled her pants, nothing had escaped – it was all around her legs held in by the material. She was annoyed she had failed! – she told herself off for doing so and tried to rationalise that the explosion of pleasure that caused her to pass out was not worth the indignity she now faced of landing with very full knickers. Then greater realisation came to her – firstly her nose was running everywhere so she got her hanky and blew it and cleaned her face up. Her fingers and toes were still tingling and felt great. Then it hit her – her bra was soaking and moisture was leaking through her blouse and jumper – but she had not flown upside down at any stage so her wee could not have run there! Her nipples were throbbing with pleasure and were standing up firmly pointing outwards, her breasts were solid and felt like they were ready to explode – that was where the moisture was leaking from! – the pleasure explosion had resulted in every possible “bodily outlet” letting go. She told herself off severely for not keeping control and ending up messing herself in every possible way – but the aching in her pussy and tits and even her bum flooded back telling her “so what” that was just marvellous. Hermione looked around for the UV crystal light – and saw it far off in the distance. She flew steadily down towards it fighting in her mind between the pleasures felt through her body verses the “failure” of keeping herself under control. She landed fairly near Miss McGonagall, but noticed all of the girls were keeping a fair distance apart from each other- they were all studying the ground –but furtively looking at each other to see what state they were in. Miss McGonagall told the girls to undo the binding spells, the measurement spells and she undid the UV spell. The she spoke “Girls, today we have use of a special facility – this is a natural hot pool with warm water flowing from above us down into individual shower blocks – you will each go to your own area to clean yourselves up in private. There are suitable facilities for disposing of any “unwanted materials”, also for clothes washing and there is a special hot cabinet in each room where your washed clothes can be put to dry – it will only take a few minutes, but there is no rush – please relax and unwind after your experiences, think about what you have learnt today. Hermione watched the girls walk (or rather most of them waddled) towards the open doors of each individual area, no one else had their arms crossed against their chest to hide their breast area (as she had done since landing). Hermione was the last to walk past Miss McGonagall who stopped her saying “Hermione – this is the meeting place for the 3W club I told you about so see if you enjoy it”. Hermione had accidentally let her arms drop so Miss McGonagall saw the soaking wet patches around her breasts and she continued “you really are eligible to be a full club member dear – look”. Hermione looked at Miss McGonagall from the ground up – she could see Miss McGonagall had wet herself, but it was not clear what else had happened for her – until Hermione looked and Miss McGonagall moved her cardigan away from her front – where it had covered the sopping wet area over her breasts. Hermione walking bemused into the clean up area – it was everything she had been told, so she started the clean up!
  23. Lloyd

    female "Staying Empty"

    I've prefixed this topic female because for me, the most important part of it was.... :) Long ago when I first found a partner who was interested in peeing and wetting, we used to do something which I would say is the exact opposite of "holding", that being "staying empty". We were both busy and had lots of nights when we weren't both at home together, but we would always try to have a couple of nights each week together, and we would settle down for a night of dinner, wine, a video of some movie or other, and lots of soaked towels. In summer we tended to wear just shorts or even just underwear and a t-shirt, while in winter we would rug up a bit more in jeans and a sweatshirt. We would always start the night with lots of wine, cooking dinner, and watching whatever was on TV while we did that. During this, we would hold it, the only time of the night when we did, and then when dinner was ready, we would put on the movie and go and sit on some towels doubled over under us on our vinyl couch. We would sit like this while we ate, from plates on our laps. At some point during the meal we would both pee through whatever we were wearing into the towels and it was a bit of a game to do it without the other knowing, and also to try to figure out when the other did it. She was always excellent at this, and could basicly soak her towel, slowly and without fuss and the only sign she had done it was the wet patch on the towel around her legs and butt and we were wearing jeans, a wet bottom and backs of her legs where the jeans were in contact with the wet towel. Her crotch and inner thighs were also wet, but she kept them closed and under the plate, so I could never know. A couple of times I thought I caught a slight change in her posture that might have hinted she was doing it right then, but I could never be sure and whenever I said anything I was almost invariably wrong. She was just too good at hiding it. I did my best to hide mine, too, but female anatomy being what it is, it was a lot easier for her to pee through her pants straight into the towel than it was for me. I did manage to keep the peeing down low, but enough pressure and it would well up the front and over the tops of my thighs - a complete giveaway. Needless to say, she always won that little game. The real fun of the evening started from that point on. The initial wetting was just to kick things off. From then on, we would both just pee whenever we felt the slightest amount of urine and we both developed the ability to more or less stay open and empty. We helped things along by switching to Coke after our we finished the wine we had with the meal. We would drink plenty of that and everyone knows it's both full of water and caffeine, which exacerbated our need to pee continuously and profusely. We would change our towels when they got saturated, putting them straight into the washing machine for later, and then begin soaking the next towel and so on and so forth. By the end of the night, we had soaked numerous towels, completely abandoned any attempt at holding, and finished watching our movie in absolutely saturated shorts, jeans, or underwear. We would then put the last of the towels in the washing machine ready for a rinse in the morning, and go to bed, still in our saturated underwear. We had a water bed, so it was fun and easy to soak our underwear on top of each other in the bed, and we would go to sleep like that in our wet underwear. In the middle of the night if we wanted to pee, we would roll over to each other, and wake the other up for some fun. But that's the subject of another post. Needless to say, our heated water bed made our bedroom quite fragrant. The smell of dried urine is actually quite nice, and nothing like the ammoniac smell that people associate with urine in public toilets. A sort of heady perfume, in a way. Our underwear smelt a bit like that too after a night of "staying empty"... :)
  24. Hey everyone. I decided to try my hand at writing an omo-fic, something I can't say I've done before. It might not be the best but I hope to improve as I go along; constructive criticism is appreciated! A quick forewarning: This contains spoilers for the game Dangan Ronpa. If you haven't completed it and/or you don't want the game spoiled, you might want to stop reading now. Otherwise, you might like to know that this takes place at Hopes Peak Academy before the events that lead to the beginning of the first game; Everyone's living relatively normal lives! Without further ado, please enjoy. Chapter 1: Storms The low rumble of thunder ambled ponderously across the sky, itself a churning sea of cloud, as the summer rain lashed down against the earth below. Some droplets pounded against the pavement, scouring the concrete of days of dust and filling the night air with a fresh and earthy aroma. Others tore into the parched grass, running off onto the soil and turning it from a hard and unforgiving desert to a thick and saturated swamp. And yet others found their way to a very particular window on a very particular building. This window was one of many: small, slightly inset with light tan curtains pulled tightly across. The building however was most definitely not. It was huge, storey upon storey of red brick and steel forming various wings, towers and entrances. Even then, more buildings surrounded it. This was Hope's Peak academy. A school for only the most gifted, the most intelligent and the most ambitious. Its prestige was such that merely attending it was enough to secure just about any job without so much as an interview over the phone. As the storm raged on outside this particular window, behind it raged another; An incessant thunderous clacking filled the air of the modest dormitory room. The source of this clacking was the pink blur of feminine fingers dancing across a jet black keyboard. Chihiro Fujisaki's gaze darted from monitor to monitor almost as rapidly as his fingers bounced from key to key. He was a super high-school level hacker, a programming savant. The best in the world, according to most. It came as no surprise to the online community at least to see Chihiro's name on the leaked student list. He'd only moved in a few days ago and classes had yet to start. Naturally very shy, he was pretty nervous about meeting his classmates but, for the time being, he was far too occupied with the project before him to worry about the near future. He stopped and sighed, stretching his hands out and cracking his fingers in satisfaction before turning to a small monitor to his left which currently displayed a CGI rendition of his own face. “Okay, that should do it!” he beamed. “I'll see you in a few seconds!” The face returned his smile. “See you soon, master!” it responded. The face, belonging to Chihiro's artificial intelligence, closed its eyes and disappeared. He returned to the keyboard once again, recompiling the code he had been working on moments before. While waiting for the code to compile, Chihiro squirmed uncomfortably. In his coding fervour, he hadn't realised quite how much he needed to pee. Before he could get up to relive himself, however, the compilation finished and the face returned. “So? Any better?” he asked concernedly. Alter Ego was more than just a pet project of his. It was a friend, something that he'd long lacked. Hopefully not for much longer now that he was at Hopes Peak, he thought. The A.I. frowned for a moment in consternation. “I'm sorry master, it still doesn't feel right. The access is faster, but... I don't know, something seems amiss.” Chihiro groaned, partly in frustration and partly because of the pressure in his abdomen that he was trying to ignore. He fidgeted slightly. “Sorry master,” Alter Ego began, starting to notice its masters need. “don't worry about it. It's only a small issue real -” “No, I'm going to fix this A.E.” he said determinedly, cutting off the AI even as he rubbed his legs together beneath his skirt. Though normally a pushover, programming was his passion and he took great pride in it. It was this pride, this stubbornness, that made him ignore his mounting need to visit the bathroom and instead turn back to the myriad of screens and begin typing once more. “M-master” Alter Ego mumbled, “are you sure that's a good idea? Don't you remember the other times...?” It trailed off, but already Chihiro's face was flushed in embarrassment. “It's fine, really A.E. I'll have this done in no time. There'll be no, um... accidents” The A.I. knew better than to argue with its (now rather flustered) master when he got really determined, and so resigned itself to silence, watching as Chihiro's hands became a blur once more and his fidgeting slowly increased in frequency. Twenty minutes later and Chihiro was both on his fourth attempt and still at a loss. He bounced up and down on his seat, hands pressed tightly into his crotch, as he pored over the reams of code before him. No matter what he'd tried, it was never quite right. There had to be something he was missing, something he'd overlooked. He glanced at the time. “Ah, it's really late,” he muttered. As much as he hated to leave the work unfinished, he knew that a good nights sleep would help immensely. Plus, he reasoned, he should probably go and pee soon. Almost as soon as he thought this, he properly noticed the pressure in his bladder for the first time. A small gasp escaped Chihiro's lips as a quick spurt of pee found its way into his bloomers. He pressed more tightly into his crotch as two more short spurts squirted out past his vigil and into the soft fabric. “Master, are you OK?” Alter Ego asked worriedly. Chihiro was blushing furiously now, knowing full well that his AI was well aware of his current situation. “E-everythings fine,” he stammered, gripping the fabric beneath his fingers tightly and rocking slightly in his seat. He felt yet another jet of warm urine beneath his hands. A growing wetness against them told him that it was now or never. With the wave of desperation temporarily subsiding Chihiro span the chair around and leaped up, sprinting for the bathroom. With every step, a jolt shot through his tired bladder which responded in turn with a squirt of hot piss. Reaching the door with significantly damper bloomers, he slammed it open and sat down on the toilet at the exact moment his exhausted bladder gave up. Chihiro moaned in relief as he felt his nether regions grow hot and wet, urine gushing out into his bloomers and soaking through onto his skirt, so carelessly sat on in his haste. Slowly, the loud hissing that filled the bathroom was drowned out by a soft trickling as the pee pooling at Chihiro's butt soaked through the thick material of the skirt and found its way into the water below. After what seemed like minutes, the flow slowed to a trickle and then stopped entirely. Chihiro sat, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding, his bladder occasionally finding a second wind and spraying more piss into his saturated bloomers and sodden skirt. The heat in his bloomers slowly gave way to cold clamminess as they clung to his soaked backside. Eventually, suitably calmer and satisfied that he was completely empty, he stood up and inspected himself in the mirror, the odd droplet of pee dripping off the back of his skirt or trickling down his leg. He lifted up his skirt. His previously soft, white bloomers now clung tightly to his skin, a huge yellow stain clearly visible that spread from the front all the way to the back. His skirt, too, had both a wet patch at the front where he had been holding himself previously and a massive patch at the rear where he'd sat on it in his hurry for release. Even his knee socks bore small yellow trails as his movement elicited leaks from the beleaguered bloomers. Sniffing the air, Chihiro gradually became aware of the strong smell of urine that now filled the small room. Back at the computer, Alter Ego waited patiently. This wasn't the first time its master had placed programming before peeing, nor was it the first time that this had led to an accident. Although it couldn't see from where it sat, Alter Ego had ran some simulations and was fairly confident that Chihiro's trip to the bathroom had not met with success. Still, it never hurt to be certain. So thinking, it cranked up the volume on the speakers slightly. “Master, is everything alright in there?” it asked. There was silence for a while, and then a small wail. The AI sighed as soft sobbing echoed from the bathroom and opened up a web browser; It was time to do some shopping. Chihiro might not like it, but something had to be done. And it knew just what that something was.
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