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Hi all, I am big fan of videos in which the person peeing is a little vocal about it. I was wondering if anyone has any videos where the girl wetting says things like "I'm Peeing" or " I couldn't hold it" or something along those lines A couple examples below. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6289386fa0f36 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f18a3770f7f8 * Nudity

As you know I closed commissions some time ago and it may stay like that for a while beause there are a couple of comics that I want to finish before I get back to accepting them. However I keep getting mesages on ideas or being asked when I will open them again and I'm starting to feel bad admiting they are closed (and may also accidentally ghosted a few people which is not helping me feel better) so as to not disapoint everyone that is looking forward to new artwork I decided to do this new kind of thread. Basically, I have noticed that my usual method of drawing has become too slow and whenever I allow people to give me ideas they come faster than I can draw them. Because of this I am planning to go for a much less detailed style with which I can (hopefully) not only keep up but keep making progress on those comics I refered to earlier whithout getting bored of doing the same thing for months. Here are some of the things I have drawn so far with this style (this one is a bit long so you may have to open it in a new window to see it) One more thing I should mention is that I'm not going to be looking for requests/commissions that were made while they were closed or people that were asking when they would open because my memory sucks and I can only remember around 3 of them.

Hello everyone! Sorry for my inactivity but for some reason I just haven’t brought myself to write anything. For me, I write off of inspiration of my thoughts, so I just have a hard time finding inspiration to come back and write. However, I’m looking to write a new little series here about a diapered basketball team. I’d love feedback to see if you’re enjoying it so I can hopefully keep writing. Enjoy! Chapter 1: My New Job As I brushed off the excess dust off my keyboard, I sighed with annoyance. The only thing more annoying than a slow computer was a dusty slow computer. However, the dust was the least of my issues. Flashback to the summer of this year, I promised my mom that I would get a job on campus, and that I would support myself on campus this year. I was entering my second year and starting my major in sports medicine but failed to achieve the sky high grades I promised my parents. As a result they decided to cut the spare money they were giving me to spend on campus. I went on to the schools website and scanned the job page for anything. Waiter? No Cashier? No Customer service? No. All of a sudden something popped out to me on the screen: assistant trainer. It was perfect. Both an opportunity to gain experience while also holding a job. And, as a plus, a chance to be up close with girls in short shorts. I pulled up the application, filled it out, and submitted it, praying that I could at least be given an interview. Thoughts began to creep into my mind. There’s no way they give me an interview. I don’t even have any experience. What if they do? The ladies wouldn’t even like me. I’m too unattractive to be interesting. What if they do though? Maybe this’ll be my time to gain experience. The hours ticked by without a response. And then, my email popped up, a response, they wanted to give me an interview. With that, I shut my computer screen, left my dorm, and strolled around campus with my hood up and my face illuminating in the street light. I was going to have a shot. … The gym we had was huge. Granted, we were a division one basketball team but I still marveled at it’s size. The problem with this was that I had no idea where the coach’s office was. As I strolled down the steps towards the court I saw a lone girl standing on the court. She had tan skin, dark black locks, and a pretty face, but none of that compared to her backside. While it was easy to stare at her face, her ass stole the show, and it was, expanding? She had her legs spread out a bit and she was just holding the ball under her arm. Her face looked relaxed and calm and she was muttering something to herself. As I approached her I questioned bothering her but decided to, hence I continue to lose my way around the arena. “Excuse me, where is the coach’s office?” She turned around to stare at me, her genuine smile beaming down on my cautious one. “Oh, the coach’s office? It’s through the tunnel and is the first door on the left.” ”Thank you.” I couldn’t muster any compliments for her, at least not yet. For now a simple thank you would suffice. The walk across the court allowed my eyes to indulge in our beautiful blue court, as the sidelines were bathed in a beautiful blue jay blue. The stands were coated in blue as well and we even had a blue scoreboard as well. One when walking in the stadium could argue that we just took a giant paint bomb and set it off, although they’d have a point considering that wouldn’t be too far off. The coach’s office was small and there was a small lady sitting in the chair next to the banners. She had a small build, with curly gray hair, wrinkles, and a hard look that lots of cinematic coaches have. She ushered me to my seat. “Hello sir, my name is Coach Wood, but you can call me coach W. I assume you are Brandon?” I nodded my head in confirmation. “Well Brandon, what led you to this job?” I explained my predicament, first starting with the grades and leading to the lack of funding. “I see, and why did you choose this job in particular?” “I’m currently studying medicine, and I thought this would be a great opportunity to learn and work at the same time.” The woman in front of my shook her head in approval. “That’s great. We’ve been looking for oncoming students who are willing to take time to help our trainer out. Sadly, we’ve had several who have quit upon certain… conditions.” But you seem like the perfect young man for the job, your application looks great and I’d be happy to offer this job for you. I had nothing but sheer happiness and disbelief. A new job with all the benefits. What could go wrong? Thanks for reading! I hope that you enjoy this and I’ll probably have the next chapter out soon!

View File Squeezed into a baby Pampers - Peed it and it swelled up good! It's quite a basic video, but I had one last Pampers left so thought I would squeeze into it and fill it. It's always so miraculously surprising how much these take for actual baby diapers. Enjoy! Submitter padsndiapers Submitted 09/24/2022 Category Male  

“Hi! This is probably going to be the start of something... wonderful? Anyway ask me anything I will try to answer all questions.”

Sara woke up in the morning well-rested. She went to bed at 11 last night and woke up at 9. Sara was always busy with her job as a secretary. She never had time to herself. She'd either be working, cleaning, or sleeping. Today was her first day off in a few weeks. She was working a bunch to get enough money to move out of her apartment. She found a cute house that was being offered for a good price. Anyways, Sara woke up with a lot of energy. The first thing she did was approach the bathroom. She thought for a minute about using it, but she had a little thing for holding it. Sometimes she even purposely peed her pants. She hasn't done it in a while due to how busy she was. She remembers back in college when her friend Lucy came over. They even ended up hooking up, but alas they wanted to go different ways so they mutually broke up. Sara hasn't had fun like that in a long time. So today she decided she would. Sara skips the bathroom and heads right to the kitchen. She makes herself a cup of tea. She gets out 2 slices of bread and throws them in the toaster. She starts it and heads to the living room to start a movie. She looks at the steaming service she had and finds a funny sitcom from 2000. She starts it and immediately loves it. *POP* The toaster was finished. Sara stood up. Her bladder makes its presence known. She giggles at it and skips over to the toaster. She grabs the two pieces of toast, puts them on a paper plate and butters them. She sprinkles a good amount of cinnamon on the bread. She takes a bite and smiles. She returns to the couch. She sits in a criss-cross position. Her eyes focused on her food and the show. She sips the tea she made earlier, knowing that it's going to go straight to her bladder. She finishes the toast after a half hour. Sara stands up to throw away the paper plate. She feels the tea filling her bladder. She laughs again and makes herself another cup of tea. She sits back on the couch and spreads her legs a bit and pushes a bit. She tried to leak a bit into her panties, but her body said no. She gets back up and goes to her room. She pulls her panties down and the cool air shocks her privates. She pushed at the same time and managed to squirt a little jet of pee onto the panties and floor. She giggled and pulls the panties back up she rubs herself a little bit before taking the panties off and putting a fresh pair of teal panties on. She looks through her dresser and finds a white dress with a bunch of blue flowers on it. She puts it on and admires herself in the mirror. She picks the dress up and looks at her panties. She leaves her room and returns to the couch. After 3 cups of tea and an hour of her bladder filling she finally has started holding herself. Her bladder was an average size, but it filled slow. Hence why her desperation didn't get that bad. The time was 11:30. She's been holding her pee in since 10:50 last night. She definitely needed to go now. If she stopped holding herself she probably would slowly leak and pee herself on her couch, but she wasn't going to stop holding herself. Sara stood up slowly and slammed her thighs together so she wouldn't leak. Even if she wouldn't mind leaking into her panties. She waddled to the bathroom and grabs a thick towel. She waddles back to the couch and places the towel on the ground in front of the couch. She knew she was going to pee herself. She just didn't know when. She started another episode of her sitcom. A funny joke gets told and Sara laughs pretty hard. She feels her muscles weaken and she squirts some pee into the teal panties she had on. Sara gasps and hops up on top of the towel. She thinks for a moment on how she wants to do this. Another leak happens. A few drops hit the towel. Sara figures out what she wanted to do. She puts her hand on her dress and shoves it in between her legs. She crosses her legs as she pushes the pee out. It takes time but eventually she feels the warmth flow out and soak her panties and dress. The blue flowers on the dress turning a darker shade. Her panties becoming a dark grey. The warm liquid flows down her legs. Sara hasn't felt this in a very long time. She lets out a loud moan. The towel gets wet as well. Sara drops to her knees and moans again. She lets go of the dress finishes peeing in her panties. Sara starts to rub herself through her wet panties. She moans and shakes with each run. After a minute if rubbing she climaxes which causes her to squirt more into her panties. Her whole body shakes as she comes back down. "Oh... My..." After Sara catches her breathe she stands up and uses these towel to wipe herself down. She goes into the bathroom and pushes her last little bit of pee into her panties. She takes her clothes off and climbs into the shower. What a fun way to start the day. FIN

The six and a half year old brown haired girl sat with her face scrunched in concentration as she stared deeply at the group of cheerios sitting on the kitchen table. MOVE! She yelled at it within her mind. “What the hell are you doing you little brat? Clean this mess off the table!” Harry Wormwood barked at his daughter. “Yes, daddy.” Matilda quickly answered swiping her hand across the table and scooping up the scattered pieces of cereal into her palm before making her way over to the trash can. “I work too damn hard for you to be wasting food like that!” The large man with the receding hairline said. “Sorry, daddy.” Matilda said returning to the table to properly pour herself a bowl of cereal this time. Matilda scooped a spoonful of cheerios in her mouth as she sat deep in thought. Maybe this was all just her imagination, Matilda thought to herself ignoring her older brother, Mikey, who had began throwing his own cereal at her. She had thought for sure she had somehow blown that TV in the living room to bits the other night. All she had done was glare at it while wishing it would break and the next thing everyone knew, it exploded! Maybe it was all just a coincidence. Maybe she had stayed up one too many nights reading past her bedtime. Matilda simply sighed again as she got up and put her empty bowl in the kitchen sink before finishing getting ready for kindergarten. Matilda slipped on her favorite blue dress before carefully brushing her hair and tying it up with her red silk ribbon. After carefully going over her “special homework” from Miss Honey (8th grade algebra) she packed up her backpack and waited by the car. Soon Matilda was on her way to her most favorite place of all-school. Matilda smiled widely as she took her seat behind her best friend after saying good morning to Miss Honey. “Want to hear something crazy?” Matilda whispered to her friend. “The other night I think I broke my families TV set; with my mind!” “I think you’ve been reading too much.” Lavender said giggling. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” Matilda agreed smiling, but suddenly frowned when she was alerted by a sudden pressure coming from her bladder. Matilda looked at the clock checking to see how much time she had before class started. If the Trunchbull found her out in the hallway even a second after the bell rang! She didn’t even want to think about that! “You okay?” Lavender asked seeing the sudden serious expression on her friends face. “I have to go to the bathroom.” Matilda admitted blushing slightly. Normally she could hold it no problem, but today was show and tell and she didn’t want to be distracted at all. Suddenly the bell rang as everyone ran to their seats before the Trunchbull made her morning rounds. Everyone jumped slightly as a large stern looking woman with her hair pulled into a tight bun holding a leather riding crop stormed in un-announced. “Surprise inspection!” The Trunchbull yelled snapping the riding crop in her hand. “Everyone on your feet!” All the children, including Miss Honey, nervously sprang up at attention. “Textbooks have been going missing from my office!” The Trunchbull said walking up and down the row of children glaring at each and everyone of them as they all nervously averted their eyes. “I think I know just who the thief is!” The Trunchbull said glaring down onto the small brown haired girl. “Wormwood! Open your backpack!” Matilda gulped as she picked up her bag and unzipped it before having it suddenly snatched out of her hand and overturned onto the floor. Textbooks of various grade levels spilled onto the ground with loud thumps as the Trunchbull bent down to pick up the Intermediate Algebra book that under normal circumstances a kindergartener should have no business carrying around. “I-t’s not what it looks like!” Matilda stuttered as she felt the back of her dress grabbed. “Oh, I think It’s exactly what it looks like!” The Trunchbull said smiling maliciously while showing off her yellowing teeth. “You’ve been stealing books out of my office!” She spat. “Ms. Trunchbull, please-” Miss Honey started to say. “Shut up, Jen.” The fat woman said grabbing a fistful of Matilda’s hair from the back of her head causing the young girl to wince in pain as her eyes watered. “I’ve caught the thief red handed! Don’t try and cover for her!” She snarled pointing the riding crop at the blond woman who looked on with a look of horror on her face. “I’m taking the brat where she belongs and if you take one step out of this classroom you're fired!” She threatened while dragging Matilda through the hall and into her office. “No, please! Not the Chokee!” Matilda begged as she was drug along. “That’s exactly where you’re going you good for nothing thief!” She yelled opening a separate door that had several large nails and pieces of glass protruding from the inside. Matilda grimaced as the door was opened to reveal the tiny space only a child could fit in without being impaled by the sharp pointy objects. “Now stay there!” The Trunchbull said pushing the young girl into the corner and slamming the door closed and bolting it with several dead locks. Matilda whimpered as she stood in place while the door was shut leaving her in total blackness. Tears rushed into the young girls eyes as she stood trembling in the dark from fear. How long would she have to stay in here? An hour went by and then another as the cause of the girls trembling went from fear to her steadily filling bladder. She tried to take her mind off of it by thinking about the latest book she had read by Charles Dickens. Matilda moaned quietly shifting from foot to foot thankful that her small size allowed her that much room to move about. Her teacher, Miss Honey, had been giving her textbooks from more advanced grades to help her prepare for college. The Trunchbull must have noticed they had begun to go missing from the supply cabinet in her office. “I have to pee.” Matilda whispered in agony as she grabbed the front of her dress and bunched the material inside her legs to get a better hold. What was it that she had read about the human urinary system? Girls her age could only hold so many mls before their bladders gave up. Matilda moaned again as she used both her hands to press down in order to apply extra pressure. She didn’t dare call out for help for fear of her sentence inside the Chokee being doubled, or even tripled, but she was running out of time. If she had an accident who knows how the Trunchbull would punish her. Not just the Trunchbull, but her parents as well! Last time she wet the bed they hit her upside the head and took away all her books for a week! She was only three at the time to boot; she didn't want to know what would happen if her mom was called to the school to pick her up because she had wet. Matilda grimaced as she felt moisture beginning to enter her panties. She pressed down even harder and slightly bent her knees as much as the small space would allow. Another ten minutes in she had begun to leak for a second. Matilda wondered how long she had been in here. How many hours had it been? She moaned in desperation as a second longer leak escaped and then a third. “SOMEONE HELP!” She finally yelled out as the door began clanging as if someone was trying to open and close it without undoing the deadbolts. Finally after several hours Matilda lost control as she felt warm liquid beginning to trickle down her legs; slowly at first but picking up momentum as Matilda finally gave up and removed her hands as she sobbed. The steady stream of urine trickled and pattered onto the ground soaking her panties, socks, shoes and dress. Matilda continued to cry; she was hungry, tired, wet and miserable. Her eyes grew wide with fear as she heard someone approaching and undoing the dead bolt. There wasn’t enough time for her accident to have dried; there was no way to hide this. She clenched her eyes shut waiting for the worst as the door was quickly opened. “Oh, Matilda.” She heard as she opened her eyes to find a very worried looking Miss. Honey. “It’s okay, sweetie.” Miss Honey said pulling the girl out and wrapping her into a tight embrace while Matilda couldn’t help but cry and beg for forgiveness. “Honey, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.” Her teacher said kneeling down to her height and lightly tracing the girl’s tear streaked face with her palm. “I’m sorry!” Matilda continued to sob, but stopped when she felt herself suddenly get lifted into the air causing her to wrap her arms around Miss Honey’s neck as she buried her head in her shoulder as she was carried down the hall. “Please don’t call my parents.” She begged as she was set down in the bathroom. “Why not? I’m sure they’ll understand. Accidents happen-” “No! They won’t!” Matilda insisted locking her fear filled eyes with Ms. Honey’s. “I wet the bed when I was three and and.” She said starting to sob again. Ms. Honey bit her lip anxiously thinking of what to do. Clearly something had happened in the past to worry her this much. This was so unlike the normally mature girl. Ms. Honey finally nodded in understanding as she remembered the last run in she had had with Matilda’s parents. “Alright, honey, I won’t call your parents.” The teacher assured her. “How about you wait here and I’ll see if the nurse has anything.” “Okay.” Matilda agreed calming down some and went and hid in a cubicle until her teacher had returned. “Matilda, I’m back.” Ms. Honey said entering the girls bathroom carrying a dress as Matilda peaked her head out from the stall. “How about you go in the big stall.” She suggested as she began to dampen a washcloth in the sink before following the girl into the teachers only cubicle. “Go ahead and take off anything that’s wet.” Miss Honey instructed as Matilda was forced to remove, well, everything while Matilda blushed as Miss Honey began cleaning her wet skin. “I’m sorry, dear, but this is all the nurse had in the way of underwear.” Miss Honey said apologetically as she held up the babyish teddy bear print diaper. Matilda blushed furiously while Miss Honey helped her put it on still standing and tape it up. “I’m sorry.” Matilda apologized again looking away once they were back in the empty classroom. “This wasn’t your fault.” Miss Honey said kneeling down and wrapping her arms around the girl in a big hug. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. You were in there for four hours; I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner. Would you like to come over to my house after school? I can wash your clothes for you.” She offered referring to the bag Matilda kept hidden under her chair containing her soiled dress. “I’d like that.” Matilda nodded with a smile.

I’m currently going through some military grade writers block with no idea how to continue a story that’s hung around my neck like a sexually frustrated albatross. That said there’s a competition going on with the prompt of wetting in a boat and I have some free time for once. So i thought about writing something as a one shot to try and get some ideas flowing and maybe win a competition with a free story as a prize. Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to get back to writing after this. This story was written with the above prompt in mind but seeing as i’m a degenerate weeb with the habit of either making my entire unique universe with its own rules for a story or just making fanfiction for whatever i’m rewatching currently is it’s no in between o decided to make a Naruto fanfic. This story plays around with time using occasional flashbacks so I need to explain the setting. This is the Naruto universe with the story proper being set in one of the Shippūden filler hells with the flashbacks all being in the pre-timeskip filler hells. Basically, it’s all in generic filler hell where outside events don’t matter and you really don’t need to know what’s going on. Just know any flashback is from original series timeframe while the story proper is going on post-timeskip but definitely before the movie where they cut the moon in half. Characters of note are Hinata and Naruto as to be expected. History Repeats Itself Today was not a going to be a good day. Hinata knew that much ahead of time as soon as she was assigned her mission today. On the surface a delivery mission taking a crate by boat to a island off the coast of the land of fire wasn’t a bad thing; there was no real risk of sign of difficulty and the weather was suppose to be clear for the rest of the day. The mission was so simple that only two shinobi were assigned to job. Unfortunately though Hinata had been woken up early this morning without being given any more details than that. She didn’t even have the time to eat or drink anything more than a cup of tea this morning, or handle anything else for that matter. She thought about her abrupt morning as she downed another cup of tea at a ramen stand near the shore where she was suppose to meet her as of yet unidentified partner. “I hate it when they don’t give me any details like this.” Hinata thought to herself as she finished her third cup of tea for the morning in hopes of waking herself up. “Someone wakes me up with a knock on the door this morning, hands me a mission brief that didn’t even say who else they assigned to the job, and rush me out the door so fast I didn’t have time for breakfast, brushing my teeth, or even…” her thought trailed off as she rubbed her knees together for a moment contemplating the minor pressure in her abdomen. “Then they just hand me a crate and told me to to get her asap. Being a Chūnin has its advantages but these zero notice mission assignments aren’t one of them. I just wish it was a solo mission, I told Tsunade I hate going on long boat trips. Of course it’s not like I can tell her why.” She set down her fourth cup of tea and paid for her food before standing up and tying the bag holding the chest she was assigned to deliver onto her back. “I just hope they assigned another kunoichi for this. After last time I don’t think I can handle another 8 hour boat trip with a guy.” Her thoughts trailed off again for a moment as she walked towards the point on the shoreline to where the boat she was told to take was suppose to be resting. “They aren’t suppose to be there yet so hopefully I can find a place to go before they get her, I just hope there’s a building near here that has a toilet I can use.” Hinata grimaced, for all her years as a Ninja she still hated going outdoors and a bashful bladder she had yet to defeat meant that answering the call of nature around someone else was difficult to say the least, something that had lead to more than a few close calls and one mortifying experience. “It’ll be ok just as long as they didn’t pair me up with-“ Hinata’s train of thought came to an abrupt end when she looked to tiny sailboat she had to ride to her destination being pushed into the water by a familiar blond haired Shinobi in a orange jumpsuit. “Oh, Hey Hinata!” “Naruto!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. “What are you doing here?! I mean, I thought you were away on a mission?” She adjusted her tone in an attempt not to sound rude or upset. ”Oh yeah I was suppose to be on my way back to the village but I was in the area so granny Tsunade must have decided to have me come along on this. Got a messenger bird this morning.” Hinata’s face turned a familiar bright red and twisted with a barely concealed panic, less from her chronic shyness and more from a terrible, horrible, painfully embarrassing memory that she prayed to every god that would listen would never repeat itself. That memory had now been forcefully thrust back into her mind like a kunai straight to her brain as she began to dread that history would repeat itself. “Oh, that’s great… Um, hold on. We don’t need to leave just yet. I think I’ll check the woods around here, make sure I wasn’t followed.” She ran off well past the tree line and beyond any line of sight before he had a chance to respond and quickly found a place secluded by a cluster of trees and shrubbery. She quickly positioned herself in a squat and pulled down her pants before trying to relive herself in a panic. “Come on come on, I needed to go just a second ago.” She silently whimpered to herself. Despite the need she had felt only a moment ago her body stalwartly refused and rejected any attempt to open her floodgates. The thought that Naruto might hear her had subconsciously brought her body into such a state of panic that she hardly even felt the desire to pee anymore. ”Hinata, are you ok? We should probably leave soon, it’s a pretty long trip.” Naruto yelled at her from the distance. Hinata panicked again and hastily pulled her pants up before running back to the shore. “Yes, i’m fine. Sorry, I was just being paranoid.” She hopped onto the boat before Naruto opened the sails and they pushed off from the beach. She knew that today was not going to be a good day. ################################### Hinata’s mind turned to the memory that shook her to her core before. She remembered a time when Team 8 had been assigned to deliver a chest containing a gift from the lord of the land of fire to another noble family to commemorate a wedding or some such event that didn’t really concern them. The mission was significant but no danger outside of bandits was expected so Kurenai and her team were given the mission, with the exception that they were told to bring Naruto along because he had been complaining about a lack of missions lately. She thought back to where things began to go south, they had just arrived to to the riverfront and were stopping for tea and a meal before leaving. ”Come on. This isn’t like when we were in the woods this morning, Naruto kun isn’t gonna hear me… WHAT IF HE HEARS ME!?” She thought to herself in fright and frustration while her body refused to release the water that it had held prisoner since last night. Hinata had taken the opertunity to stop in a bathroom in the back of the tea house while everyone else was eating. She had tried too relieve herself this morning before everyone else woke up but the idea that Naruto might hear her and walk out to see what was going on made her bladder seal itself shut. Even though she was in a clean bathroom this time Naruto was less than 10 meters away. What is he heard her? ”Hinata! We’re leaving, her out here!” A very annoyed Kurenai yelled at her from outside. ”Coming! Hinata yelled before pulling her pants up and running outside. The group made their way to the river boat before Kurenai explained the plan. “Ok listen up. Kiba will patrol the left side of the river while Shino will patrol the right side. Run ahead of us and make sure there isn’t a ambush. This thing is too big for us to take on foot and no convent roads let us take a wagon so we’re stuck using this, but that doesn’t mean we need to open ourselves up to a trap. Hinata will stay with me and Naruto on the boat to protect that cargo. If either of you see anything send up a flair and make your way back here.” Hinata blushed for a second. “Um, Kurenai sensei, why am I staying on the boat?” Shino and Kiba are good at detecting the presence of enemies by smell or scouting so they’re good for finding threats at range. I’m having them scout ahead to spot anyone waiting for us. You have 360 degree vision and impressive perception so you can spot anyone coming close to us. I’m here to protect that cargo and Naruto is terrible at anything but fighting so he would be wasted anywhere but here.” ”Hey!” Naruto yelled. Kiba laughed before agreeing and Shino nodded at the plan. The two ran into the woods flanking the river and Kurenai untethered the boat before shoving off with Naruto and Hinata in toe. A few hours passed as the pressure in Hinata’s lower body grew from a nagging annoyance to a constant distracting sensation. She stood on the opposite side of the ship from Naruto, activating her Byakugan every few minutes to check for threats. The sound of running water started to wear on her. Her focus became scattered and concentrating on anything turned into a task in and of itself. She rubbed her knees together as she looked over her shoulder. Naruto was sitting on the other side of the ship leaning against the mast. He grumbled something under his breath. “Man I wish something would happen!” ”Naruto the point of this is that something isn’t suppose to happen. A mission where no combat happens is a mission well done.” Kurenai said with a scolded tone. ”Bit that’s lame, fighting people is the best part of being a Ninja. This is so bored. Nothing to do but listen to the sound of running water just flowing on and on and on. Gushing over rocks. Slipping through gaps. Swirling around and around before just going down stream, probably over a waterfall eventually. Man this is making me thirsty just thinking about all that water.” Naruto said with a bored expression on his face. Hinata visibly cringed as her knees pulled closer together while Naruto kept spouting his meandering thoughts about running water. Kurenai’s eye twitched for a second before speaking. “Naruto look over here.” As soon as Naruto looked up Hinata saw Kurenai make a hand sign, causing Naruto’s eyes to slam shut before he began to snore. ”Kurenai sensei, why did you do that-“ Hinata’s thoughts were interrupted when Kurenai stood up and began fiddling with her skirt. She hiked up the front of her skirt and pulled her underwear down to her knees, a sight that made Hinata shit up and turn around. “I had a lot of tea this morning and he wouldn’t shut up.” A loud hiss erupted behind Hinata’s back from the part of the ship where Kurenai of standing. Despite having her back turned Hinata had had her Byakugan activated and saw the massive amount of urine contained in Kurenai’s body filter down and gush out from her body over the side of the ship. She was standing up and directing the flow by pulling her womanhood upwards with her hand, a trick Hinata had seen her use before and that Kurenai had offered to teach her, but one Hinata was never brave or adventurous enough to try. ”Hinata I know you need to pee, there’s no shame in it. Everyone has to do it. I put him to sleep with a genjutsu. I’ll undo it in a minute but you should go now while he’s out.” Hinata blushed visible, the sound of Kurenai relieving herself making her need much more apparent. She disengaged her Byakugan and looked ahead at the river. “That’s ok sensei, I don’t need to-“ Kurenai’s stream died down before she readjusted her clothing and began to speak. “Listen Hinata, this is a conversation I’ve been needing to have with you for a while. This is a problem. You always hold it way too long and ignore basic biological needs because it’s embarrassing for you. Even if you don’t want to let me teach you how to pee without leaving yourself vulnerable you really need to get over this, it’s effecting your abilities as a Kunoichi. You’re not using your Byakugan very much because of this.” ”How did you-“ ”Because my chakra control gets sloppy when I hold it too long too.” Kurenai interrupted. “Everyone’s does. It screws up your focus. I use to have the same hang ups. I once wet myself on a mission because I was paired up with all guys and wasn’t comfortable just speaking up. Before that one of my genjutsu broke because my focus was screwed up from trying not to piss myself. That screwup almost got people killed! This isn’t your teacher talking to her student, this is a woman talking to a woman. This is something you need to get over eventually or you’re getting someone hurt.” Hinata adjusted her posture to hide her desperation and stood in silence for a second. Kurenai sighed. “I’m undoing the genjutsu on him now. If you don’t go now i’m not putting him under another.” Kurenai waited for a second before making another hand sign that caused Naruto to jolt awake. ”Huh, what happened?” ”You dozed off, keep your eyes peeled. That goes for you too Hinata.” ################################## Hinata listened to the sea waves rock the boat back and forth. Her bladder was nagging her more than this morning as the tea she drunk was beginning it’s death march to its point of eventual departure. It was bad enough that she would have looked for a place to escape too a few hours ago, now it was becoming a serious issue. She had made a point to strengthen her bladder to deal with her problem, but even still it was starting to worry her. ”Hinata, how you holding up?” ”What?” Hinata jolted to attention. ”It’s a long trip. You thirsty?” Naruto said before pulling a bottle of something out of his bag. ”Oh, no thanks. I’m fine.” Hinata said in embarrassment. In truth her mouth was starting to get dry but she refused to put any more liquid into her system. “I just don’t like sailing is all.” ”Yeah you seemed a little distant. I don’t blame you for being nervous after last time.” Naruto said as he took a drink out of the container he brought with him before stowing it away. ”LAST TIME?!” Hinata said with a scared tone. She began to think to herself. “Did he find out what happened? I thought he never knew? OH NOOOOOO!” ”Yeah, the last time we were on a boat mission delivering something we lost the cargo. Remember?” Naruto said with a confused look. ”Oh… right. I remember.” Hinata said in equal parts relieve and dejection. She remembered that failed mission all too well. ”Anyway, want to go to the beach after this? We never go on missions with just two of us. Might be fun to swim or something.” Naruto said as he stared into Hinata’s eyes. ”He. Wants. To. Spend. Time. Alone. With. ME?!?!” Hinata’s face turned blood red with a massive smile before she felt a slight damp spot appear in her underwear. Her mind turned to panic as she slammed her flood gates shut, stopping the flow just as a tiny leak had formed. “AHHHHHH NO NO NO NOOOO WHY THAT MAKE ME ALMOST- AHHHHHHH!” She screamed internally. ”Hinata? Are you ok?” Naruto asked with some concern. Hinata collected herself, briefly looking down to confirm that the minuscule leak from before hadn’t shown on her pants. “I’m find, that sounds fun.” She said with a smile before turning around. “But we can talk about that after we land, we need to stay focused.” ”Oh yeah, I guess you’re right.” Hinata looked down to her stomach and activated her Byakugan. She looked at her muscles and internal structure before directing her index finger at her lower stomach. She began to run through ideas in her mind. “Time for some drastic measures. Gentle fist binding palm, flood gate.” She shot a jet of chakra out of her finger to below her bladder, striking her urethral sphincter and causing it to forcefully clamp shut. She felt a slight rush of discomfort rush through her body as her holding muscles spasmed shut tightly. She had created this technique as a emergency precaution a few years ago to avoid a a potential emergency like the last time she was in this position; using chakra points to lock her muscles shut made accidents mostly impossible with the downside that her bladder control was significantly worse for a while once it wore off. But she knew that she should be fine as long as she doesn’t exert herself. “That mission was kind of a disaster wasn’t it.” Naruto said with a laugh. ”Yeah… pretty bad.” Hinata said as her thoughts trailed off. ################################### Hinata kept to her routine of frequently scanning the river every few minutes with her Byakugan and focusing to keep her bladder under control for the next few hours. Her conversation with Kurenai still hung heavy in her mind. “Is it really such a problem?” Hinata thought to herself. “I mean it’s been a issue for me a few times before but is this really something I need to worry about? It’s only been a problem on a couple missions. And most of the time I can just excuse myself and go away from everyone else. It’s just that when Naruto is around…” Naruto fidgeted as he had been doing for the last 15 minutes or so. “Hey Kurenai sensei. Is it ok if I head up the cliff side for a minute?” ”No, we stay here and keep to the plan.” ”Ok but is it ok if I, uh, well I kinda gotta go.” Naruto said with a laugh. ”mKurenai turned her back to him and looked forward down stream. “Go ahead. Not like it’s anything to worry about.” Kurenai said in a statement that Hinata felt like a brick to the head. Before Hinata could say anything she heard Naruto unzipping his pants. She heard a loud hiss trickling down past the side of the boat and a satisfied “ahhhhhh” escape his lips. Hinata blushed as the sound caused her bladder to spasm, forcing a squirt of urine to escape. She shoved her hands between her legs and shivered with embarrassment and desperation. “No no no please. I can’t wet myself here. Not like this. Not in front of him.” A few more spurts managed to escape before she wrestled control back. She looked down to see a small wet patch that she was only able to hide by pulling the front of her coat down. She shoved her left hand in between her thighs as a precaution to prevent this from happening again. “I… I just. I can’t believe I almost wet myself like that in front of Kurenai sensei, and Naruto.” ”Ahhhh. That feels better.” Naruto said with a chuckle. ”Hinata, i’m feeling a little uneasy right now. Do you see anyone with your Byakugan?” Kurenai whispered back to her. ”I-“ Hinata yelped, too afraid to remove her hand from its current position and divert her focus to activate them. “Hold on, just give me a second.” ”Hinata-” Kurenai barked before grabbing at her arm with a gasp. The two genin looked to see a needle dripping some purple fluid buried in her shoulder. They looked back to inspect the sound of a splash that followed to see a figure jumping out of the water with a crossed out village of the hidden mist headband. “Water dragon jutsu” A massive dragon made of liquid enraged from the river and impacted Kurenai who’s reactions seemed slowed, knocking her off the boat. The rogue shinobi charged after her while two other less distinguished figures jumped out of the water on the side near Naruto. “Damnit they were using the sound of the water to hide. Shadow clone jutsu!” Naruto shouted before creating a group of clones and charging after the new arrivals. Hinata righted her stance, unsure if she should charge to help Naruto or stay by the cargo. Before she could think of what to do next a kunoichi jumped out of the water near her and ran in to attack. “Gentle fist 32 palms!” She reacted with a attacks causing him to vanish in a splash. A splash that missed her but brought attention to a growing warmth in her lower body. In her panic her fragile hold over her needs had given way and a flood had began. Her pants were filling with a cascade of pee that left her paralyzed. “NO NO NO!” She said to herself thrusting her hands down in a futile attempt to regain control as her piss was flooding downward to the floor of the boat. Before she could think of what to do next the woman who had created the clone she just struck kicked her in the back of the head, sending her off the boat. “Water Clone Jutsu!” She created four more clones that lifted the chest they were tasked with delivering and ran towards the cliff. The two shinobi naruto was fighting disappeared in a explosion of steam before the apparent leader who was battling Kurenai clapped his hands together. “Hidden mist jutsu!” He summoned a tick mist and ran off following the girl from before. By the time they all found each other Kurenai was almost to the point of collapsing from the poison that rogue Jōnin had used on her and the two of them had fled to far to track easily. After they got Kurenai to a place to treat the poison Kiba and Shino had lost the sent of the pair. She recovered quickly but the mission went down as team 8’s first abject failure. ############################### Hinata sighed in frustration. Thinking back to that mission had always made her upset and this had left to glued in her brain. And to make things worse her bladder had escalated from a discomfort to a major problem. Almost to the point of being painful. She knew that if it wasn’t for her locking her muscles shit they would have given out almost an hour ago. ”Hey Hinata, is something wrong?” Naruto asked. ”What? Why do you ask?” Hinata asked awkwardly. ”Its just you’ve been more quite than usual. I mean you’re usually pretty quite but you haven’t said much of anything for, what, 6 hours now? Are you mad at me or something?” ”What? No! I just… this just reminds me of the first mission I failed is all” Hinata said pulling her knees together and leaning backwards. We never caught those two and Kurenai was mad at me is all. I could have seen those two if I was using my Byakugan that whole time. We failed because of me.” ”Its not your fault, I fell for their bait hook line and sinker. She used transformed water clones to lure me away. If I had stayed behind then it wouldn’t have happened.” Naruto said laying down on the boat, bring his head near Hinata’s waist. Hinata blushed and moved her legs apart. “No you’re a better fighter than me. If I had done my job I could have taken care of those clones and-“ she stopped speaking abruptly and threw a pair of Kunai at a patch of empty water. Two shinobi jumped out of the water and stood on the ocean surface, a older man and a young woman. “Damnit! Daddy she must have saw us!” ”Nice catch Hinata!” Naruto yelled before creating a group of clones. ”I saw them with my Byakugan, I’ll handle this!” Hinata shouted before assuming a defensive position. ”Water dragon jutsu!” The older man shouted before summoning a pair of water dragons and sending them after the boat. Naruto charged to counter them with pair of clones using a rasengan, charging after the main user himself. The younger girl created a dozen water clones before charging after Hinata. “Hey you two are familiar, Daddy and I attacked you before didn’t we? You’re that girl that p-“ Her taunt was cut off as Hinata flew into a attack. “64 palms!” She destroyed the group of clones and knocked out the girl that summoned them, sending her falling onto the deck of the boat. She smiled for a second before looking down, feeling a all to familiar sensation spreading across her womanhood. She resisted the urge to shoot her hands down to try and staunch the flow as a sense of embarrassment crawled up her spine. “I need to keep an eye out for any others. Besides, I can tell I can’t stop this anyway.” Her whole body shivered and quaked as the feeling of humiliation and relief mingled and spread through her. That mixed with a strange sense of pride in overcoming her embarrassment to defeat a old enemy, in not fighting her desperation and focusing on a real danger. The whole thing left her mortified and elated, excited in a way she couldn’t quite put to words. She felt the fabric of her pants and underwear cling tightly to her form as her flood slowed to a crawl. The thought that this all happened near Naruto left her feeling like she wanted to roll over and die, but also like another need was making itself known between her legs that she desperately wanted to address. “Why am I feeling like this. I feel terrible but… errr I also wanna- No that has to wait for later. I need to tie her up while she’s passed out, and keep and eye out for if anything happens. As she finished tying her up Naruto jumped over with the father who he had knocked out in almost as short a time. He jumped down in front of her and set the man down on the ship. “Hey Hinata, mind tying him up too. It’s good thing you spotted him, that poison could have been-“ Naruto froze when he looked down to see the very apparent wet patch that had blossomed from Hinata. She froze up in time, blushing pure red trying to think of a way out of this. “NO NO NO! Think of a excuse. She uses water jutsu, that’s easy. Just tell him she splashed you or something. That’s believable right!” She thought to herself. “NARUTO I JU-“ Her voice stoped as soon as she saw a damp patch growing from Naruto’s crotch. Hinata froze up entirely while Naruto just laughed. “Hey don’t worry. If we’re both embarrassed there’s no reason to bring it up to anyone else, right?” Hinata was left speechless. The fact Naruto just wet himself to make her feel less awkward struck feelings into her that she couldn’t quite put into words. “O-ok. Yeah let’s just not bring it up.” Maybe today was pretty good after all.

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This is a new story series if mine that I've mentally been working on for a while, and have big plans for (possibly up to 15-20 chapters!) Knowing me though, i always run out of steam after a while. But I really like this idea and want to give it a go, so here is chapter one! BE WARNED! This series will include messing as a common theme, so if that's not your vibe, no worries. But some of the stories will be wetting only, such as chapter one. I won't differentiate from here on out though, so read at your own peril. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- High school can either be hell, or it can be meh. For me, it was the later, up until my junior year. I had my group of friends and I got along well enough with everyone, but there was nothing spectacular going on in my life. No big sports teams, no shows or plays I'm acting in, and worst of all, no girlfriend. That is, until I started talking to Abby. She and I technically grew up together, in the sense that we've always gone to the same school and known who the other was, but that's about it. Our friend groups never really overlapped, but there was never any animosity either. Abby and I shared 4th period English, which we had right before lunch. We sat together in class and got to know one another a little better, although very casually at first. And as luck would have it, neither of us actually shared our lunch break with any of our friends, so as we got to know each other better, we started eat lunch together as well, meaning we'd spend two straight hours together every day. We learned we shared a lot of the same interests. We both liked to play video games, we both enjoyed being fairly active and going on hikes, watching sports and movies, and a few other things! She was also just a lot of fun too. She was always looking to something wild, like jump across a big gap, try to do a cartwheel down the crowded halls, stuff like that. She was also always up for dates, I would constantly over hear her and her friends and she'd say something like "ya dare me to??" In response to something and I'd laugh. Naturally, as it tends to happen in high school, Abby and I got to flirting. We became fast friends in class and during lunch. We started working together on assignments, and started sharing more and more about our lives. We hadn't explicitly started going steady yet, but if you stared long enough you could certainly tell we were flirting. I'd star at her a little too long, she'd punch me on the arm, I'd try to laugh with her as much as I could, she'd dress a little nice, a little more provocative even on some days. It's here where I suppose I should share how we both look. I'm you're average looking guy for the most part. 6 feet, normal build, red hair, normal sense of style. I'm by no means ugly, but I'm not an Adonis either. Abby though... She was a knockout. She was 5'6, brown wavy hair, brown eyes and legs to die for. She had a gift from god, in that she had a massive booty without even trying. Her chest might be considered small to some, but she was gorgeous to me. Although, id never shared any of this with her. It's also at this point I should mention I have a fairly serious piss and shit fetish... After all, you're here reading this! I just can't get enough of it, I absolutely love it when a girl has to go so bad she does it in her pants. Accidents, panties, leggings, diapers, all freaking fantastic. But as with most of us, unfortunately it's been just that, a fantasy. Or so I thought. "Hey Alex!" Abby said to me as she walked into class. "Hey!" I said back. Abby walked over to where I was sitting and sat right on top of my desk. "Guess what!" She said excitedly. I squeezed out a "Wh--" before she cut me off. "I've got the weekend to myself!! My parents are going on a mini vacation, which means I'll be home alone, thank GOD. I need a break from them so bad." Abby said to me. "Oh awesome!" I replied. I choose my next words very carefully. "Got any big plans this weekend then?" "Nah not really" she said. "I'm just so happy I get to have a free weekend for once." I was about to muster up the courage to ask if she wanted to do something together, but just as I was going to our teacher walked in the room, and Abby slid off my desk and into hers beside me, as class began. Class went on as normal, and we got to working on this and that, reading and writing. Over the duration of the class, I noticed Abby started to get really fidgety. I made a mental note of it, but didn't think much of it at the time, as my brain was squarely focused on English instead of in the gutter. Class had maybe ten minutes left when she leans over to me and says: "I really have to pee." These words did bring me out of my focus on school, and I practically did a double take when she said it. To keep me cool though I gave a slight chuckle and just shook my head, as not to draw suspicion from her or the teacher. Class finished up, with Abby fidgeting and bouncing her legs constantly. However, she had a problem ahead, and we both knew it. Our classroom was rather far from the lunchroom, meaning if we didn't get there fast, we would wait in line for food, not get a table, or both. So if she went to the bathroom ahead of time, we'd certainly be waiting a while to eat. So when class was over she asked me, "do you think I have time to run to the bathroom before lunch?" "I doubt it, it's nacho day and look, people Are already running that way!" I said, gesturing to our classmates rushing out the door. "Oh shoot, fine let's go, I'm starving!" She said back. We immediately got going, and was able to get in line without having to wait too long. Once we sat down at a table I said to her, "you can go ahead and go to the bathroom, I'll keep your seat." I know this goes against what I deeply wanted inside, but I'm not about to out that part of myself right here in the lunchroom. "Ugh no, I do still have to go pretty bad but I'm starving, let's just eat." I just shrugged, and got to chowing down, since I was hungry too. We had a table to ourselves surprisingly, and we enjoyed laughing and talking as we would normally do every day. We also flirted pretty hard core as well. Abby had touched my arm a few times, which hadn't gone unnoticed by me, and I kept sticking my leg out a little farther so it would bump into hers. You know, harmless high school flirting. "You're too funny Alex I can't believe you!" She said to me laughing, after I made a dirty joke. "Hey, I just call it like I see it!" I said back. She deep sighed then said to me, "fuck I really have to pee now, I won't make it through another class." "Well go then!" I said back to her. "What, here??" She said to me, incredulously. I did another double take, and quickly laughed to Avery any tension that may have caused. "No you goon, go to the bathroom!" "Ooooooh hahaha!" She said, laughing very hard. I joined in and kept laughing. But then, she really blew my mind, and all inhibitions went out the window. As we stopped laughing, she got a look in her eyes, leaned over and said, "Dare me to go right here?" I paused. My heart literally shit from 70 bpm to over 100 in a second. I locked eyes with her and paused, knowing I'd have to play this very carefully. Is she playing with me? Is she serious? Joking? I answered with a laugh. "Oh yeah like peeing in the lunchroom is a good idea." "Why not?? The school bathrooms are nasty, and I really have to go, who's gonna know??" She said, doubling down. I replied, "what're you gonna do, just drop your pants and squat?? Everyone would see you!" "No, I'd go in my pants! I'm wearing black leggings, no one will see!" Now my heart shot up to 120 bpm. "You wouldn't." I said "It wouldn't be the first time I've peed myself." She said in a whisper. Now, my heart nearly stopped. Then I said, "Ok Abby, you're on. I dare you!" "What do I get if I do it??" She said to me with a punch of the arm. I figured since I'd gotten this far, why not go for broke. I took a deep breath, and prayed. "If you do it, you win a date with yours truly?" Her eyes widened, but then she gave me another look and touched my arm and said. "What do you get out of this?" I thought about it and said with a wink, "I think I win either way." She was silent for another moment, then just stared me down. She said "deal", with a wink, then she straightened up. I still couldn't believe she was actually going through with this and said, "Wait so your actually gonna do it??" "Yes!" She said. "I want to win that date you offered!" This time, I was speechless. I might have even been in love. I couldn't get another word out before she closed her eyes, took a deep breathe, and said, "I'm going now" She was sitting across from me so I couldn't see what was happening, but I could see every other tell tale sign. She closed her eyes, shook a little, then sat absolutely still. I heard the smallest of drops as her pee went from the crotch her pants, off the chair and onto the floor, but most of it was actually stopped up by her black leggings. I even could smell it a little, although that was much harder to tell. "I can't believe you're peeing yourself " I said in disbelief. "I can't either!" She said back to me. I got so incredibly aroused in that moment, it was very difficult not to show it or give anything away about how I felt in the moment. I was just in heaven, watching Abby be in absolute bliss as she emptied her bladder into her pants. "There, all done!" She said to me with a wicked smile. "That was absolutely amazing" I said before I could catch myself. "Amazing huh??" She said back to me. I was now in panic mode. Had I said to much? I stammered away, "oh I mean... Uh... I uh..." She laughed. "No you're right it was pretty amazing! I've never done that in such a public place before! Feels so naughty of me!" "Haha yeah!" Was all I could force out of me. Then there was a silence for a few seconds as we kind of just stared at each other. "So I guess I win that date, right?" She said to me, softly. Before I could respond, the lunch bell rang, signaling we had to get to our next class. Abby started getting up, while I still sat there in disbelief of everything. I was able to muster a smile right as she was about to turn and walk away "Call me later!" She said, again with that trademark smile of hers. And she started walking away. "I will!!" I yelled back to her. She turned and took a few steps backwards while looking at me and smiling. Then she did a quick "I still can't believe I did that" smile before turning away again. I just stared at her ass as long as I could, I didn't care if anyone saw me. I saw the wet spot all up her ass checks and halfway down her legs. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. The rest of the day went be in a flash. I could hardly think about anything else after what had happened in the lunch room. I was on cloud nine, and couldn't wait to go out with Abby! I still couldn't believe it all! Once I was home later that night, I gave Abby a call. She answered in the second ring. "Hey you!" She said in a happy tone. "Hey! What's up?" I said back. "Nothing much, just trying to finish up some homework. How about you?" She said. "Same, I'm tired of working haha." I was quickly running out of things to say, I didn't exactly know how to approach the elephant in the room, which was her peeing herself in lunch today. Luckily though, she did that for me. "So I bet you're still thinking about lunch today, right?" She said. "As a matter of fact I am! What tipped it off?" I said. "Well I'm still thinking about it too! It's still so crazy to me! I've had accidents before, but never like that!" She said. I replied, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, "woah woah, you have??" "Haha of course!" She said with a laugh. "Plenty of times. At the pool, at work, on road trips, I guess I just don't have the best bladder!" We both laughed at that one. "But I gotta ask, this doesn't gross you out? Most guys always scream "ew" if I pee myself in front of them." In a rush I said, "no! No, it doesn't gross me out at all!" "Why?" And there it was. I had a choice to make, and I had to make it fast. Do I lie? Do I tell the truth, that it's a fetish of mine? Would it gross her out? Is that too forward? I decided to try and split the difference between the truth and a lie. "I don't know, I mean it just doesn't. I've seen a couple of people pee themselves before, it's whatever. Besides, you looked pretty cute as you did it too!" As you can tell, I decided to fucking send it. I'd already gotten this far by doing essentially nothing, let's see what doing something gets me. She paused just long enough to get me to panic a little, before saying: "Oooho really now! Well that's certainly good to know!" She said with what I could tell was delight in her voice. I stuck the landing, for now. "Haha yeah, so you've got nothing to worry about if you ever have another accident while I'm around!" I replied. She laughed, saying "I'm glad to hear that!" We both laughed, before we continued talking about other things. We ended up setting up our first actual "date," or "hang out," whatever label you want to call it. She made good on that bet, so we decided to go see a movie.

Happy holidays! This story is because @Edward45 suggested I do a story based on the premise of the old John Sniper story about a softball team. I expanded on it. Fair warning there is messing content in part because it's based on a story with such and there's sexual content - I particularly think I may have lost some realism in the last two sections but hopefully y'all enjoy anyway. My favorite job was a position I had as a college student. I was a sports physiology major so I got to apply to team manager positions, where I would assist our small college’s D3 teams with various responsibilities and errands. I got to be the team manager of our women’s volleyball team. It was not lost on me that I would thus be spending a lot of time with attractive and fit peers of mine. One thing I didn’t know was how much bodily functions would play a role… I was a junior when I started and the beginning of the year was pretty straightforward, learning the ropes and getting to know the team. Our coach, Coach Kaminski, was a grumpy old guy who didn’t do much except stand around and bark orders. I mostly stayed out of his way and learned my duties from our Assistant Coach, Coach Taylor, and members of our team. Early on, I learned our team had quite a few players graduate the year before and had a lot of seniors on the team. There were our two team captains, Sarah - a blonde woman who partied hard and played harder - and Michelle, a tall brunette who also did dance semi-competitively. Shelley, a shorter and curvaceous brunette, was also a senior, along with a tall half-Black woman named Eva. That left six more players who would return next year (juniors Jessica, Taylor, and Devin, sophomores Lauren and Whitney, and our lone freshman recruit, Charlotte). In order to bolster our meager freshman recruiting and make the team sustainable, we held tryouts as practice was about to begin. After a first round where we weeded out the truly unathletic, we narrowed down the second round to five girls. Four were freshmen - Daniela, Jasmin, Leslie, and Aveline - and one was a junior, Mia. We honestly were planning on signing all five, but wanted to see more about where they were in their skills and what position they’d play as. Additionally, we had funding to offer scholarships of a varying degree and had to figure out who was getting what level of scholarship. This is all boring logistics, but the tryouts themselves was anything but for me for a very specific reason. Coach Kaminski couldn’t be bothered to run tryouts, so Coach Taylor would be running it alongside our captains, Sarah and Michelle. We were to meet in the gymnasium and when I got there, all five recruits were already waiting, all lounging by the bleachers chatting. We were waiting for Coach Taylor to arrive and unlock the locker room. Aveline was already in gear, wearing a form-fitting long sleeve shirt and black volleyball shorts, but the others needed to change. Aveline was a tall dark-skinned woman with long straight black hair all the way down her back. She had it in a ponytail for athletic events, but it still went very far down. I didn’t know how she wasn’t on our recruiting radar previously, but not only was she the perfect build for a blocker, she was the star player on her high school team. I later learned she was half-Native and half-Black from a rough background and went to a pretty overlooked and run-down high school, so that’s why she never ended up on a recruiter’s radar. Back to the try-outs, I didn’t have keys to the women’s locker room (obviously) so I took a seat beside Sarah and Michelle, our team captains, who I knew pretty well at this point. They both needed to change, as well. Jessica was in a team t-shirt but it was tucked into a denim miniskirt, while Michelle was wearing a sleeveless green dress that came down to right above her knees. I glanced over to the recruits, who were huddled together. Daniela seemed to have come straight from some professional event or class presentation, wearing a black halter top and high waisted grey dress pants. The short Latina had short, straight black hair down almost to her shoulders. She was probably the most iffy recruit, with a sparse athletic background, but she hustled hard and proved naturally gifted at the back row positions. Leslie and Mia, meanwhile, were both on the track team (but not cross country, otherwise they’d have previous commitments) and in fact, Mia was a known potential recruit when she was a high school senior but she chose to focus on track at the time. I suppose now she felt she could juggle both and brought along her freshman teammate. Leslie was a tall and thin Asian wearing a college sweater and black jeans, her medium-length wavy black hair that was usually down now up in a ponytail for the tryout. Mia was a strawberry blonde with short wavy hair and was shorter than Leslie. Mia was wearing the track team t-shirt and blue running shorts. I think Leslie did long jump and Mia did pole vault. Either way, both were already extremely athletic and that carried over regardless of the sport. Jasmin, finally, was a muscular Black girl with her hair in shoulder-length locs. She was wearing black leggings and a sports bra. Given her physique, I’d have to imagine she came straight from a gym workout. She looked more like a power weight lifter than a volleyball player, but her muscular strength didn’t stop her from being quick and able to jump high. So, despite not being particularly tall, her athletic skills would translate just fine to volleyball. Sarah and Michelle weren’t very conversational, giving one word responses to certain questions and not keeping the conversation going. It didn’t seem anything to do with me, they just seemed distracted. Sarah, in particular, was rocking back and forth before settling down to a bent over position, arms hugging her own stomach. Given the lack of conversation, my eyes wandered to the group of recruits. They, too, seemed restless. Mia was jiggling her legs rapidly, while Leslie and Aveline seemed stiff and awkward, not engaging with each other. Daniela had actually gotten up and was pacing back and forth by the door to the locker room. As she walked away from me, I could see clear pantylines through her dress pants. Jasmin, too, stood up, but not to pace. Jasmin leaned on the edge of the bleachers, bending over a little and crossing her legs. She bit her lips and seemed to shiver as she stood. It was dawning on me what was going on - they needed to use the bathroom. I could see Aveline glancing at the clock as she began to bounce her legs a little. Leslie escalated to one hand by her crotch, but seemed to be doing best among the recruits in hiding her desperation. Jasmin bent over even more while Mia actively had both hands holding her crotch, her desperation clear as day at this point. It wasn’t going much better with the team captains. I heard a low fart and looked back to see Sarah blushing. She stood up and I saw a glimpse up her miniskirt to see pink panties as she made her way to the locker room door. As she did that, I saw I could also see up Michelle’s green dress, her white thong visible due to her sitting on the bleacher a couple steps above mine. She was also restless, jiggling her left leg - which is why her legs were no longer closed and I could see her underwear. As Sarah banged on the locker room door, I saw Daniela come to a standstill by the door as well. Daniela’s dress pants hid nothing as a splotch appeared. She bent over and thrust her hands in her crotch, raising each leg in turn as she had a potty dance, essentially. Meanwhile, Leslie crossed one leg over the other, her hand pinned against her crotch. Mia, though, seemed absolutely still despite having been bouncing her legs with her hands in her crotch a moment ago. She almost seemed to relax, and I wondered if she was letting go… Sarah, too, went still. She stopped banging the door and jiggling the handle and she crossed her legs tightly as she stood, gripping the door handle. She seemed to bend over a little. She was still for about thirty seconds and I thought I saw glistening on the back of her legs but it didn’t seem she flooded herself. However, when she finally straightened up, she turned around and placed her back to the wall, her cheeks and ears bright red in embarrassment. She played with the back of her skirt, pulling them away and down and feeling her behind. While that was happening, Daniela bent over again and I saw the wet spot grow larger than her hands could cover. She continued pacing, now with one hand permanently in her crotch. From behind, I could see a fist-sized wet spot as well. I heard another fart echo through the gymnasium, but this time it seemed Jasmin was the embarrassed one. Jasmin turned to rush to the locker room door but froze again. She was still gripping the side of the bleachers, but with her back facing me I could see a bulge clearly begin to form as it escaped her tightly clenched cheeks in her black leggings. A glistening appeared as well and raced down her legs as she fully lost control. By the time she was finished, the bulge was the size of an orange and clearly visible while her legs were totally wet. Everyone obviously noticed, but no one was in a position to comment themselves. At that moment, though, I heard the gymnasium door open and saw the assistant coach walk in. I heard rustling beside me and saw Michelle begin to stand up. I got one last glimpse up her dress and saw her white thong had a clear dark spot where she must have leaked. Michelle then hurried to the door as the coach got there and unlocked the door. The coach pretended not to notice the desperate athletes. Daniela rushed in immediately, followed by Sarah, Michelle, and Jasmin. Mia entered next and I saw she did wet herself as the back of her blue shorts were entirely soaked. As Leslie got up, I saw she had a wet spot on her black jeans as well, though she hadn’t lost complete control it seemed. Aveline got up next and I couldn’t tell from a distance if she was wet or not until she started walking from the bleachers to the door. I could see glistening on her legs so she must have been leaking as she walked. It took me a few seconds to recover from what I saw, but eventually I went up to the coach and began helping her set up the tryouts. The tryouts themselves went without a hitch and there was no evidence, either physical or psychological, of the embarrassing incidents that happened earlier - except Aveline’s volleyball shorts seemed faintly to have a darker spot, but it was extremely hard to tell unless you were looking for it. At the end, we offered the good news that they were all accepted and gave them all some financial compensation - including a full ride for Aveline. The assistant coach, who was black, was also particularly happy with the newfound diversity of the team with our recruits. Aveline was to join Michelle and Eva as blockers while Leslie and Jasmin were to be hitters alongside Taylor, Lauren, and Charlotte. Jasmin would also train to be a serving specialist, trained by our current Jessica. Daniela and Mia would be back-up defensive specialists behind Whitney and Devin, with Daniela being trained to be a setter behind Sarah since Sarah was a senior and the setter was the most critical. If Daniela could be ready before the season really started, too, having two setters would be a game changer. Mia, meanwhile, was also training to be a libero, behind our current one, Shelley. With the good news, I think all embarrassment about accidents, if there were any, were long behind them. However, I would later learn accidents were actually quite common with woman athletes, and our team was living proof… I thought this would be the only time I’d see so many examples of my particular… interest… so I did something I’m a bit ashamed of. The assistant coach forgot to lock up the women’s locker room after, so when everyone was gone and I was closing up the gymnasium, I made the rash decision to sneak inside. Mia, Daniela, and Jasmin left wearing their new volleyball gear so I knew they left their original clothes behind. Inside the locker room, I saw the lockers were half-sized (one stack on top of the other) and had a design with multiple open holes so you could see inside, likely designed to avoid people hiding contraband. That meant I could see Daniela and Mia’s new lockers. Daniela’s was easy to spot since grey dress pants stood out. They were clearly wet and I wondered if her underwear was inside the pants. Mia’s blue shorts were visibly wet inside her locker, as well. After that, I dug through the trash. Under a layer of tossed paper towels, I first found a white thong, fully soaked and stained yellow. It matched what I saw on Michelle. Under that were a pair of wet leggings balled up. I unfurled it and could see the inside was coated in poop and had a crumpled blue thong inside. I set that aside and picked up pink full cut panties next with both a clear wet stain and a large brown stain in the rear. That must have been Sarah’s. That left a pair of blue boyshorts in the trash, which I deduced to be Leslie based on the large wet spot on the back. After seeing all that, I left, feeling rather terrible about what kind of person I was but also with the images of their underwear burned into my head. Training went well, but as our season began in earnest, I discovered an aspect of my job on the volleyball team that I would enjoy quite a bit - even though it was the job others hated the most. The position was often called speed wiper. What the position entailed was when players dove onto the ground or otherwise ended up on the ground, before the next rally the speed wiper would rush to the court and wipe down the floor. This was in case there was dirt or sweat that a player’s body would leave - anything slippery could be extremely dangerous in volleyball. Usually, players and fans would refer to any wet spot as “sweat spots.” However, since I was the one wiping the floor, it soon became clear that “leak spot” would be a more accurate description. Many of the times, any wetness on the floor was really just a spurt or leak from the player. I couldn’t blame them, a hard hit on the ground would certainly jolt my bladder. But it fascinated me to get to know the players’ bladder control and their differences. Jessica definitely had the weakest bladder. The long-haired blonde leaked on every dive or even jumps. I even saw her leak when setting the ball for a teammate. Fortunately for her, she was our serving specialist, so she didn’t see as much action. But a couple times, even the jolt of hitting the ball when serving or jumping for an overhand serve was accompanied by trickles down her legs. The black volleyball shorts were designed to be absorbent to an extent, but even when hers overflowed and I saw glistening on her legs, the shorts themselves rarely showed a hint of wetness. The glistening, I’m sure, could be chalked up to sweat if a fan noticed. But I knew, mopping up after every dive, that she was leaking. Even though the volleyball shorts didn’t show much, sometimes where she was sitting on the bench would have a damp patch - or the bus seat on the ride home. She was a bubbly personality with a bright smile and never acknowledged it, and because of that neither did her teammates. Jessica brought a lot of energy and leadership to the team, and her teammates respected that. I personally had to wonder, though, if her bladder was weak enough it affected her outside of sports… Whitney’s bladder was almost as bad. The dark brunette beauty had straight hair that she put in a ponytail, usually held by a bow. Whitney didn’t usually leak on simple jumps or actions like that, but every dive like clockwork left a small puddle for me to wipe up. She was more understated than Jessica, but similarly she refused to acknowledge her common bladder leaks. Occasionally, I saw her rub her legs together to hide the evidence further, but that was it. Devin, Taylor, Lauren, and Charlotte leaked on occasion too, I noticed. A particularly big hit, or late in the game when they’re tired or maybe their bladder had filled up, there were regularly wet spots after they dove for the ball or otherwise fell to the floor. Devin was a short-haired blonde who put her hair in a bun. She had a bit of what some called “RBF” but was actually quite nice and funny when you talked to her. She did crack the occasional wry joke at her own expense to me. For instance, she once left a puddle the size of my hand after a particularly rough dive. After I wiped it up, she said, “If I could wear a diaper under these shorts, honestly I would.” I chuckled at that and reassured her it was no trouble. Lauren was also blonde but with a rounder face and had wavy hair. She swept her hair back in a full ponytail during games. She would always give me an apologetic smile after I cleaned up a puddle of hers. Taylor, a brunette whose hair went to her shoulders, also would thank me directly after games, which I always appreciated. Charlotte, meanwhile, was younger with a bit of a baby face and she kept her dark hair in pigtails. She was always too embarrassed to make eye contact with me after I wiped up a puddle of hers. One particular game stood out to me. This game was an away game and our opponent’s gymnasium was, for some reason, set really hot. So our players were chugging water through the game. This was also a brutal game. A volleyball match consisted of a best of five sets. Usually, games were decided with three or four sets. This one went to five, as we traded winning sets. Additionally, you had to win a set by two points - so for example, 25 was usually the winning set, but if the other team was at 24, you needed to get to 26. We were so evenly matched that two out of the first four sets went beyond 25 points. By the time we got to the 5th set, I had to use a new towel because of all the leaks. Jessica and Whitney had leaked a lot. I felt like they must have completely emptied their bladder over the course of the game, Jessica leaving one puddle that genuinely was the size of a plate and left a glistening patch on the front of her volleyball shorts. Whitney’s shorts, too, glistened a little as she wiped down her legs to avoid evidence. Throughout the fourth set, Taylor and Charlotte were jiggling their legs whenever they were on the bench and Devin and Sarah had their legs tightly crossed. Lauren, too, showed signs of desperation, though for what I was unsure. It was clear throughout the 4th set when she was playing that her butt was tightly clenched, the volleyball shorts hiding nothing. Sometimes she clenched them tighter, too, and sometimes they unclenched for a moment, which was mesmerizing for me. This set the stage for a particularly chaotic fifth set. Eva, Sarah, Devin, Shelley, Taylor, and Lauren started. Lauren was serving and had her cheeks tightly clenched. This didn’t stop her from hitting a solid serve that the opposing team managed to return. Sarah went to set the ball and Eva spiked it. I saw when Eva landed, though, a glistening appeared on her legs. The opposing team managed to return it, and Devin had to dive down to get it. When she got up, I saw a clear puddle where she was. Taylor, fortunately, managed to hit it back after Sarah set it again and they won the point, but Eva, Lauren, and Devin looked really uncomfortable. I quickly wiped down the puddles before the next rally started. The next point, players were clearly distracted as Taylor and Shelley went for the same dive. As they landed and missed, I saw Shelley leak a little while Taylor fully peed for a moment. I had a clear shot at Taylor’s crotch, which glistened and I could literally see a stream escape. Sarah called for a timeout and the players hobbled over as I cleaned up the floor. My towel was literally soaked after Taylor’s accident and I threw it out and grabbed a fresh one. In the huddle, Lauren crossed her legs tightly. “Coach… I gotta go to the bathroom. I can’t play.” Sarah agreed. Sarah had prevented some leaks on court, but she was literally holding her legs crossed in the huddle with a hand in her crotch. Meanwhile, the others were just seemingly exhausted, their lack of bladder control a symptom of their tired muscles. The coach agreed to work on some substitutions. A couple points later, Sarah had to dive for the ball even though that wasn’t her position. When she landed, I knew immediately she leaked as the floor glistened when she cleaned up. After the point, I quickly wiped it down and Sarah mouthed thank you to me. By the 10th point, Sarah had gotten herself subbed out and was sitting by me. The coach was desperate enough managing people’s exhaustion that the newbies were all in. Daniela was setting, Jasmin was serving, Mia was playing libero, and Leslie completed the back row while Aveline played blocker. Charlotte was also in, along with Eva. Lauren had snuck back to the locker room, but Sarah was trying to stay supportive of the team. She was distracting with her legs constantly shaking, but what happened next was unexpected. She asked me for two towels and I gave them to her. She sat on one and wrapped the other around her. Even with the court activities, I could soon hear a tinkling as she peed through the towels and some leaked below her chair. However, I doubt anyone in the stands could see what she was doing - plus, they were watching the game. Sarah kept the towels around her for the rest of the game while I tried to pretend not to notice and focus on my job. I observed the court, looking for wet spots that I’d have to clean up. I also noted that we were now up 12-10 and the 5th set was to 15 points, so we were close to winning. Jasmin served the ball and it was immediately returned. Mia dove for the ball and managed to keep it going, though when she stood up I saw I was going to have a job to do. Daniela set it and Charlotte rushed up to spike it and we won the point. I saw as Charlotte landed from her jump trickles burst out of her shorts and ran down her legs. She rubbed her legs together casually to hide the evidence and her volleyball shorts didn’t really give anything away, aside from a momentary glistening. I quickly mopped up where Mia dove and stopped by Charlotte and also dabbed at a couple tiny puddles by her. She looked embarrassed that I’d noticed, since usually I’m only supposed to towel after people dove. The next rally, Leslie and Jasmin left puddles on the ground as they each returned the ball. Neither acknowledged it, as the pressure of the game depending on mostly rookies made them focused. We were now up 14-10 and about to win. However, the nerves were getting to the players and we lost the next two. I saw Daniela was nervously pacing during down time and jiggling her legs - out of nerves or desperation, I didn’t know. In fact, despite no strenuous activity, after the other team scored their 12th point, I saw trickles flow down Daniela’s legs. I don’t know if she noticed she was wetting herself, because she seemed extremely nervous about the game. Aveline, too, had her butt tightly clenched like Lauren was earlier, which was slowing her down. The next rally, Aveline jumped to block a hit and was successful, but when she landed I heard a clear fart ring out. No one acknowledged it, nor would anyone but me really notice who it was, but I knew. They managed to return it though and it went in an awkward spot with no one present, so Daniela dove for it even though she was the setter. She successfully saved it and Mia quickly set it haphazardly, but it was enough for Jasmin to hit it and we won the rally, which meant we won the match 15-13. Everyone jumped up to cheer except Daniela who stayed on the ground. I ran over to check on her and realized she was just fully peeing laying down on the ground, frozen in embarrassment. I mopped up around her and awkwardly patted her back to comfort her. She eventually got up, gave me a nod while her cheeks were bright red in embarrassment, and I finished cleaning up her area. On the court and crouching, I was eye level with people’s crotch and I saw Eva had a trickle burst out. She grabbed her crotch and ran off court, her legs glistening as she ignored the celebrations and high fiving. I’m sure people in the audience knew why she ran off court, but no one knew she was already peeing besides me. As the players shook the opponents’ hands, I saw Aveline had the first hint of a bulge appear through her tightly clenched ass. The moment she was done shaking hands, she too rushed to the locker room, the bulge growing ever so slightly. Eventually, everyone had gone to the locker room and some girls put on sweatpants while others stayed in their shorts. We got on the bus, happy and celebratory we won a tough game. Sarah sat in the back and beckoned me over. Charlotte and Daniela sat in the row beside us while I sat next to Sarah. As the bus took off, Sarah turned to me and said, “You know, the team has noticed how dedicated you are at covering for us.” I think I knew what she meant but wasn’t sure where this was going. She boldly moved my hand to her volleyball shorts, which were still soaked. “You know what I mean.” I looked over and saw Charlotte and Daniela were watching with interest. They nodded at me, agreeing with Sarah. Sarah continued. “I think you deserve a reward for your hard work… and for keeping our… incidents… a secret.” Sarah moved her hand over to my sweatpants. Sarah kissed me and she soon felt my reaction as she slipped her hand inside my sweatpants. I moved my hand on her shorts to her crotch and began fingering her. The wet fabric felt amazing. She took a moment to guide my hand inside her elastic shorts and I felt her thong underneath - most players didn’t wear any underwear at all, but I discovered over time Sarah always wore thongs. I fingered her through her wet thong as she gave me a handjob. I glanced over at Daniela and Charlotte and saw Charlotte was fingering herself watching as Daniela watched with interest as well. This was all overwhelming and I quickly came right into my sweatpants. Fortunately, that helped me get Sarah to cum as well, and I felt a few more leaks spurt out of her onto my hand. I slipped my hand out and Sarah panted as she looked down at the wet spot in my sweatpants. “Now we both have wet pants…” Fortunately, Sarah did me the service of standing right in front of me when we had to get off the bus. But that wouldn’t be the only sexual thank you I got from a player. At another game, Michelle was feeling unwell and spent downtime clutching her stomach. At one point, she spiked the ball down and as she landed, I saw her cheeks open up and a bulge begin to appear. Panicked, she called a time-out and began to walk off, telling the assistant coach to sub her out. I quickly followed her as I saw the bulge go from barely visible to the size of a clementine. I stood right behind her to block anyone from seeing. We got to the women’s locker room and now out of sight of anyone, she bent over and grunted as she lost all final semblance of control, trickles of pee running down her leg as the mess grew to the size of an orange. I could hear the crackling and soft farts as it came out. She turned to me, massively embarrassed. “Thank you so much for covering for me.” She pulled me into the locker room and gave me a kiss. When we pulled away, she noticed I had a rather obvious bulge. She smiled. “Even like this I can still have that effect? Honestly, that makes me feel better. Let me pay you back.” Little did she know I was aroused because of her accident, not in spite, but she took me back to the bathroom stall and seated me down and pulled down my pants. The sight of her blowing me with a load in her shorts was bliss for me and I came quickly. After, she winked at me and shoo’d me out of the locker room to return to my job at the game while she changed. Eva and I, too, hooked up once. On Tuesday practices, Eva had to go to a class right after practice. Well, turns out Eva leaked quite regularly in practice and on one particular Tuesday, she rushed over to me and pulled me aside. “I have a big favor to ask of you.” “What is it?” She lowered her voice. “Umm… I, uh, leaked and I need new underwear before I go to my class after practice. Could you quickly go buy me a pair? I’ll pay you back.” I was taken aback, but maybe she asked me because I already knew players leaked on a regular basis. “Ummm… Yeah, sure. But how do I know what kind?” She took me back behind the bleachers and then lowered her volleyball shorts. Again, most players wore nothing, but a couple wore thongs and boyshorts because those were least likely to leave a visible pantyline. Eva was wearing blue boyshorts and by showing me, I saw the clear visible wet spot on the lower third of the front. She pulled them up again, obviously not modeling to me though I wish I saw her ass in those panties. I nodded at her, though, seeing enough to pick out a similar pair. When I was back, Eva was sitting on the bench while the younger players had a scrimmage, so she quickly stepped out without the coaches minding. When no one was looking, she beckoned me into the girl’s locker room. Inside, I showed her what I got. “Perfect,” she said. She quickly venmo’d me the cost and then said, “I think you deserve a little extra.” She leaned in for a kiss. “I’ve seen how you look at us players… You want this?” I couldn’t deny that… I guess I wasn’t as subtle in checking them out as I thought, but at least Eva didn’t think I was a creep. She moved my hand to her ass. She was taller than me but not a stick, and her ass felt heavenly, especially as I could feel towards the lower end a dampness. She soon pulled away and changed out of her shorts and panties and put on the new boyshorts I got her. I noticed the tiniest wet spot appeared since she didn’t dry herself off, but I didn’t comment. She rummaged through her locker for her pants and intentionally bent over, showing me her ass in the new panties - little did she know I wish she did that without changing! She pulled out a pair of light blue jeans and a towel then turned back to me. “Before I change, let me take care of you.” She took off all her clothes and beckoned me to do the same. I was frozen for a moment, staring at her athletic body. Then she led me to the showers, bringing only her towel. She turned on the shower and stroked me off while I fingered her. She came in my hands and I felt another spurt. Fortunately, the shower covered the sounds of her moans, I think. That obviously sent me over the edge. After a moment under the water, she asked, “Was that payment enough?” “More than enough... “ “Good. I enjoyed it myself. But you need to get out of here now before everyone else comes in.” I understood and dried myself off and put in my clothes and exited out the back door so no one saw. The last player I hooked up with was Shelley, and we actually had a more long term relationship. Not officially dating, but we hooked up regularly. What set it off was at one practice she really had to go, but the coach was in a particularly gruff mood so there weren’t any breaks. In between drills, Shelley was crossing her legs and bouncing around. She noticed I was watching her with particular interest, and I’m not sure if she thought I was checking her out in general or because of her desperation, but she definitely started putting on a show for me specifically. She would bend over when she was standing in front of me, pushing her ass in my face. She was one of the three players who wore underwear, and on this occasion I noticed she was wearing a thong, that’s how close she put her ass to me. When she had to move to a different part of the court, she looked down and saw I was definitely paying attention and aroused and smirked at me. Soon after, they had a drill on spiking. The team captains took turns setting the ball while everyone took turns spiking. Shelley, on her second attempt, let out a trickle as she landed, the glistening line clear as day to where I was sitting. She looked over and saw me looking straight at her legs. I think it was then she knew for sure what excited me… After practice ended she came to sit by me, supposedly to grab one of the water bottles I had to pass out to players. As she drank her water, she crossed her legs tightly. “You know… I still haven’t gone to the bathroom.” I nodded. She continued, “Is that why you’re looking? Because I have to pee?” I wish I came up with something clever or nicer, like “Also because you’re beautiful” but alas, I just nodded. She didn’t seem to mind. I think she got off on the idea of teasing me and the control it gave her, bizarrely. She was the one about to have an accident, but she had me on a leash. She sat beside me, bouncing her left leg over her right leg, drinking her water. I looked down and saw her crotch glisten momentarily as another spurt escaped. The gymnasium soon cleared as the other players entered the locker room and the coaches left entirely. She turned to me and said, “Seems you got a problem down there.” I gulped, a bit speechless and her boldness. She continued, “Let me help you.” She pulled down my athletic shorts I was wearing that day and pulled down my boxer briefs as well, toying with me with her hands. She then took off her volleyball shorts and thong and sat directly on me and I felt myself enter her. As she rode me, I fingered her clitoris and felt spurts and trickles escape as she rode me. She gasped, “I have to go so bad, but I’m not going to go until you cum.” I grunted, “I’m about to…” She rode me faster then, and I felt myself empty into her. I pulled her close and kept at her clit and hearing and feeling me cum dragged her across the finish line, too, her moans echoing in the gymnasium. It also led to her totally losing control as I felt piss gush over my crotch and she emptied her bladder on me. After we sat there breathing heavily for a few seconds, she got up and pulled up her wet thong and her shorts and gave me a quick kiss. “Thanks for showing me a good time, towel boy.” She took off while I was still in a daze, unable to respond except to pull up my now wet pants in case anyone showed up. Shelley and I hooked up a couple more times. Once, just for the sake of it after practice. Another time, we were on the bus back home from a game. She and I sat next to each other and she was squirming. She was shaking with effort as she crossed her legs repeatedly and rocked back and forth. Since she knew my secret, I openly checked her out and she saw the effect her desperation had on me. In fact, I’m pretty sure she was obvious on purpose. Eventually, I saw a glistening appear on her crotch despite her tightly crossed legs. Despite her desperation, she saw the reaction I had and quickly began fondling me. She kept leaking in little spurts, her shorts giving it away by glistening each time. Soon, enough leaked that there was a pool of liquid rolling off the seat onto the bus floor. Despite only touching me through my clothes, this sight was heavenly to me and she felt me cum right there. She smirked as a wet spot appeared on my pants, more obvious than her black volleyball shorts. She spread her legs wide open then and let go, finishing peeing right there on the bus seat. Speaking of bus rides, once I saw multiple players have accidents after a game. This was a long game, too, and to make matters worse the school had closed the opposing team locker room for renovations so we had no access to bathrooms. After the game, we had to immediately pile onto the bus. I sat in the back again with Shelley. It was a long bus ride, too, and I was pretty certain I’d see several accidents. In fact, Shelley was one of the girls who was desperate, crossing her legs as she sat next to me. I wondered if the girls who peed on the court as they played might be at an advantage now, since they had sort of emptied their bladder. I had to clean up particularly large wet spots from Taylor, Lauren, Jessica, Charlotte, and Whitney today. Those players, alongside Devin and Michelle, were sitting up front so even if they did have an accident, I wouldn’t be able to see. However, word did get back to us about halfway through the ride that apparently Jessica had peed on the bus. I had to wonder if Jessica’s bladder was the size of a walnut, since she was always peeing in-game and now was the first to lose it. Across from Shelley and I were Sarah and Eva. Meanwhile the seats in front of us were Daniela, Aveline, Jasmin, and Mia. I couldn’t see Daniela and Aveline because they were directly in front of us, but I could see Shelley was bouncing her legs (and I could feel it, sitting next to her!) while Sarah had her legs tightly crossed as she gripped the edge of the seat with her hands. Eva was hunched over, arms around her stomach. I could imagine she didn’t just have to pee. Jasmin and Mia were visible too, with Jasmin looking stiff as she grabbed the seat in front of her and avoided moving too much and Mia had her hands literally in her crotch. As the bus ride went on, I could literally see Shelley leak over time. Since she knew about my… preferences… I openly looked as she wiggled her legs and moved one over the other. She didn’t slow down her fidgeting when a pool of piss appeared, collecting together momentarily because of her legs being tightly crossed. She uncrossed and it disappeared into the seat. A few minutes later, another spurt came out, this one rolling off the seat a little. I looked past Shelley and could see the seat under Sarah had trickles flowing out, too. A couple minutes after that, I could hear a trickle but didn’t see anyone beside me lose control (other than a renewed glistening from a spurt from Shelley). I looked down, though, and saw a growing puddle from the seat ahead moving towards me. I couldn’t tell if it was Daniela or Aveline but one of them must have given up. Mia must have seen and joined whoever it was in giving up, and I could see her spread her legs apart as she peed freely through her black volleyball shorts. The sight of two girls letting go was too much for Sarah, who despite her tightly crossed legs and thrusting her hands in her crotch, began letting go in spurts. I could tell because the puddle around her ass grew in bursts and trickles fell from the seat in waves. Eva stood up to avoid the puddle but this was a mistake as I saw the beginnings of a bulge appear now that she wasn’t sitting down. She froze in panic as the bulge grew. The loss of control also led to her leaking as wet streaks began to form on her legs. Soon, there was a very obvious, orange-sized bulge in Eva’s seat and she didn’t dare sit back down on it, spending the rest of the ride leaning on the seat in front of her. No one else commented, though, understanding the circumstances. Shelley, too, let out a couple more spurts, but it seemed she let out enough to hold it. Soon after, we pulled back into our campus and girls raced off the bus to get to the bathroom. Sarah shielded Eva from behind in case there were people out and about and they got out quickly. Shelley smirked at me, knowing I was also in a compromising position with an obvious boner and she stood in front of me. The ladies like Shelley that just peed themselves were pretty safe from incriminating evidence since the black volleyball shorts weren’t too obvious, though I felt bad for whoever had to clean the bus. Shelley stood in front of me, protecting me from being caught as the pervert I was. Daniela, Jasmin, and Aveline got out in front of us, and I could tell from the faintly darker patch it was Daniela that had peed earlier in the seat in front of us. As we shuffled off the bus, I could see trickles roll down Jasmin’s legs, subtle but clear she was leaking. When we stepped off the bus, the large step caused a spurt to escape straight between her legs and onto the pavement below. Additionally, I could see Aveline’s butt was clenched, volleyball shorts hiding nothing. Usually we’d have some sort of debrief after the game, but the head coach wanted to go home and the assistant coach understood our suffering so they let us go straight home. Jasmin raced to the nearest campus building, a couple lines of glistening and small dark patches on the cement following her. Shelley said, “”Want to come to my place?” I happily agreed. She lived in an apartment just off of campus. We began walking there and I was happy it was after hours on campus so few people were around, since my arousal had not yet abated. It wasn’t going to, either, as I saw Aveline ahead of us. I realized Aveline lived on the same block as Shelley and we were walking toward the same place. She was walking with smaller steps than usual, and it didn’t take long before we caught up. When we did, I could see just the faintest point, like the tip of a finger, sticking out of her. She realized soon after we were by her. “Oh, hey guys…” Shelley asked, “Umm, you okay?” “No, I don’t think I’m going to make it home…” Shelley was encouraging. “You got this! And if you don’t, I already halfway peed myself on the bus so you’re in good company.” Aveline responded with a low fart and I saw the bulge move and get just a little bigger. Aveline looked embarrassed for a moment then giggled. She said, “I bet all those boys checking us out at every volleyball game wouldn’t expect me to do that.” I thought to myself, well… You’d be surprised… but I kept to myself. There wasn’t enough room on the sidewalk for us to walk three abreast so I stood behind Shelley and Aveline, which did me the added bonus of hiding my perverseness and allowed me to see both their asses clearly, something I was not complaining about. Shelley was shorter and more curvaceous, her ass a feature many guys liked. Aveline was, as a blocker, taller, and she was on the skinny side. But they were both beautiful, athletic, and right now, desperate. Shelley began talking to Aveline about school to distract themselves, and I honestly tuned out the conversation as I focused on what was in front of me. Aveline successfully held it for another couple blocks, but as we turned the corner to get to our destination street, Aveline froze for a second and bent over. The bulge grew to the size of a golf ball, now obvious to anyone looking, and a trickle went down her left leg. She began racing down the street, the bulge growing in size as she speed-walked and another trickle following. She yelled, “See you at practice tomorrow!” Then she left us in the dust, though I could still see the bulge by the time she was at her apartment door, since it was so much bigger by then. Shelley and I were left momentarily stunned at the sight before she pulled me along to her door, which was closer to where we were. We got to the front door of her apartment and she turned to me. She looked expectantly at me and I wondered what she wanted until I heard the tell-tale pitter patter of urine splattering on concrete. I looked down and could see the streams rolling down her legs as she spread them apart so they’d fall at her knees rather than in her shoes. I could literally hear the hissing of urine being pushed out of her body. I stared, entranced, and when she was done I pulled her close and kissed her. She returned the kiss then unlocked the door and dragged me in. We had a good night. The last story I have from this team is my favorite. We had a party just for us - no coaches, no non-team members, just the players and myself. We made it to the playoffs for our division and got further than our school had gotten in a decade. The tryouts worked and the new players had blossomed into strong assets. We were all in happy, contented moods. In fact, the team we lost to finally actually won the whole division tournament - so there was no shame in who we lost to, either. Sarah, Michelle, and Eva lived together and they hosted the party, as the outgoing seniors and team captains. They also had the biggest place, a three bedroom house. Given the small group, Sarah, Michelle, and Eva provided some party snacks while the rest of us brought alcohol. I came in with a couple six packs of beers. Michelle greeted me and showed me where to put the alcohol, dressed comfortably in her own home. She was wearing black leggings and a brown tank top. I passed Eva, who was finishing setting up the snacks on a table. She was wearing high waisted jean shorts and a white tank top. While it seemed they were dressed casually rather than dressing up for the party, they seemed to be the responsible ones. I stepped out of the kitchen into the living room and saw the third host, Sarah, who was dressed for the party but decidedly NOT doing anything responsible but was in fact doing shots with Shelley. Shelley was wearing a white crop top and matching white jeans but Sarah was wearing a rather revealing leather outfit, with leather pants and a leather top closer to a bra than a shirt. I looked to another corner and saw the newbies sipping on beers sitting in a corner. Daniela was also wearing a white crop top, but Daniela’s was thinner and had a lace covering of her cleavage and she wore blue jeans. Jasmin was wearing black pants that were halfway between dress formal and casual, the material like dress pants but the top tied together like sweatpants. She had a brown long sleeve shirt as well. Mia was wearing black leggings and a college t-shirt Leslie was wearing a simple pair of black jeans and a college sweater (matching with Mia), while Aveline was dressed in a green long sleeve and white sweatpants. I guess she was prioritizing comfort and didn’t want to bother to dress up. Certainly, it was more casual than a house party so I couldn’t blame her. I went around saying hi before joining Sarah and Shelley’s corner, since they were the two I knew best at this point. Soon after I settled in, Jessica, Taylor, Devin, and Lauren arrived, setting down their drinks and taking off jackets and other outer layers. Jessica was wearing a short white dress with thin spaghetti straps. Taylor was wearing high waisted blue jeans and a dark blue with white polka dot top. Lauren was wearing a floral dress. Devin was wearing a purple form-fitting top that was halfway between a crop top and a tank top and had spaghetti straps. Her pants were a dark material seemingly halfway between jeans and dress pants, with a long zipper in the front. The four of them doubled the amount of alcohol on hand and they went to the kitchen to set out their contributions. Soon after everyone had said their hellos the final guests, Charlotte and Whitney, arrived. Whitney was wearing high waisted black jeans with three buttons in the front and a green sweater with the front tucked into the jeans. Charlotte wore a white t-shirt and a floral skirt that was quite short. With everyone present, we began some drinking games, some of us playing flip cup on one table while another foldable table was spread out for beer pong. Others of us just mingled and sipped our drinks as we talked. Things went as normal for a while, but people got more open as they got more inebriated. People started admitting to embarrassing secrets or their past hookups. However, things got interesting for me when Sarah drunkenly came to me and put her arm around me. She said loudly, “Hey, I never got to thank you for being the best team manager we’ve had. You always do your job and… You’re the best at toweling up our accidents.” Devin punched Sarah for being so blatant and crass. I tried to play it off. “Hey, whatever helps the team.” Charlotte chimed in, herself drunk and swaying. “No, for real. I get so embarrassed but you don’t even seem to mind.” “It’s really no big deal.” Taylor disagreed. “You do it without complaints and you don’t tell anyone. It is a big deal. I say we toast to our esteemed manager!” The girls all took a sip or chug of whatever they were holding. That’s when Sarah chimed in again. “Hey, while we’re on the topic… Since we’ve all peed on the court… We should see who actually can hold it the longest. We should have a holding contest!” Some looked skeptical. Mia, however, was the first to speak up. “You’re on!” With Mia in, Leslie agreed, and after her the freshmen all followed suit. Sarah taunted the remaining girls. “The freshmen are down, you afraid to lose to them? Besides, I’m team captain, we should do what I want.” Sarah was obviously drunk, so Michelle stepped in. “Co-captain. I’m the other captain and your roommate and I say… Let’s do it.” I was surprised the more serious Michelle agreed to it, but with her down everyone else agreed. Michelle went to lock the bathroom and we went back to our conversations and drinks. Everything seemed normal for the next half an hour and I even almost forgot about it until Shelley sidled up to me and whispered, “Bet you love this, huh.” I whispered back, “Can’t say I’m complaining. But I am also hoping to win.” Shelley laughed. “We’ll see… Look, some girls are desperate already. Look at Jessica.” Jessica was shifting her weight between each leg repeatedly, sometimes raising and lowering each foot as a fidget. I wasn’t surprised to see her desperate first - she seemed to have a bladder the size of a walnut at games and practices. Shelley and I stood to the side together observing the crowd. The others were carrying on like it was a normal party, chatting over drinks and occasionally dancing in the center of the living room where Sarah had set up a dance playlist. No one seemed to be cutting back on alcohol or taking the contest too seriously yet, but Shelley soon pointed out Taylor was also crossing her legs as she chatted with Lauren. I noted Lauren was tapping her foot, a little more subtle than Taylor. Soon after I pointed out to Shelley that Devin and Jasmin were talking with both women sitting on the couch and their legs tightly crossed, with Jasmin openly holding her crotch while Devin rocked back and forth a bit. In another corner, I noticed Mia and Whitney approaching Michelle together. I imagine they were asking for the key but Michelle shook her head no. Sarah came by and reinforced Michelle before dragging the two reluctant women to the dance floor. Shelley and I gave each other a knowing look and giggled. Also dancing was Charlotte, and as she danced I saw her short floral skirt bounce up a little. I caught glimpses of her purple thong - not much to stop any leaks! Which, looking at her, seemed to be inevitable as she sometimes stopped dancing to cross her legs or bend over. I said to Shelley, “Seems half the crowd is desperate already.” Shelley replied, “We didn’t even go beforehand, so I’m not sure this is even a fair contest.” I nodded. “True. But what are you saying, you afraid to lose?” Shelley laughed at my attempt to banter. “I pee my pants in front of this crowd every practice, who cares. By the way, how desperate do you think you are?” I thought for a moment. “Hmm… Like a 5. I can feel my bladder but I don’t really need to go. You?” “Maybe a 6. In normal circumstances if I didn’t have anything to do I might go pee but definitely not desperate. Unlike some people.” We both looked at Jessica, who was now double crossing her legs as she stood, bent over a little in her white dress. I couldn’t stand and stare like a pervert forever, though, and Shelley took me to the dance floor to dance with her. I think at this point, despite having hooked up with Eva and Sarah previously, people on the team knew Shelley and I were unofficially sort of an item, and some other girls cheered us on as we danced. I certainly wasn’t a very good dancer compared to a bunch of college athletes, but I enjoyed myself nonetheless. After a couple songs, I glanced around and saw the first signs of leaking from Jessica, who had two glistening trails down each leg. I whispered in Shelley’s ear to take a look and she nodded, seeing the evidence as well. Soon after, Taylor turned a little. She was sideways to us, but now that she was facing towards us I could see a wet patch on her crotch. Taylor crossed her legs and placed her hands in front of her crotch, hiding the evidence as she talked to Lauren and Devin. Jessica was in a corner with Charlotte and Whitney, and unlike Taylor Jessica made no move like she even acknowledged having leaked. After another song, Shelley and I were tired and made for one of the drinking games. Shelley dragged some of her teammates over to play flip cup first, and she and I joined forces with Jasmin. Shelley approached Taylor, Lauren, and Devin to play - Taylor politely declined but stood by the table while Lauren and Devin joined us. Charlotte joined in as well, with Whitney and Jessica standing by to observe their friend. After a few minutes of setup and rounding people up, Shelley and Lauren began, both draining their drinks and then attempting to flip the cup correctly on the table. Lauren was standing with her legs crossed and fidgeting as she attempted her flips, slowing her down and soon it was Jasmin’s turn, who struggled a little to drain her beer as an inexperienced freshman. Lauren finally succeeded and Devin drained her beer like a pro, catching up to Jasmin. As Lauren finished her final flip I noticed she had a glistening trail below her dress down to her foot on her left leg. Devin, however, finished without incident and Charlotte was next. Charlotte, too, seemed to dance a little as she worked to drink while Jasmin finally successfully flipped the cup. I drained my beer and Charlotte and I began flipping at the same time. We both struggled to accomplish the task, Charlotte distracted by her desperate need to pee and me distracted by keeping one eye on her legs. I finally accomplished the flip and looked up to see Charlotte frozen for a second before attempting one more flip. She did it correctly but too late, and when she stood up I could see her knees were wet and there were a couple small wet spots on the hardwood floor. I also glanced over at Taylor and Jessica while they watched and noticed a renewed glistening on Jessica’s legs and that Taylor’s wet spot grew too big for her hands to hide it completely. We all agreed that flip cup was too heavy on the drinking for our circumstances and decided to switch to beer pong. Shelley and I worked to set up beer pong while the others had various potty dances while they waited. We kept the same teams except Charlotte got Whitney to sub in for her as Charlotte’s desperation increased. Beer pong was a decidedly good choice in that there was less drinking but it took longer, so I could observe the opponents’ desperation. A few rounds in, and I thought I saw a momentary darkening on Whitney’s crotch as she threw the ball. She looked sheepish and crossed her legs after her throw, keeping her hands down and in front of her which seemed to give it away that she leaked. It seemed Whitney was just as desperate as Charlotte, who had subbed out. I glanced over at Charlotte and saw that despite how badly she needed to pee, she was on the dance floor again. I looked back and saw Jasmin ready to go and she crossed her legs for a moment before taking her shot, showing her first sign of desperation. As Jasmin shot, I noticed an expanding wet spot on Taylor’s jeans before it was contained. She continued standing stoically as if she wasn’t slowly losing control, though. Devin went then I shot and missed badly and waited for Lauren to go. I had one eye on Lauren, who I knew leaked earlier, with one leg on Charlotte on the dance floor. It was Charlotte who showed signs of losing it more first, as she jumped around on the dance floor. Her skirt momentarily rose up and I saw her purple thong had a clear dark patch on the front. Her legs seemed wet and I wondered if she was just slowly peeing as she danced. Given the occasional drink spills and constant footsteps, unless she let it all out at once it would be hard to notice anything on the floor. After Lauren went, during Shelley’s turn, I glanced over at Taylor and Jessica. Taylor’s wet spot was continuing to grow in short spurts, now reaching down her thighs, while I saw a puddle growing at Jessica’s feet. I didn’t see any streams between her legs but both legs seemed wet. I guessed she had let go slowly so it would trickle out and roll down her legs, causing less of a scene. Whitney leaked again when she threw the ball, though the dark spot wasn’t obvious on her already dark jeans. It was then Lauren who peed next, though hers was more than a leak. As Lauren waited for me to take the shot, she froze and gripped her dress before hurriedly putting her legs apart and pulling her dress away from her crotch. I saw a stream go straight to the floor (also I missed my shot, unsurprisingly) and she gave up and fully let go, peeing right at her side of the table. Slowly, the room realized and noticed that particular accident and cheers and applause rippled through the room, which made Lauren crack a smile and seem less embarrassed. As she finished peeing, Michelle said, “Looks like we have the first person down!” Charlotte shook her head and said, “Actually, I peed as well.” Everyone turned to her. Charlotte sheepishly raised her skirt, showing everyone her darkened and soaked purple thong. People cheered again and then Michelle said, “We’re gonna have to come up with a way to track this. Hang on.” Michelle disappeared for a moment and reappeared with a whiteboard. She wrote down everyone’s names and crossed off Lauren and Charlotte’s names. She wrote down the time next to Lauren as well - 11:07 PM. “Charlotte, what time did you pee?” “Like 5 minutes ago.” “Perfect. Did anyone else pee?” I looked over at Jessica and Taylor. Taylor’s jeans at this point were soaked to the knees and she realized she had essentially lost the battle already. As they both sheepishly raised their hands, Taylor fully let go, the dark half of the jeans expanding down to her feet. Jessica, too, pulled up her dress for a moment, showing wet full cut white panties. The wet patch made it partially transparent, too, and the image of her transparent underwear was seared in my head. Everyone saw Jessica show her underwear and Taylor finish wetting herself and cheered them on. Eva went to grab a towel to help people clean up the now numerous puddles on the floor. Michelle finished writing on the board and it now read like this: Jessica - 11:03 PM Whitney Taylor - 11:04 PM Lauren - 11:07 PM Charlotte - 11:02 PM Devin Jasmin Mia Eva Leslie Aveline Shelley *redacted (me)* Sarah Daniela Michelle Michelle proudly stuck the magnetic white board to the kitchen. Slowly, the room returned to party festivities, and with everyone cheering and normalizing the accidents, the more embarrassed Jessica and Taylor rejoined the party fully, despite Taylor’s visibly wet jeans. They both now joined Charlotte on the dance floor. Meanwhile, our beer pong game continued with Whitney and Jasmin crossing their legs and fidgeting as they waited their turns. Lauren, after wiping up her puddle, was poking fun, telling them to just let go and talking about how relieved she was. At the end of the game, which Shelley, Jasmin, and I won, Lauren bantered with her teammate Whitney for a bit, saying they lost because she was distracted. Lauren said, “Let go, you’ll feel so much better!” Lauren then lifted her dress to show Whitney her soaked underwear, white cheeky panties. She was facing away from me so I saw the lower one third of the back was wet. Whitney giggled and said, “Honestly, I don’t think I can hold it any longer.” Whitney stood there and spread her legs a little and let go, her existing wet spot growing as her dark jeans became darker and shinier. The pee streamed down her jeans and began forming a puddle on the floor and Lauren went to grab a towel for her. I stared before Shelley noticed and dragged me away, not wanting me to be so obviously mesmerized. Whitney then went to cross her name off and write “11:18 PM” next to her name. Shelley asked, “How bad do you have to go?” “Hmm… a 7 I’d say. I could definitely go but it’s not quite an emergency yet.” “I’m at an 8. I can feel the urge pretty strongly. In any normal situation I’d probably go now. Who do you think is losing it next?” “Definitely Jasmin.” Jasmin seemed at a loss of what to do next, standing by the beer pong table with her legs crossed and hands at her waist. Devin, too, actually, seemed to pee dance in place by Whitney and Lauren, no doubt her desperation worsened by seeing Whitney pee her jeans. Shelley noticed that. “I’ll say Devin then. Let’s see who’s right.” It didn’t take too long of waiting to find out. After a little bit longer, Jasmin hurried over to Michelle and whispered something urgently in her ear. Michelle was nodding thoughtfully then said something back that Jasmin didn’t seem to like. Michelle announced to the room, loud enough to hear over the music, “Attention! We need to make a decision about the contest.” She waited for everyone to settle down before continuing, “What if someone has to poop? Do we let them go or not? Let’s put it to a vote. Everyone that says yes, raise your hand.” Jasmin immediately raised her hand, followed by Mia and Eva. I imagine that would make them the women that had to poop. Michelle said, “Who says no?” Everyone else raised there hand. Michelle turned to Jasmin. “Sorry, majority vote.” Jasmin groaned and in front of everyone, fully let go. Her black pants became drenched quickly as piss raced down her legs. From where I was, I couldn’t hear or see anything about her messing herself, but when she turned around to cross off her name on the list, I saw a clear bulge that was more visible when she was walking as her pants tightened mid-stride. Jasmin crossed off her name and wrote 11:25 PM for the time. Other girls went to comfort her and bring her drinks to cheer her up. I turned to Shelley. “I guess I win.” Shelley said, “Not so fast…” I looked over at Devin. She was standing in a corner by herself and there was a puddle forming at her feet. She was also wearing black pants, though they showed the glistening of urine less obviously than Jasmin’s. In addition to her sneakily peeing, I saw her tight purple tank top clearly showed her small breasts and nipples at attention - I was unsure the reason but could hope, since the room wasn’t exactly cold. Despite no one noticing her peeing, she dutifully crossed off her own name and went to grab a towel. Shelley whispered to me as I stared, “Umm… You’ve got a tell right now.” I looked down and was embarrassed to see how obviously I was turned on. She dragged me to the couch before anyone noticed and sat me down, then sitting on my lap. I put my arms around her waist and we just looked like a normal couple at a party. Little did anyone know Shelley was hiding my arousal (and aiding it as well, squirming on my lap!). Soon after we sat down, Shelley pointed out Mia was urgently potty dancing. After a few moments of dancing, I swore I saw a tiny bulge appear in the back of her black leggings. Mia turned around, now facing us, and was speed walking to the couch. I could see a momentary reflectiveness on her crotch as she must have leaked as she walked. She sat down beside us on the couch. Shelley gave her a look. “You good?” She confessed to us, “I’m gonna lose it… I’m turtleheading. Hoping sitting will help…” After a few moments of her bent over, holding her stomach and pressing her ass into the cushion of the couch, it was clear she could hold it no longer. She raised her butt just slightly from the cushion and I saw a bulge immediately begin forming, the black leggings showing every detail as it escaped. I saw her crotch glisten too as she involuntarily peed a bit. She didn’t pee entirely, though, until she was finished pooping, then she gingerly stood up and felt the bulge, showing us a clear orange-sized bulge drooping down towards her left thigh. It was clear she was wearing a thong or g-string of some kind, so it was just the tightness of her leggings holding her load in place. She then let go of her bladder now that she wouldn’t soak the couch cushion and it raced down her leggings. Shelley went to cross off Mia’s name at 11:32 PM then came back with a towel. Mia mopped up her puddle then set it down on the couch before sitting on the towel. She grimaced as she felt herself flatten her load. She looked down at me and noticed I was aroused. “Shelley showing you a good time, huh?” My ears burned red with embarrassment but I’m glad she didn’t know the true cause of that erection… Shelley sat back down on my lap and intentionally rubbed her ass against me as she felt how turned on I was. Despite the awkwardness of my arousal and Mia’s accident, eventually Mia, Shelley, and I fell into a casual conversation and things returned to normal. A little while later, Sarah and Michelle gathered everyone in the living room. Sarah drunkenly announced, “We still have 8 people in the running and we want to raise the stakes. We want to have a challenge!” Michelle took over, Sarah being too intoxicated to explain. “The first challenge is going to be a yoga session run by me.” Michelle actually had a side gig as a yoga instructor, so she had some credibility on this as well. 5 remaining other 6 competitors agreed to Michelle and Sarah’s challenge and the ladies who already had accidents stood around the edge of the living room. Leslie, however, announced, “Yeah it’s not worth trying to hold it through this.” Leslie spread her legs apart slightly and let go, peeing for a minute through her black jeans. We all watched as the puddle below her grew, with some girls cheering her on. As she cleaned up, the remaining five took our positions behind Michelle, who started us off on some breathing exercises before moving into various stretches and poses. I was hilariously out of my depth as a non-athlete and yoga can be surprisingly intense but I was also enjoying myself, watching everyone drunkenly try to keep their balance as they did various yoga poses. During the triangle pose (legs spread apart and leaning to one side), I saw the first evidence of the toll of yoga. Aveline’s white sweatpants hid nothing as a dark patch appeared, her pantylines from her full cut panties very visible. She didn’t totally let go, though, and we moved to a different pose. We got to child’s pose (Balasana for cultured people), which involved laying down as if praying and stretching the hands forward. I was in the back, so that pose was just everyone’s ass pointed at me. As we held that pose, a fart rang out, though I wasn’t sure who it was. Eva shuffled uncomfortably after, so I suspected her. Frankly, farting in yoga was quite common so I wasn’t sure if it was desperation or the pose. As we got up to stand back up for a new pose, though, I saw Aveline had let a little more go as a small puddle was at her feet and the wet patch went up her sweatpants a bit. We did a forward fold a few poses later (bending at the waist while standing) and that’s when Aveline lost total control, her white sweatpants sporting grey streaks as a puddle formed. After struggling a few seconds, I saw her give up and stand up as she just let the rest go. Lost in everyone cheering Aveline on, though, was Eva. I looked at her ass in her high waisted jean shorts and could see a subtle bulge forming - not obvious due to the thick jeans, but it drooped slightly to the left. A wet spot, small but visible in this pose, appeared as well. Aveline stepped out to get a towel and cross her name off and Michelle had us do one more stance, one that westerners called “happy baby.” It involved laying on one’s back and pulling the feet and legs back towards the head. Given the position, it was unsurprising to hear more farts from my counterpart, but since I was doing my best at yoga as well, I was unsure who it was. By the time we stood up, though, it was clear Eva finished wetting herself on top of messing herself and she awkwardly walked to the board with a slight bow-legged gait to cross off her name. Now the board looked like this: Jessica - 11:03 PM Whitney - 11:18 PM Taylor - 11:04 PM Lauren - 11:07 PM Charlotte - 11:02 PM Devin - 11:26 PM Jasmin - 11:25 PM Mia - 11:32 PM Eva - 11:53 PM Leslie - 11:41 PM Aveline - 11:50 PM Shelley *redacted (me)* Sarah Daniela Michelle At this point, Shelley, Sarah, and Daniela were all fidgeting and crossing their legs, with Sarah occasionally thrusting her hands in her crotch. I, too, was tapping my foot. Only Michelle seemed stoic. The women who already had accidents watched in anticipation as four of us desperately tried to keep holding on, unable to stand still. A couple minutes into waiting and Jasmin got impatient. She walked up to Daniela from behind, despite her own wet and loaded pants, and put her arms around her waist and kissed Daniela’s neck. Now, I hadn’t known until now that the two were informally dating, but some of the girls on the team already knew and they cheered them on. Jasmin’s real goal, though, was causing Daniela’s downfall. Daniela melted into Jasmin’s arms as Jasmin kept kissing her and had her fingers slip into her blue jeans, unbuttoning the top button. A wet spot appeared on Daniela’s crotch as she was likely distracted from her attempt to hold it. To my surprise and to the cheers of the drunken crowd, Jasmin fingered Daniela from behind right there in front of everyone. I stood behind Shelley, and she backed into me and I put my arms around her. She could definitely tell I was enjoying the show… She whispered, “Are you going to do that to me?” I was taken aback. “Would you want me to?” As Daniela moaned with pleasure, Shelley replied, “...Maybe…” Sarah came over. Her no filter drunken state had shown through all night. “You two should join in! It’ll be the next challenge!” I was hesitant for a moment but Shelley clearly not only didn’t mind, but wanted me to. I kissed her too and unbuttoned and unzipped her white jeans, the white thong underneath peaking through. I was a bit self-conscious about performing sexually in front of a crowd, but the crowd was very drunk and very into it. Based on Shelley’s moans, I wasn’t doing too bad. I could feel her thong was already wet, though I wasn’t sure from what. Despite my best efforts, though, Jasmin and Daniela’s head start meant Daniela came first, screaming in pleasure as I saw her blue jeans get soaked, her orgasm causing her to lose all control. I felt Shelley grinding into me as I kept up the pace, and the sight of Daniela wetting herself as she came along with Shelley moaning in my ear and grinding her ass into me put me over the edge. I knew Shelley could feel me cumming and she soon followed suit, spurts of piss escaping her right into my hand as she leaned back into me. I looked down and saw the white jeans turn slightly translucent as the urine raced down her legs and formed a puddle. With Shelley’s ass pressed against me, I also felt her cheeks open up and she lost control of her bowels. Having cum, too, my bladder’s urge came back with a vengeance and I gave up, pissing my own jeans as Shelley pooped. Despite the thong, her jeans were tight enough to hold her load in place. It was a strange feeling, the combination of the sexual act plus the loss of control from both of us, plus a crowd that was not only not grossed out, but cheering us on. After things had settled down, we had cleaned up the mess on the floor, and checked off everyone’s names, Shelley said, “Well, I guess it’s just down to Sarah and Michelle.” Sarah looked pained in the effort of holding. Her top was barely covering her breasts, so her midriff was entirely exposed. At this point, I could see the impact of holding as she had a visible tummy bulge as opposed to her usual flat, toned stomach. She said, “It’s not worth holding any longer - Michelle can win.” Sarah let go, the hissing loud enough to be audible in the room. The leather pants showed nothing, but streams came pouring out of her pants at her feet. Additionally, Sarah let go of her bowels and that was visible in her tight leather pants as a bulge quickly formed and expanded. We could also hear the muffled farts and crackling despite the crowd cheering her on. By the end of a minute, a puddle several feet wide was on the floor and the bulge was compressed but still the size of an orange. Her stomach, though, was back to its flat and toned self. We all chipped in to clean it up and then cheered Michelle on as the winner. Michelle beamed, drunk but proud of herself as the person on the team with the strongest bladder. Eva called out, “Now unlock the bathroom and enjoy your victory!” Michelle shook her head no. She said, “Win and lose as a team!” We were unsure what she meant until she spread her legs apart and began peeing her pants on purpose, the leggings glistening somewhat but most of the urine coming straight out and straight to the floor between her legs. We all cheered her on as she peed for over a minute. After cleaning up, the board looked like this: Jessica - 11:03 PM Whitney - 11:18 PM Taylor - 11:04 PM Lauren - 11:07 PM Charlotte - 11:02 PM Devin - 11:26 PM Jasmin - 11:25 PM Mia - 11:32 PM Eva - 11:53 PM Leslie - 11:41 PM Aveline - 11:50 PM Shelley - 12:03 AM *redacted (me)* - 12:04 AM Sarah - 12:11 AM Daniela - 12:01 AM Michelle - 12:16 AM With the competition over, we celebrated with another round of drinks and the combination of our intoxication and our giddiness after doing something as silly as a holding contest meant no one remembered to actually unlock the bathroom. In fact, not long after that last round of drinks, people began passing out for the night. Mia and Leslie passed out on the largest couch while Aveline passed out on a single sofa chair. Devin and Charlotte knocked out on a loveseat while Michelle got the rest sleeping bags. Jessica and Whitney shared one while Taylor and Lauren took another, the four stripping to their underwear before snuggling in together. Daniela took Jasmin to bed in Eva’s bedroom. Eva and Sarah were in Michelle’s bed. Michelle suggested we take Sarah’s and she joined her roommates. Shelley laid down and was immediately out like a light. I managed to take off my jeans before passing out alongside her. The next morning, I was the first to wake up. Despite having damp boxers and Shelley’s damp and stained white jeans, we didn’t seem to mess up Sarah’s bed. I shuffled downstairs to make coffee, making sure I did the maximum amount since I was pretty sure the others would want coffee as well. Downstairs, I first saw Charlotte’s purple thong as her skirt had ridden up while she laid on the couch. It had dried out since last night, but the two sleeping bags were surrounded by puddles. I couldn’t tell who, but at least two people had wet themselves in their sleep between Jessica, Whitney, Taylor, and Lauren. As I waited for the coffee, I glanced over at Charlotte’s thong again and saw them darken. I realized she was wetting them in her sleep right in front of my eyes! I stood, mesmerized, before Charlotte rolled over and her skirt fell back over her thong, though the couch showed a wet patch. Soon, the coffee was ready and as I poured myself a cup, Daniela and Jasmin came downstairs, both in their underwear. Daniela was wearing purple hipster panties and a matching bra while Jasmin had on similar panties, but red. I thought I could make out a just slightly darker spot representing last night’s accident, while Jasmin’s panties were still loaded given the bathroom was still locked. In fact, that was the first thing she said to me. “I can’t believe the bathrooms are still locked. We were crazy last night.” I nodded. “I’m sure Michelle will be up soon.” I poured them both coffee. Us quietly talking and drinking coffee likely woke others up as Mia and Leslie rolled out of their couch and joined us. Aveline was next to get up, her white sweatpants stained a faint yellow. She sipped her cup and complained, “I need to pee again. Is Michelle or anyone else with the key awake yet?” I shook my head no and Aveline tsk-tsk’d her disappointment. Jessica and Whitney were up next and they gingerly got out of their sleeping bag. They looked down at their soaked underwear, Jessica in her stained white full-cut panties and Whitney in blue ones. Jessica muttered, “This is so embarrassing, I can’t believe one of us peed in our sleep.” Jasmin reassured them, “Don’t sweat it. We all literally had accidents last night, remember? I’m still in my messy underwear.” Whitney seemed to be a little less embarrassed, too. “Besides, we probably both peed, not just one of us.” Taylor and Lauren were awake during the conversation and unzipped themselves out of the sleeping bag, revealing Taylor’s blue bikini panties and Lauren’s white cheeky panties, both also soaked. Lauren joked, “You mean us four peed. It is what it is.” Charlotte awoke next and panicked for a moment, feeling how wet she was. She jumped up to her feet. “Oh my god! I peed in my sleep!” Lauren just laughed. “Join the club, that makes you the fifth person last night.” That made Charlotte feel better and Devin got up as well. I made a second batch of coffee for the six who most recently awoke and Shelley, who came downstairs soon after in her stained brown and yellow loaded white jeans. Aveline asked, “Are the hosts awake yet?” Shelley shook her head no. “Honestly, I think I heard snoring.” Devin groaned and she went up to bang on the bedroom door, but no one answered. After we finished our coffees and woke up, I suggested breakfast but the others decided to line up at the bathroom. Charlotte & Whitney said they didn’t need to go, either, so we made eggs and ate them in the kitchen while the others waited for the hosts to wake up. Charlotte and Whitney cleaned up the living room puddles while I went to join the line. At the front of the line was Devin, who was still in her black pants and tight purple top from last night, which revealed every detail of her breasts and torso. Her black pants were tight but had a long zipper in the front, which she had unzipped. This revealed black panties underneath, and her hands were thrust into her crotch inside her pants. Jessica, Taylor, and Lauren were next, standing in their bras and panties. Despite all likely having peed recently, I could tell the coffee had worked through their systems as being in their underwear did not hide how tightly they clenched their cheeks. I, too, felt my bowels waking up and knew I wasn’t far off from where all the ladies were either. Mia and Leslie were next, fully clothed but Mia’s black leggings clearly still bulging from last night’s accident. Jasmin and Daniela were next, both in their underwear, while Aveline was after that. Aveline’s tight white sweatpants showed clear pantylines and Aveline, too, occasionally clenched her ass. She was also openly holding her crotch and dancing around. Shelley was last and beside me, and she was calmer than Aveline but whispered to me, “That coffee worked right through me.” “Me too. Someone better get Michelle or someone in that room awake.” The first person to lose control was Aveline. Given her sweatpants were tight enough to see her pantylines, the first bump of her turtleheading then losing control was visible. Over a minute, it grew from the size of the tip of a finger to a golf ball to an orange. After that, she gave up and peed again, her sweatpants translucent and showing her pink panties underneath with a brown bulge. She slumped her shoulders in defeat and waddled away to the living room as others quietly comforted her. At this point, the bedroom door opened and Michelle stepped out and was taken aback by the line. Girls started shouting at her to unlock the door and Michelle hurried to do so before she rushed downstairs to make coffee. Devin rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door, her pants falling down as she ran in. I got a glimpse of her black panties from behind, but I think she made it. As Devin was in the bathroom, Sarah and Eva exited too, joining Michelle for coffee. We could hear Devin not only pee, but have her customary morning shit as well. This proved to be too much for Jessica, next in line. I remembered that literally everyone in line had coffee and we all know how coffee affects most people in the morning. Jessica’s white panties hid nothing as a brown bulge appeared. Jessica stood rigidly still, hand on the doorknob, farting quietly as the first turd curled up, creating a sizable bulge. It was followed by a quicker but smaller second turd, this one accompanied by a sprinkle of piss as the bulge was now big enough to push the leg bands away from her skin. I could literally see through the gap directly at Jessica’s load. Her loss of bladder control showed she must have also peed in her sleep, since her bladder was mostly empty. Taylor’s blue bikini panties showed a bulge too, and by the time Devin opened the door, Taylor also had let go and waddled in after Jessica with an orange-sized load. Lauren’s ass remained tightly clenched in her white cheeky panties, but occasionally it unclenched and re-clenched. At one point, a hint of a bulge appeared then disappeared, and I knew Lauren was holding it with all her might. Fortunately for her, Taylor and Jessica didn’t bother to clean up - merely dump their loads then exit, both of their panties stained but empty now. Lauren hurried in and we heard her let go into the bowl, sort of making it. Listening to someone else go was agonizing, and Mia fully peed where she stood, her leggings re-glistening with her third accident in 24 hours - peeing, pooping, and peeing again. Others gave Mia a sympathetic glance, but I was locked in on Leslie’s ass. Her black jeans didn’t show much, but I swore I saw a hint of movement as a subtle bulge drooped down her right butt cheek. I was pretty sure she had let go, too, but I had no confirmation as Lauren exited in mostly clean white panties (well, stained yellow and with a brown streak). Mia and Leslie rushed in together, not hiding their bodies given their prior friendship on the cross country team as well. As we waited for them to clean up, Shelley muttered, “Fuck it.” I looked down and saw she already had a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on her crotch that I hadn’t noticed before. I then heard a very clear hissing sound as she not only let go but pushed empty her bladder, the wet spot growing quickly and racing down her legs before forming a puddle at her feet. I had to go both ways quite badly at this point, but I was frankly saved by my arousal, which stopped me from pissing myself. When Mia and Leslie left, I followed Shelley in and she lowered her now deeply stained white jeans and gingerly lowered her thong over the toilet bowl, finally getting rid of her solid load from last night. She got off the seat so I could pee and took off her jeans and threw away her thong. I stood there, erect penis in hand, and couldn’t pee. Shelley smirked at my problem and instructed me to sit down. “I think I know how to make that go away.” Shelley mounted me on the toilet seat facing me and rode me as we kissed. After what I witnessed this morning, I knew it wouldn’t take long, but even that was too long for the three women left waiting outside. Michelle impatiently unlocked the door and swung it open but froze at the sight of us having sex. The shock did a number to them, and I could see facing the door a wet spot blossom on Eva’s jean shorts. Sarah, too, let go and I could hear the piss trickling down her still loaded leather pants and gather on the floor. Michelle had to go a different way, and the surprise caused her to let a fart escape. That sight did it for me and I came right in Shelley, who seemed to enjoy the attention and came as well. By the time we were done, Sarah had fully wet herself and left to come back later to clean up, her bulge in her leather jeans held together but wobbling as she walked. Eva couldn’t lower her jean shorts because she had also loaded them last night, so she sat fully clothed over the sink and finished peeing. After cumming, too, my bladder and bowels returned with a vengeance and since I was already sitting on the bowl, I began peeing and pooping without any control over it. Michelle looked extremely annoyed as she stood in front of me while Shelley sheepishly put on her jeans and escaped, leaving me in the uncomfortable glare of both women. An initial glistening appeared on Michelle’s crotch but stopped as she crossed her legs tightly. Eva finished peeing before me and hopped off, leaving Michelle and I alone in the bathroom. I heard Michelle fart again, along with another sprinkling along her inner thighs. She commanded I get off the toilet. “But I haven’t wiped yet…” “As if I care. Get out of the bathroom!” I hurriedly pulled up my boxers and stepped out, looking back and seeing an initial bulge appear on Michelle’s ass in her yoga pants before she turned around and slammed the door shut. The rest of the morning was uneventful, with the ladies who were able to head home without evidence doing so while the others stuck around and did laundry. I stuck around due to Shelley cleaning out her white jeans, which miraculously worked. No one mentioned accidents again that morning and though my ears burned red with embarrassment around Michelle, Eva, and Sarah, they acted like nothing was weird. With the season over, the job was done, though I stayed in touch with many of the players. We didn’t really discuss or witness accidents ever again, except the occasional mention of a “legendary party.” Shelley and I remained close, though she got a serious boyfriend the next school year and we were only friends after that. I always wondered if those two ever got up to any of the shenanigans we did, though…