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View File Last to Use the Bathroom Wins $1000 Wetting Posted here and here, this is a YouTube challenge that's essentially a holding contest. Submitter Drying Submitted 05/19/2019 Category Holding contests Clothing Other  

Back in January, I started an interactive about a group of mercenaries venturing to a dark island to break a curse. As much as I enjoyed, and still enjoy, writing it, I felt that story was started more as a way to prove that I could write. You know, give my own doubts the middle finger. After a few months and a rise in confidence, I felt like the time was right to tackle an idea closer to my heart. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You are roused from your sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled against a silk cushion. I must’ve nodded off. You think as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is hoisting your luggage aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of a wooden gate. You’d fallen asleep before you were even out the town. You can see that the sun is high. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept almost the entire journey. You stretch your arms and yawn. You look around your carriage; it’s your basic oak compartment. Easy on your eyes and easy on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats, dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large red curtain that runs the length of the whole compartment. There is also a small space beneath your seat to store your belongings but you prefer to keep your rucksack by your feet. In your tired state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep; sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in warm welcoming glow. You rub your eyes and lean over to take a glance through your carriage window. It is a beautiful summer day in the midlands, there isn’t a cloud in the sky. birds are chirping and a light breeze blows through the forest, rustling the leaves. You almost regret not walking now, it was the perfect day for it. You feel a tad parched. You lean down, going to reach for your rucksack, looking for your flask, when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. It’s a small ornate hand mirror, tucked under the opposite seat. Strange, I don’t remember packing this. You think as you pick up the hand mirror, wondering just how in the realms it got into your carriage. Perhaps a noble was last to use this carriage and had forgotten it? Regardless, you decide now is a good time to sort yourself out. You want to look your best, after all. You hold the mirror up and examine yourself, meeting the weary gaze of your own reflection. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What does the reflection that stares back at you look like? Your Character Name: Personality: Outfit: Hairstyle: Hair Colour: Appearance: Height: Body Type: Breast size: Extra (Anything else you wish to add about yourself): __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Edit: If anybody would rather use a picture than fill out the description that is fine. (Still will need a name though) ^^

I had a friend just graduate from college, She is 24. Once the graduation was over she was met by friends and family that wanted to take photo's, but she just said one thing, she had to pee badly and needed to find the closest bathroom. Got me thinking, have you seen someone desperate to pee or having an accident at a high school or college graduation? Can be a person who is graduating or members of the audience.

Hey all, I kind of wanted to create a premise that I could write about a series of (fictional) desperate scenarios, so I've created a rather flimsy premise that takes some inspiration from stories like Desperation Visor and the like from back in the day (I'm sure you can find them on this website). I want to have some messing scenarios, but I will give you a heads up if it is, and I'll make sure not all of them are for those who aren't into it. But the set-up and scenario one (with no messing, though a couple of references in the setup) is here! I have a superpower. Well, I have a really dumb and useless superpower, but supernatural and unexplainable it is. The day after I turned 18, in high school, I showed up at school and could, well, inexplicably see people’s bladder and bowel capacity. Like, a percentage would pop up. It was like I was wearing VR goggles that could read your organs. I was shocked, but maybe there was a god and he was as big a pervert as me and got me that as my 18th birthday present, because it just so happened I really, really liked seeing desperate ladies. There isn’t any deeper explanation for why I have this superpower other than that, but thanks to it, I’ve witnessed more than my fair share of desperate moments and accidents. And I’ve decided to write them down in roughly chronological order. I first noticed in my first period English class. Halfway through the class, I realized there was a constant creaking sound and I looked around to find the source. Sitting in front of me was a girl who was shaking and tapping her foot constantly and the chair was creaking in response. I arched my eyebrow, my first thought with my… preferences was… did she have to pee? The moment I thought of that, a number popped up above her - 95%. I almost shouted in surprise - you don’t expect numbers to pop up in your vision! Somehow, though, I just knew - I was looking at how close she was to her max capacity. I was obsessed, and I spent most of class ignoring everything else and just watched her fidget. Funny that she was constantly moving yet no one except me noticed. I realized she must not have gone before she came to school - maybe she woke up late (the messy ponytail her hair was in seemed to second that thought). I know I have to pee immediately when I wake up. And poop. At that thought, another number popped up - 75%. Okay, so she could hold that for a bit longer, but she probably needed to go both ways. I suspect she never asked to go because people assume you’ve gone before you got to school or right when you got to school and no one asks to go in first period. Our English teacher was relatively strict so may not have been worth the ask. When the bell rang, she was at 97% and her legs were tightly crossed, her hand hovering by her crotch. She immediately darted out of the class, and I followed as closely as I could, but she slipped into a bathroom before I could catch up. Just to confirm my suspicions, I went to the male bathroom next to it even though I didn’t have to go and waited a couple of minutes. I stepped out and very slowly used the water fountain and just as I really had to leave to my next class, I saw her leave the bathroom looking relieved. Two “0%”s popped up over her head, signifying she must have gone both ways. I spent the next few days abusing this power and looking at every girl to see where they were at. Unfortunately, turns out most 18+ people are pretty good at this holding thing and seemed to always use the bathroom in the range of 70-80%. I once saw a girl at 95% for her bowel capacity as she ran back to her car after school, which must have been someone who really didn’t want to use a school bathroom, but there was no obvious sign she was not going to make it. That being said, this was the spring, so a few weeks later, it was finals week - and that was a different story. Each final was a over two hours long. Holding it through one wasn’t bad, but you wouldn’t want to hold it through multiple at a time. Some teachers would let you use passing time to finish your final, which some slower test takers gladly used, but that left no time for bathroom breaks. On day one, I had English and science in the morning and an extracurricular class in the afternoon. Everyone seemed fine during the English final, but I noticed one girl in particular. Her name was Alex and she was always known as both one of the hottest girls in high school and yet one of the… most academically challenged, shall we say. I finished my exam early and looked around, now adept at casually using my powers. Most people were in the 30-50% range - I could imagine those higher up would use the bathroom between finals, but most would be fine even to go straight to their next one. I was a little disappointed, but this was the real world. 18 year olds, at least without alcohol, had pretty good bladder control. I did see one 62%, though, and I did a double take. It was Alex! She had a nalgene water bottle and was clearly drinking a lot of it. It was a hot summer day, so I don’t blame her, but she was definitely at risk of needing to use her passing time to finish the exam. Looking over, it didn’t even seem like she was past the second page, and there were six! She had less than half the time to do all that. Alex genuinely was very attractive. She probably looked a bit like this model, with wavy blonde hair, though her outfit that day was more like this. She was wearing a tank top and sweatpants, like in that picture, clearly deciding not to dress up for the last week of school. She was not doing that fashion thing where you wear brand name boxer briefs, though, and so when she sat her low-waisted sweatpants clearly showed her blue underwear from behind (remember that low-waisted fad? I didn’t mind for perverse reasons but what an unfortunate fashion choice for the ladies of the 2000’s). I couldn’t help but stare as the numbers creeped up. At 65% her left leg began to tap. At 70% she lifted her leg and sat on it, an uncomfortable position in one of those desk-chairs and seemingly very awkward, but it was her coping mechanism. At 72%, the bell rang, and she was on the final page. I headed out, but I knew she was in my science final. Would she have the time to go in between? I sat down at my science final, waiting for all the students to trickle in. Alex was one of the last, running in as the bell rang. She was at 75%. Marginal, I thought. Would 25% be enough to finish this final? Maybe, if she hadn’t completely finished her nalgene bottle full of water! I was excited at the thought of it. I looked around, and most people were either in 30-40% or near 0, clearly having gone between classes. A couple girls were between 50-60%, clearly using passing time as well, but I doubted they would have any issues holding it through one final since they weren’t even desperate yet. It was just Alex who had misjudged her time. Or rather, made the sacrifices needed to finish her English exam. How would she concentrate on her science exam? How would I concentrate?! She sat right in front of me in our class! She turned to me. She never talked to me. “God, that English exam was sooo hard.” I didn’t think so, but I wasn’t about to judge. “Yeah, did you end up using passing time to finish it?” “Yeah…” She lowered her voice. “I have to pee so bad.” I was shocked. She would say that to me, a nobody, a wallflower of the school… I couldn’t think of any response but thankfully the teacher then told us to be silent as she began passing out the exam. As we got started, I peaked over my desk. Alex had her leg up again, heel dug into her crotch most likely. She was bent over, which means I got a clear sight of not only her blue underwear (which was clearly a thong, now that I was close) and the top of her butt. Again… a fashion trend we will all regret by the 2010s. Her legs were incessantly shaking. I forced myself away and focused on the exam. A bit harder than English… but not too bad either. Halfway through, though, and I heard a sharp inhale. I looked up and Alex had both legs down but crossed with her right hand shoved in her crotch and her left hand furiously writing (she was left handed). I looked at her number… 90%. That went up fast. Must be the water going through her system. I watched for a minute as she fidgeted and rocked back and forth and pulled her hand out of her crotch before immediately putting it back in, but I had to force myself to finish my exam. I wasn’t about to fail science just because I was horny! I finished with about 30 minutes to spare. I looked up and Alex was at 96%. I could not at the time even imagine how she was feeling. She had her pencil down for a moment and her head just in her hand, other hand now permanently in her crotch. I may have been that desperate once or twice in my life since, and it’s like being light headed. There’s no concentrating on anything else. I could not blame her. I wondered how close she was to the end of the exam. She got back to work, but her movements were slow and tentative now. There was no way she was finishing in time. I decided not to turn in my exam as I pretended to look it over, glancing at Alex time to time. She had her legs twisted two ways, then the other, then tapped her foot furiously. Over the next fifteen minutes I saw it tick up to 97%... then 98%... then 99%. What was she going to do? She could NOT hold it a minute longer. Was she going to just run out of the room? Alex, for all her reputation as a ditz, didn’t actually get bad grades, and I could see why. She didn’t give up. She didn’t give up when I would have easily given up to save face. Especially since she was a popular girl with a reputation at stake. I saw something I had never seen before, one that had me at 100% attention. The number went down. From 99% to 97%. There’s no other explanation than her leaking. I stared at her. She was currently cross-legged with her hand in her crotch, her favored position. There was no sign she leaked except her ears, poking out of her wavy blonde hair, were bright red. Her pencil was at a standstill. Suddenly, it went from 97% to 95%. Oh, how I wish I could see her facial expression. Her head tilted down - she must have been checking her pants. After a few seconds, though, she got her second wind and began writing again. 5 minutes later and it was back at 98%. Then 99%. She looked around furtively but didn’t see anyone looking - I was directly behind so she had no idea. She stared down at her crotch and then I saw the number ticking down. 98%. 97%. 96%. 95%. It stopped again. Did she just do that intentionally? She pulled her hand out of her crotch and I saw it was… glistening. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She began furiously scribbling. No sign of wetness from behind, but she must have been soaked in her crotch and maybe her butt as well. Her leak served her well for a few minutes, but at two minutes before the bell rung, it climbed to 99%... then 100%. Her hand jammed back in between her crossed legs, and I saw it drop to 98% then stop. Then it dropped to 96%. Then I saw the wetness creep to the back of her sweatpants and climb up the back. It dropped to 93% and I saw a puddle forming in her seat. I was in heaven, though I felt bad I was enjoying so much at her expense. What was she going to do? She leaked yet again - I wonder if her bladder was just plain tired - and it was down to 90%. The puddle was so close to dripping to the floor… but she stayed still and began to write again. I had to admire the perseverance. The bell rang and she kept writing. I pretended to be stuck on the last question. The teacher barely looked up and said anyone could stick around for 10 minutes of passing time. Most people left, and then by five minutes in everyone besides Alex and I did. Having calmed down enough to stand up, I used this time to slowly turn in my exam and went back to my desk to grab my stuff. She was up to 96%... as I passed her I saw she was on the final question. I saw a glimpse of her crotch, hand in it, and it was dark and wet all around her hand. As I very slowly zipped up my backpack, though, I saw the dams burst. She let out a little meep and the number creeped down… 95%... 94%... 93%... slowly the puddle grew again and then finally spilled over. A drip began to echo, so loud to me but probably not actually even loud enough for the teacher to hear. The dropping accelerated. 90%. 85%. She was full on peeing. It kept going until 50%. The drip became a stream and a puddle formed on the floor. I simply stared. The teacher noticed nothing, thankfully, since it would be weird as hell for me to be just standing there. I pulled out a couple of books to cover… a certain part of me and I put on my backpack. She turned to me, panic on her face. She mouthed, “Help me.” What the hell was I to do? She must have given up on the last question at this point. I gave her a book to cover her front. I whispered, “I’ll walk behind you as you leave” as if I was doing her a favor and not being a perv. Sitting, fortunately, the wet spot in the front was just centered around the crotch and easily blocked. When she stood up, though, the entirety of her ass was glistening wet. It’s a sight I have permanently in my memory. She walked up and smoothly dropped the exam at the teacher’s desk without removing the book from her front and I quickly closed the distance as she turned to leave so the teacher wouldn’t see her behind. Hopefully for her, we would never see this class again and they would either not figure out who caused the puddle or she would have graduated and no one else would know. Fortunately for her, the hallways had essentially cleared as everyone headed to lunch, the one subject no one hangs out in the hallways to avoid going to. Now that we were out, she spoke out loud. “I’m so embarrassed. Thank you.” All I could muster was “It’s no big deal.” A couple seconds later and I said, “It could happen to anyone. Finals are long.” She asked me, “Would you come with me to my locker?” More time with her? Sure thing! I nodded, not showing my excitement (and book still over my front) and we went down a couple hallways to her locker, which was fortunately nearby. She put her backpack in and dug around in the bottom before pulling out another set of sweatpants. She closed her locker and beckoned that I follow. With nothing blocking her, I could see the full extent of the damage. It was like a baseball on the front, but it was the size of a basketball on the back, her whole butt covered and her upper thighs as well. Down another hallway was the girls’ bathroom. She asked me, “Could you check if it’s empty?” I nodded, thrilled at the idea I got to go into the girls’ bathroom. I walked in and looked under the stalls. I opened the door and said, “You’re clear.” She walked in and I turned to leave. She said, “You’ve been so helpful and nice. You don’t have to leave… plus I need someone to watch the door.” I could not believe how this day was going. “Uh… sure.” She handed me her dry sweatpants. I turned to put my back against the door so no one could enter and she headed into a stall and pulled her wet sweatpants and thong down. A trickle started as she finished peeing. I checked… 0%. She flushed before meticulously pulling off her sweatpants and thong. She exited out of the stall, nude from the bottom down (trimmed but not shaved, you pervs!). I was a shy guy, this was definitely the closest I had gotten to a naked lady as a post-pubescent person in my life so far. Her thong was on top, and I saw how the front was just totally wet. She threw the clothes away and buried them in paper towels before drying down her legs, giving me a good look at her ass. She walked over to me and grabbed the sweatpants. “Why are you holding a book over… oh.” The jig was up. She had seen my raging erection. Fortunately (I guess? Given the circumstances?), she chalked it up to seeing her naked, not seeing her pee. I stammered, “Sorry....” She replied, “Well… honestly… I’m just glad I can still have that effect on a guy who’s seen me pee my pants.” She pulled up her sweatpants right in front of me. “How do I look?” “Good… oh… uh… I mean, no one can tell what happened.” She smiled. “Perfect.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’ll be our secret.” We left and went our separate ways and unfortunately never talked again (she went to college somewhere far far away).

Hello all! Etchyfox here to let you all get to know the character for my next Omorpg: Heist. Kira, professional bad girl and acquisitions expert, stars in this new stealth game! Heist will be an indirect sequel to audition, but may tie in more than you think~ You can find the first game here! Without further ado!

It has been awhile since I have contributed anything, so I'm posting a few pics from the last year or so.

One of my fantasies is to wet my pants in front of strangers. People should see it. But I don't dare yet and don't want to upset anyone. Any suggestions?

So I was wondering who all on here is into bed wetting? Either doing it or watching people do it. It’s a huge turn on for me, not sure why but it is.

View File School girl panty pissing Edda was no good schoolgirl! Because she treated her things badly she will be punished by her teacher with spanking. Besides, before nothing but fear she pees to herself in the panty. Ohweia this gave trouble 😮 for your viewing pleasure Submitter melikai Submitted 05/19/2019 Category Desperation Clothing  

View File Wet Diaper Rubs "I'm wearing a wet Dry/247 Diaper under my silky panties. The warm wetness feels so good against my pussy, I start running my hands slowly across the crinkly plastic. It feels so tingly down there, I keep rubbing my diaper, harder and faster, and teasing my clit through the thick, wet, layers. Come and watch me enjoy my soaked diaper." She's so good at what she does Submitter melikai Submitted 05/19/2019 Category Peeing  

Here's a short little one-off I did to fulfill a request of someone in the request topic. Didn't spend to much time on it, but hope you enjoy! Little Kathy Evergreen was more than excited to see snow for the first time in what felt like forever. She’d been skiing once before when her school had visited the nearest resort, but that felt like ages ago. In fact, it was only last year, but to an 11-year-old a year was practically a decade. Her parents had finally relented and decided to allow her special snow day trip, if only because they were just as eager to get a vacation. Kathy was an excellent skier, thank-you-very-much. She just hadn’t been able to figure out how to go down any big hills yet. Or any hills for that matter. But she had gotten very good at moving around slowly in a pair of skis, and she would have gone down the bunny slope at the end of the last trip had they not run out of time just before she could. She wasn’t glad or anything that she didn’t have to prove to all her friends how good she was at skiing, they should have already known anyway just because of how awesome she was. Skiing ability aside, Kathy just loved snow. It was so pretty, and it made everything look so bright and cheerful. Take what would be a boring dirt hillside in the summertime and add some snow, and you had a mystical winter wonderland. She couldn’t wait. It hardly snowed where she lived, and they had to drive forever to get to the snow. It was only an hour or so up the road, but to an 11-year-old an hour was practically a whole year. Who had time to wait around for a whole hour in a boring car when there was snow somewhere out there to be skied all over. And she would go down one of the hills today, no matter what her parents seemed to think. Maybe not one of the big hills, but surely one of the smaller ones. Or at least the bunny slope. Maybe she could work up to the bunny slope. Of course, just wearing skis was fun on its own, wasn’t it? She’d have to decide later. “C’mon Kathy it’s time to get in the car.” Kathy’s parents had already packed everything they were going to need. They didn’t have any ski equipment of their own, but planned to rent it when they got there. All they had to bring was warm clothes and snacks. Kathy was wearing several layers already in preparation. It was uncomfortable, but she kept telling herself that she didn’t want to be cold, so it was for the best that she stay in those clothes until they got there. Plus it was so many layers that it would take forever to take them all off, just to have to put them on again when they arrived. As Kathy opened the door to the back seat of the car, her mother reminded her, “Kathy did you use the bathroom before leaving the house? We’re going to be in the car for a while and you might not get another chance before we get there.” “I already did this morning. Let’s goooooooo.” Kathy was impatient to get going already. She hadn’t actually used the bathroom all morning, but she didn’t feel like she needed to go, so it was probably fine. She could just go when they got there if she needed to. She hoped the drive didn’t take too long. ---------------------------- The drive took too long. It was fooooooreeeeeeeveeerrrr. It was a little less boring after they got to where you could see snow on the side of the road around them, but up until that point it was unbearable. She thought she was going to die, but somehow she made it. And her excitement was reaching new levels as they made their way through the lodge to the rental area. A nice lady helped her pick out the right skis, boots, and those sticks you used to stand up. It was a little tricky figuring out how to lock in and out of the skis with the special boots, but she got the hang of it. She didn’t know how long they spent in there but she couldn’t wait any more, she needed to be out in that snow skiing. It’s like she was born to do nothing else. She had so much confidence in her skiing ability just thinking about how she would tackle those scary hills this time. She got out the door into the chilly air, where she was glad for the many layers she was wearing. Moving around in her skis was awkward, but surely going down hills would be easy. She could do anything if she set her mind to it. “Kathy, dear, we’re going to go up the lift to the top. You can stay down here for a bit and get comfortable moving around. There’s a hill for kids to try out over there, and a slightly bigger one the other way if you feel up for it. Remember to go inside if you feel tired or thirsty, and remember to take bathroom breaks.” At the mention of bathroom breaks, Kathy remembered she hadn’t had one yet. During the car ride she had started to feel the slight tingle of needing to go. It still wasn’t so bad though. She could definitely hold it a while longer. There was too much skiing to be done to worry about that now. “She’ll be fine,” Kathy’s dad reassured. “She’s been here before, and there are plenty of workers around to make sure everyone stays safe. We’ll meet back here in a couple hours when you’re ready to get something to eat.” Kathy said goodbye to her parents and headed off toward the smaller of the hills her mom had mentioned. The hills didn’t seem as scary as they had last time. Without much difficulty she managed to conquer the first one after only the second try, and she only fell down a little bit. It was the bigger hill that was giving her more trouble. It made her a little scared just looking at it. But she could handle it easy, of course. She was an expert skier now, after all. Somewhere in the back of her mind during all this she realized she really did have to pee badly now. It was only getting worse the longer she waited, but she knew she needed to take on that next hill first. She just had to work up the nerve. But she really needed to go. If she just took a break for a second. No, if she didn’t go on that hill right now she might not be able to later. It had to be now. She did it! She managed to go down the big hill without stopping or falling once! She was so proud of herself she nearly forgot she needed to get to a bathroom, ASAP. Pressure was building and she was starting to freak out a little bit. She was going to be able to hold it right? She wasn’t a little girl anymore, she had taken on the big hill. She shouldn’t have to worry about little girl things like having accidents in her pants. Rushing to the lodge she managed to unhook her heavy snow boots from their locks on the skis. It took her a bit longer than it probably should have, and she was fidgeting more than usual due to her building need. Hurry, hurry, kept running through her head. Where were the bathrooms again? She swore she saw them on the way in. Was she going to make it? She had to. Like a glowing sign from above, she saw a glowing sign above a doorway that read “restrooms” and she nearly sprinted toward it. There was a door for both men and women. She desperately pulled at the handel for the women’s, but to her dismay it didn’t budge. She knocked, quietly at first, but was soon nearly pouding at the door. “Calm down, I’ll be out in a second,” came a voice from inside. This couldn’t be happening. She’d have to find another bathroom. But where? Could she just use the men’s? She didn’t hesitate long before deciding she didn’t have a choice. She barged into the other door, which thankfully wasn’t locked, and slammed it behind her. She hoped she could be in and out of there before anyone noticed she’d used the boy’s room. She thought she was safe, but the final obstacle had shown itself: getting out of her ridiculous multi-layered snow clothes. There were so many straps and zippers that she wasn’t sure where to start. She started pulling desperately around the pants but they wouldn’t just slide off. She realized she was going to pee herself. She had tried so hard but she just couldn’t get her snow suit off in time. She was out of time. The floodgates were breaking open. Pee was coming out of her, slowly soaking into her underwear, and into the many layers of fabric above. She let out a sob as she gave up and let the urine run freely. She sat there and cried helplessly on the bathroom floor. She was supposed to be a big girl, but today had been an utter failure. She was going to be a little girl forever.

So I'm sorry I've been inactive for a while for college exams but now that they're over I'll be able to post a lot more! some of you guys requested more experiences so here you are! So it was a nice Friday in March and it was my friend's birthday, so I was planning to head down to a little mall close to campus after school to see a movie with her and another friend. As I exited my last class, I felt a small twinge in my bladder. I hadn't pissed since this morning, and I'd dranken a large soda during lunch (it was around 3pm now). However, I thought "I can just go at the mall" and scurried to catch the bus to my destination. When I got to the mall, my friend texted and said that they'd be there in around 10 minutes, so I decided to grab a frap at Starbucks. Mistake number one. However, since my bladder wasn't twinging anymore, I completely forgot about that as I slurped my drink and looked around in some stores. When my friend called to say that they were there, my bladder twinged again and I thought about going right now, but decided now to as not to annoy my friend (it was her birthday!). So I walked across the mall to the theatre, tossing away my starbucks as I went. When I got there, my friends were waiting. One of them handed me a large soda and popcorn that she had purchased, and I took is greedily. We went into the movie and it started. It was really quite funny. I slurped my soda, chomped my popcorn, and watched. An hour into the movie, I felt my bladder give a small jolt. I knew I had to pee for real now, no more of the twinge stuff. My soda was gone already, which I instantly regretted. I decided not to go to the restroom, because the movie was just reaching its climax and I didn't want to miss it. There was around an hour of it left, however. As the minutes ticked by, I felt my urge grow steadily worse. I crossed my legs tightly and stuffed my hands into my crotch, but it didn't help. "You can hold it, you're in college!" I thought. I jiggled my legs slightly and almost moaned in delight. It helped a little, but soon my friend was nudging me and saying "stop kicking me!" I apologized and turned my eyes back to the movie. Soon, I felt another huge wave of pee slam into my crotch and groaned. I could feel it pulsating inside me, forcing itself out of my crotch. The warm liquid sloshd around in me as I shifted, jamming my hands into my crotch even harder. It was agony now, and I was cursing at myself for not going before the movie. My bladder seemed to be filling up by the second now. I was gasping and writhing in my seat, forcing the pee not to leak out. My muscles contracted and pain shot through my abdomen, my poor muscles squeezing together painfully. Oh, it hurt so much! My swollen bladder sloshed inside me as we stood up when the movie was (finally) over. My friends had to leave, so as soon as I bade them goodbye (with one hand grasping my crotch), I sprinted to find the restrooms, Sprinting just made it worse and a little bit of leakage slipped into my undies. Finally, I saw a sign up ahead that said "Ladies" and dashed towards it, flinging open the door. When I entered it, I groaned. One of the stalls was out of order and the line was ten people long. I joined the line. Minutes later, I realized that I wouldn't make it. One of the two remainng stalls was occupied by a woman who, judging by the grunting and straining sounds emmiting from the stall, wouldn't be out for a while. The only working stall was moving slowly, and I knew I was going to pee myself by the time it was mine turn. I exited the bathroom and rushed towards the west entrance parking lot, both hands jammed into my crotch as hard as possible. I was thinking that I could find a tree or bust to urinate in, because I didn't see any bathrooms around me. But as I ran, pee started leaking out of my vagina area into my panties. I shut my eyes, running as fast as I could, but running only made it worse. Beads of pee pushed themselves out of my crotch into my panties. Then the dam broke. A golden waterfall erupted from my vagina. Hot, never-ending liquid was gushing out, soaking my panties, running down my legs. I almost moaned with relief, forgetting that I was in a mall! The pee ran down my things, my legs, into my socks. I could hear the sexy hissing noise of it in my leather pants. It felt so good, I almost sank onto the ground in relief. Everything ached, but I didn't care. Everything on my lower half was wet with pee, but the warm urine as still running down my legs like a never ending hosepipe. I think this is one of the best omorashi expierences I've ever had. I ended up going to a nearby store, purchasing a pair of cheap shorts, changing into them, and going home. Ahhhh.....

This story takes place while the events of Avengers Infinity War is going on. Captain Marvel had a mission to on the planet Nowhere, the crime rates have gone up since the Guardians Of The Galaxy was there. Carol wanted to change that, it is why she has been flying there, now her quest begins. She just made it but earlier she drank a lot of water and now she has to pee. Carol hoped that she could make it, she doesn’t like peeing herself as normal girl but it’s because she takes her job to seriously and doesn’t to be know as a little girl that wet herself, she’s also very powerful and being that strong and doesn’t want to fetish in front of strength. Now the Captain’s urge was becoming worse she could focus properly but she did manage to make it to Nowhere without any leaks. Marvel didn’t care about her mission she was so desperate now that she could wet herself in catching a thief or criminal, now that would be embarrassing for her but hot for the crooks. Nowhere’s public bathrooms are disgusting they are not cleaned and there’s always old diapers laying on the ground, that’s what the ladies toilets look but she never ever gone to the men’s in desperation if there’s no more room in the girl’s. She didn’t want to use the public restrooms because there filthy dirty, she thought to herself were would she be sleeping. She thought that she would buy a room in the best hotel in Nowhere. She ran in and luckily she didn’t have to wait, the lady who was serving her was amazed that the gorgeous Captain Marvel has entered. “Captain Marvel big fan what would you like?” “I’ll take the suite, please.” “The $1200 one?” “Yeah that one, oh wait I didn’t bring my wallet.” “Don’t worry I almost forgot that if you are a superhero you don’t pay for a room.” Carol gave her a smile and she wasn’t taking notice of her urge to pee. Just then the desperation kick in she was at the limit and if she didn’t go now then she would have an accident. She takes the keys and get in the lift and there is no one in there so Carol grabs her crotch like a little girl she is in dire need of a toilet. The lift gets to the third floor and must find room 2018 and she does she unlocks it and rushes to the bathroom. She is now frustrated that she can’t take off her suite the zipper at the back is stuck and just had a small leakage in her white panties. “Fuck! I’m already peeing myself.” She moans and groans for a bit the zipper moved a bit but enough for her to take it off. She feels another squirt of pee coming out she starts crying she’s not going to make it. She has to accept that she’s not gonna make it. She then starts peeing the rapid force that coming out is so warm and her crying stops, it looks like she’s enjoying it. Her whole pants has a nice big pee stain on it and probably her panties would be soaked, she didn’t bring spare clothes so she had wash it or be nude under her suit. She stopped peeing and loved it. She did not know why she didn’t like it at first, now she actually could take it off her zipper needs fixing and she went to the bed and was laying on it naked. She was very tired from yesterday when this guy only came robbing at night and at 11:00 o’clock she got him and took her 2 hours to get back to her ship, so Carol fell asleep on her bed. To Be Continued... To

Just a short story I whipped up because I really like realistic hypnosis but also wish it worked a little bit more like magic. also I'm a huge fan of stories where control is slowly taken away from the subject. no actual omo content right now, but I may continue this story if people like it and want to see what happens next. ------------------------------------------- “Are you comfortable? Good. I need you to lie back and start to relax. You wanted to be hypnotized, right? Well there’s a few things you should know about hypnosis before we begin. First, it’s not magic. I don’t count back from 10 and make you fall asleep, then tell you to act like a chicken while you blindly obey. You won’t really be asleep at all, just relaxing. Like you are now.” Hayden wasn’t a skilled hypnotist by any means. But he had some experience with trancing and had listened to enough hypnosis files that he could attempt to imitate the style. It shouldn’t have been very successful. Joleen had never been hypnotized before. Under ordinary circumstances he would have had a hard time getting her into any kind of trance like state, but he had his special helper with him. Some hypnotists liked to use focus tools, like spirals or metronoes, or pendulums or anything that had a slow, repetitive movement to it. Hayden held in his hand a special coin. About the size of a quarter, it was said to have an enchantment on it, and he knew from experience that it was real. With this coin, he was able to easily put anyone he wanted into a deep hypnotic trance. It wasn’t all-powerful, as he’d learned of some of the coins limitations in his test trials, but it was good enough that he could slowly manipulate people into doing nearly anything he wanted. In order to do so, he did need to at least go through the motions, so to speak. He needed to say some words, it didn’t really matter what, as long as they were words that were meant to guide people down into trance. And with no regard for that person’s individual will or their rapport with Hayden, two things vital in actual trance, he could bring them down. He continued, “That’s right. Continue to relax. I want to relax all of the muscles in your body.” This was a sort of induction he’d heard used many times. He began at the head and started naming body parts one by one, tell Joleen to relax all the way down to her toes, then working back up he let her imagine being washed over by a gentle wave, like a tub of warm water filling up around her body until it nearly covered her head. Just before it reached her head he instructed, “Now I want you to relax one more thing for me, before you’re completely engulfed. I want you to relax… your mind. That’s right, let all your thoughts be washed away. The water filling up over your head, but you don’t need to worry about drowning. Just breathe deeply enough and you’ll be perfectly fine. Let you’re breathing come nice and slow as your thoughts drain away and all that’s left is your subconscious mind, floating in a sea of nothingness. “Now that we’re here, here in this deep state. I want you to imagine going even deeper with me now. So deep, to a place where your mind no longer questions, no longer thinks for itself. A place where there is only the sound of my voice. That’s right, listen to my voice and forget all that has been troubling you. All your daily struggles aren’t important here. Just my voice. Without question you will listen, and you’re just so relaxed. You’re so relaxed that when you hear a suggestion, rather than get worked up over trying to figure out what it means, or trying to decide whether or not it’s something you want to do, you just listen, and you do it. “That’s right, you listen, and you obey. Obey my words because it feels right. Because it’s so easy, so simple to obey. Forget coming here to my home today. Forget all the things you were complaining to me about. Forget even that I suggested putting you into hypnotic trance, to help you forget. You don’t remember where you are. You don’t even remember who you are. Put those memories aside and just listen to my words. You are Joleen. You are a girl who has trouble remembering things. Even simple things like… when you need to go to the bathroom. “That’s right, it can be hard to remember things. Remembering memories can be tricky, but remembering feelings can be even trickier. Uncomfortable feelings, like when your bladder is full. A tightness, just a little painful, when you start the feel the need to pee. The next time you start to feel it you won’t immediately recognize what it is. Your brain will start to think of other things and you’ll just let that pressure build unnoticed. You’ll let it build right up until the point when it’s almost too late, sometimes. And you’ll find yourself rushing to the bathroom suddenly, only just barely making it because that feeling crept up on you. So suddenly, like a thief in the night, you won’t catch it until it’s upon you. “This will continue, and as you’ll find yourself less and less able to hold onto your bladder when it’s full. That’s right, when your bladder starts to fill up, even a little bit, you’re going to want to release it immediately. As part of not remembering, that fullness, that feeling of your bladder being full or filling up, it will be strange and foreign to you. You’re going to want to be rid of that feeling as soon as possible. And so it will be that before you even realize it, you’ll be letting go and your bladder will start to empty. It will be embarrassing, but far better than just letting that strange pressure build, that’s for certain. “Because of this, you’ll be dashing to the bathroom often. You sometimes won’t make it in time, and that’s going to make you very embarrassed. You won’t feel like a big girl when you have an accident, and you’ll need to be comforted by someone you look up to. Someone like me. That’s right, you’ll confide all your bathroom related worries in me. You’ll ask me to help, and I’ll gladly help you along your journey. Just keep relaxing now, you may even start to feel the pressure on your bladder building at this very moment, that’s good. Remember to forget what you would normally do with that feeling, and just let it build until it becomes uncomfortable. And then because it’s uncomfortable remember to make that feeling go away as soon as possible by just relaxing, and letting it all out as soon as you can. I’m going to let you wake up now, and you’ll have no memories of any of this session. When I count upward from 0, you’ll be wide awake, and all my instructions will stay with you in your subconscious mind, but you won’t remember any of my words. Ready? 0… 1… 2… That’s right slightly more awake. 3… 4… 5… Eyes opening. 6.. 7… 8.. 9… feel free to sit up and stretch that sleepy feeling away from yourself. "10. Wide awake now, Joleen. You’re right. Hypnosis is probably dumb and doesn’t work.” “Oh c’mon. I wanna see if you can hypnotize me. I bet you can’t,” Joleen said, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Was I lying down just now? That’s weird I feel all lightheaded. Maybe I should get going, it’s pretty late and I’m starting to feel super tired.” “Yeah you’re probably right. I’ll let you get outa here, have a good night.” “Thanks for listening to my problems, maybe you can try your hypnosis thing some other time, you’ve got me all curious about it now.” “Yeah, yeah, next time for sure.” -------------------------------------------------------- Let me know if you want to find out what happens to Joleen and how Hayden will "improve" her life next. Maybe a slow trend toward full on incontinence? Diapers could be involved? I'm thinking of ideas, let me know what you think if you want to read more.

OK, so last weekend..... I purchased a pair of Depends for myself. I loved wearing it, as I crinkled it every time I had a chance to feel it. But then, when it was time for my daily shower, I decided... “OK. How much can this hold really?” I did NOT want to leak on the floor so I put my diapered bottom over the toilet, and let loose. I was able to only go a small amount of pee, but BOY was it yellow and did it feel good on my pussy when I rubbed it~!

I've found this video a few days ago and decided to share it here. I recommend you to check her profile because the stuff she uploads is good. https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/pissing-in-my-pants-and-on-the-floor-40098171 Here's the rip : Pissing in my pants and on the floor.mp4 PS - there's nudity in the video.

Hey folks, I had some free time this morning and I needed a shower anyway so I decided why not kill 2 birds with 1 stone?? Anyway I just sat on the toilet and slowly released through my underwear so I’d get a good spread. You’ll find a few pics below 🙈 Hope someone can find some enjoyment 🙈 Now I’m off to Glasgow for the boxing tonight, toodle pip!!

*Authorized Access: Hello, xError_MissingName here. I will be your conductor for the orchestration of the events you're about to see. From your point of view, the world you're about to witness is a futuristic version of your own. This here is miss Yenesis Heaven, an A-class android. She's 22 years old, brave, and unmistakably beautiful. She is inorganic in her left eye, her breasts, her left arm, her right forearm, and her lower legs. The augmentations have given her many useful abilities and even more potential for upgrades. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's see her. She has fair skin, a beautiful face, short white blonde hair in a bob cut that covers a bit over her left eye, a toned but feminine body, a pair of C cup (but adjustable) breasts, a healthy bottom, and a pair of womanly legs. Her pores are slightly augmented to produce a nutritious, anti-aging clear liquid that enhances cellular reproduction by eliminating cell senescence. The pores on her face can also auto-generate her makeups as well as remove them. The internal workings of her body has similar enhancements to her skin. I tell you all this now because it explains why you'll see her consume much more food and water to run efficiently and survive. In this dreamscape, we have all of time itself. But her journey must start now. She must find purpose in her new life as an android. Feel free to give us some advice. Because when she sleeps... I'll return. ***** ***** Authorized Access Only ***** ***** Checking Subconsciousness ***** ***** Checking Consciousness ***** ... ..... ....... ***** Identify Confirmed ***** [Yenesis Heaven] My eyes open. I see a ceiling fan going around and around. I'm laying in my bed, snuggling under the blanket. This dark brown room stinks. One source of light beams through a broken window cover while the other blinks on and off in my bathroom. Did I forget to turn it off? ... I feel the now common pang in my bladder. It's irritating but something must be done about it. I cross my legs under the blanket. Turning on my side, I slide a hand down there as well. Squirming only as much as I need to, I try to clear the grogginess by sleeping in just a bit more. I try to relax. My body stops and I can feel the weight of my bladder. Sigh. Why do I even care anymore? Who's here to judge me for pissing in my own bed? I start urinating with my eyes closed. The stream hits my wrist before running down the side of my thigh. Piss pools around my bum and starts to spread on the mattress sheet. Good thing I went to bed naked, I guess. Tomorrow I'll move on from here. The abandoned building vibe gives me shivers... that or the warm lake I just made by doing my business in the sheets. The blanket caught it too. Now I regret it. The relief is appreciated but now, reality hits: I just pissed myself in my own bed. I already can't recall the logic that was going through my brain but, carefully, I push myself up off the crime scene, pee dripping from my thighs into the dissipating puddle. The smell makes it even more embarrassing. I throw the blanket over the spot where I laid. I walk into the bathroom. I still have to go. I sit down on the toilet and relax. Now I have to remember where I put my clothes. ... They're in the bedroom, of course. I finish and wipe myself with my bare hand because there's no toilet paper in here. I walk over to the sink and twist the facet. Nothing. I move over to the tub to try the shower. Nothing. I hate this place. I move back into the bedroom and wipe myself down with the dry spots of the blanket. I dress myself into my pair of shiny silver briefs and bra, my pair of tight black pants, my black tank top (that shows off the edges of my bra), and my black sneakers. I don my grey baseball cap and turn on some makeup for myself. Why not? Now it's time to find something to eat. ... I walk down the stairs with echoing steps. The silence really bugs me. I feel a tinge of fear running down my spine as I make it out onto the empty street. If I remember correctly, there's a bar northwest of here. Maybe I'll find a job there too. But first, I have to walk. ... My thighs and bum feel a bit sticky. Gross. The bar is right in front of me. The street here is a bit dirtier and feels more lived on. Noises of the bar's patrons tell me that I'm safe to enter without drawing too much attention to myself. I walk inside. A colorful palette of neon colors greet me along with the sight of a dozen and a half patrons drinking and talking among themselves. Only the bar owner pays me any attention. I walk over to him. The man is rather large in a bulky, strongman way. He has an eyepatch over his left eye and a cigarette on his lips. He's got a full beard that looks to be still growing on him and a buzz cut head of dark hair. Auto-analyzing his profile, he should be around his late forties to early fifties. Even though he appears younger, he's augmented just a bit. He seems nice though, maybe he'll see me as the same. "Hey there, you want a drink?" He says. A drink? At this early hour of the day? "No, thanks. Do you have something to eat?" I reply. "Sure, what do you want? I've got rations, soups, bread, sandwiches, burgers, and fish balls." That's... a unique variety of food. "Um, how much for some soup?" "Wait a minute, young lady." Uh oh. "... You don't have any credits to your name." Crap, he checked my profile. "Can I owe you for this one? I haven't eaten since... days ago," I say to him. "Listen here, kid, I'll do you one better." ... Huh? "If you're willing to work, I'll get you some food. You are looking for a job too, right? No point in coming here, otherwise, unless you were banking on a stranger's generosity. Hah!" I nod my head. "Alright, so you're willing to work, yes?" "Yeah." "Good. Listen closely then, kid," he leans in. "I've recently received a shipment of some specialized beers and I need someone to deliver it. My usual driver yesterday got in an accident real bad and doesn't even lift a finger now. I need you to drive the truck that I have in the back of the bar to this address... here." The barkeeper hands me a chip. The location must be on it but... "Why the secrecy?" I decide to ask. "Because it's a specialized beer, see? Secret recipe. I don't plan on living in his dump for any longer than I have to and that beer is going to put our name on the map. I need you to deliver it to where my people are so they can spread the word and product. Do what you're supposed to and I'll even pay you, yeah? But don't open up the back of the truck, understand? Or else you'll ruin the refrigeration." Sounds doable. "Yeah, alright. Can I get something first though?" "Oh yeah, here," he hands me a key. "Again, the truck's just 'round the back." "... I meant some food." "Oh, that's right. Early payment for you, I guess. Now, what do you want?" I order a soup and a few sandwiches and start eating. Everything tastes alright but I'm in no position to be a critic. I quickly chug down a few glasses of water before heading out. Stuffed, I make my way to where the truck should be and find a monstrosity in its stead. The supposed delivering truck is a safety regulation gone out the window. Sigh. No complaints though. A girl's gotta eat. I climb into the truck and start it up. I implant the chip into my arm and it gives me some coordinates... twelve hours away. Motherfucker. Yet... I'm also in no position to bargain. It's just time to drive. ... Five hours on an empty desert road and I'm beginning to feel like shit. The air conditioning doesn't work, the sun is right in my face, and I actually have to take a rest stop. I feel my bladder aching in defiance against my rubbing legs. This time, I'm NOT pissing all over myself. At any point on the road, I know I can simply stop for a quick break. But I'm just as stubborn as my bladder. I'll not stop if I'm not asked nicely or, in other words, if it doesn't stop wrecking my nerves and making me look like an un-potty-trained six year-old who constantly has to pee every few hours. Grumble. Great. But not great. I have to poop. An immediate pain grips my stomach as I instinctively bend forward and clutch it with a free hand. I could feel the intense pressure building up, calmly but menacingly demanding me to let go. But all I had was soup and a few sandwiches. At most, it should've blocked my system... unless... the food was fucking dirty. Sweat begins to bead on my forehead where the sun couldn't manage before. THUMP. A bump in the road suddenly launches me off the seat for a split second. "Damn it!" I felt it, a jet of something warm running through my uterus. I bend straight back up and I could feel the full force of the pressure in the back again. Alright, time for a stop. I glance at the side view mirrors, holding on with a left hand buried between my legs and crotch and the elbow of my left arm trying fruitlessly to massage my stomach. For some reason, both sides of the road has a big enough ditch for the truck to get stuck in if I try to pull over. I grit my teeth. Through sticky strands of hair covering my face, I could see the end. An impossibly long stretch of extra rocky desert road. Worst yet, another truck is coming up behind me. If I jump out now, I'll piss immediately, with or without pants. "F-Fuck me... f-fuck it!" I groan, signal, and pull over on the side of the road. My right hand works to put the truck in parking with my left hand struggles to unbutton my pants. The hard stop gives the last push to break my control as the front of my pants begins to grow hot. I rush to quickly yank my pants and briefs down to my knees. To my horror, the flood doesn't wait before I can open the side door and hot pee shoots into the door's compartment. A bit leaks away from the main stream and flows onto my thighs before the leather seat. I finally open the door. "Haaahhh..." The stream soaks the ground with intensity, blowing up steam and the smell of hot piss. I hang onto the door with one hand while the other hangs onto the neck of the seat. My legs, stuck in a pair of briefs and pants, spread with little success to keep the stream from separating into smaller rivulets running down into my shoes. I feel my face grow hotter than before. A cramp suddenly drops me as I hit the gravel clutching my stomach with one arm. Seeing the oncoming truck with no chance of stopping, I feel my embarrassment grow to an unbearable level. I yank my underwear up... a bad mistake. The pee hits the material with its full force and causes the gusset of the briefs to dip before flooding completely, marking a dark but shiny spot on it. Groan. I can't pull my pants up or else I'll flood them too. I push myself to finish quickly while using the door to hide my flushed face from the truck that's coming up close. My embarrassment mounts as a sizable puddle forms beneath me because the ground can't absorb quickly enough. The truck stops. Its front doors open. Two men in black suits exit the vehicle, pointing their guns at me. "Freeze, freak! You're under arrest!" "Put your hands in the air!" It looks like they drive a transport truck for prisoners, the SSH or the Superior Society of Humans. It's no coincidence that they are here. Either they stalk this road, the barkeeper set me up, or both. In any case, I've been caught with my pants down... literally, and with one too many guns to even try to get away or disarm anyone. "Lay down, freak!" I slowly lay down on my stomach, pants down and wincing with every movement in a puddle of my own pee. Life... is a bitch.

Greetings everyone! I've been on and off this site for the last couple years, mainly just for story writing purposes. I've had new ideas and passions coming and going, not to mention some serious writers block, moving states, and having my old laptop die on me. I've settled, bought a new one, and have been writing for NanoWimo this month. The story I was working on just didn't have the flow I wanted to and to see if I could jog anything, I went reading through some of my older work. Master and Servant was one of the longest stories I'd ever written and I about punched myself when I realized how long I'd left it, and the way I'd left it unfinished. I've been thinking it over for a few days, and I realized that I really want to give it a proper ending. There are things I would change and do differently, so I decided the only fair thing to do was to give it another try and re-write it. Let me know what you guys think, I want to hear feedback and ideas to help grow and change as a writer...especially one who indulges a pissing fetish ? Hope you guys enjoy! The first chapter is a long one, reader beware! Ch. 1: Let the Games Begin Hermione Granger could pinpoint the exact date and time when her little habit had formed. She was eleven years old, the second Tuesday of November that year. On Halloween she’d been trapped in the girl’s loo and nearly had her head taken off by a troll. Since then, she found that every time she tried to use one of the girl’s toilets, her heart began to pound in her chest and her bladder quiver in her belly. She would rather, and many times nearly did, release its contents right outside the door than go inside. The fear she had was terrible, making her feel cold, clammy, and sick every time she so much as thought as going to the ladies’ room. It led to hours of agony, holding her water in her belly until it ached, only letting her pee flow when she was safe inside her dorm at Gryffindor Tower. Many times, she’d barely made it there, but letting all she held inside always felt so, so good. She would sit there on the porcelain throne, or stand in front with her legs spread wide the times she was a little too late, and her urine would spray from her like a waterfall. The agony would end, replaced with a euphoria so great she would moan and tremble. Oddly enough, she preferred it the times where her need was just a little too desperate. When her belly would throb, and her pee would spurt into her panties before she was even in her dorm, sending tendrils of urine down her thighs as she hurried up the stairs to her place of salvation. The times where she had her hands between her legs, skirt soaking up the constant bursts of wet heat from between her legs as she opened the bathroom door. What choice did she have but to let go right there in front of the toilet? She would moan as her pee soaked her panties, her skirt, her socks and shoes…the puddle would be so massive that the only thing that saved her from utter humiliation was her ability to perform advanced cleaning spells. As the days since the troll attack wore on, the number of accidents she had in front of the toilet grew. She liked it more, she admitted secretly to herself, to feel the pee burst uncontrollably down her legs. Once, she’d held it far too long and had an absolutely glorious pee right in the corridor on the second floor near the library. Another time, when the toilet had been occupied and she was already bursting, she crawled into bed and pissed the blankets until the were sopping. She laid there, panting in the wetness, realizing how badly she liked it. It gave her such pleasure to pee herself, made her girlhood tingle in ways she never had felt before. And, being a witch of inquisitive mind, she endeavored to explore these new pleasures. She let her experiments move from the privacy of the bathroom, or her bed, and out into the castle. Over the years, she learned her limits and pushed them, holding for hours until she burst. She learned places in the castle, or on the grounds, where she could pee unseen. That was always her favorite, to pee in the open. The fantasy that someone could happen upon her, even though she took precautions against it, gave her more pleasure than when she first discovered she liked to wet her knickers. She learned, as all teenage girls do, the best ways to give her body the pleasure it craved. She noticed that craving enhance greatly as her bladder filled, and it opened up new avenues for wetting and for pleasure. However, the last thing she ever expected was to be discovered. ***** Draco Malfoy had never paid Hermione Granger much mind. She was Mudblood, of little consequence. But, one day after Halloween their first year, he noticed something peculiar about the girl. They were in History of Magic, where minds tended to wander, and students fell asleep. His father would never allow the latter, but a wandering mind was something he just could not help in such a dull subject. He was thinking on its dullness when movement caught his eye. Granger was two rows up, at the corner desk, and she couldn’t sit still. It always gave Draco a secret, naughty, thrill of pleasure to see his classmates squirm the way Hermione Granger was squirming. He knew immediately what it was for and why, and always secretly wished to see a golden puddle form under their chairs. The girl had his full attention for the rest of the lesson. The way she tapped her feet, wiggled her hips, and crossed her legs. It was a perfect potty dance going unnoticed by anyone but him. She clearly had to go quite badly, he realized with a thrill, as by the end of the lesson she was holding herself and rocking in her seat. Why she didn’t just raise her hand to be excused was beyond him. Binns never cared if students asked. In fact, students often asked to use the toilet and just never came back. But then, Draco realized that he’d never seen her ask to use the toilet. She was such a little know-it-all that she’d never waste precious class time with something as inane as emptying her bladder. At least, that was what he assumed. Class ended with her dry, much to Draco’s displeasure and he left with his friends to his next class, one he shared with the Ravenclaws. He supposed Hermione would rush to the toilet, barely making it in time to pull her knickers down even though it was just across the hall. Maybe they would even be a little wet by the time she did. He found his thoughts drifting back to her potty dance throughout the day, feeling a nagging itch he didn’t quite know how to answer. He never imagined that by dinner, the squirming girl would catch his attention again. He almost missed his mouth with his fork when he spotted her across the Great Hall. She was pale, a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead, her whole body tight and trembling. There was no way she was still holding it all in, there couldn’t be. It had been hours since History of Magic, and she’d been about to burst. And yet, there she was, shaking with obvious need. How her friends or anyone else in the room wasn’t noticing was beyond him. He had to get a closer look, and tormenting Potter and Weasley would provide the perfect opportunity. He glanced at the Teacher’s Table, grinning to see them occupied in some discussion, and got up from his dinner to saunter over to the Gryffindor Table. “Well, well, well,” he drawled “Potter. Congratulations on defeating a Mountain Troll. I have to wonder, what were you doing in a Girls’ Loo to fight it? Already turning into a peeper, are you?” Harry and Ron both went red with embarrassment and anger, immediately firing off their mouths with blundering threats of physical abuse. He cared little for their tirade, he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. And oh, what a treat. She was absolutely busting, legs tightly crossed and holding herself discretely under her skirt, her robe hiding the action. He could see it though, because he was looking for it. She was rocking back and forth, subtly and watching the argument with increasing worry. Was she worried, he wondered, that her friends would be in trouble or was it that she was about to pee her panties right there at the table? He smirked, and drawled more careless insults, lengthening her agony. Her fidgeting increased, rocking fast and uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She bent forward a little, and he noticed how much paler she’d gotten. He’d have gone on at length, insulting Harry’s dead mother and Ron’s fat one, except that Professor McGonagall had started in their direction. He wrapped it up and continued off, disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to see Hermione lose it. He left the Great Hall, intending on heading to the library so he could finish up a little homework without Crabbe and Goyle pestering him. He didn’t see Hermione leave just behind him, but he did hear a horrified gasp in the corridor as headed toward the staircase. Being tucked behind a stone wall, he peeked back behind him to see its cause. It was Christmas! Hermione Granger was standing in the middle of the empty corridor, hands between her legs and frozen stiff. His stomach did excited backflips as he watched her tremble. “Oh no…! Oh no oh no…” she whimpered, dancing back and forth on the red carpet. Her thighs pressed together, hands clenching tight between her legs. Draco felt his face flush, cold shivers trembling through him as he watched. She was going to do it. She was actually going to have an accident. “Ah…ah..!” Hermione gasped, looking down in horror as her legs snapped apart, putting an end to her dance. Pssssssssssssstt….! Her water thundered in the corridor, spraying so hard into the carpet that it bounced back and splashed onto her shoes. “Aaaahhh….” Hermione sighed as she flooded the hall, her skirt and the carpet darkening as her thick golden stream only continued to flow. How could one person, one little girl, possibly hold so much liquid inside her? Either way, Draco loved the look on her face. She liked it, she really liked it. It felt good to let all that pee out…It must have been over two minutes that she emptied herself when the torrent turned into a little trickle and then stopped. Hermione trembled on weak knees, pulling her wand out to clean her lake and her skirt. She sighed, looking all around before heading forward toward the stairs. That was strange to him. What normal girl holds her bladder all day long until she’s bursting, has the biggest accident in the universe in the middle of the hall, and just shrugs it off? He had assumed she would have at least started to cry. Either way, Hermione Granger had marked herself as interesting, and he decided to pay her some special attention. He wasn’t left disappointed over the next week. He watched her closely, and she never once went to the toilets during the day. She would drink at all her meals and spend the day fidgeting and holding until she was bursting. He never saw her wet again that week, but he had put together at the very least the only place she peed was in the Gryffindor Tower. She would always go there directly when she found her limit. It became an obsession to him, over the years, watching her most secret moments. He followed her around the castle and the grounds, whenever she ducked into her hidden places. From abandoned halls and classes, quiet courtyards on the grounds, she would always piss the ocean that had been held up inside her. She never, ever went to the toilet. It led to two conclusions, the first being that Hermione Granger did this on purpose. She liked to wet herself, and around thirteen the fact she’d started to pleasure herself after or during her wets made that conclusion obvious. The second was that Draco himself took no higher pleasure than watching her displays. How perverse on both accounts, he mused as he filled a Pocket Pensive he’d purchased over the summer before 4th year with his memories of her pleasured wettings. With the thrill of the World Cup passing, it was the thought of the coming year that made him giddy. Hermione had wet herself running from the Death Eaters, he was almost certain. When Harry and his friends had rushed into the clearing he’d been waiting in. He’d sassed them, watching how Hermione danced in the background, then doubled over. They never noticed how pee sprayed down against the ground, they were too angry at him or horrified at the treatment of muggles. But he’d seen. And better, Hermione’s eyes had locked with his when it happened. She knew he’d seen. He had something on her, and he knew what he wanted to do with it. All he needed was to catch her one more time, and he knew just how to do it. **** Admittedly, Hermione was worried Draco would have laughed at her right there in the clearing, pointing out her accident to her friends. The fact he hadn’t made her increasingly worried. There was no way he hadn’t noticed. He’d stared right at her as she soaked her jeans. It hadn’t been her intention to wet like that, but the Death Eaters had attacked right before she could slip into the woods and soak herself in private. It wasn’t her fault, or Draco’s really, that he’d seen her. Still, going into the next year with knowing he’d seen her and nothing to resolve it made her uneasy. But what was she to do? It’s not like she could confront him and ask him not to tell anyone she’d wet her pants. She saw him at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters boarding the train with his friends. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zambini, and Theodore Nott were all in a group and chatting. They all leered at Harry as they walked by, but none looked at her. None except Draco. Heat tinted her cheeks and she looked away. He definitely had seen, but he hadn’t shared it with his friends. Why? Something so embarrassing would be fuel for the other Slytherins, and even the fussier Ravenclaws who hated her for her high grades. He had no issue tormenting Harry all last year for only fainting when Dementors came near. The whole of Slytherin house at the very least should have been laughing at her by now. They found their compartments on the train and Hermione felt a surge of need pulse in her bladder. Oh no she thought, already sitting next to the window as the train gave a loud horn blow, signaling its departure. She’d planned to empty her bladder before they got on the train, there were so many little hide aways in Kings Cross to do it. But she’d been caught up in conversation and then caught up in her anxieties when she saw Malfoy. There’d been no time for her to sneak back off the train and hide behind the information booth for the Hogwarts Express. She could have let loose there and got back on the train with no one the wiser… Her bladder throbbed again and she shifted in her seat. She couldn’t outright hold herself and dance like she needed to as her full bladder continued to give her signals. She, Harry, and Ron were all talking seriously about the Dark Mark and the show of Death Eaters at the World Cup. Harry admitted he’d been having nightmares and pains in his scar. This was no time for her bladder to be begging for relief. She suggested Harry write to Sirius, if only to ease his worries and give him something to do while she trembled with need. It was so bad…she had to go so bad. As Harry pulled out pen and parchment, a sudden burst of heat warmed her panties. Hermione bit her lower lip, pressing her thighs together, but with everyone in the room it was all she could do to hold the flood back. It wasn’t quite enough. Another burst of pee bloomed in her knickers again, then another, and another, and another. Her thighs were wet and she felt the seat cushion she was sitting on grow wet. Thankfully, she’d had the sense to pull her skirt out from under her when she felt her needs grow urgent. It was soaking her liquid well, but it wouldn’t hold it all. If she fully lost control, everything would run down the front of the bench and puddle on the floor. Ron and Harry would see, they’d know…She bit the inside of her cheek as another trickle of pee soaked into the seat. She had to get up and find somewhere on the train, and now. “I’ll be right back” Hermione said, not giving a reason but her company didn’t much mind. She set her newspaper on her seat, hiding the stain there, and headed out of the compartment. She dared to give herself a little squeeze once she was alone. The only place that came to mind was the baggage car, they were closer than the toilets were. She hurried down to the end of the train, paling as she felt more spurts of pee warm her wet panties, trickles running down her legs. She hoped she was moving too fast through the students going from compartment to compartment, visiting this friend and that, for anyone else to notice. By the time she had shut herself in the baggage car, she was leaking constantly. “Oh my God, oh my God…!” she squealed, her hand buried in her skirt, wetness soaking through it and wetting her hand. “My, my, my,” Drawled an all too familiar voice. Shock and panic made her moans of need die in her throat. She even stopped wetting for a moment. Draco Malfoy was sitting on top of the first group of trunks, grinning from ear to ear. “M-Malfoy, what are you…?! Ah..Oh..!” she questioned, legs quivering as her bladder throbbed, another stream dribbling out. She crossed her legs, both hands clenching into her girlhood to stop the flow. “Looks like someone really needs a wee,” Draco smirked, “why don’t you just do what you did at the World Cup? You needed a wee then, too.” “N-no I can’t…What’re you doing in here, I…Aah..haaa….oh Merlin…” Hermione was doing her best to avoid the inevitable, but another burst a pee soaked down her legs, sprinkling onto the metal floor below her. Draco’s grin got even wider. “Looks like you can, and you’re already doing it,” he smirked, “Why don’t you let it all out, hm? It’ll feel so good…Doesn’t it always just feel so good, Granger?” How did he know? Why did he know? What was going on? She could hardly string two thoughts together while her bladder burned in her belly and her heart pounded with anxiety in her chest. She couldn’t pee in front of Draco Malfoy! She just couldn’t! But…oh she couldn’t help it anymore. Her bladder was so past its limit, and every little dribble felt so good like he said… “Aah…ahh..! I can’t…I can’t hold it!” she cried out, gasping with shock and shame as a strong torrent of pee burst into her skirt, splashing loudly onto the metal. “Oh no!” she cried again when another burst through her fingers, then another. She was peeing right there, in front of Malfoy and pleasure was still coiling in her belly. He smirked wider and she completely lost it with a cry, a wave of pleasure crashing through her as a full gush of pee released. It was hot and fast and her muscles felt like jelly, unable to clench against the flood. Psssshhhh…! The sound echoed loudly as her pee splashed against the metal, puddling around her. “Aah…haa….ahhhhhh…” she gasped, gulping air as she sighed with relief. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to watch the grin Draco eyed her with. Her release felt too good to worry with him for the moment. Minutes past and she still released her water until only a trickle remained. For long moments more, the only sound between them was a soft dripping from her soaked panties and skirt into the massive puddle she made. Draco adjusted his pants and jumped down off the trunks, giddy as he splashed into the puddle below. The sound made Hermione jump. She looked at him with wide, almost frightened eyes. “Looks like that felt real good, Granger,” he smirked, “you like wetting your knickers, don’t you?” “I…” she started, the haze of relief fading from her eyes, replaced with a narrowed look, gulping a touch, “Look…I didn’t mean…I really had to go…The toilets had a line, and…” “Oh spare me,” Draco scoffed, cutting her off “you’ve been holding it till you burst since first year. You never piss in the loo like a normal person. You find places you think you’re alone and flood the place.” Hermione’s jaw nearly joined her puddle on the floor. “How do you..? How could you possibly…!?” “You were never alone as you thought you were,” he smirked “I’ve been watching the whole time.” “You…you sick pervert!” she snapped, snarling as her hand went to her wand. “Now, now,” he said, pulling his own faster, “there’s no need for that. I’m not going to tell anyone.” “Why?” she demanded, wand still in hand. “I want to play a little game,” he said “and I think you’d like to play too.” “And why’s that?” she growled. “Because you like to pee yourself, and I like to watch,” he grinned “I’m not going to let you watch me pee!” she snapped “I’ve been watching,” he said “and if you won’t play along, I’ll let everyone know.” “You fucking—” “Oh, such language from Little Miss Perfect,” he laughed “Shut up!” she snapped, sparks flying out of her wand. Draco flicked his own, his disarming spell finding its mark since she was so enraged. “Listen here,” he said “I have a whole Pensive of memories of you pissing your panties and diddling off in the wet. If you don’t agree, everyone will see it and think you’re the sick pervert. Do you understand?” “Blackmailing little shit,” she growled, hands balling at her sides. He just chuckled, not caring at all. “So,” he continued, “I want to play a little game…lets call it Master and Servant.” “If you think for one minute I’m going to serve you like some maid, you’ve got another thing coming!” she snapped “Oh please, I have house elves for that,” he said, noting her enraged expression with pleasure, “No, no…but I’m going to be the master of your bladder. I want you to come and get me if you need a wee, and you’ll only get to go if I say so. If not, or if you have an accident, you’re in for a punishment. How’s that sound?” “That sounds terrible! You sick pervert, I’ll never agree to this!” “Well, obviously I’d want you to agree,” he mused “but if you don’t I have the blackmail. Either way I get what I want. But before you get too angry, think it over. You like pissing yourself. You love it, I’d dare to say. And I like to watch you do it. How many guys do you think are gonna be into that? Most people would think that’s perfectly disgusting.” Hermione scowled, crossing her arms. She hated that he had a point. And she had, very secretly, wished someone would watch her. Take pleasure in her pleasure, watching her pee. Maybe even let her sit on a lap as her bladder burst…She swallowed the sour taste in her mouth. “So,” she said tersely “you’re saying that if I do as you ask, you won’t tell anyone I wet myself?” “No indeed,” he smiled, “I’d rather let this play out for as long as I’m interested.” “And when you’re bored?” she asked “Well, if you play along nicely, I may not tell everyone you’re filthy girl that likes to piss her knickers,” he smiled wickedly. Hermione huffed, considering her options. She didn’t have many. She was a wet mess, caught in her own puddle by none other than one of the nastiest brats Hogwarts held within its castle walls. And yet…she found his offer strangely appealing. “You swear you won’t say anything if I play along?” she asked “Cross my heart and hope to die,” he grinned. Hermione’s scowl grew, her foot tapping impatiently in her puddle as she mulled it over. “I want some conditions,” she said, making Draco grin wider. “Like what?” “I don’t want to wet where others will see it,” she said, “you can see, but that’s it.” “Fine,” he agreed, “anything else?” “I’m not going to do anything…sexual as a punishment,” she said, heat tinting her cheeks. “Ugh,” Draco scoffed “no, you misunderstand. I still hate you. I still think you’re disgusting Mudblood. I’d never touch you or have any type of feelings. I just like watching you piss.” “Good,” Hermione said coolly, “that was going to be my third condition.” Draco had to laugh at her gumption, hands going into his pockets. She really was something, standing there in a puddle with pissed panties and a wet skirt, so defiant. It was part of the reason she was so very interesting. “So, you agree?” he asked triumphantly. “I agree,” she said with an irritated huff, “but you better not go back on your word or I’ll hex you so hard you’ll have to eat through a straw for the rest of your life!” He laughed again, such a fierce little thing! He liked this situation very much. “Now, now, that’s no way to talk to your Master…” “If you think I’m gonna call you that—” “I do, and you will, or Draco, or else you’re gonna get punished.” She scowled. “Fine, Draco…” she growled, “if you’re through, I’m going back to my compartment.” “Dripping wet?” he smirked, making her blush. Before she could retrieve her wand from where his spell had flung it, he cast his own cleaning charms. Her panties warmed and dried between her legs, her socks and skirt as well. The puddle followed next and it was like it never happened. “There, now you can’t say I’m not a nice master, can you?” he teased, moving to grab her wand for her. She snatched from his hand and turned heel, her bushy hair smacking him in the face. “One more thing” he said before she opened the door, “make sure you order a fizzy pumpkin juice from the trolley, and drink at least four goblets at dinner. Don’t pee before you go to bed, and meet me on the fourth floor, the unused classroom near the Charms classroom. You know the one, you piss in there when you’ve overheld it.” “Fine!” she snapped, reddening when he mentioned a favorite wetting spot of hers. The knowledge unnerved her, adding fact to the story he told. She stormed out of the baggage car, fuming with anger. Draco was left chuckling at his own brilliant idea and took a long moment to reward himself with a little pleasure, fueling it with her most recent release.

A few weeks back I found myself desperate after a run, and it was pretty tense... I hesitated about writing this up, as I don’t really enjoy the public embarrassment aspect of wetting, but I know some people might. It had been warm all day, and I’d been drinking a lot of water and juice to make sure I was hydrated for an early evening run. As a result, I’d been heading to the bathroom pretty regularly throughout the work day. I got home, changed in to running clothes (white too, dark blue shorts) and headed out for a run. Normally I’d be sure to visit the bathroom before leaving, but I’d been so recently that I skipped it this time. That was, it turned out, a mistake. About fifteen minutes in I became aware of the weight in my bladder, with a faint ache. I found it fairly easy to ignore and focused on my breathing. As I came to the end of my run, it began to get dark, and the temperature got a lot cooler. Feeling always makes it worse for me, and I felt the tension in my stomach and felt the first twinges of urgency as I reached the end. I slowed down to walk and stretch out, and the stretching really increased the sensation of pressure- it was quite painful! I walked back towards my house, feeling tense as the cold air seemed to squeeze my bladder with each step. I found myself hurrying, taking quick slightly awkward steps, and noticed my breathing was quite tight. I passed a shop on the way home and remembered I needed a few things for dinner. The pain was slightly sharper now and I was feeling quite fidgety, but I decided to shop now rather than delay dinner by having to come out again later on. Another mistake. I went in to the store and the cold from the fridges was a shock. I tended up, and felt a twitchy, crappy feeling in my abdomen. I was trying not to breath too hard, and I was aware I looked tense. I grabbed what I needed and joined the queue. Of course, the line was long, and I waited for what felt like ages, shifting my weight from foot to foot, trying to keep my breathing steady. I hoped anyone who saw would just assume I was sore after my run, rather than desperate! All the while the the cold air was making me uncomfortably aware of the feeling of pressure, and I was starting to worry about the short walk home. I finally got to the front, and tried to act calm and unhurried when i talked to the cashier. I could feel my heartbeat, and there was a regular cramping feeling from my bladder now. Once I’d paid, I stuffed the food into my rucksack with shaky hands, and shuffled quickly to the door and ran to cross the street. The lights took forever to change and I was hopping from foot to foot now, gritting my teeth as the waves came and hoping everyone would assume my discomfort was purely down to exercise. When the lights finally changed, I walked awkwardly across the street, feeling a hard cramp as I reached the other side. All I could think about was the reaching my bathroom. I wasn’t sure if I’d leaked a drop or two whenever I started to cross the road. My shorts looked ok but I felt another spasm, and I really wasn’t my sure I’d make it home in time, so I decided to run the rest of the way. This actually seemed to help, and I was less aware of the pain and pressure, until I slowed down to get my keys out. My muscles were shaky and I was sure I would lose control soon. As I walked quickly to the doorstep I felt a tingling, then warmth - a tiny leak for certain this time. I kept my back to the street and hoped no one I knew would pass me as I got to the front door, still fumbling with my keys. I was obviously dancing from foot to foot and cursing slightly under my breath. I was desperately hoping my neighbours wouldn’t see me! I got the right key, and just got it to the door lock when i felt a longer leak l, the material of my shorts sticking to one leg. I took a deep breath and regained control, and I opened the front door, sprinting down the hall to door to my flat. I was trembling all over now and the pain was constant. As I slowed to get the next key ready I felt my muscles give up for a second and strong jet escaped and my leg felt wet. I looked down in horror but thankfully, although my shoes were damp, but the carpet was safe - for now. I had obviously wet myself a little and I was terrified someone would pass through the hall. I got the key in to the lock and hurled myself through the door, running to the bathroom. As i went I felt jerky cramps and several long leaks before I finally got the the bathroom. The relief was incredible. Before showering and and washing my kit I checked the carpet- the hallway was fine, so was the flat, but there was a trail of tiny puddles across my kitchen floor. Finally I cleaned up and went for a shower. The whole thing had left me quite drained, and I was too shaken up to take pictures! Lesson learned: do not skip that break before a run....