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I don’t own any rights to life is strange, also, this is my first contribution to this cite, so, please do enjoy, and feel free to comment and critique. To those who have played through Life is Strange: Before the Storm, I am starting with Chloe and Rachel on the train, written in Rachel’s Point of View. Also, for the sake of this piece, and for my own comfort, Rachel, Chloe, and anyone else I may mention are 18+ and instead of it being a Highschool, Blackwell is a college. Sorry for the length, I kinda just went with the flow. Rachel’s desperate train ride I had just jumped on a train, with Chloe Price. I am ditching school, with Chloe Price. She is such a rebel, and I really don’t see what people have against her. She has no shame, hell, I was changing, and she walked in. I mean, I don’t mind, at all. I was just hoping to visit the restroom before she came in to give me my belt. But, perhaps it was Hella entertaining to see her walk in on me. She was definitely looking. But, that doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t get a chance to pee before coming on this train. I am sure I can hold it longer though, I just don’t want her to know. I just hope I can find a way to escape just long enough to find some relief with out drawing attention. The train suddenly shakes, and my need rises. When was the last time I went, cause, shit, I need to go. I notice Chloe looking over, I sit on the wooden box looking out of the train. “Pull up a chair Price, the view is amazing” “K…. Where is this going?” “I don’t know.” I cross my legs, not only to hide my need, but also to help hold it in. I need to go. Bad. “North? Maybe we will end up in Seattle!” Why did I wear jeans? If worst came to worst, if I wore my costume, or even some black sweats, may have been able to hide it did I did the worst thing imaginable, piss myself in front of the girl I actually really like. Not gonna lie, I hadn’t peed since last night, not cause I was lazy, but because I was too busy planning for today, and also, Fire walk. Damn, I want to catch my father in the act, but how bad would it be if I stop him, hate him for it, in soaked jeans. Shit, I really need to go. And Chloe, what will she think? What if she hates me for wetting myself like a little kid. I should have included a bathroom break in my plan. I have needed to pee since, god, since Firewalk. My bladder trembles as I start clenching at my crotch, How close am I really to pissing myself? “Rachel, you ok?” I look up to see a concerned look on chloe’s face, with maybe, a twist of something else? “Yeah, I’m fine, I just, I don’t know. Did you find a seat yet?” “Yeah, right here. Rachel, are you sure you are ok? You look like you need to-” “I said I was ok Price.” I gasp as a little bit comes out, Why didn’t I fucking go before getting on this train. “I think your lying to me. Rachel, When was the last time you-” “I think we should do something fun.” I decide to sit in the floor, doing everything I can to hold it in. But what Chloe said next Startled me, “V-Card’s been punched, Rachel. I’m sorry.” That was enough that some more came out. And took me everything not to lose complete control. “Wow” I honestly was thinking of two truths and a lie, but, like I said before, this girl has no shame. I’m sure if she were in my position she would have just told me. “Too far?” “Well, I don’t know.” “I see it caused you to, uh.” I look down to see a baseball sized patch on my crotch. “Yeah, I have needed to pee since, well, last night.” “You think you can make it until we get to, umm, wherever we are going.” “There isn’t even a bathroom there Price. I really don’t know.” “Rachel…. I” “Forget it Chloe, I just need to figure out what to do.” Things were silent for some time. I need to go so bad. How do I relieve myself without peeing myself in front of Chloe? Think Rachel, Think. “Hey, Rachel, I…… I think you should just.” “Do what Chloe? I’m on the verge of peeing myself. No one my age should even. Oh god Chloe.” I then notice her look down. Chloe was hiding something. “Just tell me Chloe.” She finally gives in. “I think you should just go right there. Honestly, You will feel better.” I was in shock, She thinks I should just do what I was avoiding doing. But, I can’t be mad at her. She can’t hide it from me. She wants to see me do this. I honestly want to just willingly let go, but, not with her there. “Chloe Price, You’re hella weird.” Her eyes go wide, “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be weird, I just want to help and-” “Relax Chloe. So, when did you start to like to see people like me in this state?“ “What! No I Don’t!” “You can’t lie to me, Chloe.” God I need to go, so badly. “So, mind telling me something else about yourself? I could use a distraction from my bursting bladder.” “Well, I’m not really that interesting.” There is a pause as she tries desperately to change the topic. Meanwhile I’m trying desperately not to piss myself. Not yet anyway. “Well, It’s nice Rachel we’re having.” I laugh, “What!?” It hurts to hold it in. In fact, it seems I let a little more out. Enough to make the patch a tad bit larger. I notice Chloe’s eyes bulge a it, well that and her comment. “Uh, I meant Weather. Nice weather. And, uh. yeah.” It almost seems ok to let it go knowing she would enjoy it, but I still can’t just let go. I have always been Bladder shy, guess I never really noticed it until she wanted me to just release on command. However, laughing did help release a bit. “Chloe, I need to go so bad.” “Why not just let go. Might make the rest of our trip to….. mystery place, easier.” “Hella easier.” “Hella? Who says that anymore?” “It’s a Cali thing.” “California?” “Long beach, Also Ambidextrous.” “No Shit.” “I was going to use them in a game of two truths and a lie, but it looks like my bladder had other plans.” “How bad do you need to go anyway?” “Very, It hurts to hold it in.” “Just let it go. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” “I can’t, even if I try I won’t be able to with, well, other people around. besides, as much as you don’t like me in pain, you sure don’t mind walking into my dressing room without flowers.” “You wanted a belt, perhaps if you loosen it or tighten it you could.” “No, I think I should just make a deal with you Price.” “Excuse me?” “It seems that when I laugh I am able to relieve myself, as I know you saw.” “Umm. So I make you laugh and you wet, right?” “Deal is, I let you find my one ticklish spot, and let you see me pee myself if you promise me that before we both head back home, you piss yourself.” “Rachel Amber, You are hella weird. I promise.” “Pinky Promise?” We locked pinkies. Things are turning out better than I thought, my biggest mistake, What I thought might be the way things ended with her, this may be how we bond. I never thought I, at my age, would be peeing myself, and maybe liking it? “Well, I guess this is our game now. Where is Rachel Amber ticklish. One right answer. Feel free to search away.” I am most ticklish on my feet. Which is why I never wear sandals or flipflops. I don’t want people seeing my most valuable parts, except when I am on stage. When I am Prospera, I don’t mind being barefoot. I only want the right people looking at them for the right reasons, like if Chloe were to look at them when I need to pee this bad. But I still tend to try to get shoes on as soon as possible because I swear the next time I catch someone staring at my feet. Except Chloe, and maybe even Steph Gingrich, the nerd lesbian in our school. I wonder how she would have responded to this situation. Not in the way Chloe has I am sure. God Chloe, quit starring, just start searching. “So, my first guess is….” She starts scanning my body, I swear she was purposefully staring at my chest a couple of time. A natural Chloe Price move. “Armpits.” I take off my flannel shirt and lift my arms up. “Try it yourself.” She starts scratching, but to no avail. It might kill my bladder, but the tease is on. “Damn, sides?” She lifts up my shirt enough to access my sides. My bladder is Aching. Come on Chloe, I really need the relief. “How bout this. You guess this next time, I tell you the story of any other people on campus I saw wet.” I wink “Might have a certain someone at fire walk on that list.” She perks up, “I did not!” “If you guess right, you just may find out.” “Shit, okay… umm…” She reaches over and starts untying my shoes. Relief here I come. “You must be ticklish here Rachel.” She starts taking off shoes and socks. And my bladder is just dying of anticipation. She found my relief. All I can do is smile. “Try it out Price, today may just be your lucky day.” As soon as she starts scratching I scream out in laughter. My bladder lets spurts out little at a time until I stop Chloe, because finally, my bladder wont stop emptying. So much relief. I can’t help but cry as the pain starts slowly going away. I stand up and allow Chloe the show that she had been dying to see. Feeling the warmth run down my legs, soaking up every spot it came across. It was amazing, and now I am questioning why I never tried this before. All was silent, except for the sound of urine pouring down to the floor. Once the stream died down to a pitter-patter, and then halted, Chloe spoke up. “I am so sorry for putting you through this. You really must have needed to go and-” “Chloe Price, you don’t need to be sorry. Besides, you still owe me a wetting yourself. And lets hope you aren’t pee shy like I am, cause that is painful.” “Oh, yeah. And you owe me stories. Oh, and don’t worry, no pee shyness here.” There was silence for quite some time. I look at the damage. The entire back side is soaked and so is most of the front. Honestly, if this were to have happened in front of anyone else, I would have been embarrassed. But not with Chloe. She just continued to stare at my mess in awe. I decide to speak up “It, actually felt pretty nice. You might be seeing a lot more of this out of me Chloe.” She smiles, “Rachel Amber, you look hot in those soaked jeans.” “How hot?” “Hella Hot.” We laugh as my piss stained jeans glistened in the sun light entering the train. I looked out, and saw the park my father would be going to be, presumably. “We’re here!” “Where?” “Jump and find out!” “What about the stories?” “I’ll tell you as you start to show signs of desperation.” “Alright, Fuck it.” Chloe jumped out, I follow, hoping this day will only get more and more interesting. Once again, sorry about the length. If the demand is high enough I may continue this. Who has Rachel seen wet? Could she have been behind the reason behind some of them? How will Rachel react to seeing Chloe peeing herself? And who was it at Firewalk that Rachel saw piss themself?

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~!

View File Locked Out Jeans Pee This video is from the site Manyvids.com Cute girl drinks a bottle of water over time lapse then is 'locked out' of the bathroom before peeing in her jeans. Very mild. Submitter Pumpkinking Submitted 01/16/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Jeans  

I find myself falling in love with several of the films on the pee movie list, especially when they have a good story and fun set of characters to boot. Bonus points if the character who pees herself is well-rounded and focused on a lot so that the accident stays fresh in our minds whenever she returns to the screen. For this reason I'm going to start illustrating some of these cinematic accidents, and I invite others to do the same. It'd be a sin to start with any other one but this. Aside from being a beautiful picture about earthly vices and a meditation on what it means to be and feel like an alien, "The Man Who Fell To Earth" has one of the most iconic urination scenes in cinema. As many of you know about an hour and a half into the movie, the titular man played by the legendary David Bowie unveils his extraterrestrial form to his girlfriend Mary Lou, portrayed by the delightful Candy Clark. The result is a very realistic accident, after she spills her gin & tonic all over herself in fright, he caresses her cheek and she whimpers in terror. Frozen and shaking in her short nightie, she further wets herself when her bladder leaks into her panties. This was actually a last minute addition since the script called for her to vomit in fear, but the dedicated actress couldn't do that bodily function on command no matter how she tried. Perhaps peeing is easier? The actress confirmed in an interview it was faked, but that hasn't stopped it from being a classic fear wetting that deserves way more praise, just like the movie it belongs to. It sits on my shelf with several other films containing pee scenes. I'll illustrate some of those too, next year...

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) ^^

"ngg" As a train whirs along the tracks above the crowded streets of Tokyo, a young woman stands with knees slightly bent and thighs pushed together, her expression one of mild discomfort. Rather slender in build, her height placed her somewhere below the height of the rest of the women and men in the train, her dark colored hair cut to her shoulders and pushed back from her face by a black hairband, her pointed features grimmaced as she gradually shifted her weight from foot to foot, the train ride dragging on and on from her limited perspective. It was a truly miserable experience. The train had been just crammed enough for her to have to stand, her arm raised to support herself with the handle looped around the steel support beam, leading her feet to ache and her body to feel sluggish and tired, as the ride into the city had taken a few hours now. Coupled with the fact that she had downed nearly 3 full cups of coffee this morning just to be awake early enough to arrive by midday and the fact that said coffee had been sitting in her lower extremities for a quite a while, and it made for quite the uncomfortable ride. Biting her lower lip, the girl's dark brown eyes scanned the scrolling screens overhead, huffing through her nose in relief as she saw the name of her stop scrolling first, indicating it was next. Shibuya, he final connecting stop before she would hop on a train to Sangen-Jaya, the closest station to what would be her new home in Setagaya. She could only hope that her station would let her off at least somewhat close to her destination, as she was loath the have to use a public bathroom, much less have to bother finding a convenient one in the sure-to-be cramped station and the less ideal shops shes was to come across. Garbed in a pair of slim-fitting dark blue jeans, and a black tunic dress, she had with her only a small amount of money to pay a shop for merchandise anyway, along with her quite masculine wallet, phone, and some change, so stopping someplace would be a last resort at best. Though the longer she reasoned against herself over stopping off someplace to relieve herself, the more it seemed like it might become a necessity. She found herself cursing the needlessly long train rides, as several lines were running slower than their usual pace to compensate for repairs needing to be done and for general public safety concerns as of late. Deciding it might be good to take her brain off the swelling pressure in her bladder, the girl looked down to her phone, nestled gently atop her palm and held in place by her three long fingers and her thumb, staring briefly at the reflection of her big brown eyes before lighting the screen up and scrolling to her recent messages, staring at the address and instructions she had been given. It was difficult to make out without her glasses on, but she was familiar enough with the app to navigate to her most recent message, and opening it allowed her to glance over the message that she had been periodically checking over the past couple hours of her full commute. The message itself was very simple, she was being instructed to travel into the city via train and arrive in Setagaya, where she would be presenting herself at the abode of one Nakayama, Ryusei. This is where she would be living for the next 365 days, under order of the court and her parole officer. While unfamiliar with the exact address, she had simply agreed to being told where to go without raising any concerns, not wanting to draw the process out any longer than she already had. While reflecting on her soon-to-be living situation, she found herself pondering exactly what this person was like. All she knew about him was that he was a man that was good friends with her father, though through what means she was not told. He owned, or rather owns a local laundromat, and was never married. This was not very comforting information to the girl, as the thought of living in a house previously occupied by one 30-something year old man made an uneasy shiver run up her spine. Surely there wasn't enough space for her? And the fact that the man had apparently volunteered in this endeavor filled her head with images of some rotund goblin of a man trying to peek in on her as she showered. Plus there was her...issue...to take into account. Shaking her head, she breathed a huff through her nose, forcing herself to dispel such thoughts. Surely the government would not force her into some cramped little space just in an effort to send her to a more-easily-monitored school. Besides that, there was nothing to be done about it. She had to simply play the cards she was dealt for now. And right now, she was being dealt a hand of sodden, yellowed, dripping cards. The vigourous head-shaking motion had sent light shivers down her body, and such agitated her bladder further, making her shuffle her feet, and bite her lower lip, fingers curling around the handle hanging above her head. [could this line go any slower?] After what felt like the better part of another hour, a pleasant sounding chime over the intercom and a gentle-sounding woman's voice announced that the train would be pulling into Shibuya shortly, and that all passengers should remain seated until the train has come to a full stop. Grateful to hear those liberating words, the girl quickly shuts the screen to her phone down, ignoring the slight flash of red she saw in her peripherals, and tucked the device away into her front left pocket, bouncing back and forth between both of her feet. In the short time she had actually been standing there for, she had kept the tingling sensation below her waist in the back of her mind, but now knowing that the train was going to be coming to a stop, she relented to the idea that she could not hold it for another hour long trip to Setagaya, and that she'd have to take a short walk into Shibuya to find someplace she could unload at. After about another five minutes for the train to actually pull in to the station, open its doors, and for the small grouping of people riding in from outside the city to pour from it's doors, the girl would be hurriedly rushing up the stairs with a slight blush to her cheeks, feeling the weight of her early-morning commute sloshing around beneath the constricting waistband of her pants. She cursed at herself for letting it get to be this dire of a situation, but couldn't focus on her self-deprivation for very long, lest her efforts to make it so some kind of toilet be wasted. She knew better than to try the station bathrooms. A large place like this, as packed as it appeared on the outside, was just the place to foster lines of young women, perfect traps for the desperate and bathroom-shy, both titles that applied to herself. Instead, her best bet was to head up to the surface, and try to find some small establishment she could perhaps purchase a package of candy or, luck forbidding, a soda in exchange for use of their bathrooms. And true to her instinct, on her way through the underground complex that her station-stop had been a part of, she was able to glimpse a set of bathrooms in the distance, the leftmost of which sporting a line of women reaching out into the complex proper. Stepping out into the city streets of Shibuya, the sun had fully risen and was now shining down onto the denizens with mild warmth of April, relenting in the downpour of rain it had given way too for the past three days. The city itself was a hub of bustling activity, groups of people in all manner of dress and manner rushing about to their respective destinations, threatening to sweep any unwitting tourist up in the flow of walking traffic. Luckily, our protagonist had a destination in mind, one containing a throne of shining porcelain and a sanctuary of privacy for her rather un-lady-like intentions. Unfortunately for her however, a cursory look at her surroundings after emerging onto the streets from the station below yielded nowhere she could stop in to relieve her waters, only further stations and a booth selling lottery tickets. At this moment, the girl felt a shudder run up her spine as her muscles lapsed in their control for a moment. She could feel herself about to lose a leak of urine into her underthings, only barely able to wrest control of her faculties back before she left a damp stain on the fabric. Flushing red in the face, she froze at the top of the stairs, her face scrunching up as she all but fully crossed her legs, her right thigh in front of the other and pressing back while most of her weight rested on her left leg, bouncing up and down the heel. Her fists clenched at her sides, she could only stand there and wait for nearly a full minute while she waited for the urge to start letting lose in her clothes passed over her. She now had no doubt in her mind that she wouldn't be able to hold it long enough to arrive at her destination. She needed to cross to Central Street and find somewhere, anywhere she could pop in and have a quick pit stop. As soon as she the wave of pressure pushing down from her abdomen retreating back within her, her confidence returning along with it, she began to move again, taking a hard right once then twice again and heading further into Shibuya, aiming to cross the busy intersection and over to the businesses on the otherside. She'd have to get over her public-toilet anxiety just this once... Standing there in the small crowd waiting to cross the street, it was difficult not to indulge in the sights. Being from a more rural area, she had never seen such tall buildings or such bustling avenues before. Certainly nothing tall enough to boast big screens or scrolling billboards like what surrounded her now. For a moment she truly looked like a tourist, gazing up at the buildings and at the cars bustling up and down the city streets as she stood there bouncing in place and dancing from foot to foot, doing so without thought as her body struggled to manage it's capacity. As the light turned from orange to green, the crowd started to walk, and the girl began stepping forward in a hurry, only to have to slow her gait as she nearly walked into the back of a taller man in front of her. Stepping to the side to move past him, she found herself having to dodge another person, then another, only to slow to a stop herself as she realized that all around her, people had stopped walking all together, in the middle of street. No...they hadn't stopped walking. They had frozen. People stood mid-gait in the middle of the cross walk. There was a young man in the crowd that sat perched on a bike, perfectly balanced despite not being in motion. Despite the throbbing in her bladder, the girl stopped dead, looking around at the city square, up at the scrolling billboards she had just been watching. Every single thing, even birds in the sky, had frozen dead in their tracks. Before she could even properly comprehend what had happened, the girl winced as she felt a splash of hot water against the back of her neck. Shivering, she squeezed her legs together and whirled around, her bladder shuddering at the liquid stimulation. Her eyes went wide as, perhaps 10 paces away, a humanoid shape was forming out of boiling hot water seemingly bubbling up out of thin air. It twisted up from the ground into a womanly shape well over 6 feet tall, the head sporting two empty almond-shaped spaces for eyes. Eyes that seemed to draw the girl's attention in, further in...until suddenly in her minds eye, she could see her own face reflected in it, the crystal blue water whipping around her face and eyes as she bore a confident smile. Gasping, her focus was suddenly returned to the world around her, as loud white noise filled her ears, and the crowd of people began to move around her once again. A cursory glance around would reveal that everything had returned to how it had been moments before, the crowd threatening to leave her standing dumbfounded in the center of the road. "what...what was...ah!" A shrill squeak came from the depths of the girl's throat as she felt a spurt of warmth spreading over her most sensitive areas, soaking into her panties and pressing against her tightly clenched muscles. The time to contemplate her odd experience would be later. Right now, she had to make it to a restroom before she did irreparable damage to her underwear. She started towards the other side of the road once again, having to stop and take a sharp intake of breath as the reckless and sudden move sent another leak dripping from her straining womanhood into her moistened smallclothes. Whimpering, she grabbed at the front hem of her tunic, taking a brief moment to cross her legs and bounce in place, before she had to start moving lest risk getting run over. She spurted twice again as she crossed the street, no doubt leaving a sizeble stain on her underwear that she could feel making the fabric stick to the bottom of her rear and soaking into the inside of her jeans. Finally having reached the sidewalk, she was afforded the opportunity to stop in place and clamp down on the leak, visibly tense and turning back and forth as she stood there with legs crossed, people moving around her and sparing her odd looks. Shy as she was, she couldn't afford to be bashful right now. The heat now nestled in the crotch of her bottoms only made her body desire to let loose even more, the dampness pressing against her womanhood in a most tantalizing way. It was a full minute before she could move again, and she knew now she couldn't afford to be picky about where she stopped. The Big Bang Burger on her right would have to do, she decided, as she quickened her pace to make it in the door. Thankfully, being the middle of the afternoon, it seemed that the business was lacking for business, so she could quickly make her way up to the register, meeting the face of a girl about her own age, done up in uniform and greeting her pleasantly. "Welcome to Big Bang Burger! How can we...help you...today?" The employee's speech slowed as she watched the girl in front of her, unable to stand still for even a moment, and with a hand tugging down at the front of her dress. "Hello...I...I'll order a small fry...and...could you perhaps point me to your bathrooms?" That seemed to clear things up, at least on the Employee's end. Giving a short nervous chuckle, she rang up the order with a quick pace, clearing her throat before she spoke again. "The restrooms are around the corner to your right...may I have a name for your order?" she asked, watching the girl produce a card from her wallet, dancing in place as she handed it over to pay. "nng...Mo...Moriuchi..." she murmurs simply, waiting only to get her card back before taking off for the restrooms, social etiquette be damned. Thankfully, there was no line or lock on the door to take care of, allowing her to rush right in, already lifting her dress and unbuttoning her jeans as she crossed the tile room, whimpering frantically all the way. Her body had seemed to sense how close relief was, and was now deigning it appropriate to begin a slight dribble to re-wet her already sodden underwear. Dancing on the spot as she opened the door to the first stall, slipped in, and locked it behind her, the words "no" and "not yet" passed her mouth several time as she made her way to the modern westernized toilet occupying the stall. Still bouncing and frantically dancing, the girl cursed under her breath as she wiggled her jeans down her legs, revealing a pair of rather wet looking pink panties, complete with sunflower print designs all over, and a dark patch that covered the gusset and partially up her rear end. Turning around, she tugged her undies down only to her thighs, the small trickling stream falling from her womanhood splattering freely against the seat for a moment before could position herself properly and fall to sit down, finally able to relax. A heavy sigh followed by several deep breaths came from Moriuchi-chan's throat as she finally began to release her pent up waters into the basin below, basking in the relief afforded to her by the fast food establishment. Bathing in the release, there was a short fifteen seconds where nothing entered her brain besides pure happiness at not having to face her new guardian with soaked pants. And that thought then lead the fact that she hadn't actually made it out dry. She had leaked in her underwear quite a bit, and had to inspect the damage. Scowling, she looked down to her clothes, breathing a disappointing sigh through her nose. Her underwear was wet, that was for sure, and it would be an uncomfortable and unsanitary train ride if she were to put them back on as is. Luckily her jeans only had a small wet patch on the bottom of the seat, and would be spared from sight by the length of her tunic, but still, it was far too close a call. Sitting there, she had to make a very embarrassing decision, puling off her sneakers, pants, and underwear in sequences, before pulling her pants back onto her legs up to her knees and putting her shoes on, holding her panties up for one final look, as she relented to the fact that she'd have to leave them behind, else risk smelling like pee and chaffing her legs the entire rest of the way to her new home. A shame too, these were one of her favorite pair... Finishing up after about 45 full seconds, the girl wraps her hand in toilet paper to clean herself and dab away the moisture left inside her jeans, before tugging them up, grimacing as the rough fabric fit snuggling around her bare rear end and more sensitive feminine areas. Flushing behind her, she cleared her throat once, peeking out into the bathroom from behind the stall door to confirm nobody else was in there. A simple maneuver was left. The trashcan, the sink to wash her hands, and the protagonist of our story left the bathroom to continue her trip, down one pair of panties, but with a delightfully conservative serving of french fries waiting for her. (So a while ago I attempted to start a persona-themed roleplay with some people and it never quite got off the ground. I put quite a bit of thought into what would have been my main character for it thought and I would hate for that to go to waste, so I decided I'd write this up. I suppose it also serves as something of an advertisement for my open-ness to do a Persona-themed Roleplay on the site, but I figured a fic would be a nice place to start. The other contributor to the brief RP was Keita123, who also does some fine work.)

Hello everyone. What's your favourite desperation scenario? And what's your favourite thing to wear? Mines is being stuck in the car for hours on end with no hope while wearing leggings or tights (know I'm a guy but Fuck it I always shave my legs). Or having a pee holding challenge.

My favorite wetting videos are the ones where girls pee themselves and there is a very loud hiss as she does it. The force of the urine leaving her body drives me wild but they're pretty hard to come across from just doing basic searches. What are the best wetting videos (and diapers too) with pee hissing? I'm a straight guy but if there are some videos of guys wetting diapers with a loud hiss I wouldn't really mind

View File JAV - 295 (Doctor's Waiting Room Accidents) This might be the greatest JAV I've seen in years, it checks all my boxes. Women in various outfits wait with others in a doctors office. They are clearly desperate and after waiting too long they have accidents with onlookers staring. Several of the shorter clips (I've only watched two, it was all I could stand before, well you know) include the walk of shame down the street in wet things. This reminds me of my own doctor's office desperate waits and planned and unplanned accidents: Anyhow, this is going to keep me very happy for the next long while. I love these!!!!!!! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/15/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing  

This is technically my third story on here but i had to delete the other two as i had lost my train of thought on them 😞 I would appreciated it if you follow me, the story and comment on the story every now and then to give me some positive criticism on the chapter. it would be much appreciated. 🙂 The first 10 chapters will be of Harry and may include flashbacks of the abuse he suffered at the hands of the Dursleys. It wont feature any omorashi until at least chapter 7. please be patient with me. Chapter 1 The rescue Harry was sitting in his cupboard under the stairs we he had slept for the last nine months, ever since his parents had disappeared in a flash of green light, and he had come to live here with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley. They only let him sleep and do his punishments in this cupboard. He wasn't allowed to play with any toys, he had no toys. His cousin Dudley, on the other hand, was spoiled and had all the toys a 2-year-old could ever want. Harry was forbidden to play with any of Dudley's toys. At nursery he was allowed as he was encouraged to by the nursery nurses. They had once commented to Aunt Petunia about him not playing with any toys even though he clearly wanted to. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had then decided that Harry could only play with toys at nursery so as they wouldn't raise any unwanted questions. There was a knock on the front door and Harry heard his Aunt Petunia go to answer it. He knew that Uncle Vernon was at work and Dudley was at nursery. As Harry had been in punishment he was forbidden to go. He was being punished for something that Dudley did that he had blamed on Harry. Harry had cried at the unfairness but that proved fruitless as he was punished even more for that. He had learned quickly not to cry too often as the punishments were severe if he made such a noise. Meanwhile out in the living room Petunia was sat on the sofa opposite two men, one of whom was her arch childhood nemesis, Severus Snape. The other was a man who had introduced himself as Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. 'You know why i am here i presume', said Severus with a sneer. He hated the woman in front of him. She had made his childhood before Hogwarts hell, not to mention how she had turned her back on her only sister. 'To take the boy', said Petunia, shrugging. 'Thats, right, it has come to our attention that you havent been treating him like your own. We have come to take him away,' said Severus smoothly. 'Good, he's a freak', said Petunia. She wanted rid of the boy, he was nothing but a burden to her and her family. She had only taken him in because of the extra money she would get and she didn't know what else to do with the boy. Sirius was shocked at the woman in front of them. How could she be so horrid to her own flesh and blood. He knew from Lily how her sister hated her but he didn't think it would pass on to her son like it obviously has done. 'Then go and get him', said Severus with a look to Sirius who sat in disbelief at how Petunia was so hateful of her only sister. Petunia went to the cupboard under the stair. Both of the men where shocked to say the least that they had kept Harry in a cupboard underneath the stairs for nine months when they had four bedrooms upstairs. The sooner they got Harry out of this house the better it would be for the boy. When Harry walked into the living room he instantly recognized Sirius as soon as he saw him. 'Padfoo?' said Harry questionably. He was unsure whether it was him as he had longer hair then he remembered and he was thinner. 'Yes, it's me', said Sirius in a hoarse voice. He was shocked his godson could remember him after nine months of not seeing him. Harry ran up to Sirius who caught him instantly. 'Sevvy?' asked Harry after a moment or two having at last remembered the other man. Severus nodded. He too was shocked that the little boy could remember him. He had only seen the boy a few time, the last time was the day before Lily was killed. 'Lets get going shall we?' Sirius asked. 'You take Harry to the car. I'll meet you there. I have to have a few words with Petunia,' said Severus. Sirius nodded knowing it wasn't something that could be overheard by the little boy. Once Sirius had left the house and Severus had heard the car doors close he turned back to Petunia. 'Now, Petunia, I want the truth from you starting now. You are to answer all my questions truthfully. One; is Harry toilet trained?' 'No', said Petunia. 'But I put pants on him anyway, as Dudley currently in training'. Severus nodded before continuing. 'Two; how long has Harry been sleeping in the cupboard?' 'Ever since I found him on the doorstep, nine months ago', said Petunia. Severus sighed. 'Three; did you or your husband hit Harry?' 'Yes we both did. He deserved every hit with the belt', said Petunia. Severus was seething, how could they do that to an innocent little boy. 'Right, we'll be off. I expect you will be hearing from us again soon enough', said Severus. Petunia shrugged. Severus went out of the house and into the car where Sirius was waiting in the passenger seat with Harry in the back, in a car seat that he had thought to get before they even went to this house. Severus got into the drivers seat. 'What did you find out?' asked Sirius as Severus began to drive out of the street. 'Harry isn't potty trained at all even though he is in pants, he has been beaten badly, neglected by the looks of it and thats not the worst of it. They let him sleep in that cupboard ever since he as brought here', Severus told him. Sirius swore silently in case Harry heard him. 'Exactly', said Severus. 'We will have to got to the store and get the necessities', Sirius nodded. Half an hour later found them parked at the local supermarket they got out of the car. Sirius picking Harry out of the back and placing him on the ground holding his hand. Severus ran to get a trolley. Sirius sat Harry in the trolley while Severus pushed it. 'What shall we get first?' asked Sirius. 'You can run with Harry to the baby aisle to get nappies, wipes, powder, shampoo, nappy rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups. I'll come and meet you in about ten minutes after I have got some food shopping', Severus said Sirius nodded picking Harry up and going to get a small trolley so it would be easier for him. After placing Harry in the seat he went down the baby aisle. He got size 5 nappies, wipes, powder, rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups which he got some with different characters and some that was plain but different colours, shampoo, sponges, wash cloths and by the time he had finished, Severus had come to meet them. 'Got everything?' asked Severus. Sirius nodded. 'We'll go get some clothes for him, now. I've already got all the food shopping, paid and put it in the car. You pay for that, get Harry into a nappy and join me in the clothing aisle with Harry when your done. I'll put it in the car once we have done', Severus said. He knew Harry wasnt in a nappy and he knew he would go sooner rather than later. Sirius went to pay for the stuff and told the cashier he'll just wants a nappy from one of the packs, She scanned them all as he had got three packs. She took one out of a pack before packing the rest in a bag. Once everything had gone through and was bagged up, Sirius took Harry into a changing room. 'Shall we put you in a nappy now', Sirius said. Harry nodded. He didnt know when he could go anyway until he had wet or messed himself. Sirius got him undressed from the waist, and he saw the welt marks on the back of his legs. He didn't comment but he would definitely have a talk with Severus later. Sirius quickly put a nappy on him and he then went to join back with Severus. 'What size is he currently wearing?' asked Severus. '5-6 years', said Sirius. 'that would be his cousins size then, he'll be a 2-3 by the look at him', said Severus. 'We could do the size spell', said Sirius. Severus looked around. He nodded and Sirius did the spell. 'He's a 1-2 year', said Sirius. 'That is small, we'll get a few sets in that size but the rest will be 2-3 years', Severus told him. Sirius nodded. They started on the underwear. Severus decided to get a few for later on knowing they would one day toilet train him. Sirius picked out a dozen packs of socks, some with different characters, shapes, colours and animals. Severus did the same, they also got some vests. They then went to the tops, shirts and jumpers where they got loads of each item with different characters, shapes, colours, and animals. They went to the trousers and got several pairs of jogging pants, trousers, jeans and shorts. Sirius went to the shoes and got some black shoes, trainers, slippers, sandals, and wellies. They then went to pay. Sirius took Harry to the car as he had fallen asleep and Severus had said it was alright as Severus had help from the cashier. Once they were all in the car and driving off Severus had a though of a pushchair for Harry and told Sirius to keep in the car with Harry who was still asleep and Severus went into an Argos store to get a folding pushchair that could be laid down. Once he had paced it into the car they were off again. An hour and a half later, they had arrived at Sirius cottage. Severus had his own house but it wasnt yet child friendly and he had some stuff to sort. Sirius made them all a quick tea, and after they bathed Harry and put him to bed. 'Harry had welts on his legs', Sirius said. 'I know, we'll be finding all sorts of things now about him. We'll send for Poppy Pomfrey first thing to see what damage has been done. Them people have a lot to answer for', said Severus. 'Sev, thanks for helping me the past couple of weeks', said Sirius. 'Black, its not a problem. I know we have our history and for Harry's sake we will get by that. It may take a while for me to forgive everything that happened between us in school but i will not show it in front of Harry', Severus told him. Sirius nodded in relief and after a while Severus went to the spare room to sleep knowing that Sirius will need a bit of help before Remus turns up. Sirius went to bed not long after and they all slept peacefully.

I hope everyone here can help me out. I've been trying to add clips and screenshots to the new Pee Movie Database of adult men peeing in their pants. If you know a scene, please let me know (PLEASE let me know also the episode and time it appears if you can. Thanks!) Here are some places that show what I've already collected: https://omorashi.online/pmd/wetness http://mikisit.tumblr.com/tagged/shows http://mikisit.tumblr.com/tagged/movies

Welcome, one and all, to Faust's Interactive Stories 4! Faust apologizes for 3 falling by the wayside easily, but Faust hopes that the fourth time is the proverbial charm. As stated in the fateful occurrences, this interactive is about exploring Faust-verses, and characters in varying degrees of decency. Faust will not keep you waiting much longer, for it's soon to be voting time! Read below, and prepare for our journey! ====================================================================================================================================== Story Setting: Another Note: A setting based around a mostly scholastic environment! Expect long classes, crowded bathrooms, and limited privacy, outside of certain areas. Good place to meet new people. Holiday Fun: A Setting based on a given Holiday, [usually the one the story is written closest to], and with a small group of people, specified by the audience at times. Beach Adventures: A setting based around a lovely beach, with Sun, Sand, and ocean for what looks like miles! May also involve a long car ride, but be warned: There are no bathrooms on the beach. Town Adventures: A setting based around a day off from scholastic journeys, to do things around the town. Play cards, Go bowling, watch movies... The Sky's the proverbial Limit! Private Bedroom: A setting where you forgo the usual wiles and joys of adventuring, and just settle down to make love to your selected girl. [Some Characters Restricted]. Wind-Down Ko-Fi Requests: Not really a Setting, but a series of tiny, little stories, set in the semblance of Caught Shorts, from his commission thread. Little, incredibly short stories, of a playmate or figure, on the absolute breaking point of their control. As for what they lose, or what they use... That's up to the comment-er! [Note: Does Not Require actually buying a Ko-Fi for Faust. Faust just is experimenting with it, before offering it as a feature on his own Ko-Fi Here . ] Meant as an easy-going setup, for if Faust's situation or workload becomes a bit strained. If it goes well, Faust may offer it as an actual reward on his Ko-Fi, and or create a separate thread for Ko-Fi submissions. ========================================================================================================================================== Character Select: Faustus Necromonium: [Male] [The Familiar Figure of Faust's stories, that has a generally friendly rapport with many people. A healthy appreciation for lewdity, and connections to the Goddess of Lust Saril may lend themselves to some naughty incidents.] Yuno Gasai: [Female] [Yu-know who this one is too! A curvy, friendly pinkette with a cutesy manner of speech, but with a bit of a distressing past. More than just good friends with Faustus, but with a woeful inexperience in shameful accidents, she tries her best to impress] Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] [A girl with long, Forest green hair, and a bit of a stern, killjoy attitude... What this modestly endowed girl lacks in friendly flexibility, she makes up for with a cold, stern demeanor... And a talent for holding her liquids. Eoria Karakuri: [Female] [A silver-haired scientist with an insatiable appetite for sciences, that gets her in more than just a little trouble... With her tinkle, and other urges Saiga Giriko: [Female] A red haired scientist, who has to constantly reign in Eoria's more rowdy and raunchy plots... While also being someone not interested in wetting herself. [And more to be unlocked!] ======================================================================================================================================== [Modifiers!] [Forgoing the usual setup of Ratings, a new addition to the stories are Modifiers. These will affect the way things unfold in the story, in various ways. Some minor, some...] Normal Day: Nothing seems too out of the ordinary. May make it easier to find new people. Windy Day: The breeze is more than a little Stiff, and it has a mind of it's own! [Constantly blows things out of people's hands... Or certain garments up] Rainy Day: A ceaseless rainstorm goes over the town, making outside activities less pleasant....While the frequent, unending noises of water agitate piddle urges Hot Day: A day where the sun is working overtime, and it shows. Prompts more frequent Drinks, and copious sweating. Taco and Lemonade Day: A day where the school has it's famous Tacos on special... And The bathrooms are horribly crowded. [LOCKED!] [More to be unlocked] =============================================================================================================================== Items: {Currently Closed) ====================================================================================================================================== [TL; DR Version] Pick a character, Pick a setting, and up to 1 modifier. Majority votes will rule......But, while Faust is waiting on votes to come in, [And in Lulls between stories], Faust will set up Wind Down Ko-Fi Requests. ========================================================================================================================================= [Index of Tales] None so far! ====================================================================================================================================== [Wind-Down Ko-Fi Requests] Contrary to the Title, one does not have to buy Faust a Ko-Fi to participate. These are little, incredibly short requests that Faust will do, of a character at the limits of their control. Format is as follows: Character: [Who is being caught short] Urge: [Which Urge is overwhelming this individual?] Attire: [What kind of outfit is in danger? Undergarments, protective garments, etc. ] Extra: [Any additional Details] Rules: 1. Any entry in the format not filled out will be provided by the Author's own intentions. Faust may or may not make an accurate bit out of it. 2. One Request, per comment-er, per Wind down Session. This is to keep Faust from being overwhelmed. 3. No Shaming Other people's Requests. 4. All Characters will be written as they are of legal age. 5. A Ko-Fi Donation is not required, but is appreciated. Faust mostly does this as short little fun bits, to keep his writing momentum. [Example of a Caught Short/What you can expect from a request]

View File JAV - SL-221 (Almost Made It, Rushing to the Loo) Well, some more almost made it and just made it videos for you to enjoy. Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/15/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  

Well, time for the third installment in this little trilogy of the times I peed my pants in the car. So this occurred in 2nd grade, I must have just come from school, as I was still dressed in the uniform khakis, and the white polo if memory serves. I also wore a pair of these Spider-Man Pull-Ups, as it was around late 1st grade to early 2nd grade that Pull-Ups fit me better than the usual diapers. We were driving out of the neighborhood that Saint John Vianney resided in, and heading into the area with all the shops and the public library, that I felt the need to pee. Thinking nothing of it, I simply did as usual when I had to pee and I was sitting. I spread my legs, and let it flow. Unfortunately, I underestimated how much I had to pee. I soon felt my Pull-Up dampen, as usual, but I soon felt my khakis dampen, and then the seat. I would have stopped my flow, but realizing it was too late, simply let go. Once I finished up, I looked at my mom, who was in the seat in front of me. "Mommy, my Pull-Up leaked." I told her. She comforted me, and stopped the car. Opening up my door, she helped me get all non wet clothes off, tossing my soaked Pull-Up into a nearby trash can. This left me in just the polo, and my shoes. She had me sit on a plastic mat, just in case, while we continued the drive to get some spare Pull-Ups at the local CVS.

Here is a drawing i decided to do of May from Pokemon. For those familiar with my art, you'll notice this is more detailed than i'm used to. I'm trying to improve my artwork with shading, and i'm learning a bit on how to draw environments. I look forward to any comments and criticism on my work. Without further adieu, here is, May.

The crowd had gathered early in the morning, before the sun had even risen, people preparing signs, drink coolers to help fellow protestors, setting down stations where the protestors could cool off during the heat of the day, blankets on the ground with fans and water, all in the name of the rights of the oppressed. As the sun began to rise, more and more people began to show up, the Faunus population of Vacuo filling the middle of the park, harassing the security on duty with verbal taunting and slander. The crowd had assembled to protest the unveiling of a memorial statue, depicting a general that was known to have slaughtered dozens of Faunus during the Great War, and needless to say, some people weren't very happy about this statue being there. Some Faunus had even flocked in from outside the kingdoms, or from other kingdoms entirely to come and protest. By the middle of the day, the chanting and shouting had gotten to a high point as media began to show up and police were called on the scene to keep the peace while the mayor came for the unveiling. And in the middle of all the commotion, a little kitten roamed through the crowd, a whimpering coming from her lips and her face twisted in anguish as she pushed her way through the mob. Blake Belladonna was among the youngest protestors in the crowd, but many of them knew the little girls face, as every single protest she could make it to, she was found at. A little girl amidst a crowd of angry adults, trying to fight for the freedoms of her kind. It was a little awe inspiring to say the least. The girl had gotten to the protest site at around 10 am, and was making friendly conversation with the people there she knew. A woman, trying to be nice, had given the girl a large bottle of water, intending the item to last the child through the day, as it was a little over a liter, but, distracted with the good time, and a bit bored waiting for the actual protest to get going in force, she had downed the whole bottle in just a little over 45 minutes. Her tummy hurt for a while because of the sudden intake of liquid, but after sitting for a short time, she was alright and ready to go again. Until that water decided when it needed to let out. It had started with just a shifting of the feet, an unwillingness to stand still. Then she had tried to stand with her legs crossed, her sign high in the air as she fought to yell. Then, she kept bouncing up and down, and then she was holding herself between her crossed thighs, bouncing in place with her sign as high as she could get it with one arm. It was only when she felt an unwelcome warm dampness in her underwear that she dropped her sign, grabbing herself tight, and doubling up as she began rushing about for somewhere to relieve herself. As this was a public area, Blake made a run for the bathrooms, but found that the line was far too long for her to wait, though not for lack of trying. The girl got many looks of sympathy as she waited in line for almost 20 minutes, writhing on the spot, fighting off tears and whimpering every time it felt like she might wet herself. Eventually, when the unsupervised little girl could stand it no more, she made a break for a line of trees. She had been taught at a young age how to relieve herself outside in case of something like this happening, by a friendly woman bystander at a different protest. The girl ducked behind a bush and wasted no time dropping her clothes to her knees and squatting down as best she could, letting out a shaky, squeaky sigh as she relieved herself, her ears twitching and flattening out. "Mommy look! That girl's going pee outside!" Blake squeaks and turns bright red, her ears standing on end as she turned around to find a disgusted mother covering her son's eyes and glaring at Blake. "Don't look at that son! That's the kind of thing those filthy Faunus do!" she shrieks. Blake could feel her heart breaking in two under the woman harsh and angry glare. "Why mommy?" the boy asks. "Because they're disgusting animals! And Animals go outside to potty." She hisses, pulling her son away. Animals. The poor, traumatized little girl collapsed into tears as her bladder expelled the last of it's contents into the moist soil below. She stood and pulled her bottoms back into place, standing there sobbing and rubbing her eyes. ...That was a long time ago, but ever since.... "Blake! Blake wake up!" (Just the beginning portion for now, before I have to leave for the day ^_^)

This super hot blonde pees her jeans in the bathroom. Nudity warning: She starts undressing at 1:08. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c0c42f46a2ad

I am NOT taking requests, but I am looking for people who WILL do Omorashi/ABDL art of any or one of these 3 characters.

Has anyone come across any Overwatch wetting in any art or comics yet. Huge props to anyone that knows about some, I would love to see it. I think I posted this in the right place and I had a search before I posted this and didn't find anything.

If you had a method, whether "magical" or chemical or other to "turn off" your bladder control for a specific length of time, how long would you do it? I know some AB/DL types strive for total incontinence, but most of us would definitely hate that? So, how long? Hours, days, weeks, months, (etc.)? Go ahead and throw loss of bowel control in there too, if you fancy. I'd love to pick your brains about this.