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I'm curious what common wetting preferences are. To be fair, here's my answers: 1. Only about once per month, unfortunately (my wife thinks it's gross). I would like to do it 3 to 4 times per week. 2. I prefer fully clothed either in jeans or pajama pants. I like diapers too sometimes, but my favorite part is feeling it run down my legs while standing or pool around me while sitting. 3. I wear my wet pants as long as possible when I can and I wet them again whenever I need to go. Usually I have to change in less than an hour though. I don't get enough time to myself to enjoy it very often or very long. Maybe this is obvious but I prefer deliberate wetting. I'm not into holding, desperation or accidents. This is my preference when watching too. Videos in which the girl clearly enjoys what she's doing are my favorites.

I have yet to have a true ‘accident’.... the kind where I absolutely cannot hold it another second, can’t do a thing to prevent the first little leak, or the slightly bigger one that follows it, that leads into relentless warmth, spreading through my fingers and down my legs....That’s the kind of accident I want to have.... I always give in....let go before I lose control...but not today. It was a super busy day at work. By the time I got to leave for the hour drive home, I realized I hadn’t peed since about noon, and had gone through a water bottle and the large coke I had with lunch since then. I could just feel the first inkling that it would probably be wise to hit the bathroom before the drive home. Instead, I filled up my water bottle again, hit the drive through and ordered a large coffee. By the time I was about 20 minutes in I was well into the water, and the coffee was just the perfect temperature for sipping. I felt just perfectly full, the kind of full where it feels delicious to squeeze your legs together, maybe sneak a quick little grab in....mmmmmmm....and then I hit traffic..... Given that I was literally driving in the middle of nowhere, traffic like that was completely unexpected, and could never be a good sign....(turns out the highway had been closed, forcing a detour) so after waiting 15 minutes, trapped in a slow moving line (bladder suddenly and fearfully feeling 90% fuller....) I decided to make a u-turn and cut over to another sideroad...which somehow got me turned around and basically back where I started.... I did debate ducking into the gas bar to use the bathroom, but well, I was determined to make it home desperate, and that’s exactly what I did..... The last 20 minutes of the drive were torture and bliss all at once...squeezing my legs, wiggling in my seat, jamming my hand tight in my crotch....mmmm...so fun.... I pee danced into the house and wiggled and squirmed around a bit, before I totally lost my nerve ( to my credit, I only have one good kidney, and I’m fiercely protective of it) and ended up pushing firmly on my extremely firm bladder till I leaked, and then immediately trying to stop it, which was futile, it was basically game over....no matter how hard I clenched or pressed it just kept coming....flooding through my fingers, streaming relentlessly down my legs.....mmmmmmm Soaked from crotch to ankles and standing in a giant puddle, I thought I was done....but as I was mopping up my naughty mess, I started leaking again, and then gushing out another tiny little flood...unexpected and so so sweet.... so not quite a real ‘accident’, but meh, I’m not complaining! 99B200F9-F5B7-4E2E-95A4-9A360257D554.mov 2203219B-C74F-4525-9E1D-FC6044FA605D.MOV

Hello, everyone, I have a new story. This one's gonna be a bit different from my usual ones, and is much slower paced than the others. This first chapter contains desperation and fear wetting, but later ones will involve messing as well. Any feedback is always appreciated, and I hope you guys enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So this path here will get us there faster?” Hazel asked. “Faster than most,” Alma replied. Their horse-drawn carriage rattled along the cobblestone path. The old, rickety wheels squeaking in protest at the movement. Hazel’s eyes scanned the treeline surrounding them. Tall oak trees surrounded them, creating an almost impenetrable-looking forest wall. Hazel’s heart skipped a beat as a sudden bout of claustrophobia surged through her. “... And, where did you learn about this path?” Hazel continued her questioning, still staring off into the forest. “At the tavern, just before we left Westacre,” Alma pointed her thumb behind them, gesturing to the town they’d set out from earlier that day, “A traveler recommended this road, said it would get us over to Arnwick twice as fast as any other path,”. “Did he perhaps mention if this path was… safe?” Hazel managed to keep most of her concern out of her voice, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with this place. “Most paths aren’t,” Alma answered flatly. While her left hand continued to clutch the reins, her right one hoisted up her elegant crossbow, “That is why I’m carrying this,” Hazel’s eyes fell to the quiver that was full almost to bursting with crossbow bolts. What little daylight remained danced off the silver heads of the bolts. Silver, she thought, so she’s expecting more than just wolves. Alma turned her head slightly, just enough to glance at Hazel, her expressionless face changed to a calm smile, “I do this sort of thing for a living, Hazy. I haven’t been killed yet, and I’m sure as hell not gonna let you get killed on your first outing” Hazel looked into Alma’s pale blue eyes, and she believed her. Alma had been a hunter for many years, and she was damn good at it. She had also once been Hazel’s best and closest friend, until circumstance had driven them apart six years ago. Only two weeks ago had the two rekindled their friendship. Hazel had expected the two would practically be strangers after so much time apart, but the moment they started talking, it was as though they hadn’t been apart for more than a day. Hazel was further comforted as she inspected her friend’s apparel and equipment. The differences in their career choices were evident just from a single glance. Alma wore a black, wide-brimmed hat, a dark brown leather coat that reached halfway down her thighs, a crimson shirt, and black pants. A cross necklace dangled near her modest breasts. Years-old scrapes, tears, and claw marks dotted her coat. More than a few knives were sheathed on her belt. And Hazel knew that, though Alma’s clothes hid them, her physique was nothing to scoff at. Her brown hair was pulled into a loose bun behind, leaving some strands free, and allowing for a clear view of her hardened facial features, which had been slightly tanned from her time in the sun. She looked every bit the demon-killer that she was. Hazel, by comparison, looked frightfully plain. Almost ironically memorable by virtue of being so forgettable. At least, by her own judgment- Alma and several others had insisted that she was being too hard on herself, but Hazel was unconvinced. Her blonde hair hung just past her shoulders, whipping ceaselessly about in the wind. She had the clean, unmarred face and hands of someone who’d never had to struggle for much. Her bright, green eyes stood out against the paleness of her face. Her small frame was covered by a dark red dress with black adorning its edges. It was old enough that she didn’t mind it getting dirty, and loose enough that she could run easily if she had to. She was nearly twenty-four years old, yet she still had an air of almost childlike innocence about her. Issues of her own confidence aside, she was reassured by her friend’s presence. Alma was the type of person to rise to any challenge, who would face any foe and not back down. Hazel felt that she, herself, was more the type to piss herself and hide if things got truly dangerous. Speaking of pissing, Hazel was beginning to feel the urge to relieve herself. She wondered how Alma handled this when she was out here, all alone. Surely, she couldn’t just stop a hunt, or leave her client behind to go water the grass. Did she just have to hold it? What did she do once she just… couldn’t anymore? Hazel chuckled lightly at the thought of this brave monster hunter having to wet her pants, then continue her job like nothing happened. What if she had to do worse? At any rate, she didn’t want to force Alma to stop the carriage for her, so she kept her mouth shut for the moment. To distract herself from her growing needs, she thought back to her home that she was leaving behind in Westacre. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d ventured beyond the boundaries of her home town. But monster attacks had reduced the traders and caravans coming in to a trickle, and she worried that the town would soon be dried up. It was a stroke of luck that she had reacquainted with Alma, who was extremely well-versed in braving the wilderness. The two agreed upon a plan to travel to Arnwick, a popular town that wasn't going away any time soon. She envisioned the lovely shop she would own in Arnwick, getting to know the new people, getting to try all the local flavors. It was a trivial thing to be excited over, but she was excited nonetheless. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Night had come. The two had made camp just off the road. Almost immediately, Alma had made a ring of salt around the camp. When Hazel had asked why, Alma answered that it would keep the beasts away, otherwise something would likely attack them in the night. Her answer had been quick and to-the-point, but it was nonetheless enough to frighten Hazel into holding her urine even longer. She didn’t wish to venture past the salt-line and into the dangerous woods to relieve herself, but she also didn’t wish to piss on the ground right in front of her old friend. So it was that she came to be inside of their tent with Alma sleeping soundly beside her. Hazel, however, was not asleep. She was lying on her side with both of her hands pressed into her womanhood. Her mind was racing as she weighed her options. She was mere moments from completely pissing herself and, at this distance, pissing on Alma as well. She really didn’t want to do that, but if she just peed outside the tent, Alma could wake up and find her in the middle of the act. And, of course, to venture beyond the salt-line… Of her three options, two were utterly humiliating, and one was potentially deadly. A quick psssshhh sound, accompanied by a sudden warmth at her crotch and on her hands made her blood run cold. She had just peed a little. She had to make up her mind quickly, or else her body would happily decide for her. She groaned internally, before forcing herself to rise, and walk outside the tent. She held herself tightly through her short, white nightgown, yet even so, every step threatened to be her last dry one. She hitched up the hem of her gown, and hooked her thumbs into her panties, preparing to lower them. Glancing back, she noticed Alma stirring slightly in her sleep. She would surely awaken at the noise that Hazel would make. Another quick spurt escaped from her, warming her groin once more. This time, however, she could feel a bead of wetness trickling down her right thigh. Groaning aloud this time, she moved for the salt-line. I just need a minute- less really! She thought, with great desperation, Just need to find a tree, empty myself, and come back, nice and simple! Once she was far away enough that she was sure Alma would not hear her urinating, she lowered her panties and squatted. Her body didn’t need any convincing to release its pent-up liquids. She sighed with deep, genuine relief as her pee splashed against the dirt and grass. The hissing sound dominated the otherwise quiet forest. She glanced down to inspect the damage to her underwear, and grimaced at the wet patch, a few inches in diameter. The white fabric had turned somewhat see-through. She would have to ensure that she was the one to wash their clothes, lest Alma happen upon her pissed-in panties. Hazel heard a sudden noise behind her. Nothing so simple as the snap of a twig, or the rustling of branches. It was a horrible, sucking sound, one that seemed to echo, despite being fairly quiet. Whatever the wind must sound like in Hell, she was sure it was a similar kind of sound. She was petrified with fright. Her hairs stood on end, and her bladder continued to empty, showing no signs of stopping, or even slowing. An eerie, iridescent greenish-blue light illuminated the forest around her, and the horrible, echoing sound was closer now. Shaking like a leaf, she blinked away tears. She felt an emptiness in her gut that made her feel like she going to vomit. She knew what this was: Fear. True fear. She’d been afraid before, or at least thought she had, but she had never known real terror like this. The echoing sound was so close, now, just behind the tree she was squatting near. She took as deep a breath as she could, yanked her panties back up, and sprinted back towards the camp. The light and the bone chilling sound it produced took off after her. She didn’t dare turn her head to look at it. She rushed through branches and bushes, feeling them tear her gown and cut into her flesh. She felt something else, despite her attempts to ignore it: hot urine coursing down her thighs. In the back of her mind, she realized that she had never stopped peeing, even after she had yanked her underwear back up. With each frantic step, droplets of piss were flung from her legs, which were steaming in the chill night air. Her movements had caused the pee to run in erratic rivulets all down her legs, and her panties were soaked from front to back. The wetness had even reach the front and back of her gown. She tried to call out for Alma, but she could not find her voice, only frightened whimpers emerged. Finally, after what felt like hours of running, she crossed back over the line of salt. If Alma was right, the creature should follow her past it. The combination of fear and exhaustion caused Hazel to trip, and her hand slammed down into the pots they’d use to cook the night’s meal. The metal instruments were flung about, making quite a lot of noise, but Hazel wasn’t the least bit interested in them. She rolled over, now laying on her back, then sat up. At long last, she saw the creature that had chased her. It looked like a man, but his flesh was rotted, and cloaked in a bright, greenish-blue light. A ghost, no doubt. Hazel had heard they haunted the forests, but she had never seen one. It just floated there, glaring hungrily at the girl. It seemed Alma was right about them not being able to pass the salt-line. Staring at the frightful creature, she felt the last of her urine trickle out of her, the warmth seeping into her bottom, then pooling below her. Most of her urine had passed, so her puddle was only a few inches across. In the blink of an eye, the flaps to the tent had flown open, and Alma emerged. She had clearly just been shaken from her sleep, and was only wearing her black bra and panties, along with her coat that had very hastily been thrown on. Her powerful, rippling muscles wound up and down her body, and her hair hung loose around her head. Her eyes darted from Hazel to the spirit, seeming to take in the situation almost instantly. Alma reached inside the tent, and retrieved her crossbow and a silver bolt. Faster than Hazel thought possible, the weapon was loaded and aimed at the ghost. Alma didn’t hesitate even for a second before letting the bolt fly. Unlike any other weapon would have done, the silver bolt penetrated into the ghost, jutting out of the spirit just as though it had struck flesh. Giving off an echoing howl, the spirit writhed in agony, then dissipated entirely. The bolt remained levitating in the air for a brief moment, then plummeted back down to earth. “Hazy, what did you-” Alma began sternly, but stopped as Hazel’s tear-filled eyes looked up at her. After a moment of silence, the hunter settled on saying “Are you alright?”. Hazel didn’t bother to see if her voice had returned, she just nodded. Alma lowered her hand, and offered it to Hazel. The moment that she was on her feet again, Hazel collapsed into Alma, wrapping her arms around her tightly, “Alma...” she choked out between sobs, “I was so… so scared...” Alma awkwardly returned the hug, trying to stabilize her friend, “I know, I know, but it’s okay now,”. Once Hazel had come to her senses, she realized that the pee-soaked cloth of her gown and panties had been pressed up against Alma’s thigh. She broke off the hug, and took a step back, embarrassedly covering the wet patch with her hands. Alma’s eyes followed the movement until they reached her crotch. Throwing her arm over Hazel’s shoulder, Alma lead her friend towards their supplies, “Let’s get you changed, then you need to rest,”. Hazel continued to lean into her friend for support until they retrieved a box that contained some spare clothes from the parked carriage. Alma averted her eyes, giving her some privacy. Hazel was ashamed as she realized how easy the whole situation could have been. Instead, she’d risked her life to try and stave off some embarrassment, and failed anyway. After a couple of minutes, Hazel emerged from the carriage, now wearing a clean set of underwear and a fresh gown. Her misery must have been pretty obvious, as Alma stopped her on their walk back to the tent. Next to each other, the hunter stood almost a full head taller than Hazel. Her face once again shifted to that warm smile, “Don’t look so sad, Hazel. This sort of thing happens all the time,” Hazel dared to meet her friend’s gaze, “Even to someone like you?” Hazel asked in harsh, skeptical voice. “What, you think I’ve never pissed my pants before? Never shit my pants before?” The hunter smiled earnestly, “Hazy, I fight those things almost every day. I’ve soiled more pairs of pants than you could count,”. Hazel looked away from her friend, eyeing the dirt. She felt a strong hand clasp her shoulder, then heard Alma speak again, “You are so hard on yourself, and you don’t deserve even a word of things I know you think about yourself,” Hazel felt more tears coming to her eyes, “I’ve never seen anyone want to be a better person more than you, Hazy; and that’s why I know that you’ve got what it takes to do this. That’s why I know you’ll come out of this just fine, and be stronger for it. That’s why...” she paused until Hazel looked her directly in the eyes, “That’s why I know that you’ll come out of this as a better person. Because you always do, even if you never realize it,”. Once again, Hazel hugged her friend tightly as she wept, although this time under much happier circumstances. The two returned to bed; Hazel was physically and mentally exhausted, and Alma was eager to return to sleep. They would need their energy for the road ahead. The journey to Arnwick had only just begun.

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All out of regular goodnites so I pulled out the true fits I’ve had for a while. They have a lower weight limit (100lbs) than the goodnites (125 lbs) and I found them a little uncomfortably tight when I’d first tried them on. I’d been using the liners as stuffers in the goodnites and other dipes, but hadn’t bothered with the panties too much..... I’d tried them on recently when looking (in vain) through my dwindling dipe stash and they weren’t as bad as I remembered, so I thought I’d try them again today... They were snug, but not in a bad way, and as soon as I had them on I wanted to leak a little.... I restrained myself for a whike, but soon the Diet Coke and waters, combined with the allure of the fluffy insert pressed so tightly up against my throbbing pussy won out...and I leaked...and leaked again...and again....They just felt so damn good and the warm wetness pooling around me before soaking in and filling the padding....mmmmm divine..... I got control of myself and continued on with my chores...squeezing and rubbing my legs together all the while, leaking little spurts every so often....trying to take it slow.... Eventually the leaks were getting harder and harder to stop, and I was aching to just let go and feel a flood of warmth engulf me, so I pee danced my way into the bathroom, leaned up against the counter, and did just that.... Once I let go a relentless gush of warmth flooded me as I zoned out and sighed in bliss....there was no way I was stopping....even as I felt them filling and expanding, and leaking.... surprisingly they only leaked a tiny bit....I was actually a bit disappointed, I love leaky fun and warm wet legs...but the massively full padding pressed up tight against me was a fair trade I guess These will definitely come out to play again! Before After...

It's the latest craze throughout your school, it's the hype-est thing when you watch two souls battling it out! You always were watching with bated breath for what the next move of your classmates would be! An Epic duel, between two powerful wizards....Commanding powerful spells through their command, and.... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNG...BRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNG... "Ah, class time." one of the students calls, quickly turning his cards around, and exposing one of them to the other boy..A brown haired figure. "I was gonna give you some more time, but this should end it, right?" "Wha-NOOOO!! You Dick!" his brown-haired opponent calls out, slumping to the table. "Shoulda known you had somethin'. You always have somethin'." You see the small group gathered around the duo starting off at this, as you pick up your own things, and proceed to class. You haven't ever found yourself too invested in trends, but the way that the card game Magic has swept across the school...You've had a bit more than a passing interest... And, after saving up your allowance a fair bit, and mustering up enough courage...You've decided you were going to dive into the game head-first! "Come on, this is an easy problem." the teacher's voice called out, as you lightly snap to attention. ....After school, of course. The school's bell rings out eventually, and you start down the path in your neighborhood to the nearest card shop...Intent on your goal.... intent on becoming the best wizard you can be! .... ........ At least, that's what you hope can happen. Worries pervade your mind of doing various embarrassing things...being humiliated in duels....Losing every game you play...or worst.... Missing all of the abilities your soon-to-be cards will have. .... You try to push these worries aside as you look up to the glass door separating you from your destiny...and catch your reflection... ================================================================================================================================================ [Welcome to A Magic: The Gathering Interactive Story by Faust!] [This is a story Centered around the Card Game Magic: The gathering, with some special Faust-brand touches added, to promise a bit of lewdity, and excitement throughout the tale. Fear not if you have not played, for Faust shall take efforts to make it more accessible to readers than for the actual card game itself. But, before that sort of thing occurs....You must.. Create your character.] [Character Creator Initializing......] [Character Creator: [Female] Initialized!] [Height:] (Are you Short, Average, or Tall?) [Weight:] (Are you Petite, Average, or Plump?) [Bust-Size:] (Are you Flat, Modest, or Ample?) [Rump-Size:] (Are you flat, average, or Gifted?) [Hair-style:] (Short, Average, or Long?) [Clothing Style:] (Girly, Boyish, or androgynous?) [Stats!] (A New feature for this new story! A stat governs a different attribute that will relate to your character...Both on, and off the battlefield! Stats are from a 1-10 range, and you'll gain a point at every level. Stats are as follows...] Willpower: [Enables you the strength to never give up, no matter the odds! Permits clarity through tense situations...Whether the battle be without, or within...] Courage: [Enables you to challenge opponents with higher difficulties, and improves your ability for Bold Moves! Such may lead to one's success....Or get you in a load of trouble] Bladder: [The Stat everyone is familiar with! This determines how many games you can play at full concentration and How long you can play a game without needing a break. Combos well with stall decks, and vulgar intentions.] Luck: [A stat that affects many things, but not as prominently as other stats. May lead to a few fortunate occurrences, sparingly. Seduction: [A stat that governs your own physical attractiveness. May influence your selection in opponents, and your ability to charm certain individuals..] [You have 3 stat points with which to raise your stats right off] [Gift:] [A Special Gift to help define your character. Choose 1 of the following... ] Glasses: [You're blind without 'em. +1 willpower when worn.] Lucky Panties: [A special pair of garments that always makes you feel..Luckier! +1 to luck stat when worn.] Silk lingerie: [Comfy underthings that make you feel....Confident. +1 to courage when worn.] Omo Weekly: [You read it for the articles, seriously! You certainly don't hold as a hobby which gives you a +1 to bladder...Perish the thought...] H-Ticket: [A strange ticket that lets you incite vulgar scenes easier. Be it naughty terms for a Duel, or offers..] Heavy Meal: [A Hearty meal to be eaten at a time.... That will lead to the unlocking of tummy-related accidents...] Picture of ____: [A picture of a character in Faust's stories of your choice. Will permit you to start off knowing more about said person..Perhaps even making friends with them easier.] Naughty Panties: [A pair of garments you ritualistically...indulge in fantasies with. Increases experience gained through duels when something lewd happens to these panties.] Illicit Photo of ____: [A picture of a character in Faust's stories you have a...considerable interest in. Provides an advantage when playing against said person, but may lead to illicit thoughts about said character...] ================================================================================================================================================ [Character Stats: Willpower: 1 Courage: 1 Bladder: 1 Luck: 1 Seduction: 1 Points to Spend: 3 Gift: ??? AuthorFaust: Character submissions will be opened... After initial character creation is finished. Faust will provide the skeleton for submissions then.

In the last few days, I and another user of Omo.org that wants to remain anonymous did a little RP using the personal messenger and it turned out so well that I thought of posting it. Maybe I'm posting it in the wrong section, maybe it belongs on RP realm, but I thought that since I'm revisiting it (some less important messages; but I tried to leave it as original as possible) and I'm posting the whole stuff all at once this could be the more convenient forum. The premise was really simple: two female friends goes out for a night and end up desperate to pee, but neither of them wants to reveal the predicament. We agreed also about the fact that the two girls were friends but they start develop feelings for each other. I tried to distinguish each post between me and the other user with this symbol: "_". I followed the direction my friendly user said me, so I'm not the first one to post. Enough said, let's begin! What a Beautiful Night! My name is Katie I am 5”4 brunette tied up in ponytail I am wearing a very sexy blue dress that really shows of my legs with a sky blue thong underneath _ My name is Sofia, tall, curvy (but not fat), blonde girl, green eyes, wearing a whitey romper, braless, lace white thong (you can see it through my romper) and heels, with my toe nails painted red. Basically I used this actress lol hope you like it _ After I get ready and about yo head out the door “ hey Sophia it’s Katie I am al set to go for us to go eat at that new restaurant “ I say excited yeah I like it my toe nails are painted blue and I forgot to add that my thong is lace aswell lol _ "Hey, Katie! I can't wait to try out that new restaurant: my friend said that it's a bit expensive but whorty." I said, kissing you on the cheeks as we head to my car. As soon as I turned my car on, I ask you "do you like to listen to some music?" _ “ yes I would love to listen to some music “ I say as you turn on you’re car _ As I turned on the car, a catchy song came out a little too loud through the speakers. "Whoa!" was my comment, while I regulate the volume to be low enough to talk over the song. "I love this singer, but I can't remember his name..." I said, removing my shoes to drive and pulling them on the backseat with a giggle. I took a quick glance at you while exiting the parking lot of your house and adjusting a rebel lock of hair from my forehead: you look lovely in that pretty blue dress, short enough to make me blush. _ “ thank you I picked it because I love how the color blue looks on me and isn’t your dress a little see through “ I say blushing madly “ don’t worry I can’t remember the singers name ether but I sure do love this song “ _ Hearing that my dress is transparent make me blush furiously and for a moment I think if turning back the car and go home to change. "Does it make me look too slutty?" I ask you, winking. "Or do you just like what you're seeing?" _ “ you look fine it was just something i notice I am actually really hungry “ I say blushing madly _ "The restaurant is just around the corner, we'll just have to find a good spot to park" I say excited for the dinner we are going to have. After parking and putting my heels back on, we walk trough the hall of this fancy restaurant. I took another glance at your back and felt dizzy inside... _ I look back smiling at you “ are you ok Sofia “ I say blushing madly _ "Yes, yes! I... I was noticing that the polish on your toenails match with the dress" I say, with a stutter. "But where is the waitress?" I ask to no one "How can we find our reserved table if there's no one at the entrance" My heart is still pumping hard because of the fact that you got me staring at you. We are friends and I'm afraid of how I feel about you and that this 'thing' can change our friendship. That's when I notice a little discomfort in my bladder. _ “ ohhh you like I can lend you my nail polish I wonder where our waitress is “ I say looking around as I feel a small but manageable urge to pee _ "Oh, yeah, maybe next week! Now I'm wearing a more aggressive red one!" I say, imitating the roaring of a tiger and regretting at that instance because of how stupid I look at your eyes. I cross my legs, stretching the fabric of my romper and revealing more and more of my thong, when the waitress appears... _ “ I giggle crossing my legs don’t worry it’s ok “ I say noticing our waitress “ yes we are having a table for two and this is our reservation “ I say crossing my legs _ The waitress looks at us like we are two naked sluts and we give a look at each other in surprise. As soon as we arrived at the table, we sit down and I double cross my legs without thinking. Handing my menu, I say "So..." but you interrupt me _ i have my legs crossed under the table “ omg I can’t believe we are actually here I am starving and thirsty how about you “ I say trying to distract myself from my urge to pee _ "I was just thinking the same! Isn't it weird?" I say, smiling. I stopped a waitress, a different from before, and ordered some sparkling wine. "A toast to..." _ “ a toast to us “ I say lifting up my glass of sparkling water rubbing my thighs together _ "Indeed" I say, drinking and crossing my legs thighter. "Man, I do really need to use the toilette, but I don't want to embarass myself even more than what I did tonight..." I thought, trying to avoid thinking about all thw liquids filling my bladder. "So, Katie, what do you want to eat tonight?" I asked, while grabbing discretely my crotch with one hand to help me hold on. _ i keep my legs crossed thinking to myself I really gotta pee but I really don’t want to be rude and I am really hungry “ I would like to eat some steak with a side of smash potatoes what are doing after we finish eating “ I say blushing madly trying not to show my desperation _ "I think I'll go with a jambon omelette with some side of asparagus and carrots... But, wooza! 17$? A little expensive, don't you think?" I say, with a tone of surprise that surprised also myself. "Damn, drinking at this pace will make me go full desperate too soon. What to do?" I thought while adjustng my underwear, trying to not make you notice what I'm doing. My legs are crossed really thight and my toes wriggles in the air, shoes free, to try to contain my jiggling. "Well, I planned on having a drink in a bar with a wonderful patio near the beach, where we can see the sea in the night..." I say, regretting proposing this plan. ... I play with my hair while I watch your nervous/perplexed face after the explanation of the plan for the night. My bladder is really full and I need to relieve myself as soon as possible, but I'm denying me this opportunity... and even this thought. _ Crossing my legs “ that sounds nice wanna skip the bar and go straight to the beach “ I say trying not to show how desperate I am as it is incredibly Embarrassing _ "Yeah, sure! This sounds awesome!" I say, embarassed but happy to be in an date with this lovely friend of mine. This sounds more romantic than I thought, initially... and also the beach part. But I don't mind. A spasm in my lower abdomen reminds me of my awful situation, so I decide to speed up the situation a little. As the waiter collects our order, I bet he's checking me out. He says something like "everything ok? You two are shaking a lot" I feel my cheeks turning red and fire up, while I try to remain as still as I can, unsuccessfully. I'm literally tapping my feet on the ground from how much I need to pee! After the waiter leaves, I look at you and I say "What a weirdo!" laughing. I'm starting noticing something weird about you too: you seem... distracted! Oh, no! "Do I bore her?" I though. I ask you "So, we were talking... oh, yes! What you do for a living!" _ I keep one hand on my my crotch “ ohh me all I do for a living is teach a small yoga class “ I say blushing madly as I try not be to obvious about my need to pee _ "Yoga! That means you're really flexible!" I say with a wink. My feet are tapping really bad on the floor, I can't control them, I'm so desperate. I cross my legs the other way, to try to keep holding. _ “ yeah it helps to relax and stuff “ I say blushing madly with a smile as rub my tighs together _ "I can see that!" I say, trying to not look too much into your beautiful eyes. My urge for the bathroom is making me tremble under the table, shaking my legs and blushing my face while I play with my long blonde hair. "I can't hold on much longer" I thought "I have yo collect the courage to leave for a toilet break soon or I'll be in trouble" As I try to speak up to ask you to pardon me for a moment, our waiter pops up with the food. _ “ hey before we eat I need to head over to bathroom and freshen up “ I say getting up keeping my thighs together _ "Oh, yes... G-go ahead!" I say, regretting you beated me on time. My legs still crossed thight, an hand in my crotch but covered by the tablecloth. _ I quickly walk to the bathroom and to my dismay I notice an out of order sign and start walking by blushing madly sitting back down holding myself hoping you would not notice “ the bathroom is out of order “ I say blushing madly _ I glanced at you the whole time, in part of envy because you get to use the toilet, in part because of how this dress looks sexy on you. I feel a pinge in my bladder and a small leak on my panties. "Fuck!" I whisper to myself, trying to control the damage. I get back to reality when I see you seated in front of me, giving me the bad news. "What a pity!" I say, avoiding to let my feelings flow over my face "we can't check our make-up" I say with a giggle, trying to calm myself down, to relieve some stress. The bulge of my bladder makes my romper thigh, but I should focus on having a good date with you. "Maybe it's better to eat, or our food will get cold!" I say, twitching my legs. _ I start eating quickly “ yeah it’s a real shame I really wanted to check my make up “ I say grabbing my crotch as my bladder also spasms _ "How's your food?" I ask quietly, munching my omelette. "Mine's..." I start speaking when a little piece of yolk falls from the fork to my breast, specifically on my left tit, leaving a yellowish stain on my white braless romper. _ am grabbing my crotch as I rub my tighs together and notice the yolk fall on you’re breast “ umm my food is great but I normally wouldn’t wear it “ I say giggling trying to hide my need “ so how are we going to get to the beach “ I say bouncing a little on my seat _ "What...? Oh, fuck!" I swear out loud. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to swear, Katie!" my apologies fill the table between us. "Could you help me remove the stain, deary?" I beg you, with my sweetest face. As you approach me, I notice your legs bouncing and shifting, just as mine. " I thought to walk til the beach, do you mind? It's like 15 minutes far..." I answered. _ My legs are bouncing a little “ I don’t mind the walk “ I say blushing as I help you clean up the stain noticing you’re legs are also a little bouncy _ "Thank you really much!" I say, as your hand cleans the yolk stain from my breast. I feel like a mad urge to hug you and kiss you, but I know that's not appropriate between two friends. In the meantime, my hands tremble to not hold my crotch and help hold my pee on as you are so close to me. My feet, kicked the shoes off, bounced on the ground and made some sounds that makes people from other tables turn around. "So, we agree to walk then.. " I say, regrettig it at the moment, thinking about my poor swollen bladder. "Maybe I can find a toilet on the way there" i think _ “ let’s hurry and finish eating so we can get starting “ I say sitting down and start holding my crotch _ "Yeah, you're right!" I say, hoping not to spurt again in my lace white thong. _ “ yeah “ I say blushing madly not caring if I don’t look lady like I just want to pee _ After eating the last bite of my meal and sipping another glass, I say "excuse me for a moment, I think I left my money in the car." "I'm literally moments away from peeing my panties" I think "maybe I can find a spot to pee behind my car, if I'm lucky" I stand up, almost twisting my legs. _ Maybe I can pee behind her car I say getting also twisting my legs “ I’ll come with if there is two of us I’ll go quicker “ I say a little bouncy _ "Oh... ok!" I say, sweating because my plan blowed up. I chin at the waiter and explain the situation: he don't seem to convince about my excuse, but he let us go. Our shaking legs walked fast to the car and I feel my thong running up my ass, making me uncomfortable. "Geez, I need to peeeeee!" I think, almost crying. Approaching my car, I cross my legs and opened the passenger door, pretending to search inside. _ My thong starts to feel uncomfortable as I begin to look around thinking to myself maybe I can wait for just the right moment to hide and pee” I think to myself “ have you found you’re money yet “ I squirming _ "Y-yes!" I say, feeling a trickle along my legs. "Gasp! I leaked more!" I think, with teary eyes. I squirm in place as I close my car and we begin to walk back to the restaurant. Then you say... _ “ are you ok Sofia let’s hurry and start our walk “ I say blushing as I squirm in place as I feel some pee escape into my thong _ "Yeah, sure, Katie! No problem, everything ok!" I say, squirming uncontrollably in place. My need is getting bigger and bigger and I can't contain it anymore: it's obvious I'm dying for a pee, but somehow you seem to be distracted by something else... My mind goes through thoughts like 'I'm ruining this beautiful date with Katie', 'I don't want her to think I'm a weirdo that pees herself' and 'please, God, help me hold it'. We arrive at the cash register and pay for our meal. My legs keep shifting in place, crossing and uncrossing and the cashier asks us how the dinner went. So you answer... _ it was good I was just wondering why the girls room was out of order “ I say blushing madly as I squirm “ I hope Sofia doesn’t think I am wierd and holding my pee on purpose” I think to myself _ "I was wondering that too!" I say, maybe a little too loud, anxious to know the answer. The cashier explains us that, due to some plumbing issues, the girls' bathroom was out of order for the night, but we are more than welcome of using the men's room. He apologize deeply for the inconveniente. We stare at each other. I WANT to use the bathroom as soon as possible, I'm on the verge of having an accident, but I don't want to be the one that delay our night out. I'm really shaking at this decision. I look into your eyes. _ I really don’t want to delay our night any more plus that I don’t want to use the men’s room maybe during our night I can go somewhere “ no thank you we should be fine I just wanted to touch up on my make up “ I say giggling nervously as I squirm in place _ "Yes, thank you!" I say, almost bent over by how much I need to pee. I wonder if you need to pee too: I drank white wine during the night, maybe too much, while you drank only water. But it seems that I'm the one that's about to lose it. My damp thong adheres my private area in a sexy way, arousing me a little... I watch you as I think this and I start blushing! I feel my head dizzy... maybe because of the wine, maybe because I'm with you. Stop! I need to stop thinking about you THIS way. We are just friends... "Do you mind if I take my heels off? They're killing my poor feet!" I say, with a smile. _ “ no problem Sofia take them of if there bothering you “ I say blushing madly as I continue to squirm and feel a little pee on my thighs “ I gotta hurry and think of a way to go or else “ I think to myself _ Walking barefeet on the street to the beach, feeling the grass under the toes and your damned heels collected into an hand can make you feel free, maybe relieved. That is not the case: I'm agonizing, a river of urine almost spurting out of my crotch. Sometimes I have to stop for a second to regain control: I pretend to feel something soggy under my soles or to drop my shoe, but in fact it's just a way of holding on. I'm minutes away of peeing myself, and I feel another spurt, this time bigger and more noticeable. My crotch is all wet, my romper too; my hands fly to take control and all my belongings drop to the ground. My feet are wet and there's a little drops under me, signaling that I had done something embarassing. Did Katie notice? _ Katie notices Sofia and decides “ hey umm Sofia are you ok “ she says knowing what is going on but does this trying distract herself from the little spurts of pee going down her legs as she keeps her tighs together _ Panic takes control and I feel my mouth spelling "yeah, no problem. Let's go to the beach now, we're almost there!" I manage somehow to stop peeing my romper and try my best to mantain my dignity, avoiding to think that you noticed what just happened. But how could you not have noticed? Anyway, I collect my stuff from the ground, craving for your help. Are you willing to bend down? _ I don’t want to be embarrassed being the only one that needs to pee I want to wait till Sofia sees something I bend over and help her keeping one hand on my crotch as I feel some more come out and quietly wisper ohhh no _ I'm so busy collecting my stuff, holding on and trying not to piss myself that I don't even notice that you leaked a little. My only glimpse at you reveal that you're wearing a blue lace thong... extremely sexy. I wonder if you did that on purpouse on wearing such a nice piece of cloting on our date or... these kind of thoughts again! Sofia, stay focused! First you need to find a discreet way to relieve yourself and not to reveal Katie about your need! As I stand up, my head turns around a bit: too much alcohol for the night! We started walking again, but my bladder still spasms. "Do you mind if I lit a cigarette, Katie?" I ask, trying to look cool and keep my body busy, while we approach the beach. _ “ I don’t mind “ I say looking distracted trying to find a discreet place to pee “ I really hope I am not the only who has to pee and I really don’t want to stop what we are doing “ I think to myself as I try to hold squirming around _ Arriving at the beach, we see that no one is around: we are alone on this immense land of sand, sea and nightsky. I lit my cigarette and try to speak at you, but you are distracted by something else, I see it. It's even more difficult to hold a full bladder walking on the sand, where each step can make you fall on the ground. "Where do you like to sit , Katie? How rude of mine: do you want to smoke too?" I ask, bobbing my long legs up and down. _ “ I am good thank you for offering “ I say squirming on the spot as a hear the water I quickly grab my crotch noticing you distracted aswell _ I see you squirming and I think that you are cold: it's pretty windy at the beach at night. I just want to cover you and hug you and then kiss you... but stop! Not again! My flow of ideas about you, your beautiful body with nothing on but that lace thong I saw before... gosh! Well, I was saying, I get distracted by that and my bladder kick on. A spasm make me kneel down on the sand where we are and another jet of hot urine spurts out of my body. My romper is all see-through on my crotch are and I bet you can see my vagina if there were any light. "I have to tell you something, Katie..." almost crying, I say. _ I lift my dress and start holding my crotch feeling the wetness and almost crying as I feel the wetness not caring anymore “ I have something I have to tell you aswell “ _ "Oh, Katie! Sorry, I don't mean to ruin this beautiful night, but can I speak first? I'm going to explode otherwise..." I say, on the verge of crying, my hands deep on my crotch. I see you lifting your dress while I speak,and this makes my interest peek, but I need to finish what I started. "I... I need to pee so badly!" tears flow down my cheeks as my fingers get wet another time by the release of a little portion of my bladder. _ “ I also need to pee It’s about to come out “ I say blushing madly as I hold my crotch tightly as bounce foot to foot _ "Really? That's why you were so distracted tonight? So I don't bore you?" I ask, blushing too with my tears still dropping from my cheeks to the sand. "We are desperate to pee together" I laugh. Not a smart move: another little jet of pee escape through my crotch and my fingers. Your little dance with your dress lifted up hypnotize me for a moment, but the urge of my swollen bladder wake me. "We better find a bathroom soon, or we'll piss ourselves!" I say "Please help me get up, I'm stuck! I'm afraid if I move I'll pee!" _ I help you get up as little pee comes out as I grab my crotch “ yeah we need to find one fast do you know where there at “ I say keeping my legs crossed and holding my crotch in tears _ "Thank you, Katie!" I say, while I get up and cross my legs immediately. My inner legs are all wet and sandy and my feet too. I'm a mess, I think. I hug you to keep my balance and our faces are so close! I hope I'm not the only one of us involved romantically... That's so stupid! I don't have to think to kiss you anymore, I just have to piss! "I don't really know. Maybe we can try in that bar I planned for our night, but it's 5 minutes away... Or we can go outdoor...?" I say, anxious to hear your answer. I'm a bit too shy to pee outside a toilet, but this is an emergency. _ “ I don’t think I can wait 5 minutes so we have to do it outside I just don’t know where and how because one of us is going to have to stand guard” I say rubbing my tighs together as I hold my crotch _ "You're right, I can't hold on either!" I say desperately. "Maybe we can go behind those beach cabins..." We approach the cabins slowly and with our hands deep in crotches: I observe you as you walk ahaed of me, your ass exposing in this sexy lace thong... "And now that we are here: who goes first?" I say, dancing where I stand to keep my pee in. I'm about to pop and you are too... _ “ I really don’t know I am litterly about to pop “ I say grabbing the sides of blue lace thong as I keep my thighs together rubbing them and crossing them _ "You're going to hate me for this, but can I go first, Katie?" I ask you, begging for your pity for my situation. My feet are dancing pretty badly up and down at the moment and I can't help to feel a warming sensation spreading across my vagina. I'm starting to pee. _ “ Sofia please don’t I am litterly about to pull down my thong you see how wet it is” I say grabbing them and pulling them down slowly _ "I understand, Katie! Sorry! I... I'll stand guard!" I say, keeping an eye on your womanhood slowly exposing. Hands in my crotch, my silent dance continues while I hear you hissing... _ “ I think we have enough cover for us to go together “ I say blushing as you see my thong at my mid thighs _ "Yes, you're right!" I can't believe my ears. That's what I wanted for all night: a relieving pee! I try to reach my zipper in my back, but it's somewhat stuck. Agonazing, I try to reach it and unstuck it, but it's no use. Your pee sound is not helping me. "Please, unstuck this little bastard for me, before I'll pee my panties" I say, almost shouting. I'm sweating... _ As I am squatting I reach over and help you with you’re zipper giving a sigh of relief “ I really had to pee “ I say blushing madly _ "I can see that!" I say, while your jet of piss becomes stronger and stronger near my feet. And also more loud: an hissing that makes me really uncomfortable... As you try to help me, I feel I can't control myself anymore. The hand I got in my crotch becomes wetter and wetter and I can't fight it: I'm pissing myself. _ “We are almost there “ I say as my pee stream begins to die down _ I start cry and whimper in my romper. "i CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" I shout. With a quick movement, I unzip almost brutally my romper, pull it down and slide my panties to one side, so my exposed trimmed vagina could erupt in a strong jet of piss. "Oh, fuck!" I say, exhausted. My breast is out, revealing to you and anyone on the beach, as my crotch area. I pee fiercefully for a minute, splashing my legs, feet, thong and lower side of romper. _ “ ohh wow “ I say blushing madly as I admire you’re naked body _ My eyes turn to the sky while I pee. I can't stop now that I started. I'm erupting more and more, my bladder is emptying itself. I regain conscience of myself as I see you looking at my tits, then at my vagina, then at my tits again. "Do you like what you see, Katie?" I say, still peeing, but now also blushing. _ All I can do is nod as I pull up my thong after I finish peeing _ My stream dies slowly and in constant pace, while I check your legs and ass and breast and everything. I like you! There's no way to deny it! I really like what I'm seeing! And I like you, a lot! As I stand up from my crouched position and adjust my romper, you did something that I didn't expect. _ I quickly lean in and kiss you pull you away “ I I can’t” I say pushing you a side walking away in a fast pace _ Still half naked, I watch you as you walk away. I can't believe what I just experienced: I recieved a kiss from you, the girl I like, the girl I just had a wonderful and disastrous date with. I'm in shock. I would like to run after you, to catch you and kiss you in the sand right here, but I feel like that's not what you want. You said you can't. A tear drops by my cheek. So I shout at you. A dumb move indeed, but I don't know what to do... _______ And that was the little story that came out! Hope you guys enjoyed! I tried to not contaminate it too much, leaving all the spelling and grammatical errors because that was the way we wrote it. The user that wrote this story with me is willing to do some more RP, so maybe you'll read another chapter of the story. A big thank you to this user, without them it wasn't possible to write this amazing story :)

Another workday ends, the cottage is clean and the animals were feeded and bathed, Shooting Star took a well-deserved shower,when the young man went out,Fluttershy appeared with a letter. -Fluttershy: Hey,honey! I have a notice! -Shooting Star: Nice, what kind of notice? -Fluttershy: First tell me,what are you planning tonight? -Shooting Star: I'm going to dinner,maybe I'll play Smash for a while or I'll watch a movie before I go to sleep. -Fluttershy: Video games? Again? Come on,honey! That's unhealthy,you need to socialize! Look at this! This letter is an invitation for a party, I will meet again with my elementary school partners, tonight! -Shooting Star: Ouch! Are you serious? I hated the elementary school and I hate the parties. -Fluttershy: Come on! Don't say that! It will be funny! -Shooting Star: Argh!...Ok,you win...I'll go only for you. -Fluttershy: Yay! *smiling*t The party is starting, the couple arrived, but there's a problem: It was a hot day,Fluttershy drank too much lemonade,and she didn't went to the bathroom before go to the party. All the guests talked about their lifes and her goals after the graduation. Shooting Star was truly bored, almost sleeping, then Fluttershy talked. -Fluttershy: Umm,honey... -Shooting Star: *reacts and jump* Whoa! It's dinner time? The party ended? -Fluttershy: No,I need to pee. -Shooting Star: What?! You said you could hold it. -Fluttershy: Looks like I was wrong...let's go,I'm going to wet my pants if I don't go now. *blushing and putting her hands between her legs* -Shooting Star: Don't worry,let's go! Just hold it a bit more. Then the couple ran away,trying to find a restroom. They found it,but unfortunately the women restroom was out of order... -Fluttershy: *shaking her legs* Oh no! This is not happening! -Shooting Star: Don't worry, we can go to the men restroom. -Fluttershy: What?! Never! The men are a pervert pigs! -Shooting Star: *offended* Hey! -Fluttershy: Sorry,honey. You're different to them. -Shooting Star: Don't worry,what about the garden? -Fluttershy: No, somebody could watch my private parts. -Shooting Star: Let's go to the supplies room and get a bucket then. -Fluttershy: No, that's dirty. -Shooting Star: Ouch! I'm running out of ideas! What will happen now! -Fluttershy: Don't worry,I'll try to hold it until the party ends. -Shooting Star: Are you sure? -Fluttershy: Of course, we defeated Tirek and Discord, this is nothing! Then they back to the party,one boring hour of bad jokes and boring speeches, Fluttershy rejected the drinks and tried to think about another things. It was perfect,but one of the guests accidentally dropped the microphone, the disgusting sound scared Fluttershy and the inevitable occurred...Fluttershy moaned and her face blushed,a sound of water falling could be heard, a big,dark and wet spot covered Fluttershy's jeans,big squirts of pee fallen on the floor,making a puddle. Fluttershy's old bullies started to laugh mercilessly and say offensive things... "Look at the animal freak! She peed her pants,like in the school! Klutzershy wets her pants! Aww,the baby had an accident! Back to wear diapers!" Fluttershy covered her face and started to cry. Embarrassed, she ran away. Some people feel bad for Fluttershy,but the bullies just laughed for a long time. Shooting Star heard the laughs and he was really enraged, his blue eyes turned glowing red and his energy stared to flow. -Shooting Star: *furious scream* Shut up,NOW!!!!! The bullies' laughs stopped,but one of them said: "And who do you think you are,Scarface?",mocking about the Shooting Star's eye scar. "No,you are that freak's boyfriend? Better don't mess with us if you don't want to lose your eye,run away to find your girlfriend,and buy diapers for her!" Then started to laugh again. -Shooting Star: *an electric lightnings surrounded him and started to fly* That's ENOUGH! AHHHHHHHHH!!! His angry screams and his energy broke every items made of glass,and everyone get scared. -Shooting Star: Do you think the humiliation is funny?! That's because you never were humiliated!! AHHHHHHHH!! -Bully: Man,that guy is a monster!! Shooting Star threw a destructive energy wave at the bullies. Scared,they tried to run away of Shooting Star's rage,eventually the most of them were reached for the energy beams, just harmed but not killed. The bullies' leader was trapped,Shooting Star went down and opened a fissure when put his feet on the floor,he flew to the bully and grabbed him from the shirt. -Bullies' leader: Hey,dude! Please take it easy! I was just kidding,just an stupid joke! I will not mess with Fluttershy never again! -Shooting Star: You won't get away...I'll put you in your place!! Shooting Star's knocked him out with a single punch in his face,his rampage ended and then ran outside to search Fluttershy. He found her at the garden,laying in the floor,crying,embarrassed and in uncomfortable with her wet and cold jeans. -Shooting Star: Come on,baby...please don't cry *holding her hands and lifting her* -Fluttershy: Don't you want to see me crying? How? I peed my pants... -Shooting Star: Don't worry, I smashed those stupids,and I said you,coming here was a mistake,we should have stayed at home. -Fluttershy: I just wanted you to have fun. -Shooting Star: But you know I hate the parties,watch a movie with you on our bed and eat pizza is a lot better than these boring parties. -Fluttershy: *cleans her tears and smiles* Really? Aww,I'm sorry for forced you to come here. -Shooting Star: Don't worry *kisses Fluttershy* let's go home. They got in Shooting Star's car and went to home. Once at home, Fluttershy took off his wet pants and panties and took a shower, meanwhile Shooting Star washed Fluttershy's wet clothes. -Shooting Star: Do you feel better? -Fluttershy: Yes,thank you. -Shooting Star: I have a pair of dry panties,come on. -Fluttershy: No,I don't want to wear panties. I want a diaper. -Shooting Star: Diaper? But you had an accident due to hold it for a long time. -Fluttershy: I know,but the diapers are cute and very comfy,they make me feel safe. -Shooting Star: As you wish,baby. Fluttershy was wearing a yellow sweater,a long striped socks and a cute diaper with bunny prints. They ate a pizza while watched a movie,both cuddled in their bed. Movies,pizza and Fluttershy in diaper are a million of times better than a boring party.

Hey everyone! So this is my first shot at fan fiction. I hope you enjoy, and I have a second chapter if y'all enjoy this one! Which I really hope you do. I spent a lt of time on this. Btw this is based off a fantasy I had when i was younger. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- School trips. What wonderful times they are, full of overprotective teachers and chaperones, annoying douchebags, cliques, boring activities, crowds, and worst of all, having to find someone to room with. Having to be loud enough to be able to sleep with someone you know. This year was no different than any other. There was the guy I wanted to room with. Crazy intelligent yet impossibly cute, extraordinarily sweet, and responsible enough to have us go to bed at a reasonable hour while still giving us time to sit up and talk. I had had a crush on this guy for months and in my mind there was nothing better then sharing a twin sized bed with him for one night. But there was no way. He had too many friends, and besides, he probably barely knew I exist. The extent of our interactions in school were simple “Hey”’s. Once I invited him to the movies, but there were like five other people, and we didn’t even end up sitting next to each other. There was the guy i expected to room with. We had been friends for ages, so why wouldn’t he too with me, right? Well, he’d probably end up rooming with a different friend, leaving me in the dust, hopeless and lonely. And then there was the guy I would end up rooming with. The other looser who couldn’t find a friend. The other guy that sat at the back of class, suffering in silence. “Hey Ben.” I turned around to find the source of the mysterious voice that had uttered my name. Had it been inside my head? Was I hearing things? “Oh, hey Paolo.” There he was. My crush, my one and only. I tried to hide my surprise, but I could practically see my face turn the color of a beat. “So, uh, are you rooming with anyone for the trip?” No, of course not. Why would I be. How would I be. “Uh, no. Why?” “Well, would you maybe like to room with me? All my friends are rooming with each other, and, well, I just thought of you.” No. This could be happening. “Uh, that would be great! I’ll put our names on the slip, I guess! I can’t wait!” No, like, I really couldn’t! Fast forward a month. We had just arrived at the hotel in Philadelphia for the night. I found Paolo and we went to our room. There it was, the twin bed in all its glory. We put our stuff down and started getting ready for bed. “Uh, Ben?’ “Yeah?” I responded. Even when uneasy, his voice still rang out like a song, calling to my heart. “I gotta be honest: I wet the bed.” “Oh?” “Yeah, thats why none of my friends wanted to room with me.” Holy shit! I’ll be the first to admit I have a fetish for guys, including me, peeing or pooping themselves, and as much as I hate getting pleasure from others misfortune, I couldn’t help but be even more excited than i already was. However, I also felt bad for him because of his friends. Like, thats pretty harsh! “Uh, thats totally fine!” I responded. “It is?” “Yeah, I mean I’ll admit, I’ve had plenty of issues throughout my life.” Well, that is if my fetish counts as an issue. “Oh, you have?” “Yeah, so bedwetting is nothing new to me. Its not an issue.” “Alright, that makes me feel a lot better. Anyway, I brought a pull up. It sometimes leaks, but it should hold most of the pee.” “Thats cool. Yeah, really not an issue.” He smiled a genuine, wide, and innocently smile. He seemed amazed that his issue was finally accepted, and looked like he just wanted to give me a hug. “Um, sometimes when I sleep with someone, I can’t help but snuggle up against them, and hug them. Is that alright?” I could see the small wink he gave, and I wanted to cry of joy. “Yeah, I have the same issue.” We giggled. He went to the bathroom to change, and I washed him emerge from the bathroom in just the pull up and a shirt. I was quite turned on, but managed to hide it under the covers. He got into bed and cured up against me. I fell asleep quickly, holding the boy of my dreams. It was about 3:30 am when I woke up to Paolo unconsciously squirming around in bed. It continued for a minute before it stopped. Then came the small hiss, and the warmth of the pull up, pushed up against my knee, getting wet with pee. I smiled as i let it happen. This continued for a little while before the pull up started leaking, but I didn’t mind, and Paolo remained asleep. When we woke up the next morning, the bed was cold, but the pull up was still warm resting against my leg. “Good morning.” He mumbled, reaching down to feel his pull up. “Mmm, good morning.” I groaned. “Oops, I peed.” He said. “Yeah, you did.” I responded.

Ok, so I don’t like going to dentists. I’m not like the kind of person who needs to be sedated to go get a filling or cleaning, and I’m not a biter, but I don’t like going to the dentist. It’s something about someone having their hands in my mouth, not being able to talk, and the drilling and all that. Usually if I’m doing a cleaning, I’ll pop in a podcast or some music, or even watch the TV the dentist has up as distraction, and it keeps me sufficiently distracted so as not to get to agitated. So the other day I had to get some dental work done, and I was slotted in for an hour and a half. This is a long time, a lot longer than your average cleaning. I was worried. I really needed a distraction to keep me from getting too worked up, particularly because there was going to be drilling involved. So I decided that I’ve wear a diaper to the appointment. Now I’ve worn diapers to dentist appointments before, usually when I was much younger. I got equally agitated and longer dental appointments were too much for my complicated and temperamental bladder. My mother would usually encourage me to wear a Goodnite or when I was younger simply put me in a pull-up before a dentist appointment. These were always discreet pull-ups, and it wasn’t advertised. When I got my wisdom teeth out a while back, I wore a proper tape-up diaper, and it was discussed with the dentist beforehand, and the dentist and hygienist knew. This made me super embarrassed, but as I was still having moderate incontinence issues at the time, and I was going to be unconscious for however long it takes then to yank out 4 big teeth, this was the best way to keep the dentist’s chair and my bottoms dry. Anyhow, I decided that I’ wear a tape-up diaper to the appointment I had scheduled. As many of you will know, since my Botox treatment, daytime issues for me are all but gone, and I can definitely wait an hour and a half between bathroom visits. So this was purely to keep me distracted from the drilling and other dental horrors. On the morning in question, I put on a rather large Molicare. Now these are not my poufyiest puffiest diapers. I do have some seriously adorable and huge ABDL ones (pink princess ones, from a fan!) but these don’t actually fit under any of my jeans or pants, and I’m definitely not comfortable wearing them out in public. I mean, I could probably get away with them under a full dress... but anyhow, I opted for the Molicare. Overtop of them, I slipped a pair of panties (my adorable Little Mermaid panties), and a not so tight, but not baggy either, pair of jeans. I had my usual cup of tea at breakfast. Used the washroom, and then because I did want something to keep me distracted, quickly downed two full glassed of water and filled a medium-sized water bottle before leaving the house. The dentist’s is only 20 minutes from my place, and I got there with time to spare. Biking was interesting, I kept having the impression the my diaper was visible at my waistband (you all know how much I love these photos, but despite this, I didn’t want to advertise my diaper to the cars and cyclists all around me. I kept pulling down my shirt and cardigan and jacket. When I got off my bike, I carefully tucked my shirt into my jeans, and ran my hands around my waist to make sure no diaper was visible. I also hiked up my panty waistband. Better to have someone spot your Disney panties than your diaper? I checked in, and while I waited in the waiting room, I evaluated my bladder situation. It was sitting at a 4. Wearing anything else (even a Goodnite), I would have used the washroom, as, I don’t last an hour and a half from a 4. I was soon called in, and after the preliminary chit chat, the hygienist got to work prepping my mouth. I lay back, popped in my wear buds, and tried to have the dulcet tones of one of my favorite hosts drown out the noise and distract me from the prodding and scrapping. It wasn’t too much longer until the dentist came in and administered the freezing stuff they inject into your mouth before they do serious work. I hate this stuff. I hate the needle that is used to inject it, and the feeling you get as your freeze, and also the droopy feeling you have for hours afterwards while you thaw out. And did I mention the needles? I tensed up hardcore when the dentist first jabbed the needle into my mouth, and the hygienist held my hand, which I squeezed shamelessly. I then had about 10 minutes to kill while I waited for my mouth to freeze and the even less fun stuff to begin. I took the time rewinding my podcast as I’d missed about 4 minutes while I was being frozen. Once the work got down in earnest on my teeth, I turned my attention to my bladder. I was at a 5. Had I squirted or leaked while I had tensed up during the needle? I actually couldn’t tell. Probably not. I decided that rather than holding it and then flooding the diaper, that I’d let out a little at a time and see how long I could do this for. One of the reasons I chose the Molicare was that they can definitely hold an entire full Rachel bladder, and even quite possibly two. But obviously not if you flood them in a massive torrent. So, as the first drill (or whatever) hit my tooth, I tried to release a little bit. I wanted to go for that constantly trickling feeling, of just relaxing the sphincter just a little bit. I’m terrible at this, as I am equally terrible as ‘just releasing a little bit.’ Usually I have no problem peeing in a diaper, even in public, or laying down, or around other people. It’s the stopping peeing part that’s difficult. Well not to day. For some reason, being tense from the dental work made this super hard. As my teeth were being scrapped and poked, I wanted nothing more than to distract myself with the feeling of slowly peeing. Of that warm, luxuriant feeling of your diaper getting wet around you. But no, my body was no cooperating. I thought I’d give it some time, perhaps I wasn’t sufficiently desperate, and it would be easier to pee myself with someone’s hands in my mouth, if I had a greater urgency to pee? So for the next 15 minutes I focused on my podcast, and let my bladder fill. I was at a healthy(?) 6 and I tried again. Nothing. This time, rather than relaxing myself, I tried to tense up and push. The poor hygienist thought that something was wrong as she noticed m body tense, and asked me if I was ok. I made that strange “Un Huh” noise that I swear only dentists can decipher, and work on my mouth continued. This time, worried that if my desperation got too high that I’d either wiggle about (a bad idea given that someone had sharp things in my mouth), or that I’d flood the diaper and it would leak, and also because laying on the chair waiting for my bladder to fill was not the kind of ‘distraction’ I needed right now, I opted to try the ‘shy bladder’ breath holding technique that has been described elsewhere. I know this works for me. I’ve experimented while sitting on the toilet, as well as while wearing diapers. This was not the first time my bladder had tensed up like this, and on a few other occasions I’ve used this technique. I exhaled most of the air in my lungs, and held the rest of my breath. I slowly counted. My process was interrupted by a distraction, and I had to start again. I exhaled again. When I got to 27 I could feel my pelvic floor relax and seconds later I began to pee. Not a powerful jet, but that soft little trickle that I had been going for. I went back to breathing normally and concentrated on keeping my lower body in the same relaxed state for as long as possible. I was pretty successful at this, which was a bit of a surprise, and I managed to slowly wet my diaper for what seemed like the next two minutes. I reveled in the feeling, and for quite a while was sufficiently transported to not even notice the dental work. I wondered briefly if the bulk from my wet diaper would be visible under my jean, but wasn’t able to move my head or even my hands to check. I enjoyed the feeling for a good 20 minutes, continuing to listen to my podcast. After this time had elapsed, I once again did the breathing thing, and released another good minute-long trickle into my increasingly full diaper. I was beginning to worry that I might leak mid-pee, but continued to slowly trickle into my diaper. At one point both the hygienist and dentist stepped out of the room (more of a cubicle/nook), and I had a chance to quickly feel the front and back of my jeans. No leaks. All was well. The diaper even felt like it could hold more, which was a good thing, as I felt like I would be ready for another slow trickling pee before the end of my appointment. Sure enough, with about 10 minutes left, give or take, I let out another slow trickling pee. You will notice that I’ve almost completely neglected to mention what was being done to my mouth at the time, and this is because I have no idea. What with wetting the diaper, wearing a warm wet diaper, and worrying about it leaking, my diaper wearing plan to distract me from the dental work was a complete success. At the end of the appointment I was sent to the front desk to sort out a future visit and to sort out insurance and billing, etc. Getting up from the dentist’s chair made me worry not a little bit about showing off my diaper’s waistband. I have no idea if the dental assistant/hygienist, who was the only person in the room at this time, saw or not. It wouldn’t really matter, as they are medical professionals, they definitely have a copy of my medical records and know all about my past and present bladder issues. After I stood up I realized that the waistband would be the least of my worries. A quick hand pat of my bum revealed that the diaper had not leaked, but it did feel very full, nearly at capacity. While my jeans were not like skin tight, they were certainly not baggy, and I could feel the bulging outline of the diaper on my bum. The thick wetness of the full diaper forced me to waddle, just a tiny bit. I was worried that if I put my legs too close together while I walked, that I might cause the diaper to leak, such was how full it felt. I waddled up to the reception desk and sorted out the final details and then I had a choice to make. I could go back and use the washroom in the dentist’s office. I’ve used it before, usually before appointments (and once during when I wasn’t wearing protection), but I was feeling naughty, having spent the good part of an hour and a half slowly wetting myself and reveling in the warm sensual feeling of a wet diaper. So instead I opted to walk all the way to the public washrooms, which were at the other side of the mall completely. Now it was early enough that the mall was not very full. It has mostly seniors, and the odd mother or father with kids, and the few inexplicable youth that always seem to be in malls when they should be in school (wow listen to me). I stepped out of the dentist’s office and into this moderately populated public space. My mind did a quick calculus of just how naughty I was feeling, and decided not to wrap my cardigan around my waist, which would have been a sure way to prevent anyone from noticing the sodden diaper I was wearing. I was also in the hyper sensitive state that happens when you wear a diaper in public or have a public accident. The state where you are certain everyone is looking at you and know what happened, or what you are wearing. It’s entirely irrational, and I know this, but it always gets my heart pounding and pulse pulsing. It also, when I’m home out of public, get me very very turned on. I was already a little turned on given my state of mind throughout the entire dental appointment, and because I felt a little more safe from prying eyes as normal. Don’t ask me why. I still had the feeling of everyone potentially noticing my wet diaper, but an unusual amount of confidence. Perhaps it was because I had a very good excuse for wearing a diaper? After all, I had been a very good girl and made it through the whole dentist appointment without much fuss. This feeling of pride countermanded the feelings of embarrassed nervousness and timidity which would normally flood over me in my current state. Anyhow, I strode up to the map to identify some washrooms, not necessarily those closest. When I say strode, I mean more walked with a slight waddle. I mulled over the map and decided to go to the washrooms near the food court. They were further than other options, but I wanted a slightly longer walk. I also stood there for some time contemplating the map, and released a little more urine that had accumulated in my bladder since I had last peed. My heart raced just a little more, but I also knew the diaper could take it. Molicare have great standing gathers, and can usually hold more when you are standing. They seldom leak on my when I’m laying down and when I’m standing up they can take two full Rachel bladders or more. The result of my fourth pee into the diaper was that I felt very wet and squishy as I made the short walk to the washrooms. It felt like 10 minutes, but I’m sure it was less than 5. I kept my ear buds in to close myself off from the world, though at this point I wasn’t listening to anything. I don’t think a single set of eyes looked deeply at me, apart from the occasional glances that are typical of people passing each other in the mall. My heart pounded just a little harder as I approached the food court, which unlike the rest of the mall was jammed full of people. I was still walking confidently and very proud of myself at this point. I approached the hallway leading up to the washrooms, which is just beyond the food court, and had a decision to make. These were by far the busiest washrooms in the mall, and people were coming and going. I could use the ladies room, and change in one of the stalls. I would then face the problem of disposing of my sodden diaper discreetly in the washroom. If I had been wearing a pad, or even a Goodnite, I would have used this option, as each stall has one of those little garbage bins for pads and menstrual products, etc. But the diaper I was wearing would definitely not fit in one of those. With people all around me, I therefore opted to duck in the family washroom. Located off to the of the hall as you approach the washrooms, this washroom, which I’d never used until this day, is there for families. I’ve used them in other malls and this one was about the same. It had a step stool for kids to reach the sink, safety handles, a larger changing table, and a huge bin for diapers. I was embarrassed stepping into this washroom alone, as to all observers I was clearly not using it to change a child. So to the keen observer, I was definitely a woman using the family washroom for some reason, and the list of plausible reasons is short, and most of them are embarrassing. Someone do please give me a non-embarrassing reason I can use to justify my use in my mind for next time. Anyhow, I pulled my jeans and panties down and changed myself out of the diaper. As I had anticipated, it was very full, and I’ve taken some pictures for you. \ As you can see, I think I was the first person to change a diaper in this bathroom this day, or they change the garbage often (which is also highly likely). I am particularly pleased with the fact that the garbage bin in this room very boldly declares that it is for diapers. This made me blush a little. Anyhow, I dried myself off as best I could with the crummy single ply toilet paper, and I was dripping! I then pulled up my panties and jeans, wrapped the diaper up after a couple more pictures, washed my hands, and made my exist. I blushed a little leaving the family washroom, as I was convinced that people seeing me leave would think similar thoughts. Anyhow, I was pleased that my diapered dentist visit worked, I wasn’t too stressed out and actually rather enjoyed myself with the later part. I went home, cleaned myself off properly, resisted the urge to masturbate furiously, and instead made my way to work (as I’d only take off the morning). I thought about my little adventure all day, and in the evening got myself thoroughly laid, all the while thinking about walking through the mall in my soaked diaper. Rachel

This is why I need to wear protection (unless it is my day off and I am feeling naughty).

Hey Nerds! I'm Jessie, and I'm bored! Completely Bored. Like absolutely bored. I got a week off work, but all my plans kinda fell through. And now into day two, I'm bored out my mind. I figured you guys could tell me what to do! yes I agree, it was an excellent idea. Not really too many limits, so long as you keep it in the realm of reality! Oh, and don't make the first response be 'Uuu get nekkid', because it ain't going to happen! Straight away, at least... And GO!

Heather felt her diaper sag between her legs as she stood from her chair to answer the door. It hung, warm and swollen, under her floral sundress, although she did not notice having needed the toilet. She rarely did: she had never been potty trained. For that matter, neither was any other woman in Heather's family, and she could count the number of panty-wearing classmates she knew on one hand. Heather still vividly remembered the minor scandal when Stacy Thompson announced that she'd be "using the toilet from now on" in the eighth grade, it had been the hottest gossip for weeks. And then there was when Maggie Newman wore panties, no, lingerie (how much they must have cost!) under her homecoming dress Sophomore year to impress Shaq Jackson, but she'd been proven for a fraud a couple hours in when she'd wet herself in the middle of the dance floor, dashing her romantic ambitions. They had to turn the lights on to mop up the puddle! Poor girl. That was everyone, really, that Heather knew by name, although she did recognize the handful of girls in the halls whose skinny-jeaned rumps lacked the puffiness of their peers. That isn't to say that Heather cared a wink, though. This is how her whole life had been and neither she or most of her friends saw much abnormality in it. Heather opened her front door to reveal that Molly had arrived to hang out. It was a hot July day and Molly was dressed accordingly: jean shorts and a tank top that revealed the waist band of her diaper when she stretched her arms. Heather and Molly had been friends their whole lives, and were trying to make the most of their final summer before going off to college. The two grabbed some chips and salsa and a bottle of coke from Heather's kitchen and went upstairs to hang out in Heather's room. The two spent some time shooting the shit, Molly laying on her belly on Heather's floor, on her phone, while Heather lounged in the bean bag chair and munched on the tostitos, not caring whether Molly could see up her dress. Molly didn't care to look, but if she had she would have seen the pee staining Heather's diaper. "Hey, have you heard about that big protest today?" asked Molly, scrolling through twitter. "Yeah! The women's march, right?" Heather had seen, it was all over the news. Several of their friends were in attendance, attempting to bring more attention towards woman's issues. "Apparently there was a big pro-potty training demonstration." "No kidding!" "Yeah, hundreds of ladies just peed their pants in front of the Capitol." "That's some statement!" "What do you think about all that?" Heather considered it for a moment. Of course, the acceptance of toilet training for women was a hot button feminist issue, right up there with addressing rape culture and the wage gap. "I mean, I get it, the lack of potty training for women has kept us down for ages. Like, financially alone, diaper costs do build up." "Tell me about it." "And all those excuses those misogynists give are such bullshit. We aren't on our period 24/7! We can control some of our bodily functions, it just sets up a needless divide where women are dependent on men for some culturally imposed 'need'." "Fuckin' preach." said Molly, snatching up a chip. "At the same time though, like... I'm not sure if I'd really want to be potty trained." "Oh really?" "Yeah, I mean, it just seems so inconvenient, right? To have to stop whatever you're doing and go to a specific room just to do your business? It just seems like such a hassle." "I mean you still have to get changed though." "Yeah but I feel like you have more control over that taking place." "Not if you can actually control your bladder." "I suppose that's true." The silence resumed for a bit but was interrupted by a scrunching of Molly's face. "Speaking of controlling your bladder..." At that, Molly appeared to clench a little, behavior Heather obviously recognized as Molly having a poop. She could see the seat of Molly's pants expand outwards as she laid on the floor. It was a pretty common sight. "Heather can you change me? I'll do you afterwards, I saw that you're soaked." "Of course." Heather had downed a couple of cokes by this point, and would definitely be needing a serious change soon. Molly shimmied out of her shorts and laid on the floor while Heather fetched the supplies, and then undid Molly's tapes. Heather was struck by the familiarity of her friend's lady parts, the small brown curls a miniature of those on Molly's head. How many times had she helped change Molly, and Molly her? It was a perfectly normal but nonetheless personal activity for two women to share. Soon enough she'd be living in a dorm at South Northeastern University West and helping to change entirely new girls whom she'd never met. As Heather was dealt with the bitter-sweetness of her thought, she could feel a renewed warmth pooling in her nether regions.

I haven't written anything in a while. At least anything that I have completed. Here's something short and a bit different than my normal works. It should be mentioned that this story contains fairly explicit sex. That being said, here's the result of a little bit of inspiration. She let out a sigh as the front door to her modest house came into view. Already the sun was beginning to dip under the horizon casting lengthy shadows across the sidewalk. What time even was it? Stifling a yawn she checked her watch as she pulled into her driveway. "Seven thirty!" she exclaimed letting her head slump back against the seat. She's let herself get so tied up at the office again. The very office she had begun to earn a bit of a reputation as a real ball buster; but she got things done and that's what mattered. Stepping out of her German sedan Emelie stretched her arms over her head and grimaced faintly. There had been more traffic than anticipated. The fresh ocean air reinvigorated the exhausted woman. Snatching her purse from the passenger's seat she quickly hurried to the door locking the car behind her with a chirp of the alarm. Her heels clicked noisily with every step complimenting her pin striped suit. The woman's outfit combined with her pitch black hair projected an aura of seriousness; she was not one you wanted to mess with. Rummaging through her purse for her keys she shuffled ever so slightly where she stood. With a triumphant look she plucked the key from her purse and after the familiar thunk of the deadbolt disengaging she was granted access into her abode. The raven haired business woman tossed her purse onto a small table in the entryway and kicked off her heels. Kneading her toes into the carpet she let her head lull back and shut her eyes enjoying the small things in life. In her girlish excitement to get home she hadn't even noticed the sinister figure waiting deathly silent for her. As soon as she pushed the door shut behind her she felt his cold hand squeezing the back of her neck. "Don't move." a gruff but familiar voice said, forcing her forward a few steps. She let out a squeal of surprise that could have just as easily been conflated with a moan. His command was met with a swift elbow to his ribs earning a groan of pain from her assailant. His grip momentarily loosened around her neck but was quickly replaced with his fingers running through her hair; tightly grabbing a fistful of her ebony locks. "I said don't move!" he growled at her as she began flailing behind her trying to free herself. He shoved her against the wall which earned a groan of discomfort as she was reminded of her need. "W...wait I'm not ready I need to p..." she tried to protest but he interrupted her with a harsh swat on her shapely bottom. The smack echoed in the entryway and she went quiet quivering with excitement before he smacked her backside again through her slacks. The only sound save for their labored lusty breathing was an almost imperceptible hiss as she briefly dribbled urine into her panties. Her posture stiffened, her cheeks flushed pink as the pain radiated from a third spank. "O...ok please... please stop." she suddenly blurted out halting another impending smack. In the lull she could feel his painful grip on her hair ease and a cold metal bracelet fasten around her wrist, clicking shut. First one wrist, then the next. Handcuffs! They weren't the flimsy kind either... She swallowed dryly trying to tug her wrists apart finding them bound closely behind her back. Her legs quivered again falling under the allure of his dominance. "We're going to have a lot of fun." he said, pulling her away. She stumbled, nearly losing her balance. It was difficult to walk when her legs felt like jelly! His hand kept hold of the chain linking her wrists together guiding her from behind towards the bedroom. With a shove he pushed her forward sending the woman tripping over her own feet falling onto the large bed in the center of the room. Emelie managed to push herself up from her side sitting on the edge of the bed. She glared at the man who loomed over her, masking her true feelings. With every step she could feel her thong rubbing against her, damp not just with urine. It was maddening being teased like that and the sensation of a full bladder was only making things worse! Why did she have to work so late today of all days? She wilted under his harsh gaze, her glare losing some of its muster replaced with hints of submissive lust. His long brown hair, the well defined jaw adorned with just enough stubble to give him a rugged look. "How convenient." he commented grabbing something off the dresser before approaching her tossing the pink collar and leash onto the bed next to her. "But first..." he gripped the collar of her blouse, one side in each hand and ripped it open! Buttons popped and flew everywhere as he laughed when her chest was exposed. With her hands cuffed behind her back she was powerless to hide herself from his lecherous gaze. Smirking he reached under her opened shirt grabbing her chest squeezing her breasts in his hands. He could see her face contort, biting her lip resisting the urge to moan. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction but she wouldn't be able to resist for long. She always put up such a fight. With the front clasp undone a moment later she was completely exposed to his desires. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she blushed, finding herself wishing she was a little more well endowed. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his hands returning to her chest this time without the material of her bra to shield her. This time she couldn't resist. As he fondled her chest paying extra attention to her pert nipples she moaned pressing herself against his hands grinding her thighs together as he toyed with her. He always did this! Forced her to wait. She stared up at him almost begging with the look on her face. "So needy." he mocked, pinching her nipples between his fingers. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep glaring at me." he said grabbing the collar from the bed affixing it to her neck. "Sh...shut up!" she stammered trying to recompose herself before he yanked her to her feet with the leash. The lithe woman stood awkwardly hunched over, her ruined shirt hanging open. Her feet splayed awkwardly apart, her knees pressing together as she barely managed to avoid pissing all over her bedroom floor. "Talk to me like that again and see what happens." he said ominously. The hanging threat in the air was more than enough to regain her obedience. She answered his threat with a meek nod. The two stood face to face, her the picture of professionalism; before her blouse was torn open anyway. Him, a ruffian wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans. He pointed to the bed. "On your knees." he commanded, giving her some slack in the leash. She gave a hesitant look at the bed before doing as he said. It wasn't exactly the most graceful act without the use of her hands but she managed. The pose alone was so demeaning. Her ass stuck into the air like a plinth to the monument of depravity, her head pressed against the sheets. She could feel him grabbing her ass through her trousers, his fingers digging into her tender flesh. Another moan escaped her mouth as he squeezed and kneaded her backside for a few moments before wrapping his hands around her hips to undo her pants. The fabric pooled around her knees exposing her pale curvy bottom. It was his turn to let out a moan, the sight of her bent over, pants around her knees wearing just a thong was enough to weaken the resolve of any man. Fortunately the tiny damp splotch on the crux of her pants legs went unnoticed. There was a faint pink hue on the cheek where she had been spanked earlier. The pink mingling with the black ink of the sole tattoo she had. Just for good measure he gave her another quick smack! She gasped in surprise breathing in sharply praying that he didn't notice the rivulet of glistening yellow liquid rolling down her inner thigh. It had all happened so quickly and she didn't want to stop it but... it was getting to the point now that she was on the verge of a major accident. She wriggled and moaned in pain before feeling his probing fingers teasing her slit. "Look at you, you're soaked~" he teased obliviously. She turned her face burying it into the sheets hiding her embarrassment. "Enough teasing! Just... just fuck me already." she whined into the sheets almost inaudible. "What was that I didn't hear you?" he asked, tugging the front of her panties into her nethers grinding the fabric between her lips. She shuddered, squirming, trying anything to enhance the sensation. "I... I said enough ahh-mmmnnn" she started but was interrupted by a noisy moan as he pressed a finger inside and began pleasuring her. "You really are sopping wet.". The smell of her sex tickled his nose overpowering the faint smell of fresh urine as he continued working with his hand. "I said... enough teasing! F-ooooohhhh" she tried speaking again before he simply inserted another finger moving a bit more vigorously interrupting her with another uncontrollable moan. "Fuck me!" she finally managed to shout between moans, gasps and various other noises she made in the heat of the moment. "Always so impatient." he scolded, tugging the leash back a little choking her ever so slightly with the collar. He removed his hand from between her legs, wiping it on her bedding which earned a frustrated groan from the face down woman, denied her pleasure. There was a zip, some rustling and then she could feel it; the tip of his cock pressing against her womanhood, her thong pulled casually to the side. He pulled the leash forcing her to back herself onto his length causing a long string of gibberish laced expletives to leave the woman's mouth as she coughed for breath. Holding her there keeping her hilted as deep as possible he savored the moment before letting her fall so she could catch her breath. He began, rocking his hips against her. With his hands wrapped tightly around her hips her face buried in the sheets speckled with drool as she moaned with ecstasy; finally! It was exactly what she wanted, helpless under his control while he railed her. Everything else was forgotten even the aching sensation in her bladder. If anything it strangely heightened the pleasure. With every long pump she began to dribble at the bottom of his stroke both of them lost in the act of rough passionate sex. It wasn't until she noticed the cold wet sensation coating her inner thighs and the acrid smell of pee that she realized what was happening. "I... ooooh I... I'm mmmm peeing." she stammered, a hint of panic in her voice. It felt wet around her knees, her thighs felt soaking wet and she could smell it! He finally realized what was happening slowing his pace. It was wet, good sex so often was but... extraordinarily wet! Looking down with disbelief he saw the discolored splotch soaking into her and the glittering wetness on her thighs. "You've been pissing on me!" he exclaimed in surprise not having expected his adult girlfriend to piss herself especially during sex. Emelie choked up, tears welling in her eyes. She hadn't expected it to go this far, she thought she could hold it but now she was mortified! When he finally pulled out with a wet shlick letting her thong snap back into place she lost control in earnest with a moan of relief. The skimpy underwear damped the flow just enough so that a golden arc of urine didn't shoot out across her room. Instead it gushed down her thighs hissing noisily as golden liquid soaked into the pants hung around her knees and the bedding beneath. Emelie let out a sorrowful wail unable to even hold herself to attempt regaining control. All she could do was lay there with her womanhood on display as she emptied her bladder. Ten seconds passed and urine was still running down her thighs, hot and wet. Fifteen seconds and the stream was still casting a wet sheen on her thighs. After twenty seconds it finally began to taper off. The noisy hiss began to fade, spurts and dribbles of urine replacing the heavy cascade that had soaked everything beneath her. "Now that you're finished pissing yourself." he said, clearing his throat. She was about to open her mouth to speak fully expecting him to leave, disgusted with her. Instead she gasped feeling him enter her again just as aroused as he had been before. "If I'd known you were going to do that I would have made you wear a diaper today." he said with a laugh as he resumed thrusting into his lover. She let out a moan, surprised at the turn of events she was soaked in piss but still he was making love to her. She let out a groan when he teased her about a diaper but she couldn't argue it wasn't warranted. The two went at it as planned and finally when they’d both collapsed on the drier part of the bed he spoke. “So, are you going to tell me what happened?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her. The restraints were long gone and her clothes tossed aside save for the panties she still wore. “Do I have to?” she asked with a sigh, content with cuddling him. “Yes, you do and after that you have some laundry to do.” he said firmly. She just groaned at him, relenting. “Fine… I got held up at work again and then traffic… I thought I could hold it.” she said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’m just glad… you’re not disgusted. I didn’t mean to pee on you… and truthfully the feeling of being so full like that; it was kind of a turn on.” she admitted, glad he couldn’t see how brightly she was blushing. “Of course I’m not disgusted with you. It’s a little… unorthodox but I thought it was cute. Try not to make it a habit unless you want your mattress stained.” he teased her. “I tried to warn you.” She said indignantly with a huff. He just laughed “I know~” he said with a wink, rolling out of bed ushering her to do the same. “Come on, get up. You need to strip your bed and take a shower.” he said, using his dominant voice. She grumbled making some incomprehensible noises before finally getting up, giving him a dirty look. “With that attitude… definitely diapers.” he teased.

Minor Spoilers! • • • • • • • • • • In Season 2 Episode 1 of the Handmaid’s Tale one of the girls wets herself out of fear when she is about to be hanged

Found this on OmoTV and thought you all might enjoy... I rarely ever see stuff like this posted . I'd say early 20's brunette, maybe at a hotel after a comicon or something like that? The dialogue is a bit cringey, but I thought she was pretty hot. Pee trough panties - OmorashiTV.mp4

This one looks fantastic. sample_1m.mp4

Elsa was naked when she woke up in her bed and she had a full bladder. She immediately got out of bed, Elsa’s room had no bathroom so she was free to pee anywhere but not the bed. So she got up and stood on the carpet as she started hopping and dancing on the spot. Her bladder shaking while she is doing this, her desperation is starting to hurt her as she moans as loud as she can. She keeps moaning and then she could feel her flood gates open with a sudden hssting noice as she started peeing herself, her pee came out from her pussy making the carpet very wet. Her pee was running down her legs onto the carpet, Elsa moaned in happiness as she empty her bladder. Anna woke up from her wet bed and got dressed. Elsa was still in her room naked, Anna got out of her room as she was singing and left. Elsa quickly walked out to use the royal bathroom to clean her wet pussy before putting on her clothes. Elsa finished this and put her clothes on and waiting for her coronation. 10 minuets later Elsa drank 5 or 6 glasses of water with Anna talked as Anna told her about Hans as Elsa did not approve this and she got very mad and she made Arendelle winter. Elsa ran to a near by mountain were she was going to stay there, she found the mountain and started to sing let it go. Before she started singing she felt her bladder working, but she started hoping that she can use an ice toilet to pee in. The snow glows white on the mountain tonight Not a footprint to be seen A kingdom of isolation And it looks like I'm the queen (she crossed her legs together). The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I've tried Don't let them in, don't let them see Be the good girl you always have to be Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know Well, now they know (she started moaning). Let it go, let it go Can't hold it back anymore Let it go, let it go Turn away and slam the door I don't care what they're going to say Let the storm rage on The cold never bothered me anyway (Elsa let out a small squirt of pee making her panties damp). Let it go, let it go Can't hold it back anymore Let it go, let it go Turn away and slam the door (she trying to regain control over her bladder). Let it go (go, go, go go, go go, go go, go, go, go go) Let it go Let it go Let it go (She bent over and put her hands on her pussy). It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all It's time to see what I can do To test the limits and break through No right, no wrong, no rules for me I'm free (she let out a moan and dancing on the spot). Let it go, let it go I am one with the wind and sky Let it go, let it go You'll never see me cry Here I stand and here I stay Let the storm rage on (more moaning). My power flurries through the air into the ground My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast I'm never going back, the past is in the past (she let out a bigger squirt of pee and made her panties wetter). Let it go The cold never bothered me anyway Let it go, let it go And I'll rise like the break of dawn Let it go, let it go That perfect girl is gone Here I stand in the light of day Let the storm rage on (Elsa left the song with a moan). Just seconds later Elsa could not hold it anymore when she sang this lyric Here I stand In the light of day Let the storm rage on, The cold never bothered me anyway! Elsa started losing control as she started peeing herself her panties were warm and wet, there was a big mark on her dress and her peeing running down her legs legs and into her high heels. Her pee also going on the floor of her balcony as she didn’t make it to a bathroom.

I have seen that some people want to join this topic again. So im starting it up again. Basically you tell a dare and then if someone choses they can pick that dare and do it. Then they can post their story or pics on how the dare went down. Feel free to post dares, do dares, or both. Hope you all enjoy