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  1. This evening I had a Skype meeting for a volunteer organisation I'm involved with starting at 18:30 (yes, that is a very strange time for a meeting). Before the meeting I had a slight urge to pee, but nothing too bad. Instead of going to the bathroom, I made myself a large cup of tea and filled my water bottle once more. The meeting went fine, and nothing to special happened, except that my need to pee kept growing as I first finished my tea and then started (mostly absentmindedly) drinking from the bottle of water I had next to me. Around 19:15 my hand occasionally slipped between my legs to hold myself - nothing that could be noted on Skype as only my face was visible and I kept on discussing with my co-workers/volunteers. It remained this way for the rest of the meeting, as my need kept growing. At 19:45 my meeting was concluded, and I said goodbye to my people and closed Skype. I went to clean up some things left from dinner, dancing through my kitchen and dining room. My light blue skinny jeans were digging into my bladder, which did not make holding, or bending down to put things in the dishwasher, any easier. For context, I was also wearing grey socks, and hipsters in a shade of red. I was wearing a blouse over my jeans. After cleaning up the kitchen and dining room, which took about five minutes, I went upstairs and closed all my documents, saved and uploaded the minutes I had taken of the meeting and logged on to this forum. I was dancing around behind my computer while answering some private messages and reading some topics. My desperation was growing inmensly fast, probably because there was a natural build up of liquid before I decided to dump a large cup of tea and a bottle of water in my bladder as well (plus that I also had a tall glas of water with my dinner). As I was replying to private messages and looking up some fun videos, the feeling of pee trying to escape grew and before long I truelly and unintentionally lost a first spurt of pee in my pants and jeans. I could feel the wetness while holding and was surprised that I had lost it that quickly. For about ten minutes I was steadily leaking, while dancing around and occassionally freeing my hands in order to type a message - it was at these times that I often leak. When I would remove my hands from between my legs, I would have to wipe them dry on my jeans. Then I lost another spurt of pee, and I tried to hold it in, but seconds later I was losing more and instead of stopping I could only decrease the stream I was peeing. With two hands between my legs, I hobbled to the bathroom. As if my bladder sensed relief was near, the small stream of pee turned into a large stream and I was quickly soaking my jeans while standing on a mat in front of my shower. I gave up on trying to take the step into the shower, as I could only sigh in pure relief as my bladder emptied into my jeans, through my socks and onto (and into) the mat. After I finished wetting, I admired my fully wet jeans in the mirror. They had turned dark all the way in the front, only the glinstering of the material giving away that it was wet. The back of my knees was dry, but my butt and around my ankles were wet. I stripped myself of wet clothes, dried my feet and put all my clothes (including the mat) into the washing machine. Then I took a quick shower to clean myself of all pee residue, before returning to my computer to share this story with you. Have you ever lost it faster than you anticipated?
  2. Another story about Astrid! The sun was rising in Berk. Astrid woke up, with very full bladder. She had a dream, where she was very desperated. Astrid quickly put on her aqua shirt, spiky-skirt, white panties and boots. She was heading to toilet, holding her crotch tightly when someone knocked on the door. Astrid decided that she can hold it, so she opened the door. It was Hiccup. - Hi Astrid. - He said. - Hi, what makes you come to me so early? - She asked him. - Oh, just to talk about few things. Can I come in? - Said Hiccup. - Yeah, of course! - Said Astrid, and let HIccup enter. They sat on bed, Astrid with tightly crossed legs. - So, we're going to get back to that cave on the island with Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Fishlegs. - Said Hiccup. - Which island? - Astrid asked. - The one where you know, you peed yourself. - Said Hiccup. Astrid instanly blushed and put her hand into panties to hold her crotch more tightly. Hiccup noticed that. - Uh, you haven't gone to toilet yet? - He asked her. - I meant to go when you knocked on the door. - She said. - Oh, maybe you'll go now? - Said Hiccup. - Yeah, I'll go... - She said and tried to stand up. She instantly leaked few droplets. - I'll not make it! - She screamed. - Wait, I'll get some bucket! Hold it! - Said Hiccup and quickly got some bucked which was nearby, and placed it next to Astrid, who was only in her panties now. - Quickly, get my panties off! If I stop holding my crotch I'll pee myself! - She said loudly. Hiccup quickly done what Astrid wanted. She quickly squatted above bucket with spreaden legs and began peeing. Hiccup was watching her with one eye, predenting that he is not watching her. - You helped me, you can watch me. You saw me wetting myself already. - Said Astrid. After 1 minute she finished peeing. - Thank you. - She said, and hugged Hiccup still without panties. - Oh, I forgot - Said Astrid and put on her panties and skirt. - You know, that was cool - Said Hiccup. - Seeing you peeing kinda turns me on - He said. - Maybe I'll hold it for the whole journey? - She suggested. - It also turns me on. - She said with cute smile. - Okay, if you want to you can do it - Said Hiccup. To be continued... (There'll be 1 more part of this story)
  3. WesternWets

    Film Scene Fan Art

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

    Desperation Vision

    Hey all, I kind of wanted to create a premise that I could write about a series of (fictional) desperate scenarios, so I've created a rather flimsy premise that takes some inspiration from stories like Desperation Visor and the like from back in the day (I'm sure you can find them on this website). I want to have some messing scenarios, but I will give you a heads up if it is, and I'll make sure not all of them are for those who aren't into it. But the set-up and scenario one (with no messing, though a couple of references in the setup) is here! I have a superpower. Well, I have a really dumb and useless superpower, but supernatural and unexplainable it is. The day after I turned 18, in high school, I showed up at school and could, well, inexplicably see people’s bladder and bowel capacity. Like, a percentage would pop up. It was like I was wearing VR goggles that could read your organs. I was shocked, but maybe there was a god and he was as big a pervert as me and got me that as my 18th birthday present, because it just so happened I really, really liked seeing desperate ladies. There isn’t any deeper explanation for why I have this superpower other than that, but thanks to it, I’ve witnessed more than my fair share of desperate moments and accidents. And I’ve decided to write them down in roughly chronological order. I first noticed in my first period English class. Halfway through the class, I realized there was a constant creaking sound and I looked around to find the source. Sitting in front of me was a girl who was shaking and tapping her foot constantly and the chair was creaking in response. I arched my eyebrow, my first thought with my… preferences was… did she have to pee? The moment I thought of that, a number popped up above her - 95%. I almost shouted in surprise - you don’t expect numbers to pop up in your vision! Somehow, though, I just knew - I was looking at how close she was to her max capacity. I was obsessed, and I spent most of class ignoring everything else and just watched her fidget. Funny that she was constantly moving yet no one except me noticed. I realized she must not have gone before she came to school - maybe she woke up late (the messy ponytail her hair was in seemed to second that thought). I know I have to pee immediately when I wake up. And poop. At that thought, another number popped up - 75%. Okay, so she could hold that for a bit longer, but she probably needed to go both ways. I suspect she never asked to go because people assume you’ve gone before you got to school or right when you got to school and no one asks to go in first period. Our English teacher was relatively strict so may not have been worth the ask. When the bell rang, she was at 97% and her legs were tightly crossed, her hand hovering by her crotch. She immediately darted out of the class, and I followed as closely as I could, but she slipped into a bathroom before I could catch up. Just to confirm my suspicions, I went to the male bathroom next to it even though I didn’t have to go and waited a couple of minutes. I stepped out and very slowly used the water fountain and just as I really had to leave to my next class, I saw her leave the bathroom looking relieved. Two “0%”s popped up over her head, signifying she must have gone both ways. I spent the next few days abusing this power and looking at every girl to see where they were at. Unfortunately, turns out most 18+ people are pretty good at this holding thing and seemed to always use the bathroom in the range of 70-80%. I once saw a girl at 95% for her bowel capacity as she ran back to her car after school, which must have been someone who really didn’t want to use a school bathroom, but there was no obvious sign she was not going to make it. That being said, this was the spring, so a few weeks later, it was finals week - and that was a different story. Each final was a over two hours long. Holding it through one wasn’t bad, but you wouldn’t want to hold it through multiple at a time. Some teachers would let you use passing time to finish your final, which some slower test takers gladly used, but that left no time for bathroom breaks. On day one, I had English and science in the morning and an extracurricular class in the afternoon. Everyone seemed fine during the English final, but I noticed one girl in particular. Her name was Alex and she was always known as both one of the hottest girls in high school and yet one of the… most academically challenged, shall we say. I finished my exam early and looked around, now adept at casually using my powers. Most people were in the 30-50% range - I could imagine those higher up would use the bathroom between finals, but most would be fine even to go straight to their next one. I was a little disappointed, but this was the real world. 18 year olds, at least without alcohol, had pretty good bladder control. I did see one 62%, though, and I did a double take. It was Alex! She had a nalgene water bottle and was clearly drinking a lot of it. It was a hot summer day, so I don’t blame her, but she was definitely at risk of needing to use her passing time to finish the exam. Looking over, it didn’t even seem like she was past the second page, and there were six! She had less than half the time to do all that. Alex genuinely was very attractive. She probably looked a bit like this model, with wavy blonde hair, though her outfit that day was more like this. She was wearing a tank top and sweatpants, like in that picture, clearly deciding not to dress up for the last week of school. She was not doing that fashion thing where you wear brand name boxer briefs, though, and so when she sat her low-waisted sweatpants clearly showed her blue underwear from behind (remember that low-waisted fad? I didn’t mind for perverse reasons but what an unfortunate fashion choice for the ladies of the 2000’s). I couldn’t help but stare as the numbers creeped up. At 65% her left leg began to tap. At 70% she lifted her leg and sat on it, an uncomfortable position in one of those desk-chairs and seemingly very awkward, but it was her coping mechanism. At 72%, the bell rang, and she was on the final page. I headed out, but I knew she was in my science final. Would she have the time to go in between? I sat down at my science final, waiting for all the students to trickle in. Alex was one of the last, running in as the bell rang. She was at 75%. Marginal, I thought. Would 25% be enough to finish this final? Maybe, if she hadn’t completely finished her nalgene bottle full of water! I was excited at the thought of it. I looked around, and most people were either in 30-40% or near 0, clearly having gone between classes. A couple girls were between 50-60%, clearly using passing time as well, but I doubted they would have any issues holding it through one final since they weren’t even desperate yet. It was just Alex who had misjudged her time. Or rather, made the sacrifices needed to finish her English exam. How would she concentrate on her science exam? How would I concentrate?! She sat right in front of me in our class! She turned to me. She never talked to me. “God, that English exam was sooo hard.” I didn’t think so, but I wasn’t about to judge. “Yeah, did you end up using passing time to finish it?” “Yeah…” She lowered her voice. “I have to pee so bad.” I was shocked. She would say that to me, a nobody, a wallflower of the school… I couldn’t think of any response but thankfully the teacher then told us to be silent as she began passing out the exam. As we got started, I peaked over my desk. Alex had her leg up again, heel dug into her crotch most likely. She was bent over, which means I got a clear sight of not only her blue underwear (which was clearly a thong, now that I was close) and the top of her butt. Again… a fashion trend we will all regret by the 2010s. Her legs were incessantly shaking. I forced myself away and focused on the exam. A bit harder than English… but not too bad either. Halfway through, though, and I heard a sharp inhale. I looked up and Alex had both legs down but crossed with her right hand shoved in her crotch and her left hand furiously writing (she was left handed). I looked at her number… 90%. That went up fast. Must be the water going through her system. I watched for a minute as she fidgeted and rocked back and forth and pulled her hand out of her crotch before immediately putting it back in, but I had to force myself to finish my exam. I wasn’t about to fail science just because I was horny! I finished with about 30 minutes to spare. I looked up and Alex was at 96%. I could not at the time even imagine how she was feeling. She had her pencil down for a moment and her head just in her hand, other hand now permanently in her crotch. I may have been that desperate once or twice in my life since, and it’s like being light headed. There’s no concentrating on anything else. I could not blame her. I wondered how close she was to the end of the exam. She got back to work, but her movements were slow and tentative now. There was no way she was finishing in time. I decided not to turn in my exam as I pretended to look it over, glancing at Alex time to time. She had her legs twisted two ways, then the other, then tapped her foot furiously. Over the next fifteen minutes I saw it tick up to 97%... then 98%... then 99%. What was she going to do? She could NOT hold it a minute longer. Was she going to just run out of the room? Alex, for all her reputation as a ditz, didn’t actually get bad grades, and I could see why. She didn’t give up. She didn’t give up when I would have easily given up to save face. Especially since she was a popular girl with a reputation at stake. I saw something I had never seen before, one that had me at 100% attention. The number went down. From 99% to 97%. There’s no other explanation than her leaking. I stared at her. She was currently cross-legged with her hand in her crotch, her favored position. There was no sign she leaked except her ears, poking out of her wavy blonde hair, were bright red. Her pencil was at a standstill. Suddenly, it went from 97% to 95%. Oh, how I wish I could see her facial expression. Her head tilted down - she must have been checking her pants. After a few seconds, though, she got her second wind and began writing again. 5 minutes later and it was back at 98%. Then 99%. She looked around furtively but didn’t see anyone looking - I was directly behind so she had no idea. She stared down at her crotch and then I saw the number ticking down. 98%. 97%. 96%. 95%. It stopped again. Did she just do that intentionally? She pulled her hand out of her crotch and I saw it was… glistening. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She began furiously scribbling. No sign of wetness from behind, but she must have been soaked in her crotch and maybe her butt as well. Her leak served her well for a few minutes, but at two minutes before the bell rung, it climbed to 99%... then 100%. Her hand jammed back in between her crossed legs, and I saw it drop to 98% then stop. Then it dropped to 96%. Then I saw the wetness creep to the back of her sweatpants and climb up the back. It dropped to 93% and I saw a puddle forming in her seat. I was in heaven, though I felt bad I was enjoying so much at her expense. What was she going to do? She leaked yet again - I wonder if her bladder was just plain tired - and it was down to 90%. The puddle was so close to dripping to the floor… but she stayed still and began to write again. I had to admire the perseverance. The bell rang and she kept writing. I pretended to be stuck on the last question. The teacher barely looked up and said anyone could stick around for 10 minutes of passing time. Most people left, and then by five minutes in everyone besides Alex and I did. Having calmed down enough to stand up, I used this time to slowly turn in my exam and went back to my desk to grab my stuff. She was up to 96%... as I passed her I saw she was on the final question. I saw a glimpse of her crotch, hand in it, and it was dark and wet all around her hand. As I very slowly zipped up my backpack, though, I saw the dams burst. She let out a little meep and the number creeped down… 95%... 94%... 93%... slowly the puddle grew again and then finally spilled over. A drip began to echo, so loud to me but probably not actually even loud enough for the teacher to hear. The dropping accelerated. 90%. 85%. She was full on peeing. It kept going until 50%. The drip became a stream and a puddle formed on the floor. I simply stared. The teacher noticed nothing, thankfully, since it would be weird as hell for me to be just standing there. I pulled out a couple of books to cover… a certain part of me and I put on my backpack. She turned to me, panic on her face. She mouthed, “Help me.” What the hell was I to do? She must have given up on the last question at this point. I gave her a book to cover her front. I whispered, “I’ll walk behind you as you leave” as if I was doing her a favor and not being a perv. Sitting, fortunately, the wet spot in the front was just centered around the crotch and easily blocked. When she stood up, though, the entirety of her ass was glistening wet. It’s a sight I have permanently in my memory. She walked up and smoothly dropped the exam at the teacher’s desk without removing the book from her front and I quickly closed the distance as she turned to leave so the teacher wouldn’t see her behind. Hopefully for her, we would never see this class again and they would either not figure out who caused the puddle or she would have graduated and no one else would know. Fortunately for her, the hallways had essentially cleared as everyone headed to lunch, the one subject no one hangs out in the hallways to avoid going to. Now that we were out, she spoke out loud. “I’m so embarrassed. Thank you.” All I could muster was “It’s no big deal.” A couple seconds later and I said, “It could happen to anyone. Finals are long.” She asked me, “Would you come with me to my locker?” More time with her? Sure thing! I nodded, not showing my excitement (and book still over my front) and we went down a couple hallways to her locker, which was fortunately nearby. She put her backpack in and dug around in the bottom before pulling out another set of sweatpants. She closed her locker and beckoned that I follow. With nothing blocking her, I could see the full extent of the damage. It was like a baseball on the front, but it was the size of a basketball on the back, her whole butt covered and her upper thighs as well. Down another hallway was the girls’ bathroom. She asked me, “Could you check if it’s empty?” I nodded, thrilled at the idea I got to go into the girls’ bathroom. I walked in and looked under the stalls. I opened the door and said, “You’re clear.” She walked in and I turned to leave. She said, “You’ve been so helpful and nice. You don’t have to leave… plus I need someone to watch the door.” I could not believe how this day was going. “Uh… sure.” She handed me her dry sweatpants. I turned to put my back against the door so no one could enter and she headed into a stall and pulled her wet sweatpants and thong down. A trickle started as she finished peeing. I checked… 0%. She flushed before meticulously pulling off her sweatpants and thong. She exited out of the stall, nude from the bottom down (trimmed but not shaved, you pervs!). I was a shy guy, this was definitely the closest I had gotten to a naked lady as a post-pubescent person in my life so far. Her thong was on top, and I saw how the front was just totally wet. She threw the clothes away and buried them in paper towels before drying down her legs, giving me a good look at her ass. She walked over to me and grabbed the sweatpants. “Why are you holding a book over… oh.” The jig was up. She had seen my raging erection. Fortunately (I guess? Given the circumstances?), she chalked it up to seeing her naked, not seeing her pee. I stammered, “Sorry....” She replied, “Well… honestly… I’m just glad I can still have that effect on a guy who’s seen me pee my pants.” She pulled up her sweatpants right in front of me. “How do I look?” “Good… oh… uh… I mean, no one can tell what happened.” She smiled. “Perfect.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’ll be our secret.” We left and went our separate ways and unfortunately never talked again (she went to college somewhere far far away).
  5. Have you ever wanted to know how badly others have to pee? Tim has. Chapter 1. The bus pulled up outside the college, and Tim got on. It wasn’t an actual school bus, but a public one, and he made his way towards a seat at the back. The school was the first stop from the depot, and therefore empty, and he had no trouble getting a rear seat, but one that had a good forward view. The ride home was almost an hour long, so a good seat was important. He could of always driven his car of course, but with his student concession the bus was much, much cheaper, not to mention the fact that the ride home gave him ample time to indulge in his favourite game, watching for pee desperation. Tim considered himself a professional voyeur, a true connoisseur of all things desperation related, and was proud of being able to spot a potty dance in a crowded room from afar. He had a mild need to go himself, a need which would be much stronger by the time he got home, especially if he managed to drink the rest of his water bottle as planned, which would lead to some fun private time once he was alone. He really enjoyed the feeling of holding onto his own pee, while keeping an Eagle eye out for random strangers that might also be feeling the need for relief. They weren’t all random strangers though. There was a particular person of interest that he saw on the same bus virtually everyday, a true Goddess, one that he had many fantasies about, who he was sure was quite desperate on a daily basis. But her stop wasn’t for a few miles yet, so he had lots of time to sip his water, and survey the passengers who were slowly filling the bus in front of him. He put his earphones in, but turned the volume on his phone down low, so he could only just hear the music. The earphones were more to discourage any attempts at mundane conversation that any of the other students might attempt to start. His attention drifted around the passengers. A girl with black hair was sitting with her legs tightly crossed. He watched her briefly, but decided she didn’t need to pee, but was trying to avoid contact with the fat man she sat beside. At the next stop, more passengers got on, this time not college students. A young woman in her late twenties looked like a possibility, but he couldn’t be sure. A young boy with her made a quick squeeze at the crotch of his shorts, but it was only a quick one, and he wasn’t squirming. The middle aged man in the suit looked a bit fidgety, and swapped his briefcase from side to side, but Tim thought he was probably just getting tired of holding it. As the trip progressed, the passenger rotation continued. At first, for every one who got off, two new ones took their place. Soon, the seats we’re almost full, and more people were standing. This was another benefit of sitting towards the back, he’d be less likely to have to give up his seat for an older person. He continued to drink from his bottle, enjoying how the motion of the bus was accelerating his own need to pee. It certainly wasn’t at all urgent yet, but it was starting to become noticeable. He hoped that he would be reasonably desperate by the time he arrived home. The jeans he was wearing would be a fantastic thing to pee in. He knew this from past experience. Tim loved wetting his pants, and he loved wearing diapers as well, but he didn’t get a lot of opportunity to do so. Because he lived with his parents and older sister, the alone time required to comfortably wet oneself, then discretely do the laundry, or safely dispose of a wet diaper, was limited. But, today was Friday. His parents were away for the weekend, and his sister was going out tonight, staying at a friends place and going clubbing, so 18 year old Tim would have the house to himself! He planned to start off with soaking the jeans he was wearing, then settling in for some hard core gaming, drinking beer and wearing a big adult diaper. No doubt he’d do an online search for pee desperation as well. Maybe wet his nappy as he watched girls go in their pants. It certainly didn’t get much better than that! So far, this bus trip was proving fruitless. The dark haired girl disembarked, and the man with the briefcase took the seat. The little boy seemed restless, but was probably just bored. Another older lady, standing towards the front, shifted her weight from one leg to the other, but that wasn’t much of a tell. For the thousandth time, he really wished he could read peoples minds! Oh to have the power to see inside a persons head, and to see if they were truly desperate or not, to know if they were going to wet their pants! He was shaken from his daydream as he recognised the bus stop that they were pulling up at. This was HER stop, and yes! She was here. Sinead. He knew her name from reading it on the tag of her laptop bag, and hearing her friends talk to her. Sinead was Irish. Pale skin, long auburn hair, and a few freckles on her pert little nose. She was tall-ish, maybe 5’10, with a generous set of breasts, and an ass that men would happily fight over. She was always happy it seemed. Always smiling. Always laughing at something, and she had the cutest accent in the whole world. But as usual, Tim thought that she needed to pee. He knew it was a possibility that she was like him, and enjoyed holding on. Or perhaps she didn’t like using the bathroom at her school. Maybe she didn’t have time to go before the bus arrived. It could be a number of reasons, but whatever it was, it was a regular occurrence, he was sure. Today, Sinead was wearing skin tight pink jeans. Her glorious backside highlighted in tight pink denim, with no visible panty line showing at all. Tim decided she was probably wearing a thong, and it was pulled right against her quivering sex, and he felt himself begin to stir within his pants. He watched her closely. As usual, she kept bouncing around, keeping her thighs pressed tightly together, but talking and laughing with her friends at the same time. She was probably around 20, the same age as his sister, and he had often wondered if they perhaps knew each other. As he observed, she crossed one foot over the other, and reached around behind herself, to gently tug at her jeans under her magnificent backside. At one point she laughed, and even hunched slightly forwards as she did so. She was like this every. single. time Tim saw her, and he just knew that she was riding the bus with a full bladder every day. His mind swum with possibilities, like it always did when he saw her. What if there was a breakdown? An accident? Terrorist attack? What if she simply misjudged her need one day? What if she lost control and wet herself? The thought of her bright pink jeans, getting darker and wetter as she squirmed uncontrollably was the hottest thing in the world! Tim’s dick went rock hard, and he felt a little wet spot of pre-cum on his boxer briefs. He hunched forward, pretending to be scrolling through his playlist, just to hide the tent in his trousers, but his eyes never left her butt. Oh how magnificent it would be to see her wet her pants! The ride continued, and for awhile Tim’s view of Sinead was blocked by other passengers. After awhile, his erection subsided, and he could sit back again, and drink more water. The sticky spot on his underwear felt nice, like a little pee spot, and he wished that he could give it a good, hard rub. All too soon and it was his dream girls time to get off the bus, not all that far from his stop actually. As usual, he had a vague thought about perhaps getting off here and following her, but he knew that was getting a bit creepy. Besides, it wouldn’t accomplish anything. She was older, prettier, and much more popular than he would ever be, and there was no chance at all that she would ever talk to him. He gloomily watched on as she alighted from the bus, and walked away up the street with her friends. But as the bus pulled away, he did a quick double take! Was that a small wet spot on her bottom?? Or a shadow? No. No. No. How could this possibly happen? Had she leaked, or was it a trick of the light? He felt like he had to know! Tim briefly considered getting off at the next stop and walking back, but he had no idea where she might be. Even if he found her, he couldn’t exactly just follow her and stare at her butt. Besides, his own need to pee was getting progressively stronger. He let the person sitting beside him out, then slumped dejectedly back into his seat. Had Sinead just leaked? He’d never know. He sighed softly. “If only I could read people’s minds...” he thought ruefully to himself.
  6. So, I did this before, but closed it due to lack of interest. But, I've decided to re-do it! I'll keep it open as long as I feel like this time, hopefully this will go better than before. Same rules: Tell me which pokemon Tell me the gender Tell me what clothes you'd like them to be wearing (if any) Tell me the wetting/holding scenario you'd like them to be in Go wild! Multiple requests are allowed. All requests will be digital sketches.
  7. Jacqi Lantern

    female Bleach: Kuchiki Rukia

    Stupid physical body. How does anybody get anything done like this? Kuchiki Rukia, petite, black haired school girl, walked along the streets of Karakura Town alone in the early morning, wholly unremarkable as a girl on her way to school. Dressed in a white button up with grey skirt and blazer, with a bow tied off around her collar, she was obviously headed to Karakura High, the public school down the road a few miles. Just a normal teen on her way to a normal school. The only reason that anybody would even spare a second glance her way is the quite...peculiar gait that she had while she was walking. See, Rukia was anything besides a normal high school girl. To begin with, she had already lived for far longer than any human could ever hope to, roughly 10 normal human lifetimes all rolled up into one slender little body. Up until this day, a keeper of life and death and a sentinel of the world's natural order, Rukia had acted as a Soul Reaper, one charged with seeking out human souls with the intention of ferrying them to the afterlife via ritual, and one to strike down evil spirits that would devour those souls for a meal. That had been her job, her place in the natural order...but that order had been disrupted. Disrupted by one orange-haired young man who showed a foolhardy determination to save his family from a Hollow's attack. It wasn't a solemn affair by any means, but Ichigo Kurosaki had taken on her powers for the time. A human with such immense spiritual pressure that he was able to break through a Kido by sheer willpower alone, rushed in to save the day when a hollow attacked his family, only to need to be rescued by Rukia herself. Taking a crushing blow, the squat soul reaper was left unable to fight, and took the only option left to her. Choosing to impart a portion of her power onto Ichigo, with the intent of letting him fend off the hollow, then keeping him on a leash until her powers naturally flowed out of him and back to her, instead, nearly all of her spiritual energy was sucked from her body and imparted upon the teenager. So now, Rukia lacked the power to return to the Soul Society, as well as the power to continue her duties uninhibited. She had performed a criminal act by imparting her powers upon Ichigo, an act that she had intended to keep quiet, but now she had to sell that she was recovering from an injury to her squad captain. She would still be able to continue her duties, but had to refrain from returning for debriefing. Luckily, it was an easy sell, due to Ukitake and Aizen's charitable disposition at the time. But she could hardly inhabit the spirit world safely with a lack of powers. She needed a shell to inhabit, to recuperate in. Luck seemed to remain on her side, relatively speaking, when she was directed to a small shop run from a derelict and ancient looking building. The owner was quite perceptive of her plight, and offered her a Gigai to recuperate in. A temporary body that would take on her own physical attributes and allow her to inhabit the relatively safe human world. This way she could avoid being targeted by hollows in her weakened state. In the mean time, she would have to blend in with humans, and she had just the identity in mind. She was going to assume the identity of a high school girl that attended the same high school as one Ichigo Kurosaki, and the boy would act in her stead as a Shinigami until her powers returned to her. It was a simple task to acquire a uniform from the school, and Urahara, the shopkeeper, did a part in helping her establish an identity within Karakura High School as a transfer student However... Artificial body or no, a Gigai needed to sustain itself on the same things a human body did. Food, water, exercise and sleep. Basic things, yes, but things that Rukia had lived without for hundreds upon hundreds of years. As such, it was unfamiliar to feel the pangs of hunger settle into her stomach the first night she spent in her Gigai. Being told that water was the most important thing of all for her new body, she had made sure to drink plenty of it, having a glass before bed, once during the night when she had woken up to eat a small snack, then again when she woke up. Generously, Urahara had allowed her to sleep in his shop the first night, but now she was on her own to find a place... or more urgently...a toilet. Perhaps due to her lack of familiarity with having such a need anymore, or to the relatively...diminutive stature of her newly-human body, Rukia's bladder had filled to near capacity with the plentiful amounts of water she'd been drinking. Not used to the sensation, her Gigai hadn't even alerted her to the situation until it had become somewhat urgent to address. With a small bulge in her abdomen, barely visible under her blazer and the waist of her skirt, the many-yeared High-Schooler waddled down the street with her thighs pressed together, her knees slightly bent inward as she moved, intent to keep up some semblance of dignity while her mind raced for a solution to the issue at hand. I'd forgotten what this felt like...and how urgent it can be. Damn! I don't know any of the modern customs for something like this. Surely I can't ask a resident to use theirs? or...maybe a shop? Would they even have one? I don't remember! Agh! This is so bad! Coming to a set of train tracks with the safety beam lowered, Rukia couldn't even bare to stand still, having to bounce on her heels and lift her leg up in place, huffing through her nose as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I haven't walked the streets of the human world since the feudal era! How am I supposed to know about the advancement of the privy in society! This is complete and utter...- "Hey there..." A shudder ran up Rukia's back in surprise as a voice suddenly greeted her from behind. Stamping her one raised leg back to the ground, she turned with a blush on her face to meet the gaze of another girl wearing the same uniform as hers. A red headed girl with short hair cut into a bob, and her bangs parted to either side, she peered at Rukio over her glasses with a somewhat concerned look on her face, but a bit of pinkish color to her cheeks. "Are you okay? You seem kind of fidgety." Rukia almost froze. She didn't know how high school girls talked to each other in this day in age! It seemed kind of brash for one to just walk up to another. She almost told her off, but then remembered that she was meant to be blending in, and so shouldn't give any reason for others to exclude her. She should peppy, cheery and kind. The more people liked her, the more friends she could acquire that would help hide her growing spiritual pressure from any hollows. Swallow, she put on her best cheery expression, and began speaking with a soft and innocent giggle. "Ah, I'm sorry, I was really nervous I was going the wrong way. I haven't actually been to the school before..." she says, immediately moving to bow to the other girl in respect. Unsure of her social standing, or the customs that people obeyed when meeting in the modern era of the human world, she felt it was the safest bet. However, her bladder felt otherwise, and sharply protested the movement by convulsing in her, threatening to push it's contents out into the one pair of undergarments that she had been provided with her Gigai. Standing with her knees and thighs mashed together, Rukia couldn't help but cock her hips backwards as she bowed, using the opportunity of putting her hands on the front of her skirt to sneak a quick push in at the crease of her thighs, before straightening up and giving a big smile to the girl that had addressed her. "O...oh..." the girl stammered, seemingly thrown off by the erratic greeting. Waving her hands in front of herself dismissively, she chuckled back herself before starting to speak in earnest. "Yeah, your going the right way. No need to go bowing or anything. Sorry...I just thought...uh...nevermind....I haven't seen you at school before?" she asks somewhat awkwardly, her eyes looking the opposite girl up and down as she she shifted her weight from side to side. The fidgety shinigami was quick to note that the youth of the modern area spoke with far more familiarity than they had when she was a teen, and quickly put her hand over her mouth to suppress another giggle. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a transfer student and today is my first day. My name is Kuchiki, Rukia." she says, moving to bow again, but deciding it may be a bad idea, both in the social context and in that it would compress her bladder once again. The girl cleared her throat, reaching up to rub nervously at her neck. She seemed hesitant to make eye contact. "I see, I see. Well it's very nice to meet you Kuchiki-chan. I..*ahem*...uh...the train is gone..." she says, pointing over the soul reaper's shoulder at the safety bar lifting behind her. Rukia looked over her shoulder and felt a wave of relief pass over her. She had already grown tired of making a proper, still-standing conversation with this human, and was eager to keep moving toward the school. Who knows how long it would be until she was able to relieve herself, and she didn't want to drag it out talking to this girl. "Ah! Great! I hope to see you at school! I'm going to go on ahead so I can see the campus before classes start! Bye Bye!" she says, spinning on her heels and speed-walking across the tracks down the road, waving behind her as she did her best to put distance between her and the girl. Said girl was not moving, however, seemingly rooted to the spot, as a wave of bright red color washed over her face. OhmygodOhmygod! What the hell was that Chizuru!? That girl was totally holding back a flood! Your strongest fetish and you just let her walk away to wet her panties out of sight somewhere!? I can't believe I just froze up like that! I never freeze up!...well she isn't really my type. Exactly the opposite actually. Short, flat, dark hair and really formal. and I could never have eyes for another when my dear Orihime still needs me! but...but...oh just the thought~. The girl remained at the train tracks for a couple minutes simply lost in thought, stepping back and forth like she was playing both sides of her mental debate, tapping her chin in thought with her evaluation of Rukia's stature. However, she ended up finishing her odd, unprompted pantomime with a hungry look in her eyes, a blush on her face, and a bit of crimson blood dribbling from her right nostril. I have to see if she makes it! Even on the off chance she doesn't! It's not cheating if it happens without my input! I'll just watch! Watch as those amber little rivers travel down those little chicken-legs into her socks and shoes. and Listen..I'll listen to shrill hiss of...- "Just what the hell are you doing?" A shudder ran up Chizuru's back in surprise as a voice suddenly made itself known from behind her. Turning around, she saw the infamous Tatsuki Arisawa, always popping up to stop her exploits of love whenever possible. Like a devil sent to ruin her good fun at every good turn. Pursing her lips, Chizuru shot a glare at the girl, starting to walk backwards across the train tracks as she spoke, with Arisawa following her in a forward pace. "I'm not doing anything Tatsuki! Honest this time. You don't have to worry about little old angel Chizuru." "Angel my ass. More like the demon of lust. You had better not be up to anything.." she warns, quickening her pace to walk past the red head, which caused Chizuru to spin around and match her pace, leaning forward to look her accuser in the eyes while making wild and frantic gestures. "I'm not up to anything! You know me! I'm only ever up to something when Orihime is around, and we don't see her until we get to school!" "Yeah, and the fact that you're owning up to that makes me think you're up to something this one time. There was another girl here earlier. You leave her alone too, creep." Chizuru felt a wave of shame wash over her, followed by a flush of frustration. Tatsuki thought she was some sort of saint protector, when all that Chizuru did was have some good and honest hormonal fun! And she didn't know anything about that either! How dare she just assume! But her statement also brought something else to the forefront of her mind. Rukia had rushed on ahead, leaving her at the train tracks. If she didn't hurry to catch up, she wouldn't be seeing anything, accident or no. "I am incredibly offended Tatsuki-chan!" Chizuru suddenly declares, stepping in front of her classmate and stopping her in her tracks, while holding a hand to her chest in an indignant gesture. "I can't believe you would accuse me of trying to lustfully pine after a transfer student on her first day to our wonderful school, especially when you know all to well that Inoue holds my heart forever and for true! I expected better of you, and I would thank you not to walk with me to school anymore!" With her speech made, Chizuru started to stomp off towards school, leaving Tatsuki there, stunned and speechless for a full minute, as the mess of red hair and hormones stomped into the distance. "I...I wasn't walking with you? and...transfer? What the hell..." she stammers, ultimately more confused than guilty or offended by the sudden outburst. Something wasn't right...Chizuru needed to be followed... -- "Ah...well..of course students are allowed into the bathrooms...just, don't be late." Rukia felt like singing upon hearing the staff member at the gate affirm her suspicions. If young men and women were expected to spend eight hours a day in this building, as well as eat meals here, there surely had to be some facilities they were allowed to use in their daily routine. But he seemed very embarrassed by having to address the fact. Rukia didn't want to seem out of place, so she too acted embarrassed, turning her face away and covering her mouth. "Oh...I'm terribly sorry. It's just...at my other school...oh it's nothing...Thank you very much..." she says, starting in a haphazard lie before scurrying on toward the main building, keeping a fair distance between other groups of students. The teacher seemed keen to let her go, which gave her free reign to walk at the fastest pace she possibly could toward the main building. She needed a privy urgently now, ever step sending pins and needles through her swollen abdomen, with her body threatening to give up on her any minute. She wasn't keen on wearing soiled clothing until she had an opportunity to secure more to wear or wash the ones she had now, so she held on with all her might, waddling towards the doors slightly hunched forward, with her thighs together and feet somewhat apart, obviously moving like she was in some sort of pain, but managing to keep pace between two groups of students who had walked together. She made it inside without incident, intent on walking right past the area with several odd-looking shelves with doors on them, where the human teenagers were stopping and depositing items. She didn't have anything after all...so why would she even need to stop. "Excuse me young lady!" The voice was so direct and so accusatory in tone, that Rukia could hardly mistake it's target for anyone else but her. Turning her face toward the source, she found a middle aged human woman glaring her down, with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her lips. Unable to figure out why this slightly grey and wrinkly person would be shouting at her, Rukia did her absolute best to put on a curious and innocent expression, tilting her head to the side as she spoke, whilst simultaneously bouncing from foot to foot and lacing her fingers together behind her back, clenching them almost white-knuckle tight. "Oh, I'm sorry? Did I do something wrong?" she asks, trying her best to sound sweet, when all she could think about was how she needed this woman to leave her alone so she could see out a privy...or rather, bathroom, as the male staff member had called it. "You should know that! You need to change your shoes before stepping into the building!" the woman demands. It seemed somewhat odd, initially. Changing shoes just to walk through a building? Granted, shoes were far different in these days than the sandals and tabi she were used to. And she recalled that when she was alive, it had been custom to walk barefoot through others homes. But special shoes just to enter a building? One, she didn't have the time for this. Two, it seemed downright ridiculous. And three, she only had the single pair of shoes to begin with. But the most important point was that she didn't have time. As she was standing there, processing the woman's words, she felt a spasm cover her midsection, as a gush of hot liquid burst from her womanhood into the pure white underwear she bore beneath her skirt, soaking in and staining the thin fabric almost instantly. "Oh!" Rukia exclaimed in surprise, her face lighting up bright red at the damp sensation she was now faced with. A sensation she hadn't felt for hundreds of years,and one she wasn't looking to become intimately familiar with. Clenching her fists tighter and tensing her lower muscles, she barely fought off another leak before she spoke again, her voice carrying an embarrassed tone with it, "I...I'm terribly sorry. I'm a new student..and I...I don't have a...a box?" she stammers, looking frantically at what the other students were using, "I don't have a box like everyone else...and...I didn't bring any shoes to change into." It wasn't the best lie she could come up, even with her notorious quick wit and intelligence. Somehow, it was almost like the damp sensation in her underwear was draining every bit of confidence she had by the second, as she felt her bladder contract again, slamming against her clenched muscles with a heavy liquid load. "What are you...oh...right, the staff said something about you..." the woman says, sighing and pinching her nose. "Your locker is 14C. You were supposed to bring shoes with you today...but...well, I guess it can't be helped. But if you forget them tomorrow then your going to have to meet with the principal, understood!?" she says sternly. In a way, Rukia was shocked that the woman was taking such a tone with her, but then, she appeared just as any other girl in the area right now. And some of those girls were beginning to look at the altercation. She needed to diffuse the situation. But then...there was also her very urgent need to relieve herself. An urgent need that was made all the more urgent by a second spurt, longer this time, jetting into the fabric of her underwear, rolling between her thighs and barely breaching the fabric's capacity for liquid, sending a single drop rolling don her thighs to her knee before stopping. She didn't have any time left. Her petite body and lost experience in holding her golden waters was betraying her, and she needed relief, fast. "Ah, of course. I'm sorry. Nobody told me. By chance could you point me to the nearest bathroom?" She asks, stepping forward somewhat frantically, but doing her best to keep her pleasant expression. The woman was taken aback by the girl's sudden approach, but answered nonetheless, pointing along with her explaination. "There's a bathroom on every floor." she said, pointing upwards, then down the hall to the west, "They're located on the west end of the building no matter what floor you're on. Girls on the left, Boys on the right." she explains. Rukia didn't even stop to say thank you, power walking toward the western wing of the first floor, her fists clenched at her side, swinging in time with her steps. She couldn't afford to waste time shuffling and waddling any more. If she wasted time, she would end up making a mess of her clothes and the floor beneath her. Thankfully, the woman did not protest, leaving her to speedily stride towards the bathroom. Her hurried gait did come with a cost, however. Another spurt leaked from Rukia's womanly flower, then another. And another. Her panties could hardly hold the squirts of liquid spraying from her body, and sent rivulets of pale yellow nectar down the insides of her thighs, lightly sprinkling the floor as she all but jogged towards the bathroom, searching for any sort of sign or indicator of a toilet she could release into. The cloth meant to be shielding her womanly parts from the elements were now the source of uncomfortable sodden warmth that she hoped to avoid, and the liquid cooling against her thighs was making chilled goosebumps rise across her pale skin. I'm not going to make it. Hundreds of years old and I'm about to wet myself like a child! What would brother say...?" she whimpered in her own thoughts as her eyes scanned the halls frantically, a twitching and uneasy smile plastered on her face in a facade of calm. Finally, her lilac orbs settle upon a sign, bolted to the wall. W.C What did W.C mean? All the other signs on the walls had a single letter of the English Language on them followed by another. Furthermore, this sign was on both sides of the relatively large doorway that it indicated. Each sign had a different characterization on it, one presumably of a female, by the dress shaped that was it's body, and one a male, indicated by the lack of a dress. The doorway led into some smaller tiled area, with brighter and harsher lighting. W.C...W.C...is that it? I don't see how...but all these other rooms are all the same...and they have windows and desks in them. They aren't private...maybe..Waste Closet? Crude but...that has to mean Habakari? A privy! Washroom! W! It's got to be. Oh please let it be. Rukia made a beeline for the room, choosing to enter to side indicated by the drawing of the person in a dress. Entering, it was devoid of people...but it seemed that she had chosen right. It was a secluded room, with a wall covered corner to corner with a mirror, and what looked to be washbasins with strange steel pipes protruding from them. The room was unusually large, but possessed several other smaller rooms within it, which the shinigami could only hope held a hole into which she could relieve her swollen bladder Making for the first door, another gushing burst of hot urine spread other through the gusset of her underwear, leaking through the fabric and down her legs, sprinkling the floor with droplets as she ran to the stall. Looking inside, the woman physically paled with shock and confusion. Inside was a strange device of porcelain, already housing clean water inside of it, with a steel lever on the side and a steel casing beside it, out of which a white, paper-like substance hung close to the floor. "What the hell is...nng..no!" The raven-haired death god only had time to hesitate for a moment, before a hard spasm rocked her entire body, her bladder contracting at the site of what her brain recognized as a possible receptacle for her waste. Even though she had never encountered such a device before, she could just envision squatting over the opening, her own golden nectar splashing into the clean water and mixing with it, forming a lake of amber beneath her. Her muscles relaxed beyond her will, and a steady stream of urine began to flood her panties, gushing over her womahood and leaking down her legs onto the floor below. With no options left, she took the only one available to her. Spreading her legs where she stood, and frantically bunching her skirt up around her waist, she squatted over the opening, revealing her sodden cotton panties to the open air, as pale yellow liquid fell from the crotch and rear in two distinct streams, the rest messily trailing down her legs, thankfully falling off in thicker streams from her knees before reaching her socks, creating two small, shameful little puddles on the floor beside the toilet. Unable to stifle herself, a short moan escaped Rukia's lips as she took a breath, her body shuddering with relief as her bladder deflated, her waters streaming through the sodden and ruined fabric of her panties into the water below with a loud, sustained splashing sound. She looked down with a fire-red blush on her face, unable to decide whether she had made it or not. After only about a minute of sustained release, her stream began to die off, revealing that it truly had been from lack of capacity that she felt so desperate for relief. Unable to deal with what she had just done, the dark haired woman stood there, motionless, with her hands holding her skirt up around her waist, clad in wet underwear and standing over puddles of urine that acted as evidence to her embarrassment. She wouldn't cry...even as she felt tears come to her eyes...she was prouder than that...a shinigami... -- There she is! Chizuru could hardly move fast enough as she got through the school doors, panting and sweating from the exhaustion settling into her body. As soon as she had gotten out of direct eyesight of Tatsuki, turning the corner, she had started running to catch up with Rukia, and only managed to do so just inside the school. Having breezed right past the school greeter, she saw her target directly across the entry area from her, speaking with a teacher while dancing from foot to foot. Moving swiftly to her own locker, the redheaded pervert girl tuned her ears to the conversation that Rukia was having, deducing it as unimportant, but serving it's purpose as just another delay on the girl's way to the bathroom. Pulling her shoes off and her school shoes on as fast as she could, Chizuru couldn't help but train her eyes on Rukia's shaking and dancing legs, as they shifted back and forth, in front of and behind one another, subtly crossing in a dance that was only erotic for her and her alone. And as an added treat. Just as she was about to turn away and rush off down the hall, a single glistening droplet snaked it's way down the inner side of Rukia's left side. The redhead's mind ran wild with what had to be going on in the petite girl's head right now. 'Oh no," she would cry, "I can't pee my panties on the first day in a new school! Everyone will make fun of me and my reputation will be ruined!' All the while, her control will be waning, as spurt after spurt leaks into her damp panties, snaking down her thighs and dripping on the floor as she rushed to the bathroom, only to be met by a line of girls, all waiting for the same relief. 'oh no!' Rukia would cry internally, plunging both hands between her thighs and bunching her skirt up against her leaking flower, squirming her perky little butt on the spot as she fought to keep a flood at bay, 'I certainly can't hold it this long! I'm going to wet myself right here in the hall in front of everyone!' Getting her shoes on, Chizuru spared a passing greeting to the woman teacher overseeing the students, before rushing off toward the bathroom after Rukia. She could still see the girl further down the hall, frantically turning her head back and forth in search of a bathroom in an unfamiliar environment. Just the sight was enough to wet Chizuru's own panties, for a far different reason than bladder busting desperation. There were even small little droplets on the floor, undetectable to eyes that weren't hungrily searching for evidence of Rukia's loss of control. When Rukia finally about-face turned into the bathrooms, the red-headed girl stopped just short of the doorway, leaning back against the wall and putting a hand to her pounding heart, and one between her thighs, gently rubbing the skin that was exposed beneath her uniform skirt. Taking deep breaths, she shut her eyes and imagined any number of scenarios. The new girl at the new school frantically running into the bathroom, only barely able to get her underwear out of the way in time, pulling the sodden and stained fabric to the side before letting an arcing torrent lose into the toilet bowl. Or perhaps all the stalls are full, and, with no options left, the normally polite and formal girl has to swallow her pride and urinate in a trash can, or the sink. Then, a stall door opens and she's caught in the act! Oh how embarrassing! She'll never live this down! That is...unless Chizuru were the one to catch her. She'd be merciful, sure. For giving her such a good show, the redhead would promise not to tell anyone, for only the small price of being allowed to watch every time the new girl relieved herself. Sometimes maybe she'd make Rukia wet herself. Or maybe she'd make her hold it all day long! Oh the thought was just titillating! How delightfully masochistic! How dreadfully perverted! How- "Chizuru!" The hormonal young teen jumped so hard she nearly shook the glasses right off of her face. Quickly pushing them back into place, she turned to face down none other than her arch-nemesis and close friend, Tatsuki Arisawa. "Oh Great! What do you want now!?" Chizuru protests, stamping her foot, her fists clenched at her sides. "What do I want!?" Tatsuki protests, clenching her own fist and shaking it at the girl, leaning in and glaring her down ferociously, "What are you doing!? Camping out by the girl's bathroom!? Are you really that depraved?" "D-Depraved? I beg your pardon! I was about to head inside myself!" "Bullshit! I watched you follow that girl here! Are you really that perverted!?" "P-Perverted! How dare you!" "Don't give me that!-" -- Staring herself down in the window, Rukia struggled to cope with what she had just done. Vaguely, her ears picked up on what sounded like an argument around the corner. However, her mind was elsewhere entirely, replaying the events of the last few minutes in her head. She had wet herself, fully and earnestly, just like a young child. She had started even before she knew where the bathroom was. She still didn't know if she knew where the bathroom was properly. She had urinated all over herself, her underclothes, and the floor. Her only option to have her accident remain undetcted was to use her underwear to mop up the puddles and then dispose of the sodden fabric. And that's what she had done. In the stall, she dragged her soaked and stained panties down her glistening legs, ringed them out over the receptical she had urinated into, and then mopped up the puddle on either side. Her yellowed and damp underwear now sat in the trash by the door, buried under several layers of disposable towels that Rukia had quickly learned how to dispense and used to wipe her legs clean and liquid, even dampening some to wash herself down a bit. Even now, she could still faintly detect a smell on herself, and there was a small dark patch on the front of her skirt, near the hem, where a few drops had soaked in after flying off her legs. Still, she was grateful that she was relatively free of evidence, even if she now had to walk around with her womanhood free to the open air, with only the short fabric of her uniform skirt to protect it from prying eyes. "Some Soul Reaper...powerless, and now reduced to urinating on herself. I'm going to give Ichigo a piece of my mind..." she grumbles, glaring herself in the mirror before leaning forward to wash her hands. Though, immediately after the words left her lips, she felt herself immediately filled with shame. There was no way that Ichigo could find out about this. Not after she had presented herself as a mighty and knowledgeable god of death to him. For starters, she'd be bringing shame to her family name by admitting to such a folly, but the boy would never listen to her if he knew she had fallen to such a juvenile urge. "OW! TATSUKI! HOW CAN YOU BE SO CRUEL!? AH!" The raven haired woman was pulled from her thoughts by some sudden shouting outside the room. Turning her head and straightening up, she watched as a girl with short, spiky black hair rounded the corner, rubbing her hand. Her knuckles appeared red and swollen, and her face spoke of the discomfort she felt as a result. Quickly deciding that she should act as thought nothing happened at all, Rukia offered the girl a smile, again leading with an innocent giggle to start the conversation. "Ah, hello. Are you all right? I heard yelling?" she asks, folding her hands in front of her skirt. Due to her lack of undergarments, she suddenly felt very vulnerable, as a light breeze tickled her most sensitive areas. The girl with the swollen knuckles looked up with somewhat stern eyes, but an overall neutral expression. Letting her hands fall to her side, she nods, tilting her head to her side. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you all right. Chizuru wasn't bothering you, was she?" she asks. "Ah...Chizuru...I'm afraid I don't know who you mean?" Rukia replied, confused. Was Chizuru the staff member she had met by the gate? Or maybe the one that had stopped her in the halls. Maybe the red headed girl? The dark haired girl scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Figures. Look, the red headed girl. She's got...something of a reputation. Just...be vigilant alright." Blinking, Rukia nodded, clearing her throat as she suddenly felt an uncomfortable sensation crawling up her back, though she couldn't exactly place why. "I...I'll keep that in mind. I'm sorry but, who are you?" The butch young woman points to herself with her thumb, offering a small smile. "I'm Tatsuki. Tatsuki Arisawa. You're new here right?" Rukia nods, "I see. Well I guess it's nice to meet you then. If you tell me your name and what class your in, I can show you there if you want. It's the least I can do after the morning you've had." Rukia felt a sense of unease at the girl's words. What did she mean by "the morning you've had." Could she possibly know her current situation...? ... No, of course not. Nobody saw her. Nobody could possibly know the bare state of her nether regions right now. There was absolutely no indication that she had urinated on herself, besides the faint smell the clung to her. But even then, it was unlikely that Tatsuki would be able to smell, given the distance between them. Unable to discern the girl's meaning, Rukia offered a simple smile, and decided to just answer her question is as straightforward a manner as possible. "Ah...I'm Kuchiki, Rukia..." she says, introducing herself. Taking care not to bow to the girl as she had done to the red head earlier, she stated which class she was in, which seemed to please Tatsuki. "Oh, we're classmates. I'll show you to the classroom." Rukia felt some relief at her luck. Now all that was left was to hope that she was in the same class as Ichigo. Still, having someone willing to show her around on the first day was a godsend, and would make confronting the boy all that much easier. Still, she supposed that she couldn't do it directly, lest she let on that something was awry with her appearance her relationship to the newborn shinigami. "Actually, before we go, I have a question." "Oh, what is it?" "Do you have a pen?" -- "Oh! Are you Kurosaki-kun?" Ichigo turned his head to glance upon Rukia with a look of befuddlement and bewilderment on his face as he gazed upon the woman that had saved not only his life, but the lives of his sisters the previous night. Standing there,confident, Rukia met his gaze with a cool charisma only born of years of speaking experience. "I'll be sitting next to you from today on. My name is Kuchiki, Rukia." Needless to say, the boy reacted with surprise, bolting up and thrusting a finger in her direction, while he friends looked on, confusingly unsurprised by Ichigo's antics, until one brown haired boy decided to speak up and inquire into his friend's concern. Then, the tall, brutish one man took his turn with questioning, this time asking if by chance, Rukia and Ichigo knew each other. Attentive and sly, the shinigami was quick to intercept. "oh, of course not. This is our first meeting. Right, Kurosaki-kun?" Her statement leaving Ichigo speechless, his friends proceeded to fill the blanks, explaining that Rukia was a transfer student. She almost couldn't wish for a better alibi if she had paid for one. Extending her hand, she nailed home the final phrase of the interaction, turning her palm up to face Ichigo. "Nice to meet you." she greets, while the subtle writing on her palm held a single phrase. It was both intended as a deterrent for the boy to reveal their prior relationship, and as a warning that if he should mention the lingering scent on her person, that she would beat him senseless to the Soul Society and back "make a scene and you are SO dead." Upon seeing the boy's shocked reaction, Rukia knew she was in control, and couldn't help allowing a confident smile to part her lips, despite the slight breeze tickling her bare nethers, and chilling the damp skin against her thighs...
  8. FlowerMouse

    Dead Mall

    Just before I write multiple paragraphs, I'd like to say that this story is rather poetic and hopefully not too long so keep that in mind <:)
  9. For the past week I've been frantically typing code and debugging my project for my software development class. My deadline is in two days and I still have too much to do. Today, I have nothing else scheduled, so I have been sitting at my computer since I got out of bed (aside from grabbing some lunch). I've had to pee twice today. The first time I pretended to be an adult and went to the toilet. The second time, I was on a roll with a feature implementation and instead of getting up, I just paused for a moment and peed my jeans in my chair, then went right back to work. It was totally unplanned and I'm going to have to clean up the chair and the carpet later, but it was so quick and convenient to just relieve myself without interrupting what I was doing. I've gotta get back to work, but I wanted to quickly share that with you all. Anyone else have similar stories?
  10. My wife knows my obsession with her (or any woman) wetting her panties in public. While not really wanting to be seen wetting in public she was feeling naughty and thought it would be a nice treat to pick an open area In a public park and when her panties while I took a few pictures. Just starting to leak a little. Wetting in progress ... Finished, and very wet. -do=add#.url
  11. Bluesman59

    Bed wetting - Hot or not?

    So I was wondering who all on here is into bed wetting? Either doing it or watching people do it. It’s a huge turn on for me, not sure why but it is.
  12. Like the title says, I'm wondering if anyone's found any scenes in games. It seems unfortunately rare to me, and most of the scenes don't really show anything (Which is understandable, really). To try and kick it off, I'll supply a few things I've found. In Fallout 3, while exploring an old metro tunnel, you open a door at the same time as this scientist guy, who chides you for scaring him. One of the possible replies is something like "Scared you?! I just crapped my pants!". Naturally, nothing's shown, but I can dream. In Wasteland 2, if you run from a fight, the game gives you a number of colorful messages calling you a wuss. One of them reads: "You managed to escape. Probably because they were too busy laughing at the piss running down your legs." In World of Warcraft, there's a few mentions. One of the first Death Knight quests has you killing peasants, who sometimes remark that they soiled themselves. A Horde quest in Silverpine Forest has you resuscitate a bunch of unconscious orcs, who sometimes say that they think they wet themselves. Bonus: while not actually a wetting, a quest in Azsuna has you rescue a female goblin who's been stuck in a cage for a couple of days. When you let her out, she says "Thanks! Now if you'll excuse me, I have go to go, if you know what I mean." In Mass Effect 3, there's a scene in the Citadel DLC if you have Tali and Liara with you. While riding a slow elevator, Liara asks if everyone's ready, and Tali says she has to go to the bathroom, then says "And... there. Now I'm ready,". I'm pretty sure her suit has a built-in bathroom, but I like to imagine otherwise. In Telltale Game's The Walking Dead Season 1, there's a scene early on where Clementine has to pee during a tense situation, and wanders off to find a bathroom. A zombie in the bathroom attacks her before she can use the toilet, and her needing to pee is not brought up again. While it's not explicitly seen/stated, it seems pretty clear that Clementine probably wet herself. That's about everything I've got. Anyone else found any fun stuff?
  13. Amanda's 1st accident in 7th grade Based on true events I personally witnessed with a little extra detail thrown in. This is also my first story so don't be too harsh! Amanda was new at this middle school having moved from just a town over 2 weeks prior. She knew a few people from sports leagues she participated in before moving but other than that was fairly new to most students but quickly made friends. Many of the boys had also quickly developed crushes on her. She had shoulder length golden blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, a tomboyish personality, a heck of an arm to throw the football, slender with a cute medium sized perfectly round butt and the biggest breasts of any girl in the school let alone 7th grade. (I was one of those boys and this is why this event stuck with me all these years). It was almost the end of the school year already and was extremely hot outside. We were all very encouraged to drink plenty of water and stay hydrated throughout the day. These events took place right after lunch. It was 5th period English with Mr. Luginbill, we had 4th period in the same class before lunch which is an important note for how this turned out. The Math and English teachers had agreed for us to have 4th and 5th hour for the same subject on alternating days. Never heard of it before and haven't since. Anyways Mr. Luginbill was a cool teacher who made English interesting and fun (can't tell by my writing I know) but he didn't like to put up with any screwing around during class time. Amanda quickly becoming popular would end up talking and not paying much attention during his classes. You would get 4 bathroom passes each quarter of the year in his class. Amanda knowing the year was almost over used 3 of them before this day, somewhat taking advantage of getting out of class for a little bit. Maybe she was really using the bathroom, but I feel Mr. Luginbill had his suspicions that this was not the case. About 15 minutes into our 4th hour during a poem reading she had taken that 4th pass up to his desk during another students presentation and allowed her to go to the bathroom. She signed out and didn't return for about 20 minutes which is a long time considering how close the bathrooms were to our class. She returned with about 15 minutes left before we went to lunch and a half assed recess/break? Not sure what you would call it, everyone standing around in the heat under trees talking. Sometimes if we were lucky someone brought a football from home. It was over 100 degrees and everyone was drinking plenty of fluids. Amanda especially having a Monster energy drink with lunch and pounding water after throwing the ball around with us guys. She put us to shame with that skill and we were all mesmerized by her beauty while doing it. Her and some of the other girls would play tackle football after school. It was a great excuse for us youngsters to get comfortable touching and flirting I suppose but that's not important in this story, just setting up why the guys liked her so much. We all returned to class sweating like farm animals just getting cooled off when I heard "damn I really gotta pee" I personally have always since I can remember been interested when anyone muttered those type of trigger words. Preferably women but even being straight since day one even when a guy is desperate or mentioned they had to piss I would pay close attention. She immediately without even raising her hand said out loud enough for Mr. Luginbill to hear from the back of the class room "I have to pee really bad can I please go to the bathroom real quick?" Mr. Luginbill responded with "You just got back from break why didn't you go then" Amanda responded with "I didn't have to go until I sat down in the AC, please I really gotta go" Mr. Luginbill told her to hold it and work on her poem. The whole room was silent for about 5 minutes when you could hear a metal on metal clanking sound. Amanda was shaking her leg back and forth, the rivet on her tight blue jeans making contact with the desk more erratically by the second. Her face was turning red as people started paying more attention to her moving around so much. A few minutes later again with the class silent and Mr. Luginbill looking at his computer Amanda loudly without embarrassment said "please let me go to the bathroom or I'm seriously going to pee my pants!" Of course being a fan of this I was intrigued. She had to been overreacting like most girls do I thought but was shocked she would say something like that so soon calling attention to herself without a care of what anyone else thought. She was being over dramatic right? Or she really did have to pee that badly? Mr. Luginbill stuck to his guns and said "No Amanda, do your work we are almost half way through class already". She whined and started doing one of the more memorable pee pee dances I'd ever seen in my life. Opening and closing her legs, lifting her butt off of her seat, and putting her hands between her legs periodically. She kept saying under her breath but so everyone could hear "I gotta peeee, omg I'm going to piss my pants, I have to pee so bad" in no particular order. For the next 10 minutes this went on, I had a decent view being 2 rows over and 3 seats up having an excuse to be turned to talk to my friend behind me as we were working on a poem (song) since we had finished the project most of the class was working on. I just stayed turned in my seat pretending to be looking at a paper and checking the clock as I kept glancing up at her and watching this in awe hoping to see something happen. I thought to myself this is 7th grade and I haven't seen an accident since 1st. There is no way anything will happen, besides the desperation show Amanda was putting on. I might as well enjoy this while it lasted. I had to pretend I was interested in writing this song when all I could think about and concentrate on was her bladder. Class was ending in about 20 minutes and you could see the sweat forming on Amanda's forehead. She continued her desperate dance then out loud one more time asked "please can I go to the bathroom I gotta go so bad I'm really about to pee my pants!" Mr. Luginbill finally decided to give in and said ok bring me your bathroom pass and you may go. Amanda with a whining tone said she didn't have any left. "Please let me go just this once this is really an emergency!" Wiggling her legs constantly she then shot up out of her seat and crossed her legs hard while bending forward bouncing up and down right next to her desk. "You have been here 2 weeks and you have used up all 4 of your passes?" Mr. Luginbill said. Amanda cried out saying "please I gotta pee please I am going to pee my pants I swear I'm not kidding!!" She then hops up and sat on her desk squeezing her legs tightly together placing both hands on her crotch starting to make a scene out of it. "Amanda please sit back down in your seat. We now have about 15 minutes you can wait that long" Mr. Luginbill said "you should have thought about this before you used all of your passes" I was in heaven but I did feel bad because now I could really tell after being on the internet watching videos and reading experiences for years, even at that point that she was not kidding when she said she was about to pee her pants. She was showing all the classic signs. She remained seated on top of the desk holding herself raising her butt up and down bouncing, her breasts moving with the flow getting more of the guys to look Im sure. Everyone was whispering and talking about what was going on. "Just let her go" "she can hold it she is being a baby" "she should just get up and walk out" "this is amazing" last one was me which I didn't say out loud... Amanda then snapped at Mr. Luginbill saying "I'm going to FUCKING PEE MY PANTS DO YOU WANT PISS ALL OVER YOUR CLASS ROOM?!?!" Everyone looked to him for a response after she cursed at him. he said "You should have thought about that before wasting your passes, now I'm going to have to call the principal for interrupting my class and disrespecting me with this outburst" he then picked up the phone as Amanda was sitting on her desk starting to shake and cry. He hung the phone up before dialing seeing her do this and said "Amanda if I let you go will this teach you something about being responsible with your time? This is your eduction and time you're wasting not mine" She shook her head yes not saying a word. He then said ok go ahead and go but hurry up and be back before the bell rings. This was the moment I thought, well that was entertaining and will be thinking about it tonight when I get home. I had no idea what was about to happen next would be one of my favorite memories from school. Heck from childhood, even my life for that matter. Amanda started to inch her butt forward on the top of the desk to slide off to get onto her feet and make a mad dash for the ladies room. Many people watching the drama unfold thought the drama was over but then the class all heard her say "I can't move without peeing! I'm going to peeeeeeeee!!!" She cried out "I CANT MOVE!!!" Starting to bawl hysterically as she tightly pressed her hands into her crotch and squeezed her eyes shut while using every muscle in her body. She was shaking frantically trying to hold onto her bladder just a little longer. Amanda got one foot on the floor separating her legs for a split second PSSSSSSSSHHTTHHHHHH Me along with the rest of the class snapped our heads up and looked at her in shock hearing that loud hiss of pee escape her vagina. She immediately got her second foot on the ground stopping the 2 second but extremely power and loud spurt. The butt of her blue jeans turned dark, visibly wet from that intense spurt alone. Droplets of pee splashed on her desk and paper showing the sheer amount of pressure her pee exploded out of her. Her underwear didn't stand a chance seeing the damage already caused. She had to be wearing a thong or was she leaking before maybe I thought? But before I could think a second more PSSHHHHHHT PSSSHHHHHTTTT Amanda was holding herself hard as everyone could hear the loud spurts lasting about 2 seconds each again. Pee started to go down the back of both of her thighs when she regained control and opened her teary eyes for the first time since she first spurted. Seeing the damage and having the realization that she was wetting her pants in the 7th grade at 14 years old caused her to cry harder. Shaking more furiously due to being upset from the shock and her muscles being over worked for the past hour. Everyone was looking at her stunned in silence, no one laughed or said a word. She let go of her crotch, pee pouring out of her cupped hands onto the floor. She then crossed her legs tightly once more in a final effort to get out of the classroom and to a toilet. With her thighs pressed together she inched towards the door as she felt streaks from the previous spurts inch further down her legs. She couldn't believe this was happening 2 weeks in a new school district right before summer vacation. She hadn't had an accident since she was potty trained. Thousands of thoughts running through her head as she is trying not to lose full control of her overfilled bladder in front of the whole class. Amanda reached the door handle and right before she can give it a turn PPPPPPPSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPSHHHHHHTTTTHHHSSSHHSTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIISSSSSSsssssssshhhhhh.....psssssssss Amanda stood there frozen in time, the room silent except for the extremely loud hissing coming from her jeans. The warm rivers of pee covering 90% of the front and back of her pants, soaking her socks and sneakers then pooling on the one spot in the room that was white tile. The light yellow pee was spreading at an alarming rate running over onto the thin carpet. She peed and peed for well over a minute and a half at full force until the stream finally slowed down but still running. She couldn't even tell if she was peeing anymore or not. She felt weak and leaned her body into the corner facing the wall by the classroom door crying loudly. She didn't want to look at the faces of anyone. She wished she was anywhere but in this moment. Humiliated already thinking she needs to beg her parents to switch schools. Her face and ears were hot and red as the stream stopped but her pants still glistening and dripping from the explosion that just took place. In this moment I was so aroused yet felt so bad for her and wanted to give her a hug. Before anyone could do anything Mr. Luginbill went over and put his hands on her shoulders saying he was sorry. She wouldn't look at him as she continued to cry. He told the class when the bell rings in a few minutes move along to your next class. He then escorted her to the nurses office personally. As soon as the door shut behind them everyone started talking about what happened. A few laughed saying she needs to learn how to control herself while most felt bad and basically told them to shut up. I myself kept thinking this wasn't real, I couldn't believe what I just saw. One of my biggest fantasies came true and I couldn't stop replaying each second in my head. When the bell rang everyone made a huge deal of stepping over the lake of pee by the door while I wanted to stick my face in it or something. I didn't know what I wanted to do I had turned as red as she was, flustered by this event. Two more classes then I could go home and think about this more and see if she would get on msn messenger. Unfortunately she didn't and I just fantasized over the weekend. She was back to school Tuesday and when I did talk to her I didn't have the guts to ask about it or bring it up. I never heard anyone talk to her about it until 3 years later in High School when she mentioned she needed to pee in a photography class. Someone who wasn't even there to see the event blurted out "She is serious she will drown us if you don't let her go" she laughed and got up to go to the bathroom. Amanda will never know how she effected me for years prior and years to come based off of one full blown wetting accident. It's better that way.
  14. TinklePants

    Too Many Errands

    I had to run some errands, I needed more pullups and a backpack. I showered, went potty, then put myself into my last GoodNite with some tan shorts that sagged about an inch below the pullup’s waist band. I drove out to the sporting goods store and as I was pulling into the parking space I leaked a little into the pullup. I finished parking while dribbling. When I stepped out of the car a stream came out that I just let trickle for several minutes while I pretended to play with my phone. Once I got control the pullup had swollen noticeably in the front and gusset, it felt so comfy. As I walked inside I continued to tinkle till I got to the stairs. I went upstairs carefully trying to wait for the pullup to absorb my accident. I felt a bit silly walking like a duck but luckily all was safe I felt the back begin to swell by the top of the stairs and the risk of a leak was averted. I took up the farthest urinal. Let out what was left though I knew I’d have more in minutes. Tucked myself back into my wet diapee, washed my hands, then went to look at backpacks. I eventually found what I needed and tinkled a bit more on and off in the process. The checkout line was about 5 minutes’ wait, enough time to dribble just before it was my turn. At this point I felt mostly empty so my pullup was able to really absorb and spread my pee. I got back to my car, spread out a plastic bag I had, and climbed in for the drive across town to a Walmart. Along the way I drank my second Gatorade and quickly felt the pullup leak out all across my bum… That’s what the bag is for. At this point I needed new shorts before returning home where my roommate would see me. I then got a professional call and knew I’d have to make a follow-up call sooner than I’d get back. Eventually I pulled into the Walmart lot, I couldn’t hold it any more. I stepped out and at once I felt the cool wet shorts against my skin and a stream immediately release. I tried to keep holding back but all I did was keep it from becoming a torrent. I was completely wetting myself in the Walmart parking lot. I continued to send a few texts to get a phone number while I felt the pullup fill completely, then leak out the leg gathers in the back. I drenched the back of my shorts, but not too much dribbled to the ground before I got control again. I had to wait for a reply, so I took the time to go inside and get myself sorted. I did feel really awkward walking through the super center. Not too much was visible on the front, but the back was very obvious I had pissed myself a lot. I wonder if it was also obvious that I had flooded a pullup… I do know I have no idea who noticed or what their reactions were, since they’d have to look back after passing me to see. I had to walk to the opposite corner of the super center to get to the diaper section. There were a lot of people and about three traffic jams I had to wait for while everyone behind could just watch my wet butt… I felt a dribble on the last jam. Eventually I got to the diapers and there was one mother with her kids. Thankfully I didn’t have to interact, but I’m sure she saw. I went to the next isle, but then had to go to the same one as her. It was a short isle at about 10 feet. I walked over did an about-face, then saw my L/XL GoodNites, turned back and grabbed them. I stood there for a moment feeling my face grow red while I made sure I got the right ones. Then went back around and walked all the way down the back isle to get to the restrooms with GoodNites in hand and soaked behind. Once inside the bathroom only one other person was in the adjacent toilet stall as the free one. I went in, closed the door, pulled off my shorts, tore off my soaked diapee and peed some on the potty. Then I dabbed myself dry with toilet paper, opened the package of GoodNites and put one of them on. I pulled my shorts back on, flushed, and left the stall. I tossed the wet pullup in the trash and placed the open package of GoodNites on the counter while I washed my hands. I grabbed it with one hand, with it missing one pullup the plastic shifted showing the pullups inside. I thought it would make sense if people saw that, then my wet pants. They’d know I’m prepared now. I went back to the diaper section and grabbed baby wipes, then walked through the super center with baby wipes, an open package of pullups, and wet shorts. Eventually I found the Men’s cloths section, and found some shorts similar to what I had on. I grabbed them, threw them over my diapers and wipes, and headed to checkout. I decided I better not do self-checkout with an open package, so I went through the cashier line. I stood there awkwardly while the lady in front of me had a large order rung up. The cashier was an older lady, but beyond that I didn’t… really make any eye contact. I stood there waiting while another lady come up behind me and we waited there for about 5 minutes before she left. I stayed right where I was, awkwardly at the end of the conveyor belt, turned at an angle to minimize who could see my pants. Soon it was my turn. I walked up, took the shorts off the diapers and wipes and put them on the belt. Then I asked her, “Is it okay that I opened this?” “What’s that?” “I took one of the pullups out of the package, is that okay?” “Oh yes that’s completely fine. Thanks for being so honest about it.” She rang it up and we didn’t say much more, I kept avoiding eye contact. She bagged everything up and I grabbed it and went into the nearby restrooms. There I pulled the tags off the shorts, pulled off my shorts and shoved them into the bag, then wiped my legs down at least with the baby wipes, and put on the new shorts… then untied one shoe. In the plastic bag you could see it had some cloths, a bag of GoodNites, and baby wipes. Which was carried by me who stopped to tie his shoe. Bending over exposed about two inches of my pullup. The same pullup I told the kind cashier I was wearing. I got to my car then drove to a grocery store. While walking through the store looking for their diapers I was so relaxed I just felt a stream develop. I let it continue and fill the front of my pullup while I found the diapers. I grabbed more L/XL GoodNites, then reached up high for some bed pads and felt my shirt pull up and show my pullup waistband, then crouched down low for some baby powder and felt my pants pull down and show the ‘Back’ label. I put all of them into my basket along with another Gatorade and went to checkout. I went through the self-checkout this time, got to my car, then struggled to load everything discreetly while reaching over and into the car. I know that waist band was getting some sunlight there. I peed a bit more in the effort. I then got in, returned that call, and drove home.
  15. I was searching around a few keywords on google yesterdat, and I was pleasantly surprised with this find. Plot goes roughly like this: a bunch of friends are having a lot of food and drinks, and the bear excuses himself; soon another one has to go, but finds the bathroom closed, and waits for his turn. And so, a line is formed as everyone wants to go but the bear doesn't come out...
  16. Laundry day today. I used to imagine what it would be like to have an accident on the bus ride home. There’s an old school bus seat in our yard and I finally got the opportunity to see what it looks like wet. 12D9E57F-B7C6-437D-B3AC-5EC6F9528390.MOV
  17. Dimwitrolo

    female Rainbow Rocket

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Something wrong? You gonna stop me?
  18. Sorry, this story turned out WAY longer than I intended. It’s the first one I’ve ever posted... let me know what you think! Two hours ago, 21 year old Matt tucked his dick back into his black boxer briefs feeling relieved. He was standing in the bathroom of his college apartment and had just finished taking a piss. He wanted to make sure he had emptied his bladder before zipping up into his Halloween costume- a green one of those spandex body suits. He and his three other roommates had decided the night before to each buy one in a different color for last minute costumes. They’d each cut small holes for their mouths, knowing the costume would be pointless if they couldn’t drink at the party while wearing them. Matt slipped his legs into his bodysuit, and got the zipper on the back up as high as he could before walking out of the bathroom to ask one of his roommates to finish zipping him up all the way. Over the last 2 hours, Matt, his roommates and a few friends had been pregaming at their apartment for a Halloween house party they’d be going to. Matt had drank 4 cans of beer and taken a few shots. As he was drinking his fifth beer, someone announced the Uber would be there in 2 minutes to take them to the party. At this moment, Matt felt a slight twinge of his bladder from the drinks he’d had, but figured it wasn’t worth all the hassle of having someone unzip him out of his bodysuit, especially since the Uber was so close. He downed his fifth beer and headed out to get in the Uber with this roommates & 2 other friends they were riding with. Once the Uber let them out, Matt felt another twinge from his bladder that he again ignored as they walked into a packed house party full of friends and strangers alike- all wearing costume much more exciting than his and his roommates. Matt and his roommates went immediately for the keg, and over the next 30 minutes Matt had drank a beer and a half before his bladder sent him another, more urgent signal. Despite the fact he was starting to feel drunk, he took this signal a little more seriously, but still did not feel like “breaking the seal” so early at the party. He gave his crotch a quick squeeze that he tried to disguise as a readjustment and kept drinking. After his 8th beer, Matt could no longer ignore his extremely full bladder. The pressure had grown more and more intense, and he knew that he’d need to find a bathroom very soon or there’d be trouble. After giving his dick a noticeably longer and tighter squeeze than before, Matt walked, bent forward ever so slightly, over to his roommates who’d been in the other corner of the room. Matt wondered if any of them were equally as desperate to pee as he was, as he hadn’t seen any of them stray from the room to empty their bladders. Just as he was analyzing his roommates for any sign of their own need to pee, a wave from his bursting bladder hit him and his hand flew to his crotch while his torso bent forward suddenly. Matt stood upright again, but kept his hand gripped over his crotch. The now constant touching of his crotch, was making his piss filled dick begin to grow. His bursting bladder was bad enough; the last thing he needed while wearing this tight bodysuit was a boner. Rather than ask any of his roommates if they needed to pee, Matt casually asked if any of them knew where the bathroom was. Thankfully, one his roommates, Tommy, did and he offered to show him. Upon hearing this, their roommate Greg shouted out, “Oh thank god! I’ve literally got to piss so fucking bad!!” Matt felt better that he wasn’t the only one, but that didn’t help the fact that he literally felt like he was going to piss his bodysuit. As they started to make their way through the crowd to get to the stairs to head up to the bathroom on the 2nd floor, their friend Jimmy who owned the house, came over and was quite insistent that the three roommates come to the other room to do a keg stand with them. Matt looked nervously at his other roommates, before telling Jimmy that he was sorry but that he had to piss really bad. Before anyone could react, Matt ran off to the stairs, semi-hard cock gripped in hand. Before Tommy or Greg had a chance to also share their need for the bathroom, Jimmy called Matt a pussy and dragged them by their body suits to do a keg stand. As Matt bounded up the steps to look for the bathroom, he kept his hand wrapped tightly around his now fully erect dick while muttering fuck around his breath. When he got to the second floor hallway he was relieved to see the bathroom line consisted of a group of 3 girls, and 2 other guys. Matt joined the line and tried not looking too desperate by letting go of his crotch. When Matt did this, his boner tented out his bodysuit so much that the last guy in line snickered when he saw it. The group of girls entered the bathroom, and Matt crossed his legs tightly and bent over. Both of the other guys in line took notice, but tried not to stare. Matt’s bladder had never been so full and he was starting to worry he wouldn’t make it. Just then, he felt another intense wave hit him, and he felt a jet of warm piss soak into his boxer briefs. He was back to holding his cock again, and was now rocking on his feet while he stood bent over and legs crossed. The girls finally exited the bathroom together, and as the next guy in line entered Matt felt another spurt of pee escape him. There was now a visible wet spot on his bodysuit. Upon seeing this, the guy in front of Matt told him he could go before him. 30 seconds later when Matt closed the bathroom door behind him, he realized he’d made a mistake of separating from his friends. He had no way to unzip his bodysuit to take his cock out! He starting groping at his back to try and get hold of the zipper, but all this movement was just causing him to send more and more spurts of piss into his increasingly wet boxer briefs. Just as Matt was about to give up and fully wet himself, he heard a frantic pounding at the door followed by 2 people shouting his name. He opened the door to see Tommy and Greg looking distressed and panicked. They’d raced back upstairs after being forced into a keg stand, having only added to their full bladders. For a brief instant, Matt was relieved to see he wasn’t the only one sporting a noticeable tent in his bodysuit. It was also then that Matt saw Greg had a basketball sized wet spot on his bodysuit white body suit. His blue briefs underneath were clearly visible. He was jumping from foot to foot and begging Matt or Tommy to unzip as he’d already started wetting while coming up the stairs. They both helped Tommy unzip as piss continued to gush into his body suit, and once free he whipped out his cock and continued in the toilet. Matt, who’s tented cock had also continued to leak into his briefs and bodysuit, then turned around for Tommy to unzip him. Tommy did so and Matt races to the toilet to finally get relief at last. As Matt and Greg stood emptying their bladders, Tommy stood nervously shifting foot to foot, while his piss filled boner twitched from the pressure. A loud knock came from the door, but Tommy sternly explained to the other 2 that no one else was getting in here until one of them unzipped him because he was about to piss himself. Greg finished peeing and went to unzip Tommy as the loud knocking pounded the door again. Greg finished unzipping Tommy’s suit, and Tommy managed to pull off and lower it just as a significant leak sprayed into his briefs. The three of them had finished taking their pisses and tried quickly to dry themselves up while more knocking came at the door. The accepted their fate of walking around the rest of the night with small piss stains. When they opened the door, they were shocked! It was their fourth roommate, Brandon, who hadn’t expressed a need to pee earlier despite looking nervous when the rest of them did. He stood there still stuck in his body suit which was already soaked down both legs, while a steady stream of piss continued to escape his bulging crotch. The four roommates decided the next day that whatever costumes they chose for next Halloween had to have a fly!
  19. wetchris

    So much for planning

    As an older guy I have suffered from bladder problems for a number of years. But just recently I have had to take medication which particularly in the mornings causes me to get desperate quickly. As a result if I am driving any distance I try to stick to a route where I know facilities will be at hand if I need them. Garages, fast food restaurants, public toilets etc. Last week I had a three hour journey to make and carefully planned things. I sometimes wear adult incontinence pads just in case but I find them bulky and uncomfortable and try not to. So on this day I just had briefs under my jeans. I had only been travelling half an hour when I quickly developed an urgent need to pee. But I wasn't too worried as I knew where some public toilets were next to a snack bar in a rest area. As I approached I noticed that the 'P' parking signs had been removed and to my horror I found that the toilets had been closed and huge sheets of metal covered the entrance doors. The desperation immediately intensified but I had no option but to drive on to my next "planned" stop. I knew of a garage that had toilets and it was only 20 minutes away. But it was an agonising drive that required me to squeeze myself through my jeans to hold it in. Even so a couple of bursts did escape and wet my briefs before I could make the garage. As I pulled up there was a sharp stabbing pain and this time I felt my self pissing into my underwear and onto my jeans before I could regain control. Thankfully I didn't lose complete control or I would have wet the seat. I hobbled into the garage only to find it was one unisex toilet that was already occupied. I just had to stand there, legs tight together and a constant grab of my penis through my already wet jeans to prevent a flood. Somehow I held on and managed to let the rest go in the toilet. Managed to get these pictures to record the event! Love pissing myself in the comfort of my own home but not in public!
  20. This story takes place while the events of Avengers Infinity War is going on. Captain Marvel had a mission to on the planet Nowhere, the crime rates have gone up since the Guardians Of The Galaxy was there. Carol wanted to change that, it is why she has been flying there, now her quest begins. She just made it but earlier she drank a lot of water and now she has to pee. Carol hoped that she could make it, she doesn’t like peeing herself as normal girl but it’s because she takes her job to seriously and doesn’t to be know as a little girl that wet herself, she’s also very powerful and being that strong and doesn’t want to fetish in front of strength. Now the Captain’s urge was becoming worse she could focus properly but she did manage to make it to Nowhere without any leaks. Marvel didn’t care about her mission she was so desperate now that she could wet herself in catching a thief or criminal, now that would be embarrassing for her but hot for the crooks. Nowhere’s public bathrooms are disgusting they are not cleaned and there’s always old diapers laying on the ground, that’s what the ladies toilets look but she never ever gone to the men’s in desperation if there’s no more room in the girl’s. She didn’t want to use the public restrooms because there filthy dirty, she thought to herself were would she be sleeping. She thought that she would buy a room in the best hotel in Nowhere. She ran in and luckily she didn’t have to wait, the lady who was serving her was amazed that the gorgeous Captain Marvel has entered. “Captain Marvel big fan what would you like?” “I’ll take the suite, please.” “The $1200 one?” “Yeah that one, oh wait I didn’t bring my wallet.” “Don’t worry I almost forgot that if you are a superhero you don’t pay for a room.” Carol gave her a smile and she wasn’t taking notice of her urge to pee. Just then the desperation kick in she was at the limit and if she didn’t go now then she would have an accident. She takes the keys and get in the lift and there is no one in there so Carol grabs her crotch like a little girl she is in dire need of a toilet. The lift gets to the third floor and must find room 2018 and she does she unlocks it and rushes to the bathroom. She is now frustrated that she can’t take off her suite the zipper at the back is stuck and just had a small leakage in her white panties. “Fuck! I’m already peeing myself.” She moans and groans for a bit the zipper moved a bit but enough for her to take it off. She feels another squirt of pee coming out she starts crying she’s not going to make it. She has to accept that she’s not gonna make it. She then starts peeing the rapid force that coming out is so warm and her crying stops, it looks like she’s enjoying it. Her whole pants has a nice big pee stain on it and probably her panties would be soaked, she didn’t bring spare clothes so she had wash it or be nude under her suit. She stopped peeing and loved it. She did not know why she didn’t like it at first, now she actually could take it off her zipper needs fixing and she went to the bed and was laying on it naked. She was very tired from yesterday when this guy only came robbing at night and at 11:00 o’clock she got him and took her 2 hours to get back to her ship, so Carol fell asleep on her bed. To Be Continued... To
  21. One memory I have from my childhood is of wetting my pants one day after school.I was around 10 years old and really had to go bad by the time school let out.I was about to burst on the bus ride home and on the walk home from the bus stop started to do a few short bursts in my pants.I was running home I had to go so bad.I got home only to find mom was not home and the door was locked.She had gone shopping when I was in school and would be home in a few minutes.The worst possible day for her not to be home.I wasnt going to ask the neighbors if I could use their bathroom.I can remember starting to lose all control about then and making a run for the garage so none of the other kids on the street would see me in wet pants or want to stop and talk as I was about to pee my pants.I was scared mom would be mad at me If I wet.I just made it to the garage then lost all control and couldnt fight it anymore.I just stood there and full force peed my pants.There I was standing there in my wet pants waiting for mom to get home and after half an hour she did get home and She wasnt even mad at me and even said sorry for being late getting home.Just one of several childhood memories.I will post more under this topic in the next few days.
  22. Alltheomorashi

    The Long Drive

    I didn’t really want to break this up into multiple posts so it is quite a long one hope you don’t mind hehe. As usual I have grown to really like these characters so let me know in the comments if you think I should write further installments. Enjoy! ******************************** Nina stood in front of the mirror in a white lace bra and matching lacy panties admiring her figure. Her big blue eyes scanned up and down her lean frame. It had taken months of hard work in the gym to get the summer body she had been dreaming of but it had paid off. She had always been proud of her c cup tits but now she could show off a toned ass and hourglass figure as well. It was a body built for bikinis but as the horn of her family’s sedan went off several times she was reminded of why exactly it was wasted. She was going off to college next year and her younger brother would be entering his senior year, but despite Nina’s insistence that, as a soon to be college freshman, she was far too adult to still go on the annual family road trip, her parents had insisted. To make matters worse, her brother had been allowed to bring one of his dorky friends along. While the rest of her friends were taking planes to exotic places, she was about to be stuck in a small car for hours to get to a small lake town in the middle of nowhere. “I hate my life,” she groaned into her reflection. She jumped when she heard a pounding at her door. It was her father, angry that she was delaying them getting on the road and complaining about hitting traffic. She groaned, pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail, and grabbed a pair of white leggings and a purple tank top. She pulled the clothes on and shortly afterwards her father was swinging the door open and telling her that her time was up. Meanwhile, in the car waiting below, Nina’s mother sat in the front seat tuning the radio while Nina’s brother Harry and his friend Calvin sat in the backseat waiting for the other two to return. “Thanks again for letting me come with Mrs. Johnson,” Calvin spoke up. “Oh it’s no problem sweetheart! We’re happy to have you,” Mrs. Johnson smiled as she continued to fiddle with the radio before finally settling on a station she liked. Calvin was filled with anticipation, and while his friend assumed it was anticipation of the trip in general, that was only partly true. Of course he was happy to be going on vacation with his best friend this summer but he was very excited to get to be with Nina. Calvin was not a particularly attractive guy. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, many girls had complimented him on the way his dark hair contrasted with his hazel eyes, he just paled in comparison to the jocks Nina typically associated with. His love of comic books and video games had branded him a nerd early in his high school years. Even once he filled out a little and wasn’t quite as gangly as he was his freshman year, he had been unable to shake the lack of popularity his reputation afforded him. So instead of going for Nina he had admired her from afar. But then he had become best friends with Harry, who told Calvin all about his horrible big sister who made fun of his glasses and mocked him when he wet the bed as a child. After hearing all the ways Nina had tormented Harry, any feelings Calvin had for her outside the purely sexual or lustful had faded. So yes he was excited for this trip because he would be with his best friend, but he was even more excited to ogle said friend’s sister for an entire summer. Mr. Johnson quickly dragged a pouting Nina outside, her bag in his other hand. He walked over and pointed at the backseat indicating for her to get in, then tossed her suitcase into the trunk with the rest. Nina slid into the backseat and found herself next to Calvin, who was seated in the middle, while Harry had the other window seat. Calvin greeted her but she just rolled her eyes, put her headphones in, and turned the music up so she wouldn’t have to pay any mind to the other people in her company. In the back of her mind she had a nagging feeling that she had forgotten something but she shrugged it away. The route to their lake house was as familiar to Mr. Johnson as the back of his hand after years and years of going down for every summer. It was to the point that he had the whole drive scheduled to a tee. There’s a rest stop a couple miles down once they pull onto the highway. They would stop there, run to the bathroom, grab snacks or anything else they wanted, and then get back on the road. After that there would be no more stops until they needed gas. This rule was strict with no exceptions unless it was an absolute emergency, and so far they had not needed to deviate from that schedule in years. Mr. Johnson was already annoyed since Nina had put them behind schedule with her tardiness, so he was determined to stick to the rest of his plan as perfectly as possible. When they pulled up at that first rest stop everyone got out of the car. Nina and Harry went to the convenience store while their parents and Calvin stopped at the bathroom. There was coffee available but cups needed to be bought from the counter so after considering for a moment Nina decided that she needed the coffee to deal with her family and gas station coffee was better than nothing. She approached the counter and was pleasantly surprised to discover that the cashier on duty was quite attractive. She began to flirt with him as her brother meandered around the store before finally grabbing a soda and taking it to the counter. He rolled his eyes at his sister’s antics, walking up just as the cashier handed her a cup. “Oh wait, this is a large, I asked for a small,” Nina corrected him. “Don’t worry about it, the upgrade is on me,” the cashier winked. Without thinking of the consequences, only the flattery, Nina happily accepted the cup and flounced off to fill it up. Harry rolled his eyes again, paid, and then went outside to find Calvin and his mother already inside and his father leaning impatiently against the car. “Where’s your sister?” his father asked. Harry shrugged, “she should be out soon,”. Sure enough, Nina sauntered out shortly afterwards, happily sipping on her discounted coffee. She started to head towards the bathroom but decided better of it. Her father was already mad at her for disrupting his so called schedule and she didn’t feel like hearing the lecture that would surely follow if she delayed them again. So instead of taking the chance to relieve herself Nina hopped in the car, and soon the group was back on the highway again. An hour went by and Nina had gone back to listening to music and sipped her coffee all the while. Harry had just launched into a rant about the Star Wars prequels that Calvin was all too familiar with so he took the opportunity to primarily shift his focus to Nina. His eyes raked over her fit body, appreciating the results of her gym time. He noticed that her legs were pressed together pretty tightly. His eyes darted from there to her coffee and his mind began to spin. You see, Calvin had at some point developed an affinity for girls desperate for a toilet. He had watched countless hours of footage of girls squirming trying desperately not to soak their panties with urine or fill them with shit or both! But he had never seen anything in real life. “Real girls around my age just don’t wet themselves anymore, let alone shit themselves,” he thought with a sigh. So he wrote off Nina’s body language as wishful thinking and went back to focusing on his conversation with Harry. Harry was rambling. He could tell he was rambling by the way Calvin was zoning out, but he couldn’t help it. He had finished the soda he bought at the rest stop shortly after buying it in the first place and it had ran right through him. Rambling helped him take his mind off his need to pee. His leg bounced slightly, truly it was a wonder Calvin hadn’t noticed and made comment. “He probably is just sparing my feelings,” Harry thought, but his need was getting worse now and he had to resist the temptation to bring one hand down to hold himself. Talking with Calvin helped for a while but soon even that was not a sufficient distraction. Nina regretted having that coffee. Only after finishing it did she realize what that nagging feeling telling her she had forgotten something had been about. She had forgotten to use the bathroom this morning before her dad barged into her room demanding she get in the car. Now all that coffee was filling her bladder and causing a stirring in her gut. She had made such a fuss about being too much of an adult for this trip. Between that and having already been the reason they were held up in the first place, she didn’t dare open her mouth to ask for another break. She pressed her thighs together tightly and adjusted herself in her chair under the guise of getting more comfortable in hopes of easing the pressure off her bladder. Another fifteen minutes passed and neither of the Johnson kids were in very good shape. Harry was now clenching his dick in one hand, applying pressure directly to the tip to prevent any from coming out and, as subtle as she was trying to be, even Nina had a hand in her crotch, although she was pretending it was just casually in her lap. Meanwhile Calvin, who was now certain that both Harry and Nina desperately needed to pee, was torn between feeling pity for his friend and arousal for his friend’s sister. He felt as if he couldn’t fully appreciate Nina’s desperation because of Harry’s. “Calvin you got to help me. I have to pee so bad but if I ask for a break my dad will be mad and I don’t know if I can make it anyway,” Harry finally admitted in a whisper. Calvin was almost shocked Harry would reveal that and once again felt torn between hoping they could stop so his friend could get relief and hoping they couldn’t so that Nina couldn’t. Suddenly he came up with an idea that both helped Harry and made things worse for Nina. Although not quite squirming yet, Nina’s need was starting to get serious. She had needed to tighten her grip on her crotch to prevent any potential leaks and now had crossed one leg over the other. The foot still on the ground was tapping anxiously as her bladder became more and more of a solid, warm weight in her abdomen. She had tried listening to music to help distract her but first “Umbrella” by Rihanna had come on and she had to hit skip because of all the rain talk. Then she had to skip again when “Singing in the Rain” popped up. When the sound of waterfalls came up, something she had added to her library for use when she had trouble sleeping, she had given up on the music and quickly yanked out her earbuds. She stared pointedly out the window, ignoring everyone else in the car to focus on her bladder and the slowly worsening stirring in her gut. Calvin bent down and rooted around the floor of the car in search of the discarded soda bottle that had gotten Harry into this mess in the first place. “Here just pee into this,” he said, passing the bottle to Harry. “No way! Mom and Dad would kill me,” Harry replied. “I’ll come up with a distraction” “Nina will point out what I’m doing.” “Trust me she won’t.” Harry looked at Calvin dubiously but having no other options he relented. Calvin suddenly leaned forward and said “Mrs. Johnson I love this song! Can you turn it up?” “Of course dear!” Mrs. Johnson sweetly replied, turning up the volume. Calvin then leaned back and nodded at Harry who quickly uncapped the bottle, whipped his dick out, and pointed it in the direction of the bottle opening. He heaved a sigh of relief as he released all the pent up urine from his aching bladder. Calvin’s music idea did the trick and Harry’s parents were unaware of his actions, but Nina was very much aware. Just as Calvin suspected she was speechless. She couldn’t help but stare as her brother pissed into the bottle and look at his euphoric, relaxed expression in envy. Watching him fill the bottle caused her bladder to briefly contract, a short spurt of pee forcing its way out of her to wet her panties a bit. She uncrossed her legs, the top leg was too close to her abdomen and had only been applying additional pressure to her already straining bladder, but she immediately dug both hands into her crotch to compensate. She became aware of eyes on her so she nervously turned her head to look at Harry and Calvin. By the time Nina had finished switching positions Harry had finished peeing, capped the bottle, and tucked himself back into his pants and boxers. But now he and Calvin could both see her in what was blatantly an attempt to hold back a full bladder. When Harry spotted her his mouth stretched into a Cheshire Cat grin. He knew she would be fine but seeing her embarrassed reaction at having been caught so obviously desperate was enough to make him happy. Calvin, on the other hand, was enjoying this for an entirely different reason. He was thankful that Harry was focused on Nina because it gave him an opportunity to quickly adjust himself as he grew hard. Here was this gorgeous woman sandwiched next to him, so close their thighs were touching, and she had a full bladder. It was a fantasy come to life and although he knew their next scheduled stop was only about five minutes away and Nina would likely make it to the bathroom with nothing worse than damp panties, he still was ecstatic. Nina took solace in the fact that she recognized where they were on the highway. They had left suburbia far behind them and were surrounded by trees on either side. If she weren’t so distracted by her bursting bladder and increasingly full bowels she would admire the view. “Just five minutes until Dad usually stops for gas,” she chanted in her head like a mantra. Suddenly she noticed that the car was slowing down. She anxiously looked outside only to discover that the highway had backed up. A quick check of the clock revealed it was rush hour. Her father groaned in the front seat. “This is why we stick to the schedule!” he said throwing up his hands in frustration. Harry was giddy that her relief would be further delayed but his excitement could not hold a candle to Calvin’s. This was more than he could have hoped for. Just knowing she had to pee had been enough but this, seeing her bursting, was a blessing. Calvin didn’t know if videos would ever satisfy him again know that he had been this up close and personal with a super hot girl who looked on the verge of wetting herself. “She probably is going to have a decent sized wet patch by the time she gets out of the car and can go to the bathroom,” Calvin thought, his eyes bouncing back and forth between her distressed face and where her hands were still buried in her crotch. Nina was about to burst. With all the traffic they were moving a fraction of the speed they usually would, doing about twenty where they usually would be doing seventy. Although she would usually be mortified to result to such childish means of holding it, she bounced and squirmed around as much as she could in her seat considering she still had Calvin boxing her in one side and was confined by the seatbelt. Suddenly she got a bit more still, squirming in just one spot and hunched over instead of bouncing all over the seat. She felt a small bit leak out. Then a larger spurt. Calvin and Harry watched intently as Nina hunched over, both their gazes going towards her crotch. There was an audible hiss for a moment and then it was cut off. It started back up again, for longer this time, and this time a visible wet patch appeared around Nina’s hands before she could cut off the leak. “Nina’s pissing herself!” Harry gleefully announced. “What!” Mr. and Mrs. Johnson both exclaimed at once. Mr. Johnson muttered “Jesus Christ,” under his breath, knowing he could do nothing and needed to keep his attention on the road, while Mrs. Johnson frantically felt around until she found a towel. She shoved it towards Nina saying “put this underneath you,” but Nina shook her head. “N...no I’m fine!” she insisted, in denial that she was about to piss herself, despite being nineteen years old, in front of her eighteen year old brother and his friend. Mrs. Johnson rolled her eyes and shoved the towel into Calvin’s hands, nodding her head in Nina’s direction. Calvin nodded his understanding. “Lift up Nina,” he said lowly but firmly. Nina obediently lifted her butt off the seat so Calvin could shove the towel beneath her and then promptly sat back down. “Hang on the traffic has eased up,” Mr. Johnson said gruffly, as he quickly sped up in hopes of getting to the gas station before his daughter could embarrass herself any further. Unfortunately for Nina it was too late. With a whimper her bladder gave out and piss rushed out of her urethra, past her tired sphincter, to spray into her nice white panties and leggings. The wet patch quickly grew to Nina’s horror, Harry’s amusement, and Calvin’s pleasure. Her leggings went transparent and slightly yellow in a wide arc originating from her crotch and radiating outwards across her thighs. By the time her flow stopped, she had almost completely soaked the towel beneath her and had absolutely drenched her panties and leggings. It was absolutely unmistakable what she had done. “You can slow down now Dad, she already completely pissed herself,” Harry laughed as Nina trembled, her face burning red with shame and embarrassment. Calvin could not believe his luck. Soon afterward Mr. Johnson pulled into the gas station next to a pump. Immediately he turned and began to lecture Nina on how she was far too old to be behaving this way. She sat through the whole lecture head bowed in shame and when it was finally over he climbed out of the car to pump the gas and she reached for the door handle to leave. There were still her bowels to be taken care of. Now that she no longer had to worry about her bladder she was really realizing how badly she needed to relieve that as well. “You really want to go out there so everyone at the gas station can see you in your pissy pants?” Harry taunted her. “Harry, stop that!” his mother admonished but she then turned back to Nina. “He has a point though Nina. You should stay here. Honestly dear you are too old to be having accidents and frankly if you cannot hold it like a big girl then perhaps you should sit in your wet clothes as a lesson,” her mother concluded before turning back around. Calvin was dying. His dick was straining to be released and weeping precum into his boxers. Not only had one of the sexiest girls he had ever seen just pissed herself in front of him but she was going to sit in her wet clothes next to him for another hour or so at least! The fact it was poetic justice for his best friend was the cherry on top. “Can you let me out Harry? I want to run to the bathroom,” Calvin asked. “Sure dude,” Harry responded, climbing out of the car to let him out. As Calvin speed walked to the restrooms, he dimly heard Mrs. Johnson say, “see how the big kid lets people know beforehand he has to go so he doesn’t have an accident,”. Hearing the phrase only spurred him on more. The minute he got to the bathroom he slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. He leaned back against it, quickly undid the button and fly of his jeans and then shoved his hand down his boxers to get a grip on his achingly hard member. He moaned then quickly pushed his jeans and boxers down to mid thigh with his free hand as he began jacking himself off with the other. It didn’t take long before he was orgasming so hard he saw stars, his cum splattering on the floor of the gas station bathroom. He quickly pulled back up his underwear and pants, cleaned up his mess, washed his hands, and then went back to the car as if nothing had happened. So they got back onto the road. Everyone in the car assumed that Nina’s accident was the most excitement they were going to get on this car ride. Everyone except Nina who knew that the growing discomfort in her gut only spelled bad news. “Why the hell did I drink so much coffee when we got on the road?” she thought, internally cursing her past self. Her bowels were growing angry and impatient, ready to release a load she had been carrying since yesterday. “I should have gone before we left or even at that first rest stop, then I wouldn’t be in this mess!” she thought, incredibly self conscious. The pressure was slowly mounting and Nina was seriously concerned that she may not make it to the lake house and in her current state, in clothes soaked in her own piss, she definitely didn’t want to request another bathroom break. Calvin had been sneaking glances at Nina even more since she wet herself, which meant he was rather attuned to her body language. Initially he assumed her occasional shifting was because of the discomfort of wearing wet clothing but now he was starting to suspect a different culprit. “No- there is no way I am getting this lucky in one day,” he thought in disbelief as he began to notice subtle signs that Nina may just need to take a shit. The more time wore, on the more convinced Calvin became. Nina was rocking a little bit, her hand subconsciously rubbing her gut in an attempt to soothe it, and she was clearly clenching her lower body. There was no doubt about it, Nina desperately needed to go poop. It was only a matter of whether Calvin would get lucky enough to witness Nina have another accident or not. The pain and cramping in her abdomen was getting more intense and Nina could feel her load desperately trying to escape. She began to grind her ass back into the seat for additional pressure but each grind would result in some of the piss in the towel rising to the surface again. The constant reminder that she had just had an accident was not helping at all in her struggle to avoid another. Finally her father merged off the highway onto one of the small town roads and then soon after he merged to an even smaller road surrounded by trees on either side. The paving was rough and uneven, making for an equally rough ride, and each vibration was like a dagger in her gut. Nina could feel a bit starting to peek out of her straining hole and prayed that she could hold out just a little longer. Calvin couldn’t get enough of the show. Harry had decided to save up his material for teasing his sister and was giving her a break for now. He was staring out his window, but Calvin was transfixed. Every little sign of her desperation, from her clenched fists in her lap to her constant shifting in the seat, turned him on. He thought it couldn’t get any more perfect until suddenly it did. As he was watching Nina so intently he noticed her suddenly look out the window, face burning red. When his eyes shifted lower he saw she was leaned so her weight was resting on her window side hip and her ass was lifted off the seat. To the inattentive it may seem like she was simply leaning closer to the window but Calvin knew better. “No way. No way!” Calvin thought excitedly. Sure enough, a brown bulge was beginning to form in the back of Nina’s leggings. Nina could not believe it. Peeing herself had been bad enough but this was a whole new low. It felt like an out of body experience, like she was watching from above as she shifted her weight and felt log after log of shit force its way past her tired asshole and into her nice white panties. The flimsy things of course could hardly contain the massive mess Nina was filling them with so it didn’t take long for her shit to snake into the leggings themselves, staining the material brown and forming a bulge there. Harry recognized one of the landmarks outside his window and excitedly turned to announce “we’re only five minutes away now!” He stopped though when he saw Calvin’s expression. He then followed Calvin’s gaze to Nina, who was still shitting herself, and muttered a quiet “oh my god,” then, as he recovered from the shock announced far louder “Oh my god Nina is shitting herself!” Her parents were in disbelief. There was no way their college bound daughter was shitting herself in the backseat. So Mr. Johnson quickly pulled over, threw the car in neutral, and then he and his wife both turned around to see for themselves. Sure enough, Nina hadn’t quite finished yet and so they, as well as the rest of the car’s occupants, watched as the stain and bulge continued to grow for another couple minutes. When Nina finally stopped the car went silent. “Nina sit down,” her father finally said quietly. “But Dad...” she started, “I said sit down!” he interrupted her. She whimpered and nodded. She took a minute to gather herself and then obediently sat back down, wincing as doing so squished the mess against her and caused the stain to spread further. The rest of the ride was quiet as Nina stewed in her embarrassment, Harry texted his other friends about what had happened, their parents fumed and wondered how to deal with their daughter, and Calvin tried to will down his near painful erection. When they finally arrived at the house, the whole group climbed out of the car. While everyone else stretched their limbs, Nina fidgeted nervously, not quite knowing what to do until her parents unlocked the door to the house. Her father walked to the door and unlocked it then turned back to her. “Go get cleaned up,” he sighed. She nodded and scampered into the house. Calvin stared at her leggings, inspecting the damage as she went. The entire butt area of her white leggings were stained brown and the piss stains were a wide arc covering most of her thighs as well. “I can’t believe this! I am going to make sure she never forgets this!” Harry said triumphantly, clapping Calvin on the shoulder. “I certainly won’t forget,” Calvin thought, already thinking of how this would fit into his next masturbation session even as his friend walked with him into the house.
  23. Finally, after about two months of on/off working, and multiple stalls on exactly how to go through with it, I got the Milovana tease published and ready to use! The game's first part is dedicated to getting you ready to wet. you'll be holding for a while, with plenty of games, videos, tasks, and chores to keep your desperation climbing until you're ready to burst. The next portion will be strictly dealing with how to dispose of your newfound emergency! You'll be wetting and drinking for a short time. I was going to add more tasks, but didn't want to stray too far into odd territory, as I may be into things that others aren't, and vice versa. Here is the link to the new game: https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=40636 If you decide to play, please leave your story, feedback, or suggestions below! I would love to hear some of the stories that arise from this little game 😉 I am so happy to FINALLY be sharing this with the community that sparked my interest in wanting to make this game in the first place. Cheers! 😄
  24. Xx4evRockerxX

    Last Family Trip

    23 year old Rebecca (Bex, as everyone called her) took her place in the back seat of the family four-door. That car sure had seen better days, but it was still as reliable as ever. And a good car to put the many miles they were about to travel onto. On the other side of the back seat, her 19 year old sister Avery sat, already buckled in and making herself comfortable. She had broken her ankle just a few days ago in an alleged skinny dipping incident. The details were unclear other than the family was awoken to an unpleasant phone call a little after midnight from the hospital. She had a pair of crutches next to her, and a casted foot resting up on the back of the driver’s seat. She was engrossed in a texting spree conversation with someone, probably the next boy of the month. May mercy keep his soul safe. Their mother Patricia (Patty) was making her way out, arms filled with bags of snacks, spare clothes, her huge purse, and who knows what else. “Did you two remember to leave an extra pair of clothes out in case you spill something?” ”Yes,” they replied in unison and monotone. “And you packed enough for the entire trip, plus extra?” ”Yes.” ”And you both used the bathroom before getting in? You know it’s going to be a few hours before our first stop. Better to get some real miles in while we’re fresh,” Patty continued. Once again, the pair replied “yes”, but this time, it wasn’t entirely truthful. Bex had A bad habit of holding her bladder. More specifically, she was in the routine of holding her bladder until she could go somewhere other than a toilet. She’d picked up this interest years ago, in High School. At first, it was an absentminded hobby she’d read about somewhere online, some forum she had stumbled across, and found it interesting enough to try. After a few weeks, she was hooked. She didn’t pay much attention, but she could probably count the number of times she had allowed herself to pee in an actual toilet in the past year on one hand. It didn’t happen very often, and only in outstanding situations. Today was no different for her. She let herself release her morning wee in the shower, like most mornings, and went on with getting ready, throwing on a cute pair of skimpy panties. She knew no one would see them, but she always felt a little more secure when she knew she looked good. So while yes, she did use the bathroom before getting in the car, her mother didn’t need to know she went two before getting in. Avery, on the other hand, was completely truthful in her answer. With the broken ankle, getting out of the car, especially from the backseat took some time and effort. She was determined to do so as few times as possible during this trip. Accordingly, she had her morning wee the moment she woke up, while Bex was in the shower. She then proceeded to skip every liquid available during breakfast, choosing only a dry bagel. After getting ready, and just before heading outside, she allowed herself a few minutes to sit on the toilet. She peed a short, weak stream, it continued to sit there. She squeezed with her pelvic muscles. She pushed physically on her bladder with her hands. She tried coughing. Anything to get every last little bit out. All told, she was able to empty another dribble and a few random drops. Each and every one of those drops though, were important to her. They could make a world of difference hours from now. She also placed one of her pads in her underwear (an older pair of booty cut, blue and yellow polka dot), as well as sprinkling a little baby powder in there. She was prescribed some pain meds for her ankle, and while she wasn’t fond of how zoned-out they made her feel, she had to take one today. She knew she wouldn’t be able to move around or stretch, which meant she would quickly start hurting. The zoned feeling wasn’t the only side effect she noticed. She also found it very difficult to tell when she had a full bladder, and noticed she would lose a squirt or two just from standing up, or changing position too quickly, only to then have to rush to the bathroom to unleash a torrent. She hadn’t gone out into public since her accident, so this hadn’t been a particular issue. But with her entire family squeezed into a few square feet of the car, she wanted to be safe. Thus, the pad and powder were a small insurance policy, she thought to herself as she wiped. While the girls both had their bladder situation and plans in place, Patty briefly thought about her own. At 58, she was no longer a spring chicken, and her body reacted accordingly. After 2 pregnancies, 2 births, and 2 recoveries, her pelvic muscles, heck, her whole lower abdominal muscles and tissues were not comparable to what they were 25 years ago. At one time, she could go all day, being out and about without a second thought towards her bodily functions. She could hold off until there was enough wee inside her to write her entire name, first and last name, in the snow (with some difficulty, of course. But she was able to do it, nonetheless). She hadn’t tried since before Bex’s birth, but she figured best case, she could hold enough to spell out “Pa” in the snow now. She could no longer, cough, sneeze, laugh, or really have any change in emotion whatsoever without losing a little (or sometimes big) dribble. She also had to find a toilet roughly every two hours. She could hold longer, she was sure. But that 2 hour mark is where it became uncomfortable, and she would often find herself focusing more on not wetting herself, rather than whatever task was at hand. Similarly to Avery, she had skipped most fluids at breakfast this morning, and made it a point to sit down on the toilet for a few minutes and try no less than 3 times since waking up. She also had a bit of a secret. Roger, her husband and the girls’ father knew about, but Bex and Avery were in the dark on the matter, where they belonged. Several years ago, after a particularly close call at a large family gathering in which she had to spend the last hour of the event without panties because they were so wet, Patty looked into getting absorbent underwear. They looked similar enough to real underwear (not sexy underwear, but still), and didn’t bulge out like an actual diaper. Since she couldn’t hold a huge amount anyway, they were perfect. She didn’t wear them everyday. Often, she would go a month or more without needing them. But she made a point to wear them on special occasions or if she was anticipating being away from a bathroom for an extended time. Both of which applied to today. She was wearing a pair of jeans to mask the small amount of crinkling from the more plastic crotch area. She made sure to bring a few spares in her large purse as well. That was the only way she could be sure they wouldn’t be discovered by her daughters. Roger was the last out the door, carrying a large cooler stuffed to the brim with waters, juices, and an assortment of other road beverages. Silently, all three women thought in unison, “Typical male.” As they set off from their house, Avery put her headphones in and continued the intense conversation on her phone. Patty started monologuing in Roger’s direction. She considering it a conversation, he thought of it as background conversation, similarly to listening to the radio. He cracked open the first water, downing part of it before they’d even left the town. Bex laughed for a second to herself as she pictured her father pretending he was sipping an adult beverage on a beach. A few miles later, Bex pulled out a new book she had recently bought, a fantasy action romance. She finished the last final of her college career last week and was excited to return to reading for entertainment, rather than necessity. She had always enjoyed reading when she was growing up, but school somehow found a way to make her lose interest in it. Bex quickly found herself lost in the book. It was everything she was hoping it would be, and more - filled to the brim with action as she turned page after page. Hot characters that took great pleasure out of seductively teasing each other. The sexy, but wildly inappropriate make out scenes at various climatic moments. She was hooked from page 2. Making her way through the chapters, she reached a scene that brought her attention back to reality. In the book, there were two characters forced together by fate, but also hormones, that were taken hostage by an overbearing government organization in a post-disaster country and brought to an imprisonment camp. While getting their feet under them and familiarizing themselves with their new home, the male character mentioned that he needed the loo as he hadn’t gone since before they were captured. The female character almost too quickly agreed. Before Bex read further, she blinked a few times and pulled herself out of the book. Next to her, Avery was hard asleep, appearing to have been so for some time, her phone falling to the floor. Bex figured Avery had probably one of her pain meds before they left. She noticed two empty water bottles on the floor, next to Avery’s phone, and an open juice bottle in the front cup holder. Her mother was still talking at her father, but had slowed her pace. What she didn’t know, was Patty was starting to get a very dry mouth from skimping on the fluids. Her father though, had no problem downing a swig of the juice. Bex sat up straight to stretch her back a bit, and noticed a new heaviness in her belly she hadn’t felt before. Of knew immediately what it was, of course. She had to pee. Nothing urgent or desperate, and she certainly wasn’t in imminent danger of losing control. But it was there - a decent and constant need now that she noticed it. She wondered how long they’d been driving. Looking at her phone, she realized they had been driving almost 4 hours. She was lost in a fantastic and romantic and amazing world of her book for 4 hours. Which also meant it was roughly 6 hours since her bladder had seen any relief. And now she had to pee. During a short pause in speech from her mother, Bex interjected, “Any thoughts on a stretch break in the near future?” Her father was quick and sharp to answer, “Probably not for another 100 miles or so. I’d like to get there before dark and we left a little later than I would’ve liked.” Patty was a little softer as she asked, “Are you okay back there for that long? Are you hungry or thirsty? I brought snacks and the cooler is right there.” ”No, I’m okay, just feeling a little cramped,” Bex answered. 100 miles. At highway speed, that would be around two more hours. Bex didn’t wonder if she could hold it that long she knew she could she hadn’t drank very much today, and had certainly held it for longer. It was more a question of how comfortably she could hold it that long, and how obvious she might become about her need. She was also a little concerned about how she would relieve herself once they finally did pull off to a rest stop. Sure, she could pee into one of the toilets. She was sure they would have plenty at wherever they stopped. But that wasn’t fun. If they stopped at somewhere a little less populated, she could go into the bathroom with her mother and sister, pretend to go, and then say she needed a bit of a walk to stretch and clear her head, but in reality find a nice bush or tree in need of watering. If, however, they pulled into one of those mega stops on the side of the highway, she would have to get a little more creative. She thought about it for a few minutes, but was having a difficult time coming up with a viable plan that offered her secluded relief, without too high a risk of being caught. She bookmarked it in her mind and went back to reading. She had a few hours to think up a solution, after all. In the front seat, Patty was having a different experience. While Bex was having no problems holding on, and had no intention of using a toilet at their stop, Patty was deeply concerned. She was alright for the first two hours. Much to her pleasant surprise, cutting fluids had really helped. But as hour three stretched on, she had a harder and harder time. She had leaked already. Several times. Only to have the need return almost immediately. She was fairly confident in her absorbent underwear’s ability to manage and contain leaks (she had really put them to the test a few years ago during Midnight Mass at church on Christmas), but she had never actually fully wet a pair. She knew when she first started wearing them there would come a day when she wouldn’t be able to hold it, when she would either have to let go, or wouldn’t be given a choice in letting, and would properly flood them. She had always hoped this was still years away, but as they drove on, she was becoming more and more worried today would be that day. Could they hold her whole bladder? She desperately hoped not to find out. Bex got through the scene in her book where the characters sought, then found their relief. It went into a little more detail about said relief than she would have preferred at the moment given her own need, but she was okay. Normally, she would have deeply enjoyed this part of the story, just not at the moment. Once through it though, she found herself once again flipping through pages as plot twist after surprise kept her attention. She crossed her legs, and fell back into the world of the story. Several chapters, and at least 50 miles later, Roger slowed down as they reached a construction zone. The car hit a large bump in the road where they were preparing to pave. Bex had no recollection of making any noise or gasping, but she must have as Patty asked, “Are you okay, honey?” ”Yeah, just, uh, just startled me is all,” She lied. In actuality, it did startle her, but the sudden jump up, then back down with force of her bladder startled her more. She properly needed to pee now. To the point where using an actual toilet was making its way to the top five options she was considering of ways to relieve herself. It was time to make something happen. ”Actually, I could use with a quick bathroom trip as well as that stretch break soon,” Bex said, trying to downplay the need to pee part, and focus on the desire to stretch part. Unfortunately, Patty heard the request the exact opposite way, fitting some of her own need into the equation as she said, “Oh Honey, you should’ve said so if you needed to go to the bathroom sooner. Can you hold it? Do you need us to pull over now? I’m so sorry you have to pee so badly.” The offer to be allowed to pop a squat on the side of the highway intrigued her, and she tucked that bit of info away for another day, another situation. For now, she said, “Ma, I’m okay, really. I barely even need to go. Like not even at all. I just figured I would go as long as we were stopping anyway. I’m good for a while longer though.” Patty, her full and weak bladder, and her ever filling up undergarments we’re having no part of that. “Roger, place you see, anywhere you see, we’re pulling over.” ”Really, Mom, it’s not a big deal,” Bex reiterated. ”We’re stopping,” Patty relied in her mom voice. The conversation was over, and everyone except a still passed out Avery knew it. 5 minutes later, Roger steered the vehicle off an exit ramp toward one of the mega stops Bex wasn’t a fan of. They probably had 20 toilets in their bathroom, but Bex was really racking her brain, trying to figure out some way she could pee somewhere else without her parents, or anyone at the stop really, seeing her. “Should we wake her up?” Bex asked about Avery when they pulled into a parking spot. ”Let her sleep, we’ll be stopping more frequently now anyway to walk around get the blood flowing,” Patty said, already out of the passenger’s seat. She could feel the heaviness of her wet underwear. She couldn’t be sure, but she fully believed they wouldn’t be able to hold more than another squirt or two. She was even more confident her bladder needed to empty itself fully in the immediate future. Patty on the verge of wetting her already soaked absorbent underwear, Bex struggling to figure out how to empty her pleasantly full bladder somewhere that isn’t a toilet, and Avery bound to eventually wake up in a rather dire situation - sounds like Part 2 is likely to be something special. 😁
  25. Hey, There was a great channel acccessible via VK.com under that name, and it's now asking to become part of the group? I was hoping someone else in this fountain of knowledge knew about & could help point out how to join as it had incredible videos!! Thanks