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  1. "Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).
  2. Audrey loved flying as a kid. It meant the start of an exciting new trip and things such as breakfast at the airport and waking up at weird hours of the night to catch their early morning flight just added to the experience. As a 22 year old college student, most of those thoughts still rang true, on the departure trip anyway. By her return flight, she was exhausted and just wanted to get home as fast as possible. Audrey found herself at a busy airport waiting on her return flight alongside her sister, Katie. Both girls were on their way back to Goldwood for the start of the spring semester. Christmas and New Years had been nice, but their time as guests had run its course and Audrey was definitely ready to get away from her parents. And Katie. When Katie first told Audrey she was also committing to Goldwood College, Audrey laughed thinking it was a joke. They butted heads constantly and Audrey assumed she would take college as her opportunity to branch out of her older sister’s shadow. Katie explained that she originally had planned on it, but a sizable biochemistry scholarship said otherwise. Goldwood College did have a great program for that after all. The result led to very different sisters waiting for the same plane. Audrey wore her favorite black hoodie and tweaked her Spotify playlist while Katie sat working on an adult coloring book in a pink blouse and white jeans while her blonde hair was tied back. Audrey’s phone buzzed and Katie sighed having received the same message. Their flight was pushed back an hour. She was almost certain that would happen given the winter weather in Goldwood, but their Dad insisted on dropping them off at the airport two and a half hours early no matter what. “Want to get coffee to pass the time?” Audrey asked. “Sure!” Katie said. The line at the airport’s Dunkin Donuts was long, but there was plenty of time to kill so neither sister minded. They were in an atrium of sorts with plenty of plants and an indoor fountain which made for interesting scenery. 11:00 hit and the fountain turned off momentarily before shooting a spout of water high up in the air as some sort of hourly feature. By the time the fountain returned to normal, Audrey felt a twinge in her bladder. They’d been at the airport for several hours, so she made a note to pee after she was done with her coffee. In line, she saw Katie swaying from side to side. Perhaps she needed to go as well. By the time Audrey reached the counter, their flight was delayed an extra half hour so she opted to get a 24 oz. iced coffee and sip on that for the next hour. Katie bought one the same size and they headed to find a table at the food court. “This thing is massive, and I love it,” Katie said. “But first I think I’m going to go make room.” She set her drink down and headed off looking for a bathroom confirming Audrey’s suspicions. Given Katie’s history it wasn’t surprising. The younger sister had a bedwetting problem well into her teenage years was always the first person to pee at the movies or on family road trips. Audrey and her friends had made fun of her once when she was 16 and Katie was 14, but she genuinely felt awful afterwards and was happy once Katie finally got over it. Audrey in contrast had been blessed with a large bladder, yet cursed by being incredibly pee shy. Back when she worked her seasonal Halloween job, she’d routinely held her pee for entire shifts. She would’ve gotten away with it, if not for a fateful Halloween night where she drank two water bottles and conceded to wetting her pants after four hours of holding. Katie reappeared about ten minutes later. “Long line in there.” Audrey frowned at that news. “I was going to wait till I finished this, but I guess I’ll go now just in case.” “Smart planning,” Katie said. Audrey grinned. “That’s why I wasn’t the one in diapers for my fifteenth birthday.” “Rude!” Katie said. “In fact, I hope the line is so long that you pee your pants waiting.” Audrey sarcastically held up heart hands as she made her way to the bathroom. Her sister certainly wasn’t lying about the line. After about a third of her coffee, she was incredibly desperate and hopped from foot to foot in a line of ten adult women and a few kids. There were four stalls in the bathroom with one in use by someone who had to do more than pee based on the time taken. Two of the women in front of Audrey were perhaps even more desperate than she was. The first was an African American girl around her age with curly hair. She tapped her foot both very fast and very loud. As Audrey squirmed in line, her own tapping foot eventually synched up. Both Audrey and the other girl blushed as a girl who looked around five declared “they have to pee pee just like Mommy.” The little girl’s mother was a brunette with glasses who looked roughly in her late twenties or early thirties. Her legs were knotted and her hands pressed against her stomach when they weren’t hanging onto her kid. Her daughter eventually broke her grip and ran off to the paper towel dispenser. It was a apparently her first encounter with a motion sensor dispenser and she waved her arms to send out about five paper towels her mother ran out and grabbed her. As the woman bent down to pick up her daughter’s mess, Audrey caught a glance of white fabric. For a moment she thought it was a diaper, but she recognized it as one of those incontinence pads she saw on TV. She wondered if the pad was already damp. Audrey wound up wishing she had a protective pad of her own as the line continued to drag. A second stall was filled up by someone pooping and Audrey, the curly haired girl, and the young mom all squirmed in line. The curly haired girl had stopped tapping her foot in effort to keep her jeans dry. That appeared to be going well until Audrey heard her gasp. She looked over and saw a small stain at the crotch of her jeans. Seeing that seemed to inspire Audrey’s own bladder to leak. She panicked for a few seconds until she got her stream under control. A stall opened and the curly haired girl dashed past the three people in front of her and slammed it shut. Having seen her desperation none of the women in front of her were even that mad. “Excuse me, can I go in front of you?” the young mother asked Audrey. Audrey froze for a few seconds trying to politely tell her that she was desperate herself, but caved after a few desperate pleas. The brunette thanked her profusely and good willed strangers let her be next in line. Just when it looked like she was in the clear, the flush of a toilet was the last straw. The woman’s knees buckled and pee came gushing out. She tried to stem the flow but it did no good and comments from her daughter about “Mommy needs diapers” only embarrassed her further. As another spurt burst out of Audrey, she wondered what it felt like in the other woman’s shoes. She’d come prepared, but not prepared enough. Her pad had to be drenched after making its last stand. Had she been in any other predicament, Audrey would’ve gone to comfort her. Audrey finally bit the bullet and tried to move up in line. Two women let her past while the third said “Sorry two is enough and I’ve got to go.” Fair. Now that her desperation was known, Audrey had no reason to care about modesty. She was full on dancing by the time a stall opened for her. She yanked down her leggings and raced to the toilet. She couldn’t fully pull her panties down in time and they took part of the spray as a result. She sat on the bowl and threw her head back in exhaustion. She’d mostly made it. The fewer questions Katie asked, the better. After dabbing her pants and panties with toilet paper, she washed her hands as thoroughly as possible and left the bathroom. Katie was at the same table blissfully unaware of the hell her sister just went through. Their flight got pushed back another 30 minutes and both sisters relaxed at the food court enjoying their coffee. Forty-five minutes passed. Katie went to the bathroom again and Audrey was beginning to consider going a second time if she found better line luck. Audrey’s phone buzzed suddenly. Their flight hadn’t been delayed as long as the app expected and would board in five minutes! Katie came out a few minutes later. “Long line that time?” Audrey asked. “Oh not too bad,” Katie said. “Good. Guess I’ll just wait to go again during the flight at this point,” Audrey said. All passengers for the flight boarded smoothly. Katie sat by the window, Audrey took the middle seat and a middle aged man sat on the aisle seat across from his wife and two kids. Audrey was beginning to idly flip through bad airline TV when the pilot’s voice rang over the intercom. “Attention passengers. We are experiencing high wind delays. Expect to stay on the ground for about fifteen more minutes,” he said. Fifteen minutes inevitably turned into thirty and the remainder of Audrey’s coffee began to nag her. Just as she contemplated asking the man beside her to let her out, the delay was lifted and the plane began to move. She turned to Katie as the fasten seatbelt sign came on. Her sister was grimacing with legs tightly crossed. “Are you okay?” Audrey whispered. Katie shook her head. “I didn’t get a chance to pee that second time. The line was too long and I was scared to miss boarding.” “Oh no,” Audrey said. “You drank that huge coffee and haven’t gone in about…” “Two hours,” Katie whispered. “Well if it makes you feel any better, I have to go too,” Audrey said. Katie took a deep breath. “Well, this flight is about to get interesting.” Audrey nodded as the plane rocketed down the runaway and eventually took flight. Her ears popped and her bladder filled while the fasten seatbelt sign taunted them overhead.
  3. The bully is Akuma and the other classmate is Tyler Everyone was in class and this is the teacher the chooses favorites. Tyler is one of the favorites buy Akuma isn't. It was around 11:30am and class ends at 12:40, the teacher passed around a test and Tyler sits right next to Akuma. At 11:58, Akuma started kicking Tyler's leg alot and has the most teary eyes he's ever seen. Tyler was a bit conserned so he just let Akuma kick his leg to get rid of the stress. 12:00 Tyler felt something on his shoulder, he looked over and it's Akuma laying on his shoulder looking in pain and tired. A few seconds later, Akuma raised his hand "teacher.......can I-" "AKUMA, DON'T TALK TO ME UNLESS YOU'RE REALLY HURT. SIT DOWN AND DO YOUR TEST!" Akuma put his hand down and held himself so badly, that it looked like he was about to start drawing blood. A while passes by and it's around 12:15 when Tyler heard people laughing and sound of piss was sound close. Tyler looked at Akuma and his face was so red that Tyler couldn't tell if it was him or a balloon. He looked down to see why people are laughing and recording, then realizes that Akuma was pissing himself and it was overflowing the chair and his pants that were white, are fully yellow now. Everyone is laughing and recording* Teacher: Why didn't you say you needed to go!? You're staying here until you clean the mess and you have 3 hours detention! Before Tryler knew it, Akuma ran out and everyone was posting the video over the internet. Tyler ran after Akuma and couldn't find him. After a bit of looking, he goes to the abandon bathroom in the basement and he hears crying from the last stall. Tyler goes over and knocks on the door "Akuma?" "SCREW OFF TYLER!" "Hey, can I come inside....." "NO BECAUSE YOU'RE GONNA BE LAUGHING AT ME TO" "No I'm not....Please, if you let me in, I can stay here with you until you need to go home" A minute past by and he hears the door unlock. Tyler walks inside and sits next to Akuma. "Akuma, it's gonna be okay........Do you want me to stay?" ".......Mhn......yes......please!" "Okay, do you want a hug? I don't really mind if I get wet" Before Akuma could answer, he feels Tyler hug him so tightly. Akuma had no idea to react because he's never been hugged before so instead, Akuma just starts crying on Tyler shoulder and passed out after a little. Tyler refused to leave his side for rest of the day until Akuma woke up
  4. The loud sound just outside the window was akin to a jumpscare, the darkness of the night suddenly lit up as if a lighthouse had shone its sea light across the surface of the window, and just a moment later, a loud crack, akin to the sound of whip, yet a thousand times louder, sounded out in the otherwise silent night sky. Wednesday shuddered, her eyes fluttering open just in time for the second strike, which caused her to jump, hitting her head off of the head rest of her bed. Her noise had been loud enough to wake up her brother in the bed just beside her, and as she looked to her side, she was greeted with two, light green eyes staring straight back at her, which was enough for her to frighten her, and she squealed, the noise emitting only a second before she covered her mouth, her brother immediately trying to shush her. "Shhh! Wednesday, if you wake up mom and dad up.." The two had only just turned eighteen, and routinely, Wednesday had started to wet the bed in turn. Though it was for good reason, she was terrified!! Her and her brother were closeted transgenders, and that meant that..the longer they left coming out, the higher the risk that they wouldn’t be able to fix what they felt was wrong with them. And that was a feeling like no other, one akin to a ship sinking. She bit her lip as she tried to lay back down to sleep. But she couldn’t, it was hard, and her nightmares were only getting worse recently. Every-time she closed her eyes, she could see the stuff of actual nightmares, and it was scary, terrifying even. Austin looked over, and with a swift movement, had slipped out of his duvet, and was picking out his makeup kit from under his bed. "I…it’s late, so you haven’t got long, but…i know how much you love doing it, and that it helps you calm down, so." With a swift hand, she placed it down on Wednesday’s bedside drawer. It was funny, actually. Austin had helped her pick her name, after a lot of thinking and arguments about if it was, what they knew it was. And she had always loved one girl who seemed to be able to do it all, fearless, unafraid of the future. Wednesday Addams. Her parents, in her thoughts, should’ve already known, after all, they’d knew since they were just kids that something was wrong, and their parents should’ve realised what was up when they both ran in opposite directions on their joint birthday. When Austin ran towards the trucks and action figures, no one batted an eye. 'She’ll be a tough girl, that one!' 'Ooh, she’s a bit of a tomboy, isn’t she Larry?' But no, when Wednesday ran towards the barbie dolls and dresses, everyone lost their shit. She shuddered at the memory, and the aftermath of all that happened, she hated her past, with a growing passion, and didn’t like thinking about it. And so she sat there, fitting her makeup on as she quietly hummed along to Lady Gaga’s 'Just Dance'. Morning came soon enough, and for the third night in a row, she woke up to the worst thing she could have. A wet bed, sodden to the touch, and her bladder, weak and all but empty. Another nightmare. Another day, more suffering. Getting ready for school was already dysphoric, she had to wear clothes she absolutely despised. Boxers, trousers…But now she had to wear a hoodie to hide her growing hair, just so her parents wouldn’t want to cut it? She truly hated it all, but what else could she do? As she rushed out of the front door, her brother quickly followed her, grabbing her shoulder tightly to turn her around. "Wednesday." He’d say quietly, double checking that he had closed the door, before he looked back, a soft smile crossing his features. "Here." He passed her a necklace, it was soft to touch, and shone in the sunlight, it was a small heart, with the words 'Love you, always.' Engraved crudely across the surface. She hadn't smiled so much in about a year, maybe two. And couldn’t help but hug her brother tightly, being clearly stronger due to biology, she almost crushed him. And then, shoulder to shoulder, together, they walked together, hoping that just maybe, they would be able to survive the last year. Hey everyone!! just thought i’d write a little introductory chapter so i can see what everyone thinks of the new story, i decided to try a different route for this, but i think i did good by introducing the main characters first ❤️ if people want more, the next chapter will be longer and way more content filled, love you all!! Enjoy!
  5. My name is Emily ❤️ Omorashi Kinnda took over a bit of my life..I want to explore my kink quite bad and i think this means Im going to need a dom for the type of person i am and play i want I am WAY nervous and really shy and timid and a bit of a Brat so id love to find someone who can help keep that in order .... so my questions are ❤️ how easy it is to find a dom? ❤️ how my desires and Fantasys can allign with someone else who is also into this kink! ❤️ how unrealistic is it to be able to engage with another person while they are holding!
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  7. Disclaimer: This story contains very minor spoilers for Attack on Titan season 1, and follows the training arc of the 104th cadet corps, prior to Trost. I hope you enjoy! “Stay in formation, cadets! Drift too far apart during a mission and the whole squad could be titan food in seconds!” shouted the instructor. The 104th cadet corps was undergoing one of their most grueling tasks to date; a simulation of an actual mission into titan territory. The task was an all-day affair, and the cadets were expected to ride in formation for several hours at a time, broken up only by a select few 15-minutes breaks, as well as one hour long stop during the latter half of the day. The task was meant to test the physical and mental limits of the unfortunate cadets, and it certainly accomplished that. For one of the cadets though, a girl going by the name of Christa Lenz, it was testing one particular aspect of her body more so than anything. She had felt the need to pee almost since they left in the morning but had pushed it to the back of her mind, dismissing it as “just nerves”. Now however, many hours later the need to relieve herself had become undeniable and almost impossible to ignore. During long haul training exercises like this one, cadets were expected to simply take care of their needs in the woods during the short breaks they were provided with during the day, but for some reason Christa had been overcome with a sense of embarrassment and nervousness every time the thought had crossed her mind. Even though it was expected, the thought of her new comrades seeing her scurry off and knowing that she was about to squat down amidst the trees and pee made her feel very uncomfortable. On top of that, she really didn’t want to leave the group and go off on her own, even if it was just for a minute or two. She shifted in her saddle, gripping it a little tighter with her legs and silently cursing herself for being so anxious about something like this. She was shaken from her self-pitying state by the booming voice of her instructor, a tall and somewhat intimidating looking woman in her late twenties. “Cadet Lenz! If you wanna let yourself fall behind like that then be my guest, but don’t act surprised if you end up being chewed to pieces in the jaws of the enemy once you’re out there for real!” Christa snapped herself upright, causing the liquids in her slowly filling bladder to jostle and sending a small wave of pressure over her. “Um- I’m sorry, ma’am!” she responded, quickly trying to reapply some pressure between her legs to accommodate her body’s new position. “You will be sorry soon enough if you don’t get a grip, now are you gonna move your ass or are you expecting the whole formation to slow down to make up for your deficiencies?” the instructor questioned. “N-No, I’m sorry, I won’t let it happen again! I won’t hold anyone back on my behalf!” “Good to hear, now get to it!” the instructor shouted, turning her mount back to the side of the formation to resume her watch over it. Christa rode back up to her position too and made sure to stick to it this time. However, keeping up and staying focused was becoming increasingly difficult, as her bladder steadily became more and more stretched. It had now transitioned from a noticeable pressure to a dull pain, constantly pushing for release. She let out a stifled groan. She’d never been great at holding it in even at the best of times, often finding herself making a desperate dash for the toilets just seconds before her bladder gave up, but this was different. She couldn’t discreetly sneak off down a winding street and rush into a closed stall here, if she wanted to relieve herself she’d have to simply walk off in full view of her comrades and go on the ground. Although, even if she plucked up her courage enough to do that, she couldn’t do anything while she was still on horseback. The next break wasn’t for another 20 or so minutes at least, but Christa knew she didn’t have a choice but to hold it. She closed her eyes and clenched her lower body, trying to ease some of the discomfort which now constantly plagued her straining bladder. Whatever the case, she thought, she was not going to let anyone know how badly she had to go. Unbeknownst to Christa however, her need had been noticed. Riding just a few positions away from her was another cadet. She was much taller than Christa, with dark hair tied at the back and freckles dotting her face. She had been sneaking glances at Christa all day, and it didn’t take long at all for her to notice her shifting, straining, and the slight blush that was slowly forming across her cheeks. “Enjoying the show, Ymir?” came a gruff voice from behind her. She turned her head and scoffed. “Apparently I’m not the only one, Reiner. Tell me, what would our comrades think if they learn that their dear, stoic, loyal friend is secretly a raging pervert?” she retorted with a smirk. Reiner didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. “I’m just lookin’ out for the girl. Hate to say it, but she’s not really soldier material.” he stated matter-of-factly. “Yeah, well that’s most of us, I reckon. After all, not everybody’s got meat for brains like you, big boy.” “…You should stop staring at her. It’s obvious she doesn’t want to be bothered.” said Reiner after a brief pause. Ymir shot him an annoyed look before turning her head back towards the struggling Christa once again. “Tch… Well aren’t you sweet to worry about her so much. I’ll take it under advisement.” she sarcastically mumbled. “Just play nice and we won’t have a problem. Break’s in twenty, I’ll see you then.” Reiner said, as he rode back to take up his own position once more. “Mind your own damn business…” muttered Ymir, not really caring if he was still in earshot. As the break drew near, Christa was becoming more and more frantic. She now had to continually focus on holding herself so as not to let any of the contents of her bladder escape into her pants, and she was getting fuller by the second. They still had a few hours until they were back at base, and she’d started to realize that she’d end up wetting herself long before then if she kept waiting, no matter how hard she tried not to. For now, she was just desperately focused on trying to hold out until they stopped. Then, just maybe, she could make it out into the seclusion of the forest they’d be staying in without anyone noticing. The idea of being alone in the woods still made her feel afraid, but her bursting bladder was beginning to numb that fear. Just then, she heard a shout from the edge of the formation. “Five minutes until we stop, cadets! Keep pushing forward!” “Okay… you can do this… just five more minutes…” she quietly told herself, but the mere hint of relief being close made her bladder contract in protest, forcing a few drops out of her. She went bright red and clenched her legs together against the saddle as hard as she could to keep any more from escaping. The slight taste of release had however made her need immeasurably more urgent, and the thought of just letting it all out in her saddle had wormed it’s way into her mind. It’s not like she’d be the first scout to pee herself, after all, and at this rate she wasn’t even sure if she’d make it another five minutes. She shook her head firmly. “No, no way I’m doing that!” she defiantly whispered, as if verbally ordering her pee to stay right where it was. Her body, however, had other ideas. Just as they were approaching their stop, her focus was momentarily drawn from her desperately clenched urethra by another announcement from the instructor, telling them all to prepare to dismount and take care of any business they had. With her focus now elsewhere, her bladder relaxed just ever so slightly, and without warning a stream of pee shot out and started rapidly spreading along her underclothes. She quickly realized what was happening and tensed her urethra as much as possible, quickly pulling a hand from her reins and holding herself with it, just about managing to stop the flow in the process. “O-Oh no-!” she squeaked, looking down at her crotch to see if it would be visible. Fortunately for her, the thick fabric of her underclothes had soaked up her little mistake, and no one would be the wiser. However, she knew now that she couldn’t wait much longer and what with how much pee she was holding she felt quite confident that there was no fabric in the world that could keep that hidden if she did wet herself. As the formation came to a halt in a little clearing, Christa was one of the first to jump off her horse and land on the hard forest floor beneath, the impact of which traveled up through her legs caused yet another spurt to escape from her now overflowing bladder. The instructor turned to address the crowd of exhausted cadets. “Alright all of you, fifteen minutes and I want you back in the saddle! Break out your ration packs and take a quick breather. Next stop’s another two hours away so if you need a piss, do it now!” That last part really didn’t help Christa in her desperate state. She waited a few more minutes as everybody else settled down to eat and rest, and as soon as she thought nobody was looking she turned away from the group and began stiffly walking off into the woods, wincing and whimpering with each step, getting closer and closer to peeing herself. As she reached the edge of the clearing however, she froze. She looked off into the dark, foreboding woods and felt a resurgence of the fear and anxiety that had kept her from relief the past few stops. But she couldn’t wait anymore. She felt sure that if she didn’t go now, she’d end up peeing before the break was even up, let alone during the wait for the next one. And yet she simply couldn’t bring herself to walk off into the dark. At this point, she was swinging her hips side to side, almost doubled over and hands pressed into her crotch with all her strength in a desperate attempt to hold it in until she could pluck up the courage to go. She was stepping from foot to foot, biting her lip, anything to keep the floodgates sealed. Then, suddenly… “Wow, where’d you learn to dance like that, sweetie?” Christa spun around and straightened herself out in an instant, ‘causing another very long spurt to spread across her pants as she did so. “A-Ah, Y-Ymir, right? Just now I… I wasn’t-“ she awkwardly stammered, trying to think of a plausible excuse for her display. “Oh, spare me. It’s obvious you’re dying for a piss, right? Why not just go? I mean, it’s not like there are actual titans out there to be scared of so what’s the deal?” Christa went bright red and turned her head down, her body beginning to shake as she tried in vain to keep still. “I… I don’t have to… do that. I-I mean, I’m f-fine for now…” Ymir scoffed at her. “Hah, right, sure. I’m certain you’re just practicing those little potty dance moves in case you ever start up an entertainment act for the folks in the military, yeah? And that wet spot on your pants, that’s just from some water your spilled while we were riding, huh?” Christa looked down. Sure enough, a very pale yellow stain was now very much visible on her white cadet’s pants. Starting to tear up, she was far too embarrassed to even try to justify herself anymore. “Seriously, how’d you let it get this bad? Do you just do this for fun, or do you actually like to think of yourself as much too demure to pee in the woods like everyone else? Wow, talk about-“ “Would you stop! Why do you even care?” Christa suddenly snapped back. This seemed to catch Ymir off guard. She looked shocked for a moment, before lowering her eyes and turning away. After a noticeable pause, she spoke again. “It’s just bugging me to watch, that’s all…” She sighed and turned back to the still dancing Christa. “Look sweetie, I gotta go too, so if you really can’t bring yourself to just pee like a normal person how about we go together?” Now it was Christa’s turn to look shocked. Ymir was always teasing her, and she never really seemed to care much about what happened to others at all, so what was this all of a sudden? “A-Are you joking? Why would you offer that?” she questioned. Ymir shrugged. “Beats watching you be dumb and hold it when you don’t need to, I guess. Look, it is what it is so take it or leave it. I’m going either way.” “Are you kidding?! T-There’s no way I could p-pee in front of another girl! That’s way too- ah!” Christa ranted, as another spurt dampened her pants. Ymir scoffed again and began walking into the woods. “Suit yourself, unlike you I’m not waiting anymore. Feel free to tag along, but if you’re gonna change your mind do yourself a favor and make it happen before you piss yourself.” she said as she passed the desperately squirming girl. Christa watched her walk away with a frantic look in her eyes. Her bladder was screaming for relief, her whole body shaking and twisting as she tried to keep herself from having a full-blown accident. She couldn’t wait any longer. She was spurting continuously now, and she could feel her control starting to slip. She took a deep breath, it was now or never. “W-Wait, p-p-please! I’ll- ah! I’ll come with you!” she shouted after Ymir. She didn’t stop, she simply looked back over her shoulder and smirked. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” The two of them began walking away from the group. Ymir kept a steady stride, barely betraying her own need, while Christa hobbled after her, tripping and stumbling constantly as every once of her focus was on keeping what little control she still had over her failing bladder. After about a minute, Ymir stopped and looked around. “Perfect. Nobody’ll see us here.” she said as she started undoing the straps that fastened her pants. A moment later, she pulled her pants down, squatted down low on the ground, and started to pee, letting out a low sigh as she did so. As she began relieving herself, she looked over at Christa. She was struggling considerably with her uniform, frantically clawing at the straps and buttons, panting and groaning as she did so. The stain across the front of her pants seemed to be growing noticeably every few seconds now. Ymir raised an eyebrow. “Hey uh… you doing alright there?” “I-I can’t get it off! O-Oh no-! It’s c-c-coming out!” she squeaked in a panicked voice. “U-Um, well I can’t really help you right now. Kinda busy here, sweetie. Just… take those two straps off over your shoulders!” Christa did as she said, and just about managed to get the straps off, but the slight way she had to contort her body to do so made her lose what little control she had left over her bladder. She started peeing full force into her pants, and desperately yanked them down. In her haste however, she had failed to grasp hold of her underclothes and fell backwards, landing butt-first on the ground, legs spread wide and urine hissing uncontrollably from between her legs. A puddle began forming on the forest floor beneath her as she finally gave up on even trying to hold it, turning her head down as she stifled a moan. Ymir was speechless. A part of her did feel bad watching the girl in such a pathetic state, but there was another part of her mind that found it almost… cute? She shook her head as she kept peeing. When she finished she shook herself off and walked over to the smaller girl, who was still uncontrollably flooding the ground around her. “Uh… so like… um… you okay?” Ymir managed, turning her gaze away from the spectacle as she began to blush. Christa couldn’t respond. She was stuck between gasping, sobbing, and moaning as she continued to empty her overstretched bladder. She’d never felt more embarrassed in her life, and yet the pleasure of letting it all out after so long was overwhelming. She had never felt relief like this before, even when pushed to what she previously thought was her absolute limit. On top of that, it just kept coming. She peed for what felt like an eternity until the last few drops finally left her bladder. She let out one final sigh, and then started to sob. She had just pretty much wet herself in front of one of her comrades. Even worse, it was Ymir. She knew that she’d be teased about this for the rest of her life in the military. “Hey, uh… Christa.” Ymir said softly, but the blushing girl was far too embarrassed to even so much as look at her comrade, let alone respond. How could she let this happen to herself? She was supposed to be fighting titans, and she couldn’t even control her own body. Her mind flashed back to all the times she’d nearly wet herself growing up, every mad dash to the toilet and every near miss. Nothing had changed. She was still the same useless little girl. She didn’t deserve to fight with her comrades. Maybe it’d be best if she just- “Hey! I’m talking to you!” Christa looked up to see Ymir standing over her. “Y… Ymir… Please don’t-“ “Don’t tell anyone? Are you seriously worrying about that right now? Like I’d ever share a story like this with any of those creeps in our squad! No way, sweetie, this one’s staying with me.” she laughed. “Ymir! I-It’s not funny! I just… I-I just…” “Yeah, you just basically pissed yourself, big deal.” “W-What…?” Christa asked, amazed that she wasn’t being teased for once. “I mean, you know why it happened, so just don’t be a stubborn dumbass about it next time and there won’t be anything for you to worry about, right? Besides, pretty much everyone wets themselves at some point in life. It’s how we learn.” Christa wiped her tears and thought about what she was hearing for a second. “Does that mean that you’ve…?” Ymir started to laugh loudly. “Damn right I have! Come on now, I reckon break’s almost over so let’s head back to the group. I’ll tell you all about when it happened to me while we walk.” she said as she strode past the girl and back towards the clearing. Christa allowed herself a gentle smile. “If… you like. Um, but… Ymir? What about my… pants?” Ymir turned back and flashed her a smirk. “Don’t worry. As soon as you’re back in the saddle, nobody’ll be the wiser. Now, about that story I had for ya…”
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    Good morning babys! My name is Miah, I am a video game creator who has started her career this year, right now I am developing ABDL games on Patreon. "A Whole Week In Diapers" and "The Demon Nursery"! If you want to know more about the video game you can download a Demo below, you can also visit Patreon because all the official versions of the game will be published there, all the story and minigames that are created will only be accessible from Patreon! I love you all and thank you for reading me, kisses~ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- History: In this game you are going to control "Mia", a girl who is going to visit a friend that she has not seen since she was little, Mia and her friend Emily will live many adventures in Mirst Town, the city where Emily lives, in addition to discovering that this town hides something... What will it be? You will have to find out! n.n ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you are interested in playing any of my games I recommend you stop by my patreon! You can enjoy all of them for a small contribution as well as helping me to continue creating this content. You will also have access to the ChangeLog of all versions and the updates and unique content posts that I put up! It's really worth joining n.n ------------------------------------------- Download Link (Full Game Patreon): Here ------------------------------------------- Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ABDLMiah Discord: https://discord.gg/Bn8JKDvCzZ
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  9. View File SO! I had to go. I had a very full wee wee bag. Submitter Tinkle01 Submitted 12/22/2022 Category Female  
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  11. Hi everyone First of all i want to start explaining my situation Im over 18, and i want to start with bed wetting,but i dont want to destroy the mattress Could anyone give a recomendation?
  12. On August 23rd of 2022, millions of people we're given a flyer for the Peculiar Endurance Event which was set to take place in exactly a week, on the 30th of August. It was to be in New York, and it was requesting competitors. Many were intrigued by the mysterious prize, in fact every aspect of the competition was mysterious, the only information was that is was A DIFFICULT AUGMENTED REALITY CHALLENGE WITH A CHANCE TO WIN A MYSTERIOUS PRIZE. For those who wished to compete travel was complementary, on with West-East Travel, where all seats were first class, although bathrooms were not one of the perks. Oddly of the thousands of people who attempted to enter, only 100 were aloud to go to qualifications, all of which were women. Now everyone gets to design a character! Name: Bladder Size (F-A+) Height: Alignment: Class: Clothes: Mini-Story (optional): Then choose which stats will have the modifiers -2, -1, 0, 1, 2 add these to 10. Constitution (Sphincter Strength) Wisdom Strength Intelligence Charisma Every character will be important If you would like to do artwork for your character that would be awsome.
  13. View File Wetting to music. I pulled down my top so you can see my big tits in my bra! Submitter Tinkle01 Submitted 12/06/2022 Category Female  
  14. Hello guys! This is the second story in my series! This is a bit longer and a bit more detailed than my previous one, focusing on the lore of the backrooms. If you’re familiar with the backrooms you’ll really enjoy the details i describe in each level, if you’re not then no worries i gave a brief description of what it is in the beginning of the story. Might also add that the level numbers, names, descriptions, and entities are all canon to the backrooms. I did my research before i wrote this story! And fun fact even the level number you’ll see eventually in the story is canon! I swear i didnt come up with it 😂 ENJOY!! And dont forget to leave a brief feedback so i can fix my mistakes and take your opinions to continue to provide good ‘episodes’ in this series i am creating.. THANK YOU! ^_^ ———————————————————- Amy walked out of her university campus with two of her friends; Anthony and Jane, after a long day at college. She was a beautiful long haired brunette wearing a simple dark blue chemise that had its front tucked inside of her white jeans. She was sipping the last of her grape soda can before throwing it directly into the litter basket. “Bullseye! Haha.” Jane said shoving Amy’s shoulder playfully. “Oh i’ve been practicing since last time!” Amy said with a smile. They walked a little bit and sat on a wooden bench overlooking a park with the city view behind it. Anthony was scrolling through his phone, he didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings as he was indulged on a certain topic he was reading. “Hey guys ever heard of the backrooms?” Anthony suddenly asked. “Yeah i’ve scrolled through a couple of topics.. many people explain how people just ‘slip’ into another reality, and that it has levels.. thousands.. some say they are infinite, some has unearthly creatures and monsters and there’s no way of going out once you go in! Except if you reach the final level, which is practically impossible.. you might get a chance though if you find a certain shortcut that gets you to the final level immediately from an early stage.” Amy said. “Wow, you certainly know your info! Well it became trending recently. The subject just popped out of nowhere one day.” Jane said. “Yeah true but well the subject started to pop up exactly 3 months ago.” Anthony said. “Yeah so?” Jane asked confusingly. “Well do you know what happened 3 months ago?” Anthony asked. “Oh, do you mean the Armix tower explosive sonic wave downtown?” Amy asked. “YES! I bet that Armix is behind it.. that sonic wave was certainly.. peculiar. They never said anything about it publicly. But i am certain they have something to do with it! The concept of the backrooms started after that particular explosion! They might have opened rifts or portals to other realities by accident!” Anthony said. “Oh you and your conspiracies Anthony! I don’t even believe that they really exist, it just might be an internet hoax!” Jane said while blowing raspberries. “Oh shut up Jane. Well what do you think Amy? What will you do if you accidentally slipped into the backrooms ha? Hahaha.” Anthony said with a laugh. “Well i am not sure if it actually exists but if i happen and get thrown in there i will certainly be so scared i might piss myself in fear! Hahahaha.” Amy said jokingly. Followed by her question to Jane; “What about you Jane?” “Oh i’ll definitely fully soak myself as well, from what i read it certainly is too scary! Hehe.” Jane said with a silent giggle. “Since we opened the subject of peeing, do you guys remember the video that trended back then 3 months ago when the tower sonic boomed?” Anthony asked. “You mean the one that was anonymously shared of the soaked girl coming out of a faulty elevator inside the tower after the explosion?” Jane asked. “Yes. That video trended even more than the explosion itself! Must have been pretty embarrassing for that girl.” Anthony replied. “Yeah the poor girl, i cant imagine being in her place, it must have felt so humiliating for everyone to see her like that. It certainly was too scary for her when the elevator was falling that she just let go all over herself.” Amy said. “Yeah well there was also an obvious huge puddle on the elevator floor. Well they certainly couldn’t sue the company.. they had a fail safe and the girl was saved because of their technology. Besides no one knows the origin of that explosion! Oh well, they’re Armix after all, the most powerful company perhaps in the entire world?” Jane said. They all looked at the tall Armix tower that was far off in the distance, standing like a gigantic rocket in the middle of their city. The city was called Lustral. “Well forget about Armix.. something else is trending on the internet right now. Have a look guys this is very weird.” Anthony said while passing his phone to the girls. The post showed a 20 seconds video, the thumbnail was a naked girl sitting on her knees with her face facing down on the floor of a walkway of a public park of a city called Lasix in a foreign country. The girl had a long brunette hair that covered her facials and she was sitting over an expanding puddle of her own urine in the middle of the park with bystanders surrounding her. The title of the topic was ‘Mysterious Naked Pissing Girl Appears Out of Thin Air in Lasix Public Park.’ It was posted two days ago. “Press play already!” Anthony yelled at Amy. She immediately pressed play and they all watched confusingly. - - - **VIDEO PLAYING** The camera was filming an empty walkway in a park. Suddenly a naked girl appears out of thin air from what looks like an expanding energy filled orb. The orb disappears quickly within itself in a silenced blast leaving the girl on her knees on the floor audibly crying. The camera zooms in as a puddle started to expand under her.. filling the walkway with her urine. She was trembling and facing down with her long hair covering her face. Suddenly the voice of a yelling man appeared in the background of the video; “STOP FILMING HER YOU IMMORAL PIECE OF SH—.” Then the video ended abruptly. - - - “WOW!” Jane exclaimed. “This is weird.. didn’t you guys notice something? It seemed like the man who filmed the video knew exactly where the girl will appear. The video started before she even appeared.” Amy said confusingly. “Well i agree but i noticed something else.. call me crazy but this girl looks exactly like you Amy..” Anthony said as he looked at his confused friend. “No way..” Jane said. “That’s impossible haha! First of all this video was posted two days ago, Monday 16th of March, today is Wednesday 18th of March! Two days ago i was with you guys at college remember?? Secondly, this video was literally filmed in a city called Lasix located on the literal other side of the planet! There’s just no possible way it’s me!” Amy said confidently. “Well yeah you’re right.. it’s just that she has exactly the same hair style and skin color as you.” Anthony said. “Her face is not obvious though, it’s probably just a coincidence and her body just looks like Amy’s, nothing more.” Jane said denyingly. “You’re probably right, it’s just me and my conspiracies again.. Ha!” Anthony said sarcastically. “Exactly! Haha!” Jane said laughing. “Alright guys time to head home, i really need to pee i have been holding it since we came out of campus.. that grape soda filled me up haha!” Amy said as she got up from the bench. “Alright see you later Amy!” Anthony said as he waved good bye. “Bye bye bestie! See you tomorrow.” Jane said as she gave Amy a quick hug. Amy waved at them and started walking through the park towards her home on the other side of the park. She squirmed a little bit on her way home as her bladder filled, but kept moving nonetheless. She suddenly noticed a weird tree, it appeared like it was glitching in and out of reality. It just stuttered in a weird way as if it was a malfunctioning hologram. Amy confusingly but carefully approached the tree, she unwittingly reached her hand out to touch the flickering tree, and to her surprise she ‘slipped’. Her whole body got sucked into the tree as if it was nothing but pure air, she started falling through the endless dark void losing all her senses in the process. Amy had just no-clipped out of reality. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 0: THE LOBBY* Amy started to gain her consciousness slowly, she was laying on a musty yellow carpet. The carpet was a bit damp and smelled moldy. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around to find herself in an empty yellow room. The walls were covered with yellow paint, and the lights were fluorescent and gave out w constant buzzing noise and flickered every few seconds. The buzzing noise was certainly annoying and monotonous. Amy immediately put her hands over her ears as she began to slowly regain her senses. She looked around the room in her shock. She immediately realized that she was literally inside the backrooms. The very one she and her friends were joking about a few minutes ago. “It’s real.. omg it’s real! No no no!” Amy started talking to herself as she sobbed. Her bladder ached in her fear. She felt like her bladder will give out in her fear and surprise. She immediately put her hands on her crotch and crossed her legs in order to try and hold it in. She instantly remembered the conversation with her and her friends about ‘peeing herself’ if she ever made it to the backrooms. “Oh no i am gonna pee! Im gonna pee myself! Please don’t pee.. please don’t pee.. please don’t pee!” She kept repeating to herself as she cried but to no avail. She started to leak a little bit into her panties and white jeans and through her hands. It left a small wet spot around her crotch but surprisingly she managed to hold it in as she calmed herself down a little bit. “Oh nooo i wet myself! I really need to find a way out of here before i fully soak myself! I cant take it anymore!” She said while sobbing. She relaxed herself a little and then started exploring slowly with tears in her eyes, a wet dark spot on her white jeans and a large amount of urine in her bladder. She moved slowly out of the room to find dozens of similar yellow rooms. She kept moving and looking around as her need to pee intensified. But there was nothing new. It looked like a maze of empty yellow office spaces that seemed to be endless. The constant buzzing of the fluorescent lights was driving her crazy. She wanted to get out anyway she can now, and most importantly she needed to relieve herself. After what seemed like an eternity of walking in an endless yellow maze, the monotonous hum of the yellow lights was suddenly interrupted with a landline telephone ringing. The sound startled Amy which made her put a hand over her bladder and leak a bit in her panties again, but it also gave her a glimpse of hope. She started following the ringing phone with a fast pace hoping that this could be her way out of here. The ringing started getting higher and higher as she finally arrived in a room that looked exactly like the other rooms except that there was an office desk on the middle of the room with a black telephone ringing above it. She slowly reached the phone and answered with trembling hands. “He-he-hello?” Amy said stutteringly. Nothing answered but a loud static noise like a bad frequency coming from the other end of the phone, and among all the static noise a voice faded in and Amy tried to make out the words. “It’s - - behind - - you.. RUN!” The voice said as she finally deciphered it. The words gave her chills and goosebumps. She suddenly dropped the phone and put a hand over her mouth as she slowly turned around to look behind her. To her surprise she found a dark inhuman silhouette standing in the distance, making a terrorizing screeching noise as it twitched in its place but appeared to be idle. Amy stood still but in her shock the small wet spot on her crotch started expanding into a full wet patch along both sides of her white jeans darkening it all into a gray color. The flow extended towards her shoes and started dripping off over her shoes and into the moist carpet. The sound of urine hitting the ground caught the creature’s attention and it suddenly started sprinting towards Amy with its screeching voice getting louder. Amy screamed and immediately started running the other way with her urine still spraying into her jeans in her terror as she ran for her life. Her adrenaline pumped up which put her in the natural fight-or-flight mode, possibly her body voided her bladder for her to be lighter to give her a chance to run faster and escape the danger she was facing.. ironically her bladder was voided into her jeans which practically made her feel heavier and made it more difficult for her to run. Nonetheless; she ran into the same yellow empty spaces for a couple of minutes not looking back but still hearing the chilling voice of the creature. Surprisingly she noticed a trap door in the floor in one of the rooms she ran into and decided that this would be her best bet to try and hide from the creature. She sprinted with all her power towards the trap door with the creature tirelessly sprinting behind her. She managed to pull the handle of the door and open it. She looked down to find a partially dark concrete area, no more yellow in there.. as she was going down the hole the creature immediately grabbed both of her feet and pulled her on the ground away from the trap door. As she was being dragged she definitely let go of some more of her urine and pissed all over the carpet. Her chemise got wet from her own piss this time as she was being dragged on her stomach over her own urine. She kicked so hard that finally both of her shoes came off her feet into the creature’s dark hands. The creature lost balance and fell backwards as Amy crawled rapidly back to the hole and climbed down quickly shutting off the trap door behind her. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 1: HABITABLE ZONE* Amy came down into a chilly area. It looked like a sprawling gigantic warehouse that had concrete floors and walls and a dim light. Fog was hanging in is the air with no discernible source. It underwent the process of condensation which formed large random puddles of water on the large cold concrete floor. She looked down at her jeans and shirt to find all her clothes soaked, smelling of her own urine. She slowly walked a little bit and stepped over the random water puddles which soaked her white socks and immediately after she gave out an audible cry and sat down on the floor to take her breath in disbelief after that frightening situation that made her lose total control of her entire bladder. She sobbed and hyperventilated for a few minutes until she took back control of her body. She calmed a little bit and then proceeded to take off her damp socks because who likes the feeling of wet socks on their feet? She stood up slowly and started moving through the vast endless warehouse, stepping on the cold water puddles with her bare feet now. She was pretty scared but at least there was no creatures to be seen around, and the monotonous buzzing and endless yellow are no more. It might drive anyone insane. The warehouse seemed to be expanding forwards, it wasn’t a maze like the previous area. Amy kept walking in a straight line for what might have been a couple of hours before finding a small door on the side of a concrete wall. She carefully opened the door hoping it will lead her out of this nightmare but to her surprise she found a supply cache. It was mostly empty except for a few random fruits and two unopened bottles of ‘Almond Water’. She quickly reached for one of the water bottles, opened it and started gulping it down. She needed to rehydrate, she hadn’t drunk anything in what seemed like hours. She was super tired and dehydrated but the almond water gave her energy. It tasted sweet and refreshing. She threw the empty bottle away and then grabbed an apple. She voraciously ate it and then grabbed the other almond water bottle and chugged it down in one go. “Ahh.. that felt good. Now i can focus on getting out of here.” She said as she came out of the supply cache room. Her bladder definitely starting to fill again after she chugged two bottles. She ventured through the endless warehouse again after a good refill. The sound of water puddles under her feet triggered a reaction in her bladder again. It had been a couple of hours since she had her accident, in addition she just chugged two entire water bottles. The dark patch on her jeans was visible but it was dried in but still a bit damp making her feel colder. She finally reached a tunnel that looked a bit different than the rest of the warehouse. It was becoming tighter and tighter. She moved in nonetheless to find herself in what seemed like a maintenance tight tunnel filled with pipes running along the walls. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 2: PIPE DREAMS* She started moving carefully through the tunnel. Black liquid could be seen oozing out of some malfunctioning pipes. Of course she didn’t touch it and tried to avoid it as best as she could. There were doors on the right side of the wall, she tried opening a few but none of them responded. They were all locked tight. Amy kept walking trying to open every door she comes across to no avail. Her need to urinate was growing larger. Eventually she saw someone standing still in front of her in the tunnel with his back to her. He looked humanoid. Could it be another human who was lost in the backrooms like her? She carefully approached him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hello? Are you okay?” She asked naïvely. In an instant the humanoid quickly turned to face her, and to her surprise it was faceless. It had no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no ears. Nothing. Amy immediately squealed and fell backwards on her butt and started to back paddle away from the creature while crying. As she did so, of course, she started urinating in her jeans again in her terror. Rewetting the already dried gray patch. The patch grew larger and leaked under her butt this time. It left a trail of urine as she continue to back paddle while uncontrollably pissing into her jeans. She quickly noticed that the creature wasn’t moving. It stayed in its place standing still only it was facing her. It made sense she thought, the creature doesn’t have any senses. It should be harmless. She stopped back paddling but kept her eyes locked on the creature. The final drops of urine leaving her vagina into her jeans as she sat still for a moment. She slowly stood up again and put a hand on her butt to notice how much her buttocks were soaked. They were completely drenched and still dripping, leaving a huge patch on her butt. “Oh no.. not again!” She thought to herself. She was lucky the creature couldn’t see, or smell her urine. After a moment of collecting herself she decided to move past that creature slowly. She stuck her back to the pipes and started moving slowly past it. She held her breath and sneaked on her barefoot tip toes very close beside it in order to continue on her way. She leaked a little bit more as she moved past it from the fear of the situation she was in but continued on her way nonetheless. Suddenly a pipe burst beside her and the creature immediately turned to face her again. This time she picked up her pace and started running with the last of the content of her bladder finally releasing into her panties and jeans. She started to slow down after a couple of minutes of running when she made sure the creature wasn’t sprinting behind her like the other one. She bent down putting her hands on her soaked knees as she took her breath. She started slowly navigating the tunnels again when eventually she found a small hole in a very fragile cracked wall. It looked unique and different from the same pattern she had been walking in for a while now. What was stranger is that there was a sledgehammer perfectly placed in front of that hole. Is this the way out? “This could possibly be my way out of here. I have to break the fragile wall. It can’t be a coincidence!” Amy thought to herself as she grabbed the sledgehammer and moved towards the wall. It was heavy but she managed. She slammed the wall as hard as she possibly could and it surprisingly instantly shattered like paper in one blow. The hole was revealed to be a circular tunnel that she could crawl through. She collected herself and hesitantly started crawling through that tunnel until she reached the light on the other end. Unbeknownst to her, this was actually a hidden short cut that took her right into level 5. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 5: TERROR HOTEL* After jumping down from the tunnel Amy found herself in a vast lobby of what looked like a hotel complex. Light seemed to be shining from the windows. One might think it was finally the sun but there was nothing but white light. The architectural style seemed to go back to 1930s, with furniture dating back to 1920s. Jazz music was playing in the distance with whispers and voices of the chatter of people but there was no one there but Amy. She started to move through the reception area and found stairs in the middle leading to the hotel rooms. She carefully reached the hallway and found what seemed to be infinite rooms left and right of her. She started moving in and trying many of the room doors but none opened until she reached the end of the hallway after about 30 minutes of walking. It was a dead end, but not quite. There was a larger door at the wall in front of her, refraining from the same pattern of left and right doors. She thought this might finally be it. The door had room number 207 embedded into its wooden body. Hopeful, she turned the door knob slowly and it finally opened with her, the door wasn’t locked. She carefully entered to find a magnificently designed luxurious room. It had a huge bed in the middle and looked like any fancy room she can’t afford back in her own reality. She felt a bit excited yet still fearful. She entered the room and sat on the huge bed realizing that she felt uncomfortable wearing her wet pants. After all she pissed herself twice in it and she was wearing it in that state for god knows how many hours. She finally decided that she needed to relax. Maybe sleeping would be the way out of this level? She thought that while she’s at it she might as well definitely take a hot shower in the massive bathroom that was complementary to her room. She started difficultly pulling her sticky urine filled jeans off but she managed. She was already bare foot since level 1. She then pulled off her blue panties and took off her chemise and blue bra. She was completely naked now. Her body was a bit sticky from all the urine and she definitely smelled like a urinal. She kicked her ruined clothes to the side and rushed to the shower so she could finally shower and relax then sleep on that comfortable bed so she can regain focus or possibly get transported to another level. As soon as she reached the bathtub she stood inside of it and started turning all the valves, but there was no water coming out. She felt frustrated and started to smack the shower head a few times. While doing so the bathtub under her suddenly dissolved. She was pulled down under and into another dark void. She looked upwards as she levitated forcefully downwards to see that she no-clipped out of the hotel seeing her bathroom moving out of distance as she was being dragged down. She had accidentally found a secret entrance to the final level of the backrooms. She finally settled on a dark ground to find a gray looking huge spiral staircase in front of her. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 9223372036854775807: THE END* Naked and scared Amy had no choice but to approach the gray stairs in front of her. As soon as she stepped on one of the steps the door she came from shut behind her. The stairs was incredibly tall, dark, spiral and surround by walls. The steps in the staircase were floating, metal square slabs that gently shifted around. “All i wanted was just some sleep i cant! I cant! I am too tired and too cold for this! And now i am all naked!” Amy said while sobbing. Nonetheless she collected her strength and started climbing the stairs slowly. Amy found occasional locked doors as she ascended the creepy staircase. She kept climbing as she trembled in the cold to no end. She occasionally sat on the steps to take a break from climbing. It took about two hours until she finally reached the very top of the stairs. She found a door with a letters electronic pad beside it. She tried opening it but it was locked. She knew then that it needed a password. She was frustrated as she tried different combinations of names and letters to no avail. But finally she got the bright idea of putting her name in. A . M . Y . The door beeped and unlocked. She opened it to find a dark hallway but saw a very bright light at the end of the tunnel. She started walking towards it when suddenly dozens of decayed hands started coming out from both sides of the walls and tried to grab her. She screamed and started running and kept hitting the hands away. “Have to reach the light at the end of the tunnel! The light at the end of the tunnel! The light at the end of the tunnel!” She kept repeating to herself while taking the hands off her.. and finally she reached it after a struggle. - - - *THE FRONTROOMS* Suddenly she fell on a solid ground. It looked like gravy dirt. Her face was fixated on the ground with her long brunette her covering her facials, she sat on her knees and as she did so her bladder finally gave in once more from all the pressure and fear she just faced. The puddle started to extend on the ground she sat on as urine flowed from her bare vagina. A mysterious man with a black hat and a black coat was standing there with a peculiar type of phone. He was filming the incident on a live feed under an anonymous name since before Amy even appeared. While he was filming a crowd began to gather around Amy. One ethical man saw the mysterious man filming her and ran towards him shouting; “STOP FILMING HER YOU IMMORAL PIECE OF SHIT!!!” The mysterious man started running away from the scene and vanished. Which interrupted his video. Amy snapped back into reality when she heard the man shouting. She looked back up and looked at the crowd of people surrounding her, realizing that she was naked and that she had pissed herself on the floor. The bystanders had witnessed that. She looked around in panic to find herself in a park she’d never been to before. Amy started to slowly realize that she is the very same girl she had watched on Anthony’s phone. It was really her. A woman took off her coat and covered Amy immediately with it as she helped her to stand up. “Whe- where am i? What is th- the da- date?” Amy stutteringly said as she asked the helpful lady in order to confirm her suspicions. “What do you mean honey? It’s Monday the 16th of March. You’re in Lasix. Come you need help and medical attention i’ll take care of you.” The helpful woman said confusingly answering her as she walked with Amy away from the scene. The woman’s answer had confirmed to Amy that she was indeed the girl in the video. She had traveled back in time two days prior to when she first entered the backrooms and it landed her in Lasix, a city in a country on the other half of the globe of where she lived in Lustral. She didn’t quite understand what had actually happened. But what was confirmed that the backrooms did actually exist, a reality or a bunch of realities defying all known laws of time and physics filled with monstrous entities. But she was relieved. After all Amy was one of the lucky very few who managed to survive the backrooms and live to tell the tale. - - - The video was nonetheless shared by the mysterious man and it started trending on all platforms with the headline “Mysterious Naked Pissing Girl Appears Out of Thin Air in Lasix Public Park.” - - - “WOW!” Jane exclaimed. “This is weird.. didn’t you guys notice something? It seemed like the man who filmed the video knew exactly where the girl will appear. The video started before she even appeared.” Amy said confusingly. “Well i agree but i noticed something else.. call me crazy but this girl looks exactly like you Amy..” Anthony said as he looked at his confused friend. “No way..” Jane said. “That’s impossible haha! First of all this video was posted two days ago, Monday 16th of March, today is Wednesday 18th of March! Two days ago i was with you guys at college remember?? Secondly, this video was literally filmed in a city called Lasix located on the literal other side of the planet! There’s just no possible way it’s me!” AMY SAID CONFIDENTLY. - - -
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  16. Hello again! I have been in the mood to write another story, this one another solo. It’s not something I remember as well as the others though, so I have to admit that I embellished it a bit and filled in the blanks in my memory, so it definitely straddles the line between an experience and fiction. I’m not quite sure where the mods draw the line (or if it’s really that big of an issue), but I put it in here because it’s based on a real experience and this is where I’ve put all my stories so far. Sorry if it seems exceptionally disjointed by the way – I had to stop writing suddenly but wanted to post what I have. Also – if anyone has any requests for things to me to write about, please do ask! Whether its types of experiences I’ve had or a fictional story idea, I’d appreciate the feedback and inspiration! When I was in university, I had a really good friend that lived about 15-20 minutes away from my apartment at the time by foot. I’d walk over fairly frequently, and we’d usually chat and watch TV until late into the afternoon/evening, and I would end up walking home around 10 or 11 when I started getting sleepy. I wanted to write a story about one of those times! This afternoon (I can’t remember the day – probably a Friday or Saturday?), I’d spent most of the afternoon with my friend watching who knows what. It was fairly warm that day from what I remember, so I’d definitely been drinking water throughout the day, and I remember my friend giving me a cup of sweet tea that evening. If you’re not familiar with “sweet tea” in some parts of the US, it’s basically sugar with a bit of water and tea flavoring in it. I remember having to wash out my mouth with an entire bottle of water just to get the taste out – it was way, way too sweet for me! I guess all of this is a long way of saying that I drank a lot over the afternoon, and didn’t really go to the bathroom. I remember tending not to use the bathroom at this friend’s house – he was a great friend, but let’s just say his housekeeping skills needed some work. I remember falling asleep on the couch as we were watching something longer and older – Golden Girls maybe? – thanks in part to the drink or two I’d had that night. I remember my friend gently shaking my shoulder to wake me up, and I instinctively stretched to wake myself up. I stopped after a second or two as I noticed a stretching pain in my abdomen. It vaguely registered to me that I had to pee, but I wasn’t really awake yet. I talked with my friend a bit, I think he just told me I’d fallen asleep and it was late. “I guess I should go home,” I yawned and stood up, still groggy. I shifted back and forth a bit, feeling the fullness in my stomach. “Want to use the restroom before you go?” he asked as I finished off my drinks. “No, I’m good,” I said reflexively as I yawned. “Okay,” he said, in that kind of “if you say so” sort of way. We hugged, and probably chatted a bit in the doorway, but not that long this day – it was pretty warm. I remember giving my friend a hug and feeling the pressure on my bladder get even worse, but I was still groggy. As soon as the door shut and I turned around and began walking through my friend’s apartment complex, it finally set in. “Shit,” I whispered to myself, and stopped walking down the stairwell I was on. I looked down at my stomach, and you could clearly see my stomach bulging through my white t-shirt. A gust of wind made my shirt flutter around a little bit, and it clung to my stomach. “Damn,” I found myself thinking. “I look really fat right now.” I’m not sure why that, of all things, was my biggest concern right now, but it was. I looked down at my shorts – they were skinny, well fit and (just my luck) light grey/blue denim. I remember wearing a belt, but not what kind. I definitely remember wearing white briefs. I looked down at my stomach, then up at the road I had to walk down to get home. It wasn’t too busy this time of night, but there was still some traffic, and I was too far away to see my apartment complex. I turned and looked back at my friend’s front door, wincing a bit at the pain in my stomach. For a second, I almost turned and went back to his door to ask to use the toilet, but something about the pain in my stomach flipped a switch on me. There was suddenly some part of me that absolutely loved the pain I was in, and even more loved the anxiety I felt, knowing that I might not make it back. Some part of my brain thought to the rest of me, “Do it, b!tch, start walking home,” and the rest of me shuddered at the thought, suddenly awake and alive. How bad would it hurt? Would anyone notice me squirming or walking home funny? Worst case, what if… I didn’t make it? Before even half of that had crossed my mind, I found myself down the flight of stairs and walking off towards the street. I stuck my hands inside my pockets and walked determinedly towards my apartment. Walking wasn’t popular where I lived, so the roads didn’t have well-maintained sidewalks. Hitting the uneven pavement definitely played havoc with my walking, and my bladder too. I felt around my pockets to see if I could reach myself, and I just barely could. When there weren’t oncoming cars, I was rubbing my finger up and down my shaft over my briefs. It worked before long, and I got hard enough to help me have to pee a little bit less. The problem for me, though, is that I can get myself mentally worked up pretty easily, and I knew if I went past edging myself, I’d be seconds away from soaking wet pants. I couldn’t help but imagine it, how good it would feel, both to let go and to cum, and I had to stop. I felt very, very close to cumming in my pants, right there on the sidewalk. I stopped walking and kept my dick pointed off to one side, my hand cupped over it in my pocket to keep anything from touching it even slightly. I felt like even a brush from my shorts would set me off right then. I tried to stand stock still, hands cupped in my pockets, slightly bent over at the waist, and wait to be … less aroused, I guess? While I was standing there trying not to think of sexy things, it occurred to me that the longer I waited, the more pain I would be in, and the more likely I would be to wet my pants before I got home. That thought did not help me calm down. As I felt myself closer and closer to cumming, I froze in place, squeezed my eyes and tried to think of the most un-sexy things that I could imagine. I tried to block out the sensation of something working its way through my shaft … and just barely splash into my underwear. I’d just barely avoided cumming in my pants, but I hadn’t come (hahah) out unscathed. I could feel a patch of slimy wetness on my underwear, and once I’d gotten more control of myself and the feeling of cumming had almost completely gone, I realized I’d better get walking again. I’d wasted several minutes with my plan to edge myself for relief, probably doubling the length of my walk home now. “I’d better get going,” I thought to myself, “and I’d better leave it alone.” As I kept walking over the unkempt and uneven concrete, I felt my bladder feeling strangely inflated (not just in the “about to piss myself” way), and even worse, a little numb, like my muscles were beginning to quiver. “You’ve got this,” I tried to convince myself. “You wanted this, you can do it. You will hold it.” That was when I got to the hardest part of the walk. There was a gap in the concrete where there was a drainage ditch that ran under the road. It was too long to just step over, and I can’t remember why, but I couldn’t walk across the road – maybe there were just too many cars. My only option was to jump across the ditch, and I did not want to. I stood there for a few seconds with my hands balled up in my pockets, but I thought about the time I’d already wasted with my edging idea, and knew I’d better bite the bullet. I backed up a few steps, ran a few steps back away from the ditch, and started to run. I jumped as hard as I could just shy of the ditch, and landed on my feet, trying to bend my knees as I landed safely on the other side to cushion my landing. It didn’t totally work. As I hit the ground, a sharp pain shot up and through my bladder, strong enough that I stayed bent at the knees rather than standing up. I clenched my muscles closed as hard as I could, but a shot of adrenaline ran through me when I felt a spurt dribble out of me and into my briefs. The adrenaline plus the feeling of my wet underwear was electric, and I felt myself nearing the edge again despite not even being hard. I stood there with my fists in my pockets again, trying to back myself away from the edge I’d just jumped on to. A couple cars drove by me, and I had to wonder what they thought I was up to, and what they’d think if they knew I was probably minutes away from pissing myself (or… something else). I remember squeezing my fists together and grunting to hold back a contraction from my bladder that was incredibly difficult to resist, in multiple ways, but I held on, determined to make it back and not have everyone driving past me see me with soaked shorts. I was incredibly tempted to grab myself through my pocket to keep myself from leaking anymore, but I knew that if I did, I’d probably lose control in a different way. I kept walking determinedly towards the entrance to my apartment complex, and I think I managed to make it without really leaking, at least too much. I definitely remember there was a part of my brain taunting me, teasing me about how close I was to losing it and how I might not make it back dry. Or rather, that I’d make it back less dry than I already was. There were two street entrances to my apartment complex, one off the street I was going down now, and another in a kind of side street that was maybe another half mile or mile and around a corner from where I was walking now. I finally made it around to the front of my complex (I couldn’t see the front because it was walled in with a pretty big wall), and I just about pissed myself then and there when I saw that there was construction at the main entrance that had started since I’d left. I stood there for a while looking for a way to walk through the tape, construction equipment, whatever was there, and I remember I couldn’t find a way to use the entrance. I don’t remember why exactly, just that I couldn’t. I felt a tiny drop of piss leak out of me again, and I took that as a sign to get moving – I had a long, long walk ahead of me. I felt my stomach sink, and part of me knew that I would not make it. I just had to piss too badly to make it back to my apartment going the long way. I was sweating as I walked, my white t-shirt clinging to me, and my hair clinging to my forehead. I’d walked past the front entrance to the complex, and couldn’t help but look back, to see if there was any path in that I’d missed, since I’d never walked this way around the complex before. I was ecstatic to see a possible way in – it turned out that there was a dirt mound that ran up the other side of the wall, as if they had to dig out part of a hill to make the complex, and I could walk right up to the top of the wall. I didn’t know what was on the other side, but I knew I had to get in that way. I walked quickly up the side of the hill and peeked over the edge. I swallowed nervously. There was a drop on to some grass, but the drop was longer than I was tall. I knew I had to, though. There just wasn’t another way I even had a chance of making it back dry. I sat on the top of the wall for a moment and grabbed myself through my briefs and pocket and took a few deep breaths. I knew I could easily lose it doing this, but I still thought it was my only hope. It was about here that I got the idea to record myself doing this, and took my phone out of my pocket and held it in my left hand after starting video recording. I grabbed on to myself with my right hand, winced a bit as I felt my briefs go squish with wetness and make my pocket damp as I grabbed them, and I shoved off of the top. I landed on my feet, cushioned my fall by bending my knees again, and for a second everything went black as a bolt of pain radiated out over my entire abdomen from my bladder. As the world came back, I felt my hand get even wetter, and squeezed, hard. I felt pee build up in my shaft, but with nowhere it could empty to, I stopped the leaking relatively quickly. I looked down at my pants in horror, and there was a wet patch about the size of a baseball or two off to the side where I was holding myself through my pocket. I felt more in my shaft, though, and knew I was kind of screwed when it came to letting it out – I pointed the camera at my crotch and relaxed my fist gently. I tried to soak up what was in there with the fabric of my pocket, but I felt some running over my balls and knew I would have some wetness between dripping down between my legs now. I looked and, sure enough, another baseball sized wet patch was between my legs, and my underwear felt soaked to boot. But now that I could walk without holding myself and leaking, I started power walking over to my apartment building. Unfortunately, I was actually on the other side of the complex from my apartment, and in an area I’d never really had any reason to walk through before. I walked past the first set of apartment buildings (I was trying to walk between them rather than along the walkways to save time) and ended up in some courtyard. I looked around and tried to find my way out. While I was, a few more drops found their way out as my bladder contracted. I groaned to myself as the only exit I could find was back towards the entrance to the apartments, and just started power walking there. I probably looked like I was a wreck at the time – I was sweating way too much for the temperature outside, my shirt was clinging to my torso (and bulging stomach/bladder), and my pants were damp in a couple places. I brushed my hair back out of my eyes, not really caring what I looked like anymore, aside from not wanting to wet my pants even more. I kept walking briskly and could see my car and apartment off in the distance. “Not much longer!” I thought to myself, and I could feel a sense of relief float through me at the idea that I’d mostly make it. I barely noticed a guy walking past me, a few years older than me I guessed, and definitely cute – someone I would stop and try to talk to, in different circumstances. As it was though, I think I just blushed furiously and leaked a bit more into my shorts just before I passed him. I noticed him definitely looking at me, and worse, smirking while giving me a look-over from head to toe, probably with my wet crotch and bulging stomach in between. I looked down at my pants once I’d walked by, and my crotch was actually dryer – the wetness had kind of spread out and dried a bit in the warm weather – but there was a noticeable wet spot between my legs. I blushed again, knowing he must have seen it, but kept powering on to my door, which was starting to be just in reach. I couldn’t get that guy out of my head though, and the same part of my brain that told me to walk home without peeing first started mocking me. I couldn’t get past the fact that I’d just walked by someone in probably visibly wet pants – my heart started pounding and I walked faster, as fast as I safely could towards my apartment door. Along the way, there were dumpsters with three-way walls part way around it, with the front open for people to toss in garbage. You couldn’t see through the fences (they were solid, made of wood) and there was some space behind them, between the dumpster and the fence. My heart was racing, and as I just passed by one of them, my brain told me I had to turn back and get back there, I was just freaking out too much. I did a quick 180 to go back to the dumpster and panicked even more when I saw the guy from before in the distance, walking back towards me (he had gone to get his mail or something, I guess?). I dashed into the little fenced off area behind the dumpster with my heart pounding and body tensing and shaking, worried he’d seen me go back there. But it didn’t matter. Once I was out of view of him, a huge wave of tension wracked my entire body, and without feeling it, I started pissing full blast into my shorts. I stumbled, barely able to hold onto my phone and take the few more steps to get fully hidden. I groaned as I heard the pee hissing into my pants and fall down my legs onto my shoes. I fell onto one knee as I got behind the dumpster and grabbed onto some metal/concrete pole thing to keep myself from falling straight onto the ground. I hoisted myself up to sit on the pole, still pissing myself, and just spread my legs, tucked my feet back behind me, and tried and failed to stop the inevitable. I was shaking like crazy as I watched my light denim shorts get more and more soaked, and listened to my pee splash onto the concrete. I snapped out of it just enough to think that the guy I walked past would hear the splashing. I panicked more, and kind of shoved myself off of the pole with my feet. I landed on my knees, a bit painfully, with my legs spread and feet back, continuing to piss myself. I lay my back against the pole and gave in. I heard the slight trickle from my pants, like a tiny little fountain or faucet or something, and my heart started pounding as I heard footsteps approaching me. I tried as hard as I could to stop peeing again, but I honestly just couldn't. It was like trying to move a muscle I didn’t have. I cupped my free hand over my mouth and nose and listened as the footsteps got closer. My heart pounded out of my chest as the footsteps were right on the other side of the dumpster and stopped for a while. I squeezed my eyes closed as they stopped and walked around out front. I was sure I was going to be found out, having completely soaked myself behind a dumpster. I felt my entire body release tension as I heard a pling of garbage being tossed into the dumpster, and the steps moved on. Somehow, I started pissing myself even more, and collapsed forward, bent over onto my elbows, my head between my arms. I just stayed there, shaking occasionally, as my bladder finally emptied. I watched as the puddle I was making started soaking the concrete and flowing down to the grass. Once I was done, I got back up onto my knees and sat on the pole. I felt a squish as I sat on my wet pants. I looked at myself for a while – thanks to all the positions I’d been wetting myself in, my shorts were completely soaked as far as I could see, and my t-shirt was soaked from me sweating with the effort of holding it in. I felt so much lighter and thinner now that my stomach wasn’t bloated with whatever I’d been drinking that night, and just that feeling alone was amazing. I couldn’t help but want to see the damage on the inside. I unzipped my pants and undid my waist button and belt, and held my shorts open slightly. I immediately got hard when I saw that my white underwear had turned almost completely transparent. I was already getting hard as I zipped myself back up, feeling the texture of my underwear and jeans rub against me as I got harder. I re-did my belt – much easier now, I’d noticed – and as I moved my pants redoing my belt, I rubbed just enough to start exploding in my pants. I clamped my mouth and jaw shut to stifle the noises I couldn’t stop myself from making, and tried to steady myself on the pole as my vision closed in. My free hand flew to my crotch to rub myself and get the most out of my orgasm – if I was going to soak myself behind a dumpster, I may as well have fun doing it, right? I was pumping incredibly, almost painfully, hard, and even managed to feel the splashing in my already soaked underwear. I have no idea how long I kept going for, but I know I had to sit there for a minute or two afterwards – the whole thing was just utterly exhausting. If you’ve never held until you genuinely lose control before, it really does take a lot of energy, even more than a really hard work out. When I finally got my wits back, I checked the damage. My pants were almost completely soaked except for the sides of my thighs. My t-shirt was soaked and transparent up to part of my stomach, at least in the front. My shoes and socks were damp and a little squishy, but I think I’d managed to spare them the worst of it. Lucky for me, I thought, I was too wet to immediately look like I’d pissed myself, because my shorts seemed uniformly wet. My heart was pounding in my chest as I peeked around the dumpster, checking to see if the coast was clear, first out the front of the little enclosure, then out to the sides. Lucky for me, I didn’t see anyone. I started running over to my door, just a hundred feet or so away, and blushed again as I felt my wet shorts rubbing against my thighs. I ran over to my enclosed stairwell, and relaxed as I was out of sight of the public again. I got out my keys and shot over to my apartment door (where I was visible to everyone again), and opened it as quickly as I could, hiding behind the door the instant I could. Before I closed the door, I looked around … and burst out laughing to myself as I saw the guy from earlier in front of his apartment, looking right at me. I blushed furiously again and shut the door. Now that I was alone, it was time to clean up. After a bit more fun, of course!
  17. https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/125493?m= A forgotten car pee video that we've all missed. Maybe someone can put this in here? Thanks.
  18. Another two elavtaor wetting videos that are nowhere to be found. Maybe someone can put those here? Thank you. https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/133767?m= https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/130764?m=
  19. Hi, Just wondered if any guys in London or Cambridge UK fancied meeting up to wet and piss together? Maybe some wet games, challenges or forfeits too.... any takers? 🙂
  20. From the album: AlphaHyoudou's Art

    Yes, I know that Halloween happened... almost a month ago? but this drawing is too good and honestly I completely forgot to post it here 😅 on Halloween nights there is a lot of fun, sweets, costumes and... Exactly, full bladders 😏
  21. Hi guys, this is the first ever story that I've written. It's by no means a masterpiece as I am certainly no author. I just had an idea and wanted to get it out there. I'm planning on including all of the tags I've used at some point within the chapters so sorry if your favourite hasn't come up yet. I have ideas of the direction the story will take so if you guys like it then please let me know and I'll keep posting. If you don't like it then let me know and I'll stop posting and just keep the stories to myself. One thing I will say is that these chapters will all be quite long and some may not have much actual wetting content. I'm a story lover so I'm also going to be telling a story with this. For those who don't like that sort of thing, I will try to remember to put a sort of scale at the start of the chapter, indicating how much wetting content is in it for you to just skip to. I'm not going to be indicating which tags will be used in each chapter though so you'll just have to take a gamble. For those of you who want to read the story, thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Also, please let me know of any spelling/grammar or continuity mistakes. I'm not an English major but I know how frustrating it can be when you're engrossed in something and then you spot a mistake, so I will edit it accordingly. Anyway, on with the show... Chapter 1: A New Beginning Wetting Content: Small We had been on the road for almost 3 hours. It was a hot, sunny afternoon in the middle of June and my neither my mum, brother or me had any energy to talk to eachother. Every water bottle from the pack of 6 we brought with us had been used up an hour ago, and we still had another hour's drive left. As I sat there in the back seat of my mum's new company car, I looked out the window and began to think about what our new home might be like. My mum had recently been promoted in her career, and whilst that meant a big salary increase and new car, it also meant travelling to a new town over 200 miles south of where I know. I'm very much an introvert at heart, and in my 19 years of being on this planet I've only ever had what I would consider 1 true friend. That friendship ended when I was 7 and then they moved away too. I'd never even had a relationship. Not that I hadn't had any interest, after all a 5'5 girl with the hair of Hermione from Harry Potter, and the figure of Scarlett Johansson was bound to attract a few eyes. Throw in a few freckles on my milky white skin and apparently I'm like a single flower surrounded by bees. Still, I had grown used to it over the past couple of years to the point where I barely noticed. The stares had certainly died down amongst the local boys, and even a few girls in my town. Everyone knew what I looked like by now. I was comfortable in my old town, but now I'm having to move away from the familiar faces, away from the only house I've ever lived in and move to a town none of us have ever heard of, and a house that none of us have ever seen. Not in person anyway. We'd seen a few photos that the estate agent had provided us with, but they weren't the best, and I never trust those photos anyway, they always hide something. The ones we saw made the house look very nice with it's angles and fisheye lense to make the house seem bigger. The walls seemed very clean and damp free from what I could see, so that was a good sign, and it seemed to have been renovated recently with modern appliances, but I still had my reservations. For one the carpets all seemed to be an off shade of yellow, and looked like they had stains all over them. Another there was only one photo of the bathroom, or should I say half the bathroom, as it only showed the bath and sink! However we didn't have much time to consider multiple options and as my mum said, we can always replace carpets. As we approached the welcome sign of our new town, we all gave an internal cheer. 4 hours on the move without stopping had left us all quite desperate for the toilet. I had asked to stop about 90 minutes ago when the need to pee had first started, figuring that the others would also want to relieve themselves. My mum on the other hand thought we all could hold it, she didn't like stopping if she could help it, even when nature was very clearly calling. This stubborn attitude had resulted in a few close calls and the occasional accident on past road trips, and she refused to learn from her mistake. Sure enough, as we turned down our new street I saw my mum and brother shuffle a little bit in their seats. I had also unconsciously started rocking back and forth with my hand between my legs. Our new street was long, and as I looked out the car window at all of the houses going by I saw a little kid having a water bomb fight with his dad in the front garden. I watched him laughing and running around, it was a nice thing to see, and I gave a small smile before noticing the wet patch on the kid's trousers. "Great" I thought, "what a perfect reminder of what will happen if we don't get to the house soon". I rolled my eyes and looked back out of the window, just in time to glance at the father. I could've sworn I saw a wet patch almost identical to his son's, and the rest of his clothes looked bone dry so it was either an unfortunate shot with a water bomb, or something else. As I tried to do a double take the house went out of view, and the luggage piled in the boot stopped me from looking out the back window. I shrugged it off as a trick of the light instead and went back to looking at the houses. They were all very modest, new build, semi-detached houses with a small patch of lawn out the front and a driveway big enough for 2 cars. My mum never told me how much the house was, but she did seem to think it was an absolute steal, and after pulling into our new drive and looking up at the house I had to agree. There was no way my mum could afford this place on her own normally, even with the pay rise. My mum and my dad had split when I was very young, so she raised me and my brother pretty much single handedly, and this promotion had meant a lot to us. I didn't have time to marvel at the new house and wonder how my mum got such a bargain though, because as soon as the keys in the car's ignition were turned and the engine gently switched off, it was a mad rush to the front door. My brother had a big disadvantage as he was the opposite side of the car to the house, but he is 6'2, thin as a rake and 3 years older than me, so he was able to round the car and reach the front door around the same time as me and mum. We were all dancing around at this point. As my mum fumbled for the keys she gasped, threw her hand between her legs and clenched them together, screwing up her white, knee high pleated skirt in the process. My mum is very much like me physically. She is only 37 as she had me very young, and as I've grown older we've started to be mistaken for sisters more and more. The only major difference is her bright blue dyed hair, which always makes me think of Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. As she gasped I looked down, and as I did so I saw a small trickle of pee go down her left leg. Seeing this only made my own situation worse, and sure enough a small spurt of pee escaped into my own panties. I managed not to gasp and alert the others about what had happened, but then panic started to set in. Unlike my mum, who could just cover up an accident with her skirt, I decided to sit the long drive in my light blue skinny jeans, which would definitely show any signs of an accident. My brother had had enough, so with him being a guy, he decided to go round the side of the house and use his natural super power of being able to pee anywhere. I've always been jealous of that. My mum finally got the key in the door, unlocked it and stumbled inside. Unfortunately for me she was a few seconds too late, as at that moment my brother had started to relieve himself against the wall and the sound of the pee hitting brick reached my ears. Another spurt of pee escaped into my pants, bigger this time and I felt a bit trickle down my leg. I couldn't hold my gasp back this time, but luckily my mum had already shot off inside the house, leaving the keys in the wide open door, so neither she nor my brother heard. I managed to compose myself, grabbed the keys, went inside and closed the door. An air freshener went off as I did so, which must be on a sensor and programmed to go off whenever someone walked on the house judging from the little red light pointing down at the door. I turned and saw the house in person for the first time. As first impressions go when you enter a new house whilst fighting the urge not to just relax and let over 4 hours worth of built up pee empty into your pants, this one wasn't bad. I started heading towards the stairs whilst looking around, and saw that the house was actually quite spacious, the photos weren't lying as much as I thought. It was mostly empty though except for a few white goods in the kitchen that I could see down the hall and for some reason a wall mounted clothes horse above the radiator near the front door. I had just got to the stairs when I heard a loud "What the fuck!" Come from above me. I headed up the stairs slowly so as not to accidently release another spurt of pee into my jeans, and after eventually reaching the top, walked towards the open door to the bathroom. When I got to the doorway I looked around again. It was huge, almost as big as the lounge of the old house. The first thing I noticed was that my mum was sitting in what was very clearly the sink with her skirt up to her waist but her panties were nowhere to be seen. She was still wearing them. This was obviously very odd but I attributed it to her being so desperate that just saw the first thing with a drain and went for it, and didn't have time to pull her panties down. She had a very relaxed look on her face with her eyes closed and I could hear the sound of her pee hissing into her panties and then hitting the porcelein sink. The urge to release came back to me in full force, but I was able to control myself this time by crossing my legs and clenching like my life depended on it. I walked inside the bathroom after the urge died down slightly and looked around for the toilet. I had made it to the bath when my eyes widened in shock as the realisation hit me. There isn't one. I could barely move at this point and I definitely didn't have time to search the house. It's probably the room next door, but if I moved again then the floodgates would surely open and I would be standing in a puddle with wet jeans. I did the only thing that I could think of, I undid my jeans, grabbed the waistband of both them and my panties and shoved them to my ankles. Then in the same movement I angled my butt and vagina over the side of the bath tub and relaxed. The feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and audibly moaned as I unclenched and the pee started gushing out down the inside of the bath towards the plug. It felt like it went on for hours, hours of pure bliss to be finally relaxed. I hadn't had a pee that lasted that long or felt that good in years. Once the flow had finally stopped I kept sitting there with my eyes closed, still recovering from that feeling. After a few more seconds I opened my eyes to see my mum still sat on the sink looking at me. I smiled at her but the smile was not reciprocated. Instead what I got was a look of confusion. She got down from the sink and dropped her skirt down, then looked back at me with the same look and said: "I ran around the whole house just now to find the toilet and found nothing. There isn't one in here, so unless I missed it in my desperation, that means there's no toilet in the house". I looked down at the floor between my mum's legs and saw a few drops of pee hit the ground that had fallen from her still soaked panties. My mum also looked down, but she looked at my jeans that were at my ankles and saw the wet spot that had formed at the crotch. "I guess neither of us quite made it in time" she said. "You think!?" I shot back in a very sarcastic tone "I asked you if we could stop over an hour ago and you refused, now we've both got wet underwear". "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I may have misjudged the situation but I wanted to get here before rush hour and before the moving truck, I still don't know how bad the roads are around here". I was still annoyed but could tell that her appology was genuine, so I didn't push it. Instead I just told her it's ok, got up and pulled the damp clothes back up my legs. It felt weird not wiping, but the toilet paper was still in the car, not that it would have made any difference now anyway. Thinking about that suddenly made what my mum had just said register in my brain. "Hang on, there's no toilet in the house? At all?! What the hell are we going to do when we need to go?!" "I don't know honey, I'll have to call the estate agent, but we'll have to worry about all of that later. Where's your brother? We need to unload the car before the moving truck gets here". "He's somewhere downstairs, he went round the side of the house to pee when you were trying to open the front door". We both headed downstairs. "It's alright saying worry about it later" I thought, "but not having a toilet is quite a big problem, one that we needed to solve quickly".
  22. Hello people of the Interwebs! Now, I know I already have an Omori Omorashi topic, however, I want to save that topic for stories that I have a lot of ideas for and is a reasonable length. Over here will just be a fun place to post short little side stories. I hope you enjoy whatever the hell this thing will become. See ya!
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    Found this video on twitter and wanted to share and see if anyone could find her, here is the tweet https://twitter.com/shehad2pee/status/1585784400800878592?t=KUDp43PA0BzceQrbM8k15A&s=19
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