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So as the tittle suggest, I went on a long walk in the moors yesterday. When I got back I decided to simply stand in the shower and pee as everything was going in the wash anyway. I was wearing grey (sih) trousers and white pants - all totally soaked (Watermarked)Long walk.mp4

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"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).

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TLDR: In college I got dared by my three closest friends (all female) to pee in my pants, but I said I would only do it if one of them did it too. Comedy and wetness ensued. This story is true. But to protect the innocent (and/or guilty), names and locations have been changed, along with the general time period. I have also exaggerated some inconsequential things (like the distance to my house), and outright changed some major things, like the timing (which in reality happened over several days, but is portrayed here as all happening in one night) to make it easier to follow and enjoy. A good example of this is the "when was the last time you wet your pants" discussion, which in reality took place over many months, with each person separately, but I have combined them all into this one night. But the core of the story, and the number of people and wet pairs of pants, is as accurate as I can remember it. (I helps that I wrote about it in my diary when it happened, which is why I know the amount of detail I do, after so much time.) This story is long, but I'm going to tell it all in one go, instead of dividing it, because I hate when I read a story that doesn't finish. (I'm not a fast reader, and it takes me about 35 minutes.) I have also told it in such a way that my gender isn't revealed, in case it allows the reader more enjoyment to imagine the storyteller being X or Y. Or Zee. (My profile contains my actual gender, if you want to see.) It all happened during spring semester at Gleeson University, a small liberal arts college in almost the exact center of the USA. I was a first year graduate student, and had made some fast but long-lasting friends. By mid-March, three quarters of the way through the school year, we were a tight-knit group. The four of us were part of a larger group of seven (one additional girl and two guys; we'll call them Ree, Dack, and Ted), but they're only barely relevant to the events below. Vicki was a second year master's student who had done her bachelor's at Gleeson also. Natalie and Kaitlyn were both seniors in their undergrad, and had met Vicki the year before, but were not really close until this year. I won't comment on the degree that I and Vicki were pursuing, but I'll be honest and say that Nat and Kaitlyn were both theater majors. I loved hanging out with theater kids, as they were generally attractive, confident, and would pretty much try anything once. Natalie and Kaitlyn were also wicked smart, and enjoyed hanging out with us "normal" people, probably because we were older, and knew the ropes. Both of them were interested in the master's program, so I'm sure that played a role too. But we were genuine friends, and not just in college. I lost contact with Natalie over the years, but Kaitlyn and I still chat occasionally, and Vicki and I dated for a while many years later when we reconnected, and are still friends. None of them ever knew of my omo fetish, which was already in full bloom, but I had not yet shared it with anyone. Vicki was about 5'2" tall (1.6 meters - you're welcome NotAmerica!), and she was half Irish, half Italian, and all Roman Catholic. She had no discernable accent (unlike her parents), and had dark curly hair. She was as headstrong as she was competitive, and loved Star Wars and The Hitchhiker's Guide. I loved her immediately. On the night in question she was wearing medium-light colored jeans, and crocks. Kaitlyn was what she called "half red-head", in that she had the classic light skin and some freckles, but her moderately long hair was mostly light brown with only a twinge of red. She was 5'5 (1.63m), ever so slightly plump, and was from somewhere in the southern US, with a slight drawl at times. She was brilliant at doing accents and imitating people, and was a fantastic actress. She loved Shakespeare, and was gaga for Kenneth Branagh. She was wearing thin cream colored pants that went almost down to her ankles, and sandals, with socks. As undergrads, Kaitlyn and Natalie shared a room in one of the off-campus "dorms" on the same side of town as Vicki. They were more like shared apartments, with separate rooms and common bathrooms, but they were owned by the school, so everyone called them dorms. Natalie was the baby of the group, in that she was both several months younger than Kaitlyn, and also only 5'0 (1.5m) tall, and thin. We actually called her "baby" sometimes, but it was a term of endearment, not implying she was immature. True, she was the most childlike, innocent, and free-spirited of all of us, but as an actress, she knew how to commit, and was a fierce force onstage. She had very long dark, straight hair, down almost to her waist, and could really rock pigtails, but this night she wore it down, with a headband above her ears to keep it out of her face. She was the very definition of the word "cute". She loved The Simpson's, South Park, and Star Trek. She was wearing long pale blue denim overalls, with tapered legs, and white socks with sneakers. I should also mention that Natalie was not only a virgin, but had never masturbated, something I learned from Kaitlyn, and swore not to let on that I knew. I assumed it was a religious thing, but I never knew for sure. I myself (henceforth known as Pan) am on the tall side, with straight sandy-blonde hair and blue eyes. I lived close to Vicki, and usually walked to her place, even though I had a car. This night I was wearing a pair of light tan pants that I had never peed in before, but had worn once or twice and washed. I loved these pants so much I bought two pair. They were like khakis, but made of softer material, and very comfy, as well as stylish. I was also wearing white socks and tennis shoes. All of us were wearing shirts or blouses, the color of which is lost to memory, and I'm reasonably sure all of us were wearing underwear. So, it's a Tuesday evening, and the four of us were hanging out at Vicki's apartment, about a 15-minute drive from campus. One or two of the other guys in our group were supposed to be there too, but something came up. We had met to eat pizza and watch a movie, The Red Violin, which Vicki had on DVD. We were all enchanted by the story, and we talked about it at length afterward, while polishing off the pizza. Most of us were either off the next day, or had late morning classes, so none of us was overly concerned about getting home late. After the movie, we started a game of trivial pursuit, got bored after about 30 minutes from our lack of progress, and played a few other games for a while. Then, about 10pm, just as I thought we might be done for the night, Natalie or Kaitlyn (I don't remember which) said she had a game in the car she wanted to try. I genuinely don't remember the name of this game. It was either an early incarnation of the "Against Humanity" series, or some "Would you Rather" or "Never Have I Ever" kind of thing. Each card had a "have you ever"-type question on one side, and a dare on the other, which perhaps was intended to be a forfeit you had to pay if you didn't want to answer the question. Since we only had four people, we decided not to play in teams, but instead would put three against the one who was "it", answering questions about "have you ever" situations, and sometimes taking the dare instead. Sometimes we'd lay out 7 or so cards of embarrassing things, and ask how many of those had happened to each of us. These led to some great stories, of all types. Some fun things happened in the dare department, too. I know two of them kissed each other, and somebody mooned us at some point, but it wasn't until the last round that this story really begins. Despite only a modest amount of alcohol consumption, it was one of the greatest nights, and I don't think I had ever laughed so much in one evening. About 11pm or 11:30ish we decided to play one last round of our game, and decided that we each had to do a dare. Kaitlyn agreed to go first, and she dealt out three cards, one to Vic, Nat, and me, and we got to collaborate and choose a dare from one of those cards. I can't remember what the dares were, but at least one of them was something just mean, like "eat something out of the trash", so we rejected that, knowing that the person would HAVE to do it, per our agreement. We were really close friends after all, and had a close bond of trust that let us be at ease with each other. When a dare was too extreme, we allowed ourselves to draw another card, but only if we showed it to the person who had to do it, so they knew we weren't throwing away the "easy" things. At some point, as Nat and Vicki were trying to decide which dare they wanted for Kaitlyn, I casually said something like "Hurry up; I need to pee." They said "Ok, ok...", and we chose a dare for Kaitlyn, and she did it. (Actually, this may have been the "Moon someone" dare, but I'm not sure.) Whatever it was, we laughed, and went on a tangent talking about other things for almost a half hour. Next it was my turn. They each drew a dare card, and all looked at them. After a few intense seconds, one of them said, "We can't use any of these." They showed me the cards. One was something like "Shave your balls", one was "Go outside naked", and the third was similarly ridiculous, and/or not at all appropriate for our situation. So, I agreed they could draw more cards. I thought they would draw three more and compare, but it just sort-of evolved that they started taking cards one at a time, looking at them, shaking their heads and saying "No", and drawing another. After four or so cards I said "wait a minute, let me see", to be sure they weren't throwing away anything easy to do. They weren't; we just got an unlucky streak of unrealistic things, and I was happy to move on. About three more cards later, they all froze and looked at the card they had drawn. Then they looked back and forth at each other, slowly smiling. Kaitlyn suddenly said "No" and shook her head. But as Vicki was starting to put the card back in the deck, Natalie grabbed it out of her hands and in a quick gesture turned it around and held it, arm outstretched, towards my face. On it were three words: "PEE YOUR PANTS". Kaitlyn and Vicki just looked at me, smirking, while Natalie was smiling ear to ear. I said "Kaitlyn already said no." But she sheepishly replied, "I changed my mind." I thought Vicki might bail me out, but she quietly said, half contemplation, half command, "Pee your pants." Being unanimous, I did the only thing an omo enthusiast afraid of being caught would do: I said something like "I don't have to go." But Natalie chimed in "You said you had to go like half an hour ago." So I made up another excuse and said "No; it would get all over the carpet." To which Vicki said, "You can go in the kitchen; tile floor." I protested one more time, "But I would have to walk home in these pants." Kaitlyn said, "I can drive you." After a moment's thought, I just grunted, in faux defeated exasperation. Natalie said playfully "You have to do it. We agreed!", to which I said "Yeah, but... but... but...". Slowly, a quiet but growing chant of "Pee! Pee! Pee! Pee!" broke out, eventually bellowed enthusiastically by all three of them, accompanied by claps. Partly because I was afraid they would wake the neighbors, I relented and said "Ok, ok, ok!", to which they all applauded and laughed like little girls. Natalie stood up and pointed to the kitchen like I was going to do it that second. But I said "First, I have one condition." Instantly they were hushed and gave me their full attention. After a moment's pause, the conversion went like this: Kaitlyn: Ok, what's the condition? Me: Since you two, Vicki and Natalie, haven't had your turn yet, one of you two has to do it too. (Silence.) Vicky: Which one of us? Me: Well, that's the beauty of it. You two have to decide. (No response, but smiles were starting to form.) Me: Look, I'm not gonna be the only person to pee in my pants. I need... you know, plausible deniability, or something. Natalie: ...I think you mean Mutually Assured Destruction... Me: Whatever. Look, I don't care how you decide: You can play rock, paper, scissors, choose and number between one and ten... Kaitlyn: Or which one of you has to pee more. (A very long pause.) Vicki: Bu... Oh, I see. We'd be competing. Natalie: You mean, like who can hold it longer? Kaitlyn: Yes! Like a game. Well, a new game. Natalie: Oh gosh, that could be funny, but I don't have a change of clothes here. Kaitlyn: Hey Vic, don't you have a pair of sweatpants or something that would fit Nat? Vicki: Yeah, I guess. Hmmm. Ok, I'll do it, but only if Kaitlyn does it too. Kaitlyn: Me? But I already did my dare. Vicki: Yeah, but this is "a new game", remember? Kaitlyn: Wait a minute. Pan, you have to go now, right? I don't have to pee at all. Didn't you mean someone would do it at the same time as you? Me: Not necessarily, and to be fair in this new game we've stumbled onto, the, uh, "players" should all have a chance to pee first, and then the game begins, so it's a level playing field. Natalie: Oh, no, no, no; I see what you're doing. You're trying to get out of the old game so you don't have to pee your pants. Me: No, I swear. (slowly) I'll agree to pee in my pants now - like any second now, actually! - as long as right after it, your game begins. And Kaitlyn, if you play too, then you don't even have to drive me. I'll walk home, take a quick shower, and be back by the time things get... interesting here. Vicki: You're going to walk home in wet pants? Me: What else can I do? Your sweatpants aren't going to fit me. Plus, Kaitlyn has to stay here and keep you two honest, otherwise you might wuss out and just go pee in the bathroom halfway through. Kaitlyn: (after a long pause...) Ok, I'm in. Natalie: (Clapping) So, you... I mean, we, we all, are really gonna do this? All of it? Me: Rule Number 1: No cameras. Kaitlyn: Rule 2: We never tell Ree, Dack, and Ted about this. Natalie: Rule 3: No wussing out. Me: Rule 4: You have to drink a lot before I get back. Vicki: We can finish the wine coolers; I have three or four left. Me: Drink water first, just for, you know, hangover prevention. Kaitlyn: How much should we say we have to drink? Vicki: Like one big glass of water every, what, half hour? Me: That'll take forever. Every 10 minutes, maybe? Kaitlyn: Gawd, I may not last until you get back. Vicki: Rule 5: Nobody pees on my carpet! After general laughter, it was clear we had nothing more to discuss, so I made a little smirky smile, and started walking toward the kitchen tile. Natalie clapped again in excitement, and a few seconds later we were all standing in the kitchen. Vicki grabbed a chair so she had a front row seat, and Kaitlyn put her hand on the back of it to lean in. Nat eagerly stood on the other side of Vic, smiling. I debated taking off my shoes, and thought one of them may mention that I should. But they didn't, so I decide to leave them on, as it was somehow more real that way. When I first mentioned having to pee, like a half hour or so ago, I was at an 8 on the desperation scale. Now I was at a high 9, and was struggling to hold it without visibly showing any obvious signs. I wasn't in pain yet, but I really, really had to go. Another chant of "Pee! Pee!" briefly broke out again, until I said "Stop; you're making me nervous," and clenched with all my might to hold on a moment longer, so as not to seem too eager. After another 10 seconds or so I said "Look away for a second... I'll let you know when it's happening." Without a word, all three girls, still huddled together in front of me, either turned their heads and/or covered their eyes, and the stage was set. I savored the moment, knowing I was in complete control of four people's destinies. When I decided it was time, I relaxed. But you know how sometimes you have to pee so bad it's hard to get it started? I had apparently hit that point. As an experienced omo enthusiast, I had long since mastered the art of letting go in my pants, but this was the first time anyone had been in the room with me, watching me. Ten seconds later I got an urge, but all I managed was a small leak, nowhere near enough to be seen. Five seconds after that, I felt like I was gonna let go, but it went away. Finally, I felt it; the unmistakable feeling of my bladder saying "Ok; going to open the floodgates now." I waited until the full flow had started, and I said simply, "I'm going." All three popped their heads back towards me and began to stare intently at my crotch. Obviously it wasn't visible yet because no one reacted. Then, almost simultaneously there was an "Oh!", a gasp, and a giggle, as they watched me pee in my pants. Natalie said "Yea!!!" and pointed at it the whole time, following the stain as it slowly meandered down from my crotch, passed my knees, and went all the way to my ankles. Kaitlyn kept saying "You're doing it! You're doing it!" Vicki couldn't stop laughing, until it started leaking from the cuffs of my pants all over her kitchen floor, at which point she said "Shit! I have to get a towel." She ran off to the bathroom, and once she returned I had stopped peeing, with Natalie and Kaitlyn still staring in amazement. Kaitlyn said "Holy shit, you really did it!" Natalie said "You peed a LOT!", to which we all broke out in laughter together, and just kept laughing for a long time, until our cheeks burned. Kaitlyn asked me to turn around, and I did so by taking high-kneed in-place steps, to better feel the wetness down my legs. I didn't want to appear to be enjoying it too much, so I said "This feels so weird!" and "Ew, it's getting cold," both met with giggles. Apparently the stain was just as obvious in the back, because each of them said "Woah", or "Omigod" as they reacted to the different view. Finally Vicki said "You can't walk home like this." I assured her, "I can hide it with my bag when cars pass", as I dried off my shoes with the towel, hoping no one would realize what an expert I already was at this. Soon after that I made Kaitlyn promise not to let anyone go to the bathroom after they had all peed to start the hold-it game. She swore, and Nat and Vic swore too, even though I didn't ask them to. As I started to move to the door, one of them said, "I can't believe you did that," to which I retorted "One of you is going to do it too!" Natalie said, "Now I'm really nervous... that it's going to be me!", and we all laughed again. Nat and Kaitlyn took over sopping up the wet floor, as Vicki handed me my bag and showed me out. As I was about to walk out the door, Vicki said "Wait...", so I stopped to face her. After three seconds or so she said, "I just wanted to see it one more time." In that moment something changed between her and me, something special that wouldn't be fully realized until years later. I left Vicki's apartment, hoping no one would see me in the super well-lit hallway, and being late, I was pretty sure I would succeed. Her apartment was toward the end on the second floor, so I had to turn left out of her door, walk down a long hallway, and then turn left again and walk down a shorter hallway to a half flight of stairs that led down to the exit door. I paused before I made the turn, to look and listen if anyone was in the hallway or just coming in the door. After 20 seconds or so, I decided there was no point in waiting any longer, so, I took a breath, and then charged forward around the corner. I saw no one. Just when I thought I was safe, two girls in their mid 20s suddenly appeared. They were of the mildly goth persuasion, which was relatively rare then, at least in that town. One wore short bleach-blonde hair, a nose-ring, and a T-shirt that looked like it had been through a shredder. The other had pink hair, but was dressed in otherwise "normal" fashion. They had been inside all this time, but were chatting, or smoking, or something, just inside the main door, but down the steps where I couldn't see them. They must have started walking at about the same time I did, and we were going to meet in the exact middle of this incredibly well-lit hallway. They had already seen me, surely, so there was nothing I could do except just casually walk by them, whistling like I didn't have pee all down my legs. I thought it had worked, but when I was about 15 feet in front of them, one girl whispered something to the other, who then looked directly at my crotch. I have never been so simultaneously embarrassed and excited. I felt my face flush, but I just kept walking. At the bottom of the stairs before going outside, I did a proper look down below to see if the pee stain was obvious. I had thought the bright light might hide it a little, as sometimes a darker light shows off the stain more. I was SO wrong. It was absolutely clear as day what I had done. I blushed again, and hurried outside to the road. I was breathing so fast, and my adrenaline was pumping, so I almost ran to where I was living, about a 10 minute walk away. It was practically on the same road as Vicky's, with just one turn shortly before I got there. I walked on the sidewalk, in the cool spring air, and hid my pants with my bag when cars passed, as planned. One time I forgot, because I was so engrossed with thoughts about all that had just happened, so at least one car got a full view of my wet pants. Another thrill tingled up my omo spine when I realized that. By the time I was home my bladder was full again, mostly because I hadn't emptied it entirely at Vicki's, so as to keep the puddle to a minimum. Feeling exceedingly naughty, I decided to wet the other pair of pants that I had bought that were identical to the ones I had already peed in. I put on new everything - underwear, pants, and socks - and put my shoes back on, to match the outfit I had worn at Vic's. There was no carpet in my room, but I realized I should get a towel from the downstairs bathroom in case I needed it. On the way back up the stairs, I realized my urge was peaking again, having already "tapped the keg". I decided to hold it just for fun, but the combination of alcohol, water, and excitement hit me hard. I only lasted a few minutes, pee dancing and shivering, before my bladder gave in, my heart racing. I watched myself in the mirror as I completely wet my pants again, seeing an exact copy of what the girls had seen. I was so horny by the time I finished peeing that I had to do something about it. I quickly stripped and had one of the quickest but most intense orgasms of my life. And there was, hopefully, more excitement to come in this crazy night!!! I took a quick shower, changed into jeans, and just before I headed out, I thought to call to make sure the others hadn't chickened out. (For those wondering why I didn't call on the way, this was just before cellphones were ubiquitous.) Vicki answered the phone with the words "We haven't chickened out." To which I laughed, and said, "Ok". Then I had a spark of inspiration. "Oh, tell them I have an idea about not telling the others. To raise the stakes, what if the loser has to tell Ree, Dack, and Ted that she peed in her pants? I mean, no discussion of why; that would still be against the rules, but just that she couldn't hold it and wet her pants." Vicki said "I'll mention it. But get here soon; we decided we all had to pee about the same amount, so we didn't do the pre-pee thing." "Oh gosh," I said. "I'll be there in 9 and a half minutes!", and out the door I went, walking even faster than I had earlier. When I got back to Vicki's building I was afraid I might encounter those two goth girls again, but I didn't. I was so glad Vicki lived off campus, so there was at least a chance that those girls were not also students at Gleeson. (I never saw them again, so I guess they weren't.) Vic left her apartment door unlocked, and when I walked in I found my three closest friends all standing in the kitchen with large glasses of water in their hands, and sheepish looks on their faces. I started the 10-minute timer on my watch and said, "So... how are we all doing in here?" Kaitlyn was first to respond: "Eh. Starting to feel it a bit." Vicki looked unfazed, but was standing weirdly still as she said "Hanging in." Natalie said "I'm gonna lose. I know it. I already have to pee so bad." "So do it!", Kaitlyn teased, spawning giggles from Vicki and me. I said, "Yeah, you know any of you can end this at any point." Vicki: Speaking of that, we talked about the loser having to tell the others. Me: And? Kaitlyn: Well, we agree it raises the stakes, but maybe too much. So we thought there should be an out. Me: An out? You mean like a truce? Natalie: Yes! That's the word I was looking for: Truce. Vicki: Where we would all, you know, give up, together... Me: So no one would have to tell the others, because there wouldn't be a single loser. So, no penalty. Natalie: Except peeing in our pants. Then Vicki seemed to get an idea: Vicki: Wait, what about a 2-person truce? Me: You mean if just two of you decide to give up and go? Like a Pact? Vicki: Yeah, a two-person Pact. Does that mean we'd both have to tell the others? Me: Well, there'd be no single loser, just one winner. So I say no penalty. Kaitlyn: Surely if there is only one winner, they should get a prize? Natalie: Yeah. A toilet. We all busted out laughing, during which I noticed both Kait and Vic instinctively hold their crotches for a second. This gave me an idea, but I had to choose my timing carefully. I realized there were some other wrinkles that we hadn't worked out, including how to handle the "leaks" issue. Me: So, if someone does lose, how's it going to work? I mean, at what point do they actually lose? Vicki: You mean, how much pee? Kaitlyn: Well, more than a drop, clearly. Natalie: I thought the loser would just fully go. Vicki: Well, that's the question. Me: So if person A loses, by peeing let's say, down to their knees, does that mean they can go to the bathroom then? Natalie: No! The loser should have to completely pee their pants. Vicki: Yeah, that kinda makes sense. Kaitlyn: So wait, if the loser lets out enough to be considered the loser, but then doesn't let go all the way, does that mean the winners have to wait until the loser does pee all the way before they can go to the bathroom? That doesn't make sense. Me: Hmm. Ok. So, I think, maybe there isn't a loser until either A) they have completely emptied their bladder, or B) gone so much that it makes a real puddle on the floor. Natalie: Geez... Talking about it is making me have to pee worse. I need to sit down. Kaitlyn: New Rule!: No sitting down. Vicki: Yeah, sitting makes it too easy to hold it. Vic and Kait were clearly targeting Natalie to lose, if in a humorous way. I also noticed that they were continuing to use their hands to hold more and more. And Natalie, although she was doing a definite early-stage pee-pee dance, wasn't touching herself. I thought this might be related to her lack of self pleasuring, and I decided to level the playing field. I said, "Ok, so, no sitting down. Also, no holding with your hands. Otherwise we could be here all night." Natalie immediately smiled, and Vic and Kait let out a grumble, and began to dance a little more urgently. Being the resident omo expert, I figured we had probably 30 minutes to go, an hour max. I was so excited to see any of my three friends pee in their pants, and it looked like it was really going to happen. After a few minutes of basically nothing interesting, I got an idea, and walked over to the table where the game cards were. As I sat down in the chair, my watched dinged, signaling it was time to drink more. All three groaned, and then laughed, after I said: Me: Ten minutes. Another glass! Kaitlyn: Shit. The sound of the water goes straight to my bladder. Vicki: I know! Right? Ok, one for me.... and... one for you... and... one for... Natalie: I'm gonna lose. I'm gonna lose... After a moment of us all intensely staring at Natalie, who had suddenly stopped moving and stood still, Kaitlyn, and then Vic started up the "Pee! Pee!" chant again, and this time I joined in. Nat's face was scrunched up, and I really thought this was it. After 10 seconds or so, Kaitlyn asked: Kaitlyn: Are you going? Natalie: No. I was able to hold it. Barely. That was close! Vicki: Damn. I got excited there for a second and thought I... Wait! There's something we haven't talked about. When Natalie... I mean, say Nat loses. Which one of us two gets to use the toilet first? (A pregnant pause.) Kaitlyn: We could... just keep playing. Vicki: Oh shit. Natalie: Yeah! The second place wouldn't have to tell the others that she peed. (Another pause.) Vicki: Wait, this all started because Pan didn't want to be the only one, and that ONE of us had to do it too. But not TWO of us. Me: Okay. That's a good point. New rule: The loser gets to choose who goes to the bathroom first. After a moment's thought, Vicki's eyes lit up, and she began to speak to Natalie as a servant speaks to a master: Vicki: Oh, Natalie, did I tell you how nice your overalls look? They're just so stylish and lovely. Kaitlyn: (realizing what was happening) Oh! And your hair! Who does your hair? So long... and beautiful... and flowing... Shit. I shouldn't have said flowing. We all laughed at their attempts to curry favor with the presumed loser. I realized that whoever lost would probably chose the person who least had to pee to be the lucky one who got to go to the bathroom, and that would mean we could torture the other, and possibly get her to wet also. That would be fun, I thought, so I didn't object. Instead, I found the card that said "PEE YOUR PANTS", and announced to the group: "So, if talking about it makes it worse, then I have a great idea." Then I pretended to read from the back of the card: "Tell everyone about the last time you peed in your pants." One of the girls said "Does it really say that?" "Yeah," I lied, "It's on the back of the 'PEE YOUR PANTS' card. See?", and held it up. Of course, all they could see was the big writing of those three words, but they were too far away to make out what was on the back of the card when I flipped it over, as the words were in smaller type. What was actually printed had nothing to do with peeing, of course, but it seemed plausible enough, as it was very much in line with the kinds of questions we were reading earlier. Kaitlyn spoke up first: "Oh, what the hell. I've got a good one. At the end of my last year of high school I went on a first date with a guy. He was really nice, and tall, and pretty attractive, so I had high hopes. We had lunch together on a Saturday, and afterward we wanted go somewhere to talk and get to know each other. I recommended going to the lake near where I lived where there are nice trails through the woods. There was a little block building with bathrooms at the trail head, but I didn't use it, figuring we'd be back soon enough, since most of the trails were not that long. So we were like an hour into this strolling chat when I started to really have to pee. Now you know me: I grew up in the country, and I know how to pee outside, so I wasn't worried about that. But it was a first date, and I really liked this guy, so somehow I just couldn't bring myself to tell him I had to go. And I thought at any point we would get back to the parking area where the bathroom was. Just my luck, we happened to choose a trail I didn't know very well, and it was the LONG loop. About the time we figured that out, and turned around, I knew I was in trouble. Cause we clearly weren't going to pass any bathrooms as we backtracked the like, hour it would take to walk back to the car. I was so desperate at this point, and almost said something. But the conversation was really good, and he jumped right back into it. I'm not a shy person, but for some reason I still couldn't admit that I needed to pee. My need kept getting worse and worse, and obviously I couldn't grab myself or he'd know. Long story short, about 20 minutes before we got back to his car, I ended up... urinating in my clothes... as we walked. My jeans were sorta dark, so maybe he didn't see. But man, I was afraid he'd notice, and I was afraid to get in his car, cause I thought I would get his seats wet. I was so mortified, but I never said anything, and the seats were like plasticy, so if he did notice, he never said anything." Me: When you actually peed, did you like decide to go, or was it, like, an accident? Kaitlyn: About... half and half. Vicki: You peed while walking? Me: That's hard to do... (And then quickly) I imagine. Kaitlyn: Yeah. It was a slow flow, but like, I totally went. Natalie: That's a cute story. I don't really have a single time, but when I was younger I did it a lot. Usually it was because I didn't want to stop what I was doing until it was too late. But I guess the last time must have been just a few days after my 18th birthday, during a violin lesson. Thankfully I was wearing a skirt and this thick pair of warm and comfy black leggings that I really liked, which soaked it all up so my teacher didn't know. But my mom noticed, because she heard "splash", and said "Natalie, do you need to go to the bathroom?", as if I was 12 years old. I awkwardly nodded yes, and ran off to the bathroom, but it was too late. I had already peed almost all of it out. Technically like the last little bit went in the toilet, but, really, I totally peed myself. My mom came to the bathroom to check on me, and washed out my panties and tights in the sink while I did the rest of the lesson commando. Surely my teacher figured it out, but I just said I was hot in those tights. Which was, true. You know... before they got cold. General laughs followed, and of course also punctuated the telling of these two stories throughout. Then after a pause... Vicki: You're all looking at me. Does that mean it's my turn? Kaitlyn: (laughing) Um, duh. Vicki: Sorry to disappoint, but I've never wet my pants, not since potty training days. Natalie: Never? Vicki: I don't think so, no. I mean, tiny little leaks, occasionally, when laughing or straining, but nothing that, you know, counts as really wetting my pants. I did wet the bed once, when I was an undergrad, after a long night out drinking. I was so glad I have allergies, because I had bought an "allergy pad" mattress topper for my bed, which had the side benefit of being waterproof. Kaitlyn: Did you have a roommate? Vicki: Yeah. And she knew I had done it before I did, because she saw it while I was still asleep. Me: That's embarrassing. Vicki: Yeah, but she was great. Even washed my sheets and pajamas for me while I drank coffee and tried to sober up. Actually, she told me a funny story about peeing her pants to make me feel better. Me: So, tell us that story instead. Vicki: Instead of what? Me: Instead of you telling us the last time you peed in your pants. Natalie: Yeah; wetting the bed doesn't count! Vicki: Ok, whatever. So Kel, my roommate, was skiing somewhere - I have no idea where - on a school, or church trip or something, where they took a bus to get there. No, it wasn't a school trip, because she was in her gap year before college. Anyway, about halfway through the day she had to pee when she was at the top of the mountain, and there were no bathrooms up there, so she decided to take one of the faster hills down to the, uh, what's it called? Kaitlyn: Lodge? Vicki: Yes. So this channel, or slope, whatever, was steeper and harder to handle than she thought. She was a good skier, but it took her probably more time than one of the kiddie slopes because she had to take it slow to avoid falling on her ass. By the time she got down the hill she was about to explode. She goes into the lodge, hangs up her skies (or whatever it is you do), and finally makes it into the bathroom. But she's dressed in like 4 layers, with big snow pants on top, and she's frantically trying to get undressed. She told me "I made it... to the toilet. But I peed... in my pants. And I didn't have any clothes to change into, so, being the 'brilliant' person that I am, I just pulled my snowpants back up, and pretended nothing happened for the rest of the day. It didn't show, because of the layers, but I probably smelled. I must have smelled. But no one said anything." Natalie: Oh my God. What a nightmare. I hate, hate, HATE clothes that are hard to take off. Did anyone find out? Vicky: I don't think so. She was still living at home, so she had to tell her mom of course, and they had a good laugh about it. But otherwise she got away with it. Kaitlyn: Poor thing. Had to ride all the way home on the bus with wet pants. Vicky: I know. That's really embarrassing for a teenager. I was so attuned to these stories that I almost didn't notice my watch beeping again. But they did, and starting groaning even before I said "More water!" So, here's how things stood. Natalie was pee dancing, not really any worse than she was before. Vicki and Kaitlyn were both noticeably more agitated now, but still pretty calm. None of them had any visible leaks, and believe me, I was looking! That gave me a great idea actually, of how to speed things along. Me: I have an idea. You know how we said the loser gets to choose who gets to go to the bathroom? Well it seems pretty obvious that whoever the loser does NOT choose, the one who has to wait while the other is peeing in the toilet, is gonna get teased and tortured by the loser - and probably me - to try to make them pee in their pants too. Vicki: Yeah. That's why we were being so nice to Natalie earlier. Me: I know, I know. And that can still work if no one else has leaked. But if there are, like, any visible... you know, leaks, from the other two, what if instead of the loser choosing the person who gets to pee next, instead it's... the person who already has the biggest stain on their pants? Natalie: What? I don't understand. Me: Well, it's a way to help end this thing before morning. Think about it. It's an incentive to let some pee out, before the loser, you know, loses... Kaitlyn: Oh; I get it. You should always let out a little more pee than anyone else, so when someone loses, you'll actually get to pee in the toilet sooner, because you have a bigger stain. Is that it? Vicki: But if you try to let only a little bit out, you might not be able to stop it. Me: Exactly! Vicki: You are truly a sadistic person, Pan. Me: I know. But that's why you all love me so much. Natalie: I'm still trying to understand. So, if you let some out, you might not be able to stop it, in which case you lose. If you do manage to stop it, but you still have a smaller wet spot than the other person who isn't the loser, then you have to wait even longer to go to the bathroom, and get egged on by the loser... Me: And me. Kaitlyn: Yeah. It's an incentive to let more out than anyone else. But it has risks. Natalie: Sheesh, my brain hurts. It's so hard to think right now! The way Natalie was slightly hunched over as she said this was so cute, and betrayed just how badly she had to pee. We continued to talk about this new plan, but got sidetracked by my watch again, and another round of drinking, after which the girls talked about other things to try to take their minds off of what was happening. At some point we all walked around the apartment for some reason, maybe because someone thought it might take their mind off the urges. By the time my watch went off again ten minutes later, all three girls were visibly, obviously, desperate. Kaitlyn: I say no more drinking; I feel like I'm gonna burst any second. Nat: Agreed! Vicki: Agreed! Me: Agreed. But we never really decided about... Kaitlyn: Yeah, where are we on the whole... second place, pee leak, size-of-pee-stain thing? Me: We never really committed. Do you all agree on this? It really doesn't change the basic game; it just adds a new layer. Natalie: I'm gonna lose anyway, so I don't care. Vicki: Sure. Fine. Whatever. But I'm not gonna intentionally let anything out. I might not be able to stop it. Kaitlyn: Well I have to do something or I'm gonna pop. So, I'm going to let some out. If I lose, I lose, but I think it's worth the risk, and I mean, Natalie looks like she could go any second. Vicki: You're really gonna do it? Kaitlyn: Just a little. I'll be able to stop it. After a few seconds, Kaitlyn stopped squirming, and stood still with her legs still together. Fifteen seconds later, she made a little squeak, and a tiny spot appeared in the crotch of her cream-colored pants, and expanded to about the size of a penny. Kaitlyn: OK. Done. Told you I could stop it! Vicki: That's it? Oh, I thought we had to let out more than that. I can beat that. Kaitlyn: Can I just say, this is the silliest thing any of us have ever done? At this, Natalie and Vicki laughed so hard I thought they were going to lose it. Even Kaitlyn had to laugh at the craziness of it all. I remained stoic, like I was a referee in some bizarre endurance race. Without warning, Vicki blurted out, "Bam! There you go!" We all instantly looked at her crotch, and she had let out about a quarter sized spot that was still expanding in her jeans. She had stopped peeing, but it was still spreading as it began to dry. Natalie, sensing an opportunity, turned to Kaitlyn and began a solo chant of "Pee! Pee! Pee!", during which Kaitlyn made another attempt. The stain on her pants started to grow, faster this time, and after two seconds or so, she physically clenched with her whole body, accompanied by her saying "Hunnnh" as if she was an Olympic weightlifter. It was so funny, and everybody busted out laughing. The stain had spread to about baseball size, and she said, "Wow, I think I actually feel better after that." Not to be outdone, Vicki said "My turn," and all eyes went back to her jeans. Her flow was slow and controlled, and it took maybe 5 seconds to stop, at which point her stain was about the size of a large apple. She said, "Yeah, I feel better now too." Natalie, who rarely cursed, said: "Holy shit, I'm I the only one here who hasn't peed themselves tonight?" Kaitlyn shot back, pointing to her and Vicki's pants, "Hey, this isn't peeing. This is STRATEGY. And you're not supposed to be using your hands." Natalie quickly put both hands behind her back, and stood up as straight and tall as she could, her legs tightly together. But it looked as if her crotch was trying to eat her legs and abdomen, as she slowly collapsed back into a bending over position. I thought Kaitlyn might continue the stain competition, but she was apparently content to let things stay as they were, and for a while, maybe 5 minutes, nothing happened except for the girls gently teasing each other. I decided it was time to do something, so I said, "Challenge time. You don't have to drink more water, but you do have to listen to it." Natalie: Oh God, no! Vicki: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Kaitlyn: For Fuck's Sake. These comments continued with increasing frequency as I proceeded with my challenge. I started by filling a glass with water, and taking a nice long drink myself, complete with a long "Ah" at the end. Then I slowly poured the remaining water out in the sink, from high above it. As a finale, I turned on the sink faucet full blast, but turned it back off a split second later. Then I waited, and did it again. Then I waited a little less time, and again, and again, and again, until finally, the water was on a steady full blast. After a few seconds I reduced it to a noisy trickle, and walked away, to the sound of all three moaning and groaning their dissatisfaction. When I got back to my front row seat, each girl had a unique, but unmistakable look on her face of "I have to pee right now." Nat was clenching her teeth, and doing quick little knee bends. Vicki looked like she had put an egg in her mouth and was doing Lamaze breaths while tapping her hips with her wrists. And Kaitlyn had her eyes closed with her eyebrows raised as she marched in place. I noticed that Vicki's crotch was getting ever so slightly darker, and as soon as the stain began to spread, I said quietly, "Vicki's peeing." She stiffened her body and said, "No I'm not! I'm stopping. I stopped." But the stain continued to grow until it was the size of a large grapefruit. Kaitlyn immediately said, "I'm going too. But I'm gonna stop." For a second she peed so hard that it shot through her pants. She then jerked her body, and the stain reduced and began to spread smoothly, starting to run down her left leg. Quickly Natalie said, Natalie: "Does that mean I win? Me: What do you mean? Natalie: She peed on the floor! Me: No, it has to be a real puddle. She stopped, see? Kaitlyn's pee stain was a beautiful half-moon shape above her crotch, and ran down her left leg about the length of her little finger. The following things happened in overlapping rapid succession, accompanied by the sound of a noisy faucet: Natalie said: "Crap! I'm gonna pee. I'm gonna pee!" Kaitlyn made a deep guttural groan, and kept twitching her right hand like she wanted to hold herself. Vicki's pee stain started to grow again, re-darkening her crotch and starting to run down her right leg. Vicki looked at no one in particular and said, "TRUCE?!" Kaitlyn looked at Vicki, then Nat, and said "TRUCE!?", as her own stain began to grow again. All eyes looked to Natalie, who said: "...... Fuck no. I wanna win!!!" Vicki laughed and said "Omigod." Kaitlyn laughed, and then sighed and took Vicki's hand. They both said "PACT!" at the same time, and relaxed and stood still. Vicki's stain began to flow down both legs equally, now almost to her knees. Kaitlyn was peeing so fast that she peed through her pants again, with a quick jet to the floor, but it then settled into a gushing cascade down first her left, then her right leg. Kaitlyn said, "Fuck, my shoes!", and quickly kicked off her sandals. Vicki said: "Fuck it. Mine are just crocks.", right about the time the stain passed her ankles, and the pee started to flow into them. Kaitlyn was slightly behind Vicki, her stain now passing her knees, and it looked for a second like it might stop. But quickly thereafter I saw a much faster flow permeate from her crotch, and within a couple of seconds it was down to her feet, soaking into her white socks. Vicki looked at me and yelled, "Towels!" I quickly ran to the bathroom and grabbed two towels, and came back to find all three girls laughing so hard that they made no sound. Natalie regained her composure first and said "You did it! Yea!!!" and then threw her hands up and said "I win! I win! I win! Screw you guys, I'm going... to the toilet." More laughs. While Natalie was in the bathroom, Vicki and Kaitlyn began to show off their pee stains to each other. Between peals of laughter, they spoke in a coded language of half phrases, saying things like, "First you...", "And then...", "I thought...", "Wet my...", "But she...", "All the way down...", "like WOOSH...". As things finally got back to a more normal level, Kaitlyn said, "You did say you had a pair of sweats I can wear home?" Vic nodded yes, while still amidst a silent belly laugh. I finally handed them the towels, and they began to wipe the floor, Vic with her hands, Kaitlyn, with her socked feet. Eventually Vicki calmed down enough to ask me, "Pan, can you grab another couple of towels from the bathroom when she gets out?" I nodded, smiling ear to ear, and headed towards the bathroom. Right on cue I heard the toilet flush, ending my hopes that all three would wet. I heard the lock click open, and did the courteous thing and stepped to the side of the hallway before going down it, so Natalie could pass me as she came back into the main room. When she did, both Vic and Kaitlyn got completely silent. Natalie came out and stopped. She was wide eyed, red faced, and looked shocked and frustrated at the same time. Slowly my gaze made its way down her overalls to her crotch. It was wet. So was her butt. Really wet, and the wetness continued down her inner thighs, past her knees, and all the way to her ankles, stopping about one inch above both cuffs. She shouted: "I... HATE... OVERALLS!" You know, there is regular laughter, and then there's whole-body-paralyzing laughter. This was that. I found myself on the floor convulsing, and Vic and Kait were squealing so loud that NASA thought something was wrong with their radios. As that was happening, Natalie explained in one breath, "I was standing right in front of the toilet, but I couldn't get these clips undone, cause they're not like regular buckles, you have to squeeze them, but I forgot, and I couldn't hold it anymore and I started peeing, and I couldn't stop it, and finally I just sat on the toilet and peed through my pants." Vicki said "Oh, come here baby." And all three had a soaking wet group hug in the kitchen, standing on wet towels full of pee. It would have been a perfect picture moment in the days of cellphones, but I took mental snapshots instead. To this day, it is my strongest naughty memory, the smiles on those faces as they took turns hugging each other. I joined in too, not caring if my pants got wet again. Vicki finally said, picking tears out of her eyes, Vicki: I hate to interrupt this special moment, but I only have one pair of sweatpants. Kaitlyn: Natalie can have them. I don't even care at this point. It's late. I just don't want us to have to walk through the entire parking lot to my car. Me: I can get it. Kaitlyn: Yeah, that'd be awesome. It's in the far corner; there were no close spots when we arrived. Here're the keys. It's a stick. Me: No problem. I had learned to drive on a manual transmission, so five minutes later I had moved her car next to the external door to Vic's building without incident, and was back inside. I had thought Natalie would have changed out of her overalls and into the sweats, but both she and Kaitlyn (and Vic for that matter) were still in their peed clothes, and Kaitlyn was drying off her feet with one of the towels from the bathroom that I never got to retrieve. As she was putting on her sandals, I asked "You're not going to shower first or anything?" Natalie responded, "What's the point? We don't have spare clothes for both of us, and we're only a few minutes away. And we have class in the morning." Vicki: Not until 11 though, right? Kaitlyn: I have a 9:30 exam tomorrow. Vicki: Shit. Well, at least take some garbage bags to cover your seats. Kaitlyn: Yeah, that'd be smart. Natalie: Unlike everything else we did this evening. Vicki asked if I would stay and help clean up, to which I of course agreed, and then the goodbyes began, wet pants and all. Five minutes later Nat and Kait were gone. Thirty seconds after that they were back, Kaitlyn saying "My keys?!" and after a final handoff, I started to help Vicki clean up. She asked if she could take a quick shower, and I volunteered to mop the kitchen while she did. After her shower, she reappeared wearing her much talked about sweatpants. She said the bathroom wasn't bad, and that I had done enough to help. She hugged me deeply, and said "Thanks for being such a doofus," which I took as high praise. I was already crazy about her, but now it was cemented in my soul. I left feeling fulfilled, lucky, naughty, and exhilarated. When I got home I wrote all of this in my diary, especially every detail I could remember about peeing stuff. I finished writing as dawn was breaking, and quickly fell asleep. In the next few days, every time any of the four of us saw each other we instantly broke out in laughter. But we never betrayed our promise not to tell our other friends anything other than we had a fun time with pizza and a movie. We didn't even speak about it much the few times when it was just the four of us, for fear of somehow defiling the magic of that night. Years later, I did follow up one time with Kaitlyn, and asked how she and Natalie made it home safely that night without laughing so hard they ran the car off the road. She responded by saying: Kaitlyn: We did laugh a lot. Mostly about the fact that we had to walk past these two confused looking goth girls in the hallway. THE END

[NOTE: I also posted this story in "Experiences", but I thought I would post it here in "Peeing fiction" also, as it is a partially fictionalized account of a true story. Mods, please remove if that's a problem. TLDR: In college I got dared by my three closest friends (all female) to pee in my pants, but I said I would only do it if one of them did it too. Comedy and wetness ensued. This story is true. But to protect the innocent (and/or guilty), names and locations have been changed, along with the general time period. I have also exaggerated some inconsequential things (like the distance to my house), and outright changed some major things, like the timing (which in reality happened over several days, but is portrayed here as all happening in one night) to make it easier to follow and enjoy. A good example of this is the "when was the last time you wet your pants" discussion, which in reality took place over many months, with each person separately, but I have combined them all into this one night. But the core of the story, and the number of people and wet pairs of pants, is as accurate as I can remember it. (I helps that I wrote about it in my diary when it happened, which is why I know the amount of detail I do, after so much time.) This story is long, but I'm going to tell it all in one go, instead of dividing it, because I hate when I read a story that doesn't finish. (I'm not a fast reader, and it takes me about 35 minutes.) I have also told it in such a way that my gender isn't revealed, in case it allows the reader more enjoyment to imagine the storyteller being X or Y. Or Z. (My profile contains my actual gender, if you want to see.) It all happened during spring semester at Gleeson University, a small liberal arts college in almost the exact center of the USA. I was a first year graduate student, and had made some fast but long-lasting friends. By mid-March, three quarters of the way through the school year, we were a tight-knit group. The four of us were part of a larger group of seven (one additional girl and two guys; we'll call them Ree, Dack, and Ted), but they're only barely relevant to the events below. Vicki was a second year master's student who had done her bachelor's at Gleeson also. Natalie and Kaitlyn were both seniors in their undergrad, and had met Vicki the year before, but were not really close until this year. I won't comment on the degree that I and Vicki were pursuing, but I'll be honest and say that Nat and Kaitlyn were both theater majors. I loved hanging out with theater kids, as they were generally attractive, confident, and would pretty much try anything once. Natalie and Kaitlyn were also wicked smart, and enjoyed hanging out with us "normal" people, probably because we were older, and knew the ropes. Both of them were interested in the master's program, so I'm sure that played a role too. But we were genuine friends, and not just in college. I lost contact with Natalie over the years, but Kaitlyn and I still chat occasionally, and Vicki and I dated for a while many years later when we reconnected, and are still friends. None of them ever knew of my omo fetish, which was already in full bloom, but I had not yet shared it with anyone. Vicki was about 5'2" tall (1.6 meters - you're welcome NotAmerica!), and she was half Irish, half Italian, and all Roman Catholic. She had no discernable accent (unlike her parents), and had dark curly hair. She was as headstrong as she was competitive, and loved Star Wars and The Hitchhiker's Guide. I loved her immediately. On the night in question she was wearing medium-light colored jeans, and crocks. Kaitlyn was what she called "half red-head", in that she had the classic light skin and some freckles, but her moderately long hair was mostly light brown with only a twinge of red. She was 5'5 (1.63m), ever so slightly plump, and was from somewhere in the southern US, with a slight drawl at times. She was brilliant at doing accents and imitating people, and was a fantastic actress. She loved Shakespeare, and was gaga for Kenneth Branagh. She was wearing thin cream colored pants that went almost down to her ankles, and sandals, with socks. As undergrads, Kaitlyn and Natalie shared a room in one of the off-campus "dorms" on the same side of town as Vicki. They were more like shared apartments, with separate rooms and common bathrooms, but they were owned by the school, so everyone called them dorms. Natalie was the baby of the group, in that she was both several months younger than Kaitlyn, and also only 5'0 (1.5m) tall, and thin. We actually called her "baby" sometimes, but it was a term of endearment, not implying she was immature. True, she was the most childlike, innocent, and free-spirited of all of us, but as an actress, she knew how to commit, and was a fierce force onstage. She had very long dark, straight hair, down almost to her waist, and could really rock pigtails, but this night she wore it down, with a headband above her ears to keep it out of her face. She was the very definition of the word "cute". She loved The Simpson's, South Park, and Star Trek. She was wearing long pale blue denim overalls, with tapered legs, and white socks with sneakers. I should also mention that Natalie was not only a virgin, but had never masturbated, something I learned from Kaitlyn, and swore not to let on that I knew. I assumed it was a religious thing, but I never knew for sure. I myself (henceforth known as Pan) am on the tall side, with straight sandy-blonde hair and blue eyes. I lived close to Vicki, and usually walked to her place, even though I had a car. This night I was wearing a pair of light tan pants that I had never peed in before, but had worn once or twice and washed. I loved these pants so much I bought two pair. They were like khakis, but made of softer material, and very comfy, as well as stylish. I was also wearing white socks and tennis shoes. All of us were wearing shirts or blouses, the color of which is lost to memory, and I'm reasonably sure all of us were wearing underwear. So, it's a Tuesday evening, and the four of us were hanging out at Vicki's apartment, about a 15-minute drive from campus. One or two of the other guys in our group were supposed to be there too, but something came up. We had met to eat pizza and watch a movie, The Red Violin, which Vicki had on DVD. We were all enchanted by the story, and we talked about it at length afterward, while polishing off the pizza. Most of us were either off the next day, or had late morning classes, so none of us was overly concerned about getting home late. After the movie, we started a game of trivial pursuit, got bored after about 30 minutes from our lack of progress, and played a few other games for a while. Then, about 10pm, just as I thought we might be done for the night, Natalie or Kaitlyn (I don't remember which) said she had a game in the car she wanted to try. I genuinely don't remember the name of this game. It was either an early incarnation of the "Against Humanity" series, or some "Would you Rather" or "Never Have I Ever" kind of thing. Each card had a "have you ever"-type question on one side, and a dare on the other, which perhaps was intended to be a forfeit you had to pay if you didn't want to answer the question. Since we only had four people, we decided not to play in teams, but instead would put three against the one who was "it", answering questions about "have you ever" situations, and sometimes taking the dare instead. Sometimes we'd lay out 7 or so cards of embarrassing things, and ask how many of those had happened to each of us. These led to some great stories, of all types. Some fun things happened in the dare department, too. I know two of them kissed each other, and somebody mooned us at some point, but it wasn't until the last round that this story really begins. Despite only a modest amount of alcohol consumption, it was one of the greatest nights, and I don't think I had ever laughed so much in one evening. About 11pm or 11:30ish we decided to play one last round of our game, and decided that we each had to do a dare. Kaitlyn agreed to go first, and she dealt out three cards, one to Vic, Nat, and me, and we got to collaborate and choose a dare from one of those cards. I can't remember what the dares were, but at least one of them was something just mean, like "eat something out of the trash", so we rejected that, knowing that the person would HAVE to do it, per our agreement. We were really close friends after all, and had a close bond of trust that let us be at ease with each other. When a dare was too extreme, we allowed ourselves to draw another card, but only if we showed it to the person who had to do it, so they knew we weren't throwing away the "easy" things. At some point, as Nat and Vicki were trying to decide which dare they wanted for Kaitlyn, I casually said something like "Hurry up; I need to pee." They said "Ok, ok...", and we chose a dare for Kaitlyn, and she did it. (Actually, this may have been the "Moon someone" dare, but I'm not sure.) Whatever it was, we laughed, and went on a tangent talking about other things for almost a half hour. Next it was my turn. They each drew a dare card, and all looked at them. After a few intense seconds, one of them said, "We can't use any of these." They showed me the cards. One was something like "Shave your balls", one was "Go outside naked", and the third was similarly ridiculous, and/or not at all appropriate for our situation. So, I agreed they could draw more cards. I thought they would draw three more and compare, but it just sort-of evolved that they started taking cards one at a time, looking at them, shaking their heads and saying "No", and drawing another. After four or so cards I said "wait a minute, let me see", to be sure they weren't throwing away anything easy to do. They weren't; we just got an unlucky streak of unrealistic things, and I was happy to move on. About three more cards later, they all froze and looked at the card they had drawn. Then they looked back and forth at each other, slowly smiling. Kaitlyn suddenly said "No" and shook her head. But as Vicki was starting to put the card back in the deck, Natalie grabbed it out of her hands and in a quick gesture turned it around and held it, arm outstretched, towards my face. On it were three words: "PEE YOUR PANTS". Kaitlyn and Vicki just looked at me, smirking, while Natalie was smiling ear to ear. I said "Kaitlyn already said no." But she sheepishly replied, "I changed my mind." I thought Vicki might bail me out, but she quietly said, half contemplation, half command, "Pee your pants." Being unanimous, I did the only thing an omo enthusiast afraid of being caught would do: I said something like "I don't have to go." But Natalie chimed in "You said you had to go like half an hour ago." So I made up another excuse and said "No; it would get all over the carpet." To which Vicki said, "You can go in the kitchen; tile floor." I protested one more time, "But I would have to walk home in these pants." Kaitlyn said, "I can drive you." After a moment's thought, I just grunted, in faux defeated exasperation. Natalie said playfully "You have to do it. We agreed!", to which I said "Yeah, but... but... but...". Slowly, a quiet but growing chant of "Pee! Pee! Pee! Pee!" broke out, eventually bellowed enthusiastically by all three of them, accompanied by claps. Partly because I was afraid they would wake the neighbors, I relented and said "Ok, ok, ok!", to which they all applauded and laughed like little girls. Natalie stood up and pointed to the kitchen like I was going to do it that second. But I said "First, I have one condition." Instantly they were hushed and gave me their full attention. After a moment's pause, the conversion went like this: Kaitlyn: Ok, what's the condition? Me: Since you two, Vicki and Natalie, haven't had your turn yet, one of you two has to do it too. (Silence.) Vicky: Which one of us? Me: Well, that's the beauty of it. You two have to decide. (No response, but smiles were starting to form.) Me: Look, I'm not gonna be the only person to pee in my pants. I need... you know, plausible deniability, or something. Natalie: ...I think you mean Mutually Assured Destruction... Me: Whatever. Look, I don't care how you decide: You can play rock, paper, scissors, choose and number between one and ten... Kaitlyn: Or which one of you has to pee more. (A very long pause.) Vicki: Bu... Oh, I see. We'd be competing. Natalie: You mean, like who can hold it longer? Kaitlyn: Yes! Like a game. Well, a new game. Natalie: Oh gosh, that could be funny, but I don't have a change of clothes here. Kaitlyn: Hey Vic, don't you have a pair of sweatpants or something that would fit Nat? Vicki: Yeah, I guess. Hmmm. Ok, I'll do it, but only if Kaitlyn does it too. Kaitlyn: Me? But I already did my dare. Vicki: Yeah, but this is "a new game", remember? Kaitlyn: Wait a minute. Pan, you have to go now, right? I don't have to pee at all. Didn't you mean someone would do it at the same time as you? Me: Not necessarily, and to be fair in this new game we've stumbled onto, the, uh, "players" should all have a chance to pee first, and then the game begins, so it's a level playing field. Natalie: Oh, no, no, no; I see what you're doing. You're trying to get out of the old game so you don't have to pee your pants. Me: No, I swear. (slowly) I'll agree to pee in my pants now - like any second now, actually! - as long as right after it, your game begins. And Kaitlyn, if you play too, then you don't even have to drive me. I'll walk home, take a quick shower, and be back by the time things get... interesting here. Vicki: You're going to walk home in wet pants? Me: What else can I do? Your sweatpants aren't going to fit me. Plus, Kaitlyn has to stay here and keep you two honest, otherwise you might wuss out and just go pee in the bathroom halfway through. Kaitlyn: (after a long pause...) Ok, I'm in. Natalie: (Clapping) So, you... I mean, we, we all, are really gonna do this? All of it? Me: Rule Number 1: No cameras. Kaitlyn: Rule 2: We never tell Ree, Dack, and Ted about this. Natalie: Rule 3: No wussing out. Me: Rule 4: You have to drink a lot before I get back. Vicki: We can finish the wine coolers; I have three or four left. Me: Drink water first, just for, you know, hangover prevention. Kaitlyn: How much should we say we have to drink? Vicki: Like one big glass of water every, what, half hour? Me: That'll take forever. Every 10 minutes, maybe? Kaitlyn: Gawd, I may not last until you get back. Vicki: Rule 5: Nobody pees on my carpet! After general laughter, it was clear we had nothing more to discuss, so I made a little smirky smile, and started walking toward the kitchen tile. Natalie clapped again in excitement, and a few seconds later we were all standing in the kitchen. Vicki grabbed a chair so she had a front row seat, and Kaitlyn put her hand on the back of it to lean in. Nat eagerly stood on the other side of Vic, smiling. I debated taking off my shoes, and thought one of them may mention that I should. But they didn't, so I decide to leave them on, as it was somehow more real that way. When I first mentioned having to pee, like a half hour or so ago, I was at an 8 on the desperation scale. Now I was at a high 9, and was struggling to hold it without visibly showing any obvious signs. I wasn't in pain yet, but I really, really had to go. Another chant of "Pee! Pee!" briefly broke out again, until I said "Stop; you're making me nervous," and clenched with all my might to hold on a moment longer, so as not to seem too eager. After another 10 seconds or so I said "Look away for a second... I'll let you know when it's happening." Without a word, all three girls, still huddled together in front of me, either turned their heads and/or covered their eyes, and the stage was set. I savored the moment, knowing I was in complete control of four people's destinies. When I decided it was time, I relaxed. But you know how sometimes you have to pee so bad it's hard to get it started? I had apparently hit that point. As an experienced omo enthusiast, I had long since mastered the art of letting go in my pants, but this was the first time anyone had been in the room with me, watching me. Ten seconds later I got an urge, but all I managed was a small leak, nowhere near enough to be seen. Five seconds after that, I felt like I was gonna let go, but it went away. Finally, I felt it; the unmistakable feeling of my bladder saying "Ok; going to open the floodgates now." I waited until the full flow had started, and I said simply, "I'm going." All three popped their heads back towards me and began to stare intently at my crotch. Obviously it wasn't visible yet because no one reacted. Then, almost simultaneously there was an "Oh!", a gasp, and a giggle, as they watched me pee in my pants. Natalie said "Yea!!!" and pointed at it the whole time, following the stain as it slowly meandered down from my crotch, passed my knees, and went all the way to my ankles. Kaitlyn kept saying "You're doing it! You're doing it!" Vicki couldn't stop laughing, until it started leaking from the cuffs of my pants all over her kitchen floor, at which point she said "Shit! I have to get a towel." She ran off to the bathroom, and once she returned I had stopped peeing, with Natalie and Kaitlyn still staring in amazement. Kaitlyn said "Holy shit, you really did it!" Natalie said "You peed a LOT!", to which we all broke out in laughter together, and just kept laughing for a long time, until our cheeks burned. Kaitlyn asked me to turn around, and I did so by taking high-kneed in-place steps, to better feel the wetness down my legs. I didn't want to appear to be enjoying it too much, so I said "This feels so weird!" and "Ew, it's getting cold," both met with giggles. Apparently the stain was just as obvious in the back, because each of them said "Woah", or "Omigod" as they reacted to the different view. Finally Vicki said "You can't walk home like this." I assured her, "I can hide it with my bag when cars pass", as I dried off my shoes with the towel, hoping no one would realize what an expert I already was at this. Soon after that I made Kaitlyn promise not to let anyone go to the bathroom after they had all peed to start the hold-it game. She swore, and Nat and Vic swore too, even though I didn't ask them to. As I started to move to the door, one of them said, "I can't believe you did that," to which I retorted "One of you is going to do it too!" Natalie said, "Now I'm really nervous... that it's going to be me!", and we all laughed again. Nat and Kaitlyn took over sopping up the wet floor, as Vicki handed me my bag and showed me out. As I was about to walk out the door, Vicki said "Wait...", so I stopped to face her. After three seconds or so she said, "I just wanted to see it one more time." In that moment something changed between her and me, something special that wouldn't be fully realized until years later. I left Vicki's apartment, hoping no one would see me in the super well-lit hallway, and being late, I was pretty sure I would succeed. Her apartment was toward the end on the second floor, so I had to turn left out of her door, walk down a long hallway, and then turn left again and walk down a shorter hallway to a half flight of stairs that led down to the exit door. I paused before I made the turn, to look and listen if anyone was in the hallway or just coming in the door. After 20 seconds or so, I decided there was no point in waiting any longer, so, I took a breath, and then charged forward around the corner. I saw no one. Just when I thought I was safe, two girls in their mid 20s suddenly appeared. They were of the mildly goth persuasion, which was relatively rare then, at least in that town. One wore short bleach-blonde hair, a nose-ring, and a T-shirt that looked like it had been through a shredder. The other had pink hair, but was dressed in otherwise "normal" fashion. They had been inside all this time, but were chatting, or smoking, or something, just inside the main door, but down the steps where I couldn't see them. They must have started walking at about the same time I did, and we were going to meet in the exact middle of this incredibly well-lit hallway. They had already seen me, surely, so there was nothing I could do except just casually walk by them, whistling like I didn't have pee all down my legs. I thought it had worked, but when I was about 15 feet in front of them, one girl whispered something to the other, who then looked directly at my crotch. I have never been so simultaneously embarrassed and excited. I felt my face flush, but I just kept walking. At the bottom of the stairs before going outside, I did a proper look down below to see if the pee stain was obvious. I had thought the bright light might hide it a little, as sometimes a darker light shows off the stain more. I was SO wrong. It was absolutely clear as day what I had done. I blushed again, and hurried outside to the road. I was breathing so fast, and my adrenaline was pumping, so I almost ran to where I was living, about a 10 minute walk away. It was practically on the same road as Vicky's, with just one turn shortly before I got there. I walked on the sidewalk, in the cool spring air, and hid my pants with my bag when cars passed, as planned. One time I forgot, because I was so engrossed with thoughts about all that had just happened, so at least one car got a full view of my wet pants. Another thrill tingled up my omo spine when I realized that. By the time I was home my bladder was full again, mostly because I hadn't emptied it entirely at Vicki's, so as to keep the puddle to a minimum. Feeling exceedingly naughty, I decided to wet the other pair of pants that I had bought that were identical to the ones I had already peed in. I put on new everything - underwear, pants, and socks - and put my shoes back on, to match the outfit I had worn at Vic's. There was no carpet in my room, but I realized I should get a towel from the downstairs bathroom in case I needed it. On the way back up the stairs, I realized my urge was peaking again, having already "tapped the keg". I decided to hold it just for fun, but the combination of alcohol, water, and excitement hit me hard. I only lasted a few minutes, pee dancing and shivering, before my bladder gave in, my heart racing. I watched myself in the mirror as I completely wet my pants again, seeing an exact copy of what the girls had seen. I was so horny by the time I finished peeing that I had to do something about it. I quickly stripped and had one of the quickest but most intense orgasms of my life. And there was, hopefully, more excitement to come in this crazy night!!! I took a quick shower, changed into jeans, and just before I headed out, I thought to call to make sure the others hadn't chickened out. (For those wondering why I didn't call on the way, this was just before cellphones were ubiquitous.) Vicki answered the phone with the words "We haven't chickened out." To which I laughed, and said, "Ok". Then I had a spark of inspiration. "Oh, tell them I have an idea about not telling the others. To raise the stakes, what if the loser has to tell Ree, Dack, and Ted that she peed in her pants? I mean, no discussion of why; that would still be against the rules, but just that she couldn't hold it and wet her pants." Vicki said "I'll mention it. But get here soon; we decided we all had to pee about the same amount, so we didn't do the pre-pee thing." "Oh gosh," I said. "I'll be there in 9 and a half minutes!", and out the door I went, walking even faster than I had earlier. When I got back to Vicki's building I was afraid I might encounter those two goth girls again, but I didn't. I was so glad Vicki lived off campus, so there was at least a chance that those girls were not also students at Gleeson. (I never saw them again, so I guess they weren't.) Vic left her apartment door unlocked, and when I walked in I found my three closest friends all standing in the kitchen with large glasses of water in their hands, and sheepish looks on their faces. I started the 10-minute timer on my watch and said, "So... how are we all doing in here?" Kaitlyn was first to respond: "Eh. Starting to feel it a bit." Vicki looked unfazed, but was standing weirdly still as she said "Hanging in." Natalie said "I'm gonna lose. I know it. I already have to pee so bad." "So do it!", Kaitlyn teased, spawning giggles from Vicki and me. I said, "Yeah, you know any of you can end this at any point." Vicki: Speaking of that, we talked about the loser having to tell the others. Me: And? Kaitlyn: Well, we agree it raises the stakes, but maybe too much. So we thought there should be an out. Me: An out? You mean like a truce? Natalie: Yes! That's the word I was looking for: Truce. Vicki: Where we would all, you know, give up, together... Me: So no one would have to tell the others, because there wouldn't be a single loser. So, no penalty. Natalie: Except peeing in our pants. Then Vicki seemed to get an idea: Vicki: Wait, what about a 2-person truce? Me: You mean if just two of you decide to give up and go? Like a Pact? Vicki: Yeah, a two-person Pact. Does that mean we'd both have to tell the others? Me: Well, there'd be no single loser, just one winner. So I say no penalty. Kaitlyn: Surely if there is only one winner, they should get a prize? Natalie: Yeah. A toilet. We all busted out laughing, during which I noticed both Kait and Vic instinctively hold their crotches for a second. This gave me an idea, but I had to choose my timing carefully. I realized there were some other wrinkles that we hadn't worked out, including how to handle the "leaks" issue. Me: So, if someone does lose, how's it going to work? I mean, at what point do they actually lose? Vicki: You mean, how much pee? Kaitlyn: Well, more than a drop, clearly. Natalie: I thought the loser would just fully go. Vicki: Well, that's the question. Me: So if person A loses, by peeing let's say, down to their knees, does that mean they can go to the bathroom then? Natalie: No! The loser should have to completely pee their pants. Vicki: Yeah, that kinda makes sense. Kaitlyn: So wait, if the loser lets out enough to be considered the loser, but then doesn't let go all the way, does that mean the winners have to wait until the loser does pee all the way before they can go to the bathroom? That doesn't make sense. Me: Hmm. Ok. So, I think, maybe there isn't a loser until either A) they have completely emptied their bladder, or B) gone so much that it makes a real puddle on the floor. Natalie: Geez... Talking about it is making me have to pee worse. I need to sit down. Kaitlyn: New Rule!: No sitting down. Vicki: Yeah, sitting makes it too easy to hold it. Vic and Kait were clearly targeting Natalie to lose, if in a humorous way. I also noticed that they were continuing to use their hands to hold more and more. And Natalie, although she was doing a definite early-stage pee-pee dance, wasn't touching herself. I thought this might be related to her lack of self pleasuring, and I decided to level the playing field. I said, "Ok, so, no sitting down. Also, no holding with your hands. Otherwise we could be here all night." Natalie immediately smiled, and Vic and Kait let out a grumble, and began to dance a little more urgently. Being the resident omo expert, I figured we had probably 30 minutes to go, an hour max. I was so excited to see any of my three friends pee in their pants, and it looked like it was really going to happen. After a few minutes of basically nothing interesting, I got an idea, and walked over to the table where the game cards were. As I sat down in the chair, my watched dinged, signaling it was time to drink more. All three groaned, and then laughed, after I said: Me: Ten minutes. Another glass! Kaitlyn: Shit. The sound of the water goes straight to my bladder. Vicki: I know! Right? Ok, one for me.... and... one for you... and... one for... Natalie: I'm gonna lose. I'm gonna lose... After a moment of us all intensely staring at Natalie, who had suddenly stopped moving and stood still, Kaitlyn, and then Vic started up the "Pee! Pee!" chant again, and this time I joined in. Nat's face was scrunched up, and I really thought this was it. After 10 seconds or so, Kaitlyn asked: Kaitlyn: Are you going? Natalie: No. I was able to hold it. Barely. That was close! Vicki: Damn. I got excited there for a second and thought I... Wait! There's something we haven't talked about. When Natalie... I mean, say Nat loses. Which one of us two gets to use the toilet first? (A pregnant pause.) Kaitlyn: We could... just keep playing. Vicki: Oh shit. Natalie: Yeah! The second place wouldn't have to tell the others that she peed. (Another pause.) Vicki: Wait, this all started because Pan didn't want to be the only one, and that ONE of us had to do it too. But not TWO of us. Me: Okay. That's a good point. New rule: The loser gets to choose who goes to the bathroom first. After a moment's thought, Vicki's eyes lit up, and she began to speak to Natalie as a servant speaks to a master: Vicki: Oh, Natalie, did I tell you how nice your overalls look? They're just so stylish and lovely. Kaitlyn: (realizing what was happening) Oh! And your hair! Who does your hair? So long... and beautiful... and flowing... Shit. I shouldn't have said flowing. We all laughed at their attempts to curry favor with the presumed loser. I realized that whoever lost would probably chose the person who least had to pee to be the lucky one who got to go to the bathroom, and that would mean we could torture the other, and possibly get her to wet also. That would be fun, I thought, so I didn't object. Instead, I found the card that said "PEE YOUR PANTS", and announced to the group: "So, if talking about it makes it worse, then I have a great idea." Then I pretended to read from the back of the card: "Tell everyone about the last time you peed in your pants." One of the girls said "Does it really say that?" "Yeah," I lied, "It's on the back of the 'PEE YOUR PANTS' card. See?", and held it up. Of course, all they could see was the big writing of those three words, but they were too far away to make out what was on the back of the card when I flipped it over, as the words were in smaller type. What was actually printed had nothing to do with peeing, of course, but it seemed plausible enough, as it was very much in line with the kinds of questions we were reading earlier. Kaitlyn spoke up first: "Oh, what the hell. I've got a good one. At the end of my last year of high school I went on a first date with a guy. He was really nice, and tall, and pretty attractive, so I had high hopes. We had lunch together on a Saturday, and afterward we wanted go somewhere to talk and get to know each other. I recommended going to the lake near where I lived where there are nice trails through the woods. There was a little block building with bathrooms at the trail head, but I didn't use it, figuring we'd be back soon enough, since most of the trails were not that long. So we were like an hour into this strolling chat when I started to really have to pee. Now you know me: I grew up in the country, and I know how to pee outside, so I wasn't worried about that. But it was a first date, and I really liked this guy, so somehow I just couldn't bring myself to tell him I had to go. And I thought at any point we would get back to the parking area where the bathroom was. Just my luck, we happened to choose a trail I didn't know very well, and it was the LONG loop. About the time we figured that out, and turned around, I knew I was in trouble. Cause we clearly weren't going to pass any bathrooms as we backtracked the like, hour it would take to walk back to the car. I was so desperate at this point, and almost said something. But the conversation was really good, and he jumped right back into it. I'm not a shy person, but for some reason I still couldn't admit that I needed to pee. My need kept getting worse and worse, and obviously I couldn't grab myself or he'd know. Long story short, about 20 minutes before we got back to his car, I ended up... urinating in my clothes... as we walked. My jeans were sorta dark, so maybe he didn't see. But man, I was afraid he'd notice, and I was afraid to get in his car, cause I thought I would get his seats wet. I was so mortified, but I never said anything, and the seats were like plasticy, so if he did notice, he never said anything." Me: When you actually peed, did you like decide to go, or was it, like, an accident? Kaitlyn: About... half and half. Vicki: You peed while walking? Me: That's hard to do... (And then quickly) I imagine. Kaitlyn: Yeah. It was a slow flow, but like, I totally went. Natalie: That's a cute story. I don't really have a single time, but when I was younger I did it a lot. Usually it was because I didn't want to stop what I was doing until it was too late. But I guess the last time must have been just a few days after my 18th birthday, during a violin lesson. Thankfully I was wearing a skirt and this thick pair of warm and comfy black leggings that I really liked, which soaked it all up so my teacher didn't know. But my mom noticed, because she heard "splash", and said "Natalie, do you need to go to the bathroom?", as if I was 12 years old. I awkwardly nodded yes, and ran off to the bathroom, but it was too late. I had already peed almost all of it out. Technically like the last little bit went in the toilet, but, really, I totally peed myself. My mom came to the bathroom to check on me, and washed out my panties and tights in the sink while I did the rest of the lesson commando. Surely my teacher figured it out, but I just said I was hot in those tights. Which was, true. You know... before they got cold. General laughs followed, and of course also punctuated the telling of these two stories throughout. Then after a pause... Vicki: You're all looking at me. Does that mean it's my turn? Kaitlyn: (laughing) Um, duh. Vicki: Sorry to disappoint, but I've never wet my pants, not since potty training days. Natalie: Never? Vicki: I don't think so, no. I mean, tiny little leaks, occasionally, when laughing or straining, but nothing that, you know, counts as really wetting my pants. I did wet the bed once, when I was an undergrad, after a long night out drinking. I was so glad I have allergies, because I had bought an "allergy pad" mattress topper for my bed, which had the side benefit of being waterproof. Kaitlyn: Did you have a roommate? Vicki: Yeah. And she knew I had done it before I did, because she saw it while I was still asleep. Me: That's embarrassing. Vicki: Yeah, but she was great. Even washed my sheets and pajamas for me while I drank coffee and tried to sober up. Actually, she told me a funny story about peeing her pants to make me feel better. Me: So, tell us that story instead. Vicki: Instead of what? Me: Instead of you telling us the last time you peed in your pants. Natalie: Yeah; wetting the bed doesn't count! Vicki: Ok, whatever. So Kel, my roommate, was skiing somewhere - I have no idea where - on a school, or church trip or something, where they took a bus to get there. No, it wasn't a school trip, because she was in her gap year before college. Anyway, about halfway through the day she had to pee when she was at the top of the mountain, and there were no bathrooms up there, so she decided to take one of the faster hills down to the, uh, what's it called? Kaitlyn: Lodge? Vicki: Yes. So this channel, or slope, whatever, was steeper and harder to handle than she thought. She was a good skier, but it took her probably more time than one of the kiddie slopes because she had to take it slow to avoid falling on her ass. By the time she got down the hill she was about to explode. She goes into the lodge, hangs up her skies (or whatever it is you do), and finally makes it into the bathroom. But she's dressed in like 4 layers, with big snow pants on top, and she's frantically trying to get undressed. She told me "I made it... to the toilet. But I peed... in my pants. And I didn't have any clothes to change into, so, being the 'brilliant' person that I am, I just pulled my snowpants back up, and pretended nothing happened for the rest of the day. It didn't show, because of the layers, but I probably smelled. I must have smelled. But no one said anything." Natalie: Oh my God. What a nightmare. I hate, hate, HATE clothes that are hard to take off. Did anyone find out? Vicky: I don't think so. She was still living at home, so she had to tell her mom of course, and they had a good laugh about it. But otherwise she got away with it. Kaitlyn: Poor thing. Had to ride all the way home on the bus with wet pants. Vicky: I know. That's really embarrassing for a teenager. I was so attuned to these stories that I almost didn't notice my watch beeping again. But they did, and starting groaning even before I said "More water!" So, here's how things stood. Natalie was pee dancing, not really any worse than she was before. Vicki and Kaitlyn were both noticeably more agitated now, but still pretty calm. None of them had any visible leaks, and believe me, I was looking! That gave me a great idea actually, of how to speed things along. Me: I have an idea. You know how we said the loser gets to choose who gets to go to the bathroom? Well it seems pretty obvious that whoever the loser does NOT choose, the one who has to wait while the other is peeing in the toilet, is gonna get teased and tortured by the loser - and probably me - to try to make them pee in their pants too. Vicki: Yeah. That's why we were being so nice to Natalie earlier. Me: I know, I know. And that can still work if no one else has leaked. But if there are, like, any visible... you know, leaks, from the other two, what if instead of the loser choosing the person who gets to pee next, instead it's... the person who already has the biggest stain on their pants? Natalie: What? I don't understand. Me: Well, it's a way to help end this thing before morning. Think about it. It's an incentive to let some pee out, before the loser, you know, loses... Kaitlyn: Oh; I get it. You should always let out a little more pee than anyone else, so when someone loses, you'll actually get to pee in the toilet sooner, because you have a bigger stain. Is that it? Vicki: But if you try to let only a little bit out, you might not be able to stop it. Me: Exactly! Vicki: You are truly a sadistic person, Pan. Me: I know. But that's why you all love me so much. Natalie: I'm still trying to understand. So, if you let some out, you might not be able to stop it, in which case you lose. If you do manage to stop it, but you still have a smaller wet spot than the other person who isn't the loser, then you have to wait even longer to go to the bathroom, and get egged on by the loser... Me: And me. Kaitlyn: Yeah. It's an incentive to let more out than anyone else. But it has risks. Natalie: Sheesh, my brain hurts. It's so hard to think right now! The way Natalie was slightly hunched over as she said this was so cute, and betrayed just how badly she had to pee. We continued to talk about this new plan, but got sidetracked by my watch again, and another round of drinking, after which the girls talked about other things to try to take their minds off of what was happening. At some point we all walked around the apartment for some reason, maybe because someone thought it might take their mind off the urges. By the time my watch went off again ten minutes later, all three girls were visibly, obviously, desperate. Kaitlyn: I say no more drinking; I feel like I'm gonna burst any second. Nat: Agreed! Vicki: Agreed! Me: Agreed. But we never really decided about... Kaitlyn: Yeah, where are we on the whole... second place, pee leak, size-of-pee-stain thing? Me: We never really committed. Do you all agree on this? It really doesn't change the basic game; it just adds a new layer. Natalie: I'm gonna lose anyway, so I don't care. Vicki: Sure. Fine. Whatever. But I'm not gonna intentionally let anything out. I might not be able to stop it. Kaitlyn: Well I have to do something or I'm gonna pop. So, I'm going to let some out. If I lose, I lose, but I think it's worth the risk, and I mean, Natalie looks like she could go any second. Vicki: You're really gonna do it? Kaitlyn: Just a little. I'll be able to stop it. After a few seconds, Kaitlyn stopped squirming, and stood still with her legs still together. Fifteen seconds later, she made a little squeak, and a tiny spot appeared in the crotch of her cream-colored pants, and expanded to about the size of a penny. Kaitlyn: OK. Done. Told you I could stop it! Vicki: That's it? Oh, I thought we had to let out more than that. I can beat that. Kaitlyn: Can I just say, this is the silliest thing any of us have ever done? At this, Natalie and Vicki laughed so hard I thought they were going to lose it. Even Kaitlyn had to laugh at the craziness of it all. I remained stoic, like I was a referee in some bizarre endurance race. Without warning, Vicki blurted out, "Bam! There you go!" We all instantly looked at her crotch, and she had let out about a quarter sized spot that was still expanding in her jeans. She had stopped peeing, but it was still spreading as it began to dry. Natalie, sensing an opportunity, turned to Kaitlyn and began a solo chant of "Pee! Pee! Pee!", during which Kaitlyn made another attempt. The stain on her pants started to grow, faster this time, and after two seconds or so, she physically clenched with her whole body, accompanied by her saying "Hunnnh" as if she was an Olympic weightlifter. It was so funny, and everybody busted out laughing. The stain had spread to about baseball size, and she said, "Wow, I think I actually feel better after that." Not to be outdone, Vicki said "My turn," and all eyes went back to her jeans. Her flow was slow and controlled, and it took maybe 5 seconds to stop, at which point her stain was about the size of a large apple. She said, "Yeah, I feel better now too." Natalie, who rarely cursed, said: "Holy shit, I'm I the only one here who hasn't peed themselves tonight?" Kaitlyn shot back, pointing to her and Vicki's pants, "Hey, this isn't peeing. This is STRATEGY. And you're not supposed to be using your hands." Natalie quickly put both hands behind her back, and stood up as straight and tall as she could, her legs tightly together. But it looked as if her crotch was trying to eat her legs and abdomen, as she slowly collapsed back into a bending over position. I thought Kaitlyn might continue the stain competition, but she was apparently content to let things stay as they were, and for a while, maybe 5 minutes, nothing happened except for the girls gently teasing each other. I decided it was time to do something, so I said, "Challenge time. You don't have to drink more water, but you do have to listen to it." Natalie: Oh God, no! Vicki: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Kaitlyn: For Fuck's Sake. These comments continued with increasing frequency as I proceeded with my challenge. I started by filling a glass with water, and taking a nice long drink myself, complete with a long "Ah" at the end. Then I slowly poured the remaining water out in the sink, from high above it. As a finale, I turned on the sink faucet full blast, but turned it back off a split second later. Then I waited, and did it again. Then I waited a little less time, and again, and again, and again, until finally, the water was on a steady full blast. After a few seconds I reduced it to a noisy trickle, and walked away, to the sound of all three moaning and groaning their dissatisfaction. When I got back to my front row seat, each girl had a unique, but unmistakable look on her face of "I have to pee right now." Nat was clenching her teeth, and doing quick little knee bends. Vicki looked like she had put an egg in her mouth and was doing Lamaze breaths while tapping her hips with her wrists. And Kaitlyn had her eyes closed with her eyebrows raised as she marched in place. I noticed that Vicki's crotch was getting ever so slightly darker, and as soon as the stain began to spread, I said quietly, "Vicki's peeing." She stiffened her body and said, "No I'm not! I'm stopping. I stopped." But the stain continued to grow until it was the size of a large grapefruit. Kaitlyn immediately said, "I'm going too. But I'm gonna stop." For a second she peed so hard that it shot through her pants. She then jerked her body, and the stain reduced and began to spread smoothly, starting to run down her left leg. Quickly Natalie said, Natalie: "Does that mean I win? Me: What do you mean? Natalie: She peed on the floor! Me: No, it has to be a real puddle. She stopped, see? Kaitlyn's pee stain was a beautiful half-moon shape above her crotch, and ran down her left leg about the length of her little finger. The following things happened in overlapping rapid succession, accompanied by the sound of a noisy faucet: Natalie said: "Crap! I'm gonna pee. I'm gonna pee!" Kaitlyn made a deep guttural groan, and kept twitching her right hand like she wanted to hold herself. Vicki's pee stain started to grow again, re-darkening her crotch and starting to run down her right leg. Vicki looked at no one in particular and said, "TRUCE?!" Kaitlyn looked at Vicki, then Nat, and said "TRUCE!?", as her own stain began to grow again. All eyes looked to Natalie, who said: "...... Fuck no. I wanna win!!!" Vicki laughed and said "Omigod." Kaitlyn laughed, and then sighed and took Vicki's hand. They both said "PACT!" at the same time, and relaxed and stood still. Vicki's stain began to flow down both legs equally, now almost to her knees. Kaitlyn was peeing so fast that she peed through her pants again, with a quick jet to the floor, but it then settled into a gushing cascade down first her left, then her right leg. Kaitlyn said, "Fuck, my shoes!", and quickly kicked off her sandals. Vicki said: "Fuck it. Mine are just crocks.", right about the time the stain passed her ankles, and the pee started to flow into them. Kaitlyn was slightly behind Vicki, her stain now passing her knees, and it looked for a second like it might stop. But quickly thereafter I saw a much faster flow permeate from her crotch, and within a couple of seconds it was down to her feet, soaking into her white socks. Vicki looked at me and yelled, "Towels!" I quickly ran to the bathroom and grabbed two towels, and came back to find all three girls laughing so hard that they made no sound. Natalie regained her composure first and said "You did it! Yea!!!" and then threw her hands up and said "I win! I win! I win! Screw you guys, I'm going... to the toilet." More laughs. While Natalie was in the bathroom, Vicki and Kaitlyn began to show off their pee stains to each other. Between peals of laughter, they spoke in a coded language of half phrases, saying things like, "First you...", "And then...", "I thought...", "Wet my...", "But she...", "All the way down...", "like WOOSH...". As things finally got back to a more normal level, Kaitlyn said, "You did say you had a pair of sweats I can wear home?" Vic nodded yes, while still amidst a silent belly laugh. I finally handed them the towels, and they began to wipe the floor, Vic with her hands, Kaitlyn, with her socked feet. Eventually Vicki calmed down enough to ask me, "Pan, can you grab another couple of towels from the bathroom when she gets out?" I nodded, smiling ear to ear, and headed towards the bathroom. Right on cue I heard the toilet flush, ending my hopes that all three would wet. I heard the lock click open, and did the courteous thing and stepped to the side of the hallway before going down it, so Natalie could pass me as she came back into the main room. When she did, both Vic and Kaitlyn got completely silent. Natalie came out and stopped. She was wide eyed, red faced, and looked shocked and frustrated at the same time. Slowly my gaze made its way down her overalls to her crotch. It was wet. So was her butt. Really wet, and the wetness continued down her inner thighs, past her knees, and all the way to her ankles, stopping about one inch above both cuffs. She shouted: "I... HATE... OVERALLS!" You know, there is regular laughter, and then there's whole-body-paralyzing laughter. This was that. I found myself on the floor convulsing, and Vic and Kait were squealing so loud that NASA thought something was wrong with their radios. As that was happening, Natalie explained in one breath, "I was standing right in front of the toilet, but I couldn't get these clips undone, cause they're not like regular buckles, you have to squeeze them, but I forgot, and I couldn't hold it anymore and I started peeing, and I couldn't stop it, and finally I just sat on the toilet and peed through my pants." Vicki said "Oh, come here baby." And all three had a soaking wet group hug in the kitchen, standing on wet towels full of pee. It would have been a perfect picture moment in the days of cellphones, but I took mental snapshots instead. To this day, it is my strongest naughty memory, the smiles on those faces as they took turns hugging each other. I joined in too, not caring if my pants got wet again. Vicki finally said, picking tears out of her eyes, Vicki: I hate to interrupt this special moment, but I only have one pair of sweatpants. Kaitlyn: Natalie can have them. I don't even care at this point. It's late. I just don't want us to have to walk through the entire parking lot to my car. Me: I can get it. Kaitlyn: Yeah, that'd be awesome. It's in the far corner; there were no close spots when we arrived. Here're the keys. It's a stick. Me: No problem. I had learned to drive on a manual transmission, so five minutes later I had moved her car next to the external door to Vic's building without incident, and was back inside. I had thought Natalie would have changed out of her overalls and into the sweats, but both she and Kaitlyn (and Vic for that matter) were still in their peed clothes, and Kaitlyn was drying off her feet with one of the towels from the bathroom that I never got to retrieve. As she was putting on her sandals, I asked "You're not going to shower first or anything?" Natalie responded, "What's the point? We don't have spare clothes for both of us, and we're only a few minutes away. And we have class in the morning." Vicki: Not until 11 though, right? Kaitlyn: I have a 9:30 exam tomorrow. Vicki: Shit. Well, at least take some garbage bags to cover your seats. Kaitlyn: Yeah, that'd be smart. Natalie: Unlike everything else we did this evening. Vicki asked if I would stay and help clean up, to which I of course agreed, and then the goodbyes began, wet pants and all. Five minutes later Nat and Kait were gone. Thirty seconds after that they were back, Kaitlyn saying "My keys?!" and after a final handoff, I started to help Vicki clean up. She asked if she could take a quick shower, and I volunteered to mop the kitchen while she did. After her shower, she reappeared wearing her much talked about sweatpants. She said the bathroom wasn't bad, and that I had done enough to help. She hugged me deeply, and said "Thanks for being such a doofus," which I took as high praise. I was already crazy about her, but now it was cemented in my soul. I left feeling fulfilled, lucky, naughty, and exhilarated. When I got home I wrote all of this in my diary, especially every detail I could remember about peeing stuff. I finished writing as dawn was breaking, and quickly fell asleep. In the next few days, every time any of the four of us saw each other we instantly broke out in laughter. But we never betrayed our promise not to tell our other friends anything other than we had a fun time with pizza and a movie. We didn't even speak about it much the few times when it was just the four of us, for fear of somehow defiling the magic of that night. Years later, I did follow up one time with Kaitlyn, and asked how she and Natalie made it home safely that night without laughing so hard they ran the car off the road. She responded by saying: Kaitlyn: We did laugh a lot. Mostly about the fact that we had to walk past these two confused looking goth girls in the hallway. THE END

Maybe I am alone in this but I have made a few videos of my wettings (which I really enjoy) and posted some of them on here to share with everyone. However. I have found that I actually like re watching my own videos and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's becasue I can re-live the experiance in my mind remembering what it felt like and how it looks for anyone else. This was one of my favourites and still find myself rewatcing it Anyone else do the same and if so how does it make you feel? Black Lycra after bike ride.mp4

Does anyone have stories of seeing their mom wet themself in car ride, in public, at home, bed wetting, or desperation? i will give an example: my mom has a small bladder. She likes to go in long morning walks and one time she walked too far from our house. She was getting very desperate and holding herself a lot. She told me she didn’t want to go on the grass since someone we knew might drive by and we were by a lot of houses. So she pretended to tie her shoe lace while squatting down on one knee and peed her leggings. another time my mom had taken laxatives while on vacation because she was constipated. She ended up sharting herself later on. my mom has also worn a body suit and forgot to unbutton the bottom when she went to the toilet. So she soiled her body suit and underwear while we were outside. She changed into a dress she had in the car but she stunk of pee the whole day

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Well, starting the day as I mean to go on. It's going to be a "No Toilet" day today so thought I'd kick off with my morning pee in the shower. Should I keep these on or change and wet from dry for my next pee? Wetting White In The Shower-1.mp4

Hi guys, I was looking for a video recently, I don't remember where I found it when I saw for the first time, maybe it was from here, but I searched for it and I didn't found. So in the video, a Japanese girl and her camera man are in a abandoned house or hospital, and she pees her leggings a few times during this, she and her camera man laught about that, and the idea is pretty it. Thanks guys.

While I was catching up on the colors, I noticed that there wasn't a thread for white. So here you go.

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!

AN: Randomly thought up the idea for this story when finishing up some work the other day. I imagine the demonkin characters to have crimson to red skin. Basically like red skinned, horned, and tailed people. I kind of blended together fantasy and omo for the heck of it. Hopefully this story can be enjoyed, and hopefully I'll write more in the future when I can find the time. Vrena’s red maid dress swayed back and forth alongside her crimson tail as she walked towards her king’s throne. As a demonkin, her skin was a shade of crimson, and her tail ended in a pointed triangular tip. She also boasted small horns and shoulder-length hair of a dark purple, almost black color. The demonkin maid was outfitted in her aforementioned dress, alongside a pair white tights and black slippers. She was nervous, jittery, and if she weren’t a demonkin she would have been sweating bullets. After a few moments she reached the throne, which was flanked on both sides by royal guards and other members of the royal court. Vrena greeted her boss, king Xzylon. Xzylon smiled at Vrena’s appearance in his court. “Ah, you’re here. I’ve been awaiting your return. Have you set up the dining hall for dinner and the meeting tonight?” The king cocked his head slightly, he had a feeling that he already knew the answer. “Yep! All done!” Vrena nodded, “The other workers and I set the tables, and placed the orders to the chefs!” Vrena couldn’t help but continue to sway a little in nervousness. It was a big day, and Vrena was kept very busy by her responsibilities as the head maid. As such, she naturally fit into a leadership role amongst the other maids. “Thank you Vrena. You... seem nervous. Is anything wrong?” Xzylon’s expression softened a little from his neutral look. “No... I’m okay.” Vrena’s tail whipped around by her side as she continued to shift her weight from foot to foot. “Alright Vrena. If you need any assistance or further instruction, you have but to ask. Tonight’s dinner service should begin in short while, within a quarter hour. Before the guests arrive, meet me in the dining hall with the other maids. Until then, you are free to do whatever you wish. You’re dismissed.” “Yes, your majesty.” Vrena did a curtsy, but it was a little stilted as her already red face beheld a slight blush of uncomfort to her cheeks. After the curtsy, she walked off, out of the inner court and back into the rest of the castle. The interior halls were large and beautiful, decorated in dark reds and oranges, lit with extravagant candles and chandeliers, alongside decorative volcanic rocks. Vrena’s tail continued to whip around from side to side as she walked. A classic demonkin sign of anxiety. But what wasn’t a classic sign was the urge to press her legs together as she walked. She sighed to herself, cursing the five goblets of water she drank while setting up the dining hall. Grabbing the sides of her dress to walk faster, she continued down the hall towards a left-turning corner. She turned the corner and saw the bathrooms down this last straightaway. At the sight of it her urge grew and she felt a surge of desperation, causing her to pee-dance then cross her legs in place for a moment. As her bladder sent those signals, Vrena’s eyes darted around in a panic, she didn’t want anyone to see her predicament. As the wave fell back and the coast was clear she began to walk briskly down the hall, hands on her dress to prevent herself from tripping. “It’s okay, I’ll just go pee, and it’ll all be alright. After that, I’ll meet the king in the dining hall for dinner service.” Vrena whispered to herself, trying to calm down. It was much too long since she last peed, as she remembered that she last went to the bathroom before she began to set up the dining hall. That was almost four hours ago by now. As Vrena could see the bathroom door, she saw a dark red demonkin emerge from a room to the left! It was Obsilda exiting the servant’s quarters. Obsilda was a fellow maid and Vrena’s closest friend among them. She too had been on the payroll for dinner service tonight, alongside the rest of the maids who began to exit the room. “Vrena! Hey! We were wondering where you were! And you seem ready to go! Dinner’s about to start soon!” Obsilda called out eagerly. “But-” “Everyone’s so happy to see you, it’s time to head to the dining hall for dinner service!” Obsilda smiled at her friend. “I ha-” “Vrena! Lead us to the dining hall!” Another maid interrupted. All the maids had a sister-like bond in the workplace and continued to ask Vrena to lead them to the dining hall, as if she were the captain of a sports team bringing the team onto the field. “A-alright. We’ll get going.” Vrena said to the maids calmly with a faux happiness and strained smile. Vrena turned around to lead the group to the dining hall. Away from the bathroom and her sweet relief... She just didn’t have the heart to ruin the mood among her fellow maids, nor the shamelessness to outright admit the extent of her need to relieve herself. As she walked, Vrena’s tail continued to swing in nervousness, and she continued to completely panic on the inside. As the group walked back through the hall, Vrena did all she could to not press her thighs together under her dress and just try to walk normally. They turned the corner and headed down the main hall again. Vrena tried to think about everything to herself. ‘Maybe I can slip out for a moment between serving the guests, I mean, if I can’t hold it until the end of service. It’ll only be what? An hour? N-no, I don’t think I can hold it in that long! What’ll I do!?’ Vrena continued her inner panic until the group reached the dining hall. A butler demonkin awaited the group and opened the door to the dining hall. Inside was the dining hall, and next to the head of the table was King Xzylon himself. He greeted the maids with a smile and gestured for them to come over. Following his request, the group walked over, with Vrena shuffling, trying not to show any sign of desperation in front of her king. “Glad to see you all here. We’re going to be having guests with quite the reputation over tonight. The human government’s prime-minister, the lazaris triumvirate chieftains, and even the elven king and queen, alongside plenty of nobles from each. In other words, you will be serving me, and the representatives of the other three major civilizations. I request you all to do your best tonight. Now get ready and prepare for service to begin while I welcome them inside.” The king walked out of the room, followed by two of his guards. The maids began talking amongst themselves as Vrena fidgeted, her hands drawn to the front of her dress, grabbing her crotch and pushing her dress between her now tightly-pressed thighs. “Vrena, are you okay?” Obsilda asked with a concerned look as some of the other demonkin maids looked in their direction. Vrena blushed in embarrassment seeing all of her fellow maids staring at her as she clutched her dress. “I... I’m f-fine... I just...” “Vrena, something is wrong. You can tell me.” Obsilda said reassuringly. “I-I must relieve myself. Really, really urgently.” Vrena began to blush very deeply, already ashamed to even admit her need to go, even refusing to utter the word ‘emergency’ to anyone. She was deeply ashamed of her current state, and her tail hung low in embarrassment. How could she let herself end up a squirmy mess right before one of the most important dinner services of her life? How would she be able to slip out and go pee when the guests arrived? After a moment, some of the other maids began to return to their conversations but others seemed to keep an eye on Vrena’s desperate plight, showing a sympathetic look to their well-respected head maid. “I had no idea Vrena... that’s why you were reluctant to head out. I’m so sorry. How long have you been holding it?” Obsilda was concerned now. “I... I haven’t relived myself since before we started setting up the hall... It’s been at least four hours by now.” With that realization, Obsilda’s concern was double-fold, leading her to brainstorm for a few seconds. “Hey, if you need to step out, now’s the time before the guests arrive. I’ll vouch for you.” Obsilda suggested. While hearing Obsilda’s offer and thinking it over for a moment, Vrena was practically bouncing in place with her hands buried in the crotch of her dress, but before she could even accept her friend’s offer, the doors were opened once again, by the same butler as before. All the maids scurried into their places in a line beside the head of the table. Then in came King Xzylon and the other rulers with a slew of guards and other nobles of each invited group. Vrena’s eyes widened as her hands retreated from her crotch to her side like the other maids did. As head maid, Vrena stood right next to her king’s seat. Everyone walked to their seats as Xzylon stood next to his set of maids in front of his chair. “Attention everyone, from lands far and wide.” The guests looked to their royal demonkin host. “Before we discuss business and the current debates surrounding the new colonizers of this continent’s shorelines, we should feast, to celebrate this time of peace and prosperity among our four peoples. And before we feast, I ask you to thank the ones serving us tonight. They’ve worked tirelessly to prepare everything for us today.” As the king and guests thanked the maids they all did a curtsy to them, Vrena struggled to stay composed, her blush remaining as she clenched her thighs together tightly under her dress. She looked towards Obsilda to the left of her, but she could only mouth a silent “Sorry” to Vrena before looking back to the table and guests at hand. The king ordered the maids to fetch the wine from the kitchens to be set out for the guests, who happened to arrange themselves by home nation. Each maid scurried to the kitchen at a brisk pace, though for Vrena it was less of a scurry and more of a hobble as she pressed her legs close together when she walked. Arriving at the kitchen, each maid got a platter and several goblets of wine on them. For the others it would just be another dinner service, albeit with more drinks and meals to serve. But for Vrena it was a struggle to keep her balance, holding the platter and trying not to spill any of the liquid contained in each glass. A befitting or ironic task given the maid’s own efforts to not spill her already overfull bladder. Everyone arrived and set down the drinks one by one, and Vrena was no different. At one point, she set down a drink for one of the human nobles and another for her king. “Thank you.” Xzylon looked to Vrena formally, but also showed a subtle look of concern after noticing her blush and tail whipping back and forth in anxiety. He tried to whisper to the maid, “Vrena, would you like to-” Before the king could finish his question, his attention was suddenly dragged back into his conversation with the human prime-minister seated near him. “So then I shot the bow and it landed in his buttock! True story.” The human prime-minister exclaimed, excited to tell his story of a hunt gone wrong. Xzylon’s gaze shifted between the prime-minister and Vrena, but settled back to the prime-minister. Vrena’s only hope for a chance to excuse herself to go pee was dashed and crushed into the dirt. One of the chefs came out and told Vrena and the other maids to stand by, near one of the walls in the room, for when the food would come out. There was absolutely no way for Vrena to excuse herself now. She just had to hold it until the end of dinner service. She couldn’t even think of anything other than releasing the pent-up urine as her bladder was filled to the absolute brim. Over four hours of pee was now begging to be released as it pressed firm against her bladder from within. She just closed her eyes and subtly pressed her hands to her crotch, trying not to draw too much attention to herself. Suddenly a wave of desperation fell over Vrena causing her to bend as her hands pressed deeply into the crotch of her dress full force. Vrena felt quite a few drops of urine escape into her panties. Feeling the drops escape, Vrena froze for a second, a tear or two almost leaked from her eyes before she blinked them away.. She stood almost still with the exception of her tail whipping around in a panic before fighting the flood back to continue her desperate squirming and bouncing. All attempts to be subtle were momentarily cast aside in fear of losing control. “That bad huh?” Obsilda asked quietly to Vrena. “I-I can’t make it...” “Don’t say that. You’re strong, you can do it.” Obsilda tried to encourage her friend. Vrena feigned a smile and nodded, but severely doubted she could hold it until she got to a bathroom, let alone until dinner service ended. The other maids may have noticed her losing battle, but the king and his guests were too busy talking and getting a slight buzz from the wine to notice her now obvious pee dancing. In a minute or two, some chefs came out with carts, adorned with elegant but hearty meals on beautiful plates. The maids began to head to the carts and serve each meal to its respective consumer. Vrena took a plate in each hand after reluctantly removing them from her dress, setting them down in front of guests, only to take two more and repeat. Unable to use her hands to hold herself or bounce in desperation, Vrena could only desperately clench and cross her legs as she served the last few guests at her end of the table. Her final dish went to King Xzylon himself. She was about to set the plate down with one hand and was somewhat grabbing the front of her dress with the other. As the plate went onto the table, Vrena felt what she dreaded. More leaking. A spurt of pee escaped her overfull bladder and breached her defenses, causing Vrena to feel her panties and tights dampen as she froze. Backing up slightly, she winced and stopped the stream. She could only hope nobody would notice her desperately holding herself with her now free hands. She was quivering in desperation with her tail whipping around quite violently. She turned and began to hobble away with both hands buried in her dress, pressing down between her clenched thighs as her tail was now held to her front, still rapidly shivering and shaking. She almost felt another spurt escape, but she prevented the stream before it could come out at the cost of having a sudden desperation-induced cramp in her sides. Letting out a slight yelp, she got King Xzylon’s attention. Xzylon asked the guest he was talking with to cease the conversation for just a moment so he could check on his maid. “Vrena, are you okay?” The king sounded genuinely concerned as he noticed Vrena not acting like herself earlier tonight, and now heard what he assumed was a yelp in pain of some kind. Vrena was terrified and turned around to face her king. That tiny movement combined with the pain of her cramp caused another spurt to come out and further dampen her already wet panties. She could feel a tiny bit of dampness escape the confines of her tights and wet the dress slightly. And to make her embarrassment worse, Vrena felt unable to pull her hands out from between her legs for fear she would burst. In a panicked weak voice she stammered “I’m so... sorry my majesty, please, e-excuse me-” Before Vrena could finish speaking, she winced as her control slipped. Her bladder gave in, and whether she wanted to or not, she began to pee full-force into her tights and dress. The red part of Vrena’s dress began to darken as the white part began to show a spreading stain stemming from her pressed crotch. Her tights also rapidly stained as they were soaked in the fresh and warm urine, rushing down her legs only to splatter on the floor or pool in her slippers by her feet. Even her hands and sleeves grew wet from pressing her hands into her crotch. Vrena began quietly weeping as she peed. Some of the other demonkin maids caught glances of her flood. Even some of the guests saw her accident unfold but just resumed their conversations, pretending not to notice, either out of disgust towards the accident or out of respect for the demonkin king and his diligent maids. Vrena continued peeing for a short while and a small puddle formed beneath the now disgraced head maid. Eventually the flood stopped and Vrena wanted to run off. The only ones to not look away or dismiss the accident were Obsilda and King Xzylon. As Vrena tried to get away from the situation, Obsilda tried to subtly call her. “Vrena, are you okay?” “Don’t talk to me, I’m disgusting!” Vrena sobbed as she pushed Obsilda aside. Vrena was still in tears as she ran out of the room, embarrassed and disgraced by her accident. As she ran out, she could feel the wet fabric of the dress plapping onto her soaked legs with each step, alongside the squelch of her soiled slippers. Meanwhile, back in the dining hall, Xzylon rose from his seat before addressing the guests. “Excuse me for a moment, I must attend to something of the utmost importance. I should be back a bit. When I return, we may begin the discussion for which I’ve invited you all here.” The guests all nodded to or acknowledged the king as he walked to Obsilda, followed by two royal guards that had been standing by his side. He began to whisper to Obsilda.“Obsilda, while Vrena is out, you’re in charge of the maids. Please, have someone clean up the accident. Then you and the others should clean up the guest’s dishes when they’re finished eating. It would be appreciated in my temporary absence.” “W-where are you going m’lord?” Obsilda asked. “I must speak to Vrena. Do you have any idea as to where she went?” “I do not, but she might be holed up in the maid’s quarters. Please, be easy on her, it was an accident.” Obsilda whispered her pleas and looked nervous, her tail swaying in anxiety. Obsilda feared that Xzylon was going to be very, very upset with Vrena. “I will. Thank you.” Xzylon said calmly. He and his two guards walked out of the dining hall and down the hallways of the castle. He walked slowly, his tail swishing behind him, but remaining low, ashamed and upset at what happened during the feast. He continued until he reached the left turn. Making the turn he headed further down the hall and saw the servant’s bathroom door at the end. On his left was now the maid’s quarters. He knocked on the door, awaiting any response. Nothing. “May I come inside?” Xzylon asked gently. “I-I guess so... my king.” Vrena was in-fact in the room, and made her response between heavy sobs. The king gestured for his guards to remain outside of the room before he entered, closing the door behind him. Inside the room was lit with candles, and Vrena was seated on the ground not wanting to soil her bed. She was still in her wet clothes, now grown cold and clammy. She looked at the king in embarrassment and continued weeping. “I’ve ruined the night! I should be disgraced to have done something so embarrassing! I’m so-” Vrena choked up in tears “I’m so sorry! For everything.” To her surprise however, instead of instantly reprimanding the maid, the king merely sat on the ground beside her. Vrena looked up through her tears and saw Xzylon sitting with her. Without his usual regal throne or chair, Xzylon felt just a little smaller... more accessible, relatable to her. “I-I wouldn’t be surprised if you wanted to fire me, or worse after what I did! I know you’re mad at me. I just utterly embarrassed you in front of all your guests!” “Shh-shh-shhh... At ease Vrena. I’m not mad in the slightest.” The king now looked a little saddened. “W-why not?” Vrena asked between her sobs. “This was all my fault.” “It wasn’t entirely your fault.” “What do you mean?” “I knew something was wrong... I tried to ask if you wanted to be excused but I got too caught up in conversation. I’m truly sorry. I should have attended to your needs first.” “N-no, I’m just a maid-” “Don’t say that. You help us around here with so much, and without you, the other maids would have nobody to look up to. Just as I rally, inspire, and unite my kingdom, you do the same for your fellow maids. You are crucial. Don’t ever forget that.” Xzylon reassured Vrena gently with a touch of regal sternness. “Th-thank you... But what am I to do now? I can’t go back out there like this... I’m mortified. I just can’t-” “Do not worry. You won’t have to go back out. Take the night off and rest easy. Obsilda told me to be easy on you. She was worried that I would be upset with you... Now please. Clean up and get some rest. Alright? For all the work you put in for us, you need some time to care for yourself.” “Yes my majesty.” Vrena wiped away the last of her tears from her face as her expression softened slightly into a tiny, sheepish smile. King Xzylon left the room and returned to the dining hall with his guards. Upon his reentry, he first whispered to Obsilda. “I spoke with Vrena, I’ve allowed her to take the night off, so she may rest and feel better.” “Thank you m’lord.” Obsilda then sighed with relief, knowing her friend would be alright. The king returned to his seat in a much better mood and announced that the night’s business and discussion was now set to begin. He continued as if nothing out of the ordinary happened before, not thinking about if the others were upset with his maid for her accident. King Xzylon silently vowed to himself that he would stand up for his most loyal maid should anyone make mention of what happened in a negative or belittling light. Meanwhile, back in the maid’s quarters, Vrena began to change out of her clothes, happy to feel the weight of her soaked dress lifted off of her. She took off her soiled slippers, and then peeled off her soaked white tights and panties before making her way to the maid’s bathing area within the quarters. She could finally fully relax in the tub, full of warm, clean water. For someone like the king to show so much compassion and care for her, it made Vrena feel wanted and appreciated by those around her, those positive feelings helped to pry away any lingering embarrassment from her unfortunate accident. AN: I want to improve my craft and write better in the future, not just from an omo standpoint but in general fiction writing, so feedback and critique is appreciated.

Julia was driving home from work, stuck in the evening traffic. She had been wearing her new white jeans all day, feeling stylish and confident, but now she regretted her choice of clothing. She had been holding her pee since lunchtime, trying to avoid using the office restroom, which was always crowded and dirty. But now, as she sat in her car, inching along the highway, the urge to pee was becoming unbearable. Julia shifted in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. She crossed her legs tightly, hoping to hold off the urge, but it was no use. The pressure in her bladder was growing stronger by the minute. As she drove, Julia scanned the sides of the road, looking for a gas station or rest stop, but there was nothing in sight. Her discomfort grew with every passing minute, and she started to feel a growing sense of panic. Julia tried to distract herself, turning up the radio and singing along to her favorite songs. But every bump in the road made her wince, and every red light felt like an eternity. She was sweating now, her palms clammy on the steering wheel. Her breaths came in short gasps as she fought to control the urge to pee. But it was no use. Suddenly, she felt a small spurt of urine escape, wetting her underwear and jeans. Julia gasped in shock and horror, feeling the warm wetness spread across her skin. She was mortified. She had never been in this situation before, and she didn't know what to do. Her desperation had reached a new level, and she knew she couldn't hold on any longer. As she approached her apartment complex, Julia made a desperate decision. She pulled over to the side of the road, opened her car door, and stepped out, ignoring the honking horns of the other drivers. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and squatted down, feeling the last of her urine trickle out. She was grateful for the cover of darkness, but she still felt embarrassed and exposed. Julia finally made it home, feeling shaken and humiliated. She knew she would never wear those white jeans again, and she vowed to never hold her pee for so long again. She had learned a painful lesson, but one she would never forget.

View File Car wash 🤗 I don't recall seeing this video on here...however if I'm wrong please send me a link and I'll request this vid to be removed Upvote if yall like when white pants becomes transparent when wet, or being wetted lol Submitter IvyWilliams89 Submitted 09/22/2023 Category Female  

View File Peeing in white pants White leggings, need I to say more? Upvote if yall enjoyed this vid lol Submitter IvyWilliams89 Submitted 09/21/2023 Category Female