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  1. Hey everyone! I’m back with another story, but I actually don’t want this one to but a one parter like the last one. If it ends up just being a short story I’m fine with that, however I want to give a bit of a backstory to the main character and her reason for her habit. I don’t know how far this story will go, but we’ll have to see. Part 1: The Camp Setup I had met Kelly as a Sophomore in high school, and somehow our relationship has stood the test of time. We were now in year 5 of dating and wanted to commemorate it somehow. I decided to talk to Kelly’s mom about it and she gave me a good recommendation: a week long hiking trip. Being in the start of the winter didn’t make it sound too appealing but I was used to harsh elements here in Minnesota anyways so it wouldn’t be too bad. As I plotted our destination one place really stood out: the smokey mountains of Tennessee. There we’d be less likely to get pounded by snow even with the higher elevation. I made my plans. Once I had surprised Kelly with the plans we set our date for arrival. After an extended plane ride and a long night at the hotel our first day on the trail finally started. As we made our way into the car Kelly giggled to herself, “really, only one water bottle? You’re going to die of dehydration Kevin!” I looked over at her and couldn’t help but chuckle. She was holding two differently sized water jugs in her right hand, both however being around a gallon full. This was the one thing that always surprised me about Kelly: despite her petite frame she always emphasized hydration and the need for water. Her liquid consumption had to surpass mine tenfold, yet for all our time together, she’s never had an accident with me around. It’s quite stunning and cruel; she’s had many points where she’s come close, but her bladder has held up, at least when I’m around, but hey, maybe this could be the week where things change. We decided to start early on our first day so the sun wasn’t quite out. The air was cold and crisp and you could see your breath in front of you but it wasn’t freezing out. Just enough to provide somewhat a bit of comfort. I had always loved the cold and Kelly was the same: the cold was something we were used to in Minnesota and we had both grown up to love. The snow, in particular, was our favorite, so we hoped we’d see some today. As we strolled down the path I kept looking over at Kelly. Her body kept swaying back and forth and her face showed a little bit of concern but she kept moving. She was probably just a little bit cold. However, I knew she hadn’t gone to the bathroom since we left and had almost finished one of her jugs of water she brought along. I could imagine she knew there weren’t bathrooms on the trail, and supposed that she probably knew as well that she would have to expose herself in public. Kelly herself was never shy about exposing her need to pee, however this time if she did need to pee she was looking like she was concealing it: did she not want to pee on the trail? Then, I got my answer: “hey Kevin, I have a confession to make, could we go over towards a bush real quick?” I smiled at her, “of course.” She led me over towards somewhere a bit off the path. She seemed to really be struggling now, with her dancing in place constantly. She looked at me: “now, please don’t be grossed out by this, but” she paused and started to squat down. What was she doing? All of a sudden I saw it. A dark patch started forming on the crotch of her leggings and was rapidly expanding. It went from the size of a quarter to about the size of a fist as pee continued to pour out of Kelly’s body and into her pants. A loud hissing sound only accompanied by the heart melting sounds of Kelly signing in pleasure could be heard. My whole body was shell shocked, unable to react to what I was seeing. My beautiful girlfriend was squatting down and wetting herself inches in front of me. As her stream slowed my heart continued to pound in my chest. Adrenaline was still kicking in. I looked down at my girlfriend, who looked back at me and smiled sheepishly: “I guess I have a bit of explaining to do, don’t I?” Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this part and I hope to continue it soon enough.
  2. During the Casagrandes' family camping trip, Carlos is recording everything during the trip to make it another family memory and goes deep into the woods to catch Maria peeing behind the bushes. He gets a great shot while Maria stares back at him in annoyance since she hates being disturbed while peeing.
  3. 20200819_112216_1_1_1.mp4 20200819_112216_1_1_1.mp4 This is my first time posting here. I have always been fascinated with peeing and wetting but have just recently found omo and this site. Today was my second time wetting myself and it was great so I thought I'd share. My day started out pretty normal other than being a little aroused. I decided to go for a hike in the forest. I found a random place away from any trails and started hiking. Due to this there where no other people around. As I'm walking along, I begin to feel a slight sensation in my bladder. I had a coffee and a couple bottles of water before i started hiking. I liked the feeling of this sensation so it got me thinking that being alone and out in the woods may be the perfect time to experiment with wetting myself. The thought of this kind of excited me so I drank the rest of the water i had. Continuing to hike, I begin thinking about wettings I had seen on this site and elsewhere which started making me pretty horny. As my arousal grew, so did the sensation to pee. I was enjoying nature and my alone time just letting my mind wonder. Pretty soon, the water I had earlier hit and now I definitely felt the urge to pee. I liked this feeling a lot. It made my penis get a little hard and rub against my pant just right which of course intensified everything even more. Soon stepped hard down into a dry creek bed which made a very small amout of pee come out into my underwear. I liked the surprise and the feeling so a bit later, i let another small leak go. I now felt a very small wet warm spot on my tip in my underwear. My feelings both physical and mental were in a very nice enjoyable state at this time, I was very much at peace with myself. Hiking further into the woods a thought came across my mind that it may be fun to video myself wetting. This thought made the whole thing a bit more exciting. At this time I was now working pretty hard to hold it in so I figured I better start looking for a place to do it. After a while of searching, I found a rock on a steap incline that would work good to prop my phone on to take a video. I bent down to put my phone on the rock which made me almost loose control. I took my shoes and pant off and turned my phones video camera on. I bent over once more to hit record and a little pee was forced out unintentionally. I stood back up and stared to slowly release. A lot of the pee went right out of my underwear but right away I felt the warm liquid flow all the way around my penis and then down and around my balls. That feeling was incredible! I let go and enjoyed it so much I think i may have been close to an orgasm. The pee then flowed between my legs along my pelvic floor. This sesation was euphoric! My heart rate was elevated as it started down my legs cooling off and lightly tickling on the way down. My stream slowed to a trickle then stopped. My eurethra then pulsated and contracted several times quickly without me doing it which was an awesome sensation in itself. I stopped the video and took some after photos before removing my underwear. This probably sounds weird, but I had the urge to smell my underwear. Much to my surprise, they didn't really smell like pee at all. It was actually a pretty sweet, mild, pleasant scent. For some reason I enjoyed it. I'm now so incredibly horny I think i might put my pants and shoes on going commando and find a spot to play for a while. This was a new experience that made me enjoy myself much more than i have in a long time. I will definitely be doing something like this again.
  4. If your planning on peeing in the river, you better check to see if their any fishes swimming in there. Thanks to Oooqqq for the art
  5. Almost gave the poor girl a heart attack. Thanks to Mikagami Sou for the art
  6. Here's the alternative art of the original. Thanks to Fid for the art
  7. At least she's alone so nobody can see her, right? Thanks to Camonome for the art

    © Danbooru.donmai.us

  8. Hello everyone ! I'm desperately looking for a video I can't find anymore on the site. I don't remember the title nor the actress but I remember the plot perfectly. The camera follows a girl in the woods. She's desperate and has to stop often to hold herself. She wears a dark legging and wears a flat pad (I think !). In my memory she says something like "I know daddy, I shouldn't have gone out without a diaper". At the end, she undresses and pees voluntarily on the floor. In my memories, the girl has long blond hair. I thought I found this video on this site but after long researches I still can't find it... Could you help me ? Thank you so much in advance !
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    Blond girl in mini skirt peeing her white panties on a stump in the woods
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  10. The trainer knows his Vulpix is extremely embarrassed about this, but there's no Pokemon Center in the woods so they settled for this. Thanks to Dumpyvulpix for the art

    © Furaffinity.net

  11. First and only wetting past childhood where I could not immediately rinse myself off (in the ocean, the shower, etc.). To make it clear from the get-go, I don't like holding or being desperate myself, though seeing it in others turns me on greatly. That said, however, I look back on this with interest, and hope that you guys might enjoy it! Another thing to make clear: my use of the word "desperate" in this story refers to the state I'm in when I would, if possible, run to the restroom, and I rarely, even now, get past that point if I can help it. So, this happened about 5-6 years ago, so about 3-4 years before I discovered my omo fetish. I was on a mission trip with my church youth group. So far, things had been going well - I have a fairly weak/small bladder, so I was making sure to take notice of it and pee whenever possible without looking too weird (I was quite a bit more self-conscious about it at the time). That day, we were cleaning up a state park: weeding, trimming trees, cleaning litter, all that. The first half of the day was great, I stayed hydrated and didn't really need to pee until lunch started. I used the park restroom and ate lunch, then used the restroom again before we moved on to the next area, which was a good 5-10 minute drive away. Now, sometimes, after a meal, I'll pee and then very soon after have to pee again something awful. No matter what I've tried, I haven't been able to figure out what causes it or how to prevent it. It doesn't happen often enough to be a problem, but that day, I was hoping that it wouldn't, especially since the next area wouldn't have any restrooms. Of course, that was one of those days. And though I tried to weed and trim trees and distract myself from my filling bladder, my legs kept shifting, my thighs rubbed together, and I just couldn't deal with it any longer. I'm no stranger to peeing outdoors from camping trips and such, so I asked the female leader if I could pee in the bushes a few yards away. She agreed, but came with me just in case. So I peed - and it was a decent amount, for a non-holder - and when I was done, I didn't bother finding anything to wipe with, just pulled up my shorts and panties and went back to work. Now, this is where it gets interesting: I usually don't have to pee after the second one. But there I was, not ten minutes later, just as desperate as I was before, perhaps even more, because I knew I couldn't ask her again in case she thought I was shirking my work (and also because I was embarrassed at having to go again so soon, but, y'know). But I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it that long and still do a decent job. So I was faced with a decision: try to hold until I lost it, or try to pee bit by bit until I was empty. The good thing about that day was what I was wearing. I had on a pair of my older brother's old gym shorts, sweat-proof and falling just past my knees. I also had on an old pair of slightly-too-small cotton panties, worn with the intent of throwing away afterward so I wouldn't have to worry about laundry. Another good thing was the location, and I was able to believably go a bit deeper into the bushes and work on another tree. I had great coverage. And while I was working, as if nothing else were happening, I let out a small stream of piss. I was standing wrong and got it down my right leg and into my sock, and I immediately stopped at the contact and looked down, afraid. Fortunately, it just looked like sweat on my sock, since my piss was mostly clear. I sighed in relief and adjusted my stance, letting it fall mostly between my legs without hitting them. I did it in various streams to keep the too-loud splashing to a minimum, but when I finally finished, I felt completely relaxed, if a bit uncomfortable with what I'd just done. I wiped the pee from my leg and ankles and wiped my hands on my old T-shirt, then declared the work on the tree finished and joined the rest of the group. As far as I know, no one noticed, though a guy did come over one time to ask me something mid-stream (that was the most terrifying thing I'd experienced at that point in my life), and later on I was able to rinse myself off with water by spraying a water bottle over me like most of the others were doing to cool down. After writing this out, I'm tempted to do this sort of thing again, but alone, and in the woods behind my house...and with as full a bladder as I feel comfortable with. If I do, I'll be sure to wear something a bit nicer and write about it ;)
  12. File Name: Blond girl peeing her panties in the woods File Submitter: pee4me File Submitted: 27 Apr 2013 File Category: General / Western Videos Clothing: Panties/Undies Blond girl in mini skirt peeing her white panties on a stump in the woods Click here to download this file
  13. I remember an event that occurred roughly a year ago with my girlfriend. It was a cool day, so we decided to take a stroll in the woods. They were maybe half a mile from my house and several miles in length, so I knew we would be gone for awhile. It was technically considered trespassing, but that didn't deter us; in fact, we preferred it. Part of the appeal of the woods was the privacy. If we had to worry about other people bothering us, we would have avoided them all together. The law was never a problem; we considered it a blessing in disguise. When we got to the entrance, we climbed over the small hill that hid the main path. It was a wide, dirt path surrounded by trees. It had been a long time since it had seen use by anyone other than us (and maybe the occasional homeless person). People used to drive ATVs and dirt bikes through it, but for some reason it fell out of style. We made small talk as we trekked. The dirt beneath us felt and looked like sand, with its soft, shifty nature, and its almost white appearance. Occasionally, we would hear something in the bushes and we would grow deathly silent. She would always stiffen up in fear, but I always waited with curiosity. Whenever I was with her, my eyes would often drift. It was hard not admiring her body. Despite being a mostly fit white girl, she had very large breasts. She would often wear shirts and bras that accentuated them nicely, leaving her with a... rather generous amount of cleavage. I don't believe it was a deliberate attempt at being sexy, but it was that very innocence that made it as appealing as it was. It was maybe thirty minutes into the walk when she made a comment which caught my attention - or rather, demanded it. "I should have peed before we left." She didn't look at me when she said it. It was insignificant. "What's wrong? You gotta go?" "Yeah, a little bit, but I can hold it." We kept walking. I started to think about her need. I imagined her desperate and dancing. I thought of urine running down her legs; of her jeans getting soaked. I wondered if anything would come of it. There was no way of knowing if she had just said it or if she had truly meant it. Sometimes she would see something cute or nice, and with a quiet "Awwwww" or a quick gasp, she would rush up to it. Out of compulsion I would look at her behind. Once again, she had a very nice bottom for a white girl. It was big and worked well with her slightly wide thighs. I was never too picky, but something of her form was extremely appetizing. When she turned around to walk back, I would steal a glance at her legs. The small area right below the button of her jeans, where the legs met; it was impossible not to look for at least a moment. I loved to picture her undoing that button and sliding her jeans to the ground, showing me the color of her panties, and then revealing her entire being. Another ten minutes went by before the topic was breached again. "Ohhhh, I gotta pee." As she complained, she bounced lightly up and down, her legs closed tight. At this point I knew that she was serious. She could still make it; actually, she would most likely make it. Still, it fueled my imagination - as well as my hopes. Needless to say, I was infatuated with her, but not just physically. There were plenty of women whom I found attractive, but she was one of the few I could truly connect with. We could have long, deep conversations. It didn't matter if we agree or disagreed; all that mattered was that we could comfortably talk. Another 15 minutes went by. "Oh man..." Her hand stroked her leg for a moment. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "... It's only been 45 minutes. I can't believe you have to go this bad already." "It's been longer than that... I told you I didn't use the toilet before we left." She gave me a fake, teasing frown. "You don't want to turn back, do you?" "... No, no, I'll be fine!" She also had beautiful hair. It was smooth and silky, golden blond, and went past her shoulders in length. I loved to run my fingers through it as she relaxed; or just to stare at it - wet and matted down - when she left the shower. Ten minutes passed before she spoke again. I suppose she had initially stayed silent out of the shame, but the urge had grown to be too much to bear alone. "Crap... I've gotta gooooo!" Her hand started to gravitate to the small area below the button of her jeans that I found so attractive. She had started to hold herself. She couldn't possibly last much longer. My imagination grew more fervent and restless. "You look like you're in a bit of a situation," I teased. "Yes! I have to pee!" She stopped and bounced up and down like she had before, but it meant so much more with both hands buried in her crotch. She was only a few inches shorter than me. She wasn't as petite as most girls, but she wasn't tall either. In my eyes, it was a perfect mix. Another 10 minutes went by until when we reached the end of the woods; or rather, the end of the circuit. They looped around, and all we had to do to head back was keep following the path. "I dunno if I'm gonna make it." "Oh, come on, it can't be that bad," I teased. "It is!" She whined. "I don't think I can make it home." Her words left me aroused. Finally, it was almost guaranteed that she would have an accident. That was unless she did one thing... "I think I might have to pee out here." "Wow, really? You never pee outside." "Yeah, and I usually don't have to go this bad." "I dunno, I've seen you pretty bad-off before." "That was differeeeeent!" She bounced. "I feel like I'm gonna explode!" "Well, look, we're already half-way through. You held it this far, I'm sure you can make it back." "But I can't! I've really, REALLY gotta go." She was teasing me. "Hmm... how about this: you hold it until we get home and I'll take you out?" "... So you want me to risk wetting myself so we can go on a date?" "Well, when you put it like that..." I laughed. "And if I don't make it?" Her tone was strained, but I could tell by the words she was playing along. "I'll still take you out. The only condition is that you TRY." "Ohhhhhhhhh," She leaned over and grabbed herself. "Alright, fine." She was the best. Her desperation started off quiet. She didn't talk much and she had started to walk slowly. Every once in awhile she would mutter something about needing to go or about how she was about to wet herself, but that was the extent of it. Soon enough, though, she grew more livid. I no longer had to slow down for her, and at times, she would be so far ahead she'd have to stop and wait. "Hurry up!" She bounced. "I'm coming. Christ, you've gotta slow down." "I can't or I'm not gonna make it!" With each step her hips swayed widely and quickly. I enjoyed watching her butt go back and forth, her legs mashed together, trying to contain the torrent of pee that begged for release. Suddenly, she stopped. Her hands gripped tight on her crotch and she was slightly bent over, as if the urge had become unbearable. "What's wrong?" I looked at her, concerned. "... I think I went a little." "Oh, you did? Do you... mind if I see?" "I don't think it was enough to get through my panties, and... If I spread my legs... I'll go." Her cheeks were glowing red. "... Can you still walk?" "I think." She waddled a few steps forward before going into a slow, conserved walk. Only a minute went by before she stopped again. She gasped and stood, legs together, hands mashed in-between. She was in front of me, her amazing butt held tight in her pale jeans, pointed at me. "Crap, I leaked again..." Before I could respond, I was interrupted by another gasp and a quick, loud hiss. "Shit." I saw a small line of saturation extend from her crotch, half way down her leg. There was a moment of silence where we both stood still, not sure of what to do. Soon, the hissing started again, except this time, it didn't stop. She stood there, her legs together, pee pouring out of her, completely unable to stop it. "O-oh... fuck..." Her voice started incredibly strained, but resolved in relief. The back of her jeans was flood by a sudden downpour of liquid. They glimmered in the sunlight as urine steadily crawled higher and higher in her panties, leaving her butt soaked as well. As the puddle on the ground got larger, the hissing got quieter. An image of her panties ran through my mind. I imagined they were her black, lacy ones - bikini-style and no doubt soaked - but they may have been her red ones, stripped ones, or even her printed ones. It didn't matter. I could see them all in my head, tight and dripping, clinging to her glistening body. Moments before the stream came to an end, she spread her legs. I watched as the liquid continued to run through the jeans. All in all, it was a quick experience, but to me, it felt like a thousand lifetimes. When she stopped, she turned around and sighed heavily. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and her hands were shaking lightly. "Oh my God..." She said it almost dreamily. "That felt so fucking good..."
  14. The Beast Along a rural dirt road, in the Appalachian Mountains of Pennsylvania walked a young boy of 9 named James. He was walking this 10 mile stretch of trail on an errand given to him by his mother. It should have gone fast, but his friend, whom he had not seen in a year, ran up to him at his destination in town. His friend had been traveling, and just wouldn't shut up about all the places he'd been. Before James knew it, the sun was setting. He ran off, leaving his friend confused, and did what he came to do in the first place. He then hurried back to the trail headed for home, hoping not to be too late. He looked to the west, and saw the sky on fire with the reds, and oranges of the setting sun. It was Autumn, and he knew it would be dark sooner than he thought. As he thought this, he realized something else, he needed to pee pretty badly. He was in such a rush in town that he didn't even notice he had to go at all. He thought of just going off the side of the trail, and then thought against it. He'd be home soon, he told himself. He could just hold it until then. He looked to the west again, and watched as the last light dipped below the horizon. The colors of sunset turned to darkness. He noticed the trail was a lot stranger at night. He liked a challenge though, and eagerly walked on. He then took in a big breath, and let it out in a sigh. He smelled the tree pollen, and dried grasses in the air. He also smelled something else under that. A rotted smell. Like a dead animal mixed with old moss, and mold. James felt nauseous, bent over, and gagged once. At the same time his bladder gave a painful spasm, reminding him of what it wanted, as if he could forget. It hurt a lot now, but he simply squeezed his legs together and tried to go on. "If this keeps up," he thought, "I'm going to have a decision to make." A little while later, about 15 minutes it felt to him, something strange happened. He saw a glowing woman appear out of nowhere in the woods near the trail. The shock of it made his bladder squeeze dangerously. Luckily James noticed and fought back the urge. She was wearing a white dress, and her face had a beckoning look to it. For a moment he seriously considered going to her, but then caught himself before he could do anything he would regret. Instead he pinched his arm hard, and when he looked back up she was gone. "I'm just really tired, and I hallucinated her." he told himself. But just behind that thought his mind said, "Or maybe these woods are haunted." He laughed out loud at this, but, unconsciously he started walking faster. The next thing to happen was a sound. It rose loud out of the woods and echoed all over. It froze him in his tracks, and made his heart race. His now aching bladder gave another squeeze, and a bolt of pain through his gut. James had to clamp a hand on his crotch to avoid leaking. Then he immediately relaxed, and let out a sigh of relief. It was only a loon. He forgot that they live in these woods. He'd heard them all the time, but out here in the darkness, they sounded more menacing than before. James casually told it to shut up. It took no notice of him, and kept calling out. His bladder had reached the point of distress. It was in the most pain he'd ever felt it before. Every step on the path sent waves of pain across his crotch, and up his belly. He wanted badly to just go off the trail like he thought of doing in the first place. But he was far too stubborn for that. He only tightened his legs more, and kept telling himself he'd be home any minute now. He couldn't even shut his eyes to focus more on stopping the urges. He knew that there were places where the path just dropped off 20 feet or more. He had to keep his eyes open for pitfalls. Just then, he saw a large hulking shadow move to his right in the woods, along with a low gravely, grunt. Pure, primitive terror instantly swept over him. His mouth went dry, his heartbeat sped up, and a chill ran down his spine. He then noticed warmth on his crotch, and knew what was happening. He tightened his muscles, and stopped the flow, but not before a large wet spot had appeared on the blue briefs he was wearing that day. His face went red with the combined embarrassment, and fear he felt. He could still feel it dripping down the insides of his legs, but nothing had soaked through yet, and he was glad of that much anyway. His mind then came back to the situation he was in right now. The only word he could think of was "monster". But he considered himself officially an older kid, and older kids don't believe in monsters. However, he had seen enough late night movies on TV to know it might be something else. He thought of some lunatic out there, with a knife, waiting for his next victim to pass by. That shadow didn't look human though. He wondered what it could be, nothing like that lived out in those woods. He decided to ignore it, seeing his swollen bladder of more concern at the moment. He forced his shaking legs to inch forward, and continued along the trail. Not long later, he noticed something else. It was a clicking sound. Like an impatient person drumming on a stone. But the nails sounded a lot bigger than any humans'. Along with that was a wheezing sound, like a grown man tired after a long run. As he was imagining this, the clicking stopped, and a large, dark, shadow came flying out of the woods at him. James noticed just in time, and ducked down, avoiding it by inches. The object passed over him, and thumped loudly against a nearby tree, falling to the earth. James could only stand in place paralyzed by fear. He then noticed he'd lost control of his bladder again. A hot stream was spraying full force into his pants, soaking through his underwear, and jeans. He flung a hand to his crotch and clamped down painfully hard. He again managed to stop it, but his hand came away wet. He looked down and saw a large wet spot had bloomed over the whole front of his pants. His wet briefs stuck to him uncomfortably now, but he really didn't care by this point. He went over to the object that had just missed him, and saw it was a big stone, about the size of his own head. He realized the thing had tried to kill him just now, and nearly succeeded too. James could then only stand motionless by his fear, and confusion at what to do next. His wet pants quickly turned cold in the night air, making him shiver badly. He thought it would be a funny story to tell if he got a cold like this. Wetting himself, while being chased by a monster. The creature was watching him only stand there, since James was taking so ling to make a move, the creature decided to make one first. James heard an echoing human-like howl as a large shadow charged at him from the woods. At the last second he snapped out of his paralysis, and spun sideways. He felt the wind as claws swiped the air where he had just been a second ago. He spun wildly, and slammed against a nearby tree huffing, and puffing. His eyes darted around wildly in search of his attacker. He looked at where he was, and saw a dark trail leading from there, to where he was now. "That;s my blood, that thing got me ans I'm bleeding from somewhere." he thought. Then he followed the trail to the legs of his pants. The he finally felt it, warm rivers soaking through his briefs, and gushing down his legs. Filling his shoes with warm liquid, and pooling under his feet. His face reddened again at his discovery for the true reason for the trail. The relief was wonderful, and heavenly. But he realized that more important things were going on right now. He once again fought for control, actually needing to get down on his knees, and clamp with both hand to stop it this time. When he finally won back control there were tears standing in his eyes form the effort. He felt that his bladder was still half full, surely enough to hold it back now. His mind snapped back to the situation he was in. His fight or flight response kicked on inside his brain. He chose flight. He ran off the trail, and dove into a ditch obscured by bushes. He laid down, and tried to keep as quiet as possible. He though he'd for surely evaded the monster, until he heard the wheezing sound again, getting closer, and closer. It sounded like it was smelling for him. He thought he would vomit from all the stress, and fear of tonight. He fought his food back down, and waited quietly. He miraculously heard the sound pass him. James crept out, and dashed the other way toward a field of tall grass. It was nearly to his neck as he stood, so he would only have to kneel down to hide here. He did, and then waited for any sign of the monster. After a long time it did. He heard the wheezing sniffing sound approaching again. "How does it keep finding me?" he thought quickly. Then he knew, looking down at his still dripping pants. "I've been dripping all over the place and leaving a scent trail." He thought. He shut his eyes as it got closer, with the anticipation of his own mutilation. Then again the sound passed him. He only had a few seconds to wonder why before a sound gave him the answer. He heard a small animal, a rabbit maybe, squealing in pain, and then stopping as he heard it's bones being crushed. He then heard it tearing the animal to pieces. "That's going to be me." he thought. "It's going to do that to me any minute." The absolute terror of this thought caused another spurt to escape his bladder re-dampening his briefs. James decided to sneak away before it finished. He slowly, and carefully crept to the edge of the field near the trail, and then broke out into a blind sprint. He ran for what seemed like eternity to him, until his lungs burned, and his legs ached. The night air whipped at his sweat clumped hair, and past his wet pants, chilling him to the bone. After a few grueling minutes like this he came to an abandoned barn. He'd passed it dozens of times on these errands, and he barely even noticed it at all. Now though, it looked like the greatest thing he'd ever seen in his life. He staggered on tired legs to the old door. He pushed the rusty hinged thing open and stepped inside. He winced at the smell of mold, and bat guano that greeted him. He found a stable that looked acceptably clean, and sat down. "I can stat here as long as I can, then I'll just sneak away later when the sun rises." he told himself. He leaned against the nearby wall, and drifted off almost immediately. It was a sound that woke him up. A scratching sound on the wood outside the barn. He felt his still full bladder squeeze in fright. He tightened his muscles and stopped the urge dead in it's tracks. It was the monster again, he knew it. It was scratching the outside, exploring, trying to find a way in. James thought that it couldn't be the monster. He almost believed it too, until he heard the same grunting he heard earlier. It only kept circling and scratching over and over. When it scratched behind the wall where James was he'd tremble in fear, with his eyes shut tight. He thought it must have bad eyesight if it couldn't see the door. Then he remembered. He didn't even lock the door after he got in. He called himself stupid in his head and kept saying that if he only locked the door, that thing would never find a way in, and eventually just give up and leave. But he was too frightened to get up and lock it now. He only sat there and listened to it circle. The combined stress, and fear got so bad that he thought he would vomit again. His bladder wasn't any help either. As the scratching continued, he had to constantly hold back the urges, and spasms it gave him.Once his control slipped a bit and he felt a warm trickle flow into his underwear. He now felt that he was fighting the inevitable. A losing battle. But he kept on trying for now. He kept thinking That he'd just hold it a bit longer, then go outside and let it rip. The image of the relief he saw in his mind made him happier, and uplifted him a bit. He then imagined a castle wall between his bladder, and the outside world, and that helped even more. He felt stronger because of it, and he used this new strength to prolong the war he was fighting with his bladder. The next sound stopped all his thoughts dead. The scratching had finally reached the door. It stopped as if the monster was pondering on what it had just found, then it started to ram the ancient door hard. "It wouldn't have made any difference if I locked the door," he thought, "It nearly fell apart when I touched it, it would never hold up to that." But it did hold a lot longer than he thought it would. It took a good 4 or 5 strikes to buckle it. Then the door burst open loudly. It had shattered to splinters, and they clattered all over the cement floor. The half still attached to the hinges slapped against the back wall with a bang. Hearing this James quickly covered himself with the hay in the stable, and got into the corner in an attempt to hide. He heard a clicking sound as it strolled on the floor. He then heard it moving hay around in a nearby stable. It then moved on to the next, and the next. "It's searching for me," he thought, "It'll find me for sure, I'll never see the sun rise tomorrow." This thought sent his heart once again racing, and his bladder throbbing in sync with it. He could still fight the urges back though, though he realized, not for much longer. He really hoped it would give up and leave. But it only continued it's search. James had counted 20 stables when he came in, and now he counted each one down, each one scaring him more than the last, each sending his bladder to new heights of agony. Eventually he resorted to clamping his crotch hard through his wet clothes with both his hands to try and stop what he knew was going to happen soon. He just kept chanting over and over in his head to wait a little longer. Finally it came to his stable, ant stopped at the entrance. James shut his eyes tight and didn't open then. It stood there seeming to know what was under that hay pile. Maybe it could still smell the scent of the new friend it had made that night. It started moving then. It took one step, then another, then another, slowly approaching where James hid. Each step it took sent waves of pain up his crotch, as it spread all over his body. It now felt like there was a 10lb. weight in his gut. It stopped a foot from him and waited. "I'm going to lose it," he thought, "I'm going to lose control, and when it smells it, that will be it's signal to attack me." He waited for it to strike. A full minute went by with nothing happening, then suddenly a claw came up and slashed the air in front of James, missing the tip of his nose by centimeters, instantly uncovering him, and sending hay all over the stable. A fresh scratch, opened by the claw began to bleed. James kept his eyes shut, and whimpered helplessly. not wanting to see this monster. It still only stood there looking at him. He wondered why it didn't attack. He could only sit there, cross-legged, and still clamping his crotch with both hands. He could smell it's breath. Cold, and rotten. He realized it was the same thing he smelled back in what seemed a thousand years ago at the beginning of all this. He turned his head away to avoid the stench as best he could. "It likes what it's doing to me," he thought, "It wanted a challenge in it's meal, it wanted me to run around tenderizing myself before the main course." Then he got the insane idea that he should look at it. He thought "maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe it's just a cat, and I imagined the rest." He almost believed it, but his rational mind wouldn't listen, reminded him of the rock, and the sounds it made. This was no cat. However, the truth was, he really did want to see it, he was curious. This part proved more powerful than he thought and eventually won. It soon kept chanting "LOOK,LOOK,LOOK," in his head like some demented schoolyard dare. All his confusion, and stress pushed his bladder to the breaking point. Even though he was clamping with both hands as hard as he could, it constantly kept dripping moisture uncontrollably, and helplessly into his underwear. Drop by drop he was losing his war. Tears began to stream down his face. One hit his scratch and made it sting badly. Finally he decided he would look, for better or worse he would, and just get it over with. He slowly forced his eyes open. It was a grueling process. It seemed that his rational mind still had a lot of power over him. He managed to pry them into slits, and started turning to face his predator. He laid his eyes on the thing before him, and was instantly gripped in a total, and bottomless terror he'd never known before. His eyes snapped open, and he stared helplessly, he couldn't look away now even if he wanted to, and he did want to very badly. His bladder gave one last huge contraction, and then his castle fell to rubble. He felt liquid flooding his pants. It came with an uncontrollable force that he could hear. It hissed as it sprayed, instantly drenching his partially dry briefs, and jeans. He then felt it as it cascaded like a waterfall between his legs, and soaked the area under him. Lastly it collected in a large pool under him and spread warmth all around him. He noticed his still clamping hands become warm and wet as the flood passed them by. James didn't try and stop it this time. He just didn't care anymore. One part was the enormous relief he felt as it happened. Mostly it was the assurance he had that he'd be dead soon. He felt like he was staring death itself in the face, his own death to be exact. The monster sniffed at the air in it's wheezing breath, smelling the fresh, familiar scent wafting up from his soaked pants. James then came out of his shock enough to look the horrible thing over completely. It was covered in a thick, black fur. The back paws were very similar to a black bears feet, but the front "paws" were human-like, with long fingers covered in that black fur that covered the rest of it's body. Each "finger" was topped with an equally long claw. The looked agile, and deadly. It had them folded back though so it walked like a gorilla. The body itself was also like a black bear's It shifted a bit, and the fur looked like it was hanging off the muscle, like it was rotten between the layers. He then moved up seeing the fur and flesh tatter around the neck, beyond that point was only bone. There were only 2 visible vertebrae. On top of which was it's horrid skull. It looked creepily close to a humans'. The mouth was very large, and filled with sharp looking triangular teeth. Some had red stains on them, probably from a recent meal it had on the way to the barn. He could feel it's cold, rotted breath venting out from between the teeth. Boiling up from whatever decomposing thing was it's lungs. The nose was a bare hole. He could hear it as it breathed through it creating the wheezing sound he heard it making all night. A closer look in one of the nostril holes showed a tiny worm squirming in it. He felt sick and moved on. The worst was the eyes. They were great, abysmal, pits full of darkness. However, way in the back of those pits were emerald green pinpoints of light, they flickered like flames burning deep in what impossible thing was the creature's brain. He saw they shifted slightly, studying James in return. Suddenly he felt dizzy. A black curtain fell over his vision, and he fell to the floor, passed out cold. He awoke again about an hour later with a headache. He first thought it had all been a dream, then he felt the cold puddle surrounding him. He groaned in disgust, and got up. His legs were asleep though, and only dumped him backwards. He landed hard back in the puddle. It splattered liquid everywhere, and sent a shot of pain up his back. He also didn't like the way his pants squished when he landed. He could only sit there, helplessly soaking up his own puddle until feeling returned to his legs. When it finally did he slowly rose and straightened out. He felt the urine trickling down his legs as he started walking again. As he finally exited the barn he looked around warily, looking for any more creatures. Seeing none, he continued at last toward home. On his way he tried to think of the last time he'd wet himself so much, no comparison came to him though. He felt the way his soggy, cold briefs stuck to him, and thought he would get a rash if he didn't deal with it soon.He was cold, and tired, and he thought it would be a miracle if he didn't get sick from this. At the end of this thought he noticed it getting brighter. He looked to the east and saw the sun rising. Despite what he thought, he had survived somehow to see it again. A while later he saw something else he never thought he'd see again, his house. When he approached a shadow swept out the front door. He thought with panic that the monster had waited for him here. Then the shadow embraced him. It was his mother. She was relieved, not angry with him like he'd thought she'd be. He asked her why she was so worried. She said there were reports of mutilations in the woods last night. They said it was some kind of animal, there wasn't much left of the victims to identify them. The sudden confirmation of all he saw that night make his mostly empty bladder spasm anyway, He thought wildly that at least one part of him is warm now. She then asked her own, inevitable question about why he was all wet. He gave a lame excuse of how he fell into a ditch with a puddle at the bottom,(not a total lie). She accepted it anyway. If she'd been more calm at that moment she would notice the smell of urine on him. So that was how a young boy survived being chased by an impossible creature one night in the woods. The mutilation reports eventually stopped, and people forgot about it. For James it wasn't so easy. For 2 years after he would have regular nightmares of seeing the monster's face, then it would open wide, and James would fall into it. He always woke up from these dreams soaked, and cold. His mother was concerned about her son's recent bed-wetting, sensing that he saw more in those woods that night than he'd like to say. She considered night protection for James, but he said he didn't want any, eventually the dreams stopped, and he could sleep dry again. He wondered why it let him go. Maybe it had been challenged thoroughly enough to feel some respect for it's prey, maybe because James faced it directly by looking at it. It's still there in a way. Whenever he closes his eyes he still sees two emerald flames in the darkness.
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