Told To

[PeeHour 1,129]

Thanks again for the positive feedback and suggestions everyone! It's been a couple days since my last post, and since these next two parts are a little shorter, I'll post two in a row! (Although the vacation is ending, Tori's story will continue)

PART 6 - Vacation: The Pool

Tori returned to her room, her brain again slightly buzzed and her bladder again full from several sips of wine. As she peeled off her clothes and added yet another wet pair of bottoms to the overflowing shower rack, reality struck. Her supply of clean panties and shorts had dwindled. Perhaps she should be a little more conservative. With that, Tori pulled her gray pajama bottoms from the prior night off the rack, mostly dried but still every-so-slightly moist. She slid them on, turned on the TV, laid down in bed, and commenced her deliberate leaks. The now-dry fabric was reintroduced to the familiar warm wetness. She felt her eyelids grow heavier and heavier with each warm spurt. The relaxation quickly lulled her to sleep.

Tori woke up damp, but not damp enough - she let the remaining contents of her morning bladder spill out, a warm welcome to the new day. The warmth spread past her knees and nearly crept to her upper back. She rolled over in her puddle and allowed the front of her shirt to share in the sheet's wetness.  She finally emerged from the bed, soaked up to her chest in her own warmth.

Today, her family decided to change things up and swim at the hotel pool. Tori wore her pink bikini with her red athletic shorts and a blue T-shirt over the top. Thinking about how good it felt to swim with her clothes in the sea, and also the nearly full-body soak of the morning's bedwetting,  Tori had already decided she wouldn’t remove her shirt and shorts before entering the pool, despite her dwindling supply of dry clothes. Sure enough, as soon as her family set their stuff down to claim a chair, she walked over to the stairs and slowly descended into the water one step at a time in all of her clothes. Tori observed the feeling as the water slowly soaked up into her shorts and shirt. She swam around in pure bliss.

Hours passed. Tori got out of the pool and laid out on a chair to dry out in the sun before lunch. However, she had not yet relieved herself since coming to the pool, and her bladder was begging for relief. She eyed the pool bathrooms, but hesitated, as the thought of gross, sticky floors and toilet seats did not comfort her. She knew her clothes were still dripping which would effectively disguise another accident, but the pool was more tightly packed than the beach, and the thought of letting go in front of all these people slightly scared her. She saw her mom walking towards her from the direction of the bathrooms. Maybe she could help Tori decide. “Did you go to the bathrooms?” asked Tori.

Her mother, wearing her beachy floral tourist shirt and just-above-the-knee khaki shorts, answered “I walked in but was too grossed out. They were disgusting! I just went in my pants instead.” It was then Tori noticed the large wet spot completely covering the front of her mother’s shorts and the droplets etched onto her legs. “You’re already wet dear, no one would notice if you just had an accident here too.”

This was all the permission Tori needed. Without further hesitation, she released, the warm liquid contrasting against the cool wetness of pool water still soaked in her shorts and bikini bottom. Both her and her mother were right, no one batted an eye, as Tori’s pre-wet attire provided adequate cover. She relaxed on the chair, lost in the moment as she let go without a single soul noticing. The soothing sound of her trickle pattered on the concrete below. She kept up her clandestine accidents for the rest of the day.

 

 

 

PART 7 - Vacation: - End of the Trip

 

Tori continued to wet whenever she had to for the duration of the vacation. Whether lounging on the beach, at the pool, or in her hotel room, she would simply let go - although she still remained discreet enough as to not draw attention. She hadn’t even used the bathroom to pee once. By the fourth day, she had already exhausted nearly all of her clean bottoms and panties, down to a single pair of gray leggings. 

This wouldn’t stop Tori. 

Already squirming from holding the last couple hours at the beach, Tori returned to her room quite desperate. She grabbed the leggings and ran to the bathroom. Shaking and dancing, she limped to the toilet, further teasing and torturing her aching muscles. She pulled off her moist jean shorts while squeezing shut her bladder. Quickly, she hopped into the leggings, slipping them over her calves and up her thighs. As soon as her fingers released the waistband, she released her bladder. She let out an airy exhale as the pleasure of relief coursed through her veins. The warmth immediately soaked entirely around her crotch and butt. The leggings turned nearly black, shining in the reflected sunlight pouring into her room from the window. A wide puddle sprawled beneath her on the tiled floor. Any remaining guilt transformed into a naughty pleasure as she absorbed the fact that she had just wet her last pair of clean panties and pants.

"Oh well," thought Tori. She still had a couple clean shirts at least. However, this thought only fueled another mischievous idea. After all, one of her few remaining clean T-shirts currently hung from her shoulders. With that, she crouched down, sitting on the floor in her own puddle. She laid down with her back on the floor, letting the fabric of her shirt absorb the puddle. She then sat up as her warm, wet shirt clung to the flesh of her back. She turned around and flipped over onto her stomach, again lowering her body to the floor and soaking up the remainder of the puddle with the front of her shirt. Tori then stood up and looked in the mirror. Her shirt and leggings were both darkened from her warm puddle of piss.  It appeared as if she had just taken a shower. "That's a good idea," she thought, as she hopped into the shower and let the scalding stream rinse off her trembling body. 

For the last couple days, she continued her habit of freely wetting, having resorted to wearing whatever clothes draped over the shower door seemed at least semi-dry. Tori didn’t want this vacation to end.

However, soon the last day came, and Tori packed her bags in sadness, sluggishly stuffing her suitcase full with her damp clothing. The long drive home would actually cheer her up, though. Before she sat down in the car, her mother handed her a beach towel. “Here honey. To get home faster, we’re not stopping for bathroom breaks. Just set this on your seat and go when you have to. I’m doing the same thing.” Tori’s heart beat in excitement. She would get to extend her vacation just a little bit longer.

It seemed like she was constantly wetting for the first few hours. As soon as the slightest tingle hit her bladder, Tori would let it go. Her pink khaki shorts and matching panties never got a chance to dry. Towards the middle of the trip, she decided to have some fun and hold it for a bit. She downed water from their travel cooler, letting the pressure build up. Every squeeze of her bulging bladder excited her since she knew she would be letting it all flow soon enough. Once the floodgates could barely handle another drop of pressure, she relaxed, releasing the warm torrent, soaking every inch of her shorts and skin around her lap. She did one more hold-then-release before just letting out gradual spurts the rest of the way home. In Tori’s mind, it was the perfect end to an unforgettable vacation.

Edited October 4, 2021 by PeeHour
mislabeled the parts (see edit history)

[joebarnes 16]

This story has scratched an itch I didn't know I had lol looking forward to the next part!

[LifeIsStrange 583]

1 hour ago, joebarnes said:

This story has scratched an itch I didn't know I had lol looking forward to the next part!

Same here, this is one of my favorite stories on this site so far.

[Kjimanzil 35]

This is one of, if not the best story I've read on here ever.

I seem to end up saying this a lot but... hello to a fetish I didn't know I had, haha

[knockonthedoor 854]

Can’t wait fir the story to continue!
Hopefully Tori and her mom have more adventures or maybe Tori introduces this to her friend(s). Or maybe both Tori and her mom introduce this to their friends. This was a great opening for you on this site

[PeeHour 1,129]

On 10/4/2021 at 2:45 PM, joebarnes said:

This story has scratched an itch I didn't know I had lol looking forward to the next part!

 

On 10/4/2021 at 4:21 PM, LifeIsStrange said:

Same here, this is one of my favorite stories on this site so far.

 

9 hours ago, Kjimanzil said:

This is one of, if not the best story I've read on here ever.

I seem to end up saying this a lot but... hello to a fetish I didn't know I had, haha

Wow thanks I'm flattered to say the least! I'm glad you all enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it!

3 hours ago, knockonthedoor said:

Can’t wait fir the story to continue!
Hopefully Tori and her mom have more adventures or maybe Tori introduces this to her friend(s). Or maybe both Tori and her mom introduce this to their friends. This was a great opening for you on this site

Thanks! And not to spoil anything, but some of your predictions are pretty accurate...

 

Thanks again everyone! (Did I say that enough yet?) Part 8 should be ready tonight!

[PeeHour 1,129]

PART 8 - Shopping

    Nearly a month had passed since Tori’s last ‘accident’ on her family vacation. Her body had returned to its usual boring bathroom habit. However, another opportunity would soon present itself. Tori and her mother decided to go Christmas shopping. They went to the mall, hopping from store to store, each of their shopping bags growing heavier with each stop. Another pressure was growing too, however. Tori realized she hadn’t used the restroom all day. She brought her predicament to her mother, and the both of them walked towards the restroom, only to be greeted by unwelcoming signs of yellow caution tape. Apparently a piping issue rendered these water closets useless. The closest working bathroom sat all away on the other side of the mall, most likely including a long line amongst the crowded shopping frenzy. “Can you hold it a little longer?” asked her mother.

    Tori nodded, although she wasn’t sure how much longer. 

    “Let’s go to this store really quick,” instructed her mother. They walked in, and she asked the clerk to unlock the changing rooms for them. A wave of confusion hit Tori, for they had not yet selected any clothes to try on. However, her perplexation was soon solved. Her mother reached inside her purse and dug out two pads. “Here,” she offered, “I have two emergency pads. You take one and I take one. It can help hide if we have an accident.” Tori understood. She grabbed one of the pads and walked into the changing room. She inserted into her pantines and pulled up her jeans. Her mother did the same.

    As they walked a few feet outside of the store, Tori began to fidget, walking slowly, as each step put additional pressure on her aching bladder. Her mom took notice. “Honey, just go in your pants. The pad will help.” Tori’s heart pounded. She had not had an accident in public yet, besides during vacation when she was already wet from the pool or seawater or cloaked by night. The thought scared Tori - what if someone noticed? “Tori, relax and let go, it’ll feel better,” her mom again urged. 

    The permission allowed Tori to give in. She relaxed her aching muscles and just let it happen. The warm liquid gushed out, immediately soaking into her pad. The relief felt amazing. The hot stream continued pouring until Tori could feel a little soak into her jeans. She squeezed to stop the stream, not wanting it to show. She looked down to see only a tiny wet patch. This release relieved enough pressure for now. 

    “See, isn’t that better?” said her mother. Tori did indeed feel better, and quite naughty, having gone in public without any notice. They continued shopping, and Tori continued to release small spurts when the pressure became uncomfortable. She could only assume her mother did the same, as she stopped every so often and stared into space before continuing onward. They both entered another store, and Tori’s leaks became more confident as she released more and more into her jeans. Tempting fate, she allowed her leaks to last daringly longer. Soon she got lost in the warmth and release, unaware of the dark patch spreading on the front of her crotch and down her legs. 

“Honey! You maybe took it a tad too far,” giggled her mother. Tori gazed downward at her obvious wet spot, frozen in her tracks, her eyes widening in fear. “It’s okay honey, we’re in a store, we’ll just replace those wet pants!”

    Tori picked out a pair of black slim-fit jeans, constantly looking over her shoulder to make sure no one saw her. Her mother, admiring the style, also picked up a pair of the jeans. They approached the cashier and rang up the items. Her mother then asked the cashier if they could use the changing rooms. “We could use those rooms now, if you could. One of us has had a little accident!”

    Tori looked the other way, dodging eye contact with the smirking cashier. Pangs of embarrassment struck her. Did her mother really just give her up? However, when her mother turned around, these thoughts of betrayal subsided. Her mother’s jeans had also grown dark and shiny with wetness. She was talking about herself. “Looks like I made the same mistake,” chuckled her mother. With that, they both changed into their new jeans and left the store.

Edited October 7, 2021 by PeeHour (see edit history)

[knockonthedoor 854]

Best chapter of the series so far! Another great set up for more situations, and the most characterization for Tori's mother.

I really like how she seems to take some pride in Tori's willingness to casually pee herself, even giggling when Tori took it a little too far. As the reader, I could start to feel their bond here.

Further, we learn her mother has experience with public wettings, and enough of them to no longer be bothered by others reactions. Or she was protecting Tori by wetting herself in front of the cashier, or maybe it was both. I also feel like Tori's becoming more comfortable with going in public, which is maybe something her mother is trying to teach her?

Selfishly, I hope this series never ends

[The Dark Wolf 1,330]

For Part 7, I love how she specifically changes out of her wet shorts into a pair of dry pants to wet them.

And real life or fiction, it's always fun to read about a girl who loves wetting herself.

[PeeHour 1,129]

Here is part 9! Sorry if it's a bit shorter, but the next few parts after this will be much longer. 

 

PART 9: Shopping Day 2

After perusing through the clothes they had bought yesterday, Tori and her mother decided to go back to the mall to return some of the items. Tori looked forward to this. Not only did she enjoy shopping, but another day with just her mother could possibly lead to more permissible accidents. Tori had tasted the thrill of a public wetting yesterday, and she strangely craved more. She hoped her mother would bring it up, but growing impatient, Tori herself decided to hint at the possible situation instead.

“Should we bring the pads again?” squeaked Tori nervously. It was always her mother who suggested their accidents, so Tori felt a little weird being the one to bring it up this time.

“No, I have a better idea,” responded her mother. “Go change into those black jeans we bought yesterday.” Tori returned, changed into her new pants, only to see her mother sporting the same pair. “These pants are black, so they should hide any accidents!” chimed her mother. The idea thrilled Tori even more than the pads.

Tori and her mother drove to the mall. Upon pulling into the parking lot, Tori could already feel her blood pumping in anxious anticipation. They shopped for about an hour before Tori felt a tinge tugging at her bladder. She desperately wanted to let go, but without the protective pads providing a layer of defense, she felt nervous. “Can I just go..? She anxiously asked her mom.

“Oh yes dear, just relax and don’t even think about it, no one can tell. I’ve already been going!” admitted her mother.

To Tori’s surprise, she could make out the faintest shine of wetness on her mom’s pants, virtually unnoticeable unless someone was specifically looking for it. Knowing that, Tori’s nervousness was replaced with comfort. She relaxed her muscles, letting the warmth trickle into her panties and down her legs, soaking into the black fabric. The rush felt invigorating. She looked down at her pants. She could make out the every-so-slight distinction of her growing wet patch, but she knew it remained relatively unnoticeable to a passing shopper. A rebellious aura flowed through Tori’s body. She continued to release, unbeknownst to the other shoppers. She felt free.

After some more leaking and shopping, Tori noticed her bladder was empty. She tried to push, but nothing came out. Wanting to prolong this experience, she asked her mother “Can we grab a soda?”

“Sure good idea,” agreed her mother. “After all, I could use a refill,” she said with a wink, brushing her hand on her legs. This not-so-subtle hint all but confirmed to Tori that her mother enjoyed this as much as she did, and that perhaps these were never really ‘accidents’ in the first place. Sharing in the experience did start to feel a little weird to Tori, but she just brushed it off for now. Both mother and daughter refilled their bladders with a large soda, continuing to voluntarily leak the soothing warm trickles into their pants as they shopped.

When they finished shopping and returned to the car, Tori’s mother stopped her for a second. “Wait a second. We don’t wanna have an accident in the car since we don’t have towels. Let’s just let the rest go right here.” Tori agreed. The both of them stood between the cars and emptied their bladders, their pants completely saturated with warmth from top to bottom. The wet fabric glistened in the sunlight, their legs looking as though painted with shiny black gloss. A wet trail trickled down the parking lot.  Tori knew at this point the act was no longer completely hidden, but she did not see anyone else walking in the parking lot. Even if she did, she honestly did not care at this point. If she wanted to go, then she could. With that, Tori squished her wet butt against the car seat and rode home with her mother.

Although enjoying the feeling of her soaked pants wrapping around her hips and legs as she sat in the car, Tori felt a little off. Despite receiving permission, emotions of shame and guilt dug through her back and burrowed into her spine. She still enjoyed the free wetting - but sharing the experience so directly with her mother, especially in a public setting, began to prove a little too strange for Tori. It would not be until next semester that she would indulge again.

 

Part 10 will be coming soon! It'll be over twice as long as this part since I'll be introducing another character. Thanks for all the support and feedback!

[knockonthedoor 854]

I should stop declaring that every chapter is better than the last, because at this point your writing is so strong that its just the plain truth lol.

The new character will be really fun to see and with Tori now confirming that her Mother was doing this on purpose, I like how she was actually offended and creeped out by it. Even though her Mother may have just been trying to share something with Tori that she couldn’t share with others. That fact that its set up to push Tori away is a great dynamic that makes the story that much more believable.

For Tori, to have the witnessed “accidents” that her Mother would have as referenced in the first chapter be completely recontextualized into something done for pleasure would be shocking and take the fun out of what she was doing. Hopefully this new character can help mend the crack in their relationship, or drive it further apart. It will interesting to see how her mother responds to Tori pushing away from their activities. Will it make her wet more or less? I guess only the author knows

[joebarnes 16]

Ahhh cant wait for the next part! I like how your actually developing a story, not just recycling new wettings scenes. It makes the times the characters do wet more exciting/impactful!

[stranger 364]

They should really consider wearing Pull-Ups or diapers

[The Dark Wolf 1,330]

Not sure how to feel about where this is going, but others seem to like it.

[PeeHour 1,129]

Sorry for the wait, but part 10 is here! The next few parts will involve a field trip Tori takes for school.

 

PART 10: Field Trip - The Way There

“Alright everyone, we will meet at the hotel promptly at noon!” exclaimed Tori’s teacher. Tori stood amongst the rest of her class, huddled together in the February cold, awaiting further instruction. “And remember, the museum is serving us lunch, so don’t stop for food! We will not wait for anyone to start the tour if you’re late!”

“So many rules, she just drones on and on,” whispered 18-year-old Lilly, Tori’s best friend. “At least we get today off for this.” Lilly’s dirty-blonde hair fell to her shoulders, a lighter shade than Tori’s straight brunette locks. At 5’7”, she stood just 3 inches taller than Tori. 

“I know, just let us leave already!” complained Tori under her visible breath, “no one would be late if she didn’t keep talking!” She shivered under her black sports jacket and blue jeans. She glanced towards Lilly, who appeared even colder in just her oversized gray hoodie and a pair of khaki short-shorts, her bare thighs pelted with goosebumps. Lilly was the type of girl who always needed to show off her fit, tanned legs, regardless of the temperature outside.

Finally, the teacher finished, motioning for the students to leave. The students all rushed towards their respective vehicles. The school’s buses were not available for the Senior Field Trip, so instead everyone carpooled with their respective chaperones. Tori and Lilly approached their car, driven by Tori’s mother, who had volunteered as one of the chaperones. “Hey girls, I hope you’re ready!” she exclaimed. Tori sat in the backseat with Lilly, choosing to keep her friend company. Tori nearly flinched when she saw the seats covered with towels. ‘Uh-oh,’ she thought, worried her mom might reveal their secret habit, something that Tori had not shared with anyone else. What would Lilly say? Fortunately, Lilly did not seem to question the towels. 

“All aboard?” asked her mother, who scanned the now-empty parking lot. 

“Yea, I think it’s just us Mrs. Franklin,” answered Lilly. Tori always found it odd when her friends referred to her mother by her last name, so her lips pursed in a comical smile. Lilly saw Tori’s expression and disapprovingly shook her head and smiled back. 

“Alright then, we’re off!” cheered Tori’s mother. With that, the 3 of them drove off to the Museum.

 Tori’s school was located in a small town 3 hours away from the closest “big city.” The distance prompted the teacher to urgently ensure each group arrived on schedule, one of the reasons why she prohibited the chaperones from stopping for food. However, Tori’s mom did not pride herself as a rule-follower, hence Tori’s lack of surprise when her mother asked the two girls, “So who wants brunch?”

Of course neither Tori nor Lilly could resist. The three of them stopped by a local restaurant. In the spirit of brunch, they each ordered a coffee and orange juice to accompany their meals, and once both drinks emptied, they each washed down the rest with a few glasses of water. All the liquid had already taken a toll on the girls’ bladders. As Tori’s mother went to the cashier to pay, both of the girls headed towards the restrooms. However, a mop bucket stood in front of the door, and a sign plastered on it read “closed for cleaning.” 

“Oh great…” complained Lilly, “I really have to go..” 

“It’s ok, I’m sure we can pull over at a rest stop,” reassured Tori. The two girls met Tori’s mom at the front and followed her back into the car. They pulled out of the restaurant parking lot and onto the main road, before soon exiting onto the interstate. 

“Tori, honey, could you GPS me? I want to see our ETA,” asked Tori’s mother.

Tori nodded and opened her phone. She typed in the address, then froze when it revealed the estimated time of arrival of 12:15. “Uhhh… Mom, we’re running fifteen minutes behind,” warned Tori. 

“It’s ok, dear, I can make it up, we’ll just have to drive a little faster if that’s okay! Also, we won’t be able to stop until we get there,” stated Tori’s mother.

A lump formed in Tori’s throat. The drinks had already made their presence known in her bladder and she had not yet used the restroom today. She glanced over at Lilly to meet her widened eyes. It was not just whether or not she and Lilly could hold it the entire way - no, Tori was also afraid her mother would suggest for them to simply wet themselves. This prospect frightened Tori - no one at school knew of her and her mother’s accidents, and she intended to keep it that way.  She again looked towards her friend, hoping she would not bring up her need to use the restroom.

An hour of driving later, and both girls squirmed in their seats. Tori’s bladder bulged like a balloon about to burst. She squeezed her muscles tight with all her might, her knuckles clenched as white as her clamped-shut teeth. She looked over towards Lilly, her bare legs shuffling back and forth as if to distract from the pressure. Her bladder also bulged, pressing against her tiny khaki shorts. “I reallllllly have to go,” whispered Lilly to Tori. “Can you tell your mom to pull over?”

Tori began to panic. If she told her mother, then she would embarrass Tori by nonchalantly suggesting that they both wet themselves, giving Lilly the impression that Tori had done so before. If she did not tell her mother, then they would still both wet themselves, and her mother’s carefree reaction would tell the same story. She opted to instead procrastinate the decision for now. “Me too, but it’s okay, we can hold on a bit longer.”

Lilly appeared to panic too. Her eyes shut and her face grimaced, as if intensely focusing on restraining a flood. Another 15 minutes passed, and each second scraped at the girls like an hour of toture. “I can’t hold it anymore,” whispered Lilly. “If you don’t tell your mom, then I will.”

Tori’s heart pounded in her chest. ‘Please no,’ she thought. Two inevitabilities seemed to come crashing towards her - both an accident, and the revelation of her and her mom’s secret. A warm drop trickled into her panties, and at the same time, Lilly finally spoke up.

“Mrs. Franklin, I really need to use the bathroom ASAP, could you please pull over soon?”

‘Nooo!’ internally screamed Tori’s head. She begged and prayed inside her mind that her mom would not suggest it. However, just as she was powerless to prevent another hot spurt from shooting into her pants, she could neither stop her mother’s next words.

“Oh it’s okay, dear. You can just go right where you are.” Tori’s mother uttered the sentence without a second of hesitation. Tori thought she could feel her heart stop beating.

“R-really? Are you sure?” muttered Lilly in a nervous pitch.

“Yes it’s okay, accidents happen,” comforted Tori’s mother. “After all, Tori and I--”

“MOM!” interrupted Tori. Was she really about to tell her friend about their frequent accidents? She met her eyes with her mother in the rear-view mirror, hoping she could read her mind. Her mother seemed to understand, returning a nod.

“I put down these towels for a reason!” explained Tori’s mother. *Whew* thought Tori. Crisis averted temporarily as her mother did not tell Lilly about their accidents. 

“I don’t know Mrs. Franklin…” whimpered Lilly.

“It’s okay!” interjected Tori’s mother. “Trust me, it’ll feel so much better to just let it go. “Just…. ahhhhh….relax,” sighed her mother. A loud hiss echoed through the car, as a hot jet of piss pounded against Tori’s mother’s corduroy pants. 

“Mrs. Franklin.. Are you…?” 

“Yes,” interrupted Tori’s mother with another airy sigh. “And it feels so much better.”

Tori’s face flushed with heat. Embarrassment immersed her emotions. Her mother just peed her pants in front of her best friend. However, Lilly did not seem to judge. Instead, she leaned towards Tori and whispered, “I’m low-key jealous of your mom right now.”

Intrigue freed Tori from her embarrassment paralysis. Lilly wasn’t weirded out. Did she actually want to let it go too? Lilly’s hands were fiercely shoved in her crotch without any shame. Tori did the same, grabbing herself without worry in an attempt to hold back the river. Her friend whispered to her again, “I already leaked a little… Should I just let it go?” she asked.

A tingle crept up Tori’s neck. Her friend was asking her, without judgment, if she should pee her pants. Perhaps this was Tori’s chance to expand her circle of deviance. She nodded head towards her friend. Now Tori was the one to give permission.

“I don’t know…” Lilly hesitated. “I’m feeling kinda stagefright… But I’m also about to burst!”

“I’ll go first,” affirmed Tori. After all, she was used to it. She removed her hands from her crotch, set them to either side of her, stared forward, and relaxed.

    At first, nothing. Tori herself felt a little stagefright - never had she wet in such a spotlight before, in front of one of her friends. Her aching muscles, although desperate for release, seemed to be asking her: “Are you sure?” Tori answered them by continuing to relax. Finally, a hot dribble trickled out. It continued to drip, moistening her panties. Her bladder slowly deflated. A dark spot began to materialize on her crotch.

    “Oh!” spouted Lilly, “You’re doing it!”

Tori continued to relax and let the stream flow. She emitted an audible gasp as the trickle amplified into a flood, her exhausted muscles and bladder finally earning their freedom. Tori leaned back in her seat to allow the liquid to soak upwards over her crotch. The hot torrent gushed through her pants, covering her lap in a layer of warmth as the dark patch saturated her jeans. The warm spurts poured over her lap and down her crotch and soaked into the towel beneath her. She could feel her butt grow warm and wet as she sat in the aftermath of her release. Finally, all was emptied, and Tori leaned her head back, enjoying the pulsating waves of relief that rippled through her body.

    “W-wow Tori, you-you really did it..” stuttered Lilly, hardly able to speak through her intense focus on holding. 

    “Yes, and it felt good,” Tori couldn’t believe she was actually admitting this to her friend. “You should try it too.”

    “I want to,” answered Lilly. “But I don’t know…” she trailed off.

    Tori rested her hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Just relax,” she coaxed. 

    Lilly turned her head towards Tori, her blue eyes trembling. Tori gave a reassuring nod. Lilly then slowly removed her hands from her crotch and set them beside her. “Okay,” she sighed through a series of heavy breaths. Tori thought she could hear Lilly’s heart pounding. She could see a small patch already painted on her shorts from the prior leaks. “Okay, here I go,” Lilly uttered, unable to turn back now. She took one last deep breath and closed her eyes, as if jumping off a cliff into the waters below. 

    Tori saw the small patch on her friend’s shorts slowly expand. Lilly exhaled her breath as the patch grew larger and larger. “Oh...Ohhh… My…” Lilly could barely expel the words through her sighs of relief. A loud hiss rang through the car as the hot liquid completely soaked her khaki shorts. Her legs went limp and spread open, and the hot torrent continued to gush through the fabric. “So warm….” moaned Lilly, her eyes still shut and her head leaning against the headrest.

    A wave of adrenaline rushed over Tori. She could feel the second-hand pleasure emanating from her friend. As far as Tori knew, she was straight, but seeing her friend engage in this wrongful act almost seemed….attractive? She shook the feelings off however, quickly regaining her senses.

    Lilly opened her eyes and gazed down at the evidence. She shifted in her seat, rubbing her butt against the saturated towel, almost seeming intrigued by the remnants of her action. “I can’t believe I just did that. It felt sooo freaking good.. You were right, Tori.”

    Tori blushed. “Welp, it’s better than holding it!” she blurted out. She still couldn't muster the strength to tell her friend how much she really enjoyed it.

    “How are you girls doing back there?” questioned her mother, overhearing the noise.

    “Uhhh, fine mom… We ummm, we went,” squeaked Tori. Both girls blushed.

    “That’s okay! Accidents happen. I told you it would be better,” said her mother with a grin. 

    “Yeah it definitely is!” giggled Lilly. Tori looked over at her smirking friend, and couldn’t help but smile. They both laughed as they rode the rest of the way to the hotel in their soaked pants.

 

 

Part 11 coming soon! (I do have the next couple parts mostly written, and the next several parts after already planned out, but I still appreciate suggestions! Even if I don't inclue a specific request in the story, it could still help shape future parts).

Edited October 13, 2021 by PeeHour (see edit history)

[knockonthedoor 854]

Your writing has improved tenfold! The descriptions are on point here, I could really picture what was going on in the scene. Great work!

I also think the set-up/reverse payoff from chapter 9 to 10 was a great move story-structure wise, and that's for a number of reasons:

• It keeps Tori's mother still in that "Mom" role. She knew what she was doing the whole time, how far to take it, and when to introduce it to others. 
• It set up why Tori herself was hesitant, which keeps the story grounded. 
• It keeps the story interesting from the readers perspective for more than just the obvious reasons.

Also, your dialogue is fantastic here too. I like how Lilly talks more like a gen-z'er, and seems more excitable. Which is an awesome combo with Tori's more reserved nature.

Can't wait for the rest of the field trip!

[ErinonWheels 176]

Just when I was prepared to mention that it was getting repetitive you introduced a new direction. Great job. Looking forward to the next part.

[The Dark Wolf 1,330]

Loved it.

[joebarnes 16]

Loving what your doing here!

[PeeHour 1,129]

Here is part 11. I apologize that there isn't as much "action" in this part, the following parts will have more.

 

PART 11: Field Trip: The Tour

 

The car finally pulled into the hotel parking lot. The girls’ bottoms had mostly dried, but a distinct damp discoloration remained. They did not have time to worry if anyone would notice, however. The girls grabbed their bags and rushed towards the lobby. Tori’s mom checked them in, handing Tori and Lilly their room key. “Ok girls, change quickly and meet right here!”

The girls sprinted down the hall and to their room. “Hurry, we’re gonna be late!” exclaimed Lilly frantically. She whipped off her shorts and threw them in the shower. Tori peeled off her still-moist blue jeans. She then dug through her bag and grabbed a pair of black Adidas track pants and a fresh pair of panties. However, she paused for a moment, before placing the clean panties back into the bag. She then stepped into the track pants and lifted them over her wet panties. ‘Gotta have some fun on this field trip,’ she thought to herself.

Lilly returned from the bathroom, of course clad in tiny runner’s shorts despite the winter air. Tori just playfully shook her head. “Alright, let’s go!”

The two of them met Tori’s mom in the lobby, now wearing a brown skirt with black tights. “Alright girls, let’s hurry on now!”

The group sped out of the hotel. Luckily, the museum sat directly across the street. They hopped across the crosswalk and entered the museum. A wave of relief flowed through Tori as she saw other students and chaperones arriving at the same time. They met the teacher at the front, who directed them towards a large gathering room where lunch was catered. The students stood in the cafeteria-style line. After grabbing their plates, Tori and Lilly sat down with their other friends at one of the round tables. Still full from the forbidden brunch, the girls just picked at their food. They instead drank a few glasses of lemonade for their lunch. 

After the meal, the teacher led them out towards the main exhibit area. A tour guide guided the students through each display, showcasing various ancient artifacts. Tori attempted to feign interest, but a familiar twinge in her bladder had re-emerged. Each new exhibit and explanation from the tour guide did little to distract from the growing urge. She thought about letting go - after all, her black track pants would hide any visible wetness. However, her crush stood in the group directly in front of her, and she did not want to risk any embarrassment in front of him.

After some time, the teacher granted the students a break. They gathered in the lobby area, most of them using this as an opportunity to use the restroom. However, Tori decided to skip the facilities and instead hold. If she couldn’t wet, she could at least have some fun and keep holding, she thought to herself. Interestingly enough, Tori noticed that Lilly chose not to use the restroom as well. Both of them instead sat with a group of girls in their class and chatted away. Soon the chatter turned into a hushed whisper. Tori looked up to see her crush approach the group. All of her internal organs simultaneously froze. She held her breath. ‘Was he approaching me?’ hoped Tori. Lilly elbowed Tori’s ribs. “He’s coming!” whispered her friend. Tori stood up right before her crush approached. However, he kept walking past Tori. He continued onward towards another girl in the group, wrapping his arm around her waist. 

Tori’s heart sank to her toes. “When did that happen?” whispered Lilly in disgust.

 “I don’t know, I think they rode together,” uttered Tori in a solemn tone. 

“Oh well, who needs him!” comforted Lilly. Tori felt discouraged, but at least she no longer had anyone to impress. Her bladder reminded her of its strain, which sent a different kind of rush through Tori.

“Alright class, break time is over, we have a whole other floor to explore!” The students climbed the stairs to sight see another level of artifacts and fossils. After a few more exhibits, the pressure on Tori’s bladder began begging for relief. With her crush obviously not interested, she no longer had anything holding her back. She thought back to her day of Christmas shopping with her mother, and how she managed to wet freely in her black jeans without drawing any attention. As she walked towards another exhibit, she glanced down at her black track pants - perhaps the back of her mind had subconsciously selected these pants for a reason. Tori gazed through a glass barrier at an ancient tribal mask. She focused on the intricate yet decaying details of craftsmanship, while her muscles relaxed and a warm trickle escaped into her panties. The dried cotton was once again introduced to familiar moisture. Tori continued staring at the artifact, but her mind wandered elsewhere, as she let the hot stream absorb into the black fabric of her pants and drip down her legs. She stopped the flow for now so as not to make a puddle. She carried on to the next exhibit as if nothing had happened.

Tori continued to follow the group through the upper floor of the museum. She glanced over at her crush with his arm still around the girl he chose over her. However, the sting of jealousy had subsided. She should be the jealous one, thought Tori to herself, as she released another warm spurt into her pants. After all, Tori was the one who had discovered her own naughty secret, one that she could engage in without a single soul noticing. 

“Whoa look at this one!” 

Tori glanced towards the voice of her friend. There Lilly stood, impressed at the size of a perfectly-preserved dinosaur bone. Tori noticed Lilly’s legs shifting back and forth. The trembling flesh and squirming hips teased Tori’s mind. She imagined her friend letting loose, the liquid cascading down her tiny runner’s shorts. However, Tori shook her head, coming to her senses. What was she doing? Fantasizing about her friend? She walked towards Lilly, pretending to admire the fossil as well. 

“That sure is a big one!” muttered Tori, and as she let the words out, she also let out another hot gush into her pants. A dozen delightful drops dripped down her legs. Although she already knew the answer, she wanted to ask Lilly if she needed to go. However, a pang of nerves prevented Tori from expelling the words. Why was she so nervous? After all, they had just shared an accident earlier today. Unable to answer her internal interrogations, Tori went along with the rest of the museum tour with Lilly, gradually letting out more and more warm spurts until her bladder completely emptied. Still, the entire time, her friend never opted to use the bathroom. This curious inquisition hid behind Tori’s brain until the end of the tour.

[The Dark Wolf 1,330]

I love how she keeps her wet underwear on.

[knockonthedoor 854]

Maybe I misread something, but why do they have a hotel? Is it like a multi-day field trip? That really the only thing that's bothering me and it could be my error.

Other than that, I'm interested in what Lilly has planned. She has to be planning something right? I'm also sure that Tori's mom has been getting into her own trouble during this part of the story. As always, looking forward to the next update!

[The Dark Wolf 1,330]

Yes, can't wait to see Lilly wet her shorts next chapter. (I wonder if she kept her wet underwear on under her dry shorts too?)

[AlmostWet 51]

Wonderful story

[derektor_2000 158]

Great story so far, I am enjoying where this is goin.  Will we find out Why mom wets?