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  1. Many, many years ago, when my outward appearance was that of a wee fairy child with long, long brown and gold hair, I had an accident. Now, most third graders (around the age of eight, for any non-American friends) are pretty dense, even ones at nicer schools such as the elementary institution I attended. Again outwardly, I was fairly dense in that respect as well, and for fifteen years now have denied that said accident was anything but an accident. Well... the "accident" was an accident. The setup was not. Even at that age, I never did quite properly identify as a little girl, and spent most of my days being quiet and out of the way of other students, with whom I would often get in horrible arguments, me being a pretentious little asshole with a superiority complex, and them being, well, children. Still, one day on the bus ride home, I overheard some of the older girls discussing someone's father, and his amazing ability to be aware that he had to pee early in the morning, but "forget" about it and not "need" to pee again for a full twelve hours later. (these were the terms used, and are probably rather inaccurate, but that's how it was recorded in my mind). Now, clearly, thought I, there is no great difference between a fully grown man and myself, tiny and cute though I might be. Really, really tiny and cute... picture Alice in Wonderland. Four feet tall, annoyingly long hair, and a tendency for wandering off into dangerous and deadly parts of la-la land. And yet, I would best this invisible opponent... and then, armed with this superiority, I would use such an amazing power to truly rule over the tiny minds contained within this bus, and all three of the other busses at the school! And then, perhaps for an encore, enslaving even the students who did not ride the bus home! I would be the QUEEN! Honestly, it's a wonder I'm not a serial killer by now. Tiny me was disturbed. Grown me is.... okay, still disturbed, just too lazy to murder and enslave humanity as we know it. Unlike what seems to be the norm, I was fully aware that hydration caused peeing, and took great care to use this to my advantage, refusing multiple drinks throughout the day. My future minions need never know of this particular advantage, if it even was one... certain circumstances of my rather vague rival were left noticeably blank. Even armed with this knowledge and the fires of evil at its finest, I didn't last long. Maybe four hours? It started to be uncomfortable fairly quickly, but surely this was nothing compared to the pain and suffering that came with being useless and inferior. No twitching escaped, beyond perhaps a slight bit more energy to my carefully measured march of pure hatred towards any and all things. No comments escaped either, as was the norm. Talking is worthless if the target has no more understanding capacity than the average brick wall, or public-school eight year old. It happened finally at recess, while I was playing with my favored minion, a rather weak-willed young lady from a broken home consisting of what had once been a teenage mother and a rather brain damaged half-brother. We were participating in my particular favorite activity; collecting interesting rocks from a certain corner of the playground. My uniform of conquest at the time was a neat cotton tee shirt dress (the sort made from a plain shirt with a bit of cloth sewn on as a skirt, typically short sleeved and round-necked with the skirt to the knees), which was rather conveniently un-constricting for the challenge, giving me the freedom to squat and examine said rocks. To no one's particular surprise but my own, approximately the third or fourth time I squatted down, the dam burst, rather unexpectedly. I'd been living with the pressure for hours at this point, and had felt no particular immediate warning signs. If I had, damage might have been minimized, but as it was I pretty immediately soaked a good portion of the back of the skirt, and most of my socks, as well as a rather impressive patch of dirt. My minion, loyal as ever, immediately began babbling... she'd had an accident the previous year, successfully hidden, and it dried. Still, marinating in my own defeat, I couldn't handle wandering around in a wet dress, and regretfully dragged myself over to the teacher (to this day a favorite of mine, who is still in contact... with luck the shame of our first year of working together has been eclipsed by my adult achievements) to admit what I'd done. Thus began the cycle of denial. To the teacher, I thought I could wait. To the nurse, who was a family friend outside of school, I just got distracted. To my mother, who turned up minutes later with a pair of pants, fresh socks, and a blouse, I had no idea what happened. To myself, I had been vanquished by the same invisible foe I had challenged, and domination of the children would have to wait for another day. Near enough to the end of the school day, I returned home in company of my mother, who just shrugged and wrote it off to more of my being weird and silent, as was the norm. The next day I was interrogated as to why I had missed the bus, when I had been on the bus just that morning. I forget how I wrote it off, but I am convinced to this day that none of the neighborhood children who made up the interrogation team (and later, during middle and high school, grew into being nasty bullies) ever did figure out what happened. This incident was the first and last true wetting accident of my living memory, not counting any around toilet training before I started forming proper memories of conquest and destruction.
  2. Now, accidents, I'm sure most of us had them when we were younger. For this, I'm focusing on the ages, between say, 3 and 7. I want you guys to try and recall memories, no matter how vague. While the majority of stories will be wetting accidents, poop accidents are allowed. Since I started the thread, its only fair I start it off. Now, this story takes me back. It was in 2003 or so. I was about five years old, maybe five and a half. I went to the local YMCA for preschool, or maybe it was daycare. Maybe it was both, moving on. I was wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and some shoes. Now, here's the thing, gonna lay a little backstory about me back then. You see, I wasn't technically potty trained. True, I knew how to use the toilet, and how to tell when I had to go, but using diapers and beings changed seemed to help me bond more with my mom. I wasn't nervous about using diapers, and was never caught, not even by the staff. I would fill them, and no one would notice. On that day, I had a pretty substantial breakfast, including a bottle of milk or two. On that day, we were studying the Chinese Zodiac. We were called up to pick the animal we were born under, cut it out, and get it pasted onto two Popsicle sticks. I, at the time, thought I had been born under the dragon, because dragons are cool, and I liked them. What my five year old mind didn't know, which I would find out a few years after, when I was eight or nine, was that, being born in early February, I was actually a tiger, but that's beside the point. I cut out my paper dragon, and joined my classmates in the line. I only knew a few of them by name, but we didn't keep in touch. I was near the back of the line. It was a moment later that breakfast came to haunt me. I felt a sharp tingling sensation in my bladder, and my bowels felt quite full. I gently rubbed my stomach, rubbing my legs together. I normally wouldn't worry about using my diaper, but with the teacher so close, and several other kids behind me, I feared they would sniff me out. I didn't know whether or not some of my classmates were in diapers, or Pull-Ups, I never noticed if they were. Normally, I would just let go into my diaper, or find a place to relax, but I didn't want to lose my spot in line, or tell the teacher where I had been. I could already feel a few dribbles spurt into my padding, and something shifting in my gut. I knew I wouldn't hold it in much longer. I "accidentally" dropped my paper crane. My dark blue sweatpants hid my diaper pretty well. I bent down to pick it up, and began to push. I smiled as I felt a stream of urine soak my diaper, warming it up. At the same time, I blasted out a fart, muffled by my diaper and pants, and began to fill the back with a squishy mush. I stood up, got my paper dragon glued, and went on my stinky way. I was later change in the car, or get changed, rather. I shall share more stories at a later date, in the mean time, why don't you guys share yours?
  3. Chloe Evans was sat at school with her friends. The class was biology which she found boring, she knew it was still an hour until lunchtime. Although she wasn't enjoying the class she wasn't sure if she wanted it to be lunchtime or not due to a group of seniors namely one called Amy White. Her and 2 of her friends Jess and Natalie were being given a tough time by the group of older girls. The girls were all 18 and knew what exactly what they could get away with. lunchtime quickly arrived, Chloe and her friends were stood by their lockers chatting, they were just about to head over to the cafeteria to get some lunch when they heard an all too familiar voice... "Hey baby girls what are you up to" the girls looked around "w w we were just going to get our lunch" Jess stuttered in reply "well before you go I've got a deal for the 3 of you, each of you give me $10 and I won't pick one of you losers to spread a rumour about that will ruin you" " but that's all we have to buy any lunch with" "we'll it's up to you then whether you mind the whole school thinking you still suck on a baby bottle in your spare time" replied Amy with an evil grin "oh my god why are you so mean we haven't done anything to you? "You've got exactly 5 seconds to all hand me the money" begrudgingly the girls handed Amy the money. Amy and her two pals Danielle and Brooke had everything the way they wanted. All 3 of them were gorgeous which had led to them all being on the cheerleading team. They were pretty much the 3 most popular girls in the whole school, Danielle and Brooke were both dating guys that were on the football team, Amy had held back from having a boyfriend although the captain of the team was head over heels in love with her, she had gone on a couple of dates and even kissed him a few times but had never gone any further which her friends could never understand. Her perfect figure, long blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes were enough to make any guy weak at the knees. The girls had become accustomed to their social position and felt they could look down on certain people that they didn't feel matched their social standing. They had seen the group of 3 sophomores who appeared to be "average girls" who never caused any trouble and pretty much kept themselves to themselves. These girls seemed like the sort that would probably be too scared to say anything to anyone and would keep quiet out of fear. Amy, Danielle and Brooke knew they could get away with belittling Chloe and her friends. A couple of times Chloe had even had to covered up marks out of fear of her mom seeing them when Amy had hit her for not doing as she said. It was now the end of lunchtime and Chloe, Jess and Natalie had all gone without eating. They sat chatting just before the next class started. "I can't believe how mean they are to us, those bitches are happy for us to go all day without eating so they can keep our lunch money probably to spend it on make-up and clothes" said Chloe angrily "I wish there was a way of stopping them, if we told the teacher she would spread a mean rumour like what she said earlier" replied Natalie "that would be way too embarrassing to deal with" said Jess. The teacher then came in so they had to stop talking. Eventually the end of the day came around, Chloe's mom picked up her. She couldn't wait to get home so she could get something to eat as she was starving. Chloe had a younger brother called Tyler who had to be picked up from Elementary school which was 5 mins down the road. Mom then reminded Chloe that Tyler had a hospital appointment at 4:15 so they would be going straight from school to the hospital. This annoyed Chloe as she was so hungry "but Mom I'm soooo hungry cant you drop me home" "I'm sorry love but we don't have time, you know how important this appointment is for your brother we don't want to risk missing it" "ok Mom" Chloe accepted she would just have to go with them to the appointment. She remembered Mom mentioning the appointment before, that it was with a specialist consultant to try and help with Tyler's bedwetting problem. As far as Chloe could remember Tyler had always had occassional problems with wetting the bed, it only happened once every one or two weeks but still that was often enough. she knew how embarrassing it must be for him and knew how much he wanted to stop it happening. She imagined if she had been the one with a bedwetting problem how humiliated she would have felt, but she knew that people her age don't wet their beds. They soon arrived at the hospital, they found their way to the correct department which was quite a long walk as it was upstairs and at the far end of the hospital. When they found the correct area Mom checked Tyler in for the appointment "hello I've got my son Tyler Evans here he's got an appointment with Dr. Johns at 4:15" the receptionist had a look on the computer and then responded "that's great, if you follow the corridor along and take a seat in the waiting area around the corner on the left" "thank you".
  4. Would anyone be interested in seeing a story where it's a girl from high school? I would take suggestions for character ideas if you want to do it, and I'll try to update frequently, at least once a day. If you guys are interested (At least two people), then you can probably give me some ideas for what you want the character to look like. Hopefully this goes well, it's my first time trying to do something like this.
  5. When you woke up that morning, it had been like any other day. Your alarm went off at 7:00 like it was supposed to. You woke up, pulled on a t-shirt and some skinny jeans, brushed your teeth, ate half a bowl of cereal, and stood on the curb waiting for the bus while hurriedly finishing up the homework that you were supposed to have gotten done the night before. Well. Almost like any other day. There was just one difference. You'd been so distracted by the homework you had to complete, you'd forgotten to use the toilet that morning. You didn't realize until you were already halfway to school, but it was okay. You were a bit odd in that you had never really needed to relieve yourself in the morning since you turned 16 a year ago, and you only did so out of habit. Besides, your bladder was still empty -- you didn't even feel a single drop in there. Before long, your bus reached school. You absentmindedly thanked your bus driver whose name you never could remember as you climbed down the steps and onto the sidewalk. It had been like any other day. You went to your locker right away, getting everything you needed like you were supposed to. You dropped off the books you didn't need, double-checked you had your homework finished, and then headed to homeroom. Like any other day. Honestly, that's the part that hits you the hardest. It had been like any other day. How could it be that something so embarrassing could've happened on such a regular day...? ~~~ The first half of the school day had crawled by, but at last the bell rang and you were able to head to the cafeteria. As you ordered your regular soggy meatloaf, brown noodles, and questionable-looking vegetables, you realized that your water bottle was empty. The air conditioning unit at your school was broken, and so you had found yourself drinking more water than usual. So you decided to head to the vending machine to purchase a bottle of water. You sat down at your regular table, ate your food, and, of course, drank lots of water. By the end of the lunch period, you'd already gotten halfway through your water; the meatloaf had been a little too salty that day. After some consideration, you decided to buy another bottle of water. As you didn't really want to be carrying around two bottles, you chugged down the remaining half and tossed it in the trash. That was when you felt the pang. It may have been the first one, but having just drunk 32oz of water, it was surprisingly hefty. You were about to head to the bathroom when the bell rang. You really didn't want to be late for class. So you decided you could hold it for another half-hour and went to your next class. ~~~ Hey, guys! Hope you enjoyed reading Chapter One of my story. This is my first ever fic, and actually the first post I've ever made, be it forum or commenting on another post. This chapter clearly didn't contain much desperation, but I promise there'll be plenty of that in chapter two. That'll be coming out soon -- check back to see when!
  6. Hi Finally put up a new story and poll on my classroom desperation blog. Got a few more on the way but been busy due to tax season. The story is Samantha pees her panties in line for the girls room. The poll is on boys's attitudes and beliefs about girls peeing their panties in class. Enjoy
  7. When 23 year-old Rose Manning first got into teaching, she was warned about various aspects of the job. The pay isn't good enough, the workload is overwhelming, the kids are bastards - all warnings which Rose was all too familiar with. Fresh out of university, she had been lucky to find herself a job helping out with music lessons at a comprehensive school in south London. As a student teacher, she didn't expect to take many classes to start with, however she was excited about many of the opportunities for her to improve her skills, for instance, she had been put in charge of running the lower school choir for the upcoming term. She finally felt like an adult, working a full time job, living in a small flat with one of her best friends from school, eating properly cooked meals rather than the diet of Pot Noodles and takeway curries she enjoyed at university. She woke up on the morning of her first day feeling like she was ready to begin her new life. She'd finally got out of a fairly miserable fourteen month relationship with a guy who studied music with her at uni, and she felt free to meet new people, to start enjoying herself again. Rose had never been much of a morning person, but the adrenaline got her straight out of bed once her alarm rang at 6:00. Of course, the fact she was bursting for the loo also helped quicken her decision to climb out of bed and into the bathroom. She sighed as she emptied her bladder into the toilet, whilst doing the normal check of all her social media profiles at the same time. Wiping herself, before flushing the toilet, she began to shower, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on her barely blemished skin, as she ran shampoo through her luscious blonde hair. Though Rose was too modest to admit it, she really was beautiful, with her long blonde hair and stunning figure. She often found herself being cat-called on the streets by perverts, and leered at by 17 year old virgins, while she'd also been warned not to tolerate any of that sort of behaviour from the pupils she would be teaching in the upcoming months. Feeling sufficiently clean, she turned the shower off and began to dry herself. Rose opted for a tight black skirt, black tights and a smart white shirt, eager to make a good impression on the first day. After she finished getting ready, Rose headed downstairs, made herself a coffee and put the radio on. Dancing along to the music as she buttered her toast, her housemate Ellie came into the kitchen. "Someone's in a good mood!" Ellie exclaimed, wearily rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "I'm just so excited, I really feel I can make a difference to these kid's lives!" Rose answered, taking a long slip of her coffee afterwards. "Fuck off Rose, you sound like an advert for the clinically deluded," Ellie moaned, running her hands through her long brown curly hair, still messy from the night's sleep. Rose just lifted her middle finger in response, as she swigged some more coffee. Rose loved Ellie, she really did, but her pessimistic attitude didn't half irritate her. But then again, maybe that's just what she needed, someone to keep her grounded. Ellie had spent the last two months telling Rose how much she'd hate teaching, which she had managed to ignore for the most part. Of course there was an element of nervousness for Rose, but she was determined to flush out that feeling with positivity. Finishing her coffee, she gathered her things together, and headed towards the door. "Have a good day at work Ellie!" Rose shouted. "I won't," Ellie replied. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" Rose tried to press her housemate for some words of encouragement. "Don't cry on the first day," Ellie sarcastically responded. Don't cry on the first day. Solid advice, Rose thought to herself, as she closed the door behind her. It was still just about summer in England, so the walk to the tube station was perfectly pleasant, as Rose began to mentally prepare herself for the day ahead. Okay so it's assembly this morning, then Year 8 music first two lessons, then choir at lunch. God, I wonder what the Year 8's will be like, they were always the worst year when I was younger. Rose continued to think through the walk, before she found herself at the tube station. She heard the train coming in, so she quickly ran towards the platform, and jumped on a tube packed with commuters. This wasn't how she pictured the start of her new London life, crammed into a small metallic train with 50 other sweaty strangers. After twenty minutes she found herself at the right stop, so she ungracefully elbowed her way out of the carriage, and onto the platform. Rose found herself swept up by the sea of commuters, heading towards the exit door. As she slowly moved out of the station, her eye was drawn towards the sign for the ladies toilets. Ooh, I could really do with a wee, she thought to herself. However she didn't want to be late, and besides, she wasn't going to pay 30p for the privilege to do something she could do for free in less than half an hour. After a short walk, she found herself at the gates of her new school. She took in her surroundings, the faint smell of weed, the five Year 10 kids aggressively hitting a football against the wall, the worn down school building in all its glory. It wasn't exactly Hogwarts, but shit, it was an actual school that actually wanted her. She looked at her watch, 8:17am, she was running slightly late for her meeting with the headteacher. She asked a surly looking teenager to point her in the direction of the headmaster's office, and began to walk down to begin her life as a student teacher. She found the office easily enough, and noticed the ladies toilets right next door. Perfect, I'll duck in here quickly before the meeting. However just as Rose was prepared to make her way to the loo, she was interrupted by a voice. "Miss Manning, welcome, I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind," the headteacher joked, with a hint of passive-aggression in his voice. Alright, I was only four minutes late you dick. "Mr Williams, thanks so much for the opportunity, sorry, the commute took slightly longer than I expected, new to London and everything!" Rose laughed. "Don't worry, I understand. Shall we go through?" Mr Williams asked. Rose debated asking if she could go to the loo first, but she didn't want to piss off the head on her first day. She wasn't that desperate yet, as long as she could relieve herself soon. "Sure!" After ten minutes, Mr Williams led Rose to the staff room to meet the rest of her new colleagues. Rose didn't quite pluck up the courage to ask if she could go to the toilet after leaving the head's office, and the effect of the coffee from that morning was beginning to take its toll. At uni, Rose had been the subject of mockery for her tiny bladder. When out in the evenings, Rose was always the first one to find herself in desperate need of relief, and on occasion, she had even resorted to peeing in darkened alleyways, or in one instance, in an empty water bottle on the deserted top floor of the no. 68 bus. In her adult life, she had only wet herself twice, once was during Glastonbury when she was 19, when she was in the queue for the toilet and holding it became too painful, while the other time was during a hockey match at uni, where she had a full bladder hit with the full force of a hockey stick. To this day, that was one of the most embarrassing days of her life, and while her friends were all sympathetic, she hadn't played hockey since, despite being twice player of the year for her university. Since realising just how small her bladder is, Rose had always made sure to use the toilet whenever one was available, even if she didn't really have to go that badly. "So everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Miss Manning, who will be joining us as of today. She will be assisting our music teachers, as well as taking some of the extra curricular clubs too. I'm sure you'll make her feel very welcome. I need to go and prepare for assembly now; Mrs Tyler, would you be able to show Miss Manning the ropes from here?" Mrs Tyler nodded, warmly grinning at Rose, as the head left the room. "Hi Rose, great to see you again, how are you doing?" Mrs Tyler asked. Beth Tyler was a brown haired woman in her early thirties, who had met Rose during her interview. "Oh really well thanks, so excited to get stuck in, I've been looking forward to this for a while." Rose politely sipped on the cup of coffee the head gave her in his office. "Oh that's lovely to hear. So it's whole school assembly in a few minutes, then I hear you're going to be helping me with my Year 8 class, is that correct?" she asked. "Yes, so hopefully a nice easy start for me," Rose laughed, trying to gauge Beth's reaction to that comment. Beth laughed nervously "They can be a challenging bunch, but don't worry, it's your first day, I wouldn't expect you to have to deal with them alone yet." "Oh that's a relief." The thought of relief reminded Rose of her nagging bladder. "By the way, where are the toilets in here?" "They're just round the corner there," Beth pointed them out to her. Rose finished the last of her coffee, then wandered over to the loos. She pushed the door, but to no avail. Fuck, someone's in there. She crossed her legs as she stood next to the adjacent wall, waiting for the occupant to finish so she could relieve herself. The first coffee had hit her bladder, and now she was pretty desperate to go. She certainly didn't want to leave it too much longer, as the second coffee would make its way down soon. Looking at her watch, she realised it would be assembly soon, and she'd rather sit through that crossing her legs, than miss the start of it and get into trouble on her first day. She reluctantly made her way round the corner, to see Beth waiting for her. "Better?" she asked. "Sorry? Oh yeah, much better thanks," Rose replied. Why did I say that? I'm going to look like I have the bladder of a three year old if I go before break now. You idiot. "Great, these assemblies are pretty boring most of the time, but they're only once a week at least," Beth joked. As the two headed into assembly, Rose began mentally working out a way to get to a toilet without seeming like she had a bladder condition. For now, she would just have to hold it.
  8. Just put up a brand new story on my classroom pantie pee blog. http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/ashley-pees-her-panties-on-the-bus.html This is one for jeans folks and is based on one of the responses from my first sightings poll. I feel its my best one yet so enjoy!
  9. I was in kindergarten when I heard that a girl in first grade had wet her pants in school, and that instantly started me fantasizing about the same thing happening to me. I fantasized about it every day in first grade until a warm sunny spring day, which I thought would be a good day for it to happen. At bathroom breaks in the morning I drank lots of water and didn't use the facilities. At lunch I drank lots of water both before and after eating. I think I imagined it being like times when I was 3, and it happened unexpectedly. When I was horribly desperate and still holding on, I realized I'd suffer like that for a long time, and I chickened out. But the teacher asked if I could hold on for a while, and I thought I could, and was afraid of saying otherwise anyway. When we stood to sing I stood there in agony and thought of letting go, since I wanted to wet myself, but I was chicken and at any rate I had wanted to lose control. So I thought unfortunately I'd just have to be in agony for a while and then go to the facilities. But it kept getting worse. Finally I reached a point where I thought it would happen if I didn't run for it. The teacher had said that was allowed if necessary. I didn't have the willpower to do that. And part of me was still thinking it would be fun to have an accident. I thought I would feel my loss of control approaching and be able to decide at the last second whether to run for it. While thinking this through I suddenly felt something that's never happened before or since: I wasn't _yet_ wetting but I felt the loss of control and knew it was going to happen in about five seconds. Then I felt the fluid moving through me, then toward then end of my dick, then finally reaching the top, then flowing out onto the side of my leg. I had wanted it to shoot upward, not sideways. Then it was running down my right leg and I feared it would soak the bottom of my sock, as had sometimes happened when I was three. Then it did that and a pool started forming on the floor. Everyone else was still standing there singing. Then my dick stood straight up and the pee shot upward, just as I'd imagined it, and went above my waist and soaked the lower part of my shirt, then down both legs. And soaked the bottom of both feet and formed two puddles on the floor, which kept expanding. I and thought: that's enough. But I had no control at all and couldn't stop it or slow it down. My pants got completely soaked and it kept on flowing. Some of it fell to the floor between my legs instead of running down the inside of my clothes and made an audible sound of water falling onto a puddle, and the girl standing behind me shrieked and shouted out that I was wetting my pants and everyone fell silent. It still kept flowing. I couldn't even slow it down. I kept going until there was none left. After discussing what had happened for a minute, the teacher ordered my to go finish what I'd started in the bathroom. There was nothing to finish. Going out into the hallway was unthinkable. I didn't budge. But she stood her ground. I obeyed. There wasn't anything left to finish. On the way back I kept thinking the cloth diaper and plastic pants she was about to make me wear would have been useful a few minutes earlier. That didn't happen. No one ever mentioned it to me after that. What started me fantasizing about doing this was hearing about a girl's accident. One fantasy I have is that a girl who saw me do this appreciated it in that way and it got her started fantasizing and led her into a wetting fetish. It would have been nice if the kind of females who populate this site had been the ones who saw me.
  10. My best friend in freshman year lived in a town about twenty miles away, so every day she had endure a 30 minute bus ride. I guess one time she didn't go to the toilet before leaving her house, and really had to pee by the time she arrived at school, which is when I met her. She was visibly desperate. We were seated next to each other, and I could see her fidgeting and grabbing her crotch. First hour was english class (second language for us), and she asked the teacher whether she could leave for the toilet - which was rejected. She acted like it didn't bother her, but I could clearly see that she'd basically jammed her hand in her crotch. At the end of the lesson, she went to the toilet, and I could see a wet spot on her sexy black jeans. She was basically running towards the bathroom, with every stride showing her sexy panty line. She came out a bit later, and I didn't get another chance to look at her crotch, but I definitely saw a little wet spot between her legs as she was running towards the toilet. Sexy as hell. Her panties were wet as fuck I'm sure. Imagine if the bathroom had been occupied - I still dream about what would've happened. I have another story. If you want me to share it, tell me.
  11. Female

    Hi Everyone! I'm Lily. I'm a 29 year old female who is into omorashi...obviously. I'm 5'7". Approximately 132lbs. I have dark brown hair and blue eyes. Today I'm going to tell you about my favorite early omorashi childhood memory. I have A LOT of memories in addition to this one. Some memories are about myself and others are about friends I had growing up. I even have memories during my 20s that I could eventually share. I'm going to start with my favorite, but that doesn't mean the other memories aren't great either! Please reply to this post and share your favorite early memory too! In fact, here's the deal: the more replies I get of people telling me their own memories, the more updates I will add to this post telling additional memories I have. Okay here we go with the first one. This story is 100% true. I tired to recall the dialogue as best as I could. During my elementary school years, I had a best friend. Her name was Charlotte. Charlotte had blonde hair, blue eyes, and an average build. Practically everyday after school, I would go over to Charlotte's house to play. Her house was literally right around the corner from our elementary school, whereas, my house was a good 6 blocks. Also, my mother worked full time when I was a child and she wouldn't get off work until around 5pm and school ended for us around 3:00pm. Because of my mother's work hours, Charlotte's mother agreed to watch me after school until my mother could pick me up. On the day of this particular memory in question, our class at school had a Halloween party. We were in the 2nd grade and both Charlotte and I were 7 years old. Our school parties were also at the end of the day. We'd do our school work until the last couple of hours of the school day and then the remainder of the day would be devoted to eating sugary snacks, listening to music and drinking a ton of liquids (party). It seemed that every party was catered with the same beverage: gallon jugs of sugary orange drink. Thinking back on it, I can recall the sickeningly sweet fake orange taste, but at the time, I loved it and I would drink cups and cups of the stuff during any chance I got. Keep in mind, Charlotte was my best friend, so during the party we naturally were inseparable and during the course of the party hours, I got an eye witness account of her downing about 6-7 cups of the orange drink. Since it was a Halloween party, we were both dressed in costumes. I was a black cat that year; which meant I was wearing black stretch pants and a tight black top (along with a headband with ears and face paint). Charlotte was an angel. She was wearing a cream colored gown with a homemade halo made of wire and Christmas garland. Underneath her gown, her mother made her wear a pair of pink leggings in case her gown flew up as she was playing and running around. She was also wearing a matching pink top to match the leggings. I remember during the party Charlotte kept complaining that her costume was hot. Looking back, I think that's one of the reasons she drank so much of the orange drink. Right before our school party ended and it was time to go home, I told Charlotte I was going to ask the teacher if I could run across the hallway to the restroom to go pee because I had to go pretty bad from drinking so much myself. I asked Charlotte if she wanted to come with me, but she said no. She was engrossed in running around and playing with our other friends, eating candy, and dancing to the silly Halloween music like, "Monster Mash". She told me she had to pee a little, but would wait until she got home and she'd be okay because her house was so close. I said, "fine" and got permission from the teacher to go to the bathroom. I walked across the hallway to the bathroom, peed, and came back to our classroom all right away. By the time I got back to the classroom, the parents were arriving to pick their children up to go home. Charlotte's mother was among them. Charlotte's mother told us to gather our things so that we could leave. Charlotte and I walked over to our desks to gather up all our candy and party favors and I saw that Charlotte was holding her crotch. I asked her about it and she said, "I need to go pee pretty bad now, but I don't feel like going now. I can wait til we get home." I said, "okay." We then finished gathering our things and we left shortly after with Charlotte's mother. During the short walk to her house, Charlotte seemed really animated. She stopped a couple of times to do a little dance and one time when her mother wasn't paying attention (walking in front of us), Charlotte stopped for a second and grabbed her crotch really tight. I asked her if she was okay and she said, "My pee feels like it's about to come out. I need to pee pee so bad now." I just replied that we are almost home and she could make it to the bathroom. When we got to her house and inside her door, Charlotte immediately removed her costume claiming once again that she was hot. She threw her costume down on the floor in the foyer. This left her wearing her pink leggings and pink top only. Right after she took her costume off, she proceeded toward the bathroom on the 1st floor. Before she could make it to the bathroom, her mother called out, "Charlotte, come into the kitchen and look what I bought for you." Charlotte stopped midway in her tracks and ran into the kitchen instead. I followed her. When we arrived into the kitchen, we saw that what her mother wanted to show her was a new dress she'd bought for Charlotte that day. She told us the dress was what she wanted Charlotte to wear to an upcoming party their family was going to for one of their family friends. She told us to take the dress up to Charlotte's room and place it on the dresser and she would be up in a little while to have Charlotte try it on. The whole time we were in the kitchen, Charlotte couldn't keep still very well. She kept jumping up and down and doing little dance moves. She refrained from holding her crotch though. My assumption is she didn't want her mother to know how bad she had to pee because her mother would have scolded her for not using the restroom before leaving school. Her mother made no comment on Charlotte's movements. I guess she assumed she was hyperactive from all the sugar at the Halloween party. After leaving the kitchen, Charlotte and I immediately started to head up to her bedroom. Halfway up the stairs, Charlotte dropped to her knees dramatically, made the sound of sucking air with her teeth and started to whimper. I was ahead of her on the stairs. I heard the thud of her dropping to her knees and the sounds she was making and stopped to look back at her. She looked up at me wide eyed and said in a shocked voice, "I peed a little bit." I replied shocked as well, "You peed your pants?" She said back hesitantly, "Not really. Just peed a tiny bit in my panties. My leggings don't feel wet." I told her that she better get up and get to the bathroom before she peed more. Her comeback was, "Hold on a sec, Lily. I just need to sit here a minute and hold myself." I then watched her proceed to position her leg so that she was sitting down hard on her ankle. She sat on her ankle and rocked back and forth, sucking in air the whole time. She did this for a good while and then all of a sudden she took both her hands and grabbed onto her crotch and held on for what felt like a whole 30 seconds. The whole time she was sitting there rocking and holding her crotch she was looking down at herself holding herself. She was also making little whimpering noises here and there. Then finally she said, "Okay. I'm better now." Charlotte raised herself from the stairs and continued to climb up to the 2nd floor. When we got to the 2nd floor she grabbed herself again really tight and said almost panicky, "Come on, let's hurry up and put this dress in my room." We walked into her bedroom and she frantically threw the dress on top of her dresser. Immediately after that, she stood up straight and got really ridged and grabbed her crotch again very tight. She then crossed her legs and did a sort of dance where she was walking backward clumsily and called out to me in a voice that sounded like she was on the verge of crying, "I'm going to pee pee in my pants. Lily, I'm going to pee my pants. I can't hold it anymore. I have to pee too bad. Lily, what am I going to do? I'm going to have an accident." I thought for sure she was going to pee her pants right there on the spot, but she gained control after a minute. She kept standing there though holding her crotch. She seemed unable to move for awhile. Finally, she started to walk toward the bathroom with her hand in her crotch. She walked a few paces and then stopped. She crouched down, sucking in some more air. She stood back up, walked some more, and stopped again. She looked at me pleadingly and said, "I don't think I can make it to the potty, Lily. My pee is starting to come out again." I replied with, "Maybe if you run, you can still make it." She looked at me and said, "Okay." Charlotte ran out of her room while holding her crotch. I followed her as she ran to the 2nd floor bathroom. I walked out of her bedroom and halfway down the hall toward the bathroom myself. I saw Charlotte run into the bathroom and collapse on the bathroom floor. She did not close the door because she was in such a hurry. She was sitting on the bathroom floor on her knees with her legs sprawled out behind her. She was wiggling furiously and whimpering as she was wiggling. Then all of a sudden, Charlotte got extremely still and I heard a faint hissing sound and the sound of her start to cry. I yelled out to her and asked her what was wrong and between sniffling she called back, "I'm peeing in my pants and I can't stop." And she couldn't stop indeed. The hissing was so loud and so strong and the puddle was growing so big that I was standing there in silent awe watching it happen. Charlotte continued to pee and pee. She didn't say anything more, but looked down at her lap watching herself flood her leggings. Finally she was done. She stood up and her pink leggings were soaked in the back and the front. There was also the biggest puddle I'd ever seen on the bathroom floor. Her face was also bright red and tear streaked. She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry. I had to pee so bad and it just came out. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't." I just shrugged. Soon after that, she changed and we told her mother what happened. Her mother was understanding because well...accidents happen. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay. Now let's hear your memories!
  12. -Couple weeks back I posted a list of high-school field-trip pees. Lost track of where I put those. For completeness I offer the two favorites I remember. My apologies for my very poor typing. Hopefully, better on this laptop. A family emergency called our electrician away midday. So the manager sent me up a wobbly ladder into a very high lighting grid to finish the electrician’s assignment and get intimate with my acrophobia. But when I forced my eyes open the entire exhibit hall entered my view field – with all the 8-foot false walls a rare experience for me. I’d hardly forced my eyes open when a high-school field-trip group entered the exhibit hall. Most teachers let visits to our museum be grub days. Apparently this teacher took the opposite view. Not formal, but in-fashion school cloths all around. Even so, one girl stood out as exceptionally sophisticated looking and seemingly decisive. She strode directly to an environmental exhibit and started taking notes. Twenty seconds lated that first impression crumbled. She went ridged and snapped her left hand tight between legs, right hand still clutching her pen and notebook. Fifteen seconds later she relaxed and went back to taking notes. What?! She didn’t look like the type to risk having to hold herself a second time in front of 30 other students. If I wasn’t hugging the lighting grid so tightly, I would have fallen in a heap next to her. But not only did she take the risk, she repeated the same going stiff and holding herself three more times without the slightest hint of looking for a restroom. (She’d been rather close to one when approaching the exhibit hall. But as I said about the signs. . .) The fifth time her hand went between her legs, it stayed for no more than 3 seconds before she jerked it away and ran in place. Then she ran to her teacher and said something. He responded with something. She shook her head violently. He looked around, picked a second female student and the trio headed out to door toward the closest restrooms. Following them would be too obvious. But I could pretend to check wiring next to where the girl had run in place. The girl had not dribbled on the floor. But I feel certain she jerked her hand away to prevent a leak into panties reaching her dress skirt. Another curious thing had happened. The other students paid zero attention to her behavior. Was this such a common thing it bored the other students? Twenty minutes later I’d finished the assigned task. I dropped the electricians belt in my shop, checked my own work orders (nothing pressing) and (as my manager expected me to) started my mid-afternoon exhibit inspection tour. No wet between the energy and environment hall and the restrooms. Maybe the building custodian had already been there. No sign of teacher and two girls. No sign of the other adults and students. And only minor exhibit issues waiting my attention. Presumably, the E&E hall was their finial stop in the museum. Most field trips had a meet-point. Since FRS radio and cell phones no class waisted much time regrouping. So I have no absolute proof the student leaked – just an otherwise unexplained change in behavior. I went back to my shop to sulk. The next incident contains the opposite gaps: I missed the preliminaries but saw proof of the wetting. To increase the contrast the girl wore blue shorts, a T shirt, sneakers, bobby socks and nothing more sophisticated than her three-ring binder. As I exited the passage from my shop to the restroom landing the girl saw me first. As she spun her back away from me and tried to cover her shorts front, she composed, “Oh, Hello.” Doubt I’d noticed her had I she not spun and addressed me. Of course, given her greeting, spin, hesitation and then backing into the women’s room, I could hardly help noting the dripping from her shorts hem. I descended into a hall housing the mathematics and reptile exhibits. A high-school field trip group (composed of students mostly half a head taller than the girl who had just greeted me) watched a college-student temporary-employee stow materials she’d just used during the boa constrictor mini-presentation. When fed, the creature is quite harmless. The college employee more or less wears it. While the employee handles the creature, it’s within half an arms length of any visitor wishing to approach that close. At the time I could think of three scenarios, all probably wrong. We might as well speculate the girl had done battle with a 32-ounce slushy at the fast-food circle next to the museum. (1) Two machines demonstrating statistical principles seemed to hypnotize the occasional visitor. Perhaps see watched one of these until her bladder gave the two-minute warning signal. She ran around the hall a couple times looking for a sign or person point to the restroom (up a flight of stairs). She might have peed ascending the stairs. Possibly she didn’t pee until startled by my appearance out of an unmarked door. (2) She wasn’t actually desperate, just somewhere along the scale. She missed the call for the boa-constrictor presentation. When she noticed, she had to squeeze through taller students to get a view. In so doing she came nose-to-nose with the creature. At this point she did a startle pee. (3) A bad need to pee had turned worse while she tried to escape the maze in the exhibit hall above. She had arrived within 5 feet of the women’s room when I arrived out of my rusty door. Therefore, I don’t actually know whether she arrived from the exhibit hall above or the one below. Much to my surprise, I saw her twice more during the next hour. Fifteen minutes later she was in the exhibit hall above covering her derrière with a three-ring binder she’d not had when I first saw her. She remained in the same soaked shorts and acted embarrassed. Another twenty minutes found her on a courtyard bench chatting with her teacher and looking relaxed. I could tell the teacher had noticed my interest somewhere earlier in the situation.
  13. Well I am up on Weeby http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/ And I have significantly rewritten Allison Pees Her Panties and it is longer and I believe more engaging. So do read it. It takes in the input I have gotten from you in my fiction survey. What is neat is that when the bell rings you can take part in the aftermath of her pantie pee by taking a survey where you can play out what you would say and do if you were her or a classmate. It also asks what you think of the story Enjoy. Next story will have Denise peeing her panties in tight skinny pants or jeans...
  14. I have a new story on my classroom desperation blog. This is one for you jeans fans and have a VERY INTERESTING TWIST. So go to the blog at http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com I finished updating Allison pees her panties based on the interactive fiction survey and moved it under the Stories tab so enjoy that too. Also I want to continue to invite girls to fill out my What is it like to pee your panties poll for girls only
  15. Hey guys this is my first ever post and story so I need your help! This is a story that you all will choose the fate! Hope you enjoy! ------ "Lizzie, time to wake up! You have to get ready for school!" I heard my mom call out from the living room. "Ugh, first day of highschool." I got up and felt <...> A: that I had wet the bed B: the soft carpet on my bare toes C: the clothes sprawled all over my bedroom floor D: a little chilly because I was only in underwear
  16. It's been a while, I know, but I've been quite busy lately.... anyway, here's a nice story that happened a while back in my freshman year.... it involved a girl during a quiz, hence the title, so, anyway..... here goes! It was a cold day where I lived, about 3 degrees Fahrenheit, for it was 4 days before winter began, so 90% of the students wore pants. (The other 10 percent were all either stupid or had a lot of blubber :P.) Anyway, this plays a large role in the story. It was a few days before the end of the semester, so they crammed in 4 tests and 2 quizzes throughout all of our classes that day, and this story took place during the final quiz during the last hour before lunch. We had a quiz over terms for a larger test coming the following Monday, as well as a couple of other assignments. The culprit in this story is..... well, we'll call her Hannah (not her real name :P.) She was cute, but sort of an annoying cute if anyone could relate.... kind of a trickster, with a little looks involved, and she's super relatable, no matter who you are; she could always understand your problems. She was also really open and talkative. She had some freckles on her cheeks, and was about 5'2, with strawberry-blonde hair at the time. (On the specific day of the incident, she wore very tight light-gray pants, and I believe I recall a moderate cameltoe) Back to the quiz, anyway... it consisted of 50 questions, so it wasn't quick, and we had to complete our other 3 assignments before any breaks. (Again, we were super packed.) After I'd finished, (100%, :D kind of a Sheldon Cooper, minus the gay XD) the teacher had given me the grading responsibilities, for she was incredibly old and lazy. So, as I arrived at Hannah's desk, I noticed a slight leg bounce.... I thought nothing of it, and checked on her progress; she had only completed 10 problems! Again, I thought nothing of it, and walked on. 20 minutes later, everyone had finished the quiz, including Hannah... so, as she started her other 3 assignments, I took my seat, (adjacent and down, a perfect view of everything happening :P) and noticed her squeeze her thighs, much to my surprise. After that, she went up to the teacher to ask for the bathroom, but was declined, for she hadn't completed her assignments. I would've helped her, but the teacher didn't allow. After completing the first one, she continued to squeeze her thighs, and, eventually, cross her legs. Lucky for me, we each had this class 2 periods in a row, lit to grammar. She didn't complete her 2nd one before I heard her gasp and then hold her breath, squeezing her thighs tightly. She, again, begged the teacher, but, again, was declined, much to her dismay. When coming back, however, I'd noticed a slight dark spot, obvious on her light gray pants. This could get interesting, I began to think. And, oh man, did it. 25 minutes later, she completed her 2nd and started on the 3rd, more frequently fidgeting and recrossing her legs along the way. After completing about 1/4 of the 3rd assignment, she repeated the first process when she leaked, and leaked a bit more this time, creating a half-baseball sized patch. After this, she beckoned me over with one hand, while holding with the other. "I have to pee sooooo bad, can you please tell the teacher to let me go? She won't let me, and I figured since you're, like, the teacher's pet, you could convince her," she pleaded. I almost contemplated not telling her, but she looked really pleading, so I did. So I walked over to the teacher; "Will you let Hannah use the restroom?" I asked. I half hoped her to say no, but something inside me wanted to let her make it. "Has she completed her papers?" she asked. "No," I was forced to admit. "Then no," she said. As I walked back to Hannah, she looked hopeful, but I had to bear the bad news. "Dang!" she declared. "I don't think I can make it." She started working again, but when about halfway done, she repeated the leaking process, but this time, a lot more came out, creating a softball-sized patch and a small puddle on her seat. "Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee," she despaired. I actually thought she may make it, but when only 2 questions remained, she spurted, forced her hands in her crotch, and lost a ton; but not all. Some got down her legs, and her crotch was soaked. "Oh god," she said. She then completed the paper, and turned it in, and got a few odd looks from peers. The first thing she did when up was ask the teacher for the bathroom, but, much to her dismay, was declined, for only 5 minutes remained, and the teacher forced her to wait. "I can't make it that long!" she declared under her breath when arriving back at her desk. Suddenly, she stood up, forced her crotch into the corner of the desk held her breath, and leaked; but this time, it didn't cease. It began to leak all over the desk, and began dripping off, and she did everything in her power to stop it: holding, crossed legs, etc. But she failed, and her piss ran everywhere, and she began tearing up, and a puddle formed beneath her. At this point, everyone had noticed, and she began crying. It was all over her cameltoe-induced crotch, as well as her butt and legs. She was the sent home, and it was over. Her seat, papers, and the floor were covered, however, and it was an awesome experience to watch. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! It was a ton of fun to write, and more stories are to come :)
  17. If you've read my other experiences you'd know about that time when I was stuck bursting at the swimming pool. But that wasn't my worst experience. The absolutely WORST pee holding experience I had happened another year before my swimming pool incident. It happened at school. I have a fatal personality trait. It's being exceptionally shy in all situations. When I was at school, I would never dare raise my hand for the toilet even if I was bursting, and that ended up in many desperate situations. Right before my fourth-to-sixth periods we had a short recess. If I didn't pee then, then I would most definitely have to struggle with a bursting bladder for the next three lessons. But the girl's toilet in my school was, euphemistically, not the cleanest and I tried at all costs not to pee at school. These conflicting reasons led me to many desperate experiences, and led to my most painful pee holding experience ever. That day started off like a normal one. Even during recess I barely felt the need to pee. But during the fourth lesson my bladder filled up quickly. In these situations I would cross my legs tightly, for I always believed that especially for girls, crossing my legs can help squeeze my pee hole shut with my thighs. It was also less conspicuous as many people crossed their legs. My body was being more active than usual and before the fourth period ended, I was already bursting. I felt my legs grow weak and my stomach ached from the pressure. I knew I had to ask for permission to pee sooner or later. But every time I made the move to do so, I felt incredibly shy and my lips would falter. I decided only to ask at the final moment. I had to pee so badly. My legs were numb after crossing them for so long. I was lucky I sat in a corner so people won't notice me in my predicament. But it didn't escape the notice of Katie who sat next to me. She is a good friend and being a girl, she understood all too well how I hated using school toilets. I guess my expression told her everything - I was close to tears. She confronted me plainly, "Are you holding your pee again?" I remember reddening so much I could feel my cheeks burn. "Please, Keep your voice down!" Katie was one of those carefree girls who wasn't shy of anything. She always rolled her eyes on my shy behaviour and that's what she did again. I can't remember the precise words she said, but she told me I shouldn't always hold my pee so often. She made me promise I would ask for permission to pee if I really couldn't hold it. Then we realised - we had our math lesson next. Our math teacher was the worst. She was a self-centred hag who demanded 100% attention and couldn't stand the slightest disturbance. A chill went through me. There was no way she would let me use the toilets, but I neither could I hold it for another lesson. Our math lesson started. I had to squirm on my seat, it was impossible to sit still. I thought about peeing secretly in a bottle but it was impossible not to make noise. I really really really wanted to hold myself but it was really awkward to do so in my school uniform. Our school uniform was really stupid. They made our tops 'respectable' by covering our shoulders and breasts with a tight shirt, but our skirt was, literally, a miniskirt. I wear skirts a lot but I don't usually wear things as short as my school uniform. It barely reached half my thighs. And to compound on our image of 'ladiness', the dumb skirt was really tight, like a pencil skirt. I guess it made sure girls had to sit properly or else our panties would show. Anyway, in uniform like this, holding myself meant reaching UNDER my skirt to hold myself, and I didn't want to do that, even if Katie was the only one watching. Time was moving incredibly slow. I had never had to pee this badly (seriously, even my later experiences were a bit less painful). We were halfway through our lesson. I could feel tears swimming in my eyes. Our school made us use hard bound diaries and as a last resort, I forced the corner of it on my va****. It was relieving, with a bit of outward pressure helping. For the next few minutes I kept massaging myself with my diary, and managed to hold it in. Katie whispered to me 'you must need to go really bad' and I gave her a despairing nod. I was too much. I was shy but peeing myself in class is even more embarrassing. I raised my hand for permission. I asked simply for permission to use the bathroom. The old hag said I had to answer her question first to prove I had been listening and pointed to a bunch of symbols on the blackboard. I suck at maths and even if I didn't, it would be impossible with a bursting bladder in my way. So she didn't let me. I was blushing so badly. Now everyone knew I had to pee, but couldn't. I held myself under my skirt, it was my only hope. I could feel my va***** throbbing from all the pressure. Katie looked worried. There was still 20 minutes before lesson ended. I struggled for a while. I was so desperate. I was shaking my legs and holding myself. I could feel my pee coming out. A gush of pee came out and I only just managed to stop it. I knew I was reaching my limit. It was now or never. I asked for permission again, with a few words of pleading. When the teacher was about to refuse, Katie screamed " please she's been holding it for hours. She going to pee herself!" Wanting to save herself trouble, the teacher let me. I rushed out. The girls toilet was quite a distance from my classroom. I was still holding myself with both hands while I ran to pee. But halfway I stopped. I could feel my hands becoming warm. I was already peeing. I quickly ran over to a patch of grass. I stood there and finished my pee. There was no one around and the grass soaked my pee anyway. Now I was thankful to my uniform, since it was so short and tight, it didn't get wet. I went to the toilet to clean myself, and I had no choice but to discard my panties. So that ends my most painful experience. I went back to class red-faced and Katie, who is a very thoughtful girl, knew I was hiding something. I told her I peed myself and had no panties on. She looked half amused, half worried and told me to be careful for the rest of the day. Luckily, all went by just fine.
  18. This was one of my first public accidents at school I was in my kindergarten class, my little sweat pants and shirt, and my curly blonde hair put into pigtails ( i was adorable!) We had done our daily activities, singing, reading, and writing. Now it was playtime before school was over, we had a good amount of time to play till the end of the day Here's the problem, I had big anxiety issues and was scared of asking for anything, I hardly spoke I was so nervous and shy all the time. We had a rule in kindergarten " If you need to go potty, you put 2 thumbs up, and that will be the signal * I gotta go potty* " Well... I hated that rule, although it was better then publicly asking, it made it more embarrassing, because we had a waiting chair for the potty, so if someone was in there, you had to sit there and wait. So over the course of the day, I had not used the potty at all, and I was getting desperate. I held myself between my legs with one hand, and was sitting and coloring for the time being, trying to distract myself. That didn't last much longer............ 20 minutes later i was squirming desperate, the teacher asked me if i wanted to play one of the grocery games, which was only assigned to 1 kid each week, and they picked me, I said no.... and sat there holding it in I was holding myself tight, squirming in my seat, not focusing on playing or coloring anymore.... all i wanted to do was pee.... I finally tried to gather some courage to ask to go potty, when another person came up and asked first, I was panicked M y teacher looked at me and asked " did you need something?" I crossed my legs and shook my head no, there was no way, I can't ask, its embarrassing, I can hold it, it's almost time to go home.... I can make it.... Or so I thought..... I sat there, face red, and then... it happened....... a small leak, only it didn't stop.... I sat there, in my chair, and started to pee.... I gasped and tried to stop it, afraid of someone seeing, but all I did was get my hands wet I sat there, and sighed in relief, and peed.... it felt like hours of how long I peed... " I didn't think i could hold it this long.... it feels so good.... so much better" There was a large dark spot on my pants, a puddle on the chair, and a large puddle on the floor. I snapped back and realized I just peed my pants... IN SCHOOL! and no one noticed yet? I then hid the rest of the time, the teachers found the puddle but couldn't find who did it. As we were about to leave, i placed my backpack around my crotch behind me so no one saw, and I went home and no one noticed.. I hope you guys enjoyed it!
  19. Here are some male desperation sightings that I can recall from a few years ago when I was at school. Our school had quite a strict policy on toilets – they were kept locked most of the time and were only unlocked during break, lunchtime and after school had ended. Teachers would usually let people go during lessons but not always, so it was not uncommon to see desperate students rushing to the loos after lessons had ended. One guy I was mates with (I’ll call him Adam) would put off going for a piss all day if he could. However, sometimes he needed to piss so badly that he had no choice but to relieve himself, especially as he had a long bus journey to school in the morning, and would always drink a lot during the day including a cup of tea before leaving his house. During one morning break, someone was punching him as a joke and he said ‘Ohh don’t, I’ll piss myself’ and reached down, giving his cock a quick squeeze through his school uniform trousers. He held on for a couple more minutes, and just as he turned to head towards the boy’s toilets, the bell rang for the next lesson. He sighed and turned around, walking towards his class in the opposite direction. After that hour-long lesson had ended, I saw him walking quickly to the toilets gritting his teeth. He saw me as I walked past and said ‘Back in a sec, I’m dying for a piss’. He was very tense and red-faced, and looked as if he was close to soaking his pants. He met up with me a few minutes later, looking much more relaxed. Another lunchtime, towards the end of it, we were standing around chatting and I noticed that Adam couldn’t stand still for a second. He was fidgeting from foot to foot, bouncing on the spot, pulling his waistband away from his bladder, and his hand kept drifting towards his crotch, not quite holding himself but he was clearly dying to grab himself through his trousers. He looked absolutely bursting, and after a couple of minutes he obviously decided he couldn’t hang on any longer. He moaned out loud and said ‘I need a fucking piss!’, squeezing his cock for a second before turning around and walking very quickly towards the loos, bent over slightly as he walked. He must have been very desperate to go, as he’d been hanging on for well over 5 hours at that point and had been drinking a large bottle of fruit juice earlier in the day, not to mention his morning cup of tea. One afternoon, we had PE, the last lesson of the day. During the warm up exercises and stretches I noticed that Adam could hardly stand still, and seemed to be absolutely bursting to go. After the stretches, we were told to jog around the gym. I noticed Adam speaking to the PE teacher, who shook her head and told him to start jogging with everyone else. He did as he was told, but was jogging much slower than normal. I asked him why he was jogging so slowly and he said quietly ‘I really need a piss, I haven’t been all day and Miss won’t let me go’. For the rest of the lesson we played volleyball, and at one point somebody tripped over. I saw Adam point at them and laugh, then when he thought nobody was looking, he moved his hand to his crotch and squeezed his cock hard through his PE shorts for a few seconds. He was fidgety for the whole lesson, constantly shifting from foot to foot, crossing his legs and I saw him hold himself a few more times through his shorts. After the lesson ended and we got changed back into school uniform, he had to go and catch the bus and didn’t get chance to go for a piss. He must have been absolutely dying by the time he got home. In another PE lesson, again the last lesson of the day, we were taking turns on the trampolines. Whenever Adam’s turn came, he passed it up and let the next person go instead. We were standing next to each other and I could see him shifting around, dancing from foot to foot and bending forwards with his hands resting on his crotch. He was obviously desperate to piss and hadn’t relieved himself all day, so bouncing up and down was the last thing he wanted to do! People soon realised that Adam kept missing his turn and started telling him to get on. The teacher overheard and told him that he had to take part in the lesson. Reluctantly, he climbed up on the trampoline, bounced a couple of times and did a ‘seat drop’, which involved bouncing on the trampoline in a sitting position, which must have been very difficult on a full bladder. He then climbed off despite only having been on a few seconds, moaning slightly under his breath as he stood back in his position next to me. He quickly reached down and gripped his cock through his shorts for a second, gritting his teeth. He realised I’d seen him squeezing himself and said ‘I’m actually gonna piss myself.’ He had to hang on for the rest of the lesson, but luckily for him he managed to avoid having to bounce on the trampoline again. I also remember seeing someone else desperate during another PE lesson on trampolines. As soon as his turn finished he walked quickly to our teacher, who was mid-conversation with another teacher. As he waited for her to finish her conversation, he was shifting from foot to foot and bending over, occasionally squeezing his cock through his tracksuit bottoms. Some of his mates had noticed this and were laughing at him, and the guy seemed very embarrassed and red faced. Eventually the teacher noticed him and he asked her if he could go to the toilet, struggling to stand still as he spoke. She initially said no, but he said ‘Please Miss I’m desperate!’, stepping from foot to foot and bending forwards. She realised he was genuinely desperate and said he could go, handing him the keys to unlock the toilets just down the corridor. He came back a bit later looking red faced but relieved. During one outdoors PE lesson, we were stood around waiting for the teacher, who had gone to get his keys to unlock the shed where all the equipment was kept. One of the lads I was stood with said ‘I might go for a pee behind the shed’ and gave his cock a quick squeeze, bending forwards slightly. We laughed at him and told him he was bound to get caught, but he said ‘I don’t care, I’m desperate for one, I’ve been holding it in for ages’. He stood fidgeting for a while before deciding he’d have to go for one, but just as he started to walk towards the shed he saw the teacher coming back with the keys. He came back looking anxious, realising he’d just have to hold on until the end of the lesson. He spent the rest of the lesson looking increasingly desperate, wishing he’d gone for a pee while he had the chance. At the start of lunchtime, I was dropping my bag off in our form/homeroom classroom when two classmates walked in, I’ll call them Jack and Alex. Jack was fidgety and in a hurry, and was stepping from foot to foot quickly. ‘Come on I need a pee!’ he said as he put his back down, and Alex said ‘So do I but I don’t have time, I’ve got to go to a detention’. Alex stepped from foot to foot once and they both walked out. Later on that afternoon, I was sat next to Alex in a geography lesson. He was clearly still in need of a pee as he looked flustered and red-faced. He was bouncing a knee rapidly up and down and I could tell he was desperate. He somehow held it through the rest of the lesson and eventually must have got home and had a very relieving piss. I also saw Jack desperate once during a science lesson that was the last lesson of the day. Half way through the lesson he mentioned that he ‘needed a pee’. A few minutes later he stood up and his bladder must have been fuller than he thought, because he had to hold himself for a few seconds through his grey school uniform trousers. I laughed and he jokingly hit me. ‘It’s not funny, I need a pee!’ he said, looking anxiously at the teacher. Another guy in the class called Michael noticed this and told us that he needed to go as well, but our teacher wouldn’t let him. A little while later, Jack and Michael were both standing around waiting to get some equipment from a cupboard. Jack was shifting from foot to foot, bursting for a pee, and Michael asked him if he was desperate. Jack said he was ‘really desperate’, and Michael said ‘yeah me too’. As they waited, Michael made a frustrated ‘mmmmmgghhh’ sound and gritted his teeth, pushed his thighs together tightly while leaning to the side. Both of them were very fidgety all lesson, and towards the end Jack could barely sit still, constantly bouncing his legs under the table. When the bell finally rang, Jack stood up and gave his cock a quick squeeze before hurrying out of the room to the toilets, closely followed by Michael. After a long assembly just before lunchtime, we were stood around chatting when Jack came hurrying up to us looking very red-faced. 'I need a fucking pee but the toilets are locked!' he said laughing, bending forwards and holding himself before dancing from foot to foot. He stood around fidgeting for a couple of minutes before hurrying off back to the toilets to wait for a teacher to come and open them. During an afternoon IT lesson, a guy in the class (I’ll call him Sam) asked our teacher if he could go to the toilet. She refused, as Sam was known as a bit of a troublemaker and had been caught wandering round the school before when he should have been in lessons. He pleaded with her, saying he was desperate and really did need to go, and that he’d come straight back, but the teacher was having none of it. Sam looked really frustrated and ended up wandering round the classroom, complaining to anyone who would listen that he was ‘bursting for a piss’ but he wasn’t allowed to go. At one point he wandered towards the door, but the teacher got there first and told him to sit down. He shifted from foot to foot, asking her again to let him go for a pee as he was desperate, but she refused to let him leave. He ended up sitting back down, complaining to the girl sat next to him, who had been watching all of this with amusement, that he wasn’t going to do any work because he was ‘desperate for the toilet’. As soon as the bell rang for the end of the lesson, Sam hurried towards the door before the teacher had dismissed us. She told him to go back to his seat, but he just said ‘Sorry Miss I can’t wait!’ before hurrying out of the room.
  20. Is using the bathroom a right or a privilege for students? Here in the U.S., I'm really not sure if some teachers are trying to teach discipline to their students, are so insecure that they believe students are lying to get out of their lesson, or are just evil. Most of us have been at the hand of one of these teachers who would not let us go when we really needed to and suffered embarrassing accidents because of it... I personally think it's wrong for a teacher to deny someone needed bathroom privileges because they speculate and assume that a student might abuse it. It's true that bathroom breaks can be abused for the bad students in order to get out of class, cheat, or cause trouble. But should a few bad apples ruin the whole bunch? My Thoughts: - The discipline over learning to control one's bladder should not be taught by the teacher but should be left to the parents or guardians of the students to teach and encourage them in a safer setting. Bathrooms are there for a reason and sometimes, you just gotta go, especially if you drink a lot during the day and younger students have much smaller bladders and lack of self-control. If they are trying to teach, then you don't teach by forcing someone to hold it and have an embarrassing accident in front of their classmates, hoping they'll learn. Even for good and/or shyer students (like myself) who were embarrassed of asking to be excused is torture and such should never be reprimanded by a teacher. - If teachers think it's a disruption for students to go to the bathroom while they're teaching (or assume that everyone else will have to go because they let 1 person leave) does not always apply. The alternative solution goes back to the "potty break/team" line up idea is much better than outright denying access to a bathroom, but is patronizing and rather strange for older students. - If teachers are too insecure and think the students are just making excuses to get out of class, then they need to gain more confidence. Bad students do exist, but this should not be the case in every situation like I've observed in schools. Teachers are smart enough to know who the real trouble makers are and take note. What do you think? Do you have any stories about these dreadful experiences?
  21. Fiction Story - A Wet Pajama Day Everyone knew John liked to wet himself. Throughout the school year, ti was almost certain that at least once a week, he could be caught letting little spurts of pee into his pants, if not outright peeing himself once in a while. So it went, although his best friend Justin never joined in. Justin only ceded once, spurting into his underwear during recess at the insistence of John. He never repeated the act and John never asked, although Justin would never admit how good it had felt. So came pajama day, and in walked John in a pair of rocket ship-themed footed pajamas. He hung up his coat and shucked off his shoes before heading to class. "Hi John, gonna wet your jammies today?" Crissy asked as he settled down at his desk. Most of the other students knew of but didn't care about his wetting, as long as he didn't make a mess. "Maybe," he replied, turning to see Justin sitting a few rows ahead, wearing a blue and grey sleeper, the white soles slightly dirty from having skipped wearing shoes altogether, John knew. Justin saw John and waved. If only he knew my plan, John thought. After lunch, John padded over to Justin and asked him to follow, heading to a single person bathroom, John locked the door. "What did you want to talk to me about in private?" Justin asked, fingering the zipper of his sleeper idly. "I want you to pee yourself.' John said simply. Justin was taken aback, "No.'I can't," he said, although with little conviction. That time he had done it was one of his most cherished memories. "Come on. I know how much you liked it last time. You can't hide that from me. It was written all over your face. I'm doing you a favor." “I don’t know” “Come on, its great. You'll love it and regret ever having refused," he grabbed Justin's leg and pulled it towards him, the non skid sole gripping the floor, causing Justin to stumble, and with that, he straddled Justin's leg and began to pee, a look of pure ecstasy crossing his face as he peed in his rocket-ship footie pajamas, the pee running down his legs, onto the bathroom floor and onto Justin's leg, soaking his blue and gray sleeper in warm liquid. “No…nnnnn…”hiding it…nnnnow” John gasped, still soaking his sleeper with a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Justin felt his friend’s pee soak his own sleeper, cascading over his leg and onto the floor, where it formed a puddle around their feet, soaking their sleepers’ feet as well. He might as well now, he thought gleefully. Justin started to pee, gasping in pleasure as the warm liquid wet his underwear and proceeded to soak his jammies even further, flowing onto the floor with a loud hissing sound. “Aaaahhhhh” he moaned as the warm wetness spread throughout his pajamas, running down his legs and making a pattering sound as it ran over his pajamas’ feet, before leaking onto the tile floor and mingling into the large puddle of pee they were both now standing in. "Oh wow, Oh wow," Justin repeated as his stream subsided. He ran his hand over his soaking crotch, luxuriating in the warm wetness. He looked down at himself, his pjs soaked and his feet standing in a large puddle of pee. "That was great." 'See, told you," John said, splashing over and clapping Justin on the shoulder with a pee-soaked hand. 'What do we do now," Justin asked, only half caring. "We go back to class. You know how I do it." They squelched back to class, leaving pee-footprints in their wake. They reached their classroom and headed in. All heads turned to to them and their dripping pjs. Several students cheered or called out bet res7ults as they padded back to their desks. "Good going, John," Crissy said. John could swear he heard a spurting sound coming from her seat. "What was that sound?" he asked. "Ohh, nothing," she said, bunching her nightdress around her crotch. John thoroughly enjoyed his day in his soaked sleeper, periodically adding to the wet warmth throughout the day, but he knew that Justin had enjoyed it a whole lot more.
  22. NOTE: Two years ago I did my History A levels on the French Revolution and we studied all about Versailles including the fact that bathrooms were scarce. I must say, the reality was not as pretty as it might seem when it is told by an omorashi fan to an omorashi community but to make this as appealing as possible I ignored some stuff. The main reason I wrote this is to encourage others to create stories that take place in different timelines throughout history. I am having a lot of fun writing this and probably will continue this. Depending on your reactions I will continue posting this. All critics are wellcome and I know there is a big margin of improvement. Hope you enjoy!! (I will shut up now) Prologue Our story begins in the 1700s, Palace of Versailles, a few miles away from Paris. As some of you may be aware of, Versailles had been built for the royal family and aristocracy and counted with the most luxurious corridors, rooms and social activities. However only a few might be aware of a very interesting fact; bathrooms were scarce, almost non-existent. The palace was ridiculously big and, often, relief could only be achieved by walking all the way back to your room and using a chamber pot. Through the years, this proved to be a tremendous architectonic error. Girls around Versailles often didn’t get to their rooms in time; besides, most of them just couldn’t be bothered. Amusingly enough, “accidents” occurred almost in a daily basis and those affected by it were usually young women who had to carry around giant dresses and were unable to do anything else than letting go in a dark corner or in the middle of dinner or, in the case of veterans some would pee whilst walking around the never ending rooms and hallways of the palace leaving a trail of wetness wherever they went. (ref. Princess of Harcout) A big problem for these naughty highborn childs was that their underwear was essentially another dress, only plain white and very thin. So nothing could be done to avoid a full wetting. Of course not all girls would wet themselves every day, some times they made it just in time. After the socialising and the drinking and partying all day long, most of them would leak consistently, never fully wetting and giving a show, (since manners were important in Versailles), but constantly feeling the wetness and shame in their lady parts. This meant that absolutely every single small clothe in Versailles had trails of pee and yellow spots of past accidents and it wasn’t a secret since it happened to the whole lot: small, teen and adult. The walls of Versailles have witnessed countless stories of humiliation, leaking, accidental wetting and my personal favourite; non accidental wettings. However, for the purpose of this story I will talk about young Carole and her time at Versailles. Carole Carole was 14 when she arrived at Versailles two and a half years ago. Her parents had sent her from the south so she could learn the life of a lady at court while serving to his king and honouring her family. She felt like she had a huge responsibility and that she should never do anything to disgrace herself or her father. Of course at Versailles she had to learn a new definition of self-respect from her friends and other grown up women too. One thing was for sure, Versailles had changed her. She was no longer that kid afraid of making a mess in her new dress or worried about how others would react to her lack of control over her bladder. In the present time she was already 17, a fully developed woman, her beauty was incomparable. Everyone wanted to be her or fuck her. Most importantly, every day she woke up knowing she would end up wetting herself somewhere and she loved this. She never used the bathrooms in the mornings, furthermore, sometimes she would wake up and be so desperate and horny at the same time that she would wet the bed and have fun with herself to start off fresh. Today she had to deal with 3 hours of French with her tutor before enjoying the privacy of her favourite hidden spots. Being so young, she wasn’t required to wear a full dress with iron base, especially not for French lessons. She put on her small clothes and chose a simple white and green dress with the customary corset that would squeeze her breasts and belly to the point she couldn’t breathe. She had breakfast with the rest of her classmates and just as they were entering the room where their lesson took place she realised how much she had screwed up. Fridays were not a good day to avoid the boring relief that her chamber pot could offer. She would never make it in time with 3 hours to come of the slowest class in history. She was terrorised and excited at the same time. Carole new her tutor would never allow them a break, not even during a desperate situation. She knew this for past experiences; during her first days at Versailles she fully wetted almost every single day, especially during her French lessons. Everyone at Versailles new that women often made their businesses in their dresses, that was no mystery, knowing it was something, but letting everybody else see you pee like a 5 year old was another. She could not afford such an embarrassment. Just as her tutor’s eyes and hers met she made a run for it. As she was running through the rooms she heard her tutor following and screaming at her to come back or risk punishment. She had some time to try something; she stopped at the third room, completely empty, and squatted on a corner. She immediately started feeling a trickle run down her thighs and butt cheeks as she heard her tutor’s footsteps approaching. Just as she got up from her squatting position her pursuer entered the room and made contact with Carole. Both stayed quiet for a few seconds, Carole still feeling her piss running through both her legs and doing what she could to keep the fabric of the dress away from her humid smallclothes. The flow was quite weak at the moment but she couldn’t stop. She had to let some of it come out anyway if she was going to make it through 3 hours of French. _Why are you running away from me young lady? Carole you are always an exemplar student, what is this behaviour due to? _Mme Pinet, I had no choice, I lost one of my family’s earrings. _Very well Carole, did you find it? At that moment Carole looked down and realised she was letting too much out, she could see the tiniest of a puddle starting to come out from her dress. Her shoes were drenched for sure and her underclothes completely soaked by now. Her dress was intact at the moment. _Yes mme Carole immediately stepped forward in an attempt to hide her puddle of pee _Excellent, we may continue with our classes, follow me Mme Pinet turned around and calmly walked back to her class. Carole carefully tailed her leaving a path of footprints when her wet shoes made contact with the shiny floors. Luckily for her, mme Pinet didn’t turn around. At this point, it was obvious she had wet herself. She managed to safely get to her lesson and sit down. She couldn’t have had avoided this but when her soaked bum and underwear made contact with the chair, her dress became instantly wet. The material of the dress was able to absorb most of the wetness so it wasn’t leaking. The problem was that now she was even more desperate to pee than before and her lesson was only just starting, she couldn’t hold it for that long and she knew.
  23. DIIINNNGG! The school bell went. Rose finished her 3rd bottle of water during the whole 1 hour lunch period. "Should I go to the bathroom?" Rose asked her best friend, Farah. Farrah had just finished chugging her 2nd bottle of water and threw it in the bathroom. "Nah, you'll be okay." Farah said and walked to her locker. *Fast foward to the end of the day* Rose felt her bladder filling up. "I should've went to the bathroom..." She said in her mind. She knew Mrs. Trash -- Er, Mrs. Thratchs wouldn't let her go while she's 'teaching'. After 10 minutes, Rose was near desperation. It wasn't at the point of crossing her legs but she was tensing up. "Now," the teacher said, "any questions before the bell rings?" Finally.. She could soon feel relief. DIIIIINNNGG, the school bell went. Rose sprinted to the bathrooms but they were closed. "Damn," she cursed in her head. She caught up with Farah. "You have to go too?" She asked. Rose nodded. Even though she drank more than her, Farah was far beyond the desperation point. "I really have to go," Farah whimpered quietly, "I don't even know if I can hold it for the walk home, can I come to your home?" Rose responded, "Yeah of course!" *Fast Foward to the walk home* Rose was definitely at the desperation point and began to have a bladder bulge. Farah began to regain control but was still pretty desperate. They couldn't go anywhere because there were cars and kids walking to homes and buildings. "I have to go really bad..." Rose whispered to her mate. Farah, hearing those words, began to lose control and became far beyond her point and desperation. "We have to go in a building, I'm gonna pee!" She said slightly loud. Rose nodded. She looked around for buildings but they were all closed and all the bathrooms were full or closed. "I don't think I can hold it much longer." Farah said and began walker quicker. Her bladder bulge began to show and it looked swollen and painful. Rose was beginning to have a bigger bulge and slowed her walking. "I'm gonna lose it if I walk any faster!" She shouted. She whimpered, and took baby steps. It was like a faucet slowly turning. She stopped walking and held her crotch. A tiny spurt escaped and she clenched her muscles and winced. "I can't hold it any longer.." She said. Farah, just as desperate, said "Come just a few more blocks!" Those words encouraged her, She regained control. Farah however, began to slow her walking, and almost doubled over at one point. Her bulge looked like she was gonna explode. "It's right there Farah!" Rose shouted. Farah nodded and got herself together. They were nearly barely walking when they approached the front of the house. "I'm gonna lose it!" Rose shouted and bit her lip. A small spurt escaped and she put her hand in between her thighs. She threw Farah the keys she took a while to find the right one. "Oh god oh god." Farah said nearing her limit. She finally found the right one and the nearly busted through the door. Rose ran to the bathroom door, Farah behind her. "ME FIRST!" She said almost pushing her, that made Roses bladder push out another spurt and it began to leak through her panties. "No Me!" Rose shouted and pushed Farah. "No no noooo!" Her bladder couldn't take it any longer. A spurt escaped and it showed through her pants, but she had control again. Rose ran in.. But the toilet was clogged. A spurt escaped leaking through her panties and was very noticibal. "I'm gonna pee!" She yelled. With Farahs quick thinking her slowly wobbled up the stairs and looked through a closet for a towel. A spurt escaped and this time it was hard to stop. "oh no no noooOOO!" Farah laid down a towel and quickly pulled down her pants. The flow began to go out harder and she didn't have to time to take her underwear off. It hissed and she just squated. It was painful to release at first. Rose saw it all, and couldn't hold it in any longer. A big spurt escaped and went through her jeans like a rocket. She wobbled to the closet and grabbed a towel and quickly pulled her panties off. She still had to lay the towel down but couldn't stop the flow She let it flow on the wooden floor and whimpered. "Ugh..." Her face grew red. "I'm so sorry Rose..." Farah apologized. "It's alright!" She responded and smiled. Rose still was peeing. Finally, she finished. The next day it was awkward for these girls but they were somewhat closer than ever. THE END
  24. So around the time of my last story, about the girl Ari, there was another girl I was interested in as well. Her name's Grasen, probably one of the hottest girls that I went to school with. Blonde hair, short, slim, cute smile. From the eyepoint of a heterosexual male, I can say I enjoyed her endless amounts of yoga pants she wore everyday, because she has a rather impressive ass. Aside from that, now that you have some sort of "image" in your head about how she looked, let's jump into the stories. So we were friends, and I can say I crushed on her for a while. The reason I didn't go out with her was because she did things I don't necessarily agree with as a person. We'll leave it at that. Still, we didn't let that get in the way of our friendship. This is two of MANY TIMES I've seen her piss herself, or talk about wetting. Which is one of the reasons why I liked her so much, and I'm still suspicious to this day that she, too, has a wetting fetish. STORY ONE: So one day, we were assigned an extra credit video project assignment for one of our classes. We had to film after school to shoot. During the time when we were after school filming, Grasen kept mentioning how much she had to pee. Her friend simply said, "Just go pee, Grasen". But she refused, for whatever reason necessary, and continued to work. Well, we had shot something funny or something on my camera, and we were watching it on the playback mode. So every time Grasen would laugh, she would cross her legs, and put her hands on her crotch. Now, I like to pride myself on my humor...I'd like to say I'm funny and can make someone laugh pretty easily. So I said something out loud and made a joke about the video, and Grasen starts laughing some more. Then, abruptly, she stopped and looked down, followed by a sudden crotch-to-hand-movement. Then, going back to laughing, she says, "Okay, okay! Stop making me laugh...you're gonna make me pee!" Then she nonchalantly rubbed her crotch. Well, hearing that only gave me a slight motive to make her laugh, for two reasons. 1.) I really wanted to see her pee, and 2.) She has a cute laugh. So I continued cracking jokes. She said things like, "Seriously...I'm going to start peeing in my pants!" and "I've already peed a little, stop! Haha!" Then we shot something else funny. Doing the same thing as last time, we watched the footage again and I said something funny. Grasen laughed, took a step back, and leaned her back against the wall. Her friend and I watched, still laughing. Grasen, laughing, took a step that turned her, so her back was facing us. Leaning forward, putting one leg down on the ground, then started wetting. "I'm peeing!" She said, still laughing. A stream came from that beautiful ass of hers, through the see-through yoga pants. I went to grab my camera, then stopped. I didn't want to be a perv. So I still watched, as I heard her pee splashing down on the hard floor. Grasen, laughing harder now, fell on her hands and knees. She went to reach for her crotch to stop, but couldn't, as her hand got filled with more pee. So she put her hand back on the ground, as piss splurted everywhere, which went from a stream, until the point where it became a puddle, that continued the grow in size. Finally, she stopped peeing and stood up, looking at the puddle. She turned and looked and felt her ass. She looked down at her legs, which were covered in her own fluids. Now, I don't know what I love more. When girls piss their jeans, and there's a dark blue piss stain on their jeans, or when girls piss their yoga pants, where the stain isn't as noticeable, but their pants stick to them. But that's what happened with Grasen. Sure enough, her pants stuck to the sides of her thighs and legs and ass. She looked up at us. Grasen is no shy girl, she's pretty funny herself. So she laughs, saying "See! I told you not to make me laugh! This is what happens when I laugh too hard!!" She went to the bathroom, grabbed paper towels, and wiped up her own mess. I had other things to do, so after I did them, I went to leave the school's entrance/exit at the doors. I saw Grasen sitting there, still covered in pee, waiting for a ride. This is why I think she, too, has a piss fetish of her own- she didn't see me just then, and considering she was alone in the hallway, she did this. She started rubbing her pussy through her tight yoga pants, obviously aroused by what she had done. I heard a quiet moan from her, as she spread her legs, rubbing. When she saw I was walking through the hallway, she put her hand on her crotch (as if she were hiding her stains) but had her hand on there hard. That was the end of that. STORY TWO: This is a shorter story, it was simply the fact that a friend of mine and I were hanging out at his house, and he started Snapchatting Grasen's friend. This was a few months after the other accident she had. Well, her friend, Sophie, HATES being on camera. So she kept videoing Grasen (as they were hanging out, too) and I remember what Grasen was wearing that day, too. She wasn't wearing her usual yoga pants, instead, she was wearing her tight, light blue jeans. I think she was sitting on a counter or something, I don't really remember that well. But I sent her a snap of me doing something stupid, and I got a Snap back of Grasen laughing again. She was sitting, like I said, really holding her crotch laughing. Sophie sent us a number of Snaps at that point. First it was Grasen laughing and holding her crotch, like I said. Then it was a video of Grasen actually PEEING. It showed her legs open, with piss obviously coming from her crotch, all over the counter or table or whatever she was on. Then another Snap was of her still peeing, with the piss going all over whatever she was on. But one thing I noticed, was that her hands were in the air...she wasn't trying to stop. The next Snap was a picture of the counter or table, without Grasen on it, showing the puddle, with the caption "Smh Grasen" The final Snap was showing Grasen's backside, mostly of her ass and legs, showing the damage she did to her jeans. It was covered, yet again, in piss. And that was that. So I'm pretty sure she did that on purpose. I mean, I think she had to pee, but I don't think it's that easy for someone to piss themselves that easily after laughing. I mean, I'm funny and all, but not piss-your-pants funny. But like I said, Grasen had her hands in the air, and she wasn't trying to stop. So there are a few key reasons why I think she has a piss fetish, too. I don't think this was all that bad for like my second post on here. Be sure to add me as a friend, and message me too sometime! I love meeting people who share the same interests as me. I have yet to actually meet someone where it's DEFINITE they, too, are into wetting fetishes. Thanks for reading!
  25. Hi! I've been a lurker for years and I finally feel it's time to kick the habit! The tale i will tell you is about a girl I used to know well in school, unfortunately we have drifted apart in recent years, but I can still remember it quite clearly. WARNING: There is no acctual wetting in here... It was a "close shave".... youll see no doubt. And without further ado! Let's begin! so it was RE or RS for some people (being British here) and we had landed ourselves with one of the worst teachers in the school; the teacher was very strict,( I can't quite remember her name so we will just call her miss), and to my knowledge we only had two lessons where she didn't shout at the class! One such lesson however had me in raptures. We were queuing up outside to get into the classroom (see! Old Fashioned!) and I remember hearing the girl- let's call her Sarah -whispering to her friend: "God! I need to pee!" her friend replied "just go then!" but sarah just said "Nah I can wait till lunch!" (RE was just before lunch) Sarah was a very attractive girl with curves in all the right places, she had curly brown hair and brown eyes, she was white. And very cute! and so we all filed in, hearing the conversation, I chose a seat closer to them than I normally would, near the back of the class and the lesson began. 15 minutes in and Sarah was squirming around in her seat trying to hold in the yellow lake inside her and the lesson wasn't going anywhere: the teacher was shouting at the class and it looked like we were staying behind after the lesson ended to finish our work (not my fault I was perfectly well behaved!) not for the first time either! I heard Sarah moan to her friend between my conversation with my best mate: "I-I'm not sure I'm going to make it!" "why not?" her friend asked, trying to keep her voice low to save her and Sarah's dignity. "because I have been holding ALL morning and I can't stay behind afterwards! I just won't make it!" sufice to say I was getting quite turned on at that moment but was doing my best to hide it (my friends didn't know I was into omorashi at that point!) another 15 minutes into the lesson had Sarah placing a hand firmly in her crotch to hold back the flow and was rocking back and forth quietly, until I heard her gasp and lean forwards quickly. 30 seconds later she leant back and whispered to her friend: "I just leaked a bit! I'm going to the teacher!" "you sure?" Came the reply. "yes of course I'm sure! I'm at my limit!" she cried! Standing up as she said this. I was really turned on at this point and gave my bulde a little squeeze through my trousers. sarah marched stiffly up to he teacher, her lagoon of pee jolting with each step no doubt, and quickly explained her predicament. The teacher, to exhausted from fighting with the class to care, just waved her out and she practically ran out of the classroom. Whilst she was gone I leaned over her chair to get a pencil of her friend and spied 2 small drops of water on the seat, it was that close to being a perfect day for me (sarah and me don't always see eye to eye, to I'm not worried by her being suspicious of me sitting behind her!) Sarah returned a few minutes later looking very relieved! and that's it! Done! Finito! Please tell me how to improve my writing and whether I was rubish and should shut up below! Thanks for reading!