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  1. Time to fulfill a sort-of request (as in "I'd really like to read an elaborate version of this story") on courtesy of @pguy69 who sent over a brief sightning originally posted elsewhere. The original post didn't feature much in the way of anything actually, but enough to set the scene for something bigger, so I went ahead and tacked on a possible continuation. Let's see if he'll like the way it turned out, and if not, maybe someone else will. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This took place during one night in August when me and a mate of mine, John, had been out on the tiles. We had been at a couple of pubs downing a few pints and were now heading for the taxi stand to get home. The plan was to split a cab to his place from where I could walk the few remaining blocks to my own flat. As it was around 1AM and many of the bars and pubs were about to close for the night, there were quite a lot of people around the taxi stand, all waiting for a free cab to take them home. As we approached the queue, John, always the sociable type in contrast to myself, recognized one of the girls standing in front of us and exchanged a few words in passing. It turned out they both lived in the same apartment block and were sort of acquainted with each other, although I don't think they ever hung out. I deduced from their smalltalk that her name was Sandra and that she had a boyfriend who was out of town this weekend, so she had spent the evening with one of her girlfriends, Veronica, standing by her side in front of us. John didn't seem to know her though. I took note of the girls's appearances as we waited; Sandra was blonde wearing a white top and black tight jeans and heels whereas her friend Veronica was brunette with her long hair cut in a fringe, wearing a maroon shirt and a pair of tight faded jeans tucked into a pair of black leather boots. I couldn't help but stealthily admire Veronica each time she turned her head enough for me to get a glimpse of her cute face peeking out from beneath her bangs. John kept going back and forth between Sandra in front of us and a couple of other girls by our side that he clearly was trying to charm. I on the other hand noticed something that steadily reeled in my attention as we waited; Veronica seemed unable to stand still in the queue, constantly tensing her legs against each other while subtly moving them back and forth. Occasionally she even crossed them for a few seconds before uncrossing them and resuming that subtle leg-clenching movements. Oh yes, just what this night needed - a pretty girl needing a toilet! And from where we were all standing, there were none to be found in the immediate vicinity. I knew that there was no public toilet available in or around the taxi office, and clearly Veronica knew this as well as I caught her looking around every now and then, sometimes craning her neck as if to try and spot something. Now, of course she could just be tired from standing, impatient from waiting or simply cold, although that last one seemed improbable as it was still summer. Still, I was itching to find out whether or not I was actually witnessing some bona fide desperation taking place in a crowded place with no chance to immediately get to a toilet. The minutes ticked by as the queue crept forward, sending yet another bunch of people off in the next freed up cab. John kept socializing with the people next to us, but I was only zoned in on Veronica, not wanting to miss out on even the slightest opportunity to gauge her possible desperation as she continued looking around with a worried look on her face, all the while pinching her legs together. Those tight jeans didn't do anything to conceal her leg movements, quite the opposite, as they followed her soft curves perfectly before disappearing down inside her black leather boots. ------ Then, after maybe 10 or so minutes of waiting, she whispered something to Sandra. I pricked up my ears and tried to pick out even the slightest of key words from their exchange. For the most part I couldn't make out anything discernible, but what little I did catch confirmed my suspision (and hope!): "Toilet", "really need to", "maybe still open". That was enough for my heart to step on the gas, but no sooner had they ceased talking than it sank, because then Veronica set off in the direction to the pub closest to the taxi stand, just down the street, maybe 50 or so meters away. I locked my faraway vision onto her as she scurried away with quick steps towards the pub, outside of which a few party-goers still hung around together with a couple of security guards. It was already past 1AM and the pub was obviously closed, but I figured she would simply ask them to be let in to use the toilet. I saw her talking to one of the guards standing with her arms crossed with her legs together, but to my amazement, the guard shook his head. Veronica seemed to argue her case as she remained standing in front of him by the closed pub door, but after some back and forth she reluctantly accepted defeat and stepped away, looking around for a brief moment. Then she set off further down the street and around a corner where I knew there were at least a couple of other bars along the street. I didn't know whether or not they would still be open though, but I was certainly hoping for them not to be. Still, I prepared for the disappointment of her finding relief which seemed to be the most likely outcome of her detour. A couple of minutes later, still with the rest of us remaining at the same position in the taxi queue, I saw Veronica emerge from behind the corner of the street and heading back to the taxi stand to rejoin her friend. As she did, I was greeted with what may seem incredibly slight, but nonetheless sent my heart throbbing and totally dried out my mouth in excitement: Sandra whispered something to her to which Veronica shyly shook her head while looking really anxious, her eyes clearly showing signs of worry and helplessness. As she did, she also crossed her legs while biting her lip and looking around her, still with that worried look in her eyes. That brief series of gestures was the single cutest and sexiest thing I've witnessed in a long while, especially with that shy headshake and the helpless look in her soft big eyes. Even if I didn't hear a single word of their whispered exchange, there was no doubt that Veronica was reporting back her failed attempt to find a toilet which she obviously needed very much by now! We were now nearing the front, only one group of people to go before the two girls in front of me and John. Veronica was obviously distressed, constantly moving about where she stood with her arms still folded, occasionally crossing her legs ever so subtly while doing curtseys that made my head spin in arousal. It was so hot to watch her squirm around while trying not to as she nervously looked around for the toilet that wasn't there. I tried to act casual, as if the only thing I was interested in was to get into a taxi cab and go home, when in reality I was hoping for our remaining wait to last for as long as possible. Of course, us being almost in front by now, I knew that my bonus show for the night was about to end. Still, I fantisized about Veronica being trapped in a cab that was taking just a tad bit too long to reach her home and she would eventually have a big accident in the seat, totally soaking those sexy jeans of hers. It was a possibility, but all the same, I wouldn't be there to witness it for obvious reasons. ------ The people in front of the girls got into a cab which drove away, leaving the girls next. Then something absolutely amazing happened; John, ever the social hub of any situation, kept talking with Sandra as we waited, and suggested that the four of us shared a cab since both him and Sandra would get off at the same address. "Would that be alright with you, Gene? It'll be cheaper for all of us if we split the tab" Oh god, yes yes yes, you are a fucking hero! was what my mind screamed. "Sure, no problem", was what I actually said out loud, as casually as possible, doing everything in my might to hide the realization that I was going to spend the next half hour in a car together with a super cute girl absolutely desperate for a toilet. Let me repeat that: I was going to sit in a car together with that gorgeous girl with a fringe haircut, a sexy dark red shirt and even sexier jeans, desperately trying to hide her ever growing need for a toilet and with a small but steadily inreasing chance that she won't make it! Thank God for mates like John! "You are next to go", the taxi controller announced, "The car should arrive in a couple of minutes" Just then, Veronica suddenly curtseyed down with her legs pressed together, again looking anxiously around. She turned to Sandra with a slight panic in her eyes, whispering what sounded like: "I really really need to find somewhere! I'm not sure I can make it until we're back!" Sandra in turn looked concerned for her friend and started looking around, obviously preparing for leaving the queue and take her desperate friend with her to look for a public toilet. Oh no. Nononono, don't ruin this for me now! My heart beat faster from the newly occured tension and the looming disappointment. Please, Sandra, don't let her! Just then I noticed the cab approach, the very one reserved for us. "I think that's our car right there", I chirped in, not having said very much at all while waiting in the queue, but this was a crucial moment. I simply had to do something to get us all in and on our way before Veronica had a chance to slip away. "Go on, girls", John filled in as he claimed the front seat. Veronica was very hesitant to get in the car and Sandra clearly sympathized with her by now rather obvious need. I felt the opportunity of a lifetime slipping away between my fingers so I rolled the dice: "We'll be back in like 15 minutes or so", I added, trying to make it sound casual and totally just in passing as not to come off as suspiciously eager to get us all in the car. "More like 20 minutes", John inserted. Shut up! "But I bet this guy will take it as a challenge to get us home in 15, right?" he added, jovially nudging the driver. I cast a sidelong glance towards the girls, praying for the banter and commotion, however slight, to leave no wiggle room for Veronica to get a word in and slip away. Sandra whispered to Veronica who bit her lip and gave a slight nod before the two of them got in the backseat. "OK, let's go then!" Sandra said as she slid onto the middle seat with Veronica on her right and myself on her left. Score! Now, drive off before they change their minds. And do take your time, drive carefully and don't haste. We don't want the night to end in an accident, do we? Well, depends on what you mean by 'accident'... ------ The drive back to John's (and Sandra's) place would take about said 20 minutes, although I knew that would be under well-oiled circumstances. Add a bit of traffic and it would be more like half an hour. I knew what I feverishly hoped for as I sat there in the back seat, just one girl away from part two of the desperation show I've been granted for the night. The driver pulled away and turned onto the main street leading out of this part of town. I sat leaning my head onto my arm against the window, acting tired and disinterested in anything but getting there, which couldn't have been further from the truth. I cast stealthy glances over to my right, past Sandra who thankfully was preoccupied with her phone, and noticed Veronica sitting with her legs tightly crossed, looking out of the side window as we whizzed down the main street through the town. She couldn't keep still in her seat, constantly wiggling ever so slightly from side to side while tensing her crossed legs while sitting on her hands. Then I was greeted with yet another slice of poet's justice - red lights. Veronica looked ahead as we stopped, looking really worried and frustrated at the momentary delay. My heartrate increased slightly. The red light remained on unusually long despite there being almost no traffic passing by that particular junction. I noticed a few cars approaching from the right, knowing that the sensors would let them through once they reached the junction. I held my breath. Yellow. No! Not yet! Please let the cars by! And green. Damnit! We set off as the approaching cars were prompted to a halt. I just about caught Veronica sigh in relief at the cab resumed its speed, thankful that another minute or so was sliced off from her wait. Nonetheless, I had already started scanning through my mental map of the route for additional traffic lights, but you know how it is, the more familiar you are with a certain place, the more likely you are to forget all about such mundane landmarks as you've passed them hundreds of times. We spent another five minutes on the main street out of the downtown area, everything going frustratingly smooth at the moment. The cab turned onto the ringroad and sped up. Sandra and John chit-chatted about the evening but I obviously had more important issues to monitor. I kept casting glances at Veronica who by now was sitting with her legs uncrossed but held tightly together while squirming around on the seat, still sitting on her hands in a rather tensed up fashion. She sat looking forward in anticipation, occasionally turning her head which led to me quickly look away awkwardly. I'd have no problem with her suspecting I was interested in her, which in fact wouldn't have been too far from the truth anyway, but her suspecting that it was in fact her desperation that piqued my interest was beyond the pale. Not that I think that particular quirk would be within the realm of Veronica's imagination, because who would ever suspect anyone being interested in someone else needing the toilet? All the same, I made sure not to look her way whenever it seemed that she would notice. After a few minutes on the ringroad, we approached another big junction guided by traffic lights. I watched in utter satisfaction how the yellow light came on as the car in front of us slowed down. Again I cast a glance at Veronica who definitely didn't display anything close to satisfaction, instead tensing up and momentarily double-crossing her legs tight. The crossing traffic was a bit more substantial this time, prompting the red light to stay on for at least a couple of minutes. All the while I kept an eye on Veronica who started to rapidly bounce her legs up and down while biting her lip, looking very restless. I tried to get inside her head and estimate just how desperate she might have been. About half an hour prior, she had been desperate enough to leave the taxi queue in order to find somewhere to relieve herself, and with the filtering of the supposed few pints during the evening in mind, I extrapolated some intense urgency going on inside her abdomen by now. And then all the tiny obstacles delaying her on the way, and being trapped in a car with two unknown guys at that. My heart pounded with excitement from thinking about her ever growing distress and even possible fear of wetting her tight jeans from the beer-induced pressure in the backseat before we got back... Finally the lights turned green and the driver took off again. This time Veronica definitely let out an audible sigh of relief, landing her hands into her lap while stroking her thighs for a moment, never ceasing the clenching of her legs in the process. Sandra turned to her friend and asked if she was alright to which Veronica nodded with clear doubt in her eyes, all soft and round beneath her bangs. Her long hair framed her face beautifully, straggling down in front of her shoulders and tickling her bare neck, exposed by her wide unbuttoned shirt collar. Oh my God, how cute can a girl be? And those jeans! I couldn't help but imagining what it would look, sound and smell like if she suddenly couldn't hold it any longer. Hearing a faint hiss as her lap filled up with desperate urine, simultaneously spreading out underneath her and increasingly dripping from the edge of the seat as she sobbed her way through her embarrassing accident. I felt my chap almost going to town by the mere thought and had to keep very still in order to keep him out of town. Speaking of town, we were now picking up speed on the ringroad as we approached another part of the city. By this pace we would be home in maybe 10 or so minutes. With ramped-up excitement and, let's be honest, mounting disappointment, I kept looking over at Veronica who remained sitting with her palms stroking her thighs, almost as if she was considering shoving them into her crotch for additional holding support. I'm sure she was heavily battling the notion inside her mind by now. Sandra chirped in with some encouragement in passing: "We'll be there in about 10 minutes", she whispered. Veronica whispered back in a barely audible but very distressed and anxious manner, and I couldn't quite make out what she said. I sifted out words like "really bad", "emergency", "find somewhere" from the overall non-audible mumble. Let's just say that it was enough to ramp up my excitement even further. If Veronica was suggesting to her friend to "find somewhere" despite us being so close to home, just how desperate must she be? I prayed in silence that Sandra wouldn't take her up on that idea and stick to her assurance that her poor friend would be able to hold on for just a little bit longer. ------ And then - you totally are not going to believe this because these things only happen in fiction - roadworks. With a diversion. Oh. My. Lord. "Oh yeah," the driver commented, "I had forgot about this. There's a bit of a detour here around this part of town" Veronicas eyes widened in panic. "Might take another 10 or so minutes." OH. MY. LORD. And yes, there is a Lord, and he wants me to witness a beautiful girl wet herself in total despair! "Don't worry, I'll deduct the additional distance from the fee. Obviously, you shouldn't have to pay for unplanned detours." Money was probably the last thing on Veronica's mind right now though. As the driver turned the car onto a sideroad leading us through a residential area, she started to rapidly knock her knees together in frustration. She sat upright, craning her neck as if getting a better view out of the windshield would somehow improve her dire situation. She looked so helpless, so cute and helpless! I was so in love with her right then! I had no idea what route the driver would be forced to take but we were clearly not heading in the general direction towards our side of town at the moment. This was building up to the perfect situation. Please drag it out, driver! Please take the long way home! Please make her piss herself! I need that in my life! I sat resting my head in my left hand with my elbow against the doorpane, doing everything in my might to feign indifference towards the mounting tension inside the car. A couple of minutes into our detour, cruising past a posh neighbourhood consisting mainly of residential houses, Veronica showed no signs of calming down. I noticed her leaning slightly forward, almost as if she was about to finally say something out loud, which I'm sure she was absolutely dying to do by then. She twisted her body sligthly while squeezing one knee over the other as she raised herself off from the seat with her right hand. My mind was spinning, and I bet you anything that hers was as well. I wondered what options she was rallying in her head. Was she considering prompting a stop and then going behind a bush or something? To my delight, we were surrounded only by private properties, but then I wondered if she would actually stoop to ring the doorbell of a random house and ask to borrow their bathroom. It sounded crazy, especially regarding the time of day, but all the same she looked like someone who was seriously running out of dignified options. She sat in that half-forward position, still with her hand propping her up from the seat and with her tight-jeansed legs almost vibrating with desperation. I noticed we were about to exit the residential area, heading for a light industrial zone preceded by some woodland. Sandra was on the phone at the moment with what seemed to be her boyfriend. Meanwhile I watched Veronica carefully, praying that she wouldn't dare to speak up yet as we passed the forested area. As we entered the industrial zone, Sandra was about to wrap up her conversation on the phone, seemingly aware of her friend's growing predicament. As she put away her phone, she whispered something to Veronica who replied with a slight headshake, again with her beautifully helpless eyes peering at Sandra from underneath her cute bangs framing her very distressed face. I looked down on her sexy leather boots, noticing she was alternately crossing her feet over each other and I imagined her curling her toes in absolute desperation beneath the black leather. Sandra seemed to prepare for uttering something when John aptly threw in a passing comment: "Hah! Over there is where I had my first real jag!", he pointed towards some run-down building near the railway that went through this part of town. "Been a while indeed!" "Certainly", Sandra added, obviously not that interested in John's drunken history, "Now..." "Oh damnit!", the driver suddenly spouted as he slowed us down to a halt to the clanging noise of yet another gift from the gods. You better believe it - level crossing. I know, I couldn't fathom my unbelievable luck either. "Good thing the meter is charging by distance rather than time, right?" the driver continued, trying to light up the situation, blissfully oblivious to the fact that there might be much more pressing concerns than money floating around inside this car. And I literally mean both pressing and floating. Veronica responded to the railway stop with for the first time shoving a hand into her crotch before double-crossing her legs over it with a barely audible gasp. She looked absolutely devastated! And the barriers had just gone down, meaning we would be stuck there for several minutes! As we stood waiting for the train to pass, other cars joined us on both sides of the crossing, together with a group of people on the sidewalk. This meant that any potential privacy for Veronica to utilize was all but gone, in case she ever had the intention to dash from the car and pull down her tight jeans and relieve herself by the side of the street. Because by now she looked like she was approaching the level of desperation where that would have been a most plausible option. She sat with double-crossed legs, turning from side to side while looking helplessly around her out the car windows as we waited. It was at least five minutes of seemingly unnecessary waiting before the train finally arrived at the crossing, and even then slowly trudging along at snail's pace. Apparently a freight train, and a long one at that. Veronica did everything within her might not to disclose her utter desperation, but her attempts at concealing her holding attempts were rapidly fading away by now as we waited for the train to pass. Her squirming got more and more pronounced and she shifted her crossed legs one way to the other every 30 seconds or so. Sandra tried to console her poor friend, every now and then exchanging some whispering back-and-forth that I didn't catch. ------ Then finally, after yet another few minutes, the train had passed and the barriers started going up. As the driver set off, Sandra spoke up: "Excuse me, do you think we could stop by a petrol station on the way?", she enquired. My attention peaked. No! Say no! "Why's that?", the driver responded. "We could really use a bathroom back here. Do you mind?" Please say no, please say no, please say no! "We'll be there in about 10 minutes" I added in passing even though it was probably more like 15, trying not to come off as suspiciously eager to keep us from a bathroom on the way. "Surely you can wait until we're home, right?" John filled in, almost as if he was conciously backing up my statement. "I was counting on us being home by now," Sandra interjected, "but then that detour and all. Just a quick stop and then we'll be on our way, yes?" She did her best to put some authoritative weight behind her words. For all I could sense, she was in no need herself but rather trying to cover for her desperate friend. "Alright," the driver replied, "there is a petrol station along the ringroad. We will be arriving on it from the other direction now after the diversion. Just a quick stop though." Needless to say, I was frustrated beyond belief, feverishly hoping for a traffic jam, a flat tyre, the driver making a wrong turn, the police pulling us over, the station being closed, whatever would keep Veronica from getting to a toilet in time! But the gods were no longer watching out for my perverted interests, instead switching their attention to poor desperate Veronica who was only minutes away from finally getting her relief. Oh well, I guess it was just a bit too much to wish for. The cab exited the industrial area and turned onto the ringroad which would eventually lead us to John's place although from the opposite direction. Unfortunately (for me), it would also lead us directly towards the aforementioned petrol station in only a few minutes. This seemingly mundane piece of knowledge kept Veronica on the edge of the seat all the way, sliding back and forth while pinching her legs together. In my head I desperately grabbed hold of any tiny potential obstacle on the way, even the car in front of us that ever so slightly kept our speed down, but of course it didn't do anything in the way of delaying our arrival at the petrol station. Our driver turned onto the concourse in front of the store which - again unfortunately - was open. "Right, you go and do your business, but don't take too long!", the driver announced as he turned the enginge off. As Veronica fumbled open the door, I sat with pounding heart wondering whether or not I should join the girls. I watched Veronica climb out from the backseat and made a special note of scanning her perfect behind with that light denim stretching all over it. It would take but a mere single spurt to show through, not to mention what a full frontal flooding would do to those beautiful curves! I drove myself crazy with my fantasies, but realized they would remain just that - fantasies. Nonetheless, I could at least afford to watch the end of the show, but I had to act fast. "I'm gonna take the opportunity to get myself a drink while we're here anyway", I said, "Be right back." I hasted out of the car and walked towards the store building, catching up with the girls who were already on their way. Veronica walked with her arms tensed up down her sides and her fingers splaining in concentration as she took short, careful steps with her thighs moving back and forth over each other as she walked, almost as if she was walking a tightrope. Oh my God was she hot! I imagined her face at that moment, the desperation and anticipation in her eyes. Her boots clicked stressfully on the concrete, underlining how eager she was to finally get to that toilet before the floodgates opened. The three of us reached the door at the same time and Veronica took the lead with Sandra following her hurried trek well inside the store. "I'm just going to grab a drink, see you outside", I uttered in passing as the girls disappeared down the isle to the far end of the store and behind a corner to where the toilet was marked to be located. I grabbed a Red Bull and went to pay for it, not that I really needed the extra energy, having been sufficiently boosted by the desperate showcase that all the same had just reached an end. Oh well, I guess I'll have to fill in the final bit myself whenever I think back on this cab ride. ------ As I stood in front of the counter and swiped my card to pay for the Bull, I heard hurried footsteps emerge on my left before hearing Sandra's voice: "Excuse me, the toilet is out of order, you don't happen to have a staff toilet we could use?" b-bom b-bom b-bom b-bom "Oh, yeah, sorry about that. We do have one for the staff but I'm not allowed to let customers use it, I'm afraid." b-bom b-bom B-BOM B-BOM B-BOM "It's kind of an emergency, couldn't you make an exception now that the customer restroom is shut? Please?" Sandra argued. The young guy behind the counter shook his head in sympathy, "Sorry, I'd really like to help but I'm just not allowed." BOBOM BOBOM BOBOM BOBOM! My heart was running in circles inside my chest by now. Sandra turned to Veronica who stood all tensed up with her arms folded across her chest while pressing her legs together to the point of shaking, looking almost like she was about to cry. The two girls exchanged whispers I couldn't make out after which Veronica did a quick nervous shake of her head in obvious defeat. I had no idea how to react, or if I even should react. I stood near the counter by the door, waiting in anticipation for what would happen and what would be said, feeling my whole inside tensing up like a clockwork spring. Sandra then turned back to the guy behind the counter: "Look, I don't wish to cause you any trouble or anything, but it really is an emergency. She really needs a toilet." She needs a toilet, and if she doesn't get it, she's going to wet herself!!! "You couldn't check with the manager if it's alright to make an exception, could you? Please?" The guy hesitated for a moment. I held my breath. Then he replied "I'm alone here right now, I could've tried to call the station manager but it's half past one and he's definitely asleep by now. Really can't risk it, I'm sorry." Veronica bent down ever so slightly with one knee pressing over the other while her pleading desperate eyes almost teared up in horror. Oh dear Lord, she's so beatiful! She's so fucking beautiful right now! The most beautiful girl in the world standing in front of me, about to piss herself and not being allowed to use the toilet! There is a god, and he wants it to happen and he wants me to see it! Still, I had to at least try to act like a normal human being in spite of almost convulsing with excitement. "We are only a few minutes from where we're going", I said, again trying to sound as casual as possible, perhaps a bit too casual, "Let's go, surely you can wait until then?", I added, trying to look concerned for Veronica, but still hoping that she wouldn't be able to wait. I held open the door as if to urge the girls out of the store and back into the cab. "Ok, let's hurry. Come on, Veronica, it's not far.", Sandra said, dragging poor desperate and unrelieved Veronica with her past me holding the door. Veronica stumbled forward in small, small steps and I heard her faintly sobbing as she passed me by. I'm not a total jerk; I did feel genuinely sorry for her, imagining the immense pressure that only beer can bring building up inside her with nowhere to go but into her jeans in case she didn't find anywhere soon. ------ The three of us filed into the backseat, with me about to comment on the proceedings when Sandra sternly prompted the driver: "Let's get going immediately! They didn't have a working toilet and Veronica really needs to go. Please do hurry!" ...before she has an accident! I added in my head. I so wanted her to say it out loud. Not nearly as much though, as I wanted it to happen before we reached our destination, which more and more seemed like a real possibility by the minute. As the driver sped out of the concourse and back onto the ringroad, Veronica sat grinding herself back and forth on the seat, whimpering every now and then to no one in particular: "Please..... please hurry.... oh please.... I'm about to explode....". Now that the cat was out of the bag, she apparently didn't care as much about concealing her utter desperation in front of the rest of us. We approached yet another red light crossing just as it changed to yellow. You know exactly what I hoped for. "Don't stop, it's still not red, step on the gas!", John persuaded the driver as we approached the junction at speed. Shut up, John! I hate you! But of course, neither John nor the driver seemed particularily enthusiastic about the prospect of Veronica totally flooding herself in the backseat. I know, what's wrong with these guys anyway? Thus, we whizzed by the traffic lights just as they changed to red, shaving off yet another minute from Veronica's despair and adding to the possibility that she will make it after all. Damn and blast! We sped along the ringroad for another five minutes, all the while Veronica sat with her bum sliding up and down the backseat while she held onto the front seat backrest, her legs constantly rubbing against each other, her feet occasionally stomping on the floor, occasionally trampling on each other. She was almost crying by now, looking so very very afraid, almost like someone being held at gunpoint fearing for their life. She was constantly turning her pretty head looking all around her, now out of the side window, now at the driver, now at Sandra, now out through the windscreen, now even at me briefly, but never able to focus on anything. Finally we turned onto a sideroad leading us to John's and Sandra's neighbourhood. Only a few more streets. Sandra stroke her poor friend on the shoulder, trying to reassure her that they were almost there and that she would make it. Veronica looked back at Sandra with tears in her eyes running down her soft cheeks, her hair straggling down her wide open shirt collar and sticking to her bare neck now sweaty from her desperate struggle, whimpering in the cutest of voices: "...I can't wait... I really can't wait any longer! It's gonna happen... oh god, please no!!!" As if hit by the sheer weight of the significance of her newly uttered words, Veronica suddenly lent forward, grabbing the backrest like it was a branch from which she was hanging herself in order not to fall while her other hand shot to her crotch. "No.... oh no... nononono...!!!!" she gasped in total horror. "Please hurry!", Sandra implored the driver, "She's gonna have an accident! She's wetting herself!!" I almost fainted when Sandra said that. I had to sit absolutely rock still; the slightest touch of my chap and I would unload my built-up excitement all around my gentlemen's area. I looked over at Veronica who sat equally rock still for more or less the same reason, only her load would cause absolutely massive devastation by multiple magnitudes in comparison. I sat waiting for the hissing to commence from beneath her hand and the tightly stretched denim. The cab turned onto John's street. Just a few blocks left now. Veronica remained frozen in her forward, sniffling between breaths, all red in the face, looking straight ahead, visibly counting the seconds now. "Ah....haaaaaaah... hhaaAAAAAAAHH!!!! No - no - no - no....!!!!!" She panicked yet again, digging her hand even deeper into her crotch, if at all possible, while absolutely tying herself into a knot. I held my breath, still waiting for the hiss... "John, " Sandra then enquired, "Which floor do you live on?" "First floor. Why?" he replied. "Could she please use your bathroom? I live on the top floor and there's no way Veronica's going to make it up the stairs now!" Oh no, don't let her! "Sure thing, no problem at all." I HATE YOU, JOHN! I mean, obviously I don't, but at that very moment I honestly could have killed him. Why can't I have this? She's so close to the edge, just that one last push, please? Please? "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou, oh god, thank you!!!!" Veronica managed to gasp while rocking back and forth to hold back the massive ocean just a few more moments. She would still have to walk from the car to the building and climb a half level of stairs to John's front door though. It's not over until it's over. I also realized that if Veronica would try and make it up the stairs to Sandra's flat, I wouldn't be able to follow and behold the possible tsunami raining down her tight jeans anyway, not under any passable pretense at least. Tagging along to John's flat on the other hand was perfectly adequate. Still, I needed a good excuse and I whacked my brain in trying to come up with something. However all this would turn out, I sure as hell wasn't going to miss the finale! "I'll come along inside with you, John, if you don't mind." I dared interject just as the cab slowed down in front of the block, "I could really use a glass of water" "Alright, we can have that arranged, sir." he replied. Thanks for the ticket, mate! All that's lacking now are the fireworks. Or waterworks rather. Explosion nonetheless. Just as the car ground to a halt, Veronica immediately started fumbling for the opening handle for a couple of seconds before managing to swing open the door. She carefully turned rightward, never letting go of her hand from her crotch, preparing to raise herself up from the seat and onto the ground. I watched her light jeans stretching over her bottom as closely as I dared as she stumbled onto her feet outside the cab door. "I'll take care of the bill so that you can get inside right away, we'll sort the splitting out afterwards, okay?", Sandra meanwhile proclaimed, clearly doing everything to get her poor friend onto a toilet as soon as possible. I on the other hand, was desperately trying to figure out a way to do the exact opposite, but was fresh out of ideas of how to delay things further without showing my perverted deck of cards. "Come on then!" John said before walking briskly to the front door. He entered the door code to prepare for Veronica who was supporting herself on the open back door of the car, standing half-crouched with her legs double-crossed and her hand still in between them. She stood lightly bobbing up and down for a few seconds before stumbling her way towards the front door. Her steps were so tiny and desperate, her feet virtually never ceasing contact as she weaved them around each other treading forward, still in that half-bent over position. I walked beside her as if watching out for her in her desperate struggle, and part of me was honest-to-God doing so. Still, the remaining possibility to witness what could be a perfect accident kept me in a tight grip. "Almost there," I said to her in passing, "Are you alright?" She shook her head hopelessly as she stumbled forward, her boots stressfully tapping against the ground, tears streaking down her red face and her straggled hair dangling in front of her in tandem with her forward movements. As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, crossed her legs the other way and bent down while leaning onto the opened door. "Ah! Aaah! AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!" And I thought I was lucky being in a car with her. Now I was standing right beside her, taking in her ultra-tight jeans straining over her legs and bottom as she bent down, totally twisting her legs around each other. Please happen, oh God, please happen! It couldn't get any more perfect than this if it happened now! Seeing the uring forcing itself out through the light denim as she desperately tries to hold it back with her leg twisting and bending down! But it didn't happen. Somehow, she managed to retain her control, but it was as clear as day that her remaining seconds were counted. John, ALWAYS the gentleman, spared no time in rushing up the half-flight of stairs to his door, unlocking it for Veronica. Meanwhile, she flew up the stairs in one single sprint before halting again once having conquered them, leaning against the wall in that same bent-over leg-twisted position, only a couple of meters from John's now open front door. "...I can't.... it... too late.... oh no... it's coming.... it's gonna.... no.... please....no...." she panted, utterly devastated, tears beginning to overflow her eyes as she started to seriously cry in total defeat. "Come on! The toilet is right across my hallway, hurry!" John tried to encourage her. "No... oh no..... nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!" Veronica cried, slowly sinking down with her braided legs wrapped around each other, evermore increasing the pressure against each other and the strain of the light fabric as she bent them. Her face displayed the utmost horror. I watched. I listened. I waited. This is it. I'm finally going to get it! She is going to - "AAAAAH!!!!!" she screamed before freeing herself from her bent-over shackle, stumbling forward in the most desperate rush I'll probably ever witness. She ran with incredibly rapid tiny steps through John's front door and across his hallway, desperately scissoring her legs around each other while keeping one hand pressed into her crotch and the other stretched out for the toilet door. I watched her desperate rush from behind and sure enough - a dark pattern emerged on her bottom, creeping outwards along the cresases in the tightly stretched denim as well as up her buttcrack for the mere handful of seconds it took for her to reach the bathroom! She slammed the door shut and I heard some rustling before she let out an involuntary moan, faintly audible through the closed bathroom door together with a massive gusher hitting the water in the bowl. "Oh my, that was one desperate girl!" John commented, with me meekly nodding in agreement. I know I should be thankful for what I got, and I did indeed get a lot. Still, I couldn't help thinking about how wonderful it would have been to behold her losing it during those last few seconds, standing in the doorway halfway to the bathroom and totally drenching her tight jeans in such a desperate gushing flood while haplessly crying her eyes out in embarrassment and defeat. But I knew of course that it was only right that she was allowed to finally make it, even if barely. She was such a sweet girl after all, and didn't deserve to have a devastating accident among unknown guys, especially a closet perv like myself. "Go and get your water, you know where the glasses are." John continued, "I'm going outside to meet up with Sandra." And so I did, entering the kitchen next to the bathroom and poured myself some water. I definitely wasn't lying about needing it, with my mouth having all but totally dried out from the ever-mounting excitement I just had lived through. As I stood in the kitchen, I heard Veronica's hissing still going on on the other side of the wall, echoing inside the bathroom with the heavy splashing into the water underlining even further just how incredibly desperate she was. And it went on for at least a couple of minutes! I was totally overwhelmed with all kinds of emotions; arousal, sympathy, satisfaction, incredible disappointment, hollowness, embarrassment, fascination, and a very profound attraction towards this now very relieved girl, finally able to empty her massive reservoir under reasonably dignified circumstances. I wasn't exaggerating when I referred to her as the most beautiful girl in the world earlier; she was pretty to begin with, but somehow her dire emergency together with her shyness and ultimate realization just how much in danger she was of totally soak herself in front of us put her way up on a high pedestal in my twisted brain. Almost as if her at the last moment depriving me of watching her having that massive accident was somehow an avatar of a woman so beautiful and perfect you know she will always be beyond your reach. Meanwhile, as her massive gusher finally faded out, I remained in the kithcen, topping up myself with some much-needed water, trying to bring myself back to earth and into reality. Veronica remained in the bathroom for a while, probably sorting out what damage her clothes might have received as she obviously had started pissing before reaching the toilet... oh God, only thinking about her desperate sprint and the pee starting to come out into her tight jeans... if only the handle would have been stuck or come off or... no, buck up, bucko! She made it and that's a good thing! Imagine having to face her being totally hapless and devastated and crying her eyes out, this was all for the better! I convinced myself that it was worth having even a perfect accident snatched away from me to not have the night out partly in my company ending up being one of her worst memories ever. I'm sure it was embarrassing enough as it was. John and Sandra returned not long after, and eventually Veronica came out from the bathroom, looking relieved but very sheepish. I refrained from zoning in on her jeans, but I did catch a glimpse of a damp pattern around her crotch area, especially visible from the back. Sandra hugged her friend and asked if she was alright to which Veronica nodded before addressing John in unadulterated gratitude: "Thank you, thank you so much for letting me in here! I was so desperate, I would never have made it if you hadn't let me use your bathroom!" she owned up. Like there was any hesitation for anyone in her vicinity during those last critical moments. "Don't mention it, good thing you made it!" John casually replied, "Your friend here should think twice before opting for the top floor though. Next time I might not be at home!", he continued, teasingly nudging Sandra. "You're right", Sandra responded, "It was all my fault for living at the top! Anyone up for a nightcap?" she then enquired, now that the tension was gone. "I'm actually bone-tired, I was thinking of heading straight to bed now, if you don't mind" John replied. I would have been up for some further socializing but felt kinda awkward by the thought of hanging out alone with two girls I just had acquainted, so I decided to announce my leaving for the night. It turned out that Veronica lived just a few blocks away in my general direction, so it was only natural that I walked her home. We talked quite extensively along the way, now that she was back to normal after the ordeal, and she turned out to be a very nice girl indeed and I could sense that the feeling was mutual. Now, as much as I would have loved to watch her totally piss her tight jeans after her prolonged wait, what ensued was probably a way better outcome in the long run.
  2. Introduction I swayed from side to side as I rang the last customer up, trying my best to hide my desperation. “Thanks, come again,” I gave him a smile and leaned my weight against the counter, crossing my legs tightly. As soon as he was out the door, I rushed over and flipped the open sign to close. There weren’t a lot of things I liked about working at my parent’s store, but there were two things I sincerely despised: the undetermined hours (I have to stay there as long as there are customers), and the lack of a useable toilet. I squished my thighs together as I pulled the mop out of the bucket. “Mom, can you please close up for me?” I asked her as she got her things ready to leave. “Please, I have to pee so bad!” “First of all, Amber, there’s a perfectly fine porta-potty behind the building. I don’t understand the problem you have with it.” I groaned. “Second, we can’t go switching our days all the time. It screws up the books or something. Let your father know when you want to leave early and he’ll get it done. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I was left pee-dancing as I mopped the floor, squeezing between my legs every few seconds. Desperate to leave, I did everything half-assed like most every day I worked there, and squirmed the whole drive home. I was busting so bad by the time I got to my apartment complex that I was sweating. I ran up the stairs, jerked my hips around and squeezed my crotch as I stuffed the key in the lock, then dropped my things on the floor next to my open front door as I ran to the toilet. I started pissing while I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, releasing a torrent before my ass even made contact with the seat. “Ooh…!” I moaned, my swollen bladder deflating as I released hours of pent up liquid. As I urinated, I touched the soggy crotch of my underwear and surveyed the damage. It wasn’t terrible. A little bit had trickled down my thigh. I’d leaked more in laughing fits.
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  5. Desperate stroll through Brussels in tight jeans with ultra high boots View File Juile Skyhigh takes a desperate stroll through her hometown of Brussels while desperate to pee wearing some very tight low cut jeans and very high boots. R.I.P. Sexy lady, Here's a little remembrance of her sexiness. She left us far too young. Submitter wet501 Submitted 08/06/2020 Category Female
  6. I'm very excited to share with you guys my last wetting experience ... it was definitely very wet.😅 I normally try to do at least one massive jeans wetting per week. Sooo when the desperation began, and I was deciding on what to wear while wetting... I decided, to make it more exciting, to let the discord chat choose for me. After long discussion and arguments, the chat finally came to a conclusion to choose my tight blue jeans with my over knee-high boots. I was very skeptical over the high boots because they are always very difficult to clean up afterwards. BUT the chat spoke and I surrendered... Of course at that point I was already at stage 8-9 of my desperation-level and started slowly to let out a few drops that turned into small leaks. I was still in my room and don't like the idea of cleaning up my floor, so I had to make my way to the bathroom. I didn't want my neighbors (I live in an apartment) to hear the "sound effect" that high heels do when walking. So I slowly sneaked towards my bathroom door, trying not to slip on the pee that already dripped on the floor. I was super nervous because I always think that somebody could catch me while wearing female clothing and at the same time wetting myself... Ohh my, the humiliation and embarrassment - I could not even imagine that.😳 When I finally arrived at my bathroom and closed the door, feeling secure and alone... I just couldn't hold it any longer. I tried to stop the leaking but was forced under submission of the pressure in my bladder. I loved the warm pee flowing down my tight jeans and going into my high boots...wetting while wearing boots is definitely a different feeling and I can just recommend it. I just stood there letting all the golden liquids stream out of my body....😌 After like 2 minutes - I finished and looked at myself through my mirror and felt a warm puddle of pee in my boots.😅 I couldn't resist myself and just had to lift my foot up and down, squeezing the pee around my toes. I loved the complete feeling of the situation and was kinda sad that I already finished...BUT I decided to stay in my wet clothes and just walk back into my room and watched a series while consuming more fluids xD... I wanted to see if I would be able to pee myself again. I was sitting on a towel that I placed on my chair to avoid any damages to my furniture. After like 40 minutes and 600ml of water... I knew that I had to go again but the series was getting to exciting and I just wanted to finish the last 12 minutes of it. In my head I thought that my bladder wasn't full at all and I thought I could just wet myself on the towel because a few leaks could just get soaked up. Right?! Well that's what I thought... Suddenly... I felt a massive wave of pee going through my jeans and splattering on the floor. I was panicking of course and wanted to avoid the damage. I stood up and immediately noticed a big puddle underneath me...at that point I literary "threw in the towel" and lost all hope and just let out the last bit of it... Hope you liked my story, if you wanna hear more - follow my profile, support is much appreciated.❤️ Much love and don´t get caught peeing yourself ~ Atrix
  7. New Custom Finds - multiple girls in tight jeans View File A couple new finds multiple girls I've never seen before, multiple wettings, Sorry I can't make thumbnails, maybe another user could ad them for me? enjoy the late X-Mas gift! Submitter wet501 Submitted 12/27/2019 Category Desperation Clothing
  8. I just went out and bought myself a pair of skin tight elesticated blue jeans whicvh I am wvearing. Under them I have a medium nappy which I have to tape (I am a weight lifter, so my legs are much bigger than is normal for my waist size). I am also wearing a pair of cream converse ox. For my eveing in I am going to hold my bladder untill it starts to tire and leak into the nappy. The nappy stays on untill My bladder is so tired that it will just let go, at which point Im going to take the nappy off and flood my jeans and converse.
  9. NOTE!!!!! So a year ago or so I wrote this story in chapters but it was way too unrealistic, and became sloppy since I didn't know where to go. It was never finished. So while the character's and some events are the same, the premise is different. The story remastered as one LONG EPIC piece. With an ending. This is ALL FICTION. None of this is real. It has one unrealistic part, you'll know when. Hope you like it. At Jenkins University, it was nighttime, and the whole campus was pretty much closed, but the parking lot was packed. It was the Jenkins Female Choir performance led by the late thirties aged Ms. Calwiki with short brown hair, was dressed like the rest of her twenty something year old students: tight black dress pants, high heels (though Calwiki due to foot problems had to wear girlish, black dress shoes) and a white top shirt. Calwiki had long sleeves on. Jennie, Jo, and Nikki were all brunettes. Jo had her hair in a ponytail while the other two let theirs hang down. Nikki wore a sleeveless white top to show her long, tan arms. Jennie had dress pants with thin, white lines as design down the blackness. Lily was an average-height blonde with wavy hair with a little fat, but still damn cute and sexy in that black and white pattern top and black skirt and heels. Kelsey the same but with black hair, and Tyra, an African American girl with a cool attitude and brown short curly hair. She and Jennie had the roundest butts in the tight black pants. "Everyone, five minutes," said Emily from the stage. She was on the production team. A short, punk rock girl with black straight hair, and that night had a black shirt and tight blue jeans that went over her small but nice shaped butt. "Oh Emily!" Tyra said. "Come try these brownies Dean Maxline made for us." Dean Maxline spoke with Calwiki in the corner. Maxline was a very tall blonde woman who wore high heels that night with tight dark gray pants and an orange shirt. Emily shrugged and took one, having bit into something she would regret later on. They all would. Some of their panties as well. Just cause their pants were black, didn't mean they covered stink, loads that could fall down the openings, etc. "Girls," Calwiki called out. "Let's head on stage." As they started to head out Maxline sucked some more of her extra large coffee with double sugar. She caught glimpse of Tyra who stood still for a moment and held her belly. She looked a bit uncomfortable. Once on stage the girls had lined up. The auditorium was full. Calwiki finished her third brownie, they were so delicious they covered the accidental poison inside. All the girls had felt a little antsy as a pressure built up in their lower bellies. Not pee, though. Maxline drank more of her coffee and watched from the side with Emily as Calwiki turned to the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen," she said. "Did you just assume our gender?" Someone from the audience yelled. Calwiki ignored it. She continued, "It is my great pleasure tonight to bring you an act of these beautiful ladies. We still-Ergh!" Calwiki moaned as she grasped her stomach as a harsh, hot tight pain shot through. Her tight legs at the knees turned inwards. "S-sorry." As Calwiki continued, Emily from the side said, "I wonder what that was about. Is she okay?" Dean Maxline said, "She's at where I want everyone to be. We have professionals who want to invest in our schools art program. Everyone needs to work hard and get through tonight." Emily gave a shrug. They did have to impress. "Dean Maxline, what do you-OOOH!" Emily moaned as she crouched down and held her stomach. Her legs staying together shut tight. She felt a heavy, burning feeling that she recognized. "What...what was that?" Maxline sucked more on her large coffee. "Powerscrap brand ingredients added to my brownies." "Powerscrap? Aren't they a health industry? With losing weight. What ingredient?" "Something guaranteed to clean a stomach out." Emily froze and her eyes widened. Her lips trembled as she felt the pain worsening. She could tell looking at the girls on stage by their faces that they were experiencing some discomfort as well. Emily said, “Dean why did you do that?” Maxline tapped her foot in annoyance. “It’s to clean the nerves out of the stomach. Relax.” “That’s not what clean out the stomach means!” Emily felt like she would explode as the brown dark force ran through her intestines and tried to fire out of her ass. Emily stood up straight squeezing her ass cheeks together as tight as possible. She ran from stage and to the auditorium's one ladies room. It was a single person restroom. They had a small school so most bathrooms were singles. Saved money. She reached for the door and grabbed the handle...LOCKED ! "Oh no," Emily said in fear. Maxline came up. "Back to work now. You can go during intermission." Emily squirmed in her spot next to a door which locked behind was her key to relief and not messing up her pants in a humiliating public fashion. “Dean Maxline. I really gotta go!” She bounced. Dean Maxline continued to tap her foot louder and harder than before with a hand pushing on her waist. “I’ve had three of these coffees in the last hour to keep me awake. I have to go too, but it can wait. Now come on we need you on stage. I’ll call the janitor to come unlock the restroom.” Emily bounced left to right as he feet shuffled on the floor, so her body could try to contain the growing, burning load within. She started to sweat. Her tight jeans showed stretched marks at the bottom of her round butt as her legs stayed tight. Emily looked left no right in confusion and paranoia. She squeaked. Put her hands in her pockets, grasped her fingers on the inside against her private area, and walked back with Dean Maxline with her legs tight and butt cheeks in those tight jeans moving back and forth. Ms. Calwiki was a bit desperate at this point. She knew she needed to go to the bathroom. Really badly. She tapped her conductor stick on the podium, held her arms up, and flicked to direct the girls. They sang "A Hard Harsh Pressure." The words strained the bellies of all the poor girls. Jennie and Tyra, next to each other in their tight black pants. Jennie had the white line design on hers, Tyra's pants were much tighter and less made of dress fabric. Both of the girls butts held so tight lines formed down their cracks and their pants went in. Lily put her hands in her pocket as she felt her belly expand. Nikki was the same way but had her hands against her crotch as she waved back and forth and crossed her legs. Kelsey had her arms tight against her sides. Jo was the same way. She remembered how bad she had to pee earlier that day, and almost wet herself in calculus. Now she was facing a poop problem. She could not have an accident. They went on to their next song, and by this point all of the girls have felt like they had to go VERY bad for almost half an hour. Especially Tyra. Her feeling hit her before they even got on stage. Dean Maxline sucked down the rest of her coffee.. Maxline looks down at Emily and rolled her eyes. Emily had her legs crossed and crouched down bent at the knees, bouncing up and down. She had been working all day since early morning and had to drink a couple energy drinks to keep her going. The poor girl felt like she would bust any second. In the audience, a woman had gotten up as she felt their drinks from dinner had caught up with them. Lucy, with dark hair and sort of chubby legs in a black skirt walked to the bathrooms. She had a dark pink top as well, and black dress jacket and was in her late twenties. She reached the bathroom and grabbed the door knob. Locked. She knocked. In a voice of discomfort, "Excuse me, is anyone in there?" Lucy knocked again as she felt her belly rumble. "Hello? Is this occupied or not? I really gotta go." After forty-five minutes, four songs, intermission had come. The audience clapped but it meant nothing to those on stage desperate out of their freaking minds at this point ready to explode into their panties and nice pants. Emily struggled as she closed the curtain, and Calwiki and the girls ran off stage to the toilet. Emily said to Maxline, "You gggotta let us in now." Maxline nodded, in slight annoyance, and they went off. Emily knew she would pop in her pants soon if she didn't take care of business. She held her butt cheeks together as a sharp load of poop that would destroy her pantie and jeans painfully tried to slice out between her ass. She froze at the horror. The choir of girls stood behind a very desperate Lucy. Lucy had her hands under her skirt to plug up her pee hole that was ready to burst open and cover the floor in a yellow puddle. Behind a faster bouncing Jo, then Lily, Kelsey, Nikki, Tyra, and behind them all was Jennie. All the choir girls shuffled their legs and feet in place as they were only a few feet from relief. Ms. Calwiki stood at the back of the line in disbelief with her hands in her crotch and legs inwards as they wobbled. Calwiki said in a quiet, strained voice, "This...no...no no!" Maxline shook her head as her foot tapped and made clicks in the heels as her own discomfort started in her bladder. Emily pulled on Maxlines sleeve. "Dean! There's no way I can wait in that line. I'm going to explode. My stomach is going to burst open." Maxline ignored and went to unlock the bathroom. "Your instructor gets to go first." Calwiki was desperate. But she shook her head. "No. Let my girls go first. They worked hard for tonight." They all loved Calwiki. Right in that spot Lucy's legs shuffled faster and she bounced like a mad woman. Her boobs jiggled as her tits erected from the stress and sweat pointed out. "Oh I'm gonna pop let me through!" As she headed in she was pushed aside by Emily who had her body alarms going off. Red alert! Emergency! Emily was going to explode. The fear of humiliation was too much to think about. How could she return to work or school again? How could any of them as they all felt the same dilemma. But Maxline held Emily away since she was not first. Emily fought and the girls in line squirmed and bounced as their need for a release grew. Lucy was distracted and some old lady ran by all of them with her decades of entitlement and occupied the one toilet. They were all shocked. Outside the door Lucy was fighting with the handle. Emily was knocking hard. Lucy's jaw dropped as she crossed her legs for she felt her body was finally giving up. She yelled through the door, "Hurry up already!" Jamie yelled from the back, "Yeah we have to go back on soon." They heard the toilet flush, and it increased all their desperation a more even though they had to poop. The knowing of what their relief could sound like made them want to surrender in their panties and pants there. Nikki almost passed out from the pulsing pain. Lily bounced and cried actual tears. The door opened, but for Emily it was too late. It was happening now. She ran from everyone. She quickly in tiny steps went down the stairs. She moaned, "Ah, ah, an. EEEEE ah!" She slammed her body against the doors and went outside, unbuttoned her jeans, was behind the bushes and literally a second from release. BUT....lights flashed at her. She quickly stood up and buttoned her jeans, the load still inside. It was campus police. The cop, he said, "Ms. What are you doing?" Emily sweated. "Me?!? Um, um, uh, I, I was just looking for some glasses I lost out here before." Her legs crossed tight. She had no idea how she held in all this. She put her hands on her hips. Her belly literally felt like it would rip open at the skin and splatter everywhere. The cop gave her a suspicious look. Lucy did not make it inside. Jo pushed her aside and went in and let it all out, avoiding an embarrassing accident. Lucy's eyes watered and she bit her lip as she watched someone down the hall take a sip from the water fountain and saw the streaming foreshadow do panties death. Dean Maxline stood there impatient, her hands firmly in her pockets as she tapped her foot in the heel hard and legs tight together. Maxline saw they only had enough time for one more person to go. "Forget the line. I'll choose who gets to go before we go back on stage." The girls shook. She pointed at one of them as Lucy stood on the side ignored by Maxline. Maxline pointed at one of the choir girls. "You get to go next." But who was it? Emily was outside, legs crossed in her tight jeans, her private area swollen as well as her belly. Her gut had intense burning that made her scared she would explode any second. She was going to finally take a bathroom break in the bushes, but now the cop was watching her. "Miss, you seem a bit unwell or something," he said. Emily shook. She sweated bullets. "I-I'm...I'm fine sssir." She rubbed her back to relax her muscles. Her hips moving back and forth as slow as she could make them go. She said quietly, "I'm going to burst like a waterfall of diarrhea in my panties." That fear of humiliation made her heart race and lose breath with anxiety. "Were you going to go to the bathroom in that bush? You know there are cameras around here right? And that's also illegal." Emily had tears of agony fall from her eyes. She said, "NNNo I wasn't going-going to do that." She was dying inside. Inside, Maxline pointed at………………………………Kelsey. "You have a solo young lady. You need focus. Go now. Fast." After the door opened Kelsey ran in there and almost popped a mess in her panties. As the door shut Lucy tried to rush inside but the Dean placed her leg out to block the poor audience member. Lucy bounced as her legs crossed. She pulled on her face as the pulses of agony became too much. She decided she would go outside, there was no choice, a couple drops leaked out. "I'm not gonna make it! I'm not gotta make it! Oh, but I have to!" She burst through the doors outside and was confronted by the campus cop and Emily who also shook from her desperation. Lucy sweated as her legs shook and her jaw dropped. "Mamm are you okay?" The cop asked. Lucy said, "I'm fine I just...I" she struggled to keep her words and thoughts together. She stared in horror as the outside sprinklers went off. Drops flung in the air and splashed. Flares of pain went into Lucy. Lucy bent over her waist as the pain was unbearable like a watery flame pushing through her. She held herself up by the door. Emily bit her bottom lip and placed her hands against her crotch. Tears fell from Lucy's eyes. It was coming. She felt the warm glist flow along her private part and her panties feeling a wee bit warmer. "Miss maybe you need to see a doctor. I'll call for some fluids." The word fluids hurt her as it was water like. "No..." she said in a breathless voice. People started to walk back inside since intermission ended and a crowd was around her. A good half dozen stopped and stared at the struggling woman on the verge of bursting. She grew so scared and turned red as all these people might she her, a grown woman, wet herself. Emily herself had her legs crossed so tight the jeans showed her muscles. Her boiling belly was erupting as it came from the bottom of her shirt balloon belly. She cried, but held back tears as much as she could. "Take some water." Someone held out a water bottle to Lucy and the liquid inside flowed from bottom to top. Lucy squirmed and said, "Ahhhhh stop please!" Her muscles weakened, oh poor woman why did the dean have to lock up the bathroom. This woman was not even in the choir. The sprinklers still going, and she felt herself start to leak. Both of tears and the other thing. More people were focused on Lucy than Emily even though both squirmed cried and sweated desperation. They had to go SOOOOOO bad. Their panties doomed. "Please...stop. Let me...oh nnnno NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Then BOOOOOM! Lucys bladder burst, and a large stream of pee echoed out of her burning and swollen private area. "NooooOOOOOOO!" She cried bloody tears. Her panties filled and were soaked and fell off her a little as the hot stream stained in a puddle around her. Her body was a faucet and people covered their mouths as liters poured out of her. The poor woman was so red and cried. Her legs, feet, heels, skirt and panties ruined from wetness. People around town who knew her and she would pass by remembering this humiliation. "Ahhhho," she moaned from the pain. The embarrassment and disbelief caused a panic that made the poor woman faint in her own puddle of pee. Boy would she stink when she woke up. "I have to get back to work!" Emily shouted as the sight of someone else wetting made her body automatically start to give an alarm and urge to go to the bathroom…except her’s was much thicker and darker. She uncrossed her legs and ran back through the door and cried, knowing she was on the verge of a major, embarrassing accident. She might actually go to the bathroom in her jeans and panties. Her legs still tight at the private section as she squeezed her holes shut as they timer inside was about to go off. One hand tight against her crotch, one pushed against her ass. Inside the desperate choir headed back to stage, and Emily reached the door but it was locked. She pulled in the handle and pushed her foot against the wall to pull it open. Come on you! Please God! Don't let this happen to me! It wouldn't budge. Her toilet of relief was locked. Her legs squeezed together and one went up to her chest by the knee. Step by step she backed away and felt herself about to lose it. "Oh, ah, e e ah!" "Emily get back in here," Dean yelled. As the rest of the choir except for Jo and Kelsey squirmed on stage. Dean Maxline and Emily sat as they watched the choir perform. The voices for most sounded so off pitch. The girls were in great discomfort and desperation. Jo and Kelsey were fine cause they went, but Calwiki, the choir, Emily and even the Dean herself all desperate. Maxline had that huge coffee. She sat in her dark greenish gray pants and crossed her legs and shook them as they watched. She looked so disappointed. Her belly expanded out a few centimeters from the huge gallons of boiling liquids that wanted to erupt like a sunfire out of her body in the form of pee. "Embarrassing," Maxline said. She looked down at Emily and rolled her eyes. Poor Emily. Her legs were brought up to her chest and crossed tight. She was sweating like crazy and crying. Every second she felt like she would explode and she held off each time. But it would not last forever. "I...can't...hold....iiit anymore." She moaned. Lily leaped off stage in the middle of performing. She dashed but was blocked by Dean Maxline. Lily legs crossed and she bounced crying. Lily said, "Dean please I have to poop so bad!" She turned red from saying it. Oh the humiliation. "Back on stage now," Maxline demanded. Lily kept trying to run by but each time Maxline cut her off. Lily went back to stage and stood with her desperate choir mates. As bad as she felt everyone could tell poor Tyra and Emily were the ones about to burst. Tyra had her legs crossed, her butt cheeks going back and forth as she pulled on her hair. Her gut was on fire and she lost a couple drops already and could feel her poo squeezing out through her cheeks. After they finished, they had one last intermission. Emily got a head start and was just turning the corner to the bathroom. It was in sight and she lit with joy...but the choir dashed in front of her and danced desperately in line. Emily's eyes watered. She was going to crap in her new panties so much. "Dean hurry up!" Nikki who was first in line yelled. The Dean unlocked the door and Nikki ran inside. She made it. Next would be Tyra, then Lily, Jennie, Calwiki, and Emily last. Tyra was dancing with her legs crossed. "Oh...my...GGGod!" "Tyra can I cut in front?" Lily begged. Tyra said in a very sarcastic tone as she held her crotch and squirmed, "Oh sure, because I don't have to go or anything. I'm not about to have a total meltdown accident in my panties. It all evaporated into chocolate dust and I'm fine now." Nikki came out of the bathroom. Just as Tyra turned Lily went in and said "Thanks!" Tyra froze and jaw dropped as the door closed. She wrestled with the handle. "Open up! Open up! Oh, please I can't hold it anymore!" Tyra fell to the ground holding her stomach as it let out a loud growl that burned the inside of the girl. "Eeeeeee!" Jennie moaned in agony. Her butt and front part so swollen her fancy pants tightened on them. Her tan skin turned pale as she kept her legs tight together and heels shuffled in place. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God----eeerrrrrrrrrgh!” Calwiki had her legs crossed and as holding herself around her torso as she bounced. The poor conductor just bought her outfit. She looked at her boss Dean Maxline who stood from the side. Maxline looked concerned and her tall legs twitched at the knee. As her right leg curved over the other at the knee, it kicked back and her heel dangled off of her foot. Her hands against her crotch. Maxline was desperate. Her bladder felt full, hot, and hard to hold in. "Um, excuse me?" A woman questioned from behind. Her name was Alexandra, in a tight red, short dress. Enna, a blonde in a tight black shirt and dark blue dress pants. Then Kate, a tall blonde, who had on a dark blue dress with sleeves. The dress was short, a couple inches above her knees. Alexandra said as she and the other two squirmed. "This isn't the only bathroom is it? We've come here like three times and it's always locked." Maxline said, "Wait you three are the musical investors." "Yes, we had a lot to drink earlier and have been trying to get to a bathroom but it always locked." Kate crossed her legs and along with Enna squirmed up and down and said, "Ooohhh, I'm not gonna last much longer!" Alexandra said, "Maybe we should leave early. No way we can wait in that line and avoid accidents." "No!" Maxline said. She could not lose these investors. As Lily exited the bathroom looking relaxed Tyra was about to run in but Maxline grabbed her. "Please, go ahead of us. You're pretty much royalty here." Tyra's heart sank. "No way! I-"But Maxline turned her and held a hand on her mouth. "Please ladies, go ahead." Maxline felt she would burst any second as well. “Thank you,” said Alexandra as she took the bathroom for herself. "Oh nooooOOOOOO!" Tyra yelled. Her stomach had enough. Tyra tried to hold on longer, she did, but it was no use. Her asshole burned too much like spikes, and legs became numb and exhausted. She felt her stomach crack and break inside. She covered her mouth in humiliation as she felt her panties fill quickly with poop both solid and liquid. Not long after it leaked out under her pants. She squirmed and tried to stop, but her body pumped more and more, and everyone backed away as they saw the brown puddle form around her. Pieces inside it. She could not stop crying. She ran into the bathroom as Alexandra exited. Poor Tyra went to the bathroom in her pants in front of her friends, and these musical investing legends. She sat on the toilet, a mess, and cried. Occupying the one bathroom everyone outside so desperately needed. Jennie squirmed up and down holding her waist. "Dean Maxline," she cried. Maxline said, "You better hold it in." She kept her legs closed tight and hand at crotch and knocked on the door. "Tyra, get out here now!" Jennie ran. “Code red!!!!” She got out of sight and saw a garbage can in the hall. Jennie kicked off the top, pulled her pants down, and sat on the inside of the can as her private area burned as diarrhea and piss came out. Her belly deflated and she relaxed. Sucks for the next janitor though. “OOOOOoooaaaaa,” she said in a calm tone. That was close. But what would she wipe with? "What the?" Oh no, her butt was stuck in the garbage can. She could not pull herself out. The two other music investors squirmed as their bladders expanded. Oh, how humiliating for them as legends of this school it would be to wet themselves in public. Ms. Calwiki held herself up on the side of the wall and felt her stomach explode. She shut her legs tight as hell to hold it in. "Oh noooo!" Would she make it? Sweat poured off her like a waterfall. She did not know for a second, but then looked down and saw a similar black puddle of laxative-related poop burn out from under her pants. She turned so red and cried so hard tears ran down her cleavage. This was too much the intense humiliation almost made her heart stop. On her knees, stinky, a mess, and crying. Emily had no idea how she would survive as at that moment, she felt a large surge of pain come over her body. "AHHHHHHHH!" The pain was unbelievable. She heard cracks in her belly. She felt her skin stretch as her belly became round like she was pregnant with her poop gut. Having such a small body, the feeling of exploding poop was all in every piece of her body. Jennie pushed and pushed, but her butt from stuck in the garbage can. She was stuck, legs up, no pants on, and struggled to get out. Some of the audience had walked out to the vending machines and saw Jennie. "Oh no," she said with anxiety. The audience laughed and took pictures of the poor girl. Some of the cute football players for the school were part of that crowd. Even avoiding a humiliating accident she was the victim of humiliation in the end. She cried and covered her face. “Oh my why!” As she squirmed, she tipped over, garbage can still stuck on her ass, and she rolled on the ground without control, leaving a brown trail behind. Agony. How could she ever live this down? Tyra remained locked in the bathroom, her pants and panties ruined. She had filth all over, and she cried from feeling so embarrassed and like a failure. “Oh my God, how do I show my face out there again? I can’t even make it to my car without people seeing me in this mess!” Outside waited Dean Maxline who had her legs shuffling in place as she held her crotch tight. The tall blonde banged on the door to get Tyra out. Sweat of nervousness made her body shake. She was losing now too. Dean Maxline said, "Missie, get out now! There are other people very desperate." Then Maxline said in a low, scrunched up voice, "Me included." She could not speak as the discomfort was hard to control. Enna had her legs crossed and arms on her side, Kate rubbed her belly as her long legs shuffled. "Are there really no other bathrooms here in the building?" Kate asked in a grunted voice. Maxline started to sweat. Her nerves made her full bladder pains worse. Maxline said, "There is a custodian’s lavatory in his office. But I don't have the access for that." "Dean Maxline!" Emily squealed in agony. Her belly was so full it popped out under her shirt and showed her belly button on her pale white stomach. Her lips trembled and eyes watered as a major pulse of pain echoed from her belly through her whole body. "I'm going to have an accident!" Emily was the smallest out of all of them and in the worst pain. She had held it the longest as well. She already felt a couple warm drops in her panties. Some leaked. Enna ran to the bathroom door, her pants tight over her butt. Her pants tight over her swollen crotch as well. A drop shot out into her underwear and she felt it drizzle down her leg. Enna banged on the door like a madwoman. She said, "Missie let us in please! We can't have an accident, we're professionals and this will get around to everyone." "Oh...oh no," Kate cried. She held her crotch and legs tight. "Oh no, oh no, NOOOOOO! PLEASE NOOOO!" Her dress darkened all over instantly as her bladder popped and shot rivers of pee out. Streams leaked from the bottom of her dress and she covered her mouth and cried in humiliation. Dean Maxline couldn't stand seeing another person wet themselves. It caused her agony! She held her crotch with both hands and shook back and forth. Everyone else squirmed and bounced as they held themselves. Emily had her legs twisted together crossed, arms crossed on her stomach and chest. She bit her bottom lip as she felt herself moments from giving out. "Ah, ah, eee!" Enna yelled in terror. Her stomach hurt as if on fire as her exploded gut shot out loads of poop and pee that filled her pants fast and large. An accident, in front of her fellow legends. She couldn't contain the release of the load. "Ow, ow, oooowwwww!" Kate and Enna ran in humiliation. Emily bounced around in agony as two more brown squirts in her pants came out. A thin line could be seen on her jeans which became a bit damp from the sweat. She could not wait much longer. Dean Maxline’s bladder had felt like the size of Europe. It pulsed in a hot, sharp pain in every direction. It was hard to hold and focus. Then suddenly, that hot, sharp pain stretched out through her body. Up through the middle from her girlhood, both sides expanding out with the painful, loaded bladder. Her legs locked, feet shuffled side to side as she pulled on her hair in sweat and tears before holding her crotch. “Ahhhh! What…what is happening!” She thought and thought. Could it be that rare bladder infection? Where the bladder connects with all the body’s cells and if the bladder explodes…so does all of her. She called her doctor and asked what her blood test results showed. She heard the results and dropped the cell phone in terror. “No, no, no NOOOOOO! This can’t happen.” Panic rose for her life. Right before she knocked again as she and Emily were the only ones to remain, Tyra exited the bathroom with a white dress around her bottom. But they looked closer and saw the dress was made out of toilet paper. Tyra said, “I flushed my pants down the toilet. This was so humiliating. You’ve ruined my life.” She looked at the Dean as she said that. Then, turned to Emily. “And you!” She poked Emily’s huge belly over and over which caused explosions of pain in the poor girl. “You’re our stage worker. You’re supposed to make sure things like this don’t happen.” Emily cried. This was so unfair. “But that’s not.” Tyra left before she answered, and turned to the toilet. Emily and Dean Maxline, both about to burst, watched in horror as the toilet, clogged with Tyra’s pants, overflowed. Water poured over the top and flooded the floor, mixing with the messes of each woman who did not make it in time. Emily was in so much pain she tipped over. Dean Maxline could not believe this. Her bladder expanded more and more. Each huge pulse of agony ripped her body inside more. “This can’t be real!” she cried. She cried and shook unable to comprehend the drasticness of her situation. This couldn’t be the end of her…could it? She was going to pee in the first bush she found outside. She turned the corner at the same time the janitor had with his mop, and the end of the stick of the mop hit Dean Maxline right in the bladder. An arrow shot at a hot air balloon. That accidental poke sent a wave of fire like no other through Maxline that Hurt like hell as she was torn in two by the pressure of her bursting bladder. She tried yelling but she could not speak from her brain having fried, and like in the cartoons, BOOM! The janitor jumped back. He could not believe his eyes. All that remained of Dean Maxline was her ripped up clothes and a large yellow puddle. She was gone. The janitor mopped up the mess. Emily could not take much more. Hell, she could not take it anymore. Her jeans sliced into her bloated, poop-filled belly which felt like a load of fire that also wanted to shoot out of her ass. She made little farts every few minutes. The pain was constant just like the fear of humiliation. She was on the ground on her side shaking as the pain bubbled inside her. Her legs crossed tight like a twister. Butt cheeks tight, but became number and she sweat so much from the holding after so long and stress that it made her shirt and pants tighter which made this worse and more uncomfortable. “Plea…please…” she begged the universe. “NN…not like this.” She crawled on her side while she said this. Her heart raced at this impending accident. “Emily!” Jo, one of the lucky girls, said to her. She picked Emily up off the floor and said, “Where’s Dean Maxline? We need her to make the closing announcement to the audience.” Emily only shook. Unable to speak. “Well if she’s not here, it falls on you. Come on!” Emily shook her head. She was going nuts but could not speak. The pain caused her words to stop. She was going to have a graphic accident. This could not happen in front of every friend, classmate, and teacher. NO! Emily pulled and pulled but no use. Her strength all used up, and she knew she'd never make it now. She was tossed on stage barely grabbing herself. Lights shined on her, shaking uncontrollably and cried unable to believe this, or accept her faith. she was letting it out slowly in her pants without control right before the audience, frozen in fear and unable to move from the pain. As a little fart escaped, people turned to another scream and saw Jennie roll in the garbage can on stage, flipped up and Emily’s eyes widened in terror. Jennie without control rolled and smacked into poor Emily hitting her belly. That little fart immediately erupted into a loud explosion as Emily’s watery, dark bowels graphically exploded out of her body. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she yelled in the agony of embarrassment and pain from her asshole burning. Her jeans became flooded, and her legs felt like crust as her jeans expanded off her and ripped in some spots. Her jeans went from tight blue to bloated brown layers of sewage. Her panties from a light color and clean to becoming dark and stinky and now sticky and stuck to her ass. She will have to peel it off later. Poop even shot upwards and covered Emily’s upper half as well as some of her face and hair. As she fell her bowels, so close to having been held in long enough to at least avoid this, went over the walls of the stage, the floor, and even hit some people in the front row. Namely the university president’s wife. As this happened, those two minutes of Emily unable to crawl away, covered in her own brown and black sewage-like poop was unable to comprehend. She laid on her now deflated and thin belly crying so loud and unable to stop. The most embarrassing accident a college girl could have. The remaining poop spurted in a small fountain coming out of her ass like one of those fountains in a chocolate factory (ewww). “Oh…oh my…WHYYYYYYYYYYYY!” Emily cried. The audience booed, gasped in horror, and the choir girls left, unable to think of what to do as the stage looked like someone splattered multiple pots of bean soup and chilli everywhere. How did all of that even fit in that little twenty-something year old girl who did not deserve this. Two days later, over the weekend, Emily laid in her bed at home crying. Her belly still in pain from the traumatic experience, but was told by a doctor she should be fine with a light diet for a couple weeks. She was in blue pajama shirt and pants, and yellow socks with unicorns on them. She brushed her short black hair out of her eyes unable to stop crying. What happened had been all over the news. In fact, Emily’s accident was so embarrassing that it not only caused her intense butterflies and chills of humiliation, she was too embarrassed to walk out in public. Her accident was so huge and humiliating the other people who had them that night were not even mentioned. She needed comfort. Emily called her boyfriend. No one answered. She tried her friends from school. No one answered. “What the?” what was going on? Emily looked online and was shocked to see her boyfriend and friends all defriended her form social media accounts. She was even a trending hashtag called the PoopGirl. She shook, cried, unable to comprehend the abandon from them, cause of wanting to over humiliation by hanging out with her. She even got an email from her college. She had been removed from their attendance, in other words EXPELLED! That accident humiliated the school as well. And some of her bowels landed on the university's presidents wife. They made it all on her. It was Dean Maxline’s fault but she was still missing. No boyfriend, no friends, and no school…she would have to change her name and hair color to have a new life. She put hands over her face. “Why, why, why, why WHY!” Punched her pillow, and laid in her misery. But maybe one day, it would be better. THE END.
  10. I'm doing this on another member's request, payment, and story outline suggestion. Hope 'yall enjoy! This is not finished, but I'll go ahead and put the first part out there. Krystal's watch alarm went off just as she thought she would make it to campus on time. She would have been there early, but had realized she had left her history homework at Casey's the night before when she first arrived. Since Casey's house was so close to the campus, she decided to just run there and back. But morning traffic had blocked her on the way back (with the crosswalks and all), thus slowing her down. Nevertheless, her alarm was purposely set 15 minutes early, so she still had some buffer. She just couldn't brag to Casey and Hanna that she had arrived at the college 15 minutes early every day of the first 9 weeks anymore. "Bother," she thought. "I'll just have to try again next quarter." Meanwhile, the jog had left her panting and thirsty. She was an athletic girl, in fact she had beaten her computery older brother in so many wrestling matches when they were younger that he almost automatically submitted to her when she tackled him nowadays. But a jog on a school morning that she had not warmed up for at all had consequences nonetheless (though she was glad she had decided to wear a thin, light green t-shirt even though it was a bit small instead of the hotter black one). She walked with a slight stagger to the main building, thankful for the air conditioning inside (it was late summer). Imediately, she went over to the vending machines and bought a large vitamin water. Guzzling this down, she decided she would need some ordinary water to completely quench her thirst (vitamin water, or any dring with something dissolved in it, can be quite unsatisfying). With a few minutes left, she filled the empty bottle at the water fountains and then went over to a bench to finish recovering from the jog. She had just finished it when her phone calendar notification for class start went off. Getting up she felt a slight twinge in her bladder as her tight jeans put pressure on it from the way she rose. Why had she not taken the time to switch into the right size jeans? The problem of finding pants that were the right size was amplified at the moment since she was just coming out of a growth spurt, during which her grandmother had sent her many a pair of pants. Sorrily, most of these pairs were still in almost-new shape, but unusable because they were now too small. She decided she didn't have time to go to the bathroom since that was probably what all the careless students would be doing, and she couldn't wait for them, nor did she want to be seen by/with them. As she headed to class, however, something at the back of her mind seemed to be trying to warn her about something involving today and the women's bathroom, but she couldn't remember what it was.
  11. So this is a story about my friend named Abby. Don't worry everyone, I still have more stories about Grasen, they'll come in time. But this happened today at my college, and I thought I'd share it while the memory is fresh in my head. This is probably the best wetting experience I've witnessed, hands down. The situation is very similar to the story I told a little while back, about how Grasen pissed herself at the movies. I've witnessed only one other wetting from Abby, which was a while ago, back when we worked together. I had wrote part of the story down, but felt my wording and descriptions weren't that great, so I deleted it all. Also, since it was a while ago when that story happened, I don't remember it quite as well. Anyways, so about what happened today. Abby is like my best friend. She's really really cute, and we sort of have something going between us, but not to the point where I'd tell her about my interests. So here's a little bit about Abby: She has dark, dyed red hair. Sort of like a maroon-ish color. She also has those big glasses girls usually wear. Breasts aren't bad I guess, but they aren't the biggest. She's very thin as well. Ass is pretty good for a skinny girl like herself, as well. Abby always wears black skinny jeans. Like she's worn black skinny jeans for as long that I've known her for. She wears short black boots as well. [She's a metalhead] So today, there was some sort of assembly thing for certain students at my college. I'm not even sure what it was about, and it didn't have to do with Abby or myself, so we just sat in the back of the auditorium where we could talk about how stupid it was. Straight from the start, I noticed how antsy Abby was being. Usually she gets like this, antsy, so I didn't really think much of it. So we were just listening to the speaker today, and we started to just sit in silence. Well, there was a number of people in the auditorium, I'd say roughly 300 or so, so it was packed. We sat in silence, listening to the speaker. Abby locked her hands together and rested them on her crotch. "I need to use the bathroom, ugh," she said. "Just get up and leave the auditorium, and go to the bathroom then?" I said. Here's another thing you should know about Abby. Her social anxiety kills. She hates standing up in the middle of classes to use the bathroom, because people might look at her, and she hates attention. She tells me about this all the time, and always says about how often she has to hold it in, just so she doesn't have to have anyone look at her. I used to be the same way myself, so I understand completely. Abby stared at me as if I had two heads. "What? No!" she said. "People are gonna see me leave, I can't do that!" I nodded, understanding. "Just a suggestion, I guess," I said. "I mean, most people's eyes are gonna be on the speaker, but I see where you're coming from." "Ugh, I mean I really need to go, too, like really bad," she said. "I just can't have people see me leave. I'd have an anxiety attack." "Just hold it?" I suggested, but the look Abby gave me told me that that wasn't exactly the best answer I could come up with. Abby didn't say anything, and went back to listening to the boring speaker make a presentation about technology's changing in society or something. I wasn't paying attention, because Abby had now peaked my interest, so my mind wasn't on that. I doubt Abby was even listening either, considering she started becoming very desperate. Abby hadn't really said anything for a while about her need to pee, but I could tell it was weighing heavy on her mind. Unfortunately for her, she didn't have the leg room to cross her legs, as I sort of have long legs, and I was taking up even her leg room, too. So what she did instead, was push her thighs together, and rest them on the seat in front of us. So she then rested her arm between her legs, on her crotch, with a lot of pressure. She kept sighing heavily and tapping her foot, constantly checking the time on her phone, waiting for this speaker to shut up so then the assembly could be over. Me, on the other hand, I wanted the speaker to drag on more and more and more. Which he did, much to my luck. Classes were over soon, so this meant that after the assembly, we could just go drive home or go to our dorms. Abby and I both drive home, since we live nearby. I told her that I would walk her to her car. She said, "Fine, but can you walk with me to the bathroom when this thing is over? If people see me, they'll see you too so not all the attention will be on me," she laughed. But she was serious. I told her of course, that's what friends are to do for each other. Abby checked her phone again. 15 minutes until we get to go home. She sighed heavily, starting to become irritated. "Abby, I can walk you to the bathroom right now if you want," I said. "Seriously, like if you need to pee so bad, don't like harm your bladder or whatever by holding it in." "No! I can wait! Just 15 minutes is so long, though." She started becoming a little overwhelmed. She turned to me, and placed her legs on my lap. Now having the room, she crossed them and shoved her hand deep in between her legs, and rubbed back and forth, massaging it through her jeans, I guess to take off the pressure a little more. I joked. "Great, so if you piss yourself, you're gonna piss all over me!" "Hey, what are friends for?" Abby said, laughing a little. 10 minutes went by, and frankly, I was hoping for her to piss herself while her legs were on me, but at the same time I didn't feel like smelling like piss. She was becoming pretty frantic. I rubbed her legs to ease her and have her relax. "I can't sit anymore," she said, and stood up. As she was standing, a small dark spot between her legs slowly formed. It was because she relieved the pressure she was using with placing her hand on her crotch, so she obviously let out a squirt of hot piss. Her hand immediately shot to to her ass where she grabbed at her pussy. She crossed her legs and leaned against the wall. (We were sitting at the far side, in the back, so she had a wall to lean against.) She slowly turned and faced me, with her face blushing. "What's wrong?" I asked dumbly, already knowing what was, in fact, wrong. "I just peed a little," Abby said, embarrassed. "No way." "Yes I did!" Abby retorted. "Wait, let me see?" I asked. Abby let her hand go off her crotch so she could show me the wet patch. But as soon as she did, more pee came out, going through her panties, into the tight black skinny jeans she was wearing. She quickly put her hand back. "See? And I can't even move, like if I move or pull away my hand, I'm gonna just ruin my pants." This was kind of a douchy move on my part, but Abby would've done the same exact thing to me if I were in this situation. Our friendship involves pranking each other, and making each other look like asses to ourselves. So I grabbed her arm, and pulled it away, where she started wetting some more. She laughed a little, realizing that what I did was a little funny, but she kept trying to pull her hand back, but failed. She used her left hand this time and took my hand off of her right arm. I could've stayed on longer, but I didn't want to be a COMPLETE ass to her, so I let her free lol. But when she had tried to get herself free, she started to sink down to the ground, still crossing her legs, in utter desperation to keep as much piss in her bladder until the very end. She put both hands now, back on her pussy, which her hands were now starting to get wet. The speaker finally finished, which meant it was the end of the day. Abby didn't move an inch. "Abby, let's go," I said. "You're gonna piss a hole through your pants in a second if you don't go to the bathroom now." She moaned a little and looked over with tears in her eyes. "Ohh...I told you, if I move, I'm just gonna end up wetting all over the place...there's no use in trying to go to the bathroom now, my pants are gonna get ruined completely in any second." "Just wait for everyone to leave the auditorium, and just piss," I said. We waited, and when we were the only ones left alone, Abby finally let her hands free. Her stream started off slowly, but then fastened until piss was rapidly going all over her tight black jeans, down her legs and creating a huge wet spot on the carpet. Abby stepped backwards, relieving all of the pressure from her bladder. But she stumbled, as her knees gave out from the relieving feeling, and she feel backwards. I immediately caught her, but she was still falling. She was feeling faint, she said, because it was too embarrassing for her to do this in front of me, and that can be a sign of a panic attack, which her and I are prone to getting. She slipped into my arms where I caught her. The thing is, though, I was still sitting. My legs were too weak from seeing all of this, that I simply couldn't stand up. So she fell on my lap, resting her head against my shoulder as I told her everything was okay. Remember earlier how I said I didn't feel like her wetting all over me? Well, I had immediately changed my thought as this happened. I have never felt piss so hot. Her flow was so hot that it actually burned a little. My left leg was in between her legs, where she was wetting all over that leg. But since her pussy was pretty much resting on my leg, with only jeans between the two of us, I felt it all coming out of her crotch, rapidly going down both of her legs, and my leg, getting all over the floor. Piss was getting EVERYWHERE. No one said a word. The only sounds that were made was the loud hissing of her hot flow, and her moaning in relief. Right. In. My. Ear. Time seemed to never end. I think for about a minute and a half, did the flow continuously form out. She tilted her head back in utter relief. Then as she finished up, she started to snap back to full consciousness. She moved her head to the side so our eyes met, and she looked down. Her face was bright red. Tears started to well up in her eyes. I didn't have it in my heart to tell her that this, in fact, is something I like. In fact, I've never told anyone this, because I'm afraid no matter what, it could get between our friendship. I just told her what I usually tell people. That this happens to everyone, and it's nothing to be embarrassed about. I will admit this, though. You could say we're friends with benefits, but nothing really sexual tbh. Just romantic friends I guess. We ended up making out after for a few minutes. Abby stood up finally. She spread her legs and felt all around her legs. I stood up. I looked at my legs, which was mostly one big spot on my left leg, but that wasn't wear the real mess was. The floor had a big stain from where she started to piss, then a stream from where she started to slip, and a puddle on a few of the seats, and a huge stain from where we were sitting. Abby's legs stuck to her pants, which she constantly tried to get them unstuck, but would fail. She gave up trying, and we just grabbed our stuff and headed out of campus. Probably the best wetting experience I've witnessed, or possibly of all time. If anyone wants to chat in private messages, I'm always up for a chat to shoot the breeze! Thanks for reading, sorry if this was too long, but a lot obviously happened today.
  12. Hey, so I haven't been on here in literally forever. Sorry about that, been really fucking busy with work and stuff. So since I'm actually finally back, why not kick it off with another experience that I witnessed with Grasen? So this was during my senior year in high school, and I was in a science class at the time. At this point in my life, I had already witnessed several other wettings, so I actually began to jot down details of whenever I witnessed something. I still have the notebook, which is why I post the stories on here, is because I see the stories written down whenever I look through it. Alright so, like I said, I was a science class at the time, and I had it at the end of the day. I had gotten through about halfway through the period (and it was mostly just taking notes) and was almost falling asleep because of how long a day it had been. Then, something woke me up and made me snap out of it. "Pardon the interruption, but the building is now in lockdown." The loudspeaker even made me jump, it was so loud. Now, keep in mind that I have severe anxiety. So whenever I hear these things, my immediate reaction is, holy fucking shit there's probably a shooter in the building holy shit. And I thought this especially at the time, because we had already had a fire drill at the time, so I thought it very strange that we'd have a lockdown drill on the same day. So I was instructed by my teacher for everyone to go under their desks. The lights were shut off, door was locked, the shades were drawn, everything became dark. So I decided that for the five minutes that the drill would take place, I would just play that Crossy Road game under the desk, on my phone. The expected five minutes turned to ten minutes, then that turned to fifteen minutes. At this point, I began worrying that something could potentially happen to me, I didn't know what the hell was going on. I texted my friends trying to see if they knew what happened, but nothing was really known. Only rumors. So I became very bored, and started to fall asleep again. (Perfect time to sleep during school, am I right?) Then, an announcement rang on the loudspeaker. "Students and teachers, please remain in lockdown mode until the police leave the building." Now I really began to worry, like why would the police be here?? I began falling asleep again, until something caught my attention again. It was Grasen's voice from across the room. "Are we allowed to leave the room?" My teacher replied, "no, we're in lockdown, Grasen." Grasen was wearing a tight shirt and tight jeans with a black belt tightly around her waist that day. All tight. Then I heard Grasen say, "but I really have to pee..." My teacher ignored her. "Can I please go? The bathroom is right outside the classroom, I'll be quick!" "No Grasen. I'll get in trouble and so will you if you leave here." "Literally I am about to pee my pants, ughhhh....." Grasen complained. Hell yeah. My teacher ignored her again. Now, I know some people, when they have to piss, will just toss out "I'm gonna pee my pants," even if it's not that bad. But Grasen KEPT on complaining, over and over again, on how bad she had to pee. "Could I just open a window and pee out that?" "Look Grasen, you should have went before you came to class anyways. Don't you know you can weaken your bladder by holding it in so long? It's been scientifically proven." "Oh my god, I just really need to pee so bad, I'm actually right about to pee myself, no joke." A good half hour must have went by from the start of the lockdown. So we were in there for a while. And it was right at the end of the day, and another announcement came up: "Teachers, please do not dismiss your students, we are still in lockdown for the next ten minutes." Grasen groaned. Since we knew that the lockdown was almost over, people starting getting up and walking around. My teacher didn't care. I walked up to her for a minute to say something to her, and when I walked away, I went over to Grasen. I started up conversation with her about how long the lockdown was being. We started chatting, and somewhere along the conversation, she said, "I have no problem with how long the lockdown is to be honest. Actually, I wouldn't have a problem, if I didn't have to go pee so badly." As we talked, she leaned on her desk, biting her lips. Another fucking announcement came on. "The lockdown is over, but please remain in your classrooms as the buses have not yet arrived." Grasen ran over to my teacher. "Can I please go now? Please?" My teacher simply said, "No." Grasen's jaw dropped. She spoke so fast it sounded like it was all one word. "Ohmygodimactuallyabouttopissallovermyselfplease" My teacher walked away. Everyone started putting on their bags. The bell finally rang, and almost everyone walked out of the class. Grasen looked happy to hear that the bell rang. Well, she was, until we heard on the announcements "Although the bells rang, do not send your students out of the class, the buses still are not here." My teacher said, "oh shit", and quickly ran out of the classroom to get everyone back in. But to my teacher's horror, everyone had been long gone. Grasen was just about to put on her bag when the announcement, and she looked at me with literal tears in her eyes. "No...." she quivered, looking down at her jeans. We were the only ones left in the class. A patch started off small, to which it got darker, and bigger, spreading rapidly all along the front and sides of her jeans. She looked up at me after about 5 seconds of staring at her pants. Her mouth was wide open, which turned into - get this - a smile, followed by a short, quiet laugh from her. I didn't know what else to say. So stupid me says "Are you actually pissing your pants?" No shit Sherlock. "Yeah, can't you see?" Grasen replied, blushing. As always, a puddle formed, dripping from the bottom of her tight jeans, onto the marble floor. She turned around to look at the back of her jeans, and yes, the bottom of her beautiful ass was soaked. It went down from her ass, down her thighs, with a few small streams at the bottom, followed by it splashing on the floor. "Oh my god...." Grasen said when she finished, and ran out of the classroom to run into the bathroom across the hall. I'll tell you what happened after she came out in another experience story, I feel it's as good as another experience put down. It's not another wetting from her, but it was just so good of an experience, it should deserve a second part on its own.
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