Hopefully there's a little something for everyone here, including some bedwetting (well, really, peeing pants in one's sleep). Some pooping too -- hope no one is offended by that.
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Katy slumped against the window of the tour bus. She closed her eyes momentarily, but opened them again as the bus seemed to start spinning. “Damn it, let’s go,” she muttered under her breath.
Members of her senior German class were slowly filing back onto the bus after their field trip to a Christmas market, but Katy had boarded the bus early so as to avoid encountering her teacher or any of the other chaperones. She didn’t want to risk their smelling the peppermint schnapps on her breath. Her boyfriend, Tom, had smuggled the schnapps, and the two of them had finished the pint in a field behind one of the shops. Katy didn’t have much experience drinking and so she felt pretty drunk but hoped she could hold it together. As more and more kids climbed the steps, she felt a twinge and realized she probably should have peed before she got on. “Well, too late for that,” she said to herself.
Just before the doors closed, Tom mounted the steps, walked down the aisle and sat down next to her. He gave her knee a squeeze. The bus pulled away, beginning its three hour trip back to the high school.
After the teacher had finished his announcements and sat back down, Tom roughly pulled her toward him into a long kiss. But Katy wasn’t in the mood at the moment; she was still a little dizzy, and so she pulled away from him. “What’s the matter, babe?” Tom asked her. “Nothing, I just don’t feel so good,” she replied, and closed her eyes and leaned against the window again. Now that the bus was moving, in more or less a straight line, the comforting growl of its engine and the late afternoon sun streaming through the window made her feel better, warm and a little sleepy. She pulled her tan raincoat onto her lap and snuggled in. The pressure in her bladder didn’t feel too bad, and she was soon asleep.
She was dreaming a happy dream about being aboard a boat in a tropical climate. The sun was shining, a warm breeze was blowing. She had to pee. She fidgeted in the boat, but no one else was aboard. In her dream, she hugged her knees to her chest. Maybe I could just pee here on the boat, through my swimsuit, she thought. Who would know?
Then the dream shifted, and she was walking along a forest path. She still needed to pee desperately. She looked toward the edge of the path for a place to pee that was somewhat sheltered, but inexplicably she walked on. A rundown house appeared and she went inside. There was a toilet! She approached it and sat down. For some reason, she was naked from the waist down. She positioned herself carefully on the seat of the toilet and began to pee. She could feel the rumbling of the urine as it rushed through her urethra, and a sensation of warmth and comfort spread across her midsection. Perfectly content, she bowed her head and closed her eyes.
But her lap began to feel cold, a coldness she couldn’t shake, and she slowly awoke. Why was her lap so cold? She reached under the raincoat and encountered wetness. At first she couldn’t figure out why her lap was wet. Between her thighs and under her butt was also damp. She caught a faint whiff of urine and realized with a shock that she had peed in her pants.
Surreptitiously she tried to figure out how much damage there was. She couldn’t let Tom know what had happened; he already teased her about being a lightweight. She felt around under the raincoat. It was hard to tell without looking, and the bus coach was dark now. She felt wetness across the top of her lap, and about halfway down the inside of her thighs. She couldn’t really tell how much urine had leaked through under her butt without wiggling around too much. Her bladder still felt full, so maybe she hadn’t peed that much.
But now Tom knew she was awake, and his hands were moving toward her again. She shrugged him off, trying not to make a big deal of it. “Hi,” she said, “how long did I sleep?”
“Good morning, beautiful!” he replied. “You were really out; we’re almost home.”
“Oh, God,” she groaned, as her stomach gave a lurch, “I feel awful.” She had to get to a bathroom, which would also give her a chance to look at how visible her accident was. She glanced around. As if reading her mind, Tom said, “Sorry baby, no bathroom on this bus.” She flushed a little with anger, and also frustration; why did he have to keep calling her “baby”? As if he knew what she’d done in her pants!
But now she began to realize that she had another problem; the pressure on her bowels as well as her bladder was beginning to grow. She clenched her muscles as best she could, and turned her attention to the streetlit roads outside, but they didn’t look familiar to her.
Tom reached for her lap in the darkness, and she turned to him with irritation. “Tom, please stop! I’m not feeling well. I’m sorry,” she finished, as she realized how bitchy she must sound.
“OK, OK,” he said. “No problem, sweetie.”
Suddenly she felt a rush of gas that she just had to let out. She sat and clenched as a cramp rumbled through her abdomen. Carefully, she prepared to release what she hoped was a fart. But as it came out, it felt a little wet, and she grimaced. “What’s the matter?” asked Tom.
“I hope that was just a fart, but I’m not sure,” she admitted.
“Ewww,” he said, but not unsympathetically, and then, “Hang on babe, we’re getting there.”
The fart had relieved some of the pressure, but now she felt her bladder rapidly filling, and she bit her lip, trying to hold on. Another bubble of gas began to gather, and she felt a long low rumbling low inside her, and a sharp pain as she cramped. “Oh God!” she said again. She tried to hold on, unwilling to risk another fart, but the pressure was building too fast. She rolled to one side in an attempt to let it out gracefully and carefully, but it erupted from her with a noise loud enough for Tom to hear. This time she definitely felt a squirt. She hoped it wasn’t much, but she could feel a squishy feeling between her cheeks. What was worse, another squirt of pee escaped into her already sodden panties. “Yikes!” she whispered to Tom, “I’m in trouble.” She no longer cared if he knew; there was little she could do about it.
“Did you, you know ..” his question trailed off.
“Yeah, a little bit,” she answered.
“Look, we’re pulling in to the driveway,” he said, encouragingly, and she looked out and saw that it was true. “Thank God,” she said, and she knew that she’d make it now. The bus pulled up to the front entrance and stopped. The door opened. Tom stood up to let her out, but as they were sitting about a third of the way back, a line of students blocked her way. She gasped as she felt another big bubble gathering, made worse by her change of position. “Come on!” she muttered under her breath and the big kid in front of her.
The line was moving, but so was the gas. Tom was right behind her; she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, and could smell the sour pepperminty odor of the schnapps. Her stomach lurched again, and the pressure began to build to almost unbearable levels. She clenched as hard as she could but she could feel her ass growing hot. There, the steps in front of her were clear.
And then as she stepped down the first step at the front of the bus, the pressure grew to be too much for her strained muscles, and with a loud splattering sound, a blast of wet diarrhea burst out of her into her panties, and spilling down the back of her thighs. “Oh, no!” she wailed, unable to move as another wave swept her, filling her panties, and she lost control of her bladder as well. The kid in front of her turned at the sound of her voice; his eyes grew wide as he watched the inside of the thighs of her faded jeans begin to glisten and rivulets wound their way past her knees all the way down to her ankles and streams of pee began dribbling off the hem of her pants. The smell of her poop accident suddenly overwhelmed the bus, and there were coughs and exclamations from the kids behind her. Finally able to walk, she staggered off the bus, buried her face in her hands and began to sob.
She stood there, dripping with pee and shit. Her German teacher approached with a shocked look on his face, that turned to anger as he smelled the schnapps on her breath.
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