Oh to be forced to have an accident by a cute boy. For him to have me take drink after drink, filling me up with liquids that we both know will be traveling to my bladder very soon. And whenever I drink he praises me, saying that I'm being so brave and that I'm such a good girl
And then he teases me, playing water sounds and running the faucet just to see me squirm and hold myself. He teases me whenever I do a potty dance, but after a while he tells me to stay still, uncross my legs, and keep my hands to my side. I try to object but one look from him and I'm already putty in his hands, obeying every command. But as soon as I stand how he wants me to, a large spurt of pee shoots out and wets my panties. I manage to get it under control but just barely, it only took about one and a half seconds of sweet relief that have me craving for more. And the way my now soaked panties is hugging my clit doesn't help.
Noticing my distress, the cute boy reaches down my pants to feel my panties, groping my pussy in the process. I whine and instinctively buck my hips at the pressure, my face is on fire at this point as I try to stammer out an explanation, beyond embarrassed. He just chuckles, retracting his hand and says, "Looks like somebody's about to have an accident." In a tone that makes me all squirmy.
I can't even form a reply before he presses on my bladder and begins to massage it. I feel a couple of more drips slip out as I press my thighs together, begging him to please let me go, that I've been holding for so long and I don't know how much longer I can hold it
He laughs and shakes his head. "Not yet, baby. I want you to lose control for me. I know how much you enjoy the feeling of a full bladder and feeling the sweet relief of releasing all that pee into your pants. I know you like it, why fight it?" I can't respond as I let out another leak because of him groping my bladder, this time leaving a wet spot at the front of my jeans. He palms at the spot with one hand as he continues to tease my bladder
"I know, baby, I know. You have to go sooo bad. I made you drink so much water that's now sitting heavy in your bladder. Imagine how good it would feel to let go, how good it would feel to wet your pants and feel the droplets wet your thighs and slide down your legs. You got an entire ocean of piss in here just begging to be released, just think about how much you're holding right now. Your poor bladder must be absolutely throbbing right now, so why don't you just go ahead and pee your pants?"
It's all too much, the teasing, the groping, the pee just waiting on the edge of my pee hole. The boy gives me one last squeeze to my bladder before the floodgates open.
At first I'm mortified and try to get my stream under control, but as he keeps rubbing the front of my pants and whispers encouragement, I take a moment to bask in the warmth of my piss flooding my pants. I can't help but moan in complete and utter relief. As I pee, I can't help but apologize for not holding longer and whine about how I'm peeing yourself and that I can't stop. He simply shushes me and runs his fingers through my hair, telling me how good I am, that I'm such a good girl. That I did so well holding it
As I pee, the torrent floods around my feet, creating a puddle that keeps growing until I'm finally done. When I'm done, the cute boy holds onto my shoulders as I come down from the euphoric high. He asks, "Feel better?"
I don't even have it in me to be embarrassed as I nod with a goofy grin. "Hell yeah."


















