I was sitting out at a park, taking in the fine greenery around me on my walk when a Particularly Attractive Woman strode by me, winking and smiling to me as she did. I watched her pass, my gaze obviously stuck to her as she hips swayed and her hair was swayed by a gentle breeze. She gives me one last glance back before disappearing around a corner. I smile and log it into my memory for later, then continue on my walk. I only get a few paces before I start to feel something. Not sure what, but something feels off. I doesn't feel like arousal itself, though I can feel that welling up from my loins as well. I glance around for a bench and don't see any, so I quicken my step. That woman was really sticking in my mind and I was going to need to sit for a bit to calm back down, I could already feel my penis becoming erect in my shorts. At least I thought I did, I felt the familiar feeling of the fabric of my boxers against the head as it slowly slid down ward, and of the arousing swell of it increasing in girth as it grew. As I walked on, becoming more aware of my own size by the second, I realized I wasn't erect, or getting erect. I stopped and looked down to see a more prominent bulge in my shorts, but no sign at all of any hardness. I reach a hand down and touch it, then cup it. It's me, and I could now feel it press against my hand as my dick continued to grow. I resumed walking and now could feel that my balls, too, were growing. I could feel them rub against my thighs and how my cock was now resting against them as it swung freely in my shorts. With every step I could feel my shorts becoming tighter, my cockhead reaching lower, and my balls growing rounder. I felt anxiety well up alongside my increasing arousal. Where was I going? Could I get to my car? What then? My mind raced with thoughts of what to do as I became increasingly aware of how award it is to walk with such large, and still growing, genitals. After a few more minutes of awkward walking, I finally decided that I would just wait until dark and return to my car then, which, hopefully I would be able to drive or at least fit inside my car at that point, given how quickly my junk was growing. Then, I stopped. I felt something I didn't know would feel so... good. The tip of my cock slowly inched out of the bottom of my shorts, rubbing my knee, as thick as a can of pringles, and still completely soft. I gasped lightly as I then felt it finally start to get hard. It pulsed, the entire length slowly lifting and pulling against the leg of my shorts. I hesitantly grabbed the cloth and pulled it up, the light touch of it making me moan as my dick slowly pulsed harder and harder, slowly pushing the head away as the shaft swelled. I winced as my balls were constrained by my shorts and boxers, the thread and fabric strong enough to try and hold them in. Without thinking I stripped off my shorts and boxers, not caring now as there was no way to hide what I had anyway. I return my attention to my cock and see that I can't even reach the tip as the shaft juts out proudly from me, still slowly growing bigger, longer, and girthier with every passing moment. I widen my stance as my balls grow heavy and press against my legs and moan again, the feeling of being so large and having it out where the breeze can caress it enough to make me gush precum. It splatters onto the ground in front of me as I helplessly watch my body continue to change. "Are you alright? I heard so noise coming from-" I hear a voice approach from behind me, I turn without thinking to face them, my cock swinging around in the air, lagging behind with it's immense girth, and they stop when their eyes lock onto it. I feel ashamed, aroused, and lustful all at the same time. This curvy ginger now standing gawking at my growing dick and balls doesn't seem to know what to think either. I can know she is also aroused, as her crotch quickly dampens and she steadies herself on a tree. "Something's happening to me, I don't know why, but uh..." I awkwardly reply, not sure if I should approach her. She takes a step towards me, I smile excitedly and my dick surges in size, my legs starting to wobble from the new weight they're having to support. "You should sit down, uh, here! Sit on this!" she quickly pulls her shirt off, laying it on the ground and helping me sit down. She holds my cock to do this as if it would help, but I don't complain. I can't as her touch sets me on fire and all I can do is moan in response as precum runs down the shaft by the gallon. She licks it from her hands before taking from the source, my cock now huge enough to rival my torso in girth and her height in length. I can barely think as she makes out with my slit, her tongue having more than enough room to slide in and play around. I'm unable to say anything before I feel every muscle in my body tense all at once as my balls unleash their fullness upon her face, dosing her with rope after thick rope of my hot, sticky, gooey, potent, and according to her, delicious cum. She moans in her own pleasure after tasting it, striping off he clothes as she tries to hold me to her mouth, the head of my cock rivaling her own. I pry my eyes open to see her gulping it down, amid the buckets of the spunk cascading down her breasts and tummy onto the ground in bucket load. I also see what it's doing to her, how she's starting to fatten between swallows of it. Her breasts soon rival my balls in size as they leak milk, and her hips wide enough to surpass her shoulders as her belly pushes her boobs aside. I gasp as I want to drench every inch of her in my cum. I cum for what feels like an hours, but may well have only been ten minutes. By the end, my balls cover my lap as giant orbs that would each fill a seat on their own, my shaft rivals the old trees around me and my tip is well above her, letting my cum shower down onto her as she is now probably three times the weight she was. Her tits hand down, round and full, to her hips, which are only somewhat wider than her boobs. Her belly is about the same size, a third dome on her front that rests in front of her thighs, the size of which are not easy to describe and get across just how much they've grown. She wobbles and waddles around to me, completely white, head to toe. "That was fun! Should I get my friends for Round 2?" she asks, lust and excitement oozing off her words. All I can do in response is start cumming again.

 

 

 

 

Willow had long been a fan of wetting herself -- in fact, she couldn't even remember how it had started. When she lived with her parents, and then in a college dorm, the opportunities for enjoying that activity had been few and far between, but now that she had her own apartment, she could partake in that particular pleasure as often as she wanted. And she almost always wanted to.

It was a lazy Sunday, which Willow thought were the best days for having "accidents." The night before, she hadn't gone to the toilet before bed, and woke up fairly desperate that morning. (Willow frequently went to sleep with a rather full bladder, but it was less common for her to wake up still desperate, as she often woke up to wet sheets instead.) She lazed around in bed for a while, and contemplated relieving herself right there, but instead got up and went though her usual morning routine, which of course did not involve using the toilet -- in fact, her toilet was rarely used at all. By the time she was making her usual breakfast of toast with jam and a large mug of tea, she was fidgeting quite a lot, and had even resorted to even grabbing her crotch a bit to postpone the inevitable. She made it though breakfast without leaking, but an hour later she had progressed from fidgeting to squirming to flat-out bouncing, was holding herself constantly, and even moaning occasionally. Still, she held on. She loved it when she made a choice to wet herself, and the feeling of deliberately releasing her bladder and letting her pee escape into her clothing, but there was something even better about having a real accident -- at least, as real as an accident could be when she had done nothing to prevent it.

Despite her determination, it was only a few more minutes before the pressure became too much. She spurted, and felt the panties against her crotch grow hot and wet. She gripped herself even harder, but less than a minute later another, longer stream escaped, and she could feel her jeans growing damp under her hands. Willow crossed her legs even tighter and clenched her muscles, but only managed to halt the leaking for a few seconds before her bladder gave up entirely, and urine came flooding out. Her already wet crotch became soaked, and almost immediately after that pee began rushing down the insides of her legs, leaving dark, glistening streaks that widened as her bladder continued emptying. She could feel the wetness seeping up and around her butt, and spreading around her legs. Her formerly white socks turned yellow, and an impressively large puddle formed on the floor. Finally, she finished relieving herself, although excess pee still dripped from her pants to the floor. She looked at the mess she had made, and took a strange sort of pride in how much of her jeans were dark with liquid, and the size of her puddle. Although Willow kept these kinds of activities private, she did enjoy how visible wetting her pants was -- it would have been immediately obvious to anyone who saw her that she had peed, not into a toilet, but directly into her pants! With this thought, she began to rub her crotch and inner thighs through her still-dripping pants, moaning softly with pleasure as she did so.

Only when her pee grew cold and sticky did she stop and clean up. She spent the next several hours being satisfyingly unproductive and waiting for her bladder to refill. However, when she started squirming again, it wasn't because of her bladder. This time, it was her bowels that were becoming more and more insistent on voiding their contents. In order to increase how desperate she felt, Willow walked around her house.

After a few minutes, she felt her load turtling, but she managed to avoid messing her pants for the moment. Once she had regained a reasonable amount of control, she pulled down her pants and underwear, and was satisfied to see skid marks on the otherwise white panty lining. She pulled her pants back up and continued to walk around, occasionally stretching and even squatting. The moments when she almost lost control came closer and closer together, and increased in severity. After a particularly intense cramp, Willow knew she would have no choice but to fill her panties soon. She made her way outside to her backyard, which was surrounded by tall, thick hedges. Once outside, she decided to examine the inside of her panties again, and was rewarded by the sight of numerous new brown streaks.

With her pants still down, however, another wave of desperation hit, and Willow knew that her bowels were seconds away from emptying, whether she wanted them to or not. She only just managed to get her panties back up around her hips (her pants were left dropped around her knees) before she felt her load turtling again. This time, however, she was unable to avoid soiling herself. Her poop started to come out, and tented the seat of her panties before smushing a bit. Willow then gave up on trying to maintain any semblance of continence, and relaxed. Immediately and without any effort, a second, longer log slid out. She could feel the warm mass of poop pressing against her butt, and her panties were now distinctly heavy and sagging. She lightly ran her hand over the back of her panties, and discovered that the bulge was already quite obvious. However, Willow wasn't done yet. She squatted slightly and pushed, so the last of her load was also deposited into her underwear. She also felt a familiar hot wetness running down her legs for the second time that day, and realized that in voiding her bowels, she had also, quite unintentionally and without even realizing she was doing so, voided her mostly-refilled bladder.

Although she had completely relieved herself, Willow continued to stand in her yard for a few moments, taking a strange sort of pride in the mess she had created. She then pulled her pee-streaked pants back up -- further squashing her sizable load as she did so -- and walked inside, causing her poop to shift further into the base of her panties, and her gait became a sort of waddle. She made her way to the bathroom, where she positioned herself in front of the full-length mirror. Although the wet patches were a dead giveaway that she had peed herself, there was minimal visual evidence that she had also soiled herself, since her pants were loose enough that most of the bulge was hidden (she could just barely see it, but she knew what to look for), and a brown color hadn't yet seeped though to the outside of her pants. She then dropped her pants again, and examined how the back of her panties looked.

Now, it was clear that she'd had two "accidents." Her panties were made of thick white cotton, and not only was the front of her crotch wet, but also decidedly yellow. She twisted a bit so she could see her rear in the mirror, and observed that her load was causing her panties to sag quite a lot between her legs -- she even bounced on the balls of her feet a few times so she could feel the weight jiggle. Furthermore, the seat of her panties already had a noticeable brown stain on them. She grinned, appreciating the irony of standing with pee-soaked, poop-filled panties only a few feet away from a toilet. Willow wasn't quite done enjoying her "accident," so she pulled her pants back up again and wandered around her house for a while, before finally cleaning up, showering, and changing.