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  1. These are images from a wetting video I recently filmed. She's brand new to the wetting scene and is very calm and easy towards being an online wetter. She chose the right pair of pants and panties to use for this set as if she had been planning this her whole life. I have been filming and photographing this genre for 20 years and it never gets old for me. And it excites me whenever I come across a true fan of wettings. Expect more to come this summer.
    57 points
  2. I'd really love to see more of her (found on ThisVid). A girl in a bra and jeans tells a hot story of her being desperate in a volleyball game she played recently... while also being desperate while telling the story. It's so cute and so hot at the same time. cute bra and jeans pee dance storytime.mp4
    55 points
  3. A few days ago I was at a festival with my girlfriend. On one of the days my GF's favorite band played so of course we wanted to make sure to stand in the front. To do this we decided to go to the band before and just wait infront of the stage until her favorite band played. We got ourself some drinks and some food we went to the stage a few minutes before the band started playing. This wasn't one of our favorite bands but they did a good show and we enjoyed it, and so did many others, more and more people seemed to come to the stage. After the first band there was a 30 minute break. That's when my GF told me she needed to pee. We looked around and came to the conclusion that if we went to the toilets now, we would not get back to the front later on. I asked her how bad it was and she said she can hold it. So she decided to stay in our places. About 5 minutes before the show my GF started to dance around and occasionally hold herself through her skirt. Usually she would never show any signs of her needing to pee, no matter how desperate she is. Could be that she is nervous because of the concert of course. But she said she is ok, so I enjoyed her little dance and didn't say anything anymore (she knows about my kink btw). During the concert I watched her from time to time but mostly concentrated on the band. She seemed to really enjoy it and so did I. After the show was over she was really happy, we talked about the concert for a while and then I said "Ok, now we can go to the toilets". She said "Actually, I don't need to go anymore" which surprised me and I asked her if it's better now that she is not nervous anymore. Her face got red and she started to laugh "No, it got better when... you know..." Only then did I understand. "Did you pee yourself?!" I exclaimed. She nodded. There was nothing to see on her skirt, she said it all went down her legs. When we came back to our tent she took off her skirt and I could see that her underwear was totally soaked. I asked her how it happened and she said "Well, after a while my panties were wet anyways because I couldn't hold everything in, so after the first half I decided it's not worth the struggle and just let got"
    51 points
  4. I recently went camping and had a fantastic genuine accident - IKR WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED IT BASED ON THE TITLE anyways i was with two of my friends and we went to a bog standard like camp grounds. we ended up getting really drunk most nights (which was my favourite part) but on the second to last night i ended up getting absolutely shitfaced like way more than i have been in a long time and i passed out in the tent in the early hours of the morning without going to the (idk what to call it) i guess creepy shower/toilets hut. It was CREEPY with a capital EEP, spiders, flickering lights and broken doors. and i ended up waking up before dawn around 5 and it was still dark. I don't know if it was camping itself or the fact that it was raining outside but I woke up and my bladder basically just told me.. 'hey there Olivia my pal, you have strictly 13 seconds before pee is erupting out of you.' which was weird to me because even when i've passed out drunk before i havent woken up with such a DIRE need instantly. Like normally i wake up and have at least enough time to realise i need to pee before i NEED to pee but when i woke up it was like "BAM YOU ARE ABOUT TO WET YOURSELF" in all honesty i must've needed to pee before sleeping and obviously drinking i just slept through it until my body literally couldn't any more. anyways when i did wake up i had the whole struggle of unzipping sleeping bag and fumbling around for a torch in a hurry but i couldnt find it so i just started going for the zipper. I got the first zipper to like the compartment open and like half jumped/fell through into the main tent area. Apparently (according to my friends) I was making alot of noise and like whispering to myself (i was still pretty drunk but the whispering to myself is the only thing i don't remember) they ended up waking up and like asking me "whats going on why are you freaking out??" and i was just like franticly trying to find the door zipper so I just asked them to find the torch. I have wet myself many a time. on purpose and (sadly more rarely) by accident. but at this point it really turns me on thinking abiut it but i just wasnt awake enough to make peace with the thought of wetting myself, like i was 100% trying to make it out of this dry. I was fucking franticly desperate and still slightly drunk XD ANYWAYS its literally only been like 20 seconds since i woke up before I pee. Its only a small half-a-second dribble into my slightly fluffy pyjamas whilst im practically fingering the side of the tent trying to find the zip and im still asking for the torch and i can hear them scrambling to find it. I kinda knew I was in for an accident as soon as i felt my bladder let the first dribble go. I wasnt wearing any underwear so i felt it like kinda hit the inside of my leg. So i took a second and like tried to breath whilst holding myself, i was kinda hoping they would get the torch ready and i could be calm and collected to go pee but my body had other plans. I stood there basically begging for them to find the light for like 5 seconds before i peed again, obviously this time i was holding myself and felt the pee go through my pyjamas and warm my hand. It was that moment my body started to do the push thing where it literally starts to force you to piss full speed. like i could feel that about to happen and i was powerless so i just went back to trying to find the zip with the spare seconds i had left. As i was doing this i kept accidentally letting little bits out like every second that i fiddled with the tent. my friends being my friends were useless in this situation XD and ended up finding the torch like the second i found the zip. As soon as my hands found the zipper I ripped it open as fast as i could (at this point i could feel my upper thighs where touching cold wet pee on my pyjamas and i was adding to the wetness every other second when another dribble came out) surprisingly I actually like stopped peeing when i finally got the zipper like halfway open and tried to shove myself through it........ ONLY TO FIND THAT I HAD UNZIPPED THE FUCKING BUG NET. So the run down: grown ass girl, in tent with friends, 5 in the morning, pretty much weeing in my nice cozy fluffy pyjamas, thinking I had just gotten out of this predicament and my bladder can finally let all its contents... only to find im still trapped and i need to find the OTHER ZIP........my bladder said 'nah, we peein' So i proceeded to wizz all over: -my nice NEW pyjamas -my legs -the tent floor -my friends bag ;-; sorry mate -my dignity It wasnt till later that my friends told me they didnt realise why i was freaking out until they heard me wetting myself and then shone the torch to see me like stood there with both hands between my legs half crouching with piss streaming out of my pants legs onto the floor. its been a couple weeks since this actually happened - i just needed to get over the mortifying-ness of it before i (inevitably) saw the sexier side of it. I waitied until the story turned me on to tell it so i hope whoever reads this also enjoys it! I have done this kinda thing before but most the time its planned... if anyone ever has any questions about my expiriences i am always happy to speak about it because it turns me on greatly XD
    50 points
  5. First time posting here! Yesterday I went to an outdoor concert with a friend, who does not know I'm into omo, but occasionally will have an accident herself and isn't particularly embarrassed to talk about them. The concert was supposed to begin at 1pm, so we met up for lunch at 12 and had a few pints before making our way to the venue. We didn't mean to drink as much as we did, but as various support acts kept coming out, we kept taking turns to buy 'one last pint' as we thought for sure the main event would be on next. We both used the portaloos twice, but as time went on, the crowd got busier and busier, and we didn't want to lose our spot. By the time the main artist came out, I was feeling pretty desperate. It had been raining, so the ground was completely soaked and everyone was wearing rain coats. I thought that perhaps I could let a little bit out to relieve a bit of the pressure that my bladder was feeling, which worked for a second, but of course I felt even worse afterwards. I was wearing a short skirt and tights - but I also had a second pair of underwear over the tights which turned out to be a bit of a mistake! Someone had told me that it helps to keep tights from falling down, which I suppose it did, but it didn't much help me in that moment, as I had three layers to try and subtly piss through. The artist was performing, and it was such a good show that I really didn't want to miss any of it by wasting time trying to get all the way back out to the portaloos, so I tried to very subtly reach beneath my skirt and push both pairs of underwear to the side, so that I would be pissing straight into the tights, aiming to keep my skirt completely dry. I kept letting out tiny spurts, trying to make sure that no one would notice. It was pretty exhilarating, I very rarely allow myself to do this sort of thing out in public, even when I'm desparate, saving it for when I have an empty house and can clean up privately. After a while of letting out little spurts, I could feel that my tights were getting a little bit wet in the crotch, but nothing too unmanageable. I didn't know how much I still had left to pee, so I mentioned to my friend that I really needed to go and use the toilet. She told me just to piss myself, as she likely would be doing the same very son. I'm usually quite shy and embarrassed about this sort of thing, likely because I actually like the feeling of it, rather than just pissing myself because I can't help it like her. But as soon as she said those words, it just started coming out of me. I was able to regain control fairly quickly, but I couldn't believe the amount I had just let go. Instead of just having a slightly wet crotch, I was soaked up to my mid thigh. Luckily my skirt was probably long enough to cover anything that would be visible. I decided to try and hold the rest until we could leave. Eventually my friend was desperate enough that we decided to make our way out to the portaloos during one of the last songs. I admitted to her that I had already let half go, and she laughed and said she had too. Luckily there was no line, and I was able to go straight in. Obviously I lost control as soon as the door shut, with piss gushing out of me as I tried to take my tights down, but it wasn't too disastrous. I sat on the portaloo and finished my piss, which lasted longer than I even thought possible considering how much I had already let out! I had a pack of tissues on me and was able to soak up most of the damage from my first pair of underwear, but decided to remove the second pair and wrap it up in a tissue. As we walked out to the station, my tights were still pretty wet, but by the time we got on the train, they'd pretty much dried off. It's good to know that they were pretty quick to dry, as this might be one to repeat another time (a bit more on purpose perhaps).
    48 points
  6. VK find pp shorts and knickers.mp4
    47 points
  7. Hi everyone! So this is my first post here. I'm a 27 year old pee shy woman, usually hold my pee until the very last moments. Have 3 stories that ended with a public accident and where I peed myself, but there were plenty of times when I came very close to it or leaked. Today I'm sharing the first case of my unplanned public wettings, let me know if you're interested in the other stories. 🙂 This happened many years ago when I was 20, in July. My summers were mostly free until I graduated, so decided to take a Spanish class. I started a language school 1 hour away by bus that offers intensive 2-3 week courses with native language teachers in the summer. Only that there was a small technical problem for girls regarding the use of the bathroom: the building of the summer course was originally a boys' high school, where there was only one women's bathroom, which had two toilet cubicles on the ground floor. You had to be there for 7 hours a day, from 8:00 AM to 3:00 PM. At 12:00 there was a 30-minute break. Many other different language courses started at the same time in this building, and 70-80 percent of them were attended by girls. During the entire 2-3 weeks, I found it very uncomfortable to have to share two toilets with so many girls. This caused me extreme pee desperation for every day. During the half-hour lunch break, the queue at the washrooms was always so long, until I got down to the ground floor from the second floor, there was already such a queue that at least 15 minutes of my break were spent standing in line. (We also had a little 10 mins cigarette break at 10 AM, but no way you can manage a bathroom visit as a girl from the second floor since you had to wait at least 10-15 minutes in the queue.) I'm quite pee shy, so I never dared to ask permission from the teacher in class, I only went to pee once/day during the lunch break. By then, my bladder was always very full from morning coffee and drinking lots of fluids on the hot summer days. The last day of the course was the worst wetting experience of my life, very embarassing. There was a final exam on this day. We practiced for the first 4 hours from 8:00, there was a lunch break between 12 PM and 12:30, and then you had to write the exam until 2 PM. That morning, I got up at 5:45, drank a large coffee, 1 cup of tea, had breakfast, then left for Spanish class at around 6:40 with a large 1,5 liter water bottle. It was about 10 AM when the morning coffee and tea hit me, I started to get more and more desperate. But I can keep it up to 12, so far I haven't had a problem with that. Although, as I mentioned, I always went to pee at noon with an already exploding bladder. "Just two more desperate hours and I can relieve myself." So I continued drinking water, hydration is important on such hot summer days. From around 11:30 I had to pee quite bad, it was harder to concentrate, but it wasn't an emergency yet for leaving the classroom. Just 30 minutes... Before the break, the teacher announced that we should go to the bathroom now and not later, because you cannot go out during the exam. Unfortunately, our teacher spoke 5 minutes longer, it was already 12:05 when she announced the start of the break. I went down to the ground floor at a relatively fast pace, but when I got down I saw that I was pretty much not alone: a line of 13-15 girls from other courses was snaking down the corridor to the women's bathroom. Fuck! The line was moving deathly slowly, it's not used to being like this. I heard from those girls in front of me that one of the two toilets is out of order today, so only one is functioning at the moment. It was 12:20 and there were 8-9 other girls in front of me. What's taking so long??? We have to go back soon, the exam is about to start. I was talking to the 2 girls behind me from my Spanish class, they said that we definitely wouldn't get our turn in time, but that it doesn't matter to them, they don't have to go to the bathroom urgently, and they can just hold it for an extra hour and a half until the written test is over. At that time, there were only 3-4 minutes left before the start, 6 girls were standing in front of us. I had to admit that we really weren't going to make it back in time, and felt awkward, I didn't want to mention how desperate I was, really needed to pee. We went back to the classroom, while I cursed fate for having to do all this with a full bladder. I knew I could last half an hour or an hour maximum, so I was freaked out what to do. The one and a half hour exam has started. In the first half hour I could still sit with my legs crossed, nothing noticeable, the real difficulty came after that. Very rapidly my desperation began to grow. I just realised: it's 1 in the afternoon, I drank a large coffee and a tea in the morning, I drank almost a liter of water during the day, and I haven't been to the bathroom since 6:00. You can guess, at this point I was very close to wet myself. But I have to hold it or my exam will be invalid, I can't leave the classroom now. I was squirming back and forth, putting my legs together, trying to concentrate on the exam. The minutes passed slowly, then there was only half an hour left, 13:30. "My panties are still dry, 15 minutes and I'll be done, I'll will give my test to the teacher, and then run down to pee ahead of everyone else. I only have to last for 15 minutes". That was my motivation. But I was in extreme pain. Felt like my bladder was about to burst, or at least if I stood up I would lose control. It was very scary, but I knew that I only had to hold it for a very short time. Many times before I had to hold my pee until the last minute, I hoped I would be able to do it again with dry panties. Then 5 minutes passed and the first leaking came. I quickly grabbed myself to stop it. Most of the groupmates were focused on their exams, but by this point it must have been very clear to everyone how desperate I was. Barely 1 minute passed after the first leaking, the second came, I concentrated all my strength on my muscles down. By then I just checked and had almost a tennis ball sized pee stain on my light blue jeans, felt the dampness with my fingers. I had to press both hands to my pussy. "Okay, I have to get up. Right now! Just give the test to the teacher and then silently run down to the women's bathroom." But OMG, at this point I couldn't even stand up. I felt very embarassed. I firmly pressed my fingers to my peehole, about to stand up, but suddenly a spurt came out, which was already a stronger one, indicating that at any moment the unstoppable stream could burst out of me. I left the test on my desk, stood up and immadiately ran out of the classroom with both hands holding my crotch. I took a quick look at my chair: there was a pretty obvious pee stain on it. As I ran out of the classroom, holding myself with both hands, hunched over, I felt that a small amount of pee came out of me with every step. No way to get down to the downstairs bathroom. I was panting and sweating everywhere, my bladder was a time bomb that exploded immediately after leaving the classroom: I started peeing unstoppably in a powerful stream, pee were gushing through my fingers. I quickly ran 4 meters to the nearest trash bin, I couldn't do anything but simply squat over it and the pee poured out of me unstoppably into the bin. Yes, in the school corridor... There wasn't even a men's bathroom on the second floor that I could run into in my unfortunate state. I was so freaked out, really afraid that someone would see me wetting myself completely. I couldn't stop my stream, I let out all the pee until the last drops, I just squatted over the trash bin for 2-3 minutes. I couldn't believe my eyes: I made a HUGE mess, starting from the door of the classroom, a line of pee stretched all the way to the trash can, marking exactly what happened. The corridor trash can without a lid was full of urine, soaked pieces of paper, and unfortunately it smelled really bad because of my morning coffee and all-day holding. I heard the door to open, somebody came out, I burst into tears and immadiately ran down to the first floor, into the men's bathroom. I entered the cubicle, cried and tried to soak up the pee from my clothes with toilet paper. I called my older brother to come pick me up, I spent half an hour in there in my wet clothes, then I quickly gathered my things from the classroom, still crying, avoiding any eyecontact, and went home with my brother with tears in my eyes. It was a horrible experience, I never thought that I would one day reach the point where I could not control my bladder at such a level. Since then, in the last 7 years, there have been 2 other cases where this happened, one was on a second date with my crush...
    43 points
  8. so this happened a couple weeks ago and i finally am having the courage to speak on it, but i took a trip with friends for a weekend, down by a beach area. it was super fun (had another completely separate desperate moment down there that i’ll write about later), but on the way back we hit some crazy traffic. it’s been super hot where i live, so i’ve been hydrating way more than i normally do. electrolyte drinks (that make me piss more), water, and anything to keep cool. i knew i’d have to piss eventually, but the unexpected traffic shoved me in a predicament i didn’t expect. cut to me, squeezed in the middle of this car, trying to press my legs together and hold my piss in. i’m wearing a crop top and these pink stretchy shorts (i’ll show a pic of what they look like) with no panties, because i was feeling brave. at this point i can feel my bladder starting to fill rapidly, and the urge is start to rear its corner. it feels like a twinge near my pussy that’s way, way too familiar at this point. up until now i’ve had a full bottle of water, a gatorade and half of another bottle of water. and then we roll directly into bumper to bumper traffic. had we not hit that traffic, maybe i would have made it. but after twenty minutes, i can’t hide it from even my friends anymore. “what’s wrong” they ask and i’m just, pinching my pussy with my fingers while trying to explain to them that if we don’t hit a rest stop soon, i may piss in the car. my friend driving seemed to take things seriously, but my girl on my right of me seemed to think it was funny seeing me so desperate. meanwhile, i’m just trying to keep it all at bay. another ten minutes later, a second hand is down my crotch. everyone has stopped poking fun and it’s grown quiet because yeah, we’re not sure when we’re gonna be driving normally again. and i’m sure that they can tell that the need is only getting worse. i almost wished someone was just as desperate with me but of course i was left to suffer alone. a few key minutes pass then — there seems to be a break in traffic after a while, but then my friend accidentally hits on the brakes hard because they’re about to run into someone and it flings me forward a little. in that moment, the seatbelt lodges itself into my stomach and the force of it, i can feel trickle down to my bladder. i’m trying to squeeze everything tighter because there’s no way that this is going to make me burst, but unfortunately i’d already leaked onto the seats a little. which was, embarrassing, because i was sitting in the middle of a three seater. luckily my friends laughed it off but that wasn’t changing the situation at all because i needed to piss so bad it was starting to make me stupid. i begged for them to pull over but they insisted that a rest stop was on the way, and that i’d make it. which yes, traffic was finally letting up and i could see the sign and god relief was so, so close. so we drive to the rest stop. as soon as we get there, all my friends hop out of the car and wait on me to get out. it’s at this point that i realize that i’m really, really not going to make it. everything i drank i could feel desperately fighting to be pushed out of me. it was a rare feeling for me, but god i knew i was going to either make it at the very last moment or not make it at all. i slowly got myself out of the car, hunched over, legs crossed and hands in between my legs, pinching back the torrent of piss waiting to be released. they all start to walk ahead of me but i can feel myself getting slower, and myself slowly, slowly not being able to hold it together. there’s a flight of stars in front of me but i barely make it up the first step before another jet of piss leaks into my shorts. i doubled over, trying to catch and control it but there was no hope. only one of my friends realized i had stopped, and i couldn’t hide from her as i hobbled to the side and started to piss myself through my shorts. it was warm and wet and it felt like i was never going to stop for a moment. the puddle i left behind was huge, split between the concrete and the grass. no one else was really around, thank god, but i knew my friend watching my absolutely and utterly lose control. i’m sure i looked wonderful pissing myself like that, floods and floods of piss falling from my shorts like a goddamn waterfall. only now am i realizing how hot that was. especially my friend that just…watched. eventually they all found out a pissed myself in the end and made me sit on towels. and after a couple of lame jokes we never really talked about it again. first time pissing myself like that outside, it was absolutely insane. but i hope someone enjoys this!
    39 points
  9. One day we were away and had a double header. For anyone who doesn’t understand sports: we were the visiting team and we had two games in one day. It was a scorching hot day. I can still feel my sports bra and spandex shorts being completely soaked in sweat. So naturally, we were all drinking plenty of fluids trying to stay cool. The game ended up going into a couple extra innings and we ended up winning the first game of the day. By the last inning, while I was fielding, I was holding my crotch with my free hand and covering it with my glove hand so nobody saw me holding myself. Immediately after the game, I bolted towards the porta potties. Thankfully there was an available one. I had to undo my belt, undo the two buttons on my uniform pants and pull them down, and pull down my spandex shorts. Definitely not a quick process, and difficult to do while you’re bursting but I made it, barely. Everyone got a chance to pee in between games so I didn’t see any major desperation from my teammates, yet. The second game started during the hottest part of the day. The sun beat down on us hard, so everyone’s fluid intake increased. Our kidneys were busy and by the end of the third inning, some girls tried to take a pee break, including myself, but there were only a couple porta potties and we only have so much time in between innings. I got to go during the next change of possession but like I said, my kidneys were busy so I had to pee in no time. Something I mentioned in my last post is that some people are more comfortable with the fact that everyone knows they have to pee than others. It was pretty evident in the last few innings of the second game. I was squirming while sitting in the dugout, waiting for my turn to bat. I could tell some other girls were doing the same. Some girls tried to subtly hold it, while others would exclaim “I have to pee so bad!” I was definitely not that type of girl. Drinking so much water and sports drinks and holding it in throughout the entire day in 90+ degree weather weakened my bladder significantly, as it did with basically all my teammates. We were leading by 3 in what we thought was the final inning, but the other team scored 3 runs and sent the game into extra innings. This made my heart sink because not only did they managed to come back but I badly needed to pee again and there was no way we were getting a pee break until this game was over. I’ll fast forward to the end. We barely won after 3 extra innings and by this point, I think almost all of my teammates at the very least needed to pee quite a bit. Everyone made a beeline to the locker room after the game, even our coach. She tried to go to a stall, but after seeing the long line that was formed, left the locker room. The next time I saw her she didn’t seem to need to pee at all. I don’t know where she went or what she did but I like to use my imagination sometimes. Anyway, as I just mentioned, everyone needed to piss and lined up for the whopping 3 stalls. I tried to be smart and hit the showers immediately, but even those developed a decent line fairly quickly. It felt good to strip down from my sweat soaked uniform, but now I was naked and bursting and having to listen to water running. It didn’t help that the stalls weren’t too far away. I could hear some streams and they made my sphincter quiver. Several teammates were now exclaiming how badly they needed to go, along with various moans, groans, and sighs. Some of my teammates were already showering, so either they didn’t need to go or they were smart enough to pee while they were showering, or maybe they got lucky and were the first to reach a stall. I waited maybe 15 or 20 minutes for a shower stall, and every one of those minutes felt like torture. The entire time I was clenching my legs together and bending over. There were individual shower stalls, but they had no curtain or door, so there was no privacy. I hoped that nobody would notice me relieving myself but at this point I was just hoping that I could not have an accident before making it to a shower stall. When I finally did, as soon as the water hit my skin my bladder gave out and I instantly felt my hot piss rushing down my legs. I had one of the best pees of my entire life. It was pretty obvious that I needed to go, and some of my teammates teased me after, but I wasn’t upset. I was still riding the high I got after finally letting it all go. I had to piss badly again on the bus ride back but this time I manage to discreetly relieve myself in a Gatorade bottle. It wasn’t easy, but I managed it.
    37 points
  10. Hey guys so wanted to address some things from this hold yesterday. Some comments kinda put a damper on things for me and I wanted to set some boundaries for future holds. - please don't ask me not to masturbate/to masturbate. This was partly on me for mentioning I was masturbating, for future holds I prob won't do that. But I want to do what I want😂 Doing holds turns me on and I don't want to be told what to do in that regard. The first time it was asked was fine bc I brought it up, but once I answered this, other people continued to ask the same questions. - don't ask ask for pics/videos more than once please. I'm comfortable sharing these, however in a shared appt and with wanting to maintain my anonymity (i.e. details of my living space in the background), they're more difficult to take than you might think. - Please trust how I'm doing things and don't push. I.e. if I say I can only take a video if I can get to the shower, if I say I can't do that because roomates are home, if I'm choosing to take pics of wet clothes off of my body because I'm more comfortable or its easier to eliminate background details. I usually really enjoy the feedback/sharing aspect of doing holds on here, I like challenges and suggestions and I like having other people "control" my bladder by encouraging me to keep holding or drink more! Just please don't ruin the fun by being demanding. I'm doing this for my own enjoyment. (Not upset with anyone just putting this out there so we can keep this environment enjoyable for everyone).
    34 points
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  12. This happened a while ago, but only now am I brave enough to share. So I almost wet myself during a lecture on computer science at my college. Though I didn’t need to go at all at the start, my extremely small bladder soon became filled, with an entire half hour left, I became quite desperate. The faculty would never let us leave to use the restroom, and so at the end of every lecture, there was always a long line of students waiting for the restroom. During the lecture, the pain in my bladder became almost unbearable, and as I was surprised by a student dropping a book a large spurt dampened my red panties. My face instantly turned beet red, just like the panties themselves. Despite my best intents, I slowly leaked on myself in the chair. Thankfully, as I was wearing a skirt, the stain left by the urine was invisible to the two boys behind me and the girl to my left. That day, I was nearly the last to leave, only daring to do so once the majority of my surrounding colleagues had departed, and I left a substantial puddle on the chair. Lastly, I want to ask whether you guys have any methods of holding during long periods without toilet access. Though I am exploring this fetish, I don’t enjoy its occurrence in public. Thanks
    33 points
  13. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    I teased my patrons with a "Special Project™" for about a month --- and then disappeared. From pretty much everywhere for a bit, actually... But I wasn't slacking! That previous "Live2D-style" thing got me hyped to do something a little more involved! XD So while I was away, I went about frame-by-frame animating this little scene of Harlyn rocking and bouncing in a chair while she holds in (a lot of) her pee! And while it was a ton of work to do, it was also a ton of fun, and I definitely want to do more of these in the future (possibly to different stages of completion, depending on how much time I can spend on them)! I did learn a lot, too! Anyway, if you like this kind of thing and would like me to do more of them, please consider supporting me on Patreon! This was definitely a monster of a project, and it'd help me be able to dedicate the time to "slay" more of them! XD
    32 points
  14. Wanting to constantly try new things, I took a short walk through the forest in my backyard, which is very dense during this time of year. I was very desperate to pee, as I had not been since before lunch (now 3 hours & 2 tall glasses of Coke later). As I was walking I had the first genuine leaking accident in a while, where my panties already had a big wet patch on them before I could find a good place to set up for my nature pee. I was surprised to feel the wetness through my lightweight dress, as I had been shoving my fingers into my crotch to try to keep the flow from coming out, but it felt so good and was making me want to just let it all out. I hope you enjoy my outdoor adventure 😘 vcompress_80.mov
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  16. Underwear and a video to prove I actually DID wet myself! Since the pics may as well be dry shorts haha! good to go.mp4 good to go 2.mp4
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  17. soo i've had a recent wetting of mine on my mind today and wanted to reflect. this was a month ago and i was on a three day vacation with my best friend. we stayed at a hotel where the pool was right next to the beach, meaning you could go directly from the pool to the beach or vice versa. as a general beach and summer lover, i was in love with the place. for me my interest in omo is kind of an on/off thing, and while i was on that trip, boy was it on. so i decided to have some fun with it, since beaches and pools make for easy wetting since hello, i was surrounded by water and had an excuse for my soaked bikini bottoms. the second day me and my friend went to the beach first. i had gone to the bathroom before we left so i didn't really have to pee. after a bit i finish my bottle of water and i can kinda feel an urge starting to build. i tell my friend i'm going to get us some more water since she was out too, so i walk over to the pool area where there's a cooler of water for hotel guests. i grab one and basically start chugging. once im done i throw it in the recycling and get another one for myself and one for my friend, feeling a little mischevious at the fact that she would have no idea i just drank all that water. time goes on and soon the other bottle goes too. i remember laying on my stomach and feeling that amazing pressure on my bladder. it was filling up pretty fast, and i was beyond excited. after a while we head over to the pool. my friend goes to the restroom and asks if i also have to, and i'm practically holding back a smirk as i tell her no. instead, i start on my fourth bottle of water and go swimming, which felt fantastic with my full bladder. i don't think i was desperate but i had to go pretty bad and being in the water was definitely not helping. im not sure if i leaked at all but it's likely. i was getting kind of antsy, crossing my legs and feeling a slight cramping in my bladder. i decided i'd had enough of holding for the day so i decided to get out of the pool, feeling my bladder weighing down on my heavily as i made my exit. i told my friend i was going to use the bathroom- instead, i went to the beach. there weren't many people since it wasn't a public beach, but i was still cautious to choose a place where i wasn't likely to be seen. there was a short wall that lined part of the hotel just where the beach access started, and i walked down until i felt far away enough from the entrance before leaning up against the wall in a sort of half-sitting position looking out at the ocean. i had to push a bit to get my stream going, but once my body decided it was okay to pee outside, it all came gushing out. i was shocked by how much of it there was, i was peeing for around forty seconds if i had to guess. my swimsuit was quickly soaked and it was squirting everywhere and running down over the top of my thighs. i almost wish i recorded it because just thinking about how it all looked coming out makes me so excited. i felt so relieved when i was done, and loved how warm my swimsuit felt. i took a step back and realized i made a huge puddle and got it all over the wall. i kinda panicked about it, but figured people would probably just think it was water and it was outside so i could just leave it. still, i covered it up with some sand (which ended up just sticking to the wall... oops). after cleaning myself off in the ocean (and nearly losing both my flip flops) i made my way back to the pool. it was my first semi-public wetting and the most daring thing i'd done with omo up to that point, and i was thrilled with the results. plus the fact that my friend just thought i went to the restroom and had no idea about the wetting made me feel sneaky and love the whole thing even more. whenever we went to the beach after that i could see the marks i'd left on the wall even from far away and i felt almost proud of the little mess i made. i had so much fun that i decided to try it again the next day and wet myself by the shower that didn't work, but i chickened out after a small piss because it was right next to beach access and i was scared shitless of being caught. i ended up just going to the bathroom and peeing through my boyshort bikini bottoms. i definitely preferred the first day because this time i was scared i was dripping pee in the halls. oh, i also went a second time in the ocean, which was much more enjoyable. hope to have more fun like this in the future🌊✌️
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  19. my girlfriend had an important university exam, and when there is a lot of stress the bladder can play tricks my girlfriend is about 170cm tall, slim and quite slender, black hair and green eyes. her bladder is small and usually leaks and has accidents. especially if stimulated by laughter or stress. a few days ago she had this important university exam that took her a lot of time to prepare for and that she was very anxious about. she obviously told me everything that happened and I will tell it to you. I wake up at 7, she was already in the kitchen revising, I reassure her and tell her that everything will be fine. next to his books there was a large bottle of water that she was drinking. drinking that water before an exam probably wasn't a great idea. time passes and she gets ready to go I wish her good luck and that we would see each other later. she was wearing a white tshirt and light blue skinny jeans. the exam started at 9 but by 8.30 everyone had to be on their desks. she told me how the test began at 9am but already at 9.10am the urgency of the bathroom was extreme. drinking that water hadn't been a great idea and she was already pissing himself as soon as the exam started. you couldn't use the bathroom before 11. she told me how concentrating on the exam and not worrying about it at the same time was really difficult. she resisted but around 10.40 she had a small leak, she regained control but there was a small stain on his blue jeans. at 11 she managed to go to the bathroom without further incidents. the exam then continued until 3pm and he told me how at this time his need had once again become truly urgent. she delivered just before 3 and his bladder was exploding again. she preferred to drive home and do it at home but on the return journey her urge was more and more insistent. the pee stain on her crotch that had dried by now was reforming on the ride back to the car. I was at home waiting for her and as soon as I heard the sound of the keys on the door I got up excited to ask her how the test went but she didn't know this and expected to be home alone. the following scene was one of the most beautiful of my life. my girlfriend came into the house with a wet tennis ball sized area in her crotch. she closed the door she leaned her back against it once she entered and with her eyes closed she exploded. an explosion of pee accompanied by a loud hiss filled his blue jeans. this hot, golden spot was getting bigger second by second. in all of this I was there but she kept her eyes closed and was panting, the sensation must have been so strong that it isolated her from everything. as soon as she opened her eyes and saw that I was in front of her on the other side of the room her face turned red and she started to stammer. "Oh God I'm sorry I didn't know you were at home I couldn't do it anymore" amidst our laughter I approached her, calming her down, and put my hand between her private parts, she was still doing it on her jeans, how much pee could there possibly be in that bladder. the hand on her pussy, and the hot pee flowing made me cum like never before. I also had a stain on my trousers now and from that episode some very passionate sex ensued, ideal after the stress of the day.
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  20. A few weeks ago me and a friend got tickets to Taylor Swift. It was an amazing night. But my pants didn't stay dry the night. I'd seen the news article of people wearing adult diapers to make it through. I wasn't worried though as the venue I was going too had made all the bathrooms unisex. I met my friend Emily who was going with me and we decided to go to a pub for a few hours before. It was a warm day and we kept on ordering to keep hydrated. Just fizzy drinks for now. Alcohol makes me need a wee almost instantly. Before leaving the pub we both decided to pee. We walked to the ladies and found a queue of at least 30 swifties all planning the same. A few grabbing their crotch and sure enough a couple holding diapers ready for the night ahead. Looking back this was a mistake but we both decided we weren't desperate and skipped the line to head to the stadium. I was about a 3/10. Not major and not worried. We entered the stadium and headed to the bar. Emily had sorted the accomodation and drinks because I had got the tickets. I wasn't paying attention when she ordered me a Strongbow Cider. Cider is a drink I adore but nothing makes me need to wee more. We headed to our sets as we did I noticed the already enormous bathroom queues. We was right in the roof with an amazing view. As soon as Paramore came on my mind was distracted. I was drinking my drink, dancing and singing terribly. 45mins had passed and my pint was gone. Calm restored and the moment I took my seat again. Boom. 8/10 for needing a wee. I decided to head down and see what the bathroom situation was. It was awful. Queues at least 100 people deep. In the end I returned to my seat. As I'd been trying to pee Emily had been to the bar again and brought us four pints. It was like she was trying to torture me. I sat tapping my feet trying to pretend I didn't need to pee already. Then the main event Taylor came on stage. Straight away the urge to pee was masked by more of me dancing whilst singing like a cat. For nearly 90mins I didn't even think I needed a wee. Until the Folklore era...not a dancy era I sat down. 10/10 must pee now. This time I didn't even try the bathrooms I just tried to keep moving. Wiggling, tapping feet and talking to strangers to distract myself. I gave out all my friendship bracelets just because I was bursting for the toilet. It is an amazing concert and it finished in amazing style. But then the queue to leave hit. And my desperation kicked in 12/10. I'd drunk 5 pints in 3 hours. It was an emergency. I wiggled as the queue slowly left down the stairs. It got worse as we got outside the cold air making me realise my shorts had a warm patch. I'd clearly peed and not even realised. Leaving a stadium with 67,000 people isn't ideal for finding a place to wee. So I grabbed Emily and hurried towards our accomodation. I knew I wouldn't make it all the way but we was walking along a river with bushes. I had to walk a further 15mins to avoid the crowds then I told Emily I was going for a wee. She said she needed to as well. So we dove into the bushes thinking we was alone in this idea. As we entered we found two other swifties with light up bracelets emptying their bladder. There wasn't spare for all four of us so we had to stand with the gushing sound of piss bursting beyond belief. Those two girls left and we finally got to squat. I got my jeans off but my panties. They didn't make it. My pee gushed out of them without control. Poor Emily had it even worse she had completely soaked her leggings, she had got them off but I'd later learn she'd never pissed in a bush before. The Eras Tour is an amazing night for both music and desperation.
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  23. Hii ok this is my first post on here lowkey nervous :)) I spent today diapered at a theme park under my jean skirt, i was too nervous to wet in public this time but on more than one occasion i went to the bathroom just to hit my vape and leak into my diaper. just standing in the bathroom stall in proximity to the toilet would make me leak. I’d stand there trying to get my bag open, dealing with the zippers etc while it just dribbles out of me. It doesn't matter how hard i clench it just trickles out to be absorbed by the padding. Im scared that my skirt will move while getting on and off rides, exposing my diaper bulge. This led to constantly smoothing out my skirt which may have just drawn more attention. all day im thinking that someone can tell what im wearing and that’s humiliating but im also getting off on it. i love how my thighs dont touch when im walking in diapers, how i can just feel the expansion of the material as its used. at about 10:30 I make a final bathroom trip before driving home, ive been holding all day minus the previous leaks, never fully relieving myself. Once again i stand in the stall and sit on the toilet fully clothed. the leaking begins but this time it spreads into a weak stream for about 10 seconds, despite my worries im all dry otherwise. I hold for the car ride home, grinding into my diaper occasionally but not allowing any more leaks. when im finally home im at a proper 8/10, my knee is constantly bouncing and i have one hand always rested on my thigh, as a sort of reassurance. I dont really feel like staying awake until i fully loose it so i head to my bathroom. I make it up to my bathroom and immediately start peeing. Its slow at first and my diaper is actually taking it with no leaks for 45 seconds. It picks up speed and im panting as i quickly move to the toilet because i can tell my diaper is gonna overflow. im sitting on my toilet gushing into my diaper and at this point the diaper isn’t even doing anything. the piss just goes straight past it. the shorts and minecraft boxers over it are soaked and dripping, my pussy is soaked and throbbing, and im slumped over on the toilet in a pathetic, wet mess. i wait until the dripping stops, wring my shorts out, and now im here :)) thank for reading xo
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  24. How and when will this struggle end? We'll find out in a few weeks...
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  26. hey y’all !! first of all, sorry for the flipped around pictures, i’m not sure why the site is doing that to them ;-;; but yes ! hello ! i hope you guys enjoy :^) ❤️
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  28. Hi friends, a quick update about the future of this thread. Things haven't been going well lately on a personal level. To be more specific, I've gotten to a point where this fetish of mine (and of ours of course) has become a bit of a burden for me. During this past year or so things have gone a little out of hand and this love for pee, desperation and so on has now become a proper addiction, and it is really starting to mess with my head and the way I interact with certain people. I've now come to the (inevitable) conclusion that I have to take a few steps back from all of this before it completely takes over my brain. In other words, I will from now on reduce my production of artworks, and my general presence on this forum, to a bare minimum. Unfortunately, I can't continue like this and I hope you all can understand. Thanks for all the support, motivation and ideas you've given me until now and I will see you (not so) soon! G
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  29. Guys and girls, summer's here! And because of this I've decided to create a new little series of illustrations that I'm gonna call "At the beach". As you can tell by the name, the theme of my artworks is going to be everything related to beach, summer, holidays, sand and so on... If you guys want to help me out here with some suggestions please do (subjects can be male and/or female, just to make it more interesting :)). Summer has just begun so get ready for a bunch on fun illustration coming your way the next few months!
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  30. Had a time to sneak away while at the pool today and had a good soaking on the garden bench. The warmth flowing through my fingers was divine! IMG_0005.mov
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  31. Hi!! My name is Dani! I’m looking for some new friends who are also into omorashi. I’ve never really known anyone else who shares this on a personal level and I feel like it could be really fun to just talk about it in a friendly and low effort setting. Without divulging too much personal info on a public forum, I would definitely be open to sharing more about myself and learning about you. I would like to keep the age range somewhere around 20-30 if possible just so we are close in age and can relate more. let me know if you wanna be pee friends!!
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  32. SL-624

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  33. first time amateur wetting.mp4 first time amateur wetting 2.mp4 sequel to amateur first time wetting 2.mp4
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  36. I didn’t last that long, I made it to the tub where I really had to go ! Sorry the sound glitches on my phone so it didn’t record the sound 😔 but I hope this is enjoyed! I’ll be doing another hold this Monday during the afternoon and hope to show more desperation too! Hope this is enjoyed 🖤 video-output-AB55443A-902F-4E4F-BE72-54216A93397E.mp4
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  37. It’s a beautiful day and I wanted to let go. also this is only the second video I’ve posted, so if anyone has any tips on how to get a good angle please feel free to share. IMG_5689.mov
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  38. Last night was uneventful, but still very pleasant and cosy. I wet my nappy 2 or 3 times (probably plus a few more small leaks) over the course of the evening, making it really quite full, and eventually changed just before going to bed. I considered wearing protection to bed, but again opted for normal underwear for the sake of comfort when sleeping. When I woke this morning I changed into another Tena slip ultima nappy before going about my jobs for the morning. It was another warm day, so I opted just for knickers over the top, which kind of felt a little bit naughty when walking past windows in the house, but I'm sure that no-one could see me. I had 3 big wettings. The first was shortly after getting up, whilst I was loading up the washing machine. I like to think that I have good bladder control, and envisaged going about my morning for a while before having any accidents, but somehow that didn't happen, and the urge to wee just took over whilst I was bending down to put clothes in the machine. I know that some people find it difficult to hold on when they get close to their front door, or to a toilet. Perhaps I have the same thing when needing a wee and knowing that I'm wearing protection. My second wetting was a a couple of hours later, when I stood up from my desk after doing paper work for several hours. I was going to nip downstairs for some breakfast and a cup of tea, but ended up weeing pretty much as soon as I stood up. After grabbing breakfast I did an hour long call, which felt rather naughty with the combination of a smart top, but just a nappy and knickers on my bottom half. The growing need to poo, and the knowledge that I was probably going to end up messing very soon also heightened the naughty feeling. When the call eventually finished, I went to go and change into a fresh nappy. I intended that to be a Tena slip maxi for going out in, as I needed to run an errand. I should perhaps have said earlier in this thread that the ultima slips I have a one size larger than the maxi ones. So the maxis feel much more discreet by comparison, and have some hope of staying below my waistband (other than at the back) whereas the larger size are actually too big for me, and would probably stand out far more if I were to try to wear them out of the house. I actually didn't get very far after standing up before I completely wet myself again, causing my already wet nappy to leak a few drops at the back of each leg band. For some reason that felt rather embarrassing. I think it was because I was genuinely on my way to go and change, and really wasn't intending to wee again. I really needed to poo at this point, but that's not something that I really like to do deliberately. So with the combination of having just wet, and being keen for some discretion whilst running my errand I chose some Tena pants super and a fresh pair of knickers. I wore my go-to walking trousers over the top which are quite comfortable and I think do a decent job of hiding a padded bottom. Despite being increasingly desperate I managed to do what I needed to do without incident, and began heading home. On the way back, that desperation suddenly shot up. I was walking along a path along the edge of a sort of open playing field, and made the mistake of standing still to type a message on my phone. As soon as I stood still I felt things beginning to move, and that was it. I knew that I was going to poo my pants right there, and I had no more control in the matter. I felt it coming out and beginning to fill the seat of my pull-up, with nothing that I could do to help it. Thankfully there was no-one else nearby at this point, so I was able to take a minute to let it all happen. As is so often the case I did what was already a fair amount, and then managed to temporarily regain control for a few seconds, but was compelled to push to finish it off, and felt the bulge in the seat of my pants grow to really worrying proportions. It felt like there must have been a visually obvious lump for all the world to see. It's a strange feeling of panic and embarrassment knowing that you really need to stop pooing, but just not being able to help carrying on and finishing. I stood there for a few moments trying to regain my composure, and tied my jumper around my waist to cover my bum, although I'm sure that the "obvious" bulge was probably not at all obvious, other than in my own mind. I quickly continued my walk home, trying to stick to some quieter roads and paths. Back at home and feeling rather lazy after the hassle of cleaning up and showering, I changed into another pull-up for convenience (this time it was Abena M3 pants), fresh knickers and a summer dress before sitting down to work again. Shortly before my final work call of the day a rather exciting package arrived. Inspired by some recommendations on this forum I had decided to order some Northshore Megamax nappies, just to see how they compared with other types I've used. I didn't have time to open the package before my call, but after staying dry during the call I took off the unused pull-up and changed into a Megamax. I have to say that I think I might have bought a size too large, as they are enormous on me, but the Megamax is certainly an experience. I think I couldn't possibly wear one outside of the house, but it doesn't feel like there's much risk of leaks! I'm writing this having weed a little a couple of times and its hard to tell the difference, as it felt so bulky to start with! I now need to go and get the washing in from the drying line in the back garden. Let's hope that my dress is going to do a good job of hiding everything!
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  40. Had a great experience I wanted to share with you all. It was a Friday night and my girlfriend at the time wanted to have a girls night at the bars about 15 minutes from home. I stayed at home and played video games with my friends and told her I would pick her up. My girlfriend was 28 at the time, with a smaller frame, well-endowed chest, and a fiery personality. She was wearing tight jeans and a low-cut white V-neck shirt. I’ll admit I was a bit jealous seeing her go out without me, but trust wasn’t really an issue. I dropped her off at about 9:00 PM, headed home, and it's a 15-minute drive back to the house, logged on, and played Call of Duty and won a couple of rounds, lost most. At around 1130 PM she calls me and she’s wild. She’s yelling that she now wants me to come out and pick her up and is very excited to see me. I hop in the car, it’s a Mazda Miata, throw the top down, and get on the road because I gotta make a good night of it. As soon as I get to the bars I text her that I'm outside and for her to pop out and it takes about 5 minutes and she runs out of the car but doesn't get in, she wants me to go in and meet her friends. I go in and meet her friends and they’re all drinking beer and having fun, and yelling and I’m just kind of standing there but it’s fun to be there and I’m glad to be included. She drinks one beer, grabs another, then closes out her tab. She walks out to the car with a beer in her hand, tries to get in, but I hesitate because I have this goofy-ass car and the top is down. I tell her that she should finish her beer before we go driving because people will see her drinking while we're driving. Plus, it’ll be fun to drive in a convertible. She makes fun of me for being so lame but obliges and chugs her beer. That's the second beer I’ve seen her drink in about 15 minutes, and they were 16 oz each. We get to the first stoplight and she says. “I really should’ve peed before we left.” I say, “It’s a short ride home, and it’s a legitimate sports car” (an inside joke from family guy). And she puts her hands between her legs and is leaning forward but still excited and talking. She looks great in that low-cut top and I’m excited to get her home. About 5 minutes later I hear her say “I have to pee so bad.” I say “we’ll be home soon.” She responds, “I seriously have to pee, that last beer is hitting me,” and we drive on. Now it took me 15 minutes to get to the bars, but it’s going to take me a bit longer to get back because I live on a military base. There is a normal line at the gate, and they’re just checking people's IDs and stuff. My girlfriend isn’t in the military, but she’s staying with me and I’ve got her pass ready. Still, I can tell her desperation is quickly escalating as we inch forward in the line at the gate. I glance over at her she squirms uncomfortably in her seat. “Babe, can you hurry them up?” she pleads, voice edged with urgency. Every small bump and shift of the car seems to torment her, and she's really leaning forward now, with both hands pressing down hard between her legs. I can tell she's trying to distract herself by talking about her night, but her laughter is tinged with distress, her anecdotes cut short by sharp intakes of breath. It’s now been about 20 minutes since we left the bars, and 20 minutes since I saw her drink 32 oz of beer. I have no clue what she drank prior; I’d just gotten there. "I can't hold it much longer," she whispers almost to herself, a note of panic creeping into her voice. She looks around frantically, assessing if there’s any chance she could dash out and find a discreet spot. But the area is too exposed, we’re literally in traffic. I feel sympathy but I am also wildly turned on. I’ve never told her about my desperation fetish and this is the Super Bowl of pee desperation. The car is old, if she pees in it I’d clean it up in the morning, but I know I’ll have this memory forever. We finally clear the gate, and I’m having fun speeding at night in this joke of a car. Her discomfort remains palpable. She's bouncing slightly in her seat, a mix of agitation and relief that we're almost there. "Just a couple more minutes, hold on," I say. She nods, and says, “I’m seriously about to piss my pants, I’m not kidding.” Her focus is fixed intently on the passing streetlights, as if willing them to speed up our journey. My heart is pounding, I’m motivated to get home too. As we pull into our driveway, she's already unbuckling her seatbelt, practically leaping out of the car before I’ve fully stopped. I park quickly and rush to catch up with her as she makes a beeline for the front door. She fumbles frantically with her keys. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or the fog of war but she can’t figure it out, adding to the delay. She’s bouncing up and down trying to get the key in the door. I hurry up and open the door myself. The door swings open, and she dashes inside, disappearing towards the bathroom. It’s an old house and the walls are thin, so I can hear her peeing and it’s a torrent. She pees for probably over a minute straight and I can hear her sigh. Mission accomplished. She emerges a few moments later, her face flushed with relief. "That was close," she laughs, her voice lighter now. After that, we kept drinking and had fun all night. We dated for a couple more months then eventually broke up when I quit drinking (worth it, but she was fun.) Still, that was one of my favorite memories. She had a chaotic personality, this was one of the many times she found herself distracted and very desperate to pee, which was part of the reason I loved hanging out with her. I’ll tell more stories when I get time!
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  41. So finding a pair of pants I haven't wet in would've been next to impossible haha. 😝 But I managed to find a pair of shorts! They didn't used to fit me so they were in the back of my closet the last couple summers, hence never having wet them! However, I was super surprised that despite the shorts being grey (normally a colour that as we here know shows wetness a LOT), these barely showed it?! I was honestly stunned, I think it's the type of fabric, they're an athletic sorta material. Although I was disappointed they don't show the wetness more, this has been a very cool find! I think I could get away with wetting these on a public trail without it being noticeable almost at all, once they're no longer glistening they barely show! The pics were taken right after wetting, about 2 minutes later.
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  42. Outside Flow

    Pardon my bandaid, as I had a cut on my inner thigh, but I enjoyed my wetting in the morning sun today. ☀️💦 IMG_9630.mov
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  45. Chapter 1: The Third Date Evan had been in the shower long enough that the water had turned cold. It was mostly a testament to how shitty the water heater in the building was, more than to how long of a shower he had taken, even though he had spent longer in there than usual—soaping up from head to toe, cutting his toenails and grooming a bit below-the-belt. There was still shampoo in his hair, but thanks to his short hairstyle a quick rinse was enough to get it out. Stepping out of the shower, he noticed an unread message on his phone. He read it and smiled to himself—it was his date letting him know that she had to stay a while longer at work, but that Evan could come by her place at the time they'd agreed on anyway, promising him a cold beer to drink while he waited for her to get ready. Evan had been talking to Sydney for close to a month, and tonight would be their third date. He knew third dates didn't automatically mean something would happen, but he still hoped it would, who could blame him? Sydney was smoking hot, and even though the age difference—her 37 to his 28—had given him pause when they first started talking, he had barely thought about it after getting to know her better. So, after Evan had dried off, and with high expectations about how the evening might end, he chose his outfit with a bit more care than usual. He started with a pair of plain white boxers, and on top of that, he pulled on a pair of dark blue chinos and a light blue shirt which he paired with a pullover in a warm brown color that he'd been told brought out the hazel in his eyes. To finish the look, he laced up a pair of white sneakers. Checking the time and seeing that he only had a couple minutes until he needed to be out the door he made one last trip to the bathroom—as was his habit before leaving his apartment—and while he finished up he went back and forth in his mind about whether he should wear one of the “absorbent shields” that he usually wore when leaving the house. On one hand, he didn't want to have to excuse himself to go to the bathroom to remove it if things turned heated at the end of the evening, but on the other hand, he really didn't want to risk any leakage showing through his pants. It’s not that he expected he could keep his issue a secret if they kept seeing each other, but it wasn't a conversation he was looking forward to having. He'd learned to live with it and accept his incontinence as something he could manage but most likely never get rid of, but it had taken him most of his life to get to that point, so stand to reason that it'd be hard for anyone else to accept it as well. That was his experience in previous relationships at least, which more often than not had sizzled out after the talk. Sydney seemed different though. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, he had only known for a month after all. Just because she was older than him didn't mean that she'd react to the news more maturely than any other woman he'd dated, but he’d deal with that problem later. After a few more seconds of deliberation, he reached into the cupboard beneath the sink, bringing out a pad, and affixing it to his underwear. They were going to a restaurant, so he figured he could just remove it in the bathroom before they left. . When Evan got there, Sydney was by her front door, looking through her purse. “Oh, hi! I just need to find my keys and I'll get you that beer I promised,” Sydney said, shooting Evan a wink. He didn’t mind waiting for her seeing as he hadn't had much opportunity to sit down and just breathe today—having come directly home from work himself, and straight into the shower. “I won't say no to a beer, but don't feel like you have to rush.” Sydney got the door open and turned to him with a smile. “Someone taught you well,” she said, entering the large hallway of her house, kicking off her shoes. Evan laughed. “Growing up with three sisters hasn't left me much of a choice. The last time I complained about things taking too long I almost got my eye taken out by an eyeshadow palette.” “And here I thought growing up with brothers was rough,” she said, giving a low whistle. “Anyway, it shouldn't take me too long to get ready, I just need a change of clothes and to freshen up my makeup. But let's get you that beer.” She walked into the room next to the hallway—an open-plan kitchen and living room—and made her way to the fridge. “Let's see. I've got Heineken, Stella aaand a couple of bottles of my brother's newest midlife crisis project—drink at your peril,” she said, turning to him with a joking glint in her eye. “Haven't had a Stella in forever.” “Good choice,” she said, twisting off the cap and handing him the beer. “You look great by the way, I love that sweater on you,” she complimented, letting her hand brush against his arm. “I'll go get ready as well—feel free to put on some music or snoop around if you get bored.” She disappeared into what Evan assumed was her bedroom, and he spent the next thirty or so minutes emptying his beer and looking around the house. He wouldn't describe her house as cluttered, but she had a lot of stuff to browse through. There were pictures of her with friends and family, bookshelves full of books and random little trinkets, and an impressive—although dated—collection of music CDs. He was looking through the CDs when she got back from the bedroom, wearing a long skirt with a matching top. “Wow,” he said, trying not to fumble with the CD case he was holding. “You look amazing.” “Thank you,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Had to step up my game. You set the bar pretty high.” It had been a while since Evan dated someone who complimented his looks as readily as Sydney did. Most of the women his age seemed reluctant to—maybe in an effort to play hard to get, he didn't know. He liked this better though. “Thanks,” he said, holding out his arm. “Ready to leave?” She grabbed his arm, the bracelet around her wrist jingling softly. “Yes, let's go.” . He felt it the moment he sat down in the passenger seat—the familiar aching pressure in his bladder. The restaurant was a 15-minute drive away, at most. That's nothing, he should be able to hold it for 15 minutes, come on. Still, he looked back at Sydney's house. Relief a simple ‘sorry, just need to take a quick leak’ away. But … it would have been weird, right? 15 measly minutes to the restaurant—even if someone was bursting they'd be able to hold it for 15 minutes. Someone other than Evan, at least. But, he didn't even have to go that bad. No, it's okay, he could hold it. He had to. Roughly five minutes later, Evan wished he could go back in time, punch himself, and just use the damn bathroom like he knew he should have. He hadn't been careless enough to put himself in this kind of situation in months, maybe a year even—normally in tune with his body enough to know his limits—and he felt a sense of panic mounting with each urgent twinge from his bladder. The only comfort he could hang onto was that he'd had the foresight to put on a pad. That would save his pants when he inevitably lost a few spurts. He just hoped that it would happen the way it usually did, in front of the toilet, where he could get his hand down his pants and clamp down until he had the chance to position himself, getting most of it in the toilet. He barely even considered the latchkey leakage part of his issues anymore, it was just how things went for him, and with the pads he didn't have to cope with an annoying wet spot in his underwear or having to keep extras with him to change, paranoid about smelling like stale urine as the day went on. He knew he'd gone a bit nose blind to the smell himself, so he took extra care when he was around people. At home he was lazy about it from time to time, not wanting to use up more of the pads than necessary, his sweatpants ending up with wet spots that he ignored until they dried again. Yes, it was kind of gross, but … he liked being gross sometimes. Not right now, though. The last thing he wanted was Sydney to find out by getting it shoved in her face—not literally—before he'd had a chance to tell her in a more dignified setting. But he doubted he'd be lucky enough to get out of this situation without an incident leading to him having to awkwardly explain himself to Sydney. He just hoped it would be because he'd had to run inside the restaurant the moment the car stopped, instead of … no, he didn't even want to think about worse scenarios—something that was easier said than done when his bladder kept firing signals of impending doom, making his heart thunder away in his chest, sweat breaking out on his forehead. The aching pressure he'd felt at the start of the ride had begun to morph into something else. A stinging sensitivity at the tip of his dick made him wish he could get his hand down there, fight pressure with pressure and ease the discomfort for just a few seconds. He couldn't do that, of course, but he also couldn't keep himself from readjusting the way he was seated—struggling to find a balance between outright squirming in his seat, and finding a position that would give him an ounce of relief. Sydney didn't seem to notice—thank god—as she was too busy keeping track of traffic. The two of them were far from the only people planning a dinner out tonight, and it struck Evan that the expected 15-minute ride would probably end up closer to 20 minutes. Shit. In a stroke of luck, he found a way to sit that eased the pressure on his bladder considerably and he spent the next 10 minutes practically frozen in that position, praying to whatever cosmic entity out there that he’d make it, trying to ignore the dull ache slowly returning. Just a couple more minutes till the restaurant. A couple more minutes till the bathroom, he kept repeating in his mind like a mantra as they reached the last stoplight before their destination—he could even see the lights from the restaurant, and—oh no. He crossed his legs, a gasp involuntarily escaping him, earning a glance from Sydney, as a wave of urgency that made a cold chill running down the back of his neck overtook him. His bladder started spasming painfully, the last of his control slipping. It started slow, white-hot heat seeping out of him, but he didn't have any delusions that he'd be able to keep it that way long enough to get to the bathroom before the pad reached capacity. It wasn't made to hold much, and definitely not made to soak up liquid coming as fast as it did when your muscles gave up—something that was imminent, judging by the cramping flutters increasing in strength. The car came to a stop, and the only thing Evan could hope for was getting out of the car fast enough to avoid destroying the seat. He glanced down, the bulging of the pad glaringly obvious to him, but his pants were still dry as he unbuckled his seat belt and scrambled to get out of the car. He slammed the door shut, leaning against the side of the car, unsure of if his legs would hold him as urine started pouring out of him fast enough that it came through the fabric of his pants, liquid spattering down onto the concrete, rapidly forming a puddle. He barely heard Sydney shutting the door on her side of the car over his panicked breathing, mind going a mile a minute trying to figure out a way to stop her from walking over to him—obviously wondering why he stopped right outside of the car—but coming up short, aside from a weak, “Wait, don't … ” as Sydney rounded the front of the car. “What are you—Oh,” she said, stopping dead in her tracks in front of him, a surprised expression on her face. Evan looked away before it turned into a look of disgust, trying to spare himself the humiliation. His face was burning, the stinging heat of embarrassment crawling up the back of his neck, every instinct screaming at him to get out of there—leg it, get back to his apartment, delete and block her number, and try to forget it ever happened—but his legs wouldn't move. He was frozen in place, awaiting her reaction. At least the puddle at his feet had stopped expanding, but the slant of the ground had the pee running in a slow rivulet alongside the car, toward where Sydney was standing—as if she needed further evidence of what had happened. She stepped to the side, her high heels scraping against the asphalt, echoing loudly in the awkward silence. A pained noise escaped Evan despite himself, snapping Sydney out of her silent contemplation about the situation, and before he knew it she was in front of him, hand stretched out in a tentative gesture. “Hey, no, don't be embarrassed, it's okay,” she said, her hand coming to rest on his arm. She looked around the parking lot, toward the restaurant, before trying to meet his eyes. “It’s okay, there's no one around, no one saw you.” You saw, he thought, but brought himself to meet her gaze. There was no look of disgust on her face, no condescending glare, just concern and maybe a bit of confusion, which was fair. He owed her an explanation. He grimaced. “Shit, I'm sorry, I … “ Yeah, what? Thought he could hold it? Thought that he could drink a beer and hold it for 20 minutes? No, of course not, not him, not with his stupid fucking bladder, God— The hand on his arm gave a comforting squeeze, pulling him out of his self-deprecating spiral. “Don't worry about it, just …” She looked around the parking lot again, thinking. “You know what, let's get back in the car, yeah? Just let me—” She opened the back door, leaning in and pulling out an empty grocery bag from the pocket on the backseat before giving him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, the seat,” she said before nudging past him and placing the bag onto the passenger seat. Evan took a deep breath, wincing at the growing coldness of wet fabric, and prepared himself for a very awkward drive back. -*- Thank you for reading! I have a few more chapters of the aftermath planned/half-written, so if you liked the first chapter let me know - my biggest motivation for writing is knowing that other people enjoy reading it ❤️
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  48. I spent all evening last night relaxing and having drinks, and ended up really very soggy. I recall two really big wettings after getting desperate each time, but I'm sure that I must have wet several more times over the course of the evening. My diaper was really soaked and rather heavy and bulky by the end of the evening, but thankfully there were no leaks. I decided to give myself a break from padding, and wore normal knickers and some lose fitting pyjama shorts to bed. In the morning I was surprised to find that I didn't wake up needing to wee too badly. I enjoyed lazing in bed for a while before heading upstairs to do some work on my computer. Whilst I was working the need to use the loo was building up, and quite quickly I began thinking about how to deal with needing a wee. Earlier in the morning I'd come across @Tellnoone's weekly summer challenge thread, and this seemed like a good opportunity to pass round 1 (I suspect I might have trouble with subsequent rounds given I'll be back to having company in the house next week, but who knows?). I knew that I had an unopened pack of knickers in my wardrobe, which although perhaps unimaginative seemed like it would definitely tick the game of wetting something that I hadn't wet before. I selected a bright pink pair, and grabbed a pair of black leggings from the washing basket to make things slightly more exciting. Laundry was definitely on my to do list for today in any case. I hopped into the shower tray and enjoyed the building desperation for a few more minutes before letting go. It felt wonderfully relaxing but naughty at the same time as the hot wee ran down the insides of both of my legs and pooled at my feet. It seemed like the knickers and leggings combination didn't actually get too wet, as I found that the knickers were dry when I took them off, with the exception of a hand sized patch in the middle. The leggings were of course wet down both legs, but the seat and back stayed dry. After a brief shower I pulled on some Tena pants super, fresh knickers and my pyjama shorts again (as it was a warm day, and I wasn't planning on going anywhere). Returning to work (and laundry) I spent the rest of the afternoon doing jobs and feeling the need to go to the loo steadily becoming more insistent on both fronts. At some point I wet the Tena pants, and a couple of hours later wet them again whilst hanging out clothes to dry in the back garden. I was considering changing when the doorbell rang. My pyjama shorts weren't the best for hiding things, and I briefly considered not answering the door, but I was also expecting a delivery, so I decided to be brave and answer. It turned out to be just a charity collector, who was gracious enough to go away without an argument. I'm sure there was no way that they could have noticed anything, but I'm equally sure that I was also blushing. Now it's 8pm at night, and I've just changed into a Tena slip ultima for the evening again, with a booster pad too, ready for another cozy and relaxed evening in, much like last night. The need to poo is building up steadily, and I'm not yet sure what I'll do about that, but it is nice being fully protected with a glass of wine in hand.
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