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  1. 85 points
    Hello again. Few weeks ago I was able to have a little fun again... I decided to hold it to my absolute limit! Usually I just 'give up' and wet myself without much effort to actually hold it in. But that day I decided to NOT give up so easily. I started everything by keeping myself VERY hydrated throughout the day. Drinking much more than usually, while still using the bathroom normally. I stopped using the bathroom at around 11 pm when my siblings started to get to their beds and I was FINALLY about to get some privacy. I was already kind of desperate, but I wanted to watch an film to the end. It was a film called 'Looper', but the name is probably the only thing I remember... Anyways, I drank around six cups of tea during the movie, and I was feeling quite freaking full when the movie was close to the end. When it did end, I started to setup my floor with an giant plastic bag and some towels on top of that. I have already ruined one part of our floor, I really don't want to do that again . I really regretted for not doing the setup earlier, it was annoying thing to do whilst desperate! I had just put the towels on the floor when my sister came in. I almost panicked, but then I just calmly lifted everything suspicious on my floor and threw them behind my armchair. I still can't believe she didn't notice anything, she was just looking at her phone . She said that she wasn't feeling sleepy at all, and wanted to talk to me instead! It felt so unreal, she has never came into my room at so late time! (She is 16 by the way.) At first my mind was like "Oh yeah, now I have to hold it! This is perfect!". But as time passed by and she noticed that she hadn't written her diary yet and started to write it RIGHT THERE, i started to panic a little. I couldn't sit still anymore. I tried to say to her that I would like to sleep now, and she was like "I'll be quick, just a few more lines! Then I'll go to bed!". Now something about her; she does her diary EVERY day. EVERY FUCKING DAY. And no matter what, she wants to fill the pages right to the end. Exactly one big page every day. A bit crazy behavior, if you ask me . So I knew that I just had to wait. Of course I could have used the bathroom freely at any point, but... I had decided to hold it. So I just crossed my legs even more tightly and tried to act like nothing was going on. At one point I had to stand up to do a little pee dance, it was hurting so much I couldn't sit anymore! I was actually really close to losing it at this point. Soon I sat down again and started to feel a bit better. And I still had to use both of my hands to hold it in... Then she said that she's ready to go to sleep. I'm not sure, but I think that she was around an hour in my room. I felt so happy when she finally left, I don't think that I'd have been able to last a lot longer! So when I was sure that she won't come back, I quickly dug the towels and threw them on the floor. I mean, I just threw them. I did not care to carefully set them or anything. There simply wasn't time for that... . Then I completely focused on holding it in. Legs TIGHTLY pressed together. My hands being the final hope to stop the flood. At one point I even tried laying on my bed, but it didn't help at all... I know that I have never been so desperate. NEVER. That's for sure. I leaked a bit, and felt SO excited! It felt so awesome to start losing control like that! It was my first time ever to actually pee myself because I simply could not hold it any longer. I tried to stop it, but... Oooohhh, I could not stop it. It felt far too good to be stopped! It didn't take long until my jeggins ended up being... well, quite damp . It was awesome. Absolutely the best wetting I've ever done. Wetting myself uncontrollably like that felt maybe 10 times better that 'just' wetting myself. HOW this ended up being so long post? I had just planned to post the pics and not to write a long story like this... Well, I don't know. Maybe someone will find it amusing. So, the pics: And my personal favorites: And pics from my panties for those interested: ps: Getting those tight wet jeggins off was NOT an easy task...
  2. 28 points
    https://www.pornhub.com/users/babydavesworld/videos will add more videos regularly. most likely at weekends. She loves to just casually wet the bed with me, or wet her pants when we go out walking etc.
  3. 27 points
    Had some fun at the mall today. Screen-capped the story cause I’m lazy lol IMG_1682.MP4
  4. 25 points

    Wetting at CVS

    A little background on me to start: I don’t post a whole lot but I do enjoy lurking on this site. I don’t have very many people I share my fetish with so it’s nice to feel a sense of community on here. I don’t realize why it didn’t occur to me to share this story earlier but here’s a recap of a public incident I had at a CVS late last year after overestimating my bladder. In case visualization is big for you, I’m a curvy build 21 year old short girl. I’m also a college student. I had a couple drinks with a friend at her apartment. I knew I needed to pee while there since alcohol races through me and I had a few beers with her while hanging out. The issue was that I am terribly pee shy and I didn’t want to excuse myself especially before she did when we each drank the same amount and my need didn’t feel too severe anyway, so I shoved the thought away. I had to run an errand after leaving her place so I decided to walk a few blocks to CVS. Before walking to CVS, I hoped to excuse myself to one of the many public restrooms on-campus (my friend stays on-campus, I stay a 20 minute walk away from campus). None of the doors to the student center or dining hall or libraries were opening. I checked the time on my phone - it was 11:05 at night. Everywhere closed on-campus at 11. I mentally scolded myself before sucking it up and beginning the 15 minute walk to CVS. This was a terrible idea in the cold though because I stay in Michigan and this was November. The cold was nearly too much for my aching bladder at this point, but I continued. I was tempted to pull myself aside and release, but just as I contemplated that a man called out to me from his car and I was immediately reminded of reality and my own safety. I make it to CVS and that was where, I completely lost it. I’m an indecisive shopper so it always takes me a while to decide what I want to get. A 5-minute trip easily becomes a 30-minute one. As I’m collecting items, I occasionally fidget. Lean on the shelves a bit at times as to allow my body to relax a little. I can tell my cotton panties are moistening, but no spurts or leaks yet. I’m near constantly crossing my legs at this point. I knew the situation was becoming severe when I would begin darting my eyes, ensuring no eyes were watching, before I’d grab myself through leggings as a way to apply pressure and physically prevent my urine from escaping. There were a few close calls in the hair care aisle due to distractions (my kryptonite) & then I spurt, despite the pressure on my crotch. Then another spurt escapes. I no longer reach for my crotch upon removing and noticing moisture on my finger tips. I hurry to the self-checkout. As I’m checking out, scanning my items, I absolutely lose it. I’m shaking, crossing my legs, hopping from foot to foot, even dropping items carelessly because my body is incapable of doing anything aside from trying not to pee. Then, pee starts running down my crossed legs in tiny rivulets as I feel myself blushing as brightly as possible. I use this chance to pick up a few items as a way to distract from how I was actually trying to peak behind to survey the damage. The tan leggings show the tiniest rivulets down my legs, but thankfully I’m wearing a dress that shields my butt. A couple more spurts exit as I try my hardest to stem the flow. My entire butt was soaked, but seemingly maintained under the dress. Deciding I simply cannot wait to walk home, I order my Uber and head outside to wait. I was honestly hoping that while outside in the dark, I would be able on the asphalt really quickly since it not too many customers were around. Just as I went to squat against the wall, yet before I removed any clothing - an employee invites me back inside so I can stay warm. I awkwardly re-enter, careful no one sees my wet butt. I stand and stretch and pee dance in a corner until my Uber arrives. I get in her car, still like 70% wet and I feel soooo bad for the driver, but say nothing. When she drops me off, I request she take me to the back of my building as to avoid neighbors - this works and no one sees me. I rush inside, I press elevator buttons with my legs crossed, feel another long spurt as I swear up and down, and then I am nearly pissing as I fling my door open. I rip off my jacket, and run to the toilet. Just the pressure of sliding my leggings down and feeling it brush against my bladder is overwhelming and I lose it I just say “fuck it” and piss on my toilet through my already wet leggings, panties, and wet dress.
  5. 25 points
    Me and my girlfriend have been out for a walk in the countryside and she just went in her jeans all day and evening instead of bothering to go to the toilet, so we uploaded lots of new pics on our new pornhub channel for you all to watch if you wanted! ❤ We hope you enjoy! Link: https://www.pornhub.com/users/babydavesworld/videos
  6. 24 points

    New bedwetting vid

    Just a quick thing ^^ uwu.mp4
  7. 23 points
    I really had to pee when I got back to my hotel tonight. When I got of the car I leaked a very tiny amount, not enough to get my panties wet but I knew I was in trouble. The elevator took a few minutes and I knew if I tried to walk up stairs I’d immediately loose control ... so I waited. There were two men in the elevator with me so I couldn’t hold myself. As the first one got off the elevator I spurted a little. I clenched really hard and could feel the first drip. I got off and had to quickly grab my self to prevent a very public accident. The man didn’t even notice. I lost another dribble at the door .. I finally got to the bathroom and could feel myself throbbing in anticipation but desperately trying to hold on. I initially tried to unzip but leaked more so I got in the shower to try and take my pants off .. I couldn’t get them down in time. My poor bladder was SO full. I have a full 5 min video if anyone is interested
  8. 22 points

    I wet tight pants

    These pants were way too small, i was never going to wear them again, so.... vido.mp4
  9. 22 points

    My first wetting vid

    To be honest.... I peed while uploading the vid, too https://drive.google.com/file/d/1QBjXtq38YtCO7hbtL8niSIKl0lL0DQXn/view?usp=sharing
  10. 20 points

    Roadtrip Accident

    On an 8 hour drive and thought I could let out just a little to relieve some pressure but I let go too long ... the wet spot is so big that I can’t stop to finish at a rest stop because everyone would know I had an accident.. I don’t know how much longer I can wait
  11. 20 points

    Wetting in VR

    Hey all So I tried out somethin new not too long ago, and I wanted to talk about it a bit. Few months ago I decided to invest in a VR headset for my PC (which might I add is one of the best buys of my life) and a few nights ago I decided to take my weird kink into my VR experience. Starting out it wasn't too bad, but as time progressed it slowly went from just bein a minor annoyance to something that was starting to really mess with my gameplay in Tetris Effect. Once I got to the point where I was fidgeting uncontrollably, and getting a big urge to hold myself with my hands, I decided to open up Beat Saber and force myself to take my hands away from my lower regions to slice through some digital blocks. I specifically remember it too, I was doing super great on Crab Rave, then in the middle of the song when I had to duck that ended up being too much for my body, and I started full blown peeing myself in the middle of the song. I just sunk to the floor and let my body relieve itself of its need into my panties and jeans. Needless to say I ended up failing that song haha Super short, but I still wanted to post it anyways TY for reading
  12. 19 points

    Biku's art

  13. 18 points
    She had already wet the bed earlier whilst masturbating, so when she needed a wee again, she let me watch while she laid there and just wet herself again. See the link below to our new pornhub channel. Enjoy https://www.pornhub.com/album/51955872
  14. 18 points
    Just uploaded a hot clip of her completely wetting her little Reebok silky panties in bed while watching other girls wetting themselves on pornhub! Turned out to be a pretty cute clip! She was feeling really naughty after justc wetting herself all day instead of using the toilet! Check it out on the link: https://www.pornhub.com/users/babydavesworld/videos
  15. 18 points

    Biku's art

  16. 18 points
    I arrive home after a hiking trip bursting to pee. I guess I drank too much water during my hike. I think I can hold it long enough to prepare dinner for later on. I frantically search for cooking supplies up and down. I look at my phone for the recipe I need. After I take a few more steps the pressure on my bladder is too much, and I completely soak my jeans and my boots. I guess next time I will go to the restroom first!
  17. 17 points
    We will update all of our new clips and pics on this thread for now and share all of our wet fun if anyone is interested. So tonight after an evening of chilling and watching tv, she was laying in bed and needed to pee. So she just let it out little by little in her cute purple panties that shed already peed in many times. She was way too comfy in bed to move, so she just let it all go in her panties laying on her side while watching a nature documentary. Oh how I love being able lay in bed and watch her be a lazy girl and warm herself up in the best way, and love it when you can see it slowly run down her leg and her butt! Heres the clip if anyone wants to see Enjoy: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e73f84fa9feb
  18. 16 points

    Work fun

    Hi everyone. Sorry it's been a while. It would have been longer, but I'd received a couple of messages from fellow members saying that they miss seeing my stories. I'm definitely flattered. I've just been focusing on life, and possibly have a little one on the way. After getting those messages, it inspired me to have a little fun so I can share with everyone. Hope you enjoy. A few nights back, I was at work. The virus that's going around hasn't shut us down yet. This particular night was rather boring, so I decided to start drinking peach tea. It's so yummy, and it goes right through me. About two hours or so left of my shift, I started to feel pressure in my bladder building. Not going to lie, it's been a little difficult trying to distinguish between light bladder pressure, and the pressure I've been feeling in my uterus. Sorry if that's TMI, haha, but it's the weirdest feeling. So not really knowing what pressure I'm feeling, I keep drinking my tea and keep working. About 45 minutes later though, there isn't any mistaking that I have to pee, and I have to pee right now. I went from being fairly relaxed, to about peeing my pants in a few minutes time. I have my hand between my legs, and have them crossed as tight as I could as I try to wait for this wave to pass. Couple minutes go by, and I'm still hanging on for dear life. I try getting up from my seat, and I feel myself starting to leak, so I sit back down. I'm a little concerned, that I've gotten myself in a situation that I can't get out of. I was hoping that I'd be able to make it until after work to be able to just let go. I was wrong, and here I am with about an hour left of work, and on the verge of peeing my pants. I'm trying to outweigh my options, but then I can feel my bladder starting to give in. I can feel my panties getting wet, and all of a sudden an adrenaline rush hits me, and I start running for the bathroom. I keep my hand between my legs. I can feel the fabric in the crotch of my pants dampening. I'm only about half way to the bathroom. I can feel a little bit start pooling in my hand, and I start to panic. I try to clench my abdominal muscles and stop it, but it's not working. I finally reach the bathroom. I cross my legs so I can unbutton my pants, and I can feel the damp fabric on my skin. I'm finally able to sit down, and let it all go. The relief was so enormous I could have collapsed if I wasn't already sitting. I inspect the damage to my pants. The crotch is soaked, and about half way down my thighs were soaked too. It's a good thing my pants were black.
  19. 16 points

    Three Sisters

    Currently stuck in quarantine, so I've had some time for writing. I have several ideas for one-shots I'm working on. This is one of them. Also, Three Sisters is a play by Chekhov. This has absolutely nothing to do with that. It doesn't even contain a Chekhov's gun. But it is about three sisters. Janet’s three daughters had learned her golden rule at a young age: public restrooms were no proper place for a lady to relieve herself. Janet was an eccentric, and probably suffered from an undiagnosed, but severe anxiety disorder. She always wore flowery hippie dresses with patterns inspired by Indian art and psychedelics, and often walked around nude in the house, even when she had guests—which accounts for her eccentricity. But her strange habits had a darker side. She could not leave the house without completing an elaborate ritual involving touching a sequence of household objects: bedroom doorknob (three times), stove (once, even if it was hot; she had the burn scars to prove it), bathroom doorknob (twice), a shelf which she had deliberately hung askew (four times), and so on. Sometimes, she suffered strange impulses, like the compulsive desire to bend down and grab a handful of sand or gravel off the ground and sift it through her fingers. Her daughters loved her, and mostly dismissed their mother’s strange habits as a kind of benign superstition, in the way that children do. After all, aren’t mothers supposed to be invincible? But certain habits rubbed off on them, certain beliefs which were close enough to ordinary that they seemed eminently sensible, even if their mother took them a step further than most parents. One of these beliefs was the absolute avoidance of public restrooms. Each daughter developed her own strategy to deal with the unfortunate fact that the body’s waste elimination system does not halt in the face of a stalwart belief that almost all the relevant facilities in the world are strictly off limits. Amber was the oldest, and so she had to learn how to deal with her mother’s rules without the guidance or example of her siblings. She had decided on a strategy which was simple and obvious, but came with complications: if you have to go, just go. Her mother didn’t mind that her daughter had accidents when she couldn’t hold it, so Amber learned to have deliberate “accidents.” It was not the mere lack of cleanliness in public restrooms that Janet objected to. It was rather a deeper, pathological and rigid belief in what was and was not proper, especially for a lady, and all Janet’s daughters were ladies, even when they were still in diapers. Public ladies’ rooms were spiritually unclean. Unfit for true ladies. But Janet’s daughters were spiritually pure, in her eyes, and so was anything that came out of them. Even if, by society’s standards, they were smelly, messy, dirty. Going to the bathroom in your underwear was the obvious solution, in a certain way, perhaps even the most elegant. It was natural, primal. But Amber couldn’t deny that it came with inconveniences, both practical and social. Thankfully, she’d had more than two decades worth of practice in how to deal with them. She often wore skirts or dresses, and when she did, she could just squat down in such a way that she only peed through her panties, holding up the hem of her skirt discreetly to avoid wetting it—she had it down to a fine art, the exact angle she needed to hold while seated or squatting, so as to minimize the risk of any stains. She knew how to move, how to sit and how to stand in wet panties so as to minimize discomfort—wet wedgies were no fun—and seep-through. When she wore jeans, she couldn’t avoid a visible stain, but she knew that if she squatted down and released in a controlled manner, she could keep the damage local, around the middle of her crotch and parts of her bum. She’d trained herself to release only enough to relieve the pressure; between one-third and one-half of her bladder was enough to get her at least a couple of hours, by which time it would have begun to dry and she could rewet. Amber often kept an extra sweater or jacket in her purse, just something small enough to fit but large enough that she could tie it around her waist and mostly get away with it. To minimize smell, she kept well hydrated, which was perhaps also why she couldn’t just stop having accidents, even if they weren’t quite “accidents”. Her purse also contained what she jokingly referred to as her “bum and crotch spray,” a certain perfume which she’d found through trial and error masked the smell of urine which would otherwise have clung to her, without clashing with her deodorant or other perfume. As for number twos, well, those were not exactly a walk in the park to deal with, but she kept herself regular and they were rarely a problem in public. But if they did become a problem on a rare occasion, well, Amber could have taught a class in ladies’ etiquette: how to walk with poise and purpose with a load in your pants and a smile on your face. Her husband-to-be had been left dumbfounded when, on their third date, a romantic walk in the park, Amber had excused herself and walked behind a bush. She had re-emerged with a small wet spot between her legs, and nonchalantly fished out a sweater from her purse and tied it around her waist. Once secured, it fell perfectly to obscure the small peach-sized stain in the front and the little half-moon on her bum. “Did you just pee yourself?” Mark asked. “I just had to have a little accident to relieve the pressure,” Amber said. She was, of course, aware by this point in her life that other people found her habit strange, but she’d been raised as a free spirit, and privately wondered why other people didn’t do as she did. Besides, she’d found that making a big deal out of thing was what made things a big deal in the first place. Some girls had teased her about her accidents, especially in high school, but they’d found no enjoyment in it as long as Amber maintained a perfect nonchalance about the whole thing. “But there’s a restroom right there!” Mark said, exasperated. He pointed to a little building not fifty meters away. “How can it be an accident when you deliberately walked past the bathroom to go pee in your clothes in a bush?” Amber felt her fists clench, her face flush. Her previous boyfriend had left her over this, and romance was perhaps the one area where she could not will her reality to become real. She stomped a foot into the ground, and she cursed her eyes for the betrayal when she felt tears begin to form. She would not cry: It had been a long time since anyone had made her cry over an accident. But she really liked Mark, and that asshole Aaron had dumped her for reasons that were very much to do with the habits her mother had instilled in her, and this was all too much. “I. Do. Not. Use. Public. Restrooms!” She yelled. “They’re unclean, you understand? It was an accident because I couldn’t have held on until we got home and I couldn’t go to the restroom because it’s a public restroom and I do not use public restrooms because they’re unclean and unfit for a lady!” The words were spilling out of her in rapid succession and with little care for natural pauses or sentence structure. “I’m sorry I ruined our date, you go date some hot chick who doesn’t piss her pants if you like!” She finished, just as the first tears began to fall. But Mark hadn’t left. He’d slowly teased out some of the background for her phobia of public bathrooms, and he sympathized. Amber was everything he’d ever wanted, and if he couldn’t deal with this, well, he didn’t deserve her. He’d taken her into his arms, rubbed the tears off her cheeks, and bought her ice cream. Over time, he’d pieced together the puzzle that was Amber—meeting her mother had been a revelation and a half. And he’d taken it in stride, even become an accomplice in her cover-ups. Neither of them had expected to find that, when she was wet, Amber was especially sensitive, and after the first time he rubbed her off after an “accident”, Mark was in love. Well, in lust. He’d already been in love with everything else about her. Now they were planning a wedding, three years after that fateful date. First, though, was a trip with Amber and her sisters. The excuse was that they needed to be sure he was fit to be her husband, as if he were some suitor in an old-timey play, but in reality, they had met many times before and had long since decided that he was a good match. Really they were just going on a weekend trip together for fun. Mark wasn’t quite sure whether Amber would have agreed to marry him if her sisters hadn’t given their enthusiastic consent; the three of them were nearly inseparable, which he secretly attributed to the fact that they’d been brought up together in a world apart, slightly off-center of ordinary society. Janet, the girls’ mother, had recently passed away from cancer, which seemed only to strengthen their resolve to adhere to the rules she had laid down for them as children. It’s like that with children and strict parents: once the parent passes away, some children are finally free of their influence, while others renew their commitment to their parent’s memory with vigor. Amber and her sisters were the latter kind. Traveling with three adult women who refuse to even consider using a public toilet was going to be somewhat of a challenge. But Mark was prepared to do everything in his power to make it fun and take it all in stride. He wanted them to have a few days in which the death of their mother, the woman who raised them alone in her own world of paranoia, but also of joy, would not be the foremost thing on their minds. Mark and Amber picked up the middle sister, Marlene, at her apartment. She was named after Marlene Dietrich, the actress and singer, a favorite of her mother’s. Marlene was perhaps the one who had inherited the most eccentric of her mother’s genes. Taking after her namesake, she liked wearing jazz-age outfits and kept a cigarette holder in her purse, which she would only use for the occasional drag of a cigarette purely for aesthetic reasons, as she didn’t normally smoke. Today, however, she’d dressed refreshingly ordinary, in jeans and a white top. “Gotta get comfortable for the trip,” she said. The youngest sister, Jasmine, had slept over at Mark and Amber’s home. She went by Jazzy and was all of twenty years and relentlessly ready for the world. An energy bomb once she’d had her morning coffee, a talker for the ages, and all-around busybody. Today she was dressed in a pink miniskirt that just about covered her underwear, a black punk t-shirt and an almost iridescent red lipstick that was warring with her freckles for dominance over her face. She hadn’t had her coffee yet, though, and Mark found it endearing to see her actually yawn. He didn’t think he could remember seeing her this subdued ever, aside from the period immediately prior to and following her mother’s death. “Everybody powder their noses and, uh, stuff?” Mark asked before they pulled out. He felt a trickle of sweat slide down his neck and hoped he didn’t have to deal with any accidents this trip. He could deal with Amber, but Amber was his fiancee, and it felt like an intimacy he couldn’t share with her sisters. “All ready,” said Marlene. “Yup!” chirped Jazzy. “Let’s go,” Amber said, and they were off. All three sisters shared a phobia of public restrooms, but their approaches to dealing with the problem were very different. Marlene could not stand accidents, and she held a mixture of disgust and fascination with her elder sister’s freewheeling approach. Marlene had instead trained herself to simply not pee. She could and would hold it until she was in a proper place to relieve herself. She nearly always made it. When she didn’t, she wasn’t able to brush it off as easily as Amber. It hadn’t come easy to her. She was not born with a camel’s hump for a bladder. In her early years, she had some spectacular accidents. Because she would not employ her older sister’s discreet, controlled-release approach, much to Amber’s chagrin and Marlene’s sorrow, she would simply hold it until she couldn’t. She could hold a lot, these days, but when she could hold it no more, it all came out. She’d been teased relentlessly for her soakings, her skirts and dresses and overalls and jeans dripping, until she’d devised a plan. She’d train herself until it was no longer an issue. She started by not peeing in the house until it was an absolute emergency. Soon, she could hold it all day through school, although her panties were often damp by the time she pulled them down on the porcelain sanctuary at home. Her first goal reached, she settled for the ultimate price: a full sixteen hours. That was an entire day from morning until night, and Marlene knew she could never feel secure until she was certain she could last an entire day’s outing with no risk of an accident. She’d have to do it gradually. It was like any strength training: progressive overload was the key to building strength, whether it be lifting weights or kegels. She began by extending her no-pee time an hour after school, then two, then three. It was a lonely, hard road, filled with wet and even, occasionally, messy slip-ups. By the time she was fifteen, she decided to extend her regimen all the way from morning to dinner, a final stepping stone to the waking-to-bedtime goal. She thought she was ready. But one morning, her mother knocked on her door and told her they had to talk. Marlene didn’t know exactly what it was about. Irrationally, she thought her mother must have smelled smoke on her breath the day before, when she had taken two drags off of a cigarette on a dare. But she’d brushed her teeth twice before her mother got off work! Then her eyes drifted over towards her full laundry basket, and she knew. She’d pushed herself extra hard this week, never peeing until she leaked twice, and her mother must have noticed. “I’ve called your school and told them you have to stay home today because you’re sick, honey,” her mother began. “But I’m not sick, Ma,” Marlene said. “I know, honey. But your underwear is all wet. All of it! I wash clothes all day and yet somehow you manage to dirty it all, and today you have nothing clean at all. And a lady can’t go out in public wearing dirty underwear!” Marlene blushed. “I’m thinking of booking a doctor’s appointment for you. It isn’t healthy to be having so many accidents at your age.” “No, Ma, please,” Marlene said, and then she launched into a tearful exposition on her efforts to train herself to be the perfect lady, one who never needed to pee until it was appropriate. “Oh, baby,” her mother had said, and hugged her. “Maybe you should look to your older sister for guidance on these things.” “I don’t want to be a baby who pees herself like Amber, Ma,” Marlene said. “That’s why I do this, so that won’t be a problem when I’m all grown up.” “Don’t speak ill of your sister,” her mother had said, and patted her head. In the end, she didn’t take Marlene to the doctor’s. She bought Marlene training panties. Training panties. Thick, absorbent. Basically thin cloth diapers, although they looked and felt like thick underwear. Marlene redoubled her efforts to hold it, and she kept the leaks to a minimum. By the time she was seventeen, she was almost to the point where she felt safe. That was when she had her most spectacular failure. Her mother had finally managed to find herself a boyfriend. It was a long time since she’d been in a relationship. Marlene found Hank creepy and ugly and all-around wrong, but her mother adored him. Now, he’d offered to take the whole family out to dinner to celebrate their mother’s birthday. The problem was, it was a late dinner. They weren’t going to be at the restaurant until nine. It was an hour longer than Marlene had ever held it, and she hadn’t peed all day. But she was determined that this was the right step in her training. Before they left, she sat squirming openly on the sofa, making fists of her hands to prevent them from straying to her crotch, which would have been most unladylike. Her training panties felt clammy and damp. Today, they were green with a picture of Kermit the frog on the front and far too tight because her mother bought them in the children’s section. It was patently obvious that she was on the verge of having an accident, and she hated it. “Marlene, dear, do you need the toilet?” Hank asked, his eyes leering at her with a look that seemed altogether too lustful to be directing at your girlfriend’s daughter. She hated the way he tried to insinuate himself into her family and her life like some creepy father figure. “No!” She said, and Hank shrugged. He probably didn’t expect his girlfriend’s almost-grown daughter to actually hold her pee until she wet herself. By the time they arrived at the restaurant, Kermit the frog could not contain Marlene’s leaks any longer. When she rose from the car seat, she felt the front of her dress and confirmed it was damp, and there was a wet circle on her seat. She quickly grabbed a colorful quilted pillow her mother kept in the car and placed it over the stain. Her older sister was off at college, but Jazzy was along, and in a good mood, as usual. She seemed to take to Hank more than Marlene did. “Come, sis,” she said, grabbing at her hand. “Eww, your hand is all wet and clammy,” she remarked, discarding it as easily as she picked it up. Marlene knew she was out of her depth. She’d overestimated her capacity, and now she was stuck. There was no way she could use the restaurant’s restrooms, of course, and now she was in for an hour of dinner. She thought she might have another ten minutes in her. As the waiter handed her the menu, she focused all her might on her pelvic area, clenching like she’d practiced so many times before. She simply had to hold it. There was no other option. Sheer willpower held her aloft through ordering pasta and water, but she was running on fumes. Her midsection was on fire, waves of pressure were rippling through her, sweat was pooling under her armpits, and she was leaking. She couldn’t sit still, constantly bouncing her weight from side to side. Marlene must look like an impatient toddler, but the others were busy talking and paid her no mind. She resorted to holding herself under the table. If a lady grabs her crotch under the table and nobody sees it, is she really unladylike? Just as the food arrived, the dam burst. A wave of pain stabbed at her, right in the small of the back, and she felt her body involuntarily push. That was it: three seconds of pushing, a stream of urine flooding through Kermit’s eyes and mouth and onto the floor, and then she was numb; her entire lower half felt like it was floating. She could barely even feel it as her body stopped pushing and began passively releasing. The urine pooled underneath her bum, soaked into her black dress, and then the pool expanded under her, trickling towards the edge. Now there was an audible hiss, and then there was a splatter as the torrent began cascading off the chair and splattering on the floor. The waiter’s mouth fell open. He jumped back as the pee reached his foot, and dropped a bowl onto the table so that it cracked, spilling tomato sauce onto the cloth. Marlene continued peeing as things became a blur around her: her mother screaming, her sister laughing hysterically, Hank jumping off his chair and shouting something, then storming out of the restaurant. She was too shocked to even cry, or so she thought, until they got outside into the autumn chill and she felt the chill on her wet face. Hank had apparently broken off all contact with Marlene’s mother. Her mother responded by grounding her for a week. She knew Marlene didn’t like Hank and accused her of deliberately sabotaging the dinner. But Janet had relented after only two days when she’d finally calmed down enough to listen to Marlene’s explanation. Her mother must have known, somewhere deep down, that her habits were irrational, and she must have understood that this was her own doing: her own rules had pushed her daughter to do this. That was the most spectacular failure in her training. But pretty soon, Marlene had reached her goal. She could go all day without peeing, and only on rare occasions did she lose it and have an accident. When she did, it was always a flood, but never quite as publicly as that time at the restaurant. And her training had worked: she found herself a lot more outgoing after she had proven to herself that restroom needs were no longer a daily hurdle to overcome. Soon, she had expanded her friend circle, hooked up with a guy or two, began experimenting with vintage fashion, and then she was off to college. Now, she was absentmindedly sipping on a bottle of water, as was her older sister. Jazzy had her headphones plugged in and seemed to have zoned out completely. Mark steered the car towards the airport. They lined up in front of the self check-in machines, one after another punching in their cryptic 6-letters-and-digits booking code. Mark was amused that his code was ZOOMAN: did that mean he was a superhero who could turn into random zoo animals? But, like, what if it’s the really uninteresting ones, like that one snake that isn’t poisonous and can’t crush a metal bar with its awesome jaw strength or the sea anemone that the tropical fish swim past? He chuckled to himself. His fiancee gave him a strange look. “What are you laughing at?” she asked, with a hint of bitterness underneath. “Oh, just this booking code,” he said. “Look: it says ZOOMAN. Do you think—” “Forget I ever asked,” Amber said, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Well, maybe he didn’t amuse her, but at least he got a kiss, so she couldn’t be that annoyed at him. They lined up for the security check. Amber went first, then Mark, then Marlene. When it was Jazzy’s turn, the scanner beeped, and a female security officer stepped forward. “Random check, ma’am,” she said. “I need to scan you with this,” and she indicated a handheld scanner that probably looked for explosives residue, or something. “Hold your arms out.” Jazzy did as she was told. “I need to check the inside of your skirt’s waistband,” said the security officer. Jazzy stood still as the lady put two fingers inside her waistband. The woman stopped short when she felt the bulky, padded waistband of Jazzy’s underwear. “Problem, officer?” Jazzy asked, her voice as sweet as an angel. Jasmine had solved the problem of public bathrooms in her own way: she never gave up on her diapers. After a while, her mother had stopped trying to potty train her, reasoning, perhaps, that it was better for her to wear diapers than to use public restrooms. Now, she was an adult, but still wore diapers whenever she went out in public. Jazzy had a considerable collection of different styles and kinds. She’d even gotten the state to subsidize them, since she had never been potty trained properly and had a diagnosis of medical incontinence. Mark had often thought that, if she could just get over her mental block, she could easily learn to use the bathroom like a proper adult, but when he’d tried to explain this to Amber, she’d refused to speak to him for a week. He never brought it up again. Jazzy had the kind of domineering and outgoing personality that made her almost invincible to bullying. Many had tried, but only one person had ever managed to make her cry over her diapers, and that was her own sister. She didn’t care, and always acted like her condition was perfectly normal, and not even schoolyard bullies could make heads or tails out of her nonchalance and bubbly personality. Everyone knew, and nobody cared—or at least, nobody dared to say they cared, because everyone loved Jazzy. That was how she’d survived kindergarten through high school, and it was how she was surviving now. “No problem, Ma’am,” said the security lady, and waved her through. Jazzy picked up her hand luggage with a satisfied smirk. She’d tried to convince her sisters to join her eminently practical solution to their shared problem, but they had their own strategies and wouldn’t listen. Their loss, she’d always thought. Amber might think she could pee anywhere, anytime, but she couldn’t, not really. Jazzy could. On their way to the gate, all three sisters picked up a coffee at an airside kiosk. Mark watched in uneasy anticipation, looking for any signs of discomfort. He’d already made a trip to the restrooms, but of course, the sisters weren’t going to. They boarded their plane, and everyone seemed comfortable. But by the time they were seated and the seatbelt sign was on, Amber was squirming. She couldn’t seem to sit still, wiggling her bum and her thighs this way or that, keeping her hands folded almost priest-like in her lap, but Mark suspected she did so for other reasons than religious devotion. “You okay, babe?” He ventured. “Just need to pee,” she whispered. In the seat next to them, Jazzy’s eyes flickered upward briefly, and a vapid smile fell over her lips. Amber guessed her sister had just wet. Unlike her, she could do it without any consequences. Amber would like to relieve the pressure, but it would leave a spot on the seat, and sitting down was not really the ideal position to conceal an accident. Squatting at a certain angle that she couldn’t quite achieve in the seat would have been ideal. She’d just have to hold it until their layover, although by this time, the water and coffee was starting to catch up to her. Her bladder felt like a lead ball in her abdomen, constantly jolted by any slight turbulence or even by her shifting slightly; but if she didn’t shift around, she felt like she would lose it completely. And she could not lose it completely. Amber had trained herself to release in a controlled fashion, so as to minimize exposure to others. If she full-on lost it, there would be no way to hide it, and she’d be mortified. Meanwhile, Marlene was feeling a familiar pressure build in her bladder, but she could deal with it. She’d dealt with it many times before. What bothered her more, though, was the quite unfamiliar pressure building in her bowels. She felt like there was a weight attached to her spine, constantly descending, and it would soon hit muscles which she’d never had to train. She let out a silent fart and cringed; she was usually so careful never to release gas in public, and never to be in a situation where she needed to release something more. But now she had hours left of her journey, and for the first time in years, she didn’t know if she could make it. Her seatmate, a woman she didn’t know, wrinkled her nose and gave her a look that said I smell what you did. Marlene blushed and turned her face towards the window to hide it. She flexed her buttocks and prayed that this plane trip would soon be over. By the time the seatbelt sign came back on for their descent, Amber was potty-dancing in her seat and attracting stares from fellow travelers. She had her hands in her lap, and Mark subtly moved to shield her from view of the other passengers. He wondered whether she could even make it off the plane: it had been a year since the last time she fully lost control. They’d been at a wine-tasting event, and midway through the last batch of wines, which Amber had insisted on not spitting out, she’d scissored her legs, bent her knees, and a waterfall had poured out from under her legs. She was wearing a dress, but that hardly mattered, as everyone could see the stream of her urine splattering on the concrete. He’d had to take her home under the pretext that she was overly drunk, although in reality she was merely tipsy and had waited too long. Amber had been mortified and refused to speak the whole way home, although when they’d gotten inside the door, she’d kissed him and he’d rubbed her wet panties and things had progressed to the bedroom at a rapid pace. Mark didn’t really understand this aspect of her: she seemed embarrassed, but also somehow turned on by the embarrassment; and yet, he thought, this time, there would be no way to bury her feelings in orgasms, should it happen. Marlene was clenching with all her might, biting her lip, and trying to keep her hands from straying to her bum. Not like holding her butt would actually help. She felt a trickle of sweat slide down her neck, and her armpits were already damp. Jazzy, meanwhile, was watching a video on her iPad and seemed to exist in a world apart from the others. In moments like these, Mark wondered which sister had truly chosen the most sensible strategy. Thankfully, they were seated near the front, so they could disembark among the first passengers. Amber strode with purpose up the jet bridge, then grabbed Mark’s hands and steered him towards a corner with a potted plant. “I’m going to pee, cover me,” she whispered, then ducked behind the over-sized plant and squatted down. She’d barely gotten into position when her bladder gave way, and with a subtle hiss, she began peeing. The urine flooded through her panties, some trickling down her inner thighs, but once she’d gotten in the right position, butt angled just right (and slightly sticking out from behind the plant, Mark noted), most of it fell down onto the floor. She was wearing a flowery dress, as usual, and only a little bit of it got damp. Amber tried to clamp off the flow when she’d emptied one-third of her bladder, as she often did, but she was so desperate she couldn’t get it under control until at least half of it was in her panties or on the floor. Satisfied, she brought a paper napkin out of her purse, dried off her legs, then fished out her “bum and crotch” spray and gave herself a liberal puff of perfume. That done, she walked over to a water fountain and washed her hands. Mark noted that there was a wet spot on the floor behind the plant, about the size of two dinner plates put together. “Phew,” said Amber. “Let’s get going.” Marlene couldn’t just go behind a plant. She walked gingerly next to her family, feeling like every step might shake lose something that better stay bottled up. She was sweating profusely, and her sister Jazzy shot her a concerned look. “Do you need to pee, sis?” Jazzy whispered. “No,” she said, truthfully, wondering if she could confess what was really going on. Their layover was scheduled to be quite short, so they walked over to the other side of the terminal where the gate for their departing flight was. Upon arriving, they found an information screen yelling at them: their flight was delayed one hour due to technical difficulties. Marlene sat down on a chair, and she could feel something touch cotton as she sat down. It was as if the resistance of the seat was the only thing keeping her from soiling herself. Jasmine stood nearby, and Amber noted the far-off look in her eye. Then she noticed something else: her miniskirt was barely enough to cover a dry diaper. Now, an offending piece of white padding was sagging underneath the hem of her skirt. Amber walked over to her sister and tugged her skirt and shirt down. “Hey, what are you doing?” Jazzy asked. “Your underwear is poking out, dear,” the older sister said. “Oh. Thanks, Amber,” she said, and seated herself next to Marlene. Mark used this opportunity to go to the restroom himself. He’d noticed the middle sister squirming, and although Marlene rarely had accidents, thanks to her extensive training, he was starting to get worried. He’d only had to deal with it once, and she’d been devastated. He couldn’t help his fiancee or her sisters if he was desperate to piss himself, though, he reflected by the urinal. Amber carefully placed a couple of paper napkins on the seat, then sat down. Her bum was wet, her crotch was soaking, and her sex was burning with a strange desire, but she couldn’t just stick a hand down her panties and get off. Instead, she put her arms around Mark’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips, wary of the strangers around them and, not least, her sisters. Jazzy gave them a cheeky thumbs up, while Marlene had her eyes closed with an intense look on her face. An hour passed, in which Amber’s bladder refilled, Jazzy played with her phone without a care in the world, and Marlene held on, somehow, although the strain in her lower area left her hurting. Then, finally, they were ready to board. Marlene rose, but she felt something begin to slip out and quickly sat down again, burrowing her butt down into the seat. “Jazzy, sweets, I’m feeling a little dizzy. Would you please help me stand?” she whispered. Her sister, quite oblivious, took her by the hand and supported her as she stood up. There was definitely already a skidmark in her panties, and her jeans felt tight in all the wrong places. Why did she try to dress sexy today, of all days? The only good thing about having the fabric strain against her ass was that when she inevitably lost control, it would stay contained. Amber was quite squirmy again, and, having sat down for an hour, the shock of standing up was too much: a little trickle escaped through her panties. It pitter-patttered on the floor, but no one seemed to notice, except for a teenage boy standing with his mother whose mouth fell open at the seat. What, you’ve never seen a grown woman pee herself before? Amber wanted to yell, but didn’t. Jazzy adjusted her skirt again to cover her puffy underwear, which she’d by now wet twice, and they all lined up to present their boarding passes. Amber seated herself next to Marlene, who by this point looked about to cry. “What’s wrong, sis?” she whispered. “Do you need to pee?” Marlene bit her lip. “Not… pee,” she managed, her voice cracking. “Oh. Oooh,” Amber said. “I’m so sorry. Just hold on, you’ll make it. You always make it. Unlike… me,” she said. She needed to pee, but she tried to avoid squirming too much so as not to aggravate her sister’s condition. Up into the air they went, and as they achieved liftoff, Marlene felt something start to slip out, and she furiously scooted forwards in her seat and grabbed her bum, oblivious to anyone who might be watching. She hadn’t needed to go this bad in forever, and to make matters worse, now she needed to pee, too. Her bladder was a boulder, sloshing around with every jostle of the plane. Usually, this was not a problem; she’d only had one accident since, what, since before Mark? It had been a careless slip-up, a forgotten morning pee spelling her doom in the evening, but apart from that, she’d made it for years. Now, however, her attention was divided between her bladder and her bowels, and as a particularly gnarly bowel spasm hit her, she leaned forward and momentarily took her mind off her bladder, sending a small leak into her panties. She looked down in despair, but the crotch of her blue jeans was still dry. Relieved, she leaned back and redoubled her efforts to hold it. Mark was seated next to Jazzy, who seemed impatient and unable to sit still. “What’s the matter, Jazzy?” He asked. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m just tired of sitting still.” Mark looked over and noted a damp spot on the seat beside Jazzy’s thigh. “Jazzy, you’re leaking,” he whispered. “Oh, dear,” she said, putting a hand to the damp seat. “Try and sit still.” “I’ll try,” she said. “Put on another movie on your iPad,” he suggested. “Okay,” she said, plugging in her earphones. As she moved about, Mark could see the white padding underneath her miniskirt. He quickly averted his eyes, searching for his wife-to-be. She was seated across the aisle, holding her sister’s hand. Marlene seemed to have it bad; she was squirming, holding herself, biting her lip, squeezing her sister’s hand, and her lips were moving subconsciously in what Mark could only assume was prayer. Thankfully, their trip consisted of two short, connected flights. Aside from the one-hour delay, they were on schedule, and soon enough, the seat belt sign was on again and they were descending. Marlene felt a tear trickle out, and she couldn’t help but release a little gas. Why, oh, why didn’t she go number two before she set out? She was usually so careful. Now, she was on the verge of a disastrous accident. Her sister was clenching her hand tight, but that was hardly more than a modicum of moral support. As the wheels hit the tarmac, she was bounced slightly off her seat, and when her butt hit the seat, she felt it squish down onto something small and nasty. She sniffed the air, but couldn’t smell anything yet. Nevertheless, she’d officially begun having an accident. A little trickle of urine also came out, and to her horror, it left a little spot on her jeans. Once again, they’d seated themselves near the front, and this time, it was Marlene who took the lead. Amber followed, a small oval the size of a peach in her seat from the landing. She’d only half released during the layover, and now she was as full as she’d been then. She could barely keep her hands from straying underneath the hem of her dress, but she had to be proper. A real lady. She was a grown woman, and though she might pee her pants, she couldn’t do it here. Mark indiscreetly grabbed the hem of his sister-in-law’s all too short miniskirt and tugged it down. Her underwear had been on full display, quite soggy and yellowed now. There was a small spot on the seat where she’d leaked. Now, all he had to do was get these ladies to their hotel, which might be another hour, and then they’d be home free. The return journey was a direct flight, so he wasn’t too worried about that. Marlene almost ran to the baggage claim, but then she had to wait for her suitcase to show up, and she ended up bobbing up and down, clenching with all her might. Her earlier leak now felt like someone’s poured a teaspoon or two of oatmeal down her pants, and the front of her panties were clammy, a little wet cameltoe tugging at her lower lips. She cursed inwardly as she scanned the belt for her suitcase. It appeared, and she quickly scooped it up and rolled it outside. But the others hadn’t been so quick, and now she had to wait, her legs crossed, her bladder spasming, and her bowels feeling like they were about to wrench themselves inside out and dump their contents in her tight jeans-bottom. “I have to tie my shoes,” Amber said as they reached the baggage belt. She reached down and pretended to tie her laces as she released a five-second spurt through her panties. It warmed her crotch and gave her butterflies, but she couldn’t afford to rub herself right then and there. Instead, she straightened up and discreetly smudged out the little puddle with her shoe. Then she sidled up to Jazzy and handed her a paper napkin without saying a word. Her youngest sister’s legs were glistening with leaks; she turned around, away from the crowd, and wiped down her legs. At least her underwear wasn’t sagging beneath the miniskirt this time, but that might be because Mark had tugged it so far down now the waistband was poking up between the skirt and her shirt. Mark picked up their luggage, and they made their way to find a bus to their hotel. Outside, Marlene was on her last leg. Her bladder was throbbing, her abdomen was on fire. Her bowels seemed to be pulsating, and just as the others appeared behind her, she was hit by a feeling like someone’d punched her in the stomach. Marlene’s knees buckled, her feet swung inwards, she doubled over, and then she began pooping herself. It was a long, solid log; she felt it touch the cotton of her panties, then balloon out into her panties, squishing against the resistance of her tight jeans, bulging on her butt. “Marlene, are you okay, sis?” Amber asked. Then the smell hit her, and she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, Marlene,” she said, putting a hand on her sister’s shoulder. Mark couldn’t help but look at his sister-in-law’s butt, the way it bulged out like she’d stuck a softball down her pants, the tight fabric slightly stained around the edges of the bulge. Then Marlene sank down into a squat, and the bulge expanded again, now more like a squished melon. Then the smell hit, and he knew everybody around would know. An elderly woman looked over at the young woman crouched over in a defecating position, noticed the smell and tssk-ed as she moved away from them. Marlene released a sob. Mark stepped up, put a hand under each of Marlene’s armpits, and pulled her upright. Then he pulled her into a hug. “Shh, it’s okay, it was only an accident. You held on so long, you were so brave.” Marlene cried into his shoulder, while Mark awkwardly patted her back. “Here, take my jacket and tie it around your waist,” he said. “It’s not that cold outside,” he lied. It was freezing and his arms were already developing goosebumps, his hair raising at the cold. “Wait,” Amber said, and gave her sister’s butt a squeeze of her bum perfume. “I think we’d better get a cab,” Mark said. Marlene walked bowlegged towards the cab stand, feeling the mess squish against her with every step. “No, no,” said Amber. “You can’t walk like that. It looks like you pooped yourself.” “She did,” Jazzy said. “Shh, Jazzy,” Amber said. “The important thing is to make everyone thing you didn’t. Here,” she said, demonstrating a confident, always catwalk-like swaying walk. “It’s gonna slip out of my panties and down my legs,” Marlene complained. “No, it won’t. Your pants are tighter than a virgin’s asshole,” Amber said. Mark stifled a giggle. Amber rarely brought out the vulgarities. “Besides, if it happens, it happens. You gotta walk with poise, let the world know your underwear is perfectly fine.” Marlene tried, with mixed success, to emulate her older sister’s confident swagger. They got into a cab, and once they were in a confined space, the smell of the mess combined with the perfume took on a pungent air. The cab driver wrinkled his nose, but was too polite to say anything. Marlene cringed as the mess squished against her bottom. Her bladder was still throbbing, and she placed her hands in her lap. Meanwhile, Amber was on the edge, also squirming. Jazzy sat in front, distracting the cab driver with small talk. As they got out of the cab, Mark noted a wet spot on the seat underneath Amber. Marlene felt another leak escape as she exited, but it was all hidden underneath Mark’s jacket. She was more concerned with the mess sliding around her panties, although, as Amber had so aptly put it, her pants were tight as a virgin’s bumhole and gave little room for her accident to move. “I think I’d better check us in,” Mark said. Amber pee-danced on the spot, Marlene grabbed herself, and Jazzy stood humming to herself off to the side as Mark got their room keys. Amber and Mark had one room, and Jazzy and Marlene shared another. Amber grabbed the key off Mark and hurried to the elevators. As the doors closed, she sank down into a crouch and let go. The pee splattered over the floor, and she turned around to look at herself peeing through her panties in the mirror on the back wall. She found a naughty smile on her face. Jazzy and Marlene took another elevator to their room. “I need to change,” Jazzy said. “I need to pee first,” Marlene countered. She abandoned her catwalk stride once they reached the corridor, waddling over to 303 and swiping the card. Then she rushed over to the bathroom, threw off Mark’s jacket, and waddled over to the toilet. She almost couldn’t bear to drop her pants, but her bladder was about to give in—how come she couldn’t even last ten hours today, when she normally managed sixteen without a sweat? It must be the double-threat of number one and number two that had her too nervous to focus on her training. She quickly undid her jeans, then carefully lowered her panties. Marlene couldn’t stand to look at the mound of filth piled up there, so she closed her eyes, sat down, and peed. It was blissful, the release, and for a moment she even forgot all that had happened earlier in the day. A wet thud from the other side of the door indicated that her younger sister had dropped her own sodden undergarments. Marlene would let her change, but first, she would dispose of her ruined panties, and then shower until the hot water ran out. Mark entered the room to find his wife-to-be completely undressed, her glorious breasts on display, wearing only a sodden pair of panties. There was a wide half-moon, half-dried from her earlier pee, and a glistening wet spot on top of that from her more recent accident. Her hand was inside the panties, her back was arced, and she stifled a moan when Mark opened the door. He walked over and took Amber in his arms, tugging down her wet panties, and slipped a finger inside her. The rest of the vacation was uneventful, at least as far as accidents were concerned. They went swimming and shopping and wining and dining. Marlene wore her flapper outfit and seemed to have put the embarrassing accident behind her. Jazzy was her usual, bubbly self, and Amber was like a mother hen herding her younger sisters around. But Mark couldn’t quite look at Amber and her sisters in the same way ever again. The good thing was, his handling of the situation had apparently gotten him the go-ahead—which he’d taken for granted—to marry Amber. As he lay down in bed and wrapped his arms around her on the last night, he wondered if, misfortune notwithstanding, it hadn’t all happened according to some cosmic plan.
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    [DLEE-351]学習塾盗撮 授業中に滴るおしっこお漏らし4 / School girl leaking vol.4 Schoolgirls can't go to toilet during the break time, but they are shame to tell the teachers "want to go to toilet". Holding their pee, they become increasingly deperate and hope the class can be over quickly. On the contrary, however, with a sound of "sha--------", they wet themselves! It seems a long time since I uploaded videos last time. In this period I concerntrate more on my study and the network between my home and OmoOrg is not very good, especially when I upload files. Anyway, thank @sesameopen for recommending this video. Since I happen to have this video, I upload it. =========================== Productcode: DLEE-351 Downloadable: 2019/12/25 Shipping: 2020/01/08 Time: 156 Bitrate: 4000 kbps Studios: EVO 【JADE独占】※本編に顔モザイクはかかっておりません。 「休み時間のうちにおトイレ済ませておきなさい。」と小学生でもできることをできていない女子生徒がいる。授業中おしっこへ行きたくなっても恥ずかしくて言い出せず、太ももをぎゅっと締め体をよじらせながら必死に堪えるのであった。しかし、ふるふる震えだす足の隙間から一筋のおちびり雫が…。ヤバイと思い、手をあげようとした時には大量のおしっこが「ボタボタ…ザバーーー!!」教室の床は大惨事。突然のことで思考がついていけない子や、友達に丁寧に介抱される子など。羞恥とパニックにおちいった情けない姿の女子生徒達をたっぷりお楽しみください!

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    Im so full. The upper half of my body feels as if it is floating, perched precariously on the tight, wobbling water balloon that is my bladder. My bladder. My poor over filled, swelling bladder. I caress it gently, at first, as I slide my hand under the buttoned, high-waist of my jeans. Cautiously, applying more and more pressure as I poke and palpate the firm ball between my hip bones. I stop. Cradling my lower abdomen. Feeling the pull on my clit, g spot, and bladder with each twitch of my kegel muscles straining to keep my urethra closed. Feeling the burning pressure just below and behind my clit almost all the way up to my navel. It’s been at least 10 hours since my last pee. I honesty can’t remember the last time I went. Before I had to go out yesterday evening at 5:45pm, and now it’s 2:40am. I’ve had a whiskey and coke, a beer, and 3 glasses of wine since I got home. I’m still sipping wine, watching Netflix, holding on. Another light press on my bladder reveals that the bloated organ has grown larger, and firmer. Distending my belly out even farther. I pour a large glass of water for myself. “TORTURE” immediately pops into my head in bright bold letters. I take a few large gulps and grimace as the cool liquid hits my insides. I sit back down and cross my legs. I resume my Netflix. I sip, and watch, and squirm, and edge as hold back the oceans worth of fluid in my bulging, aching bladder. I want to fill more and more and more. I want to hold on until I burst an uncontrollable spray piss.
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    Hey guys sorry for not posting in a while, been super busy. The following accounts involve my current girlfriend, Christy. Christy is in her early thirties (she’s 5 years older than me), is 5’1, 105 lbs, with blonde hair, tan-ish skin, and 32c cup size. She has an athletic, skinny figure so her tits seem big for her small frame lol. She is beautiful and I often wonder how I even got her. We have been dating for 3 years and there have been several pee related experiences thus far. When we first started dating, we would go out with friends to the bars and clubs in our downtown area. Christy is the type of woman that sticks to beer and wine on nights out, and boy can she drink a lot of beer haha. I didn’t really notice early on, but she hardly ever seemed to leave our group to go to the restroom. In all honesty I prob went 2-3 times more often than she did, but I always end up breaking the seal early on. On one particular night out, Christy was wearing a tight black top with tight white jeans and a stylish black jacket (think Michael kors?) We went to about 3 bars on this one street in a 2 hour span. Christy relieved herself within the first 30 min but the next two bars we went to had dirty bathrooms so presumably that’s why she didn’t go. We ended up at a popular night club and had a great time dancing and hanging with our group of friends. We stayed at this club for about an hour, then Christy and I decided to head home. Once we were outside and to ourselves, I pulled out my phone to call an Uber. Before I could open the app, Christy looks up at me with slight puppy dog eyes and in a sarcastically childish voice said, “I gotta go potty”. She was sort of doubled over when she said that, which instantly got my attention. We were right across the street from this large public park, and I suggested she could go pee in there (it was late and super dark outside so perfect cover). I had to go too, so we both walked next to a tree and concrete art structure thing. I was in the process of checking to see if the coast was clear, but Christy was already sitting over the steps of the concrete structure. She was holding up herself with her hands on the step behind her, and peeing an absolute firehose of pee into the ground beneath her. For such a tiny woman, she really could release powerfully. I could only stare in amazement at the sheer power and volume and was surprised that she did not get any splash back pee on her from the ground. I finished my business and we got the Uber back home. Over time we got more comfortable around one another and would occasionally delve into conversations involving pee. I would joke with her about how she must have a huge bladder because I’m always the one rushing off to the bathroom. She claims that she doesn’t have that big of a bladder (lies), but she did mention some stories from college. She went to a big state school, so tailgating and going to football games was a big thing to do there. She would say that they would drink so much beer at these tailgates that you would have to get used to holding it for a little bit (portopotties were usually pretty crowded). She also would talk about how her two roommates would sometimes wet the bed because they drank so much alcohol the night prior (apparently this was common for many college girls who partied a lot), and she would proudly proclaim that she never wet her bed in college. Another story she told me involved her and her best friend playing Edward 40-hands. For those who don’t know, Edward 40-hands is a drinking game where you tape each of your hands to a 40 oz beer or malt liquor, and the object of this game was to see who could drink two 40s the fastest. Since your hands are taped to the bottles, you can’t unzip your pants to use the restroom, so this game often leads to desperate scenarios. Christy and her friend Megan played Edward 40-hands one night when they were about 25 yrs old. After trying to finish this massive amount of liquid for about an hour, Megan really needed to pee so Christy used her teeth to unzip and pull down Megan’s jeans and panties so she could avoid wetting herself. Christy was telling me this because of how funny it was, but secretly it was turning me on. I asked her if she was able to finish hers before needing to pee and she said she did, which is more evidence that Christy has a very strong bladder. Christy and I love to swim in the pool, ocean, etc. She looks stunning in a two piece bikini, and on several occasions we will be floating in the ocean and she will announce not to come near her because she is peeing. I love the fact that she is so open about stuff like that and she tends to find it humorous. She has no qualms about peeing outside or in the water, so I can tell she grew up spending a lot of time outdoors. One day me and her family decided to go out on the boat and do some water skiing and tubing down a river. We spend a good two hours or so on the water and most of us are drinking red wine and beer. It’s a beautiful day, everyone’s feeling good, but I have to pee. I had been going in the water when we were anchored for a period of time, but it had been an hour and the alcohol was catching up with me. We returned to the dock and began getting the boat on the trailer. There was a public restroom at this boat landing that was usually open, but Christy and I found it closed. I had to go pretty bad but figured I could hold it for the 7 minute drive back to our house. Christy even mentioned for once that she has to pee but said she can hold it. Her demeanor was just as cheery and carefree as always, but I knew she had to be holding in an ocean. As we were walking back to the car, she even pointed at her belly and said “haha look, you can really see how full my bladder is”. Her tight jeans shorts had the top button undone and you could really see her bladder bulge. She had no trouble holding it back to the house, and when she went into the restroom, I waited outside and she peed like a racehorse for the better part of a minute before slowing down slightly. After a minute of pissing, she shouted out to me while laughing,”omg I’m peeing so much! It never stops!” I was hard as a rock listening to all this, so the sex after was amazing. Christy Is a wonderful woman and we are deeply committed to each other which makes me feel great. I love her openness and I’m going to keep trying to push towards telling her about my fetish. I do wonder if her being in her early thirties has anything to do with how could her holding abilities are. She has experience with drinking beer and wine and not breaking the seal, and I’ve never seen her truly desperate (even tho she pees an absurd amount given her tiny frame). What do y’all think? I will continue telling some experiences with her when I get time.
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    There are public wetting videos, then there are PUBLIC WETTING videos. This is one of the latter; a giant flood unleashed by Sosha, visibly and clearly soaking her pants as people pass by with no way to hide what happened. We join Sosha in this video as they walk along a public boardwalk by the bay. Sosha isn’t the only one out for a walk in the gorgeous weather, plenty of others are out and about as well. This wouldn’t be a big deal, except that Sosha desperately needs to pee and there is no where around where she can relieve herself. She briefly considers the pros and cons of just wetting her pants, but afraid of being embarrassed, she decides to try to hold it. Eventually, as the pressure builds in Sosha’s bladder, she changes her mind. Her desire for relief eventually overcomes her fear of humiliation. Standing along the boardwalk, with no way to hide herself, she lets go, completely and visibly flooding her pants. After soaking herself, she runs away towards privacy, but her pants still clearly wet.
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    I was talking to my wife tonight, when she stated "I really need to pee". I replied "Would you wet yourself if I grabbed you and started to tickle?" Without answering, she quickly jumped up from the couch and headed for the bathroom. About halfway down the hall I heard, "Oh, shit" and then "Damn it, I didn't make it". I found her sitting on the toilet, still in her pants.
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    Sam hurried into the locker room, her blonde bob bouncing as she carried a mess of clipboards and towels in her arms. Her job as a trainer for a women's soccer team was always busy, especially right after a match. They had just won an important cup fixture that meant they would be moving on to the quarter finals, and the players were making their way back to the locker room. Even though the game was over, Sam was still in work mode. She still had to check in with the rest of the staff, make sure all the equipment got put back in the right place, and check up on the players for any minor injuries. It was a hectic job at times, but there was no doubt Sam enjoyed it. She had worked hard to get to this spot. Plus, being surrounded by fit, attractive women running around in soccer shorts all day was definitely an added perk. Not that she didnt keep it professional. She took her job seriously after all. But what she fantasized about ince she got home was her own business. Just as she finally found a place to put down all the equipment, Sam began doing the rounds to check in on all the players. Fortunately, everyone seemed to be good, especially with everyone's spirits bolstered after the win. What soon caught her eye though was Mia, the team's star striker walking back to her locker a little bit gingerly. It was probably nothing, but since no one else seemed to have any problems, Sam figured it wouldn't hurt. Not to mention that Mia was not only the best player and team captain, but easily the most gorgeous as well. Everything about her was perfect, from her long, toned legs to her sleek black hair tied back in a ponytail. Sam couldnt help but feel like a drooling, anxious mess around that girl. "Hey, are you alright Mia?" Now that they were next to each other it made it obvious how tall Mia really was. "Yeah, I'm fine," Mia replied, though her body language still felt tense. "Oh, it just looked like you had a slight limp. I thought you might be hurt or something" "Oh, uh ... I'm fine it's nothing, really." The tension in her voice was still there though. "Are you sure? Dont be afraid to admit you're hurt. Even if it's only a minor injury, we still need to make sure you get prop-" "Okay fine, Mia, look, I'm not hurt I just . . . I drank like a hundred gallons of water during the game and it's about to end up all over this fucking floor if you dont let me go like right now." Mia dashed off, nearly knocking Sam off balance and leaving her with a surprised expression on her face. -- Once the postgame rush had died down a bit, Sam was organizing some equipment when Mia approached her again. She had already changed into her street clothes, but her jeans and T-shirt still gave her a sexy casual look that sent a shiver down Sam's spine. "Hey Sam, sorry about earlier. I was a little brash and I ... think I almost knocked you over" "Oh, dont worry about it," Sam laughed. God, the fact that Mia was apologizing so sweetly really turned her on for some reason. "I'd be the same way if someone got in the way of my emergency toilet break." She was definitely able to relate. Sam had her fair share of being stuck on the sideline during a game with thousands of fans watching her try not to squirm as she struggled to contain her full bladder. Well, they were all focused on the game and not her, but at least that's what it felt like sometimes. "Well I'm glad you understand," Mia laughed. "It actually happens a lot with the ridiculous amount we have to hydrate." Now that she thought about it, it wasnt uncommon for Sam to see a few girls make a beeline for the toilets right at halftime or the end of a game. Sometimes she was one of them. "Anyways," Mia continued, putting her hand on Mia's shoulder, "I appreciate you were just trying to help. You've always done a really good job for the team, and your job is just as important as any of the players here." The touch and high praise of the team's best player was a little too much for Sam to handle. "I, uh ... thanks" she managed to stammer. "Anyways, I'll see you in practice this week" Mia said, and was off. Sam's own bladder started to make itself known now that she had a second alone. She hadn't gone since before the game, but she had been so busy she hadn't noticed her bladder filling up. She thought about peeing before she packed up and left, but something compelled her to hold it until she got home. -- Will continue with part 2 if theres enough interest!
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    To paste all that I just said on Twitter: Damn, I just did some experimenting that was pretty neat. I got a bad end on a choose-your-own-adventure style type of omo tease. It resulted in my theoretical "character" being tied up and left alone to fill, and eventually explode, i.e the bad end forces a wetting. So I was like fuck it, I need to piss badly, I got the bad end, lets have fun with it. So I got on the floor, and laid on my side and put my hands behind my back and legs together, as if I was tied up. And I let it loose, pissing my pajamas. I even thrashed around a bunch to add a bit of realism and whatnot. I don't do laydown pees often but man, it got everywhere. Stuff happened I'd never imagined. Pajama pants, tank top, everything soaked. At one point I even had my hips raised, and my hand had hooked the back of the pants open and a current managed to run from the source, down across my torso (you know, how liquid tends to form tendrils that trail down things like currents), and hit me in the shoulder/armpit area. That's insane how a simple hip raise while horizontal can turn peeing your pants into somehow peeing on your SHOULDER. That's crazy. Love experiencing new things like that. Fluid is weird. I almost had to stop to be fascinated for just a minute. I need more new and unboring ways of omoing, I loved every minute of the last few hours.
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    View File 2 Girls piss their pajama pants Two girls piss their pajam pants. I think the one on the right is Super Suzy. I guess this could be her first time wetting. Submitter Super awesome Submitted 02/28/2020 Category Female  
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    Kimberly and I were 19 during the several months we dated and still remain friends. She is about 5’4, with bright red hair and fair skin. She was a gymnast growing up so her legs are very toned, and had a relatively thin waist. For a redhead, her ass was really nice, shapely but still round and firm. She didn’t wear too much make-up as she was naturally and classically pretty. She came from a fairly strict religious upbringing and was very proper and ladylike. I used to joke with her that she was way more mature than her age which was true. She had a certain dignity about her that made it difficult to imagine her not being completely in control of any given situation, and she had a sort of innocence about her that was intriguing. Early on in our relationship I accompanied her to church which I began to enjoy, especially because she was often eager to leave immediately after the service to relieve herself. Despite dressing in proper Sunday attire dresses, her shapely ass could not be hidden. Walking behind her up the stairs to leave the church was quite a sight when she had to pee because of how she would walk with her legs swinging one in front of the other while keeping them close together, which really protruded her behind and accentuated her curves. One weekend we decided to ride atvs in a wooded area behind a park. A couple friends joined us and one of them brought a bunch of supplies like water, snacks, and toilet paper in case someone needed to utilize a tree. We thanked him, but Kim turned to me a moment later and said “ha there’s no way I’m peeing out here”. ”why not? We’ll probably be out here for several hours anyway” I queried. ”I just can’t imagine squatting somewhere out here, im only going if it’s in a toilet haha“. I knew that there weren’t any bathrooms in this area and told her that but she just blew it off and said she will be fine and can wait. We proceeded to spend the next 3-4 hours going all through this huge area of forest having a good ole time, and no mention of needing to pee came up. After loading up my friends trailer and saying our goodbyes, Kim and I headed to the car to begin the 30 min drive back to the dorm. I knew it had been at least 7 hours since the last time she peed, and since I had went behind a tree earlier, I asked her if she wanted to stop somewhere on the way back. She declined and said she tries to avoid public toilets if she knows she will be home soon. I ask her why and she explains that back in kindergarten she had a bad experience where a boy tried to scare her while she was in the bathroom and it made her scared to go back there again. I sympathized with her plight because I too used to be nervous about using school toilets at a young age. She proceeded to explain that pretty much all through elementary, middle, and high school she would refrain from using public toilets partly because of fear but also out of habit. Being the interested listener and boyfriend at the time, I inquired about how she could possibly hold it all day every day. She said some days were a struggle especially at the end of school when she would wait for her mom to pick her up, but she always managed to make it home before ripping down her panties and flooding her toilet. Then one day in her junior year of high school she told me that she had joined a sport team since all her friends were doing it. Prior to this, she would successfully hold her pee by not drinking a whole lot of fluids and this seemed to keep her urges at bay. But on the first day of practice she had been advised by her coaches to drink a lot of fluids throughout classes since it was going to be hot outside. Since she wasn’t used to being hydrated or bending to her urges, she struggled to contain herself from 3rd period all the way to the end of school. During her last class she tried to ask the teacher for permission to use the bathroom but since there were only 30 min left he refused. She told me this was the longest half hour ever and she was having to come to terms with either leaving the class without permission or pissing her athletic skort. She managed to hold on, and I suspect that her need to maintain her level of dignity and complete control of the situation kept her from leaking. She has always been the type to suffer in silence and not show many outward signs of desperation even if she is literally on the verge of losing it. Once class was dismissed, she told me she shuffled out of class with an awkward gait and misty eyes and beelined for the restroom. Unfortunately this was a large public school so students flooded the hall and the bathroom inside the school was apparently a longer walk than just going to the locker room for her practice. She rushed to the locker room and in a sudden panic to remove her skort from getting soaked, she ran into one of the showers while no one was in there and released her hot pent up pee. She told me that ever since that scare, she started using public bathrooms if she was having an emergency and if the bathroom was decently clean. I was surprised that Kim admitted this all to me but was glad that she did. It helped me relate to her more on a personal level since I had similar experiences in school, and it explained why she is opposed to doing her business outside. Several weeks later, her sorority had an event where everyone in that sorority and their dates went to an NFL game (to maintain anonymity I won’t say which team or which stadium). And I was obviously invited to go. We would take a bus to the game and it would be a little over an hour, then after the game catch the same bus home. On this day Kim was wearing a white long sleeve fleece-y top, and medium dark blue jeans with white adidas sneakers. Her jeans were high-waisted and of course tight enough to see her slim waist and naughty behind. For coming from a very conservative background, she likes to dress provocative from time to time The ride up was uneventful, there was a little pre-drinking but recently at an event one of the girls In that sorority got too drunk and made an ass out of herself so they had to be on their best behavior. I noticed there was no toilet on board, but no one seemed to need it on the ride up since it was only about an hour. Once at the game we had a great time and made frequent beer runs and a couple bathroom breaks. Kim always claimed to have a small bladder but I might disagree lol. Her and I consumed like 6 pints of beers each across the entire duration of the game, giving us a decent buzz. When the game ended, everyone in our party walked towards the pre-arranged meeting spot to get on the bus back home. Her and I had gone to the bathroom at the beginning of the 4th quarter but remained seated after that. Those of you who are familiar with American football know that often times the 4th quarter lasts longer than the other quarters because coaches call timeouts, 2 minute warning rule, etc. I have an above average sized bladder and felt like I would be fine for the ride home without stopping into the bathroom. Kim didn’t suggest stopping either, and I guess it slipped our minds as we made our way to the gate. Once outside, the bus picked us up and we got on our way. The atmosphere with our party was much more lively than on the way up and everyone was in good spirits. Kim sat by the window and I sat next to her. She seemed to be in a good mood but was not as excitable as the others on the bus. Around 30 min in, Kim is sitting quietly and staring intently out the window. She had an upright proper posture (as she always had) and seemed really deep in thought. Kim: how much longer do we have? Me: like 30 min why? Kim: (in a hushed voice) I really have to pee, and I’m not trying to use the toilet on this bus Me: what toilet? I didn’t see one in here Her eyes widened when I said this and she looks incredulous. Kim: what do you mean? We were told that there would be a working toilet on this bus! Ohh I have to go so bad I reassured her and told her we are almost there and will only be a short walk from the bus stop to the dorm. I grappled with my conflicting feelings of feeling bad for her and being turned on by the whole situation. She continued to maintain her poise in the face of potential embarrassment and minimized the outward body language signals that show someone is desperate. She sat with her legs pressed tightly together but with the same good posture. As minutes ticked by I noticed that her hands were balled up in fists laying on top of each thigh. Her knuckles were white from the internal struggle she was having and her face was in a serious but neutral expression. Her eyes were glossy looking (possibly from holding back tears) and I asked if she was ok. Through clenched teeth she said that it’s getting almost unbearable and this was the worst she’s ever had to pee in her life. I remembered I had a nearly empty Pringle’s can and asked if she wanted to pee in it. She shot me a look of disgust that I would ask her such a question but at the same time I could tell she was weighing her options. As the bus pulled onto campus, she was slightly standing and raising her ass off the seat in anticipation of getting off quickly. We were near the back so we had to wait for 30 people to get up and start filing out into the aisle. She was still trying to maintain her appearance of having the situation under her complete control, but since we were behind everyone where they couldn’t see, she buckled down at the waist and hung her head in exasperation for having to wait these few extra moments. When we finally started coming down the aisle to leave the bus, I heard a soft gasp from behind me and saw Kim full on holding her crotch with one hand while bent over and covering her face with the other hand. She suddenly got very panicky and was nearly pushing me into the people walking in front of us. When we finally exited into the street Kim stumbled to a bush and looking at me helplessly, crouched down and started hissing into her high waist jeans. I’m standing 4 feet away to the side and can hear the roar of her pee thrashing into the denim fabric as she has her face in her hands softly crying. After 30-35 seconds the hiss became subsided a little bit and 20 seconds later she was done. I consoled her and gave her my jacket to wrap around her waist (her deciding to squat low like that prevented there being a massive wet spot all down her jeans). To make her feel better I told her a story where i pissed myself right after coming back from a night out and I managed to get her to laugh so all was well by the end of it. This is a very fond memory because of how in control and proper she always seemed to be and how she fought until the very end to keep up appearances. This also made me think that she didn’t have to go THAT bad even though she was at the end of her tether. Most people with her level of desperation would have probably peed in the Pringle’s can or asked the bus driver to pull over. Her experience with holding all day in school no doubt reinforced her belief that she would never wet herself uncontrollably especially in public. Luckily for her no one except me saw the accident, and we would end up laughing about it later on in our relationship.
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    Bathrooms are so Peeing your pants is so much more fun Follow my Insta fuzzypeechie for more ✌
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    Rexone’s Art

    Trying to get back to the world of holding! Aletta Jayne is in trouble! Her husband installed a toilet security system to ensure that she sticks to her training schedule. Even the slightest of leaks bring in most difficult punishments...
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    A toilet near-miss

    I tried to make it to the toilet on time. Honestly, I definitely tried! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e6f748f38ac0
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    who's this girl?

    who is this girl? does it come from a pay site? 720P_4000K_240877011.mp4
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    I drank 2 cans of Pepsi and an energy drink, and slowly got kind of desperate. I was feeling nice and tight, about at a 7 or so. I was wearing a pull-up so I could have leaked a but if I wanted to. I didn't, and held on for a while. I wanted to get tummy tingling, throbbing desperate, so I drank about 20 oz or so more. Then it was bedtime. I got into my pajamas, black leggings and a black tank top, and crawled into bed just in time to get squirmy. It was then that I decided to leak some. Lying in bed. That's what makes me feel hot and naughty. Little tickling spurts running down across my bottom. The warm and wet patch slowly growing warmer and wetter. The little soggy bulge growing bigger and bigger against my body. Soon I was even more desperate and dribbling more because it felt so good. I kept pressing my legs together, pushing my hands against the front of my squishy pull-up, moaning and whimpering in anticipation, in delight. I had to keep squeezing my muscles so I wouldn't gush out. It was getting harder to hold back the steady little flow, so I keep squeezing harder and harder. Being desperate, being in bed while desperate, feeling my tummy go crazy with all the sensations, wetting my pull-up in bed... All of it was making me so sexually aroused, and squeezing my muscles only made me even nearer to climaxing. It was getting closer and closer. I was squeezing harder and harder. My piss was coming out faster and faster. Soon I couldn't control it any longer. The dam burst and my muscles twitched and throbbed. I was uncontrollably pissing and coming at the same time. The moaning turned to sounds of pleasure and relief. Being in bed with an overflowing bladder and overflowing pull-up only made it so much hotter and naughtier. My leggings quickly got wet as my piss spilled out the top and sides of my pull-up. It felt so good to have a wet, hands free orgasm, that I almost forgot to try and stop peeing. My tummy was still twitching as I headed for the bathroom to change into a dry pull-up. I didn't want to lose any more pee. I still had a lot left. I stood there in the bathroom in front of the toilet, soggy pull-up, wet bottoms, doing the potty dance and trying to hold it. I almost wet myself some more, as I started taking down my tight leggings. There were a few spattering sounds as dribbles of pee hit the tile. A few little streamlets ran down my legs. I was holding on so tightly, but more escaped. In a matter of a few seconds of struggling with trying to take down my pants the little dribbling became a full on hissing rushing pee, drowning my socks and making a splashing puddle on the bathroom floor. I gave in and sat on the toilet so the puddle wouldn't become a huge lake. I managed to stop the flow and continued to sit there while mopping up my pissy mess with the rest of the toilet paper left on the roll. After cleaning myself up I put on my dry pull-up and wet leggings, threw my poor soaked socks in the laundry basket and laid back in bed. I still had to pee, but it was a nice tingly 6. I could have tried to sleep while being somewhat desperate, but I know it feels too good. I'll eventually have to wet this new pull-up and go to sleep empty and satisfied.
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    Watch Sosha intentionally pee in her pants in a beautiful scenic location in this cute and playful video. In this scene we find Sosha on a small beach, in a rocky cove, along the coast. She is wearing jeans and a black, long sleeved, top. Talking to the camera, she explains how she was traveling along the coast when she stumbled upon this gorgeous setting. Relishing the natural beauty of the scenic cove, she tells us she couldn’t just stop at such a beautiful location and not film a pee video. After explaining why she decided to wet her pants at this location, she proceeds to pee in her jeans. Standing on the beach, in full view of anyone who might happen to pass by, she fully wets herself. After she finishes peeing, she seems almost giddy with joy, feeling the warmth in her jeans as she spins around on the beach. Finally, she says goodbye, and the video comes to an end.
  45. 11 points

    Runners wetting

    Sorry, but with all due respect, I don't understand the current trend on these forums to label everyone who happen to wet themselves and not be terribly embarrassed about it "definitely/probably into omo". Some people who have a pee fetish would be mortified to have a public accident, others would be nonchalant about it. Likewise, some people without a fetish would be humiliated if they had a public accidents, others wouldn't care nearly as much. I definitely have a fetish, but I'd be incredibly shameful and embarrassed if I lost control and wet my pants in public. Peeing pants seems to just be a part of the sport for a lot of runners, at least for female ones, the same way equestrians just have to deal with being thrown from the horse from time to time. You'll probably end up not making a big deal out of it if it happens to you often and you're surrounded by other people who also do it.
  46. 10 points

    Wetting tight shorts

    Had these old gray and white shorts laying around, so why not this vido.mp4 Sorry if you can't see much, i was really desperate this time and wasn't able to set up the best camera angle before i started leaking ^^;
  47. 10 points
    Olivia is humiliated after she gets caught masturbating, so Alisha pees in her pants to make everything better in this crazy video. Believing she has some time to herself, Olivia engages in a bit of self-love, pleasuring herself on the sofa. Her happy time is unexpectedly interrupted when Alisha walks in the door, home early from work, and catches Olivia in the act. Shocked and humiliated, Olivia tries to cover herself while demanding privacy. Feeling bad for walking in on Olivia, Alisha wants make things better. She offers to help out, but Olivia feels that this is crossing a line in their friendship. When Alisha offers to do absolutely anything for her, Olivia has to consider this. There is one thing that Alisha could do to help- Pee in her pants while Olivia watches. Alisha happily agrees to fulfill this fantasy. As Olivia watches, rubbing herself, Alisha intentionally wets her pants. After she is done peeing, she goes down on Olivia, quickly bringing her to climax.
  48. 10 points

    Biku's art

    When Biku uploads art
  49. 10 points

    Best night of my life

    Hi all omo people, First som background info: A couple of years ago I told my girlfriend about my kink. She wasn't scared or weirded out by me, which was my worst case fear when I told her. But she said that she would not take any part in it. Over the years we have talked more and more about it, and what exactly turnes me on, this have opened her more up to the thought of peeing herself. She likes to be dominated, and we have talked about combining those. Fast forward to yesterday evening, we where a bit tipsy and playing counter strike. Somehow we agreed that there should be something the line for the best of us at the end of the last match. We decided that the winner could chose the foreplay in bed later. She chose that I should tie her up and spank her. Half joking i chose that she should pee her panties, the look she gave me was not laughing, it more looked like she was considering it. Her reply was "well, then you'll have to focus on winning" - And that I did. When we got to bed, I asked her again if she wanted to do this, if not I wouldn't mention it for the rest of the evening. She wanted to give it a go, we could always stop if it got uncomfortable for her. At first she tried to pee standing in front of me, but she couldn't relax enough to get the flow going, so I suggested that she sat on the toilet with her panties on, that worked and soon enough I was watching my girlfriend pee her panties right in front of me - everything I have ever dreamt of. Needless to say the sex afterwards was amazing. The best part is that she actually thought it was okay, and that she got turned on be seeing how turned on I was about the situation, so she is onboard to try it again and do other scenarios. I hope you guys enjoyed my experience, sorry for my bad english i'm not used to write like this
  50. 10 points

    Request art from me!

    Another request for @Sonador! I had fun with it. :3 I wanna do the handcuffed in front of toilet scenario next, maybe with my tiger and mouse characters since it'd be fitting for them.
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