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  1. So today I had a rather embarrassing accident at work I work in an office building in a call center and have been one of the few people still going into the office since the whole covid pandemic started so there’s not many people around but still a few around. During the morning I did my usual routine of breakfast, coffee, and two bottles of waters. We had our weekly morning meeting that we had to be on camera with to show we were actually paying attention. When the meeting started I had a small need to pee but I wasn’t worried and thought at that time that I could make it once the meeting was over. Typically the meetings last around 20 mins however todays was much different. Todays lasted well over an hour as I was absent mindedly sipped my drinks my urge to pee really started to build. Knowing full well that I was on camera, I couldn’t really show that I had to pee or do much outside of crossing my legs but after a few mins that wasn’t really helping either . 30 mins in and I was really struggling and was starting to worry that I would end up wetting myself. Trying to think of a way to hold, I remembered I have a standing desk and hoped that standing would take some pressure off of my bladder. As I stood, initially it did help but I was wrong about how badly I had to pee, very wrong!! After another 15 mins of standing and crossing my legs, I felt it, they first leak of pee into my pants. I did everything I could to stop it and luckily I could but I knew I was in trouble now. Finally the meeting started to wrap up after another 5 mins of talking (honestly I hadn’t been paying attention what was being talked about ) and I felt another leak of pee. This time it was a lot harder to stop esp as I felt it start to flow down the back of my thighs . As this was happening, I started hearing others signing off and I quickly shut my camera off and jammed my hands in my crotch to try and stop the rest before completely peeing my pants. I luckily stopped what was left in my bladder and made a dash to the bathroom. Fortunately I didn’t see anyone and at that point I didn’t care….I had to pee. Making it to the bathroom, I tore my jeans down and finished peeing what was left in my bladder. With a sigh I looked at the damage of my pants and honestly I was shocked at how bad my jeans looked . Trying to think on what to do, I remembered that I had my gym bag with me and I had a pair of running shorts. I managed to avoid further embarrassment by not running into anyone from the bathroom back to my office. Closing the blinds, I was able to change out of my wet jeans and panties and changed into my shorts. hope you all enjoyed my little embarrassing accident and also I took a photo for you all to enjoy
    86 points
  2. My friend recorded her first experience with omorashi and wanted me to post it here because she doesnt speak english. Cant hold it.mp4 She wants to hear what you think and what suggestions you have for future videos. Pd: If you want custom content you can ask in my DMs or my discord (Kirito16#8386) Here is some proof that she had given me consent to post this!
    77 points
  3. Hi there, about an hour ago (depending on when I finish typing all this), I just had my first public wetting experience. Sorry if this is poorly written, I'm not a great writer . To preface before I get into the story, I'm not comfortable uploading pictures or anything as I'm still very new to engaging with this community and have spent most of my time as a lurker, both on this site and others. So sorry to disappoint if that's what you came here for. To help with your imagination of the event, I'll just give some basic details about my appearance: I'm white, above average female height, slim/muscular build and have short blonde hair. After making a couple posts on here, I started talking with a couple people in DMs who were curious about my wetting habits, and public wetting came up as a topic. I'd never considered doing anything in public which was more than just being contained to my panties, but to keep it short, I was inspired (?) to do something a bit outside my comfort zone. I wanted to do my first public wetting, and the plan was to do it at night, wearing black jeans + a coat to cover up in case the nerves got to me. I was just going to take a quick walk to the bus stop, which is two minutes from my house, do the deed and then walk back. Simple. So today was the day I had planned, and I already had the idea of what I was going to wear: tight black jeans, black OTK boots, and a coat which would be long enough to cover up just in case. I started filling up on water about 2-3 hours beforehand and also spent some time layering my boots' insides with cling film/plastic wrap to prevent damage. It's a bit flimsy, but it was better than nothing. Now when the time came to get into my outfit of choice, I realised something a bit daunting: both my pairs of black jeans were in the wash still. This was a bit of a hitch, but I wasn't about to bail when I had done the setup already. I instead chose the darkest pair of blue jeans I had, which showed pee only a bit more visibly, but would be fine in the dark (hopefully). I quietly left my house as to not wake any of my neighbours and set out to the bus stop. Despite the advice I had been given, I was shaking with nervousness, but also excitement. Being semi-desperate to pee really didn't help the shaking either . I was definitely having trouble walking straight. After a long two minute walk (probably longer), I made it to the bus stop. As I live in a small town/village, the buses don't run late so it was just me. I had to take a seat to get myself together before doing anything. I tightly crossed my legs and looked left and right, checking if anyone was coming. No people, no cars, just me. I slowly stood up and leant against the stop, and relaxed myself a bit. I decided it was time. I stood up straight and tried to let some out, but my body was fighting me a little bit, as it knew what I was going to do. My heart was pounding, but I persisted. After some seconds, I felt some pee slowly trickle out of me before stopping. I looked down and my jeans were still dry, it was just in my panties. I relaxed again and let some more out. I could then feel a warmth around my crotch. I looked down and saw a slight wet spot. Then for the last time, I relaxed, pushed a bit and it began gently flowing into my jeans without stopping. I looked down as I was wetting and could see the pattern growing on the front of my jeans. I saw the stream travel down my legs and disappear into my boots, where I felt it creep down to my ankles and moisten my socks. After about 10 or 12 seconds, surprisingly, I was done. I guess the nerves made me think I was more desperate than I really was . There was only a few drops on the pavement, and I shook my boot around a little, and couldn't feel much at all in there. Less cleaning for me, I guess I didn't really know what to do with myself after, I just kind of admired my jeans a bit before deciding to walk home. However, this is where things get interesting. As I began walking back, I saw someone walking towards me. We were quite a distance away still, but this was the scenario I was dreading. I didn't immediately recognise him and he didn't emerge from my street, so I could assume he wouldn't recognise me. The stretch where we would pass by each other didn't have any street lights, so my wet jeans would be less visible. I had calmed myself down a bit now and wasn't shaking, although my heart has struck up again. My head was telling me to cover up my jeans with my coat, but my heart wanted me to keep my jeans revealed, so I took the advice I had read on here and walked more confidently/normally. As we went to pass each other, I didn't notice his head or eyes move down to my crotch, and before I knew it, it was over. I was so relieved, but also felt so naughty for what I had done. I had just fully pissed my pants, in public, and walked past someone in fully wet jeans without breaking a sweat. I enjoyed that stroll home, and kept glancing down at my jeans. I felt a strange sense of accomplishment as I walked in a confident stride, in fully wet jeans. To some of you more experienced wetters who can do this in broad daylight in front of people without a care, I probably sound so dramatic, but I really was so paranoid about this . To some of you, it's probably arguable about whether this was even "public" since there was no-one around to even see. It doesn't matter though, I'm proud of myself . The first thing I thought to do when I got home was to get my laptop and type this up, while still in my wet jeans and boots, so here I am ^^ As to whether I'll do this again, probably yes, but not for a while. I feel that this is as daring as I want to get with this kink (at least for now). I thoroughly enjoyed the experience though, and I hope you enjoyed reading. I think I'll stay in my clothes for a while longer, then go to bed ^^
    56 points
  4. Two girls (Russian/Ukraine)? Having a walk outside their apartment and daring each other to wet. Two Russian girls wetting in public.mp4
    51 points
  5. Hi all! I know it’s been a while since I posted. School started a couple weeks ago so I‘ve been a bit preoccupied. This story happened yesterday. No wetting, but there is a small bit of bladder control at the end. So I’m at my boyfriend’s, the same one from my other story. We’re cuddling in bed, and cuddling leads to some naughty activities. He tells me he has to pee, but he can’t atm because of his boner. I opened my mouth jokingly, and told him to go ahead. He looked at me and said “You..want me to pee in your mouth?” This is where my nerves get shot. “What? Nah, nah!” ”You sure?” ”I’m sure!” But I give him a look that says I want him to. He raised an eyebrow. ”(Name), you would actually like that? I mean, I’m down, just I’m not drinking pee.” This is where I realize. It’s over. He knows. I have to tell him, now or never. ”Baby..I have something to tell you.” I am visibly nervous, so much so that my body is shaking uncontrollably. He smiles at me. “What is it?” After a minute of awkward silence and fumbling of words..I say it. ”I have a piss kink.” ”Wait, really?” ”Yeah..I’m sorry. I’m really ashamed of it. I try not to delve into it.” He looks at me with a loving expression and just holds me. “It’s okay. To be honest, it’s one of the tamer ones of those weird kinks. I don’t even think that’s weird. Honestly..I think it’s hot. How did that come about?” I told him that I had a few accidents when I was younger that led to me developing the kink. I’m still embarrassed to hell, face red, breath shaky. “I never wanted you to find out.” ”You know..now that I think about it..I want you to piss on my dick.” That made me BRIGHT red. The fact that my boyfriend of almost 5 years, is not only not grossed out by my fetish, but is ALREADY fantasizing after I told him 15 minutes ago, had me floored. This was the best case scenario. “Do you..have a piss kink?” ”I didn’t think I did. I mean, I’d watch porn, and like it when pee was involved, but I didn’t think..” I smiled at him. “You have one too.” So not only does he think it’s hot, but he wants to try stuff too. So I experimented with that when he asked me what I wanted him to do, the kind of things I liked. Immediately I said, “I like you telling me I can’t go pee. That I have to hold it.” “Interesting.” Timeskip to a couple of hours later. I’m getting ready for us to go Walmart. I’m wearing an anime t shirt and a pink skirt that’s a little too short. He said he would take me so I could grab a couple of items. I go to the gas station first, and that’s when it hits me. ”Daddy?” ”Yes?” ”I..have to go pee.” ”No. You have to hold it. You’re not allowed to go pee. We don’t have time for that and I don’t want to be left alone.” I bite my lip as my heart races. I fantasized about this for damn near our whole relationship, but this is ACTUALLY happening now. “Okay..” I whined. I pump the gas and head to Walmart. My need isn’t dire, but it’s there. Probably a 5/10. We walk inside and we look around at clothes, makeup, and Magic cards. He’s taking an awfully long time looking at the Magic cards, so I ask again. I’m too shy to ask out loud in public, so I text him. “Can I go pee now? Please?” He checks his phone and smirks at me. “No. Don’t ask again.” I whine slightly, and he grabs the cards that he wants and we check out. On the way home, I’m squirming a little in my seat. It probably wasn’t that bad, but I like to perform in front of him. So I was really squirming and whining. “Aww, what’s wrong? Do you have to go pee?” ”Yes..” I whimpered, my hand on my thigh. “Maybe if you’re nice and sweet, I’ll let you go. But you have to be good.” Normally, I would protest. I’m a bratty sub, and I usually take issue with his orders. But not this time. I don’t say another word and I try and be quiet and good. “I know what you could do to spice things up.” I say after a minute or so of silence. “What’s that, baby?” ”Push on my bladder. That makes it so much better.” He obliges, and I whimper and moan a lot more than I thought I would. He only did it one time, but it was enough. Not only did I have to focus on driving, I had to focus on my bladder. We get near his house. I ask again. ”Am I allowed to go pee now?” ”Wait until I get in my room, and I’ll tell you.” We park and head inside. Here I thought relief would be coming soon. To my horror, I realized that wouldn’t be the case. As soon as I was about to ask him, he got called to do dishes. This takes about 15 minutes. I thought about going pee while he was gone. As long as I told him that it was getting actually uncomfortable, and I did NOT want to have an accident, I know he wouldn’t mind. But I stuck it out. I held it. I played on my phone while he was doing dishes. He comes back after a while. “I guess you can go pee now.” I get up immediately, but before I leave, I turn to him. “This was my fantasy. You have no idea what you just did.” I go into the bathroom and pee for a few seconds. Nothing spectacular. But my mind is racing from yesterday. I’m pretty sure there will be a lot more stories to come from us in the future.
    48 points
  6. Hello, I started the thread "My Girlfriend" in the download section a while ago, but haven't posted anything for a long time. I have a lot of videos and pictures that I could post if there is interest. Of course I have many stories to tell, but my English is very bad, so this text has now been translated with Google. I want to tell you about an experience I had with my girlfriend. We were driving by car and my girlfriend drank 2 cans of wine with coke. 0.5 liters each. We then looked for a place where she can pee. Unfortunately there were not many options. We then stopped and looked for a tree or a bush, but she needed to pee so badly that she sat down and just peed her pants. [email protected] wetting near highway.mp4 Luckily we had a blanket in the car that she sat on to let the seat dry. We wanted to go to a restaurant to eat, but now she had wet pants and nothing to change with her. Also no jacket that could cover her butt. After 20 minutes she removed the blanket and sat down straight on the seat. The car has leather seats and she turned on the seat heating. 37 minutes after she peed her pants we arrived at the restaurant. I made 2 pictures for you. You could still see and feel the moisture on her bottom, but it wasn't very noticeable. So we decided to go to the restaurant despite her wet pants. During the meal she drank a large wine spritzer. We sat there for 1 hour and she hasn't been on the toilet since the accident. You could see where she was sitting on the bench because the wood was soaked with moisture. We then drove 20 minutes home and she had to pee again urgently. She ran straight to the toilet and sat down on the toilet with her pants on. I immediately grabbed my cell phone and filmed it. 2nd wetting on wc.mp4
    47 points
  7. A bit of a surprise a couple of nights ago. We attended a game of our local minor league baseball team. They had a light show scheduled for after the game, but we decided not to stay for that. When the game ended, she said I've already used the ladies room, so I'm ready to head out. We did stop at the team store on the way out, but just for a minute and then continued out to the parking lot. As we got to the car she pulled out the plastic bag and towel that I always have and placed it on her seat. This was very suprising to me as she has many time stated her dislike of wetting in the car and having to sit in it. As she placed it, she made the statement "Don't get your hopes up. I know I just went, but I feel like I need to pee again." It's about 10 minutes to drive home from the ballpark. She never got fidgety or bouncy during the ride, but as we turned onto our street, I did hear her exhale and sigh, the kind you do when you just can't hold it any longer and lose control. A minute later we pull into our driveway and she says hang on a minute, I need to finish. Sure enough, she had wet her pants in the car. Even let me take a couple of photos when we got in the house. Really made my night. Hopefully this is the biginning to more frequent car wettings.
    44 points
  8. Title might not be the right way to describe it but let me explain: When I've got the house to myself, I like getting into a casual outfit and drinking a lot of water, the classic setup. However instead of holding until I wet myself, I like to just let it out when I get the urge and then continue with whatever I'm doing like nothing happened. For example, I might just be washing dishes, then I have to pee so I just piss myself while pretending nothing is wrong, then I just continue about my day with soaked jeans without changing for at least a few hours. Just something about wearing a cool looking outfit while having a massive wet pattern on the front and back of my jeans, acting as though I haven't completely humiliated myself is so satisfying. I love desperation and holding still but I find myself doing this more and more often. Does anyone else?
    41 points
  9. I experienced one of my favorite most delicious accidents of all time today wearing these denim overalls, which I definitely want to get desperate in more. They seem great for causing genuine accidents because there's so many more steps to get them down than regular pants. I had some time to myself this weekend so I went for a hike on a desperate, firm, stretching bladder. The kind of super-full you can still feel after you let it out because it leaves you with a dull little ache and if you're lucky sometimes some leakiness. I enjoyed a lovely walk in the woods, each step jiggling my strained, tortured bladder. I had no intentions of turning around until I had an accident, but I also wasn't gonna make it easy on myself and just let go. So I pressed on through some intense waves that made me hold myself until the telltale sign came - pelvic floor flutters. My favourite feeling. At that point I knew relief was imminent and kept walking, ready and excited to feel warm wetness explode into my pants at any moment. A leak or two came first, but I was still holding, squirming like crazy in damp undies as I walked. A few more desperate flutters and a leak that was harder to control, and my pee FINALLY came rushing out of me. I stepped off trail and spread my legs blissfully to avoid wetting my shoes as I watched a torrent of pee waterfall across my thighs and onto the ground. It felt great and left a little puddle that started to run downwards as I was stood on a slight hill. I had brought a shirt to tie around my waist for the walk back, although my wet legs were certainly visible below the shirt too. Thankfully I picked a trail far away from my house and didn't pass too many people on the way back. I continued to let out little spurts the whole walk back just for fun (and also on the drive home since I protected the seats). I mean I was already soaked, why hold anything in? I took these pics when I got back after a little rewetting to make sure the stains were nice and fresh. Hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. Oh, and yes, I was leaking a little later. Getting super full and holding it for a while always gets me
    38 points
  10. Thank you for all the love on my last story!! Since it went over so well, I figured I would share another from this morning. Today I decided to take a random day off since I still have a bunch of time off to schedule. Just like every day, I woke up and started my morning routine of preparing breakfast and packing a lunch for my kiddo and made sure he was all set for his day at school. Being rather absent minded I lost track of time and had to quickly get dressed in jeans and a tshirt before running him off to school. On the way I grabbed a cup of coffee and a bottle of water. Since we were later than usual, the traffic was much worse than normal. As we sat in line to drop him off, I quickly finished my coffee and started sipping my bottle of water. With a couple cars to go, I started realizing that I needed to pee. By no means was I desperate however I could definitely use a stop. Pushing my knees together, I kept creeping up along with the rest of the traffic. After a couple mins, it was his turn to jump out. Before I could even say goodbye, he was out and running to his friends with a ‘bye mo—-‘ cut off by the door closing (typical boys ). On my way home, I continued sipping on my drink and not wanting to make an extra stop, figured I could get home before needing to pee. The drive is only 10 mins however my urge to pee quickly grew. Probably because of the coffee from the ride to school. I undid the top button of my jeans and sat up trying to help myself hold before getting home. As I made the final turn, I felt myself leak a small amount into my panties which quickly caught me off guard!! I jammed one hand into my crotch and started to breathe harder trying desperately to not leak any more. As I pulled into our driveway, I must have been driving too fast, I hit the curb and the impact made me leak again!! Luckily for me, I was able to stop it again but I could definitely see that it was starting to show on my jeans. I parked the car and turned it off. As I started to get out of the car, again I felt myself leak, this time much longer!!! I still managed to stop it but it was clear at that point I was gonna have an accident. I ran to the door with my hand in my jeans, hoping that I could get inside without further leaks but I still had to unlock the front door. I stopped, crossing my legs as hard as I could and fumbled with the keys. I did what I could bouncing up and down as I was bent forward. I put the key in as I felt another leak start to come out and as I unlocked it, that’s when it happened. I couldn’t stop the flood and I felt the warm pee rush into my pants and go down my legs. I stood in the door walkway completely soaking my pants . Finally after I was done, I looked around and thankfully no one was around to see me pee my pants. I walked into the bathroom to clean myself up and take off my wet clothes. Hope you enjoyed this little story and have a wonderful day
    36 points
  11. Hi! Its me again with another video, this time is my girlfriend fingering herself while holding her pee I hope you like it like my other post Holding It.mp4 Its a little low quality because it was recorded with an old phone, future content of her is going to be in HD! She makes custom content too, so ask me in my DMs or my discord! (Kirito16#8386) If you want longer videos you can support us here https://ko-fi.com/lewdconnosseiur
    32 points
  12. There was nothing like being a kid at fourteen and having an older teenaged sister, and there was certianly nothing like when she and her friends routinely came home late from the club (they had fake IDs) full of drinks and bursting to pee. This happened routinely, but there was one such night that was so dramatic that it has remained burned into my memory for years. It was just after midnight, my parents were already asleep and I hear the sound of my sister pulling into the driveway, she and her friends inevitably home from clubbing and dancing all night, which they often did with plenty of drinks. Tonight was no different. They come inside the front door and at once I hear the rapid-fire clacking of high heels on hard wood floors as my sister and her two friends Anna and Molly, come hurrying down the hallway towards my and my sisters bedrooms. The bathroom that my sister and I used was in the hall just outside my bedroom. I was still up and awake with my lights on and everything, hanging out in my room and my sister and her friends acknowledged me as we saw each other. Molly rushed into the bathroom first and Anna stood facing away from my room as she danced and danced in desperation outside the bathroom, or it wasn't dancing really, it was much faster than that, it was as if she was intentionally trying to make the loud stamping of her high heeledbshoes as fast as could possibly make them, almost like a tap-dancer, or someone making a drumroll with her heels against the hard wood floors. It was really dramatic just how fast and loud the clacking of Anna's high heels were, and I was frankly blown away with the apparent stamina this girl had, watching her long toned legs stomp and stomp and stomp as she just couldn't stop pee-dancing outside the occupied bathroom. Anna was wearing a blue romper that night, while my sister wore a red cocktail dress. Anna had lovely legs and a nice behind. I had known her for years as not only my sisters friend but also as my baby sitter, and it was weird to see her in such a compromised state when she normally had things to "together" when watching and entertaining me at the house alone over the years. Now, she looked like she was ready to pop. Just for a visual, Anna was very toned and sexy, taller than my sister, had nice tan skin, dark hair, sultry but pretty face, looked like a cross between Olivia Munn and Odette Yustman, had a nice tight ass and pert tits (her nipples usually showing through a tank top) slim stomach. From inside the restroom we heard Molly sigh loudly with relief as she peed. At that sound, Anna let out under her breath a strained, rapid-fire, "God I have to pee." as her high heels continued her machine-gunfire clacking against the hardwood floors of the hallway. The only other restrooms were in my parents bedroom and in the hall just outside it, and me, my sister and my sisters friends never used those ones at this hour for fear of waking the parents, but even now, tonight, Anna's clacking is in danger of being just a bit too loud apparently as my sister then said to Anna, "Anna, I'm sorry but I need you to stop clacking like that. It's too loud." as she gestured down to Anna's high heels. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" Anna let out a long, strained sounding ohhhhhhhh as she proceed to stop clacking in rapid fire on the hardwood floors but now had taken to lifting one leg in the air for about three seconds, then switching feet, then doing the same again, still unable to keep both feet planted on the ground, and it looked as though she was holding herself as she was faced away from me. She suddenly whipped round, squeezing her crotch through her thin romper, as she said to my sister, "My romper, I can't get out alone, it takes too long." Anna said this as she reached behind herself to try to undo her romper, her high heels going back to their rapid fire speed. Anna's face was clearly in pain from needing to pee so badly, her eyes shut, her mouth hanging open, her heels clacking noisily, and just then she opened her eyes and saw me watching her through my bedroom doorway from my bed. She forced a quick smile as she squeezed her crotch again, saying, "Anna needs to pee-pee." with a desperate curtsy of her legs as she bent down and squeezed her lovely thighs together while holding her crotch with her right hand. Anna needs to pee-pee, that much was obvious, I thought. "Please help me out of this or it'll take me too long in the bathroom. Please." Anna said to my sister in rushed, desperate-sounding whimpers as she held her crotch, trying as she could to drive down her pee-dancing and clacking. I couldnt believe how desperate but how beautiful Anna looked in this compromised state. My sister started to say, "You'll be fine, Anna, I have to pee too-" before she was cut off as Anna then said the most beautiful words to my ears at that point, I grew stiff as a rock as she said in a tone desperate-sounding and rapid-paced, sounding almost like she was on the verge of crying, "PleasehelpmeorImgonnapissmyromper." spoken faster than I've ever heard anyone human speak before, as Anna desperately held her crotch with both hands now, her face scrunching up in pain. Just then, my sister freed the top of her romper, and Anna's gorgeous tits came into view as her top fell down her torso. She saw me see her breasts and her eyes immediately grew wide as she quickly rushed her right arm across her chest, covering her tits (or covering her nipples at least as her left hand remained glued to her crotch. We then heard Molly flush the toilet from inside. "Oh mannnn oh mannnn" Anna was now saying as with her eyes glued to the doorknob, she began stepping out of her romper right there in the hall. The romper fell to the floor around her high heels as she now was in merely her panties, still covering her breasts with her right arm, and the moment the bathroom door opened, Anna rushed Molly out of the way, leaving her romper on the hallway floor, Molly stepping out exasperated at the whole seen, Anna's romper still on the floor, me in my room, my sister there. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Oh Oh my God! Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" we heard Anna moan and groan and piss and piss with ferocious force, her pussy hissing loudly with a high pitched his as she blasted the side of the porcelain bowl beneath her with unrelenting power and force for almost forty seconds before her stream died down to a trickle which dribbled down into the water as she let out her final sighs of relief. This whole time, my sister was still yearning to pee, and while not quite as badly as Anna maybe, she too was now stepping from foot to foot, her arms crossed, staring frustratedly at the bathroom door, unable to remain still in her red cocktail dress. When Anna finally finished in the bathroom and flushed and everything, she stuck one hand out to grab the romper, which my sister handed to her. "Give me a minute" Anna said. "Please let me pee." was all my sister replied as without waiting she qucikly rushed into the bathroom without shutting the door. At once we all heard her pee too, letting out a brief "OH!" as her vagina erutped against the bowl, before letting out a much quieter "oh goddd" several seconds later. Anna finally stepped back outside of the bathroom in her romper, shutting the door behind her. Seeing me again, she laughed and said, "Sorry about that, Alex." I dont know what she was sorry to me for.
    31 points
  13. So, this really happened only a few weeks ago and I still can't believe it... Earlier this summer I was at my (male) cousin's wedding. I realized that I hadn't seen most of my family from that side in years and that everybody had really grown up, including my cousin Elena (the groom's younger sister). She is 24, almost finished with medical school and we got along really well. As she loves the city that I live in, we agreed that she would come visit me sometime. So she did a few weeks ago on another summer weekend. A very good friend of mine was celebrating his 30th birthday that weekend, so I took Elena along. The birthday party started with a barbecue at his flat in the early hours of Saturday evening. Elena dressed in some tight blue jeans, a yellow top and black high heels and looked really stunning. She is about 1,70 m tall, very sporty and turns heads with her long brunette hair and her sun-kissed teint. Anyway, although Elena knew nobody at the party except me, it wasn't an issue as she is a very social and talkative person. She soon made friends with several guys and girls. And there was also at least one guy who heavily flirted with her, which wasn't a problem as she is currently single. The evening went on with lots of food, drinks and laughter and later we planned to go to a special club event that took place on a boat at the local river. The birthday host ordered some taxis for all the people who still wanted to come along. First, the taxis took their time, but then suddenly they obviously arrived and everybody had to hurry to get down to the street. It still took about 10 minutes until everybody could board a taxi as some girls blocked the bathroom and took their time to put on more make-up and get ready. Elena and I shared a taxi with two other girls and one guy. Before, Elena had told me that she is really keen on going out dancing as she had exams the week prior and had not gone out in while. The taxi drive was supposed to take about 20 minutes. On the way I noticed that Elena seemed a littly fidgety in the seat next to me. She did not say anything at first, but when one of the other girls announced "I have to pee so bad", Elena said that she has to go too. There were about five minutes left until we should arrive at the club and the girls were dancing to some music in their taxi seats, also probably to mask their desperation. We then arrived close to the venue. As we were one of the first taxis to get there, we decided to wait for the others before queuing for the entrance. The other two girls said once again that they had to "pee so bad" and that they "can't hold it much longer". As no other guests arrived in the next few minutes, they decided to go and relieve themselves behind some trash containers behind the parking space. I asked Elena if she had to pee as well, but she said that "it is okay" and "that she'll hold it". However, I noticed that she constantly crossed her legs and that the crossing and fidgeting increased the longer we had to wait. Then another two taxis arrived mostly with guys and they brought some fresh cans of beer. Elena reluctantly agreed to take one as well as it came from the guy who had flirted with her earlier. We started drinking again and waited for the last taxi with the host, his girlfriend and some other people. As soon as they arrived, we queued for the entrance. The line was not super long, but it seemed to take some time until they let more people in. The longer we had to wait, the more urgent Elena's need seemed to get. At first, she only stood with her legs crossed, but soon she started rubbing one leg with the other and stood with her hips slightly bent, while hardly drinking any more of her beer. Every few minutes she also pulled up her jeans, so that they sat even tighter on her butt and crotch area. She also completely stopped talking and it was quite obvious that she had to pee bad, but everybody minded his own business and nobody said anything. Once we got inside, we immediately realized that the boat was really packed with people. As it was still summer, we had nothing for the cloakroom and the host immediately led our group to a bar. It took some time until everybody had made their way through the crowd. I was surprised that Elena did not head straight for the bathroom, but instead she followed us to the bar were the host provided a round of shots for everybody. However, as soon as she had drunk the shot, Elena asked me if I knew where the toilets are. I did not, but since I had to go too, I decided to help her finding them. We made our way through the crowds and found them on the other end of the dance floor with about 12 ladies already waiting in front of the women's restroom. I left her waiting and went to the men's restroom just around the corner. When I got back, I immediately noticed Elena in line as she was a little bent over with both her hands deeply buried in her jeans pockets and a worried look on her face. There were still about 9 ladies ahead of her and when I told her that I'll wait for her she said that I did not need to. I still waited, but then it took too long, so I decided to leave. Just when I approached Elena to tell her that she'll find me on the dancefloor somewhere close to the bar, she asked me if there is maybe any other restroom somewhere. She added that "it is really bad" while gripping her upper leg with one hand. I told her that I don't think there is another one (there really wasn't) and that she had to wait unfortunately. I then went back to my friends on the dancefloor. I almost forgot about Elena for a while and only about half an hour later I realized that she still wasn't back from the bathroom. Of course I immediately decided to look for her, but I could neither find her on the dancefloor nor somewhere by the toilets. I then checked my phone and realized that she had texted me five minutes prior to say that she "unfortunately does not fell well" and that she therefore decided that it is "better to go home". As I tried to call her, she first did not answer. I then went outside of the club and called her again. This time she answered and told me that she would take a taxi to go home and that I should stay with my friends. I reminded her that she does not have a key to my flat and that I would have to go with her. We then agreed to meet close to the taxi stands. I went there and when I saw her I immediately sensed there was something wrong. She stood in a really awkward position with her butt to the wall, her legs crossed and her handbag over her crotch. She said that she just feels a little sick and that she would take a taxi to get home. She urged me several times to stay with my friends, but I did not want to leave her alone and said that I would go with her as she is my guest. When we tried to get a taxi, she always walked behind me, but then she had to walk to the other side of the taxi and I could not believe my eyes: Her jeans were wet from the butt area all the way down to her knees! I did not say anything, but she was now sitting with her wet and pissy jeans next to me in the taxi. We then got home and as soon as we were in my flat, she immediately took some clothes, went to the bathroom and said that she will take a shower...
    30 points
  14. So as you may know if you've read my posts, I have an overactive bladder and tend to leak or have accidents sometimes if I get too full. Wet pants are a part of my life, and I try to plan for and enjoy them whenever possible. I also find that once wet, I have a much harder time holding, whether thats a pee spot in my underwear encouraging more drips and leaks, or in this case, a wet bathing suit. Its almost like once my urethra is sitting against wet fabric, it just wants to stay a little open and keep me wet. Yesterday I went to the beach for a solo swim (I was meeting up with friends aftter), and immediately upon arrival, I noticed I really had to pee. I had been drinking water the whole drive, probably at least 1 litre, and it had been over an hour in the car, plus I might've skipped peeing before the drive on purpose, knowing I'd get to pee in the water. By the time I got towels laid down on the sand, I realized I could barely stand up and walk to the water without risking peeing all down my legs in full view of other beachgoers. I actually lost a couple drips in my white shorts before taking them off, so naturally I decided to sit back down on the sand and relax a little in my bathing suit bottoms to relieve some pressure. It felt lovely and naughty to pee into the already warm sand in the sun, so I sat my wet little butt back down on my towel and read my book for a while, sipping water and waiting for my urge to build again. I had by no means emptied my bladder, I was still at about a 5/10 right after peeing because I wanted to enjoy a nice moderate urge while I read my book. After about half an hour, I realized 1) I was back up to a VERY full bladder 2) I was leaking pee totally involuntarily into my swim bottoms (and a few dribbles on my towel) every time I moved around. I decided it was high time I jumped in the water and released my bursting bladder, but apparently it couldn't wait. Now that my swim bottoms were quite soaked, every few steps down the beach triggered a drip or leak, as though I had no control over my bladder at all. One after another, I'd feel warm bursts soak into my swim bottoms. Thankfully they were all very tiny and I wasn't peeing down my legs, just feeling all these little gushes no one could see. It was crazy though, to have that little control, all because of wearing wet bottoms, as though my bladder completely had a mind of its own. As I stepped into the water, the shock of the cold really made me start to squirm, and I had to rush deeper in as my pee started to dribble down my legs and spread across my bum. I splashed my feet as much as I could to make sure it wasn't visible as I ran, pee spraying out around me. Soon, I was finally deep enough to cover my whole body. I faced the horizon and began to tread, releasing a delicious cloud of oh-so-warm pee into the cold water all around me. I stayed there for a minute, basking in the warm pee, before I swam around, took some nature photos and eventually made it back to my towel. To my surpise, even with what felt like an empty bladder afterwards, the wet fabric continued to work its magic and I had several more tiny leaks in my swim bottoms quite accidentally as I walked back and while sitting on my towel. I met up with friends after this for dinner by the beach town and there was nowhere to change so I put my dry white shorts and shirt on over my wet bathing suit. One of my friends actually joked that the wet bathing suit soaking onto my shorts made it look like I had peed myself, and I was well aware... Little did they know I had realized I already looked wet and released a few tiny trickles on purpose on the way to the restaurant. I had a nice time out with my friends (nothing omo while I was with them) and on the way home, I kept happily leaking - some on purpose, some by accident - in my very wet shorts and swim bottoms. When I got home, I went out to my backyard and released the rest of my bladder on purpose in my shorts, a delicious end to a wet and wonderful beach day.
    29 points
  15. Hello, fellow friends of the sun, or... whatever After lurking around and reading for nearly 4 years, and some encouragement from another person of the community, I've finally decided to post a wetting experience of my own! After a quite long day out today, with limited access to a toilet, I finally got to go home. I've already had to go for nearly 4 hours, but got really desperate once I got into my car to drive home. I started leaking around the time I got to the door and went up the stairs to my apartment, but decided to have some fun instead of just going to the toilet . I got myself something to drink and waited, until I just really couldn't anymore. It actually didn't take to long, just about 20 minutes after getting home, until I had barely enough time to jump into the shower. I completely soaked my jeans in less than 40 seconds . I wish I had filmed the wetting itself, but my hands were a bit... occupied with holding What followed was easily one of the biggest wetting I had so far, the wet patch reaching down and almost completely around my legs! Maybe I'll come around to post some more of my wettings later on, we'll see... Please don't mind any weird grammar or spelling, English is not my native language . Have a nice evening/day/night/whatever, y'all!!
    27 points
  16. I want to write about something that happened to me on our drive to our summer holiday destination. We had stopped at a roadside McDonalds where I had drank a large coke. Of course I had peed there but obviously the coke only made its way to my bladder a bit later. About an hour after the lunch stop, I was driving that part of the trip. I remember I already needed to pee when we encountered a traffic jam. And this was a really really bad traffic jam. Road constructions, standstill traffic, moving at 5 km/h, then standstill again. And of course NOWHERE to stop. It took literally 1 and a half hours before I took the first possible exit. By then completelty bursting, I could not breathe normally. There were moments when I needed to touch between my legs (despite husband and kids in the car, I could not care anymore!). And I was probably breathing like I was in the delivery room. But I didn't care about that enymore either. Some luck for me: this exit had a fuel station after about 1km and two traffic lights. So I made it there, jumped out of the car, literally ran inside to the bathroom. Standing up and running I couldn't really hold it anymore... I felt myself leaking into my panties and both down my legs. But I did make it to the toilet with only some trickles down my legs. When I inspected the damage I was happy with my loose fitting jeans On the inside there was enough wetness but only some loose wet spots were visible from the outside. Mostly down the legs, on one size even past my knee and on my calve. But they were little dark circles and luckily nothing between my legs or on my butt (that would look so much more embarrassing!). This could have been splashing water and not me peeing down my legs. And also luckily I have a habit to keep extra panties in my purse. It was agony when it happened. But later I loved feeling like a little girl who could not control her bladder so well. I have revisited this memory a couple of times to pleasure myself, that's how intense it was. Wanted to share... some of you might enjoy Karen
    27 points
  17. Living alone and working from home is the best sometimes. I drank a ton of coffee and water earlier so naturally I started getting the urge to pee pretty bad. I was feeling a little naughty, so I slowly let some out into my shorts until there was a decent sized wet spot on them. Then, I did it again and I almost couldn’t stop going, and pee began running down my leg. I quickly got up and went to stand in my shower so I could finally let go and feel the warm pee run down my legs, soaking my shorts. It feels so good to piss yourself just for fun.
    26 points
  18. Teamwork makes the dream work!
    26 points
  19. This morning I went for a run, even though it was pretty hot and humid outside. I made sure to drink plenty of water and brought a liter sized water bottle with me, though if you’ve read any of my previous posts you know that that much water means I’ll get desperate pretty quick. I knew that and decided to have some fun and be a bit risky. In addition to my sports bra and athletic shorts, I wore some VERY tight spandex to make it harder to relieve myself when I inevitably would have to go. No incontinence pads or pulls ups or anything. I seriously underestimated how hot it was and drank a lot of water on my run. I drank 3/4ths of the whole bottle very quickly. Before I even hit mile 2 of my run, the intense urge to pee hit me all at once and I stopped in my tracks and crossed my legs and shoved my hands in my crotch. My efforts didn’t matter as I let out a huge involuntary leak that made a wet spot on my shorts. I ran to the nearest porta potty at a nearby park with both hands in my crotch, only to find that it was occupied. I bit my lip and potty danced, trying to hold on for just a minute or two more. A few seconds later, the second wave of urgency came, and this one was much stronger. No matter how much I squeezed my crotch and tensed my muscles, a bigger leak came out and made a small puddle underneath me before I managed to regain control. At this point I knew I had like 30 seconds max before I wet myself, but what else could I do? It was a public park with people around, no place to discreetly relieve my struggling bladder. I rubbed the bottom of my bottle on my pussy, as I still had it with me. At last, the third and final wave came, and this was was even more powerful. I couldn’t stop it. I started peeing full force and the puddle underneath me grew and grew. The person in the porta potty finally came out and I practically pushed them aside and locked the door. I tried to rip down my spandex, but it was mud too difficult and way too late. I sat and finished peeing straight through it. I drank the rest of my water and realized how hot and humid it still was. I almost forgot because of how badly I needed to pee. I pulled my spandex down and took of my sports bra. I was now completely naked in the porta potty. My body was drenched in sweat. That whole situation felt so good I masturbated and orgasmed right there in the porta potty, before putting on my clothes again and finishing my run
    26 points
  20. My girlfriend and I both love being desperate in public. On our own it’s very embarrassing but together we feel naughty and have fun. But we don’t always want to be desperate, and since we both have weak bladder we both wear pull-ups. She sometimes likes to act tough and leaves the house without any protection because she’s usually the dom and likes to flaunt her slightly stronger bladder to me. We like to tease each other if one of us is desperate in public and that’s usually me. We went to see a movie a few weeks ago and since the movie was over 2 hours long I wore a diaper so I wouldn’t have to leave the theater in the middle of the movie or get stuck in a long line after it. But my girlfriend insisted she didn’t need it. I asked her if she was sure and she said yes. I took an extra in my purse just in case. We both got soda and shared a thing of popcorn throughout the movie. About an hour and a half in, I could see her crossing her legs, and a little while later, I saw her rubbing her thighs. I already needed to go but I let it loose in my diaper, letting out a sigh of relief as I was doing so. My girlfriend knew what I was doing and I’m pretty sure I saw her squeeze her legs in the corner of my eye. After the movie was done she asked me if I needed to use the bathroom, and I said no. She did and asked if I could go with her, so I did. Unsurprisingly there was a long line for the ladies and my girlfriend was definitely not happy about it. She tried to hide her desperation but I knew she was seriously regretting not padding up. I then suggested we just leave because it’ll be forever before she gets to pee and it was late at night. I wasn’t being serious, it was more in a teasing way, but to my surprise she agreed. On the ride back she couldn’t hide her urge anymore and was squeezing her legs very tightly and had both her hands shoved in her crotch. I finally told her about the extra diaper and she begged me to give it to her. After some playful back and forth teasing I finally budged and gave it to her. She ripped her leggings halfway down, put on the diaper, and breathed a huge sigh of relief. And that’s why you always come prepared!
    25 points
  21. Oh. My. God. Last weekend an actual fantasy come true. I got to watch my boyfriend wet himself. And now I need to write about it. So we've been together for about a month, and we were seeing each other casually for another month before that. We've been pretty open about our sexual boundaries, kinks, turn ons, etc. from the beginning, but it wasn't until we became official that I told him about my omo kink. He didn't quite understand it, but he was supportive and curious. He was never judgmental or condescending as he asked questions and listened intently to my answers. He was genuinely eager to learn more. Initially he said he would be ok with teasing/degrading me about wetting myself but not do it himself, nor would he come into physical contact with piss. However, a couple weeks ago he said, "If I wet myself will you buy me pokemon cards?" to which I responded, "Um, YES!" I didn't think he was serious, though, until he brought it up again a couple days later. He told me he meant it. I insisted that he only do it if he felt 100% comfortable. If the only reason he was doing it was to get pokemon cards, I didn't want him to do it. I would never want to put him in a situation he didn't want to be in, and I made sure to assure him that it was absolutely alright if he didn't want to wet himself. His birthday is coming up, and even if it wasn't, I would buy him pokemon cards if he really wanted them without him having to do anything in return. But he insisted he had thought it through and was comfortable with it. He genuinely wanted to try wetting himself for me. I could have cried. So we made a plan. Two of his roommates would be gone that weekend, and he told the third to stay in his room during the evening. He would use the bathroom once before leaving work in the mid-afternoon and then not again until I got to his house. He also made sure to drink a lot of water leading up to my arrival. Before I left he texted me that he was already feeling it a little bit, which made me even more excited than I already was. When I got there I made him refill his water bottle, set a timer, and told him that's how long he had to drink the contents of the bottle. We then continued hanging out for another hour or so until he said it was time to move into the bathroom (he was going to do it in the shower to eliminate mess). So he changed into the pants he had decided to wear and we made our way into the bathroom. He stepped in the shower and I sat on the toilet watching him. He didn't squirm, didn't grab at his crotch, just stood bracing himself with both arms on the shower walls. I could see him using all of his focus to hold it in. I decided to be a little cruel and press on his bladder every few minutes, and I squeezed his dick a couple times. Hearing him plead, "Oh, no, please not again" as I made my way towards him after already pressing on his bladder a couple times was SO hot... After about twenty minutes, a dribble started. I commanded him to stop, and surprisingly, he did, but it seemed to take a lot of effort. After a couple more minutes, he couldn't hold it anymore and the floodgates opened. I got to watch my boyfriend stand there and helplessly, completely drench his jeans. He looked humiliated and like he couldn't quite believe what he'd just done. He let me take some pictures before stripping off his jeans to reveal his red boxers, also drenched and very hot, which he also took off immediately after I took pictures. I went to the basement to toss his wet clothes in the wash while he started taking a shower which I would then join. I'm sure you can imagine what we got up to next. Idk if anyone will even read this, but it was fun to write and a million times more fun to experience! And he said he's willing to do it again at some point (YAY!!!), so maybe I'll write about that too. Who knows!?
    23 points
  22. Izzy found herself at the skate park every other day. She liked to skate, but it was only partially the reason she frequented the park. She would only go there at an odd time, a time where there wouldn’t be too many people. It was a pretty small park, with a public restroom off to the side. She’d skate around and hit the water fountains every time she’d pass by it. On top of that, she wouldn’t pee all day. By the time she had a pretty large amount of urine saved up, she’d make her way to the toilets, go in the men’s room, and relieve herself into the urinal. It was a bizarre fascination she had. Izzy wasn’t quite sure why she found the act so alluring, but she did it all the time, sometimes even stopping there twice in one day. One day, she was skating around bursting for a wee, still sipping from the water fountain pretty frequently. Every time she came back, she pushed herself a little further to hold it longer, pee a little more. It was really hard to keep her balance and focus on the board, but she was doing alright. Stumbling here and there, but composed for the most part, despite her aching urge to urinate. One trick was a little too risky. She ended up falling on her butt, squirting a little bit of pee out as she made contact with the ground. She gasped, gripping between her legs and freezing still for a moment, her peehole stinging. She hurriedly got up, grabbed her board and her crotch, and ran on foot into the men’s bathroom. She kicked her shorts and underwear all the way off, lifted one leg and rested her foot against the wall, spread her pussy a little, and was pissing hard before she was entirely ready. She sighed and dropped her head back, relief radiating in waves through her privates. She smirked and bit her lip, admiring the act. From the pressure of her stream against the back of the urinal, she was confident she’d have some distance if she tried. Her stream, although it was strong, went on for about a minute before tapering off. Without wiping, she hurriedly got her shorts back on and took her leave. The next morning, she woke up with an unusually full bladder. She decided to take advantage of it and go straight to the skate park. She sucked down a capri-sun on the ride there, the urgency of her need teetering on desperation. When she got there, her heart dropped a little. She was already ready to use the urinal, maybe a few minutes more of waiting, but there was a group of three or four boys riding around. She acted casual, minding her own business, but she really needed to relieve herself. After about twenty minutes, she was agitated. She didn’t even feel like skating, she just wanted to pee. Liquid was sloshing around inside her with every kick. By this point, she was seriously busting to pee, pulling her shorts up every chance she got to press the fabric against her crotch. She kept it simple, worried that another crash might make her have an accident in front of this group of guys. After another ten minutes, she was dying. She rode behind something where they couldn’t see her, stepped off the board, and cupped her hands over her crotch, dancing on the spot. She doubled over and winced, swaying her butt side to side and crossing her legs. She was pretty sure she was going to have to cut her losses and go to the women’s room. She hopped around for a minute and shook her wrists, waiting for the wave to pass, then got back on the board, ready to ride to the toilet to boringly use her gender’s bathroom. As she emerged from behind the ramp, she didn’t see the boys anywhere. What luck! She held herself as she rode over to it at mach speed, letting her board roll into the grass as she bolted into the men’s room. Izzy jumped around like a crazy person as she frantically yanked her button loose, already leaking before her shorts were below her knees. As they fell to her ankles, she thrusted her hips forward and pulled her pussy lips up and apart, allowing her stream to spray forcefully into the basin in front of her. She couldn’t help but moan from the euphoria she felt, spreading through her body as she drained her swollen, overfilled bladder. Her shoulders rose and fell from her heavy breathing, the corners of her mouth curling with titillation. Maybe next time, she’d be able to pee even more. “Whoa…” the word startled her so badly her entire body jumped. A male voice from the entrance. Her stream was cut short pretty quickly, but not before it splattered down her legs and into her underwear and shorts. She frantically yanked them up, stumbling into a stall and avoiding eye contact completely. She sat down on the toilet and cupped her hands over her mouth, utterly shocked and mortified. Her face was hot with embarrassment. Izzy had never felt so humiliated. She could never come to this skate park again. She listened to him urinate and wash his hands. After he was done, though, he didn’t leave right away. What the hell is he doing? she thought, You did your business, now get out of here already! “Hey, uh…” he suddenly started to say. Izzy practically gasped. “I hope you know I’m not judging you or anything. I didn’t even see your face, really…” She held her breath. There was no way in hell she was going to respond. “I just wanted to say, I’m here around this time every week. Sometimes more, but this is always my day off so…” He sounded nervous. “If you ever wanted a lookout.” Izzy didn’t know if she heard him right. “I’m not, like, trying to look at you when you do it, that’s not what I mean!” he awkwardly added, “like, I’d face the doorway and make sure the coast is clear. No looking your way when you do it… Even though, like, I kind of already saw everything…” She buried her face in her hands, cringing hard. Please leave. Please leave. “Think of me as like, offering my services. To you and anyone else who might walk in on you. Man, I could’ve been anybody. Maybe you don’t want to tell anyone that you do this, but you can’t just…” He paused. “Again, I’m not judging you at all, I just don’t want the wrong person to walk in and see you like that.” She heard his footsteps receding. She felt like crying, but she was in such disbelief that she just kind of sat there. Noticing the aching urge to pee still pulsing away inside her, she pulled her shorts down and finished urinating, taking the opportunity to dry some of her leakage with some toilet tissue.
    21 points
  23. A/N: As many of you may recall, I was a big fan of a story on this site called "Told To." It was a well-written story about a girl who was told that it was ok to have accidents. The story eventually took some turns and twists that kept it fresh, however, I couldn't get the original concept out of my head. I wanted to try my own hand at a similar idea, without taking the same directions that the now lost user "Peehour" did. I asked via DM if this was ok with them, but they removed their account before I received a response. Because the concept here is similar, let me know if you feel ok with me posting this and continuing it. My other work will return shortly as well. The Fish out of Water Camping. Camping wasn’t the first thing that crossed Bailey’s mind when she asked to tag along on the family trip this year. Then again, what did she expect? She asked herself this rhetorical question as she watched the hills roll by her mother’s SUV. Her face was warm from resting her hand on her cheek, and the summer sun beat through the windows. Turning away from the window, she looked at her sister beside her. She was crinkling the aluminum can of an energy drink as she finished her second can. “What?” “Nothing.” Bailey smiled, envious of her sister’s straight hair “She’s probably making fun of your nose ring.” “Mom! I’m eighteen now. Besides…” There was a pause, a quieting of tone “You said I could get it.” Bailey kept her smile, now at her sisters embarrassment “No, I’m just kind of jealous of your hair.” “Cuz mine’s straight?” “No, your bangs. I like the blonde highlights.” Bailey’s sister smiled brightly “Aw, thanks B!” “At least you two are playing nice.” “I’m over that high school shit!” Their mother gasped “Rebecca!” Bailey jumped in “I’m over that high school shit too!” The two black-haired sisters looked at each other and giggled. Their mother shook her head, her smile giving away her good mood. “So. How does it feel to graduate finally Becca?” Bailey asked Rebecca shrugged “Dunno. Happy its over I guess. How’d you feel?” Bailey shrugged back, joking with her sister as she said “Dunno. Happy it was over I guess.” She followed it up with a laugh “It was like four years ago, how should I remember?” “’Like’ four years ago? It was four years ago stupid!” “Rebecca, don’t talk to your sister that way!” “It’s fine mom! We can’t all graduate with a 2.6 GPA.” Bailey smiled devilishly at her sister Rebecca folded her arms “Well, I would have done better if you’d been there to help me sis!” Bailey backed off, sensing her sister was offended. She offered a response “Doesn’t matter anymore. You made it!” Bailey praised her sister, who gave a slight smirk. As the conversation lulled, Bailey leaned back towards the window, watching the picturesque pastoral imagery fly by. She put her earbuds back in, resuming her music. If it was going to be a long ride, she’d at least enjoy it. And she even had her favorite tea to keep her company. ################## A poke against Bailey’s arm startled her out of her trance. It was her sister, who seemed to be rather aimless in her bothering of Bailey. “What?” Bailey pulled her arm away “I’m bored. And I have to pee. What are you drinking?” “Iced tea.” Smiling, and expecting her sister to say no, Bailey offered “You want some?” She smiled a mischievous smile as she rattled the ice in the silver thermos. “Sure!” Rebecca snatched the thermos from her sisters hand and took a long gulp from the metal straw “Becca!” Bailey snatched her thermos back “I thought you said you had to pee?” “I do.” Rebecca smacked her lips “Good stuff.” “And you had the energy drinks?” Bailey was surprised “Yup!” Rebecca nodded seemingly unfazed Feeling her own slight need even as she had plenty of tea left, Bailey was confused at her sisters callousness. Their conversation hadn’t been all that quiet, and their mother chimed in from the driver’s seat. “Do you girls need to pee?” Bailey was taken aback at the directness of their mother’s question. Even more surprising however, was her sisters response “Yeah, I had those two energy drinks…and I’ve been waiting awhile now.” “Ugh. Tell me about it. I had that iced coffee, and a water. I’ve been waiting a long time too, girls.” Bailey was shocked at how open the two were. She tried to brush it off as just the fact that her Mother and Sister had probably gotten close while she was away at school. The conversation returned to some normalcy as the sisters mother asked Rebecca to look up the closest rest area. “Aren’t we about to go up that mountain?” The large land mass loomed in the distance, towering over the winding road. “Yeah, why?” Their mother asked “Might not be any area’s to stop.” “We’ll be ok.” “Oh. Never mind.” Rebecca almost sounded disappointed. “There’s one at the bottom of the mountain, phone says just 12 miles from here.” “Ok then. We’ll wait.” Bailey thought that was the end of it until their mother picked up her used plastic cup. The one that once housed her iced coffee. “Unless you two want or need to share this?” Bailey’s eyebrows furrowed, partly in surprise, partly in revolution. She looked to her sister for confirmation, to ensure she was right in her reaction. She wasn’t expecting her sister to mouth a question Do you want to? No! Bailey mouthed back, shocked. “Bailey wants to wait.” Rebecca announced “That’s fine. But we’re in the car, we’ll wait until we get to the rest area, alright Rebecca?” Bailey’s sister sighed. “Fine.” Bailey sat in silence for a moment. She twisted her curly black hair. She rubbed her eyes. Maybe she was dreaming. The kind of dream she sometimes mistook for reality. But when she focused again, she saw her sister, her hands now brazenly over the crotch of her jeans, staring out the window. What an odd conversation She had no idea what was about to be in store. ##################### The conversation played again and again in Bailey’s mind as the SUV smoothly drove along the two-lane road. The pretty meadows and large trees no longer lulled her into a sense of tranquility. Instead, the entire dynamic between her Sister and her Mother intrigued her. Why were they so brazenly talking about their needs? Why were they completely unfazed at the prospect of whether or not they’d find a restroom? Of the handful of times Bailey had been desperate for a toilet in her life, she’d never been so unafraid. She’d certainly never talk like that to her Mother. Maybe they have just grown close. Maybe I’m the odd one. Bailey shook her head. No. No, that was different. Bailey picked at some lint on her maroon leggings. She looked over to her sister, who had one leg bouncing at this point, her hands still resting on her crotch. “Becca, it’s the middle of summer. Why are you in jeans?” “Why are you in leggings?” “Because the A.C makes my legs cold in here.” Rebecca gave her a look. A look that gave the same reasoning. She added “Plus they look…” She stopped herself Bailey was confused “They look what?” “Hmm…Oh…nothing.” Bailey recoiled back into her seat as her sister looked out of the window. What is going on here? It wasn’t too much longer before the family spotted a big blue road-sign. Public Rest Area. Next stop 47 miles. Without so much as a word, the SUV turned onto the gravel side stop. A few other cars, most with bike racks or other camping equipment attached, littered the parking lot. Few people were actually there, and those that were, were spread thin. “Bailey?” Her Mom didn’t wait for a response “Honey, can you check the bathrooms here? Make sure they’re clean? I want to talk about something with your sister.” “Yeah, sure…” As Bailey opened the door and began to climb out of the car, she thought of the question she was just asked “I’m still not going to pee in a cup if they’re that bad though.” Her Mother turned, and as she responded, Bailey observed her placing the heel of her hand into the crotch of her olive green khaki shorts. “Bailey, sweetie, you’re not the only one who could really use a break right now. And I’d rather not pee in a disgusting bathroom if I don’t have to. And neither does your sister.” Shrugging the request off, Bailey shut the door to let the two of them talk and made her way to the public bathrooms. The long grass that surrounded the narrow main road was peaceful. Dotted with different flowers, and when a car wasn’t passing by, the sounds of insects and birds rang like a melody through the rest area. This peaceable moment was quickly dashed when Bailey approached the small wooden bathroom. The smell of stale piss that had been cooked in the summer sun mixed with the odor of countless other hikers and campers alike blitzed through Bailey’s nose and invaded her senses. Gagging, she turned away from the small structure. Coughing and gasping for air, she turned back towards the SUV. From her view, Bailey could see her Mother and sister talking about something. What it was, she couldn’t make out. The two women looked so dissimilar, it was hard to tell that they were mother and daughter. The shortest of the family, Rebecca was also the thinnest. Her blue tank top blended well with her light, acid washed jeans. She had certainly grown in the time Bailey had seen her. Despite this, it their mother was who Bailey had noticed the most change in. While her hips were wider than her daughters from baring the two of them, she had dropped much of the weight that she used to carry. The stress of being a mother had kept her overweight, but now, finally, she had turned herself into a much healthier woman. Her white t-shirt was tucked into her lose fitting shorts. With a round face and shoulder length hair, she had the appearance of a woman who was in control. She was the first to break her conversation with Rebecca and ask Bailey about the situation. “How are they?” “Awful. They smell really bad.” “Ew! Gross!” Rebecca chimed in. “I’m just gonna pee in my jeans.” The crassness and social moray of her sisters statement forced a chuckle and snort out of Bailey. Her sister didn’t always joke around like this. Or at least, Bailey thought it was a joke until her mother responded “Yeah I agree. You need cover sweetie, or are you just going to go now?” “I think I’d like some cover.” “Aright. Bailey, can you get a towel out of the trunk and give your sister some cover? She can’t hold it anymore.” Bailey’s jaw dropped. Her mother folded her arms just underneath her larger breasts and stared at the ground, seemingly in thought. Concentrating. “I’m doing it on purpose Mom! I could hold it, I just…” “I’m going on purpose too Rebecca.” Their mom interrupted “It’s ok to admit that you can’t hold it either.” Bailey felt as if she had fallen into another world. Maybe this was some sort of elaborate prank. Maybe they were just joking with her. A prank to see if she’d do it too. She looked her mother in the eye, wondering if she was going to laugh. To tell her that she was still so gullible. Instead, Bailey couldn’t believe her eyes. Her voice barely audible, a high pitched whisper. “Mom!” She gasped “you’re peeing!” A visual confirmation of Bailey’s observation began to appear on her mother’s loose shorts. The olive color darkening to a nearly black shade. Her mother replied “I told you.” She held up her fingers; listing “I had the iced coffee, and the water. I really had to go.” Baileys jaw dropped as the same dark stain that had begun to draw itself on the crotch of her mother’s shorts expanded towards her thigh in a quickly widening stain. Darting down one leg, the quickly expanding stain overran the cuff of her shorts and they began to drip. Baileys mother spoke again as clear urine began to fall freely from her now glistening shorts. “Bailey, dear. Please help your sister, and stop staring at me.” Her voice was calm and soothing. As if puppeted by an unseen force, Bailey complied, the shock of seeing her mother so brazenly wet her pants still searing into her mind. The trunk was open. All she did was turn around and grab a multicolored beach towel. But the sound of multiple streams and drips of clear pee splattering and spraying out of her mother’s shorts was still audible. The gravel and rock under her was changing color as it accepted her accident. A circle developed as random rivulets and arcs of hot pee splattered and smacked the ground. Slower moving beads of piss followed the impressive force, sliding down her mother’s larger, light-skinned thighs. “Uh, sis? A little help?” Rebecca motioned for the towel, her jean-clad legs now crossed over each other. Bailey tried to get the reality of the situation out of her mind. In a daze she wondered over to her sister, trying to block out the fact that she could hear her mother enjoying the scenery. And pissing her pants. As soon as Bailey opened the towel to block the view of her sister from the main road, her sibling widened her stance, her legs now spread. She bent forward slightly and put her hands on her knees. Looking up at her sister, Rebecca’s mouth opened in relief as her jeans began to sport a small spot. It was dark. A magnificent contrast to her light jeans. She closed her eyes as a loud hiss began to emanate from her. Rebecca’s stain took a much different form from her mothers. Instead of initially pooling at the crotch, then splattering through the heavy fabric, her forceful, hissing accident spread quickly down her stretched legs. Gravity had a better hold on her streaming pee and it pulled her hot urine quickly down the backs of her legs. Closing her eyes, she exhaled in relief and pleasure. Her eyes still closed, with piss running down her legs and now pooling on the ground and in her sneakers, she asked “Hey B, you haven’t gone this whole time. You must need to go too.” “I-I…I’m fine.” “No you’re not!” Rebecca opened her eyes, still peeing and gave a smile as she looked at her sister. “I can tell when you’re lying!” Rebecca was right, Bailey did need to go. But it wasn’t urgent, and certainly not enough to follow her sister or her Mother’s lead. She heard squishing footsteps behind her, her Mother was walking towards them. Turning her head, Bailey noticed her Mother. Her legs glistened, with rogue drips of piss falling of her legs as she moved. Her shorts now sported a full and very obvious pee stain. The inseam of both her thighs, plus the crotch, almost up to her shirt, was circled by a wide dark patch. She commented on Rebecca’s decision first “Wow! Honey, I didn’t know you were waiting that long! Look at that puddle.” Rebecca pointed, taking her hand off her knees. “Well look at yours! How long were you holding it?” “Too long. Bailey?” She turned to her other daughter “Are you going to have an accident too?” Bailey shook her head. “N….no.” Rebecca shook the last drops of pee off her jeans “It feels good sis! It’s not gross or anything.” “I-I couldn’t…” “Sure you could! I show you-“ “Rebecca.” Their Mother spoke sternly. “She said she doesn’t need to have one, she doesn’t have to. But just so she knows, I’m not stopping the car again until we get there.” Rebecca shrugged and grabbed the towel from Bailey, who provided no resistance. As she waked back towards the car, her shoes squished and squeaked. “And you even get these cool sound effe-“ “Rebecca, she said no.” Their mother was getting another towel out of the back of the SUV. Rebecca climbed back into the car, this time, with a towel. Bailey, still not believing what had happened, turned towards the SUV. She got a good look at her mother’s shorts from the back. Stained from the center of her shorts, up and around her butt, and down the backs of both legs, her act was not desecrate. She closed the trunk “C’mon. We can get there before sundown if we hurry.” Bailey stood still for a moment. She looked to the puddle her sister left. Then to her mothers. She thought of her own bladder as her need became more apparent. Just what had she missed while she was away?
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  24. Yesterday was so humiliating. It began with my habit of leaving everything to the last minute. I didn’t get to finish my morning pee because my sister Riley busted in. Startled, I immediately clenched off the stream. “Dude, come on already!” she said, having already woken me up three times. “Everyone’s been ready to go, and you’re just now getting up? Sandra and Jordan are literally waiting in the car.” “Alright, alright!” I said, covering myself. “I just have to brush my teeth!” “Everything’s packed. Your toothbrush is already in the car. We’re getting breakfast on the way.” “Ugh!” I pulled my pants up and rushed out behind her. “Uh… Thanks for packing my stuff, though.” “Yeah, whatever.” A gentle ache to urinate still resided in my lower belly. I sat in the back with Riley. Sandra was driving. Jordan turned around in her seat. “Sandra wanted to leave without you,” she said. “Sandra can suck my nuts,” I said, seeing her throw her hand up in annoyance. After about 45 minutes, I was feeling my bladder gradually filling to the point of discomfort. “I want some breakfast,” I announced. “Chicken Trip for breakfast?” Riley said. “Word,” Sandra said. When we got to Chicken Trip, we pulled into the drive through. “Aw, what? I thought we were going inside!” I complained. “Why would we do that?” Sandra said. “We’re trying to…” she was interrupted by the employee asking what we wanted to eat. We ordered, then pulled up and waited at the window. “I just have to use the bathroom, too,” I said. Everyone groaned. “Hey, come on, I’ll run out right now and be back in a second!” “If you do that, I’m going to leave you here,” Sandra said. Jordan and my sister seemed to think that was pretty funny. “It probably won’t even be ready by th-“ I dropped my head against the seat as she got handed the orders. “Guys, I’ll be so quick.” Sandra wasn’t paying attention anymore. “I’m not driving,” Riley said, shrugging. Eventually, we were back on the interstate. Hunger and thirst taking priority over my urge to pee, I ate a chicken sandwich with fries and drained a large soda. After another 45 minutes, I was kind of struggling. I was constantly jiggling my legs. My sitting position was changing frequently. I wedged my hand between my thighs, shame preventing me from squeezing my crotch like I wanted to. “Guys, come on, I really have to go to the restroom,” I said. “It’ll take 5 minutes tops to pull over at a gas station.” “We might be late and not be able to get in,” Sandra said. “We can’t check into the hotel first anymore, we have to straight to the theater.” I didn’t realize I’d taken that long. I guiltily sat back in my seat, my cheeks turning red with embarrassment. Over the next hour or so, I grew increasingly uncomfortable as my bodily need grew stronger and more urgent. My bladder felt very tight and full, more full than I’d usually let it get. The discomfort was coming in waves, the urgency fluctuating from medium to severe aching. Not too long after that, I was sweating, unable to stay still for even a moment. I was constantly pulling the waistband of my pants away from the growing swell of urine in my belly. Still, I was just too embarrassed to put my hands on my crotch in a car full of my friends. My sister, maybe, but not Jordan. And definitely not Sandra. I sat on my foot, trying to hide the fact that I was pressing my heel against my crotch. My pee was boiling with urgency inside me. I grabbed my pants button and pulled it up and away, simultaneously giving my bulging bladder some room and pressing the fabric against my crotch. I tried really hard to contain my pee dance, but I couldn’t keep myself from squirming and wriggling. It was starting to hurt. Almost a half hour of that had left me absolutely dying. The drive dragged on and on, every bump in the road sending my piss crashing against the paper-thin walls of my overstretched urinary organ. I felt like I was about to explode. It took every fiber of my being not to grab my pussy. Instead, I was nervously clawing at the sides of my pants, punching my leg and miserably rubbing my sweating face. I balled my hand into a tight fist and bit my knuckles, cringing and holding my breath, struggling to bear the excruciating sensation. I had never needed to pee so badly in my life. I wanted to cry. Riley lightly touched my leg. I looked at her, a little startled. In my desperation-induced delirium, I had almost forgotten I was in a car full of people. ‘Are you okay?’ she mouthed to me. I nodded my head, but it was a fucking lie. I couldn’t stand it. My tortured bladder was squeezing itself, trying to force the piss out against my will. I could feel it in the form of unbearable, pounding urgency. “How much longer?” I asked nervously. “A little under an hour,” Jordan replied. I hesitated. “I-I can’t wait that long…” “What?” Sandra said. “I really need to use the restroom,” I told her, “it’s an emergency…” “Oh my god, dude…” “It’s been hours!” I tried not to sound like I was on the verge of tears. My screaming bladder squeezed enough pee out to fill my urethra, causing my hands to shoot to my crotch for the first time during this whole ordeal. I choked back a sob. “Please…” “Who told you to take so long leaving?” Sandra said, “we might not even make it there as it is.” Riley chimed in. “Well then, you guys can’t blame her if she pees into a cup in the back of this car.” I looked at her. Sandra and Jordan echoed my confusion. “That’s disgusting,” Sandra said. “And you can’t judge her either,” she continued. “The show starts a little after we’re supposed to get there. We’re making OK time, and it would’ve been fine if she went at Chicken Trip but you wouldn’t let her for some reason.” That shut them up. She turned to me. “Do you want me to hold a blanket up so you can go?” My entire body was trembling. I felt like I was going to explode. I was so scared of pissing my pants. My face red as a tomato, I nodded. As she got the blanket out, I unbuttoned my pants, sighing as my waistband loosened around my huge, bulging organ. I felt like I was going to throw up from how anxious peeing in this cup in front of them made me. I was so embarrassed. A combination of shame and discomfort made the tears start flowing as I pulled my pants and underwear down. “Oh, Kenzie…” Riley said, rubbing my back. “I don’t know how to do it, I’ve never…” “Take ‘em all the way off,” she instructed. I did, tightly squeezing my vagina with one hand. I winced as I moved off the seat, squatting over my empty Chicken Trip soda cup. I was so nervous. I squatted there for a minute, unable to urinate. “You okay?” my sister asked me. “I’m trying to relax,” I said, burying my face in my arm. “Are you actually doing it?” Jordan asked incredulously. I knew she got a look from Riley from the silence that ensued. My bladder was so extremely full that it was a taut, distended shape, pressing against my other organs and sticking out of my like a melon. Still, my body retained it’s vast contents, liquid waste continuing to accrue inside of me. I bit the fabric of my sweatshirt in agony, tears streaming down my face. “Just take a deep breath,” Riley said. My deep breaths shuddered like I was freezing. Even inhaling that much put pressure on my bladder. By the grace of god, I started dribbling. It was a slow, pathetic stream, pattering embarrassingly against the paper cup. That’s how it came out for a while before it grew to a slow trickle. I think it was a combination of embarrassment and real damage from holding it too much that prevented me from exploding into it like I thought I would, but the strongest it got was a gentle leak. I actually filled that entire large cup and I still had to pee. As soon as I stopped having to force the pee out, the cup was nearly filled to the brim with hot liquid waste and I had to clench the stream, my urethra stinging from the cruel denial of complete relief. My bladder was still full and aching. ‘Do you have a tissue?’ I mouthed to Riley. She shook her head, making a nervous face that made us both giggle. I sat my bare butt back on the seat, my wet pussy putting a spot on it. I started to roll down the window. “Please do not pour your piss cup out the window, that shit is gonna fly back into my car,” Sandra said. “But I still have to go!” “We’re on the interstate!” I sighed and put the plastic lid back on my warm cup of urine and put it in the cupholder. At least it’s not excruciating anymore, I thought as I pulled my pants back up.
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    DLEE-615: OL wetting pants suits 1080p, 4kbps
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  26. I prefer holding it, I think peeing is both boring and emotionally a let-down. I love holding in skirts, but that is because I only wear skirts. I love experimenting with a full bladder and trying different outfits, challenges, pastimes, and activities while I hold it. I am trying to learn to hold it longer, to much success. I also like to look at my bladder bulge, and feel it as it gets bigger.
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  27. Hi again, I'm back here sooner than I expected. To get to the point, I just did my second public wetting, and made use of some of the advice I received on here (tysm btw ^^). The plan for this wetting was to be a bit riskier than my first one; I decided to do a five minute walk from my house and back at nighttime. I also planned to wet myself at my very start of the walk, which I wanted to try doing while walking. For what I wore, I decided on the same dark blue jeans from my first public wetting instead of black jeans (I figured since I had already done it once in dark blue and gotten away with it, I may as well do it again) and also a pair of black leather knee high boots, which as opposed to OTK boots, would show off more of the jeans. Lastly was a coat which could cover up my crotch if I got cold feet and wanted to stop. I expected to run into at least one person, most likely two or even three. I felt this to be adequately risky enough. I started drinking water about 3 hours before I planned to leave since I wanted to be desperate enough to pee while walking, and I also took the time to plastic wrap the insides of my boots again for protection's sake. I was pretty excited to get going after the rush from my first public wetting a week prior, and finally the time came. I had my outfit on, and was pretty desperate to pee. I was already jigging around as I left the house, and could feel my heart pounding hard as it had the first time. I wanted to try to wet while walking first, which is a lot easier said than done in practice. I took the advice I had read which was to match my breathing to my walking and just relax. As I started walking, I did try just this and it partially worked. I let out only a tiny bit but I just couldn't push any further despite being so desperate. I guess it's a thing that needs a lot of practice to just allow it all to flow out. I decided to walk a bit further up the road away from the nearby houses so I could safely wet myself and then continue. This time was quite a bit easier than before, and it probably helped that I was considerably more desperate. I looked down at my jeans as the wet pattern nicely grew from my crotch and sunk down my thighs, to my knees and into my boots. A bit of it was dripping onto the pavement, as expected, and created a few splashes, but nothing too big. It felt so nice to get it all out of me, and so naughty to be doing it in the open . The pattern was very visible to me, but I fully trusted the idea that people that passed me would not notice. Now for the best part; the wet walk. I continued on my walk, jeans wet, and was able to carry myself much more confidently. My stride felt much more secure and normal as opposed to last time where I was so paranoid. Of course, I hadn't run into anyone yet so I had to wait and see. I still had quite a stretch to walk before rounding the next corner, and there I saw my first person. He was still quite a distance from me, so I could mentally prepare to pass him. I wasn't so afraid this time, but I could feel my heart pounding again. As we finally approached, we made brief eye contact before passing each other like normal. He didn't even bat an eye at my crotch. Relief! For a while, everything continued like normal. I occasionally glanced down at my legs to view the wet pattern and was very happy with myself. I almost made it back to my house before I encountered one more person, which made me a bit more paranoid than I would've hoped. It was someone I knew. Now it wasn't one of my friends, thank god, who would no doubt notice that I had pissed my pants and would make fun of me till the day I died, but it was one of my elderly neighbours who was taking the trash out. Why he decided to empty their trash in the middle of the night, I do not know. His lights and TV were on so he definitely hadn't settled down for the night. But anyway, I knew him and he noticed me as I was passing. Then he started talking to me. Great . Now thankfully, being very old, he was blissfully unaware of my wet jeans. I did also cross my legs over to hide it a bit just in case. The heart pounding started up again as well, just to make me extra paranoid of the situation. He seemed to be in a good mood though, and asked what I was doing out, to which I said I was just "getting some air and clearing my mind" . We talked for another 30 seconds-ish and by the end of the chat, I almost forgot about my jeans being soaked. This was the last encounter I had on the walk and was so surprised that it went off according to plan. Now sure, both that guy and my neighbour might have actually noticed the wet jeans and were being nice, but I'd rather be blissfully ignorant and say I got away with it. I made it home, got my laptop and started writing this (while still in wet jeans and boots) which hopefully you enjoyed reading. I want to thank everyone who gave advice as well, I really appreciate it and it made this so much easier to pull off. I'll probably enjoy these jeans for a bit more then go to bed ^^
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  28. View File Zoecams_ from Twitter standing in a community room/kitchen, chatting with friends, peeing her jeans Here's a fun Twitter user name Zoecams_ and a video she posted September 1st of her just standing in some kind of community room/kitchen, hanging out and chatting with people who look to be her own age, while she just casually pees her jeans. I love the mischievous smile she flashes the camera near the end, and she looks so cute with those glasses. (Yes, it's lowres on Twitter, too) (Yes, it looks like she's wetting somewhere quasi-public, however, she's provided absolutely no context, so I'm left to deduce. I don't know what this space is, but at first glance it looks a lot like a shared community room in a college dorm or something similar, and so I will assume in the absence of other evidence it's an extension of her living space. She's peeing on tile, and the others near here clearly know her, and know what she's doing, and are young adults like her--on one of her profiles she lists her age as 20--so I'm going to take the chance this isn't violating the terms that prohibit staged wettings in front of unwilling participants in public spaces that leave a destructive mess for someone else to clean up. She also clearly knows the camera is there, so it's not some unwitting voyeur video. Further, she is the owner of the Twitter account, and her appearance in this video matches her other videos and photos, so she's very clearly sharing a video of herself. The Twitter account is public, as is this tweet, and thus visible to anyone in the world; and, as of the time I am posting this, there is no restrictive verbiage on her account prohibiting re-sharing. Finally, her name as listed on Twitter is not on the DNP list. WHEW. I hope that proves I posted this in good faith.) Submitter GSS..GS Submitted 09/04/2022 Category Female  
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    She's hot and she pees herself at work (obviously just a computer in a room lol). Story is her boss won't let her go... kinda. Her name is Lisa Hil... she makes content with some other girls on ManyVids collab style. but this is a solo. They're worth looking into if you look intentional wetting. Not so much for accidents.
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  30. Hi all it’s been a while! But I wanted to share a recent incident that happened while I was on vacation with one of my friends. My friend (we’ll call her L) and I were recently visiting a popular National Park in the United States. We got up really early to drive to the park so we could start hiking, so we were drinking a lot of coffee. I started feeling the urge to pee a little bit as we were driving, but it wasn’t supposed to be more than a two hour drive, so I decided to ignore it, figuring I’d use the bathroom once we were inside the park gates. As we got closer to the gates, I started really feeling the need to pee so much that I was fidgeting a bit maybe 8/10. I figured that it wouldn’t be much longer until I could use a restroom though since we were only about 2 miles out. Unfortunately that’s where I was wrong. As we approached the park, traffic came to a standstill and L pointed out to me that the entrance was likely very busy given that the park is very popular. She turned on a podcast and suggested we just relax until traffic started to move. At this point though I was very desperate, even grabbing my pussy. I told L finally that I had to pee and she told me to hop out and go to one of the stores along the side of the road. However, every roadside business had signs up in the window saying that they didn’t have a restroom for public use. As we inched closer to the entrance, I started feeling a few small leaks and becoming increasingly upset and worried that I was going to pee in my pants, which I legitimately didn’t want to happen on this hiking trip with my friend. L suggested I go into the woods along the road but I was still hoping that the traffic would move as I didn’t want all the cars to see me peeing. Eventually, the pressure became too much and I felt my bladder going numb. I knew I would totally wet myself if I didn’t do something. I rushed out of the car and ran towards the woods behind one of the stores along the side of the road, still leaking piss into my shorts as I walked. I found a semi private area, squatted, and peed as quickly as I could for a few seconds until I felt like I could continue holding. It was truly a miracle that (I think) no one saw me. When I got back to the car I was a bit embarrassed that this happened in front of L, but she was really nice about it and we found a bathroom where I could finish peeing the second that we got into the park. She and I hooked up a bit later on that trip (I’m bisexual) and the car incident was running through my mind as she brought me to orgasm.
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  31. 19 points
  32. Is it just me, or is anyone else super excited for winter?? Of course no surprise for me, it’s my favourite season… don’t get me wrong, I love summer, but I am so ready for some cozy cold winter days. Lucky me, I have the day to myself at home. I woke up and was immediately shocked by the chill in the air! It seemed like fall hit me all at once today. And what did I do when I was chilly and needed something to keep me warm and cozy… I pulled out alllll my winter clothes! I just embraced the chill and kept the furnace off for today, relishing the opportunity to test out my winter gear that I have missed! I pulled out a big winter storage bin labelled “winter clothes” from under my stairs, and ripped off the lid. The clothes were packed in tight, and I started pulling everything out to hang it up in my closet right away. As I unpacked each article, I couldn’t help but feel happy to have them back in my closet. Everything was hung in order: sweaters, sweatpants, thermals, onesies. All the coats, snowsuits/ snowpants hung at the back. I figured I’d probably just be lazing around playing video games today, so I wasn’t afriad to dress as warm as I wanted. I put on my thermals, then jeans and a tshirt overtop. After that, I pulled on my comfiest sweater over that. I was worried I would be too warm in a full snowsuit but too chilly in just a jacket or snowpants by themselves. As a fun compromise, I decided to double up on snowpants! So I put on my black high waisted snowpants that I bought forever ago and don’t wear enough, and my lovely overall style bib snowpants overtop! Both pairs are quick thick and insulated, but the overalls fit a bit looser. Which is perfect, because they have just enough room for an extra snowpants layer! Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I realized I totally hadn’t gone for my morning pee out of my excitement! …okay, maybe it wasn’t totally an accident I thought I might as well just hold it as long as I could, then let it all go when I couldn’t hold it anymore. I made sure to have at least a glass of water every half hour, and within two hours I was desperate enough that I couldn’t sit still. Finally, when I couldn’t think about anything else, I stood up and opened the flood gates in an instant. I felt massive relief as the pee flowed so freely, my muscles were so tired from holding that they had no control over the flow whatsoever, I could even feel my pee just gushing with every breath I took! I stood there for my lovely time of bliss, peeing full force for an entire 45-60 seconds! That whole time my eyes trained on the amazing phenomenon that is peeing in a snowsuit: no matter how much you pee, it doesn’t even show a drop on the outside if you’re sufficiently bundled up. Astonishingly, I watched as the snowpants held all my secrets while I relished in the wave of warmth travelling down my legs. In the end, I took my clothes off to add them to the washing machine and found my jeans 100% soaked from the hips down. I think that’s a new personal record!!
    18 points
  33. Even though Lola was safe inside her tent the heavy splashes of the rainstorm raging outside were sounding menacingly loud as they were hitting the fabric walls of the woman’s shelter. Lola was feeling uneasy, not only because of the angry weather outside but she also had a major bladder problem that she had to solve before it was to late. The woman had just reached the mountaintop as dark, menacing clouds were forming above her. She saw the thunderstorm approaching from the distance and therefore, unable to rest, immediately proceeded to set up her tent in record time before the first drops began to moisten the landscape. Inside, her exhausting day finally came to a hold even though it wasn’t the peaceful, romantic alpine evening she was hoping for. Lola sighed exhausted and was happy to be safe insde the tent. Dehydrated she chugged the liquids of her water bottle down in no time. The hike, the heat, the stress and the internal panic attack of not making it before the rain would hit made her thirsty - and now, an hour later, with the storm outside getting stronger, Lola regretted every excessive drop she had drunk. The hiker was squirming inside her tent. It would’ve been so easy to just get out for a squat and let the grass tickle her butt. But much to Lolas disappointment, the rain had gotten painfully strong by then. Standing underneath it for less than a second would’ve been enough to soak the only clothes she had from top to bottom. Lola didn’t even bring a towel with her because … well, why should she have? Peeing into the bottle was an option she got rid of immediately, the opening was to narrow. The chances of accidentally peeing all over the plastic floor were high and Lola had no intention to ruin her newly purchased tent. She didn’t even have something to clean it up later. The risk of then having her tent smell like piss, maybe forever, wasn’t worth taking. So she waited, patiently, for the rain to finally stop but outside pretty much the opposite was happening. Thunder and lightning now flashed and echoed along the cold mountain walls. An eerie atmosphere was surrounding the woman, who was not enjoying the situation at all. In fact she was scared, maybe not to death, but still enough to start crying inside her tent. It was to much for her. All she wanted was a fun weeked adventure to escape her daily routine and now she found herself in this mess. The rain, the juice, the tears, the drops of urine that were slowly escaping her body, after “scary” the next best adjective to describe her situation would’ve been “wet”. Kneeled on her sleeping bag, with both hands down her pants, squeezing against her pee hole, the desperate woman was giving her best to hold on until the end of the storm, but was it ever going to end? This was the question that caused her much concern and judging by the intensity of the chaos raging outside there didn’t seem to be any signs of stopping. Lola was sweating. She needed to take a decision soon, her bladder wasn’t going to be patient for much longer, her thighs were getting sore from the squeezing and her fingers were already more moist than the outside of her tent. Drop after drop was dripping out of her pussy. What started as a result of occasional distraction was now becoming a frequent reminder that the warm liquids inside were begging to come out. In pain Lola gave it all to delay her relief. At that point though she knew that one thing was for certain: she was going to get wet. It was her decision now to decide how, by either peeing herself, by peeing insde the tent (which would then unavoidably cause her sleeping bag to soak up the puddle) or - or, get out in the rain and let the storm ruin all of her clothes meanwhile. It was clear that the last option was the obvious choice, Lola knew that since the beginning and yet she was still hesitant. The thought of getting completely soaked by heavy rain while getting punched in the face (and ass) by strong winds as lightning bolts were striking all around her was making her incredibly uncomfortable. “Better to get wet by rain than by peeing yourself!”, she thought and just like that a decision was made. The desperate need for relief had become much stronger than the fear of potentially getting killed by lightning. She probably had to take her clothes off once she got back in and spend the rest of the night naked in her sleeping bag. Fortunately, it was a warm one, this was a sacrifice she was willing to make. As this thought however crossed her mind an idea popped into her head: “Naked!” Hastily she began to take off one piece of clothing after the other. The cramped movements inside the narrow tent were making the woman scream in agony. She was so close to relief but still had to hold on for just a little more. Shoes, socks and sweater were the first to go. T-shirt and bra were next. Her bouncy breasts plummeted onto her chest once she ripped off her items all at once with an unnatural hurry. The stretching movements she had to do for this weren’t helping at all. Lola had to trust the remaining strength of her bladder muscles to do the job. “I need a fucking piss, damn it! Come on, Lola, hurry up!” Last to come off were pants and panties. Before she would do that she took a deep breath and pressed one hand against her crotch for two good seconds to make sure everything would stay in place. Sitting on the floor she took off what was left in the most hectic way possible. Lola was breathing heavily. Complaints and swear words were flying around inside the tent. The difficult challange of undressing was completed. All what was left now was to get out! Lola bended over to zip open the tent’s round “door”. And of course, she struggled with it. The naked girl was pulling way to hard which caused the zipper to get stuck in the fabric constantly. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”, she screamed angry. More and more spurts of urine were leaking out of her bare pussy. Lola had no time to stop it, she had to get that damned zipper open. Behind her, despite the rain, she could hear how the splashes were spraying all over her feet. After what felt like an enternity the entrance finally opened and the deafening sound of the rain entered the tent along with the cold and the creepy darkness from outside. Lola got up and stormed (pun not intended) out of her shelter. While doing so her left foot stepped on one of the many little, warm, puddles of urine on the tent’s floor making the woman slip and fall face forward into the wet grass. A youtube-worthy faceplant right into the mud. Her stomach slammed onto the ground - her bladder burst on the impact. It was like dropping an open waterballoon onto the floor. An explosion of piss shot out of the woman’s urethra, so strong that a bunch of spurts landed back inside the tent. Lola felt the immediate relief and showed no intention in stopping it anymore. She had endured the pain for to long now. Letting it all out she got up on her knees, and her painful liquids could finally run wild underneath the fury of the thunder gods. And what a great feeling it was! So much relief, and so much pain that were slowly vanishing. As were the tears on Lolas face and the mud that was covering her body. “Aaaah… heaven!”, she mumbled. Hours of agony finally came to a close, flushed away by a yellowish fountain of joy and pleasure. The hissing sound was louder than the rain hitting the grass. Her pee stream was strong, but not enough to withstand the heavy gusts of wind that were spraying the liquid gold all over her legs. Lola enjoyed seeing mother nature having fun playing with her pee stream. Quite an arousing sight. The raindrops on her naked body felt like little needle stings, the splashes stimulated her bladder only more and the rumbling booms of thunder blessed Lola with the most intense pee she’s ever had. Oh how she moaned. What an experience! However, as much of a sublime moment that was, Lola had no intention to stay one second longer underneath the deluge. Once her bladder felt empty she fled back inside and stayed there, dripping in water and piss until finally, after another abundat hour of rain, warm beams of light broke through the clouds. The day ended with a magical sunset and Lola drying her bare skin in the last rays of sunshine. It seemed like nature’s way of apologizing to Lola for having caused her this much discomfort … or maybe, just maybe it was a thank you from the mountain, for having graced it’s fertile ground with her delicious pee.
    18 points
  34. CuteCatGirlPantyPiss.mp4
    18 points
  35. Just writing a quick experience with a little challenge hold, since I had a some alone time. After drinking my coffee and plus a few glasses of water, I knew my bladder was ready to be encased with my inconvenient layers. Firstly, I put on a pair of panties, pantyhose and a back zipped one piece swimsuit - my usual go to base layers which I've grown accustomed to remove quite quickly. I decided to step it up a little and add my back zipped sports bra too. I wasn't done yet, I wanted to lock the zipper with my necklace and since everyone knows how painfully small the necklace clasps are, it was the perfect combination. This meant I needed the correct order of operations to remove my clothing. Next I put on a buttoned up shirt and high waisted skinny jeans with a belt, these jeans did no favours to my bladder given how tight they were. On top, I put on my Overalls and then hidden it all under my jumpsuit (plus another belt) like nothing was there - All in the name of delaying me from getting these layers off. After putting all my clothes on, I was already feeling the pressure, all my layers compressing against my poor bladder. It wasn't long before my bladder started nudging me about it's fullness as I continued to fill myself with liquids. Soon the nudging became nagging and screaming. My demeanor changed from shifting side to side to full on squirming or potty dancing. I knew I needed to go soon otherwise the challenge would be for naught, but I wanted to see how close I can get. After what felt like an eternity of waiting whilst bursting at a 9/10, definitely not 10/10 as that'll be totally wetting myself, I shuffled to the bathroom. Each step I took was deliberate and calculated as I felt each and everyone of those jolts. My frantic journey began, as I entered the final boss, hoping the latch key effect doesn't do me in. I began undo my jumpsuit buttons, my hands were moist from the sweat - trying to grip each of them out. Ripped my belt off while I clamped my legs together for dear life, I was so close yet so far. I knew I was in a pickle when I felt my muscles spasm, the feeling of an imminent leak. I quickly dropped the jumpsuit onto the tiles, next I unhooked my shoulder buckles and drop the overalls. At that point, I definitely knew I was seconds away from erupting, trying to under the second belt felt impossible, every tug made my bladders pleas worse. I managed to hold it in while I pulled the belt latch a bit tighter to get unhinged. I undid my jeans, pulled them down as far as I could, which wasn't far as they were clinging to the hosiery. I definitely remember I thought I was going to lose it around halfway through my layers. I cheated with my buttoned shirt, instead of unbuttoning I pulled it up and over, basically flipping it inside out. My necklace was a pain, grasping at the tiny clip was near impossible while squirming and trying not to wet yourself. Felt like it took me at least 5 minutes trying and stopping and trying again. I had no clue how I was still holding as I removed the last few layers. Basically one of the strongest streams I've had in a while, felt like a canon.
    18 points
  36. So, as some of you may have seen, i recently posted a request asking for thing I should try, since I had the house all to myself today, so i thought id write about what happened, for those who answered and may be curious. So, I started my day off like normal, using the toilet, eating breakfast, getting dressed and going for a run, I usually drink 500-600ml of water before a run, which is exactly what I did this time too, I had 600ml of water and then went for my run, I came back into the house and decided the first thing id do was the milovana holding challenge, I think i did pretty well, i got to Level 3, I was only wearing a pair of red underwear when i went, but it was fun, ill probably go into the live action omo at some point and do it again. The next thing i tried was a bit of public stuff, i waited an hour or so after the milovana challenge ended for me, I put on a pair of beige jeans, with some white ankle socks, and a dark blue thong, i was also wearing a white t shirt and a white hoodie, i put a chain through my belt loops of my beige jeans and using a padlock and key, locked myself in, i then put the key in the safe in my bedroom, locked the safe and went downstairs to drink some water, i drank 2 pints in 10 minutes, the waited an extra 30 minutes, i then grabbed my purse and my phone and drove to the supermarket to get my shopping done, which took me about 40 minutes, by which time my bladder was full and I was getting very desperate to use the toilet, I then had to go to another store to pick something up that id ordered, which took another 10 minutes, I then headed to a car maintenance shop, and i bought some new wiper blades, some dilute washer fluid, some engine oil and some air fresheners (yes my car actually needed these) and i desperately fitted the new blades and topped up the fluids, i got in the car and hooked up the new air fresheners, and then drove to my final place, the petrol station, i filled up with a full tank from empty, then when i went to pay i also bought 2 500ml bottles of pepsi and a car wash ticket, i paid for everything, whilst trying to make it not look obvious that i was desperate to piss, i went to my car, drove it round to the car wash machine, and parked my car up whilst it was being washed, i downed the two pepsis whilst the car was being washed and was really squirming around, and i felt like i was gonna piss myself any second, after a few minutes of the water jets being absolute torture for me, i had my first small leak, it wasnt obvious, but it was there, once the wash was finished i felt on the verge of pissing myself, and quickly drove home, i got in with no further events, however i needed to do a few things first before i could go to the toilet, i first made myself some food, i made some pasta and was desperately bobbing up and down with my legs tight together whilst it cooked, i had a leak when it was cooking and there was a defined, large stain on my jeans now, i then had to do the dishes, where i got another, larger leak, i tried to stop it, but it then evolved into a stream and then a flood, i couldnt control it anymore as my jeans got soaked with hot piss, as i stood there in erotic relief whilst washing the dishes, i finished pissing after a few minutes and i looked down at my soaked jeans and socks, and the huge puddle on the floor, i then sat down to eat my pasta, grabbed a towel to clean up the piss puddle, and then went upstairs to go play on my switch, and started to just pee regularly into my already soaked beige jeans, i then stopped having the urge to pee for a few hours, and my jeans and socks dried up a bit, i drank some more water, about another 2 pints and waited for it to be turned into pee, id spent a lot of my time gaming in my soaked jeans, so it was a little dark by now, so i decided to go for a little walk into the local park, didnt see anyone around, and could tell my bladder was decently full, so i let go, stood up in the middle of the park, there wasnt anyone around, but it felt super good that i was pissing myself in public, i stopped a bit early, and began to walk home in my twice piss soaked jeans, i again didnt see anyone, but it still felt pretty nice, i got inside, took my hoodie off, then went to my shower, and made myself upside down, and began to piss again, the piss dribble down my bra and t shirt and over and between my tits, dribbling onto my face too, felt super nice, i then unlocked myself and put my clothes in the wash, and then went to go masturbate in the shower and went to bed.
    18 points
  37. So, on a recent post, someone asked me to give an example of a time I wet myself in an online college lecture, so I just though I'd honour their request. So, it was a typical college day, I had to wake up a little early, at around 7am for a series of lectures I'd be having, so I woke up, used the toilet, had breakfast, was just some eggs and toast, got dressed, I was wearing a pair of dark blue panties, some grey leggings, white socks, black sports bra, and a white hoodie, and I grabbed a water bottle and went for my morning run, the water bottle I grabbed was 600ml, and I drank it before I got to my path, the whole length was about 3.5 miles, didn't feel any urge when I was on my run and I was back home after around 35 minutes, so the time was now 7:45, my first lecture was at 9, which gave me plenty of time, I took my clothes off, went for a shower, dried off, got dressed back into the exact same clothes as they weren't dirty or anything, brushed my teeth, went downstairs and put the kettle on, as I usually drink a lot during my online lessons and then decide during the lesson if I'm gonna hold or wet, I got some espresso grounds, put it in this coffee brewing jug I have, holds about 1L, and then grabbed a 2L jug, put 4 lemon and green tea tea bags in it, and filled it up to the top, I then added a little bit of sugar, stirred it in, then waited for the coffee and green tea to brew thoroughly, I started brewing them at 8:10, then whilst they brewed, I went upstairs to do my hair and makeup, Red lipstick, black eye shadow and mascara, then neutral tones for the rest of my face, my hair was wavy when I dried it, so I just brushed it a bit, which made my black hair look much prettier. I went back downstairs, at around 8:30, grabbed some ice cubes and put them in the green tea jug as i prefer it cold, then grabbed two mugs and took them up to my room, put them on my desk, then went back downstairs to grab the drinks, put them on my desk too, and then i went back downstairs to grab some of my washing, and then also grabbed another water bottle, a bag of pretzels and a fairly large pack of doritos, which was 600ml, and then headed up to my room for the final time, and I then closed and locked the door, it was about 8:35 now, so I had a bit of time to kill, so i started up a match on showdown, and then signed into the teams meeting and waited to be let in when the lesson started, i also started drinking and poured myself 500ml of coffee (I have it black) , and drank it by the time my lesson started, and then i started to develop a slight urge to pee, and i thought i may want to pee myself today, so since the lecture was just starting and nothing was actually happening, i ran out my room, grabbed a few towels from the cupboard, then ran back into my room closed and locked my bedroom door, then i turned my computer up so i could hear the lecture, i then went into my closet and picked out some more clothes in case mine got too wet, and i needed to change, ill go over what they were later, but i just threw them on the bed for the time being, i then prepared the towels, by putting them on the floor under my chair and desk, pulled my textbook, notebook and pen out and started to do the lecture as normal, and i poured myself another 500ml of coffee, which was the last of my coffee. I continued on with my maths lecture, which was 4 segments each lasting 30 minutes, with a 5 minute break in between each to use the bathroom, catchup with writing or ask questions, after the first segment, id finished my coffee, and moved onto my green tea, and poured myself a 500ml glass, and was starting to feel a little desperate, maybe a 6/10, and had my legs crossed and was bouncing a little bit, my camera and mic was off, so i didnt need to worry too much, the second segment came and id downed my green tea and began on my water, i was also eating some of the pretzels and doritos id bought so i would be thirsty, and it would be safer for me, after a fair amount of wriggling in my seat i made it through the second segment, and i was still able to understand everything clearly, and write things down, but i knew if i got desperate enough id get flustered and not be able to focus, so i knew id have to go voluntarily at some point, whether that was in my leggings or in the toilet, didnt matter to me. as the break ended and i entered into the third segment I was starting to struggle to focus, so i took my hand out of my crotch, separated my legs and didnt focus on holding, my body let go after only a few minutes, as a hot stream of piss started to flood out of me and soaking into my leggings, i fidgeted with my legs a bit, crossing them, holding them together, separating them, to make the pee stain as much as possible, i kept my hands out the way though as i needed to keep writing and typing and didnt wanna get pee over the study stuff, after a little while, i was finished, the towels and my socks were pretty wet, and my leggings and panties were soaked through, the seat had a big puddle on it too, and it was occasionally dripping down, the green tea started to really kick my kidneys into overdrive, and i was desperate again not long after id last gone, the 4th segment was just starting and i needed to pee again so i did the same thing, only this time i wasnt desperate enough for my body to go on its own, so i peed on purpose, and it was still a lot of piss and got my leggings, socks, panties and the towels even more wet, after that lecture i had a 30 minute break until my next lecture, so i left, got up out my seat to examine the damage and saw just how soaked i was, my leggings were dripping and they were almost completely soaked, so i grabbed a dry towel i put on my bed, took my leggings, socks and panties off, dried myself off, then got a pair of white panties, white socks and white jeans, my hoodie was also a little wet so i changed that too to a maroon hoodie, i then dried my seat off too and then drank a bit more as i waited for my second lecture, which was physics. i had drank the water bottle i had and also drank another 500ml of green tea before the next lecture, so i was already in need of a toilet when this lecture started, this one was 90 minutes with no breaks, so I just started to work like normal, continuing to drink green tea, and about an hour in im starting to feel desperate, so i plunge my right hand in my crotch, cross my legs and decide to try and make it through the lecture, about 50 minutes in i was really struggling, so i tried the same thing again, remove my hand and separate my legs, and try to stop holding on, and after a few minutes i had a small leak come out, then another slightly stronger leak, and then eventually i lost control completely and my piss started to hiss out and soak into my white jeans, turning them see through after only about 20 seconds, my piss was going strong for over a minute and eventually started to weaken, but kept going over the 2 minute mark, it was loud, it gave out a violent hiss, and then it weakened completely my white jeans were completely soaked and see through, my socks and my panties were see through too, i looked down and could see my skin colour shining through my soaked clothes and got very tempted to masturbate, but refrained from doing so, for the rest of the lecture i would willingly force out any pee that i felt was collecting in my bladder, soaking my jeans even more, the end of the lecture came by and I had one last lecture, economics, after another 30 minute break, so this time i took all my clothes off, went to the shower to wash the pee off my body and to play with myself a little bit, i then used a towel to dry myself off, i then also replaced the pee soaked towels on my floor with dry ones and threw them into a basket with the pissed clothes, i also cleaned my chair off too, i got changed into some new clothes, which was some white ankle socks, some black nike leggings, a black thong and a black sports bra, and then also a dark blue hoodie, this time, i drank the rest of my green tea and started to eat the rest of my snacks and just decided id be lazy and piss whenever, so during my economics lecture which was 90 minutes, i would feel a slight urge and just go in my leggings, i did this a fair few times, but the leggings would dry really quickly, so after my lecture, i had a few things to do around the house, so i kept the leggings on and kept peeing until the night came and showered and got changed. i did my washing, when i squatted down to put my things in the washing machine i let some pee out, when i was cooking i peed, when i was doing the dishes after i peed, the leggings absorbed a lot, but then dried super quickly, when i was reading at my desk i was regularly pissing, i played some animal crossing and mario kart 8 and was pissing myself, mario kart 8 also induced some rage piss. I then was heading to my room to get changed, showered off, masturbated, and then went to sleep.
    18 points
  38. This pair seems like a lot of fun to hang out with. Looks like they are down for the wetness. Two girls wet themselves outside.mp4
    18 points
  39. I’m so glad you’re enjoying it With her luck so far… Part 3 I was able to enjoy the rest of the show. The dull ache in my full bladder was only slightly distracting, but I was already squirming and jiggling my legs by the time it ended. “Ready, guys?” I asked. I was eager to leave that crazy venue. “Nah, let’s hang out for a minute!” said Jordan. “I just wanna get a drink. There isn’t a place like this back home. Plus I gotta pee.” “Me too,” Sandra said, then turned to me and Riley. “You guys just went, right? You wanna head to the bar and we’ll meet you?” I clenched my teeth. Me and Riley went downstairs and found much more extensive seating than I was expecting. We chose a booth and received similar cards to the ones we got in the stage area, little pencils and checkboxes and all. “Should I order shots?” Riley asked me. “If you want,” I said, crossing my legs. “Would you take some with me?” “I kinda wanna get this strawberry daiquiri,” I checked the box for it and crossed my legs the other way. “That didn’t answer my question,” she smirked. “Yes, I’ll do some shots with you, Riley.” “Yesss,” she checked the box. I noticed her print 12 under the quantity. “Whoa, how many did you put?” I asked, leaning forward. “Well, I know Jordan’ll want some. I figured four each…” “Are we trying to get sloshed?” “I dunno,” she giggled. “Well, you can have some of mine,” I said, changing my sitting position again. I was starting to have to go pretty urgently again, but there was no way in hell I was going back into those restrooms. Sandra and Jordan returned from the bathroom and we received our drinks, all the while I was trying to contain my fidgeting. “You guys got shots?” Sandra said, sounding disappointed. “Dude, you couldn’t wait to hit the hard stuff until we got to the hotel? I feel left out.” “I’ll drive the next trip we take,” Jordan said, pinching her cheek as she reached for a shot. “My stomach really hurts from that popcorn,” Riley said. “But do I care?” I finished my daiquiri and took a total of two shots, enough to get the room spinning. I’m not sure how much Riley had, but she was by far the drunkest out of all of us. My urge to urinate increased gradually over the course of the night, accelerated considerably by my intake of alcohol. I was scooting back and forth in my seat, sweating and eager to get to the hotel and relieve myself. “We ready to go?” I asked. “I wanna get something else,” Riley slurred, closing one eye and reading the card. “Aw, come on, man, I wanna drink too!” Sandra replied, “I hate being DD. Let’s just go to the hotel already.” I looked at Jordan. “How many shots did you take?” “I only took one,” she said. “Jeez, Riley, you’re nine shots deep already! Let’s fucking go!” Sandra and Jordan stepped out of the booth. Riley dropped her head on the table and giggled. “Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just wanna go to the hotel,” I was writhing and jiggling, my bladder pulsing with pressure. I reached the height of a wave of desperation as I was waiting for her to get up, struggling to keep myself from grabbing my crotch. She finally got up when Sandra grabbed her by the arm and helped her to the car at a painfully slow pace. I potty danced the entire drive there. When we finally pulled into the hotel, I was just about ready to piss myself. I frantically stumbled out of the car and paced around, shaking my hands at my sides and taking deep breaths. “Come onnn…” I begged, bending over and leaning on my knees. They were getting their stuff out of the car at a snail’s pace. My bladder was really full and sensitive. I could feel my waistband mercilessly pressing into it, smushing my tender pee baby. I grabbed mine and Riley’s stuff, a backpack and a suitcase, and rushed ahead of them to the front desk while they took their time. “Can I help you?” the desk lady asked me. I was fidgeting around, swaying my butt side to side. “Uh, one of my friends booked a hotel room, they’re about to be here.” They took forever to get there, then even longer to check in. I couldn’t keep still in the elevator. I was so embarrassed, but if I quit stepping around and squishing my thighs together I knew I was going to piss my pants. With the severity of my discomfort, I was almost weighing the pros and cons of that possibility. It was once again starting to cause me pain to hold it in. “I think I’m gonna throw up,” Riley said suddenly. “What? In here?” Sandra sounded alarmed. “I don’t know.” “Holy fuck,” Jordan started laughing. As soon as the elevator doors opened, Sandra had my sister by the hand and was guiding her to the room. Once she unlocked the door, the two went straight to the bathroom. Riley hunched over the toilet bowl while Sandra held her hair back. I stood in the doorway, ready to cry. I was holding my crotch at this point and kicking around, my extremely full bladder howling with urgency. It hurt. Jordan gently shoulder bumped me. “Why don’t you just take the sink?” she said. “I can’t do that!” I replied, hurriedly taking my hands out from between my legs. I balled them into fists at my sides, stepping side to side. Suddenly, Sandra was in front of me. “Take care of your sister, please? I’m gonna get a drink.” The way she said it made me angry. I never asked her to take care of my sister. Busting to pee, I shut the bathroom door and sat on the side of the tub, right next to Riley. I held myself and gyrated my hips, digging the edge of the tub into my crotch. Riley hadn’t thrown up, but she was groaning over the bowl. I unbuttoned my pants. “Hey, Riley, I have to go really bad, can I just use the toilet real quick? It’ll be so quick.” She didn’t reply. Her eyes were closed, her face scrunched up in discomfort. “P-please…” I said, sticking my hand in my underwear and squeezing tight, bouncing on my butt. “I really don’t think I can wait much longer… Riley, please, it hurts.” “My stomach hurts…” she mumbled. “I know, I’m sorry, I just…” I winced, my tortured organ screaming to be drained. My urethra was so exhausted. A wave of pain and urgency wracked my urinary system. “Mmmph! It-it’s an emergency…” I held my breath, letting out a choked squeak. “It’s really bad…” I waited a minute, squirming in agony. Still, there was no relief for me or my sister. I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. My hands stuck in my pants squeezing my privates , I hobbled over to the sink, dropped my pants, and pulled myself up. Again, finding myself so far out of my comfort zone, I could barely pee. I started dribbling after an agonizing couple of minutes, my hand gently applying pressure to my bulging, screaming bladder. I was forcing myself to take deep breaths, trying any meditative thing I could think of to keep the flow going. Suddenly, Jordan busted into the bathroom. I frantically hopped off the sink and yanked my pants up, having gotten barely any urine out. The crotch of my underwear got saturated again. “What the hell is taking you guys so long?” she slurred. “I gotta piss like a racehorse!” Sandra was standing in the doorway giggling. I thought I was going to start crying right there. Bent over, I held my crotch tight, unable to think about anything other than the unbearable pounding in my bursting bladder. “Riley, if you still haven’t ralphed yet, you’re probably not going to,” Jordan said, pushing her to the side a little. “Please move, I gotta pee.” “Just give her a minute!” I said, trembling from head to toe in desperation. If anyone was going to kick my sister off the can to piss, it was going to be me. Jordan looked down at my legs, which were crossing and uncrossing like crazy. “Holy shit, you’re still holding it!?” she laughed. “Stoppp!” I groaned, forcing myself to stop holding my crotch. I stormed out of the bathroom and curled up in a fetal position on the bed, doing math in my head in a desperate attempt to distract myself. Pretty soon, I couldn’t even do that. I was whining and grunting, writhing around on the bed while tears streamed down my face. I punched the mattress with the hand that wasn’t gripping my crotch. I bit the bedsheet and pulled on it in frustration and discomfort, my bloated belly swollen with way too much urine. It hurt so bad, I couldn’t take it. I wanted to piss myself. The searing agony I was enduring was practically blinding. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to pee so badly in my entire life as I did at that moment. I stuck both of my hands in my underwear and squeezed my vagina as tight as I could. In the end, all my struggling was for nothing. I felt myself start uncontrollably leaking, rapidly strengthening to a full-on stream jetting against my hands and saturating my pants with hot urine. I gasped, horrified, leaping off the bed and sprinting into the bathroom, unable to stop. Everything was a blur. Someone was sitting on the toilet when I ran in, so I frantically stumbled into the bathtub. I was crying and humiliated, but the bliss of draining my tortured bladder was overwhelming. I couldn’t help but let out a moan, my knees buckling a little, urinating hard into my pants. My pants were absolutely soaked. Golden liquid splattered against the floor if the tub, puddling and streaming into the drain. As I blinked some of the tears out of my eyes, still pissing myself, I looked up at everyone. My sister was passed out on the floor. Jordan was sitting on the toilet, mouth agape and eyes wide watching me, and Sandra had her hands cupped over her mouth. I’d never felt such embarrassment. My body froze up in shame, stemming the flow and once again leaving me with an aching bladder and a burning peehole.
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  40. Well, as the topic title suggests, I am making an omorashi computer game. This is not my first attempt at building such a game. Actually, HD Wetting was originally going to be a game, not a video site. Way back in 2006 I started developing a game that I intended to be similar to the Sims, only with a focus on desperation and wetting. This game was massively ambitious, but I still managed to reach the point where all the key elements of the game play were in place. I was definitely approaching the point where that game would have been complete, but all the assets for that game were stored on a single hard drive. That hard drive, unfortunately, quite literally went up in flames. Here are the only surviving assets from that attempt- bridge.bmpDoors.bmpHouse Roof.bmpgrass tile.bmpInterior Walls.bmpLarge Windows.bmpRoad 3.bmproad tile 2.bmpShore Tiles.bmproad tile.bmpSidewalk Tiles.bmpSmall Tiles.bmpWall tiles.bmptree.bmpwater tile.bmp After all the work that had gone into that game, only to lose all of it, I was left completely defeated, with no desire to start again from scratch. The idea of an omo game stayed with me, though, and over the following years I kept thinking about how one could do such a game in a way that would be fun, but not massively ambitious. Eventually I game up with an idea that seemed very doable. It would be a 2D adventure game, similar to the old Sierra Quest style games, only a bit more modern. I reached out for help at that time, and @Bombality even reached out to start helping me with some of the art assets for that game. Unfortunately, the pandemic then became a big deal. I ended up losing multiple close family members in the early days of the pandemic, plus suffered a giant blow to my mainstream video business. Between financial struggles and grief I had just had no room to be working on such a game. The idea for the game was still a good one, at least in my opinion. So, now that life is finally settling down a bit, I decided to get back into it. Though I'm not much of an artist, this time I'm going to try to do all the art assets and everything else with the game myself. This way I don't get into a situation where I am depending on someone else, or have a team that is waiting on me if I have to slow down with the game development for a while. This is going to be a hobby for me, something to work on in my spare time. It isn't going to be great. Like I said, I'm not much of an artist, and I'm going to cut several corners to reduce the labor involved, but that way there is more of a chance that the game will actually get done. The game itself is going to be a 2D isometric game with hand drawn graphics. As the player, you will have the ability to control a character who will be able to grow desperate and have accidents as you attempt to solve the game's mystery. Right now, my plan is to hopefully allow players to choose if they would like to play as a male or female character, but this is still going to be a lot of work. Each playable character will need to be able to move in 8 different directions. In addition to those walk cycle animations, the character will need to be able to stand facing in each of those directions, and be desperate in each of those directions. Then, they will need a full set of these sprites for each outfit they are able to wear and each state their outfit can be in (if they are wet) for example. Overall, for each playable character, this comes to 248 hand drawn frames. Obviously, this is going to be a long term project. Here is a preview of the first walk cycle animation for the female player character- The frame rate in this sample is a bit high, and in game there will be a few things that will make the animation seem smoother, like blending frames to create between frames giving the illusion of smoother motion and a higher frame rate (similar to how film is double flashed to create an illusion of smoother motion). I'll continue to share updates and progress on this project in this thread, as well as eventually share playable builds of the game as they come together. Feel free to share your thoughts or feedback with me, or just encouragement, or feel free to bug me if too much time has gone by without any progress.
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  41. I have been sick all weekend.. drinking a bunch of tea. Well I just finally got up after not peeing for hours and as soon as I stood up I had the urge to go really bad and a huge squirt of pee came out when I straightened my back up completely… I peed on myself and I was trying to but it really turned me on to have an accidental accident and now I don’t wanna use the toilet I’m gonna see if I can wait a little long we and if I leak a lil more so I can masterbate really good in my wet shorts. I’ll be posting the masterbating only my on only fans @serenitysinssforyou3
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  42. The other day, I decided to be naughty and start a hold before I went grocery shopping, so that I could get a large drink at the attached Starbucks and get quite desperate while a short distance away from home. I have a very large bladder, and the closest I'd ever gotten to a real accident was a few large leaks caused by stretching followed by giving up and deciding to let go in an intentional hold, so I knew I'd be safe from having a genuine accident in the store. I put a pull-up on under my black leggings and long Fall coat anyways, though, as I knew I wanted to induce an accident in it once I got home, and could leak without worrying about getting the floor or my clothes wet at the store. I drank a liter of water and coffee before I left, and had to go decently badly, maybe a 5/10. I crossed my legs a little while I took note of what groceries I needed, but could keep my composure just fine as I left. I drove the 2 blocks to the store, and got a 20 oz iced apple-flavoured coffee for my journey through the store. I sipped it slowly at first, but as the milk mixed in better it tasted nicer, so I drank about half the coffee as I walked around. By the time I was nearly done, I was trying to cross my legs or press my thighs together as casually as possible, and was close to holding myself when no one was around. I thought about letting some pressure off a few times, but lost my nerve when other people walked into the aisle, so I kept holding it all. I went through the checkout and packed my items just fine, I think the stress of hurrying to put it away and not hold the line up had overridden my need to pee, but I felt it full force again as I left the store. I put my groceries in my passenger seat so they'd be easy to grab on my out of my car when I got home, and went to put my shopping cart away. The cart return was only a few feet from my car, but as I pushed it in, I felt the first leak. The pull-up meant I was safe from it being noticeable, but I still hurried back into my car. The little pressure I had let off was a relief, and I downed the last of my coffee before starting my car and leaving the parking lot. The first time I went out in pull-ups, I purposely tried to leak into them while driving, but could only manage it while relaxing completely at a very long red light. This time it was easy, it was unintentional but I was loving it. I had to go badly enough that my body was deciding for me that I could stand to let a little out along the drive. I let another small leak out as I drove over the bumpy entrance to my apartment's parking lot, and drove to my spot near the back. My legs were shaking as I turned my car off and went around to the passenger side to grab my bags. With the coverage of my car door, I grabbed myself and crossed my legs for a moment before lifting my bags and carrying them to the door. I had to keep my composure, as some chatty neighbours were in the parking lot as well, and joked with me about carrying a few large grocery bags at once. Little did they know I was squeezing my legs together as I walked, to put off the inevitable accident until I had some privacy. When I got inside, I walked to the elevator and saw it was at the 5th floor. I pressed the button and waited, but with my 2 armloads of grocery bags, I wasn't able to hold myself at all, and a few small leaks were working their way out into the pull-up. This continued after the elevator arrived and brought me to the top floor, I wasn't able to stop all the small leaks from coming out. I prepared my key while I was on the elevator, not wanting to fumble it too much at the door and have an accident just outside my apartment. I got in just fine, and rushed to put away anything that needed to go in the fridge or freezer while holding myself with one hand. The leaks were all still small, so my pull-up was still mostly dry. I rushed to my room to change into the outfit I had wanted to wear to have the accident in, dark red leggings and a black skirt. I leaked a tiny bit more while getting changed, but was mostly fine, so I poured my last glass of water and went out to my balcony. My balcony has tinted glass railings, and is on the top floor, so it has relatively good privacy and prevents the need to clean up puddles on the floor. I drank my water as quickly as I could, knowing I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. At this point I was squirming and pee-dancing like crazy, holding myself and grabbing at the front of my skirt to try to hold it in. After a few minutes, my body gave in, and I flooded the pull-up past its capacity, leaking down the backs of my thighs. The relief was short-lived though, since I hadn't let it all out. I figured I'd let the rest out and see how badly the pull-up kept leaking, since I was already in wet pants. The relief was beautiful, I'd had to go so badly before, and the warm rush through the pull-up and the tingling feeling as the padding soaked it in felt fantastic. Then I took a step forward, and the seal that had been keeping my accident inside the pull-up broke, and piss came flooding down my legs and soaking my leggings, leaving a telltale dark patch all down my legs. It even started leaking from the top, hiding the fact that I was padded at all as it soaked the previously dry area right between my legs. As I let the last of it out, the pull-up was not going to hold anything else, and I found myself soaked to my ankles, with the only sign of having been padded being the relatively small size of the puddle on the ground. After I was done, I changed into a full-size adult diaper that I used freely for the rest of the night and next morning, as this accident obviously meant I needed it
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  43. Nothing to see, but a former Miss Nevada talks about peeing in her dress, on stage, at the US Pageant. Starts at 12:30 I haven't done any digging on this, but it she mentions having a streak in her spray tan from the incident. It would be great to find a shot of that.
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  44. It'd been a few days since I got to get all padded up, so yesterday I saved my morning pee until put a diaper on around noon and used it as often as I felt an urge till around 4! I also put a cute outfit on with it to take some photos! Enjoy my slightly schoolgirl-themed outfit as you catch a peek of my saggy diaper under my skirt and I have to reveal to you that I wet my diaper and I need a change
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  45. Hey, so since I am new to this community (not new to the kink) I figured id start off with a few of my most enjoyable ones I've had, this happened pretty recently, think possibly this week or last weekend, regardless, I hope you enjoy. So I'm fairly athletic, I do a few sports regularly and I also go to the gym and go for runs and cycles, and so I have done things similar to this before, and continue to do them. It was around 7pm, I had gotten back from work about 45 minutes ago and I was just unwinding and getting ready to go on a run for the evening, I didn't bother changing my panties, as I was gonna sweat a fair bit so there was no point changing into clean ones, at the time I was wearing some white panties, I put on some white ankle length socks, a dark red sports bra, a white t shirt, a black hoodie, some black gym shark leggings, and some black high top converse, grabbed my phone, a water bottle and my airpods and went outside, it was raining very heavily, no matter, and I went to walk towards the cycle path, at this point I remembered that I hadn't used the toilet since my work break at 3pm, but I didn't need to pee too badly so I didn't worry, I was trying to get my water down me before I started running, as there was a bin at the start and I didn't want to take the bottle with me, after walking about 5 minutes, I got to the path, and finished off my 600ml water and threw the bottle in the bin and went on to do my run, which consisted of 1.5 miles there and 2 miles back on a different path. All was going pretty well, still had the urge to pee, but I'm not too fussed about having small leaks whilst exercising as I know its fairly normal, I've leaked whilst doing split squats, I know its nothing to worry about, but a fair amount of time later my urge to pee was getting really strong, I'd ran a little bit over a mile at this point, and although I wasn't too fussed about having leaks, it was becoming fairly likely that it may be a bit more than a leak or two. I got to the 1.5 mile point and was REALLY feeling the urge, for the last 10 minutes id been stopping occasionally to cross my legs and hold my crotch, the rain was still coming down really heavy and id been running through puddles on the way there, and I knew the other path I was taking home was prone to flooding, and I knew that it was gonna become really distracting for me, so I walked over to a bench where I would normally take a quick break, when I had the idea just to let go, after all I had plenty of reasons to, I have a piss kink, I was wearing all black so the moisture wouldn't show up, I was already fairly wet from the rain and the moisture from it wasn't showing up on my leggings and since the weather was a bit gloomy, no one was around to see me doing it, so when I was sat down, I separated my thighs, put my left hand on my hip, held my phone in my right hand, went to the clock and started the stopwatch and began to let loose, I felt my hot piss shoot out and start to soak into my leggings, my pee began to warm me up a lot which felt super good as I squeezed my thighs together and felt the stream change course and warm and soak other parts of my legs and leggings, I crossed my legs too and it felt really good again, I then decided to stand up and push with full force as it sprayed down my legs and drenched my leggings, my panties were soaked and my pee had started to get my socks wet too as I felt the stream start to dribble down into my converse and get my socks wet, I then sat back down again and enjoyed the last bit of my stream with my thighs squeezed together, my stream finished and I stopped the stopwatch as it read 2 minutes and 41 seconds, I felt incredible, felt a bit naughty too, my bum and legs felt really nice and warm too, I stood up and carried on with my walk on the 2 mile path, as usual it was flooded, but I carried on, and I started to get another urge to pee, but I didn't care and carried on, as my shoes sloshed through the water as it eventually got deep enough to submerge my legs, about halfway up my calves, I kept going on until I got back to the start, and I sat down again for another short rest, I needed to pee again, but I decided to hold it a bit longer, after a few minutes I stood up and began to slowly walk back to my house, but I was putting full force on trying to pee (I can often find it a little difficult to pee, its a mentality thing, I can do it fine in a shower, just not in public and fully dressed, after about 14 seconds of trying I managed to get the stream going, and kept pushing to make it stronger, as the stream was a little week, but it eventually became stronger as I walked home, it felt pretty nice as I felt it rush down my legs, and my bladder was empty after about a minute and I walked home, when I got inside, my dad greeted me and said food was ready, which felt a little weird interacting with him whilst soaking in my own piss, but I followed him through to the kitchen and saw my two brothers also sat down, as I sat down with them to eat, which again felt kinda weird since I had peed myself not even 15 minutes ago, I finished my food, went upstairs to my room and had another idea, I took my converse off, grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom to take a shower, I only took my hoodie, t shirt and sports bra off, but kept my socks, panties and leggings on, hopped in the shower, and started to shower with my clothes on, I rubbed my legs and leggings with the flowing hot water, and cleaned them off a bit, same with my socks, I took both of them off, threw them in the sink and then did the same with my panties, although I should admit, when I did my panties, rubbing with the hot water, I got a bit carried away and had a very enjoyable time ; ) I finished cleaning off, had a normal shower, grabbed my towel, wrapped it around myself, grabbed my clothes and headed to my room to dry off, i threw the clothes in a basket, dried off, put some new clothes on to relax in, (light green leggings, same white sports bra, new white ankle socks) and I took my wet clothes down and put them in the dryer, they came out dry, didn't have the clean clothes smell, but didn't smell of sweat or pee either, so I deemed them clean, and I'm currently wearing the same outfit now (except the shoes), theres something about it that makes wearing them feel really good, something about peeing and showering in them and then drying them and wearing them again is a really nice feeling. Anyway, thats the end, I hope you enjoyed, as I'll be writing two more to sum up my 3 best experiences so far, and then I'll be swapping to talking about experiences as they happen.
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  46. Hey, so this is the second of my 3 best personal experiences, so if you wanna go check the other two out, just check my profile, ive explained the whole thing better in my first one, anyways hope you enjoy. So I had been invited out for food by a few friends of mine, so I decided to dress a bit nicer than I usually do (leggings and a top to fit the weather, so either a sports bra or crop top, t shirt or a hoodie), so I started off with some basic white socks and a black thong, and then a dark blue bra, I then put on some tight beige jeans, followed by a white t shirt and some white and red airforce 1's, and then wore some jewellery, I wore two, silver chain and blue gemstone necklaces, a silver watch, some silver and blue gemstone earrings, and my basic silver lip piercings, I then did my makeup, just some basic red gloss lipstick, black eyeshadow, mascara, and some neutral tones for blush and such. I then waited around a bit until I needed to leave, I grabbed my keys to my car (1997 BMW, leather seats) and drove into town to go meet my friends at the restaurant, I arrived and my friends were already there, I sat down with them, and for your sake, I'll gloss over how the meal went, I know what you're here for ; ). So, just normal stuff, talked, laughed, ate, that sort of thing, it was a fairly warm day and all 4 of us had drank a fair bit, I had 4 pints of pepsi, and when we left, I didn't really have the urge to pee, so I didn't go at the restaurant, and as we were leaving, one of my friends had asked me to give them a lift, they lived about 45 minutes away from town and about 30 minutes away from my house, so I agreed since I hadn't seen her for a while, and thought it would be nice to catch up, the ride was really nice, I was having my urge to pee grow gradually, but wasn't anything too bad, but it was there, I dropped my friend off and my urge to pee wasn't anything super urgent, but it was building, so I asked my friend if I could come in to use her toilet, but she replied that, her parents didn't like her bringing friends over and said that I couldn't, I'd been round before and knew this was the case, so I accepted it and drove home, it 'should' have been only a 30 minute drive at most, however the side of the dual carriadgeway I was driving back on was heavily congested due to construction, what a pain, I had moved maybe about 10 miles in the 30 minutes it would have normally taken me (its a 30 mile distance), and the urge to pee was growing a lot, and started to become worrying, I just held my crotch with my right hand, so I could still steer and change gear (my car is a manual), but I was getting more and more desperate by the minute, after about another 10 minutes, it started to ease up a bit, but was still stop and start, and was still getting more and more desperate, another 10 minutes went by and I was nearly at my exit, but I was unbelievably desperate now, I was still stopped when I had my first leak, I panicked a little and desperately squeezed my crotch to stop it, and after about a second it stopped, I briefly removed my hand and separated my thighs to see the damage and I saw a moderately sized stain, I huffed as I grabbed my crotch and squeezed my thighs shut once again, and then, after only about another minute or two, a small stream started to flow, but I just couldn't stop it, as the flow started to get stronger and stronger and I couldn't stop it, I gasped and kept my hand in my crotch as my hot piss gushed out of me and through my beige jeans and fingers, there was a large puddle forming on my seat and dripping off the front, and onto the floor of the car, the stain on my crotch was growing bigger and bigger by the second and there was an audible hiss as my piss thundered out of me, it eventually stopped after feeling like forever, my car was still stationary, but I felt much better now, and just relaxed as I let out a sigh, I was stuck in my car for another like 15 minutes until I pulled up to my drive, I took a photo and then headed inside, I then took a few more photos when I got inside, I took my shoes off and then headed to my room, luckily my brothers were in school and my parents were out too, I took my jewellery off, and took my socks and my top and bra off, then grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom to take a shower, I looked at myself in the mirror in my piss soaked beige jeans and felt instantly horny, I showered with my clothes on and rubbed the water in (I did this in my previous one, not sure why, but if i shower with pissed clothes on, then throw them in the dryer and then wear them again, its like wearing peed clothes, without them smelling of pee, or being stained or wet with pee), then took them off, showered my legs off normally, was just my legs cause I had already showered that day, didnt need to clean anything else and i didnt wanna have to do my hair or makeup again. I wear them occasionally as to not get them dirty so I dont need to wash them, or else theyll lose the feeling that they give me, but everytime ive worn them going out ive been in a great mood. Hope you enjoyed this one too, Im writing one more and have another one already written if you want more, as I said its better explained in my first one. But after the next one, I'll be writing my experiences as they come.
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  47. There is another good one on her twitter. There is no audio in this, but the quality of Wetting makes up for it. zww.mp4
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