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  1. Ok. More girls :) These are only one I have. In a long period. First pink pants wetting happened, when I and my sister told my bf about my first pee accident years ago. He wanted to see how I look with wet pants and took some pics. We played cards, drank some beer and I wasn´t allowed to use his toilet before wetting my jeans. So I did it purposely... "Cool, you really peed!" He said!!! Case too... Those sand coloured and little bit glistenin jeans are my favorite! I think they fit me perfectly. One late evening, when I was out and little "tipsy", it just happened. I was walking home alone in agony and minute or two before my place pee ran out. That was second (bigger) pee accident in my adult life. That fabric in those jeans is very odd. Pee ran through them on the ground. They also almost totally dried while I walked those couple hundred meters home!! No one saw me luckily. Like I have told, I don´t enjoy my own wettings and least accidental wettings. However I took pic of my wet clothes, because of that odd fabric I had invented (...and I can always pretend them someone elses like that night, when I sniffed them and enjoyed ;) . And now I took selfie to you all, how I was wearing that night.
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  2. I found this nice double leggings wetting video from internet. HD Quality. Double Leggings Wetting.mp4
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  3. WARNING: Story will contain both male and female desperation. Probably 70% female, 30% male. I actually generally write male desperation, but I really wanted to post a story on this website, and since female desperation is way more popular, I thought I'd take a shot at it. It's good to get out of your comfort zone anyway, right? ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER ONE "...Interesting enough, there seems to be a common pattern running through the city of Greenwich. The number of people losing control of their bladders has increased reportedly. Over the span of a month, urologists have been contacted more than they've ever been contacted in a year. Most of the "victims" have been between the ages of 17-25..." Eva Whitemoore leaned forward, thighs pressed tight together. The news today was just plain weird. Bladder issues? Really? Were the news people that out of good gossip that they had resorted to talking about adult wettings? Eva rolled her eyes, and shifted her bum on the couch. She kind of had to pee too, but she'd been so engrossed by the "weird news" that she'd put it off for a while. She was 22-years old with sunshine blonde hair, a curvy figure, and bright green eyes. She was working her way to becoming a professional lawyer. Due to her high expectations and dream job, she was extremely critical about what the media fed her. She saw right through their ploys. Seriously. Bladder desperation. There's an Ebola crisis going on, and you're telling me people are peeing themselves? The news people really had to get their priorities straight. Still, Eva had nothing better to do on a Monday night, so she decided to keep watching. "Let's talk to 19-year old Kelsey Wilkins. She was one of the victims of this new bladder epidemic. Tell us, Kelsey, how did this wetting exactly happen?" A girl showed up on the screen, eyes frantic. "There's literally a problem going on in this world. I'm serious. It's not that my bladder is any weaker or anything, but even though I'm not drinking anything, my bladder decides to get really full! Like, I was sitting in class, and I'd only drunk half a water bottle, but I started getting this pressure like I'd been drinking gallons and gallons..." Tears leaked in her eyes. "I tried to hold it, but when you need to pee that bad, eventually your bladder just gives out." The reported took the mic back. "This is just one of the many cases we've faced the past month. All victims reported that they hadn't drank that much, but slowly, and gradually, their bladder filled up like they had been drinking copious amounts. Once again, the victims were all between 17-25, concerning both genders...although so far, there is a higher ratio of females reporting this incident than males." Eva rolled her eyes. Even if this was true, bladder control was not the primary concern of Greenwich right now. There'd been a local robbery awhile back. Couldn't they focus on that? Sick of the news, Eva stood up to relieve herself. Her bladder was full and hard in her abdomen, but her bathroom was only a few meters away, so she wasn't worried. After all, unlike half of the people in Greenwich, she could actually hold her pee like a normal adult. However, when she reached the bathroom door, she realized it was locked. She could hear the shower running. Eva's bladder pulsed softly, and she rubbed her legs together briefly. "Who's in there?" she called. "Bug off, Eva!" Ah, her lovely brother, Brandon. "I need to pee!" Eva complained. "Can't you hold it?" For a moment, the shower stopped running, and the door opened a crack. Brandon's face popped out. His hair was dripping wet. "Don't tell me, the bladder epidemic has got to you too?" Eva straightened up. Her bladder groaned, and she pressed her thighs tighter together. "You heard about that too?" "Sure did." "It's completely stupid, isn't it?" Eva said. "Instead of just admitting that no one in Greenwich was properly potty trained, they blame it on some sort of suspicious thing going around." Brandon's eyes widened. "Wait? You don't believe it?" "Of course not." Eva crossed her arms. "Don't tell me you do?" "Of course I do." Brandon lowered his voice. "I witnessed it firsthand. You know the Philosophy course I'm taking, right? Well, there was this hot girl in there, Amanda I think, and she was totally fine one minute...and then, she started squirming around, and..." Brandon's voice got excited. "She openly held herself and everyone could tell she was about to burst, but the professor wouldn't let her leave." Eva narrowed her eyes. "You make it sound like the prospect of her peeing herself is exciting." "It's pretty hot," Brandon informed her. "Anyway. It's not just a prospect. She actually pissed herself. Her jeans were soaked and all." That was pretty odd. But once again, Eva still didn't think it could be a real problem. She was pretty sure this was just some sort of weird strike people were on for some weird thing, and she couldn't be bothered to actually consider it as something serious. The ISIS? Yes, that was a problem. World-killing disease? A problem. Local bank robbery? Problem. Adult wettings? Not so much. "She probably just drank too much before," Eva said. "I don't know..." Brandon said uncertainly. "It's all over the news..." "Government conspiracy," Eva joked. Then she said, "Okay. Since you're clearly not showering, can I go pee real quick?" Brandon stuck his tongue out. "I am showering!" Then he slammed the door shut. What a child, Eva thought, her bladder pounding in dissatisfaction. Her brother was 18-years old, but he acted like was five most of the time. Knocking her knees together a little, Eva glared at the door. She really had to pee. Luckily, her house had another bathroom. Giving herself a quick squeeze for comfort, Eva ran upstairs to the bathroom in her bedroom. But when she pushed on the door handle, it wouldn't budge. It was locked too. And the shower was running again. "Shit," Eva pressed her legs together, one leg crossing swiftly over the other. The only other person that could be occupying the bathroom was her younger sister Rose. Rose was 17, and the most sensitive and caring person Eva knew. Unlike Eva and Brandon, who fought all the time, Rose was practically the light in the family. She didn't say a hurtful word about anyone, and Eva and Brandon both had this instinctive protectiveness over her. Not wanting to bother her sister in the shower, Eva sat down on the edge of her bed and waited. By now, her legs were clenched tightly together, and she could feel her jeans cutting into her full abdomen. God, she had to pee. Her bladder was full and hard under her clothing, pulsing harder and harder at the sound of the running shower. Eva squirmed a little, her face getting hot. Okay, well, at least you know this isn't that stupid bladder epidemic thing. You just put it off for too long. Eva berated herself for getting too sucked into the news, and for drinking three full glasses of ginger-ale beforehand, because god, was she feeling it. Pressing her thighs tight together, Eva rocked a little on the edge of the bed. Her bladder was achingly cramped and taut against her jeans, and she crossed her legs once more, tightly pressing them together. After a few minutes, she regained control of her bladder, although neither her sister or her brother had come out of the shower yet. Even though her bladder was still achingly full, she was holding it quite fine now - just with a little shifting and rocking required... "I swear to god, if Brandon had just let me pee...." Eva muttered to herself. "I wouldn't be in such discomfo- oof!" Eva bent forward, her eyes widening. Her bladder was suddenly filled with tremendous pressure, more than Eva had felt in her entire life. If her bladder had been full before, it was now overfull. Eva squeezed hard, pressing both fingers hard against the crotch of her jeans. Her body trembled, tense and wired - she had never felt such an overwhelming need to pee before. Oh, god, okay, she needed to pee right now. Eva stood up quick, but gravity hit her bladder even harder, and she squeezed her eyes shut, legs tangled tight together like a pretzel. The tops of her thighs grinded against each other, one hand pressing hard at her crotch. It felt like her pee was on the verge of spilling out and soaking her jeans. What the hell? Eva let out a soft moan, squeezing her legs together and hobbling toward the bathroom door. How did this happen? I swear I didn't drink this much... She knocked harshly on the door. "Rose! Please come out!" she pleaded. She hated acting this weak, but she was literally about to pee herself. "I'm about to pee myself! Please!" She didn't know why this was happening. Sure, her bladder had been full before, but now it felt like she'd just drank four full water bottles on top of it... The stupid bladder epidemic, Eva realized with a grimace. Okay. So maybe there was some truth to it. Eva couldn't think about that right now. "Rose! Please!" Her other hand joined her at the crotch, pressing as hard as she could. The shower turned off, and Rose called, "One minute!" "Ohhh," Eva moaned. "I can't hold it for one minute." Her bladder felt so full it was seriously crazy. The young future lawyer danced desperately in front of the door, her legs squeezing, uncrossing, recrossing, her hands pressing harshly against her crotch, her thighs trembling with desperation... Oooh, I have to go! Rose, hurry up! Eva was nearly in tears when Rose opened the door, a towel wrapped around her body. "Eva?" She said with concern. "Are you oka-" "Move aside!" Eva cried, rushing forward past her sister. She slammed the door shut behind her, and danced in front of the toilet for a moment. "I'm seriously going to piss myself," Eva moaned. Her fingers were pressed tightly between her clenched thighs, and she didn't want to remove either hand to unzip her jeans. "Oh, please, please..." Eva whimpered as a stream of pee slipped out. She ground her hands harder against her crotch. "Hold it, hold it..." In one swift motion, she reached for her zipper and tugged hard. Nothing happened. What the .... No. No. This couldn't be happening. Eva tugged harder, again and again, but her zipper wasn't budging. It didn't make sense. These were one of her most expensive jeans, so the zipper was generally smooth and rarely got stuck. How could this be happening? She didn't have time to think about her zipper. Her bladder pulsed harder, and another long stream of pee seeped between her tightly clenched fingers. There was no visible signs, but she could feel it, warm and moist against her skin. "Fuck, shit, hell," She cursed about every curse word there was. Both of her hands were jammed back in her crotch, and she bounced from foot to foot, wondering what the hell she should do. What am I supposed to do? Tears of desperation watered her eyes. I can't go pee outside, or in the shower, or ANYTHING because my stupid zipper is...is...Eva moaned, squirming feverishly, face flushed with perspiration. Unsure of what to do, Eva crouched down on the bathroom floor, both of her hands wedged in her crotch. She rocked back and forth, moaning and squirming, trying in vain to get her zipper down once more. But it was no use. Eva bent forward, face heated with desperation... She had to pee. Unable to hold it back anymore, Eva let out a loud groan, and pee gushed out from between her pressed fingers and soaked the inside of her jeans. She could feel the warm wetness streaming rapidly down her legs, wetting her crotch and bum. "Ohhhh...that feels good..." Eva rested her head against the wall of the bathroom, the wall feeling cool against her slick forehead. Her shoulders relaxed as the contents of her bladder freed themselves, gushing heavily around her. She was embarrassed beyond belief, of course, but releasing everything felt nearly orgasmic. Well, she thought when she was done. I guess I have to clean this up. She glanced at her wet, soaked jeans and the bathroom floor. She frowned. But this confirmed something she hadn't wanted to believe before - there was something going on with everyone's bladders. She hadn't believed it at first, but she'd felt it firsthand - sure, she'd had to pee before, but her bladder had nearly tripled in fullness in a matter of seconds. What the hell is going on... Eva stood up, her legs still shaking. Clearly, something was up with the bladders of Greenwich City. As a future aspiring lawyer, Eva Whitemoore was going to find out exactly what.
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  4. Finished all my drinks, still diong loaundry but my desperation has risen so high that I know have sharp pains in my bladder. I want to pee. omg. help me hold, guys! I don't think I'll make it much longer. all that diet suar and caffiene. blahh i'm goibn to burst!
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  5. Making my triumphant return with my phone and everything! Hey, lovelies! I'm sorry, as always, for my long absence. I'll try to make it up to you today. So far, it is almost 1pm where I'm at and I haven't actually peed today. Mind you, I have only had one can of soda but that's on top of not having my morning pee. Right now I'm at about a 5. I have some major cleaning and laundry to do and I'm gonna head up the store for something yummy to fill my bladder with. At some point, I'm hoping to finish enough of my laundry to have a cute outfit to pee in and take photos/videos or you guys. I'll check in soon! Give me some encouragement. For holding and for room cleaning~! Edit: So I had to go number 2 and I can't do that without peeing so I'm starting over. But have no fear! There is plenty of omo fun yet to be had. Hope I get my room clean before I end up desperate. hehe
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  6. Just the first one (My Fc2 "non-subscriber" limit) 20141018u1xprpWD.flv Pandora
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  7. Here we are.
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  8. Untitled (pee): http://youtu.be/ze3xV9vywL0 YouTube. Looks kinda legit.
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