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  1. Well probably not my first. I'm certain I peed in my swimsuit when I was a child. Who didn't. Right? But here's the story of the first time I peed in my swimsuit after I realised I liked all this; so on purpose. I should say now, I don't really do swimming. Or any sports for that matter. Unless I have to/had to in school. So, about a year after my last story took place, making me somewhere between late 13 - early 15 (in that gap somewhere) and in year 9, my friends thought it would be a good idea to start making an effort and 'start to look fitter'. Yay... Turns out swimming was the choice we, most of us, agreed on. I remember being apprehensive as the last time I went swimming was on a holiday with my parents before I started secondary school, so about 2 years before this event. I wasn't even a teenager then. I was a kid. I had to go and buy a new swimsuit for this shit. But I agreed. We had planned to go at the end of the same week we had the discussion. It was sometime around midday on the Saturday. I had the rest of the week to go and buy myself a new swimsuit. So one afternoon after school I went into town instead of going home. I texted my mum to let her know, and asked if she'd pick me up once I'm done. I knew I'd be a while as I hadn't bought swimwear in years. What colour did I want? Or look good in? Pfft probably none I remember thinking. One piece or bikini? Definitely one piece. 100% not comfortable with my body for the bikini. But I suppose that was the point we were doing this. I specifically remember not enjoying the whole experience. Firstly getting fitter, secondly admitting I needed to get fitter. I ended up getting myself a black Speedo one piece with pink lines/patches going down the sides with pink bits on the shoulder straps. I thought it was quite cute, and you can't go wrong with black. I still have it now hidden away, purely for... peeing purposes. Shh. Now if you've read my first story and after I realised peeing and wetting myself was a new and strange but exciting thing to do, and sometimes when going home from school I'd purposefully hold and relax go just to feel the damp spot. No one was to ever know but myself. Well, it had been some time since school finished and I'd spent quite a while in town. Being in such a public place automatically prevented me from trying such peeing.. anything, so whilst waiting for my Mum to come and get me I made my way to the closest toilets, which were in McDonalds. Lovely, I know. I remember doing nothing out the ordinary. Also I should say when using public toilets, which are disgusting and horrible and pubey, I always put down toilet paper on the seat as hovering's no fun. So I did that. And you know, peeing on the toilet time is also thinking time. I rummaged through my bag and had another look at the swimsuit. Whether it was the act of peeing at the time, or the semi-dormant pee fetish inside of me, I started thinking what it would be like wet. Obviously swimsuits are designed to get wet, but to pee in it. What would it feel like? Like, it was black and as with tights and leggings it can be difficult to spot wet patches on them if you're not looking for it. See I was learning from my experiences - this is all for science. I was already peeing and changing into it now would be totally impractical as how do your explain to your Mum, or anyone for that matter, that you've just bought a swimsuit and put it on straight away without going swimming? What i did do however, is instead of using toilet paper to wipe, I used the crotch of the swimswuit. The material was nice and smooth, and new. Almost silky but with that nice swimsuit material. Even the inside of it was a silkier than the outside. I pushed and dribbled a bit over the crotch of it as I held it against my crotch. I felt the warmth of the pee soak a piece of it and against my fingers. I remember it being quite a moment. I inspected the swimsuit by holding it by the shoulder straps in front of me. Nope, you couldn't tell. Even up close, it was hard to tell the crotch was now a bit wet, other than how it shined in certain light when moving it around. I remember feeling quite, well horny, there's no other word for it. I pulled my underwear, tights, and skirt back up and left the toilets. It wasn't long before my Mum showed up and I explained what mine and my friends' plan was for this whole swimming thing. She thought it as a brilliant idea... Until she asked to see the swimsuit I bought. Shit. She was driving at the same time she asked so I took advantage of her not being able to hold it. This was the closest, so far, she'd ever come to intruding on my weird peeing life. Even when I'd had my initial accident/fully purposeful wetting in the front garden waiting for her, I'd always managed to get away with her not noticing, or I suppose questioning me, about my dampened underwear or tights or whatever after school some days. Although I never gave her my washing straight away so I always hoped they had dried. I ended up showing her the top of the swimsuit and folding it to show the pink bits on the side. I got away with it, but not so much that I had nearly spiraled into a panic attack for her nearly noticing the still damp patch in the crotch. We got home, it was washed, she never noticed. The end. Until the weekend. I remember feeling excited on the days building to the swimming. I knew I was definitely going to pee in the new swimsuit. But as of yet I didn't know where, or how, or when, or how many times. I remember clearly standing min my bedroom wearing just the swimsuit. Up until now, wearing any clothes hadn't been... anything. I suppose sensual is the word I'm looking for. I remember feeling up and down the material; how it felt round my body, over my chest (yes boobs), my ass and of course my crotch. The difference it would make wearing it wet, even just from pool water, started to feel like an exciting concept. What was I becoming? I put on some fleece lined joggers and a t-shirt and hoodie over the top of it and I was dropped off the the pool. During the car journey there, I was sooo fucking desperate to leak in it. But my joggers were a light grey and I knew any wet spot would give me away. I wasn't desperate to pee, but I had been holding for a while so you know, I could have. Any idea of being here for 'exercise' was out of the window and all I wanted to do was pee in as many different places. I could go over the toilet? In the water? In the slide? In the shower? Changing room? Sitting poolside? I was, well, throbbing slightly. I kept tensing downstairs to cater for everything that I was feeling. Skip forward to my friends being there and all getting into the shower before the pool. The requirements were everyone had to shower before getting in. It was during this a Mum was with her young boy also in the shower bit. I remember the next bit as clear as day. The boy said, "Mum I need to wee" My ears caught this phrase like a dog jumping at the word 'Walk' or 'Food'. "Just go" the Mum told her son. Straight away the little boy looked down and, as he was told, started peeing. It was obvious. There was a yellow tainted stream coming from his shorts. I mean yes he was under a shower but you could tell. I was mesmerised. I stared for a few seconds before I realised I actually was staring and pulled my gaze away but looked out of the corner of my eye. He shook his whole body as he finished and his Mum guided him towards the pool. I couldn't handle it. I tapped my friend and told her I need to pee and I'll be back. I remember asking me if I was serious. I don't know if she expected me to go in the shower or pool, or if she did, but I needed time to myself. I excluded myself to the girls toilets and hid behind the door of a cubicle. I felt like I was coming over in a hot flush. I sat on the toilet and felt my crotch. Obviously I was wet from the shower. I had completely forgot my rule of toilet paper on the toilet seat, but toilet paper and wet body wouldn't have worked anyway. I peed straight through the swimsuit. I leaned back at first taking deep breaths but I looked down to inspect what was happening. There was a shine over the material where the pee was drenching through. It was covering the material, and like a wave hitting the beach then crawling up the sand, I felt the new warm, wet patch move its way down and round my backside. The whole experience was exhilarating. Funny that the only protection I had was the small plastic door between me and whoever was in the toilet outside, and if anyone considered looking under the door would have heard me peeing but seen no swimsuit at my feet. But I felt sort of safe and away from everything in my little bubble of pleasure. Aaaaand this was it. The first time I'd ever masturbated outside of my own home. In public. Like a weird, dirty pervert, I suppose. But shit, I didn't care. I was in the moment. I clenched the soaking material over my chest with one hand and had one hand cupping my vagina as the pee still came out. I moved my hand up and down and then moved to my middle finger, pushing slightly inwards through the material, feeling the pee separate ad spurt outwards slightly. As I gently rubbed with the finger and, probably because I was peeing, felt the spark almost instantly and everything down there pulsated. I had to prevent myself from making a loud inhale, squealing sound. That was quick. I sat there in my pissy swimsuit a little bit out of breath and had the post masturbation dirty peeing feeling of 'what the fuck am I doing?'. I drenched my face in cold water from the taps to try and cool down my red hot cheeks, and to compose myself. I had a quick inspection and realised there was no evidence I had peed. I'm at a swimming pool. Everyone is wet. I rejoined my friends who were now in the pool. Also, having 'done the deed', any desire to pee again for fun had gone. I had suitable catered for that need. The end. Until the changing rooms when we finished. Behind another closed door again I had time to remind myself of all that happened. By this point I was quite tired from the laps my friends insisted we do. I don't get exercise, it's tiring goddamnit. As I dried myself with the towel, I noticed my cubicle had a drain smack back in the centre of the floor. I had a light bulb moment. I knew what it felt like to pee in a wet swimsuit. What if I dried it now the best i could then sit and pee in the drain. Would anyone hear? Would anyone notice? Was this riskier than the what I did in the toilet earlier? All of these things rushed through my mind but at the same time I was frantically trying to dry myself. The decision had already been made. I even took the whole thing off, rinsed it, dried my bare skin, and put it back on again. Once it was as dry as I\m sure I'd get it, I at first squatted over the drain but the position felt unnatural. I was hesitant at first but I went on all fours to look under the tall door and walls. I saw feet but no one being weird and looking this far down. I quickly sat crossed legged over the drain and relaxed. Nothing. I pushed and felt something inside me move; maybe a bladder spasm. I pushed down on my stomach near my bladder to force some out. After some time of trying it was there. I held it for a while, feeling the delight of being on the edge of peeing. I squirmed and fidgeted then relaxed a bit. Again, as before, the front of the crotch glowed in the light as the wave of pee covered the material. I clenched again and rubbed my fingers over the re-dampened material. I let go again. Then clenched. I was cautious as I didn't want anyone to hear the torrent of pee hitting the water in the drain. I heard a few drips myself of the material becoming saturated and letting go what it could. I had pushed and held so much that I needed to now release. So I did. The rest of the pee came out and caused like a pressured layer of pee over the swimsuit. I felt my ass get warm again and looekd around to make sure it wasn't flowing outwards as well as just down into the drain. I was safe for the most part. When I finished I sat for a while. The more I remember this experience, the more I realise I was sat on a disgusting, public pool floor where anyone could have stepped or even peed themselves. I felt a bit ew, but I could feel I was sat in a puddle of my own pee. So for the time being it was my ew and I could deal with that. No extra fun this time though. I dried myself off, changed into normal underwear and what I wore to the pool, went home, had it all washed, nothing was thought of it, peed in it every time I wore it. The end. The real end. Becca x
    10 points
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    At night, it can sometimes be hard to find a public bathroom in the city once all the businesses have shut down for the evening. In this public video from HD Wetting, Sammy encounters that very problem. Extremely desperate, and unable to hold on, she ends up having an embarrassing public wetting accident in her jeans.
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  3. This is is my first story; hope you enjoy! “The coffee is decaf!” Isla declared, and Ava groaned in sympathy. They’d arrived at the adventure camp yesterday evening, and what with some rather lewd, late-night rounds of Never Have I Ever, none of their room had gotten much sleep at all. “Drink tons of tea. There’s a bit of caffeine in it, you know.” Holly could always be counted on to provide the facts. Smiling, she proffered a mug to Isla. Ava watched the girl drink a gulp, before starting to brew a mug for herself. ”Ugh, it’s freezing outside. Maybe you’ve got a point.” Holly’s smile widened, ever pleased to be right. “Hurry up, though. We’ve only got a few minutes.” “Yeah, but I’ve really got to pee and grab a coat first.” Isla downed the rest of her drink in one. “You really didn’t need to know that. Just- I’ll be back in a couple. Tell the instructor where I am if I’m late, okay? Thanks.” She started to speed-walk out, leaving Ava sipping at her mug and Holly humming, distracted. “Okay, it’s five-to-nine! You need to be at the tower in five minutes; that’s five minutes from now. The session, which is rock climbing, actually starts at 9 o’clock, folks, so be snappy.” Holly reluctantly obeyed the instructor, but Ava hesitated. “You know, I might take a bottle of water with me. I don’t know how long it’ll be.” “Fair enough. Me too, actually,” Holly consented. Bottles in hands, the unsuspecting girls followed the remainder of their group to the climbing tower. It looked about ten metres in height, nothing drastic, and a decent introduction to the sort of high-ropes activities they’d be traversing over the next week. Harnesses lay serried on the ground. “Guess who it is.” Isla returned to the group, looking relieved, and earning a glare from the instructor. “Watch carefully, and copy how I put my harness on.” The girls dutifully mirrored the leader’s actions- stepping through the loops, pulling it up round their waist, with a strap thrown over each of their shoulders, and clips tightened into place. Ava felt it intimately tight around her crotch, and shifted a little in place. She realised she had to use a toilet at some point, remembering the rush to get breakfast and how it had stolen her bathroom opportunities. She started to get a little concerned, fidgeting on the spot (and being rather aware of the fabric providing a lovely, pleasurable friction down there), but then she remembered her water bottle and took a gulp. It calmed her nerves, so she gulped again and screwed the cap back on, ignoring her urges. “I’m going first!” Isla stepped forward, ready for her harness to be strapped onto the pulley. She turned to the group. “Now watch and learn.” She’d clearly done activities of this type before, because she scrambled up the wall in a couple of minutes and touched the top of the tower, cheering. “Hey, I can see- aaaaah!” The instructor appeared to have had enough of her cavalier attitude, because she plummeted like a bungee jumper, stopping inches from the ground. “Hey, you could’ve warned me!” “There’s a lot of you to get through.” The instructor prompts unclipped Isla. Some others in the group started to crowd the tower, all keen to ascend, but Ava hung back. Her nerves were making her bladder need more pressing. She couldn’t even hold herself, as the strap ran directly between her legs. She knew, however, that leaving for the toilet would mean removing the harness and forfeiting the entire activity. So abruptly, she sat on the ground and drew her knees to her chest, rocking a little. This helped, she realised gratefully. And thus she watched some of the others go up, with varying levels of success, clenching her thighs intermittently. She really did have to release quite a bit of liquid. She alternated between side-to-side and back-and-forwards rocking, the tight strap stimulating her clitoris in a rather pleasurable way. At least no one was watching her- Holly was halfway up the tower, and Isla was chatting to a group of boys. With a cautious flick of eyes from side to side, she thrust her hands between her legs, trying to distract her bladder. “Ava will!” Quickly changing position, Ava looked up, and saw Holly gesturing to her. She guessed she’d just been volunteered to climb, which really wasn’t appealing to her at that moment in time. Groaning, she stood up- and immediately fell forward a little. The urge was so much worse than she’d realised! Sitting down had lessened it. She couldn’t keep still, but she tried to disguise her fidgeting as trembling in the cold. Once strapped in securely, she realised the pulley was exerting quite some pressure on her vulva, momentarily improving matters. Her face turned upwards to the tower, and she realised she’d have to get at least halfway to avoid ridicule. So she lifted a leg onto the first step and ooh, her panties were damp! Damp and warm, for she’d spurted. She revelled in the warmth for half a second, and then remembered her circumstances. Focus on the climbing. Right. She was actually rather turned on, so it was easier said than done. She wasn’t sure why the throbbing urge of her bladder was quite so...delicious. She was actually enjoying this. She hoisted herself up one, two, three pegs. And up she climbed, some more. And then she made a mistake. She looked down. She knew she was only several metres off the ground, but it seemed so far. And DAMN IT, SHE NEEDED TO PEE! But there was no way to relieve herself up here. But no, she had to. She stopped climbing and pressed her thighs together, clenching all her muscles down there. She knew her predicament must be apparent to the rest of her group, but she squeezed her eyes closed and pretended they weren’t there. She was going to have an accident up there. There was no way she could come down and get the harness off in time. She had no choice. She just had to, didn’t she? Her bladder rebelled. “Ava, are you going to-“ she heard Holly call, and suddenly she relaxed. She was peeing! She was urinating through her panties, her jeans, into the harness which cupped her so snugly, where it pooled warmly. Stray rivers branched out into her jeans, and she entwined her legs together, feeling her inner thighs warm and moisten. Then there was the splatter of liquid on wood. Of course- she was suspended on a climbing wall! A stream splattered all the way down the tower, eventually hitting the ground with an amplified pattering. This went on, and on, and on, so strongly, and with her face to the wall, Ava closed her eyes and smiled. This was satisfying. It really was so satisfying. So many rivulets ran from her, so many separate streams falling to the ground. So much pee being filtered through her clothing and falling down below. As she slowed and dribbled, she looked down at the saturated ground far below. And then she saw her group’s faces. So yep, that’s my first attempt at writing, and hopefully not my last! I may continue with a sequel about how the rest of the activities unfold, if this is received well. Any feedback- both positive or negative- would be much appreciated. Thanks for reading :)
    3 points
  4. I have this friend I occasionally chat about peeing and stuff, but more in a fooling around way than in a sexual way. At least I never wrote her about all this peeing stories being part of a fetish I have – and neither did she admit anything similar. This video goes back to a day I came home from some kind of social gathering I enjoyed. It was quite late, probably around 11 pm or so and I possibly had a beer or two (probably a few more than that, though) and even though I used the toilet before I left, the 45 minute ride home plus 45 minute walk home. The shared flat I live in is quite secluded from the rest of the town, so there are no more busses going at night, so it's either walking or taking a taxi and since I am not Bill Gates, I so often cannot efford taking a taxi. There are possibly a few spots one can pee without getting noticed along the way, but I felt naughty and when the urge to pee hit in, I held it in and wanted to see how far I could take it. I messaged my friend and told her I needed to pee and there was no place to go (it's easy to lie through WhatsApp, isn't it?). She replied something like "I hope you make it" and to be honest: I did not feel to bad – yet. Probably a 6/10. However, that changed throughout the way and of course I came closer to my home; and you all know what that means: Suddenly, when I entered the door, it was at "barely controlable anymore". I walked up the stairs to my shared flat and what did I see? The lovely red dot at the bathroom door, indicating someone locked it. I like my flatmates and there is hardly anything I couldn't talk with them about, but what I would never ever even consider doing is knocking the door and asking how much more time they need. Just cannot do that. So without further hesitating I went straight to my room and after a few minutes, the urge was controllable again. I even felt less desperate sitting at my desk than when I was on my walk home. I still told my friend I now had to wait for the bathroom to become unoccupied again and said I was about to maybe wet myself (which wasn't much of a shocker to her, since she knows about me wetting myself in one or two other occasions and vice versa) and she didn't seem too concerned and asked me to keep her updated. Oh, as a side note: I normally would not let her know that I am about to burst. As much as we like to exchange stories sometimes, those always are stories that took place in the past. Probably then we can be like "Oh damn, I was so stupid back then, right?". Suddenly it occured to me: It was years ago, I actually lost control. Most of the times, at some point, I just let go. I wanted to have that feeling again: Having such a full bladder, it relieves itself without me being able to do anything against it. And that night would be the perfect opportunity, to do just that, as I was already quite full – and I could even let my friend know I wet myself in real time. Looking back at it, probably the alcohol made me be so revealing towards her at that moment. However, what I did next was: opening a beer. I drank the bottle really fast. In like one minute or so. Then I opened the next bottle and drank it as well and when I opened the third bottle and sipped a few times, I suddenly felt really, really desperate. I tried to distract myself through watching stupid videos on YouTube, but after a few minutes already, I felt a small drop escape. By that time of course, the bathroom was free again, but I wanted to take this one further, so I found excuses towards my friend and told her, my flatmate was taking a bath and stuff. She even suggested me to pee in a bottle, but I told her there were no empty bottles around (which except for those two too small empty beer bottles was actually true). It was then, it hit me: A real leak. And another one. And another one. That immediately left a wet spot on my jeans. You can see it in the beginning of the video I attached. I decided to film it (for my own joy) and when I started to record, it wasn't too long until I felt like losing the battle. I could have peed just there, on my chair, but actually I love my carpet and so I didn't want to do just that. So as soon as the dam broke, I stood up and walked away from said carpet, peeing all the way, threw a blanked on the ground and stood on it, completely emptying my bladder for what felt like ages (but according to the video was just "only" one minute twenty). Needless to say the relief was amazing. My heart was beating so fast. When I camled down a bit, I wrote my friend that there had been no way but peeing my pants and that I had to do laundry now, late at night. She asked my "How bad was it?" and I just replied "Very bad. They are drenched." and then we went back to the usual fooling around like "Oh well, maybe some day you will learn to use the toilet in time." and stuff. I didn't mind, I enjoyed it either way. And the video of my accident from the moment a few seconds before I stood up from my chair, you can see attached. Would be great to hear your oppinion on it! (I am sorry it isn't in FullHD, though. I must have lost the original file.) Cheers! Filled_my_bladder_to_the_brim
    3 points
  5. Hi everyone. I've gained a bit of confidence since introducing myself a few days ago, and have had some nice welcomes which I'm thankful for. Despite my confidence issues, especially talking about any of this, I do enjoy writing. So hopefully trying to write about myself as a character will make this experience better than any normal conversation people may get out of me. But I want to be able to share freely on here without worrying so I want to break through and share the first time I wet. It started as an accident then... it wasn't. It was back when I was in Year 8 in school, so I was about 12 or 13. I remember the day well as I hadn't drank most of the day and ended up getting dehydrated by lunch time. I had to leave the lesson early before lunch as I was getting dizzy and couldn't concentrate. It was here my friends realised and the teacher advised I go to the medical room to rehydrate. A friend walked me to the medical room. On the way she asked me something that up until that point in my life hadn't made me think about the topic of peeing so much. It was strange. She was trying to make me feel better by joking around and asked, "Have you not even peed today yet". Nothing strange about asking that right? No; but I remember trying to laugh when she said it but my focus went straight to my bladder. My answer was "No", as I hadn't. I even tried to push as if peeing, and there was nothing. Why I instinctively tried to push pee out I don't know. Straight away I was having a mental conversation with myself. 'why did you try and force pee out then?'. Possibly as a result of being in my dizzy state, that was the only thought that kept replying in my mind. Once in the medical room my friend left me and went back to the classroom as there was still about 15 minutes left of the lesson. The nurse asked me what I'd eaten and drank all day and I admitted nothing. What was an innocent lack of hunger early on in the day resulted in me disregarding the need to eat or drink until now. The nurse filled one of those plastic party cups with water and told me to sip at it. Once I finished that cup she refilled it and I continued to sip until lunch. I stayed in the medical room for at least 10 minutes into the lunch break. I'd sipped on and finished about 12 cups of water to re-hydrate myself. I had also started nibbling on my lunch from my bag, which I'd obviously left uneaten all day. So skipping the rest of lunch, I still had two lessons to attend. I felt a lot better and the dizziness had gone. The only issue I had now was I had PE. I never really enjoyed PE for two reasons: One, I'm not the best at sports, and anyone in the same boat as me will know if you're either not good or don't enjoy sports in school - PE can be a very unsatisfactory hour; and two, I didn't want to run around too much and dehydrate myself again. I'd spent most of the lesson staying pretty much out of the way and not playing the game too much, which was netball in the sports hall. About half way through the lesson was when i started to feel a hint of desperation. I almost zoned out and the thoughts from earlier filled my mind again. 'Why did you try to force out pee earlier?'. Compared to trying to play a sport I wasn't enjoying, this new drain of thought was somewhat welcome. I was about 2 on the scale. It crept up on me but it was easy to hold. You know the feeling you get? When you sort of like... tense to hold. I kept doing that. Not that by not holding it would let pee out, but I was tensing and relaxing a few times. Possibly to play with my bladder, but mostly because I was bored as hell. The thoughts were racing again, 'why are you doing this?' "BECCA!" I almost had to shake my head to zone back in as I was shouted at. As I looked up, the ball had just been thrown towards me. I wasn't ready. I didn't know. I wasn't paying attention. The ball came at me and I tried to catch it by hugging it as it came towards me. I failed. Instead, it impacted my stomach and bounced away towards the floor. It winded me and I let out a whimper. As I grabbed my stomach to comfort myself I wanted to cry. It wasn't even a hard impact but it was more due to shock. And the fact I wasn't having fun. and the fact I was ill earlier. It all caught up with me in that moment but I held back the tears and sat out instead. For the remainder of the lesson I sat on a bench hugging my stomach. I bounced my leg as I sat there as the pressure of the impact and me hugging myself was pushing down on my bladder enough to make me more desperate. By the end of the lesson i'd gone from a 2 to about a 4. The teacher gave a bit of a speech at the end of the lesson about teamwork and working together to score, which made us later than usual to get back to change back into normal uniform. Because of this, I didn't get time to use the toilet before the last lesson. In fact, as I write this, it seems odd how all of these small events started to build up to the wetting later - but has helped me remember the day so well. I sat in the last lesson thinking more of my stomach and bladder than I did the work. I remember it being English and we were doing some creative writing task. We were in a computer room and had those padded computer chairs on wheels. I swayed left and right slightly whilst I was sitting. Being quite short I couldn't reach the floor with flat feet, so bouncing my leg wasn't an option. As I swayed the chair left and right I kept squeezing my thighs together trying to concentrate on my work instead of how much I now needed to pee. Compared to how I felt earlier, I was starting to think that if I stopped tensing to hold now I might actually leak. So guess what naive, young me did. I thought it would be a clever idea to do the tense and relax thing again. At first I only relaxed for the smallest of moments which resulted in nothing. But as I carried on doing it I relaxed for slightly too long and dribbled into my underwear. As I panicked and quickly clenched up again I took a sharp inhale of breath and forced my thighs back together. My friend next to me, who I won't name, asked if I was okay. Obviously I said yes and tried to brush off my sudden action. As I held I kept tensing to hold more. As I held tightly then more tightly then less again, I felt the dampened material of my underwear move slightly against me. i was wholly embarrassed but no one knew, did they? No one could possibly know that I had just peed myself a bit. It wasn't much, but it was enough for me to notice I wasn't completely dry down there. Another problem was that having someone sat either side of me there was no way to discretely 'check for damage'. No one would see if my tights had got wet as well, but I was worried about the back side of my skirt. I was working myself up over nothing as when the lesson finished I managed to wipe my hands down the back of my skirt and felt no wet spot, so I was safe. Another problem was that I had to get the bus after school, and they didn't wait around so I once again had no time to use a toilet. By the time I was walking out of school i was a good 7 - 8. You know when you start tensing your face as well? Not that it makes a difference. I sat on the bus bouncing my leg quite hard. With my jacket on I was able to keep my hands in my lap innocently, but keep my hands pushed into my crotch without anyone noticing. I didn't speak much to my friends on the journey. I pretended I still wasn't feeling very well but instead I was focusing on holding. By the time I got off at my stop I was a 9. The 10ish minute walk from the bus stop was torture. I wanted to get home as quickly as possible but walked faster made it harder to hold, so that sucked too. As far as I could tell, the leak from earlier had dried completely but I kept having reoccurring thoughts of the event and the fact I tried to push pee out earlier in the day. My mind was rushing with pee thoughts which also didn't help. I was almost crying by the time I reach the outside of my house. As I reached the front door i put my bag on the floor and rummaged for the house keys. My legs were still tightly pressed together and I was bobbing up and down as I was bent over trying to find the key. You remember I said earlier how all these small events build up to the eventual wetting? Well guess what the next small thing was. I had forgotten my key. I swore at myself, now annoyed as well as desperate, as well as upset from being ill earlier on. I panicked as holding now hurt quite a bit. My Mum wasn't due home for another 40 minutes or so, and my Dad even later. I had no way of getting in. We don't really socialise with the neighbors much so I didn't even consider knocking on their door to stay inside until my Mum got home. This was the first time I ever forgot my key and of course it had to be today. I knew I couldn't hold much longer. Especially not until my mum got home. Even standing up now was proving a challenge as I was bobbing and tensing and clenching so much I must have looked weird to anyone who walked past, not that anyone did, I think. i was going over worst case scenarios. I knew I'd end up peeing somehow before my Mum got home so how would I do it? The front garden is almost covered by thick bushes so I could squat behind them? I didn't want to though. I remember the pain now being nearly unbearable. In between bobbing I struggled to hold well enough and immediately some pee released. I felt the spurt spread over the front of my underwear and dribble slightly down my tights. I nearly started crying again and sort of did a weird skip/trip over to the grass behind the bushes. I didn't have a choice, and my pride would have to take a hit. However, as I leapt over as close to the bushes as possible to keep myself hidden, I felt another spurt escape and this time it leaked down both legs and I felt the dribbles run down both sides of my tights. There was no stopping it now. As I attempted to lift my skirt I had no time to lower my tights and underwear. What started as a leap turned into a squat. As I was uncontrollably peeing the squat turned into me sitting on top of my legs on the grass. I was peeing full force through my underwear and tights. I was crying now too. I kept trying to clench up again but the feeling of the release was too nice to try and stop. I couldn't believe how in one day I could go from not needing to pee at all to now wetting myself in the grass. I didn't know what to do with myself. I started hugging my stomach again, but then kept trying to lift my skirt to prevent getting it wet, but then tried to push myself up off my legs, but I was in such an unbelievable situation I think I was just trying to find something to do other than wet. What was about 20 seconds worth of peeing felt like a lifetime. I remember feeling so bad, but even more relieved. When i had finished I didn't move. I stayed sitting on my legs in the grass. It took me a few minutes to gather my thoughts and I lifted my skirt to inspect underneath. I ran my hands up the inside of my legs and felt where the tights went from dry to saturated against my skin. I could see my white underwear underneath the tights. I think they had butterflies or dots on them or something like that. I pressed against my crotch and felt a slight layer of damp squelch against my and and fingers as I pressed inwards. I pulled away straight away and started tearing up again. I knew there was nothing I could do and still had ages until my Mum came home. I had to wait there in my wet clothes. I eventually stood up and felt my bum. It was saturated. My tights were stuck to my legs and my underwear was stuck to my bum. I looked at the ground and... you wouldn't tell someone just peed there. The only evidence was on my tights and underwear and they were hidden under my skirt, which got a bit wet but I couldn't believe how unnoticeable the incident was when I stood up straight. Now, I don't know why, but what I did next I'm still surprised about today. Well not too much as I'd do the same now, but surprised that I dd it at the time. As i stood there I looked down at the lack of damage the wetting caused to my lower legs and tights. Whether it was due to the fact I had already wet, or I was confused, or for another unknown reason, I pushed and forced my bladder to release again and as expected, the last rush of pee soaked the underneath of my underwear and ran gently down my tights. I remember watching as the wet lines ran down the material towards my shoes. Instead of holding again, I think I'd come to terms with what happened and carried on pushing. There wasn't much pee left but I purposefully let the rest out down my legs. By now I was just mesmerised by what was happening. Like, technically, sort of, I just got away with this. No one is here, no one saw, and by the time Mum gets home it might be less noticeable. I sat myself back down on the grass, again lifting my skirt so I didn't sit on it and create a wet spot. I sat crossed legged straight onto the grass and pulled my phone out to let my Mum know I had forgot my key; not that there was much she could do about it. I remember getting over it all relatively quickly, probably because I knew there was literally nothing I could do about it. But something had awoken. As I sat there for the next half an hour waiting, I kept pushing pee out as I sat there. I took it as a free pass. It had already happened so what difference does it make if I peed again? By the time my Mum got home I'd had a long time to overcome the embarrassment and awful feelings about the wetting. She said I was stupid for forgetting my key but of course I didn't dare mention the accident. As a result of this event, when I went to the toilet to change and clean myself off, this was the first time I ever 'touched myself'. Not properly, but it felt like the right thing to do? It felt like an instinctive reaction. Like I said, it wasn't anything proper or serious but I remember from the event this day was what started me off through my teen years. I didn't fully wet for a while after that day, but did regularly when walking from the bus to get home I would do the holding and relaxing thing. If I spurted, so what? It was never as bad as the day of the full wetting. But this was my 100% fully personal secret thing. I started to enjoy it more and more but didn't dare share anything with anyone. When anything pee related came up in conversation or in class I stayed so quiet that I probably looked guilty anyway. But yes. now I've written than I realise how much I've droned on. So I apologise for that. But hey, I got into the flow of it. No pun intended. Maybe. Becca x
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  6. So I've been lurking on here for years now, without ever posting much (though I do message a few people sometimes). Like many folks on this site, I do deliberately hold and also wet sometimes - but this isn't one of those stories. A few weeks back, I was in Kolkata for some personal work and on my last day there I had a few things to pick up from Rajarhat (which is an area I'm totally unfamiliar with). Anyway, I finished with all that in the afternoon, and then opened Zomato to find someplace nearby for lunch since I'm so clueless about that part of town. I ended up seeing that there was a microbrewery nearby and that was relatively cheap (so far as these things go in India), so I thought I'd go for a drink since I don't usually run across alcohol that I actually like here. I ordered for a beer, and probably sat there alone for an hour and a half before deciding to leave - my friend's place was about an hour away with traffic and so I thought I'd use the loo before going, seeing that I was slightly tipsy and also because wetting myself on a bus wasn't really part of my plans for the day. The bus stop was maybe a ten minute walk away from the pub, and even on the way I started feeling a slight urge to pee again already. I was okay then though, and thought I could make it back without leaking - there was one small errand that I had left, but that was anyway near where I was staying. Anyway I didn't have to stand on the bus, so that was better. The urge itself was pretty manageable until I almost reached where I had to get down, and as I was walking I realised that things were getting really urgent but anyway I thought that I could hold it for a bit longer - enough time to deal with my errand and maybe have tea or grab something to eat. That was clearly a slight case of misjudgement, because after finishing with the errand I decided to rush back as quickly as possible. It was dark by then and I was wearing a knee-length kurti and maroon leggings, so while it would have definitely shown in the daylight if I totally lost control nothing would be obvious then. By the time I got the street where my friend lives, I was genuinely worried that I wouldn't make it and the urge was increasing by the minute. I finally made it to the door, rang the bell, and almost lost it right there while waiting for the ten or so seconds that it took for her to come to the door - I was wearing a bangle which ended up being shattered as I moved my hand away from the doorbell and shoved it in my crotch. I rushed in the door and thought I'd go downstairs to the room that I was staying in to keep my bags and coat, because what difference would it make? I was back, I only had to wait a minute, and started heading down. That was clearly a misjudgement since I only made it halfway before I felt a spurt come out - enough that it wet the inner part of my thigh, but wouldn't be visible thanks to the long kurti. Obviously, that took me by surprise and so I threw my bags down right there and ran into the washroom and latched the door, seemingly close enough to relief that everything seemed fine (except another spurt came out). But it wasn't - the combination of reaching up to latch the door and the thought of relief made it impossible to hold any longer. I started peeing right there and quickly rushed to the toilet and yanked down my leggings and sat down. The relief was amazing, but I knew I'd have to change after and this was kind of annoying since I had to go out again. Only after did I realise how much I actually peed myself - the crotch of my leggings was soaked and on one side the wet patch extended down the seam all the way to the ankle and to the knee on the other. Somehow I made it downstairs without my friend noticing (and she didn't say anything later). I have sort of an overactive bladder anyway, and cold/AC makes me have to get up and pee like every half hour but I rarely have accidents (although this might explain my omo fetish) . . . but this is still so interesting to think about because it was totally unintentional.
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  7. It’s my usual set up. A weekend night. I’m drunk. I need the toilet. I look at the loo, then I look at the shower, and I look at what I’m wearing. I finished a bottle of cherry shnapps tonight. And I’m so desperate. But I know how good it will feel. So I do it. I hop in the shower, wearing my usual dress and tights combination. And, without too much effort given my state, I start wetting myself. It’s relieving, it’s relaxing, it’s warming, and it’s beautiful. https://caryspee.tumblr.com/post/169715713644/i-could-do-it-1000-times-and-still-love-it-full I stood for a good ten minutes after completing my wee, enjoying the aftermath. Once I was ready, I stepped carefully out of the shower one foot at a time to avoid slipping, then hobbled to my room, attempting to leave as few wee-y footprints as I could. I got into my room, laid in my mattress protected bed, and enjoyed the aftermath - a situation I am still currently in. ?
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  8. here's a clip I found of a Dutch girl wetting her pants and then showing off her accident. She talks directly into the camera to you/the viewer. The set-up is she's making a little dirty film for someone and as she gets home she has a tiny little accident in her pants. She makes a bit of drama about how embarrassed she is and how dirty she feels. She then procedes to undress and to clean herself up revealing her dirty knickers. What I realy love about it, appart from her staged embarrasement is that she talks about her accident in Dutch which to me is a major turn-on. ok, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did nederlands.mp4
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  9. Took some pictures, i swear those are some of my best bladder bulge pics !
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  10. So nobody dared me to do this but it kinda just came to me last night. It turned out to be a kinda fun dare. Here is what happened So I was getting undressed to take a shower last night and the water was running to warm up, when i had the strongest urge to pee. I hadnt gone in a few hours but didnt notice the urge until I turned the water on. So I decided not to go before i got into the shower. They i thought why not just hold on as long as possible. Of course getting into the shower made it 50 times harder to hold. So im standing their with my hands in my crotch holding my pussy trying not to burst. But every time i bounced up and down i spurted. I only lasted like 5 minutes before I completely drench myself. Anyway it was actualy pretty fun and really hard to hold. Hope you like the story. I dare you guys to try it. Its definitely a way less intense dare for people who dont like public stuff
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  11. @NinjaGamer your comment seems a bit aggressive, and it makes no sense. People speak all kinds of languages. Heck, half the download section is Japanese. You can complain about a video being in a specific language, but it's not like there's anything anybody could do about that. It's rare to find a video in this particular language, which is exactly why it was especially interesting for OP. I think you should be able to enjoy the video without understanding it, similarly to how I can enjoy videos in Spanish without speaking a word of Spanish. As to how you're supposed to know what she's saying, here are some suggestions: You could learn Dutch You could pay someone to translate it for you You could use Google's APIs for automated speech to text and translations You could ask someone to translate it for you; the video isn't particularly interesting to me, but I would consider doing this when asked
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  12. As promised, Yesterday it was the day to do a random alarm clock challenge. Well, preparations started already on Friday when I made a plan for the whole day and set an alarm clock application from 6 AM until 10 PM, so I could do various daily activities where wetting my pants would range from nothing worth mentioning, like wetting at home or while on the toilet up to really not convenient, like wetting my pants while siting at dinner table in the restaurant with my friend. First, the schedule: 6-8 AM: Sleeping dressed in sexy women's pajama, as I usually do. 8-10 AM: Breakfast, showering and preparing to go out 10 AM -1 PM: Visiting a shopping center, checking various shops, from supermarket to buy groceries up to clothes and shoe stores 1-2 PM: Lunch, pizza place 2-4 PM: Walking around city center 4-6 P: PM Returning home to get ready for the evening in the city and dinner with a friend. 6 PM: Bus ride to the city and walk up to the place where I'll meet my friend (I choose a lady friend who knows about my wetting accidents, so she won't be totally shocked if it happens while with her. Since I have a bit of cold right now, I would use coughing as an excuse for wetting. 7-10 PM: Dinner, drinks at some bar. For the first part of the day, I decided to wear classic black jeans and sneakers. For a dinner, also black jeans and boots. Of course in both cases I would wear panties and pantyhose under my jeans as usually. If I would have to pee standing up, pantyhose would redirect some of the pee directly down to my sneakers and pants would get wet a little less. I also decided for a long coat, so I can hide my wet pants after the fact. I'm not too keen on walking throughout the city in totally wet pants, especially not during the day. First part of the day I would use my car to travel around, in the evening I decided to go with the bus to the city, because I don't want to pee in a taxi, if the alarm decide to ring at that moment. Now, the challenge. I won't write about every detail, because it would take to much time and would be boring to read anyway. I woke up even before my normal alarm clock would ring, because I was so exhilarated for this challenge, but I decided to stay in bed until 8, as planned. Well, I had to make a quick run to the bathroom to pee a little, otherwise I would have a real accident in my bed since I was really desperate when I woke up, but than I returned to my bed. 8 AM, luckily no wetting action in my bed for that day. Breakfast and other morning chores went as planned. I had to run to the toilet very often during the whole challenge time, since I let only some of the pee out when desperate, so I would always have some left in my bladder, when the RAC rings. While driving a car, I also covered my seat with plastic bag, just in case. Around 10:30 I arrived at the shopping center, again totally desperate, so I needed a toilet visit before doing anything else. When leaving the toilet, my panties were already wet, a little from dribbling while desperate, but mostly from pee escaping when I was putting my penis back in my pants. At least for me it's very hard to completely stop peeing when I stop before I empty my bladder. Usually some spurt still escapes out after I already stopped peeing. Now it was time to check all the stores I like, clothes, shoes and also buy groceries at the end, before continuing my journey. I was walking around and visiting stores for almost an hour, even dare to try some female shoes and now I was really desperate again. I visited everything interesting in the ground floor and decided to go to the first floor. There I could also find another toilet before going into more stores. As usually, I would use an escalator. Since it was Saturday, place was full of people. The same could be said for the escalator. Ride up just started, when I heard the alarm from my backpack. "Now?" went through my mind. Without more thinking, I started peeing in my pants. If I would wait another moment, I would probably chicken out due to all the crowd around me. And doing it while still riding the escalator was also better option than in the open in the middle of the hallway. Now I already felt warm pee running down my legs and in my sneakers. While enjoying the feeling I noticed than alarm stopped ringing and a man behind me started talking on the phone. It seemed strange. I instinctively stopped peeing, not that was much left in my bladder anyway, take off my backpack and start checking my phone. Disaster, It was not my random alarm, but a man behind me had very similar melody on his phone and had to have it near my backpack, so I mistaken the sound for alarm coming from my phone. Now, what to do? I'm all wet, I have emptied my bladder, so if the alarm rings soon, I can't pee and I definitely can't walk around in wet pants and sneakers either. Should I go home and abandon my challenge? I walked in the nearest bathroom to assess the damage. Pants were wet but since they were classic black jeans, not a skinny model, it was not that obvious. I doubt anyone even noticed my peeing on the escalator. But I still put on my spare clothes. I didn't want to walk in wet pants in the middle of the day to the other side of shopping center to get to my car. My spare pants were light blue skinny jeans, so totally unsuitable to do a challenge in them and I didn't have another spare with me, so I decided it's time to go home. When I got home, I took a shower and than make myself a cup of tea and ordered pizza for lunch. When eating, I started thinking. Did I fail? I know, it was not the random alarm ringing, but still, I almost completely emptied my bladder in my pants when I heard a ringing sound I thought it is my alarm. That should be enough to say I successfully completed the challenge. What do you think? Does this count as a successfully completed challenge or not and I should do it again another day with the same timetable? Of course I could change my clothes and go out again yesterday and do the challenge by the book, but only city center walk and dinner were left on the schedule and I put dinner with my friend in the challenge just to make it more interesting and make me nervous when the time would approaching nearer to 7 PM and to see if I have the courage to do it in the restaurant while with someone I know, but I was still hoping I wouldn't have to do it, so I was not that keen on doing another run of the challenge on the timing line left and I couldn't make it longer, because I had plans for the night that couldn't involve peeing my pants. I hope you're not disappointed. I guess everyone was hoping for the grand finale in the restaurant, but this time was just not meant to happen.
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  13. The first time I remember letting go was when i was in my twenties. I’m a small girl as it is and even though I’m nowhere near four feet whatever, im closing in on it. I had just moved a few months prior and as autumn leaves fell into my little apartment’s yard, it was increasingly getting colder. I have a shih tzu and he is always running around, so happy every time I come home, he tends to piddle abit. He couldn’t help it at all. I had thought about this on the way home from my friends. We were supposed to do our makeup together but halfway there she called an cancelled. I had expected to pee at her house when i got there but now i had to hold it a bit further, until I arrived home. Thinking about scottie’s piddling antics, I rushed out of the car, unlocked the front door an grabbed his leash an harness from on top of the shoe rack. The bend down let me know my bladder was screaming out and right then an there, i made a decision. I had rushed home in my short grey shorts an hoodie. Its hood was already up over my head, the ponytail i had tied my hair into held it in place. The sliding glass door opened and out into the little backyard scottie an I went. He doesn’t normally take long to do his thing but as the small gusts of wind blew his hair around, he increasingly didn’t want to go inside. The cold breeze sent chills up an down my legs and Soon i really had to pee. It was night time, the sun went down over an hour ago, my backyard was only lit by my neighbor’s outdoor light as well as mine. He lifted his leg up high an watching his stream come out struck a shiver through my body as another gust of wind rolled off my bare legs. I looked around. It felt like i was at the beach. Cold air, bathing suit. Needing to pee. There was nothing to it then. The wind in my long brown hair blowing behind me. My bathing suit drying from the last rays of sun. Why not? So i let go, lost in the monent. Warm was an understatement. I felt the stream bear down on my panties, an immediate soaking. It snapped me back to reality. Did i really just voluntarily piss myself? Instinct stuck my hand in my crotch then down my shorts. It was bad enough I had my panties on all day. Now their even dirtier!..Well i need to shower anyways. Dirty is dirty right? I looked at scotty and didn’t even bother to look around. The pitter pattering on the soft grass turned quickly into a stream. What looked like splashes of rain drops on my shorts turned into a growing dark spot. My cotton panties began to sag under the weight of the pee and i enjoyed every moment. Scottie was sniffing around when i finished. He had finished too; way before me. I felt naughty. “Scotty.” I spoke to him. “Both of us went potty outside. Lets go inside an get cleaned up.”
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  14. That sinking feeling of realisation of the situation I am now in. Trying my best to assess the situation - staining to clothing, whether I am leaving evidence on the ground - as subtly as possible, feeling like everyone is knowingly staring at me even if they’re probably not. Frantically conjuring up a gameplan that takes me, with as few potential encounters with people as possible, to the nearest bathroom so I can clean myself up, or better yet, find my way home. And all the while, with focused tunnel vision as I try to look as inconspicuous, and as “I don’t have wee down my legs, honest”, as possible. Most of which is entirely contained within my brain, lol.
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  15. // welcome this is my first interactive story in a long time. Hope you enjoy.// //this interactive story will focus both on the officers and the criminals desperation for a pee with minor to medium detail on crimes and officer duties and patrol beats, etc.// Welcome to North Point City, a city of inventors, a city of enlightenment, a city of peace. These are all things that describes this city. But there is a dark side to the city too, just like any city there is a cesspool of crime and villainy. But to maintain the peace and serve the citizens of this great city there is the North Point City Police Department or N.P.P.D this department services over 9 districts, each district containing 15 or so residential blocks in each of 3 different subzones within a district. The department is home to around 9500 Officers with various specialized divisions such as criminal investigations, k9 unit, and rapid response tactical squad or the R.R.T.S. but this a just a brief overview of the department, there are many more divisions and specialized units handling different assignments across the city at any given point in time. The current citizen to police officer ratio is 5 Officers to every 150 citiizens. You are a recently graduated police officer of the police academy and have been assigned to patrol district 5 of the city which encompasses the major landmarks and beaches of the city along with the residential block that has the highest report of domestic abuse and family fights in the city. This area is the one where if a citizen is arrested for a crime they are more than 2/3rds likely to reoffend and be arrested by an officer again on a different charge. As you hear your alarm beep at the exact time of 9:00 am you sit up and realize you had forgotten to take your bedtime pee and know that you won't have much time before you have to go in for morning patrol shift which is what you have been assigned to for your probation period of one year before you are let off the metaphorical leash and left to your own patrol beat and to bring your own brand of justice while still adhering to the protocols of the department and laws of the city. You stretch and just as your about to head to get yourself some breakfast but your bladder decides it's time to pang another signal that you need to empty your bladder. So before you have breakfast do you? A) take a shower and get dressed in your uniform B) take your morning pee C) have another glass of water while you decide what your gonna have for breakfast D) workout and make sure your in top physical shape before you head out to the station for your assignment. //I await your hopefully many responses and wish for you all to enjoy this story as much as I will have writing it.
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  16. Version 1.0.0

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    Four videos from Ageplay24/7 starring the cute actress Alexis Blaze In the first video, Alexis wakes up from a nap in a soaked diaper. She changes out of it and cries for her mommy (Morgan Lee) who then breastfeeds her. The second video celebrates baby Alexis' birthday. She is fooling around with some paw mittens, wets her diaper and changes. Then she is fed by a male actor and is off to a nap. She is pretty much just playing around and being absolutely adorable, in the third video. In the fourth video, Alexis has apparently been cheating on her boyfriend, naughty girl! She is tied up and forced to cum in her diapers. Enjoy
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  17. Version 1.0.0

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    Fit looking girl films herself wetting white panties in denim shorts sat on step outside. Pity you don't see a bit more of her. No idea where this originally came from
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  18. So I have just failed a pee holding challenge. Someone said I had to wait till 11. I managed till 10:45ish. I am wondering of some good punishment ideas that we should have on here for when people fail their holds. All suggestions welcome! :D
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  19. The way I fill it, is through.. Being a TOTAL WEEEB!!
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  20. That is still a huge amount, glad I could join on the latest parts of your hold!
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  21. This was so hot. I love peeing in my swimsuits and have done similar things to this so many times. I don't have the courage to do it as publicly as you have though.
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  22. I need something to distract me !
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  23. Not moving is what works the best to me ! I'm currently lying in my bed and will listen to music to pass some time.
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  24. Yes, totally going to measure ! I feel a lot of pressure now !
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  25. Actually, I'd like to break my previous record (1L) so I keep my bladder strong ! I'm an impatient person and don't like holding when I'm forced to so I usually go with rapid desperation and a lot of green tea. However, this time I'd like to know how long I would last in a real life situation and what's my actual bladder capacity ! I think I'm 8,5 right now ! Yes, I had to interrupt so many holds because of it, and it's a shame because it takes a lot of time for me to be desperate !
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  26. Urine Girl 3

    Agreed, it's one of my favorites. I love "accidental" desperation in pee and "squirt" (pee) porn; so genuine. I didn't upload this here because it's straight up porn. Definitely needs a NUDITY warning. . Download Urine Girl 3 from GigaPeta Downloading does require registration because of the file size, but I've not had any negative effects from registering my email.
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  27. Hi, just saw this video. she is really hot in my opinion, and the situation (desperate, toilet locked, humiliation) is just perfect. office woman is desperate but finds the toilet locked so rushes to the men’s https://www.erome.com/a/Nvh5GTur
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  28. A drawing i did of sailor moon. I hope to maybe stat posting some of my art here. (Sorry for bad photo quality.)
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  29. I hope I speak for the community thank you for doing what you do.
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  30. Maybe do something embarrassing as punishment?
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  31. maybe wear the wet clothes for like an hour or so
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  32. well, I sprung a slow, but steady leak in my pants. I tried everything to clamp down and stop, but it kept coming out. So I waddled into the shower. I tried to stop at a partial wetting, but my penis just went off, spraying a small arch of pee through the front of my pjs. I tried a forceful crotch grab, but ended up soaking bothof my hands. It felt so good to involuntarily piss myself, while trying to hold back.
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  33. Doesn't matter. Dares are always welcome!
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  34. conclusion to yesterday: I was absolutely bursting. I undressed and stood in front of the toilet, while listening to the shower running. I stood up straight and relinquished my penis. The second I did, I started dribbling pee from my quivering penis. Every few minutes, a hard jet of pee would burst from me, and I would stop it with my hand. I tried to aim into the bowl while spurting, but I made a bit of a mess anyway. After what seemed like an hour, was likely more like 10 minutes, I had an accident. I thought I could stop after a few spurts, like before, but no amount of pinching or tugging at my penis could stop the flood that burst from me. In my efforts to keep holding, all I managed to do was spray an uncontrollable stream onto the raised toilet lid and on the floor. When I realized I was at the point of no return, I managed to aim my stream into the toilet, and stood there, pissing for ages, my back arched in the pleasure of letting out all that pent up pee from my hard, aching bladder
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  35. To add on to what Kirito mentioned, Gastor's posts are now moderated and he has been banned for 7 days as he's been warned before. Thank you to all users who initially reported his post. Please do feel free to move on and resume posting on-topic, thanks!
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  36. I have a fantasy that I think I will never be able to acomplish... since ever I really want a video of a desperate girl wearing medieval robes (peasant or noble), wetting herself on thouse clothes by accident or even on porpous. Do you guys know something like that to share with me?
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  37. O New Years Eve I put on a pair of nude pantyhose under a black pair of jeans and went out to the countdown. it was pretty cold at 5 degrees so I pretty much had to go to bathroom most of the time but I did not. I awaited countdown and at 00:00 I squirted a little into my hose and it really felt great. When walking away I kept on letting go a little more and more and eventually with full force. Since I was in a crowd I doubt anyone took note of it but definitely I felt good until my legs started to freeze and I let it go one more time half an hour later.
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  38. Part 2! (Please remember, this is a reenactment, not an actual translation) As a true display of her holding prowess, other girl now sits on the table, legs spread. And as proof of her ability; not a single drop of urine has escaped her dominating hold. She really hasn't leaked at all... A-and I'm... Come on! I'm at my limit here! I want to cross my legs, I want to hold it! I-if she doesn't lose it soon, I- Shocked by her adversary's brazen nature, New Girl became momentarily distracted. Without her full attention, her tired muscles could not hold back the floor even a second longer. However! The final challenge yet remains for Other Girl. For at the end of these competitions, the winning lady must overcome the daunting victory lap. First the winner is allowed to let it out, but only for a scant second! A-Ah! I can't believe how good this feels, b-but! Then, they must keep themselves contained for five seconds of pure torment! Ooh! This feels like an e-eternity! It's only been two seconds...! I'm going to burst if I don't pee, right now! H-Hold it! Until finally, when the match winner finally gets their true relief; perhaps the ultimate trophy of them all! Ahhh...!
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  39. As I promised, yesterday I done the challenge with public restrooms for a day. "The day" started when I got up and was finished next morning. Since I live in a relatively small city I also decided to use public transport, not my own car, otherwise it wouldn't be a problem going from home to the city to use public toilet. For those who don't know, I have a small bladder and a bit overactive as well, probably from holding pee very often as part of my fetish. For me it's normal to go to the toilet about every 2 hours if I drink a normal amount of liquid for adult person and can't hold pee very long. Challenge started with morning pee, because I always really really have to pee when I wake up. It was not any different yesterday. I quickly dressed up in my tight jeans, panties, pantyhose, Tshirt, long sweater, winter jacket and sneakers. I also took a backpack with spare clothes. Bus station for city bus is luckily nearby my flat. Since it was not even 8 in the morning, the nearest public toilet I could think of, was at 24/7 gas station. It is about 15 minutes bus ride and what was more worrying, it's still about 10 minutes walk from bus station to the gas station. But that was still the best option I could take so early in the morning. When I was waiting for a bus, minutes felt like eternity. I had to wait 12 minutes for bus to arrive and I was already at the stage when I was not able to stand still, squeezing my legs together, crossing them, moving weight from one foot to other. Bus finally arrived and I quickly found the seat. The whole ride I was all about concentrating not to start peeing, but a few spurts came out anyway. Not enough to really show, but I felt wetness in my panties. I was so focused on my bladder I nearly missed the bus station and got of the bus at the last moment and during that, released more pee in my pants, making a visible wet patch between my legs.That luckily released enough pressure of my bladder I manage to reach the gas station without any more spurts and manage to let the rest of pee in the toilet. I felt so good, but I was a little worried since the rest of the day was still in front of me and I barely made it this time. But next time at least I can leave home when I feel the first need to pee signs, not at the last minute like in the morning. I changed my pants, panties and pantyhose and went to the nearby supermarket to buy some fresh bread for my breakfast. I was too early and shops were still closed and I had to wait for them to open. While I was waiting, I felt another need to pee sign from my bladder. I guess I didn't let all out at the gas station because I was holding so long before. When the shop finally opened at 9, I went in, bought my breakfast and used public toilet before going home. So far, I already visited 2 toilets nearest to my home. When I came home, I ate breakfast right away, because I was already really hungry. I knew I will need to pee soon, since I drank coffee and water, so I took a shower, put fresh spare clothes to my bag and went to the city to find the next public toilet. Not surprisingly, the day was full of trips from home to the city and back, full of desperation and occasionally dump panties, but no real wetting yet, since the city has a lot of places where you can use the public toilet during the day. But holding pee all day was starting to weaken my bladder muscles and it was harder and harder to hold it, especially since I always drank water and soft drinks after I went to the toilet. For the evening I decided I will put on my female clothes. I mean fully presented myself as a female, with wig, silicone breasts forms and full makeup. I've chosen for the evening dark blue tight dress with skirt at knee length, light blue pantyhose, matching blue shoes with 4 inch stiletto heels and black artificial fur jacket. I put in my handbag spare panties and pantyhose, just in case. Well, it's a lie, I knew I will need them sooner than later. Since I was drinking a lot of liquid all day, I was already desperate when I was still at home and dressing up. Not a good sign. Luckily taxi was already waiting and I was on the way to the city. When we arrived, I went to the nearby hotel to pee and again barely made it without wetting myself. And now comes the hard part. In our city all public toilets are closed after 10 PM, not that many of them was left on my list anyway, but for the rest of the night I had to rely on toilets in bars and night clubs and that's a problem. Since I was dressed as a women, I could only go in certain clubs. Basically only in 2 clubs, one is a gay club and another one is a regular club, but they also don't make a fuss how you're dressed. It was 11 PM and now I was already on a one hour "pee schedule" and the whole night was still in front of me. I went to a bar where I met some people I know, we drank and had a good time. Before midnight struck, I really had to pee again but still trying to hold it so I would need next toilet visit as late as possible. Panties were already wet, but I was still waiting. My friends also noticed my nervousness and they asked. I didn't want to tell them the real reason and just said I was lazy and postponing toilet visit. At that time first dribble went down my legs, so I knew it's really time to go. I quickly went to the toilet and peed as hard and as long as I could. Now it was time to go to one of the clubs. We entered first one without any problems and continue partying and I used a toilet when I needed. Of course, at the last moment again. Now I had to go to the next club. I convinced one of my friends to join me. Club was packed full, we were waiting almost 30 minutes to enter. When we finally made it, we continue having a good time. But mixture of alcohol and soft drinks I was drinking all evening was not only making me pee, but also mest up my time conception. Since I was desperate all day long, I was now at the stage "ok, I need to go, but I can wait a little", but in reality I was really desperate and started to leak in my panties so much some of the pee run down my legs in my shoes already. Now I realise I really have to pee and went to the toilet. But on my arrival I realise there is a long line in front of ladies room. Since I was dressed as a women, I would have to go to the ladies room. I just didn't want to go to the mens room full of drunk men and me dressed as a women. I was standing in the line with other women for at least 15 minutes if not more, even chatting a little with one of them and in the mean time squeezing my legs together, crossing them, moving weight from one foot to other, but nothing helped and I was leaking more and more, pantyhose were so wet already, I think wetness already started showing under my skirt line and than a spurt turned into a stream and I was peeing in full extend, making a puddle in front of toilet that I could used if I arrived a bit earlier. I was totally humiliated, everyone was looking at me and I couldn't even stop peeing and was just standing there. Surprisingly I noticed a few compassionate looks on faces of some women, probably the ones who wet them self in the past and know how it feels and a few giggles from some other women of course. Wetting in the night club was different hard on me mentally and tears were also running down my face. When I finally stopped peeing, I run out of the toilet area as fast as I could in wet high heels to find my friend. I couldn't find him, so I just send him a text "I have to go" and left the club. In nearby alley I changed my totally wet panties and pantyhose with the spare ones. Now I was out of ideas where to pee and still have 4 hours until challenge time is up. So, I just walked around a while, bought a bottle of water in vending machine and drank it, since I was thirsty. Now, my mind was sharp again and I decided to walk to the train station to check if their toilet is open. When I arrived I really needed to pee again, but sadly toilet was closed, as all other public toilets in town. I guess, people waiting for the train could pee on the train, but I was not that lucky. I walked back to the city centre and decided to enter another club, but they didn't want to let me in. When I was begging I just need to use the toilet and it was near closing time anyway and most of the people left already, doorman nodded his head and said "just pee yourself". I was shocked. In my mind, I answered "I will do that in a minute", but when I was already turning away from the door, he changed his mind and let me it. I was really happy and run to the toilet, before he change his mind again. This time I made it without any incident. I bought another drink at the bar and waited until closing time. Now it was already a time that buses started their morning routes and I could go home with the bus. I was out of the money and I don't want to pay a taxi with a credit card, when dressed in female clothes. I was siting at the bus station and waiting for my bus, when I noticed a familiar feeling in my bladder. I was already thinking what to do, but before I decided, bus arrived. I entered not knowing if I can make it home dry or not. Well, it was an empty hope, since I started leaking soon after bus drove over first speed bumps on the road. Half way home I just couldn't hold it any more. I didn't even felt when pee gushed out since panties were already wet, it just started flooding my panties. I wet myself right there on the bus seat, totally soaking my skirt too and pee started running off the seat making a puddle on the floor. People seating behind me noticed of course, but it was nothing I could do, except pretending nothing happened. I felt bad for peeing on the bus seat, but it was so sudden I couldn't do anything. When I came home, I took a shower and I peed again while showering and than went to bed. Day was over for me. As a cherry on the cake, not even part of the challenge, I wet my bed in sleep as well, since I was quite exhausted and my bladder muscles were totally uncooperative too. I just didn't wake up when I needed to pee, even it was probably already past the time when challenge officially ended. Today I was running to the toilet all day long as well and decided to wear diapers just in case tonight. I hope you like my story. I must say it was fun doing this challenge, no matter how embarrassing I felt in the club or on the bus. Luckily I didn't meet any of my neighbours when I arrived home. I might do it again sometimes.
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  40. I'm pretty sure that indecent exposure (particularly male) is frowned upon in many places.
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  41. 26 MB 5:31 min Japanese desperate goes in urinal.mp4
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  43. Ely's art

    Thank you ! I got the idea from a nice Doujinshi called "Tokonatsu! Hamuko-chan" I'm into fantasy and supernatural things (halloween mood) so I draw this as young a vampire who got caught by a vampire hunter, tied up and denied to go to the toilet because of course he might escape. Drawing of the day is : Asuramaru from Owari no Seraph. Do demons even have to pee ? Nevermind, I enjoyed it, it's been a long time since I made my last digital drawing !
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  44. Today was the end of my first week at my new job, and a couple of my volunteers and co-workers took me out for drinks after work this evening. I was wearing a long ankle length dress and pair of my favorite little mermaid panties (black fishy panties). Well after a couple of drinks (really good local craft beer, Vancouver has tonnes of this), I called the hubby and he came and joined us after his work and some complicated transit. The celebrating ended somewhat early, so that it was still light when we headed for the Skytrain home. Now as some of you know, I’ve a bit of a reputation for being a slightly leaky and messy drunk. I wasn’t drunk at this point but I was feeling incredibly naughty so rather than head right home with my hubby, I took us on a detour when we got off the Skytrain and led us to a park near our place. We hung out sitting on the grass for a while talking and laughing and then making out a little bit like horny teenagers. It was tones of fun. I love doing this sort of thing, as I really didn’t do it very much as a teen, but I need to be in the right mood. Well I definitely was in the right mood and getting more excited by the minute. I was sitting with my dress underneath me, and at one point I shifted my legs so that it pooled around me, exposing my panty-covered bum to the cool grass. While kissing my hubby I guided his hand up my dress to touch me over my panties. It felt very naughty being felt up in a public place, and my heart was pounding. My bladder was also filling. The ride home from the pub was not a short one, and I’m not known for my iron bladder. It was becoming noticeably full, something that was not by the position I was sitting in. Feeling the urge, combined with being incredible turned on as a result of the serious heavy petting I was experiencing and the beers, I decided I wanted to be extra naughty. Switching into little’s mode mid-kiss I broke off to whisper in my hubbies ear “Daddy, I have to pee.” He stopped for a moment, his hand still rubbing the outside of my panties. “Right now? Can you hold it?” He inquired, playing along gamefully. I shook my head in an exaggerated shake. “You want me to…” But before he had a chance to reply, I grabbed his arm, pushing his hand firmly against the crotch of my panties, and shook my head. His eyes grew wide. He’s not into wetting and kinky stuff all that much, but he knows how much it turns me on, he didn’t mind playing along, knowing it would drive me wild. It didn’t take more than an instant before I released, as I really did have to go, and I flooded my already slightly damp panties. The feeling of warmth that spread quickly across the gusset of my panties, augmented by the pressure from his hand (which had stopped rubbing) was amazing. I could feel the grass around my inner thighs and bum getting wet and was suffused in a full body feeling of ‘naughtiness’ looking out around the public and well-occupied park as I soaked my panties. I think if I had been doing this exact thing as a teenage I would have climaxed right there on the spot, but I’m no longer a horny teenager, I could certainly wait until I got home, but just barely. After I had stopped, I reveled n the feeling of warm pee slowly cooling in my panties, and continued to look around the park at the various people, going about their day, oblivious to the enormity of the panty wetting going on under my dress. After a little while, my hubby removed his soaked hand and wiped it on the grass. I grinned at him in a horny-stupid grin I’ve seen mostly guys make, and blurted out something like “Take me home Daddy, I had an accident.” Now out of character he said “I’ll say you had.” And he helped me up. As I stood, I was careful so that my dress didn’t get into too much contact with my soaked panties. I could also feel the now cool pee running down the insides of my legs, like tantalizing chilly tongues, licking my inner thighs, sending tingling shivers all over my body. I wobble a little at first but then we were on our way. Our place is about 5 blocks from the park, and about a block along I asked my hubby if he could see a wet spot, while feeling my bum. He informed me that he could not, and I was satisfied that the thickness of the dress and downward dripping motion of the pee, meant that no one could see I had peed my panties. I loved the rubbing feeling of the wet edges of my panty gussets on my inner thigh, and I could feel my pulse throbbing in my sex. My heart was pounding, and my entire body was screaming for sex. The elevator ride up to our flat was almost tortuous, if I hadn’t been holding my hubbies hand. He tried at some more role play, and blurted out something about little girls who wet their panties needing to be punished, but I stopped him, moving out of the age-play dynamic which sometimes he has difficulty getting into, I whispered in his ear in a distinctly un-little voice. “I need you to fuck me, and hard.” I could tell that this took all the pressure off him. I rubbed up against him like a scent marking cat and groped the front of his trousers. He was pretty hard when we exited the elevator and headed for our flat. I’m glad we didn’t run into any of our neighbours at this time. Once inside, we both shed our clothes with gusto. My shoes were off and in a single fluid motion I had my dress up over my head so that I was standing in the front hallway in nothing by a bra and wet panties. Still mostly dressed my hubby guided me into our room, and undid my bra. When we went to remove my wet panties I stopped him and told him I wanted them on, and that I wanted it rough. He was naked before I knew it, and I was on my hands and knees on the bed, exposing my wet-panty covered bum to him. He reached for the wet gusset, and pulling it aside, entered me, roughly. I don’t usually share these last details in my story, but I couldn’t resist sharing this part today. The feeling of being fucked (this was no love-making), while still wearing the panties that I had wet in public a short while ago drove me wild. Every thrust shifted the fabric of my wet panties against me let, and reminded me of my ‘accident.’ It did not take either of us to climax and it was certainly a most satisfying one. As I came, I could feel myself leaking considerably, and I added even more fluid into the soaking panties. I was all manic and energized from the park activity and couldn’t lay still for the post-sex cuddle. I also had to pee again, that very pressing after-sex pee that has to happen now. Well I grabbed my husband’s phone and stood up, I was dripping cum into my panties as I did so. I found a well lit place in our room, and shot some video of me soaking my panties even more. I couldn’t stop dripping cum, and pee, and all manner of other sexy fluids into my panties. I stood there and enjoyed the rushing feeling, the unstoppable dripping feeling. Filling my panties. I took two videos (well more than that), but I had to do some amateur editing to cut out my girl parts, which were clearly visible at different times. I think I must have leaked into my panties for a good 4 minutes. And afterwards I had to put on a Goodnite, as I was dripping all evening! Soaking Panties 1.mp4 Soaking Panties 2.mp4 Well, I wanted to share this story with you all, I hope you enjoyed it. It was certainly tonnes of fun for me! You can’t quite make out just how wet my panties were because of their colour, but they were certainly soaked. The shot of the gusset provides an example of just how wet they got. In case anyone is interested, the panties in question, dried after being soaked thoroughly twice, are for sale, in case anyone wants them! Let me know and get in touch or visit my site: http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Rach p.s. Now that my panties have dried, I can tell you that they smell divine, the perfect after-sex and panty-wetting accident smell!
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  45. On Pornhub :3 Here are the links: https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5892d3a4d4935 https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph59a392f192a18
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  46. Dude, over half your posts are complaining about this type of content. You're a broken record. This is your warning to knock it off. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but desperation and accident content of all kinds are welcome on this site, and aren't going anywhere. We even have a messing tag built in. Leave the modding to the mods, if you see something you REALLY think you shouldn't be on the site hit that report button, but for the love of god pardon my french, quit fucking bitching.
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