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  1. Version 1.0.0

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    This one is from from the site Manyvids. Sorry it's a bit of a large file. A girl pees in her jeans, takes off her top, and does some basic JOI kind of stuff. Amateurish in production quality. The sound is kind of poor and some sort of static or something when she the camera around, but still good.
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  2. I originally wrote this and posted to Tumblr, but now that Tumblr is dead, I figured I might as well repost it here. Original article follows below: Holding pee is a relatively harmless activity, but like all sex acts it carries some risks, and it’s important to be educated about how to mitigate them. Please note I am not a doctor and this is not medical advice. For actual medical advice, or when in doubt, consult your doctor. If you have existing conditions that affect your kidneys or urinary tract, your risks may be different; please do your research. Bladder Rupture Fortunately, contrary to myth, merely holding your pee will not cause your bladder to literally burst! Your body will eventually pee involuntarily. That said, if bladder rupture were to occur due to injury, illness, or physical blockage, it would be extremely dangerous, and potentially lethal. Never, ever use any device to block your urethra or prevent yourself from peeing! While holding, avoid any situation where there is a risk of physical trauma to your bladder. Kidney Damage Urine backing up to your kidneys is unlikely, but potentially serious. If you are healthy, this should never happen just from holding your pee. If you ever feel pain low in your sides instead of in your bladder or muscles, put the scene on pause and take care of your body. If you can’t get the pain to stop, pee. If it still doesn’t stop after you pee, or if you feel ill, seek medical attention. You can reduce the risk of this by avoiding clothing or body positions that physically push the contents of your bladder upwards. Hydration Kidneys try to keep the concentration of electrolytes in your blood stable, so the more salt and sugar you consume, the less pee you make, and the more water you drink, the more pee you make. (This is obviously a big oversimplification.) Kidneys produce a maximum of about 1L of pee an hour. There is literally no point to drinking more than that from an omorashi perspective. The more you exceed your kidneys’ maximum operating capacity, the more you risk throwing off the chemical balance of your blood, which can be medically dangerous. If you feel nauseous, shivery, or just somehow not-quite-right, eat something salty and don’t drink more. Kidneys aren’t meant to operate at maximum capacity all the time. Drinking 1L/hr for more than a few hours at a time could carry health risks. Kidneys react slowly to changes in hydration. Particularly after an omorashi session, it is important to continue drinking plenty of fluids at a gradually decreasing rate. Your kidneys will still be working on overdrive, so if you stop drinking all at once, you risk dehydration. This is also why you may get quite thirsty after you’ve already drunk enough to fill your bladder. Most people are dehydrated in daily life, so when you begin an omorashi session, your first goal is to rehydrate your body and get your kidneys used to it. Hence, the “rapid desperation method” is exactly right about taking an hour or two to drink plenty of fluids before commencing the holding session. For pre- and especially post-session hydration, it is a good idea to drink fluids with electrolytes, such as juice, Gatorade, or Coke, since you want the fluids to go into rehydrating your body. For the holding session itself, water or tea is better, since it functions like a diuretic, making your kidneys filter more water out of your blood. Drinking large quantities of water can make you feel full and prevent you from being hungry. It is important to eat normally, so that you don’t upset your electrolyte balance. Eating can trigger a bowel urge; if that is something you want to avoid, try to go before you hold your pee, and eat foods that affect your bowels less. Not eating isn’t a healthy strategy. Obviously for those of us who welcome the mess, we can do the reverse. Urinary Tract Infections UTIs are one of the major risks of omorashi, because holding pee significantly increases the risk of getting a UTI. The more concentrated your urine — i.e. (generally) the more yellow it is — the higher the risk that holding could cause a UTI. This means it is a bad idea to hold your morning pee unless you drank a ton before bed and wake up totally bursting. It also means if you’ve been going about your day for six hours and start to need to pee, it’s probably a bad time to start holding it. Go pee, hydrate yourself, then start your hold. Not allowing your bladder to fully empty increases your chance of a UTI. Regaining control after a leak is part of the fun, but be aware of the risk if you have a major flood and stop yourself before fully emptying your bladder. Peeing after sex or ejaculation substantially reduces the risk of contracting a UTI, and it is a widely recommended habit even for vanilla folks. So save the sex until you’re ready to be done with holding your pee! If after a holding session you feel a bit of stinging and need to pee constantly, even when you’re empty, you might have a mild UTI. The best thing to do is wash yourself and drink plenty of fluids (which you should be doing anyway), and pee frequently in the potty. UTI symptoms are similar to many STDs. It ought to go without saying that if you are having partnered sex, you should regularly get tested for STDs. Mild UTIs are uncomfortable, but not that serious. If you take care of yourself, they should clear up pretty quickly within a few days. If it sticks around, gets worse, or you have other symptoms, seek medical attention. Naturally, take it easy on sex and holding for a few days after recovering from a UTI. Blueberries and cranberries are protective against UTIs. Also they are delicious. Cranberry juice is the perfect hydrating juice to accompany a holding session! Bladder Capacity and Control Human bladders are pretty much all the same size. Differences in capacity are due to reflexes, sensations, and muscle tone of the sphincters, the bladder itself, and the pelvis in general. The feeling of “I gotta go pee” is called micturition, and the amount of pee that triggers it can change a lot based on your habits. If you normally pee as soon as you need to go, you will feel like you need to go when your bladder only contains a couple hundred milliliters of pee. If you normally hold it for a while, you might not start feeling like you need to go until your bladder is twice that full. The fun part of omorashi starts when you need to pee, so it’s a good idea to make a habit of drinking plenty and peeing as soon as you need to go unless you’re in a holding session. That way, you will start feeling desperate sooner. You will often read that the human bladder can only hold 500-600 mL. Since many experienced omorashi players can easily hold 1L or more, this is probably a description of the point where the bladder is full and begins to stretch outwards. This may also be the point where involuntary reflexes to pee kick in. Don’t make a frequent long term habit of holding it until it’s an emergency. Holding to that point on a regular basis can over time cause the muscles that make up your bladder walls to become thicker, reducing your bladder’s ability to stretch and potentially causing very reduced bladder capacity. It can also affect your bladder reflexes, so that you don’t feel you need to pee until it is too late. While simulating incontinence is the whole point of omorashi, actual medical incontinence is a health risk to avoid. Strengthening your Kegel muscles is a good way to increase your ability to hold a full bladder, and it also makes for better orgasms. So particularly if you enjoy trying to beat your capacity record, the way to do it is with Kegel exercises. You want to strengthen your voluntary ability to hold, not weaken your involuntary urinary reflexes or your bladder itself. Learn how much you can hold before you pee involuntarily, and make sure to drink more than that whenever you hold. It both stresses your bladder walls and increases your risk of UTI to hold a mostly full bladder for a long time. Even if you don’t enjoy wetting, it’s important for desperation play to have an endgame. Rashes and Cleanup Healthy urine is more or less sterile when it leaves your body, so getting it on your skin is harmless. When exposed to the air, however, the urea in pee starts turning into ammonia and it starts attracting bacteria. Both the ammonia and the bacteria aren’t the nicest things to have against your damp skin. If you keep your pee soaked clothes on for hours, you may get a rash. If you are well hydrated, and to a lesser extent if your diet is low in protein, your pee will contain less urea. So if you like staying in your pee puddle for a long time, it’s extra important for you to pee clear. If you make a habit of changing clothes and drying off after wetting yourself, and you are well hydrated, you can probably avoid a rash even if you don’t shower immediately. This is good news for the folks who like to smell of pee. If you do get a rash, the thing to do is gently but thoroughly wash the area with soap and water. Moisturizing baby lotion can also help. Try to keep the area dry while it heals. If the rash seems serious or you worry it may be infected, seek medical attention. Let’s be honest, most of us don’t do our pissy laundry immediately. Especially for those of us who have to use a shared laundry or laundromat, it often has to sit for a few days. If the laundry is going to have to wait, it’s a good idea to rinse your peed clothes immediately in clean water. That way, you’re less likely to end up with an ammonia smell in your home, or clothes that still smell after you wash them. Holding Techniques, etc. Staying still, particularly lying down or sleeping, triggers the hormones and reflexes that keep you from getting a full bladder or peeing in your sleep. So doing that will help you hold it literally as long as possible. Most omorashi players are more interested in the desperate feeling and loss of control, however, and for us it is better to keep the urinary reflexes awake with mild physical activity. Getting up to walk around or doing a vigorous potty dance will bring you to the brink of a genuine accident sooner. That’s great because it reduces your UTI risk, causes less stiffness in your bladder muscles in the long run, and fits more easily in your busy schedule! The feeling of wetness against the skin of your perineum can trigger the reflex to pee, so if you want to find out just how bad you really are at holding it, you can soak a cotton ball with some warm water and nestle it against your taint when you start your omorashi session. Putting Stuff in Your Body If you really like having yellow pee, you might be tempted to ignore the advice to be well hydrated. A better tactic is to take extra B vitamins, which come out in your pee as a yellow color. Similarly, if you like having smelly pee, still drink lots of fluids, but eat foods that cause your pee to have a strong smell. Drinking fresh pee from a healthy person is safe. Once pee has been sitting out for a few minutes, it can begin to accumulate ammonia and bacteria, so it’s wiser not to drink it. While healthy urine is sterile, urine can communicate infection, including STDs. Before drinking someone’s pee or letting it touch your skin, be sure you trust that they are healthy. Drinking pee will not help you rehydrate, because it actually increases the concentration of electrolytes and waste products in your body. So if you are drinking pee, you should also drink other fluids. Please do not ever use medical diuretics recreationally. You can safely get plenty of diuretic effect from drinking water. Moderate amounts of caffeine, alcohol, and certain herbs such as dandelion, are also good ways to get your kidneys going. Keep in mind that anything with a diuretic effect can make you dehydrated unless you replace the fluids that are being flushed from your body. As with any other sexual activity, be smart and responsible. We are all entitled to make our own decisions about what risks to take with our own bodies, but in making those decisions we should be informed, sober-minded, and conscious of long-term consequences. If you ever feel sick, in pain, or just not-quite-right, stop and assess the situation. Communicate honestly and fully with any partners about the state of your mind and body. Be proactive about protecting your partners from health risks.
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  3. Firstly I wanted to say a huge thank you for accepting me. I am an overweight, older mum with grey hairs and never enough time to shave or get a hair cut. For those reasons, and a few more, I have struggled to feel attractive or sexy. Add in the fact that I mostly get aroused by having a full bladder and being bursting to pee or seeing someone else in that position and I felt different, ugly and weird. That was until I found this site. For quite a while, like most others, I lurked and enjoyed the stories (especially so many of @Despguy123but I was reluctant to post myself. A few months ago I picked up the courage to post and now I check on here daily and post most days. I feel accepted here and understood and even a bit sexy! I just wanted to say to anyone who is reluctant to get an account and post that this place is so supportive so don’t be shy. It’s ok to love omorashi, in fact it’s more than ok! You are not alone. There’s a place here for you wether you are young, old or in between and whatever you look like. I could not be further from the models you see holding and wetting if I tried but that doesn’t mean I am not attractive. Huge thanks to the moderators who make this site what it is.
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  4. Can you stop asking for paid content to be free? Buy them from B2B's website if you want them so badly.
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  5. Often enough people want to write a story. But they can't think of a particularly good plot. Or a good way to execute a plot. Or don't have the motivation or time to commit to the hours it takes to write and edit a "proper" story. Particularly since stories can sometimes get swept off the front page here quickly enough that they get missed by a large chunk of their potential audience. But! If you have half an hour to spare you can write a quick little story with a fun writing exercise that I sometimes use. I call it Writing-On-A-Roll but it has plenty of other names, whatever. The point is you roll a die a few times, compare the results to the handy table I'll make below, then spend exactly 30 minutes working on a story that you've been given the prompts for. There are online dice rolling simulators if you don't have a physical one handy. Just google "dice roller". Then post whatever you get done in 30 minutes. You should definitely post it. The more people who do the more people will feel comfortable sharing. It doesn't have to have great structure, or be well edited, or be long. Just whatever you manage. Maybe it'll inspire you to spend a bit more time on it and make it into a standalone story, maybe it'll get your mind and motivation working on something else, maybe it'll just be a thing you did for 30 minutes one time. It's worth reading over the table first and replacing anything you really wouldn't want to write about. The point is to write about something that isn't your usual focus/interest, but not something completely unappealing. Finally, this is the honour system. You get one set of rolls and 30 minutes, play fair. ? Character 1. You, exactly you. 2. An exhausted waitress 3. An irritated scientist 4. A tipsy actress 5. A bubbly young parent 6. A bossy reporter Setting 1. A small town during a thunderstorm 2. A space station during a rare astronomical event 3. A cruise ship in the middle of the ocean 4. A busy city street during a festival 5. A vehicle crossing the desert 6. A party with no one that you know Climax 1. "Just made it" 2. "Private accidental wetting" 3. "Semi-public accidental wetting" 4. "Very public accidental wetting" 5. "Private deliberate wetting" 6. "Public deliberate wetting"
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  6. Authors note: I know on my last story I said I wasn’t going to post much here anymore but decided to write a story anyway. So I guess I’m back? Even though it hasn’t been that long. Idk really just enjoy the story. —————————————- Anne was the most attractive girl in the school. She was gorgeous, and the way she carried herself was so confident and sexy. She had every reason too, along with being physically perfect Anne was smart, mature and one of the heads of the Model UN club. She was 18 going on 30. She was way out of league for my dorky ass. I tried to snapchat her twice and gotten left on opened both times. Guess that’s what I get for going for the hottest girl in the school. Today I managed to land myself in detention. I supposed I should’ve actually done my math homework instead of playing video games all weekend long. “Mr. Johnson is there a reason you decided to not do your homework?” I was blushing the whole time. Anne was definitely thinking about how childish and stupid I was as Mr. Sellmey gave me detention for missing homework for the tenth time in a row. Anne of course would never not do her homework. What happened at the end of the period really shocked. About three minutes before the end of the period a guy approaching Anne. (Brave son of a bitch, I will say) He decided it was a good idea to make some weird sexual remark. “God, you are such an immature little shit!” She yelled in response. “Miss Cauper there will be no swearing in my classroom!” Everyone in the class was shocked. “Detention, my classroom after school.” “I have UN club after school!” Anne was determined to get out of it. “Well perhaps you should act more like someone who belongs in the UN. My room after school.” Mr. Sellmey wasn’t backing down. The guy actually managed to get off the hook. Not sure how as what he said was probably far worse than what Anne said, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Besides, why would I complain about an excuse to spend an hour alone with Anne? So at the end of the day I headed back to Mr. Sellmey’s classroom. I took a seat in the back of the classroom. About two minutes later Anne walked in. Man was she looking hot. She was in some tight blue jeans, black sock boots and red sweater. Even as she marched into detention she still held up her usual confident posture. She sat down in the front row like she did in every class. “David can you please come to the front.” Mr. Sellmey sternly said to me. I walked up to the front and sat next to Anne. My stomach filled with butterflies. God she is so hot. “The two of you will be here until 4:00. I expect no talking or nonsense.” Mr. Sellmey laid out the rules for us. Anne groaned and pushed back her blonde curls. It was obvious that she wasn’t used to being in detention. I pulled out my phone and started playing some crappy game. It was hard to concentrate with Anne next to me. She pulled out a book and started to read. After a few minutes she closed her book and was about to stand up but Mr. Sellmey walked out the room. She pulled out her book again and started to read. “Hi.” I decided to try to make conversation while the teacher was out. “Hello.” Anne replied in a stern voice. She was clearly not in a good mood. “What are you reading?” I couldn’t think of anything better to say. “A book.” She was really not in a mood to talk. Mr. Sellmey walked back in and sat at his desk. Anne put her book away and went up to Mr. Sellmey. I admired her ass in her jeans the whole time. “May I please go to the restroom?” Anne asked. “No, you’re a senior. You can wait until 4:00.” “I haven’t been since lunch.” Anne sounded really desperate. Lunch was almost three hours ago, and Anne always had a bottle of water in her hand. My dick hardened at the thought of her desperate. “No, you decided to act up in my class so now you pay the price. You want to be an adult? Act like it!” Mr. Sellmey was pissed. Anne walked back to her seat and pulled out her book again. The next half hour was rather dull. I put in my headphones and watched YouTube on my phone. At about 3:35, Mr. Sellmey walked out to talk to a teacher in the hallway. I kept watching YouTube until Anne said something out loud. “You okay?” I didn’t hear what she said because of the headphones but it didn’t sound good. “No, I was just talking to myself.” She didn’t take her eyes off her book. Her voice sounded like it fell apart every word. “Are you sure? You don’t sound too good?” “I said I’m fine!” She really didn’t want to talk to me. I noticed her left hand sneak down to her abdomen where her belt dug deep into her bladder. Her legs were spread widely out. “Can I help you?” She noticed me staring. “You know if you have to pee you can tell me.” It made sense why she didn’t want to talk all detention. She had to pee really bad, worse than I originally thought. My dick was bulging through my pants. “If I wanted to tell you I would’ve already told you!” She looked back her book before looking back at me. “Hey, I’m sorry about that. You haven’t done anything wrong I’m just really stressed right now.” “It’s okay.” My heart was beating fast as hell. I couldn’t believe I was actually talking to Anne Cauper. “I just don’t see how I deserve detention. That douchebag started making comments about me I had every right to curse him out.” “Well, you can’t complain about you don’t control. Besides it was your choice to curse at him.” “I guess you’re right. I just want this to be over.” “Yeah, me too.” “Damn, my back teeth are really floating.” Anne looked really stressed. “And this detention is taking forever.” “Well, maybe if we talk it’ll keep your mind off of it.” We talked for the next fifteen minutes and we got along fairly well. Finally Mr. Sellmey came back. “I want to go home, get the hell out of here.” He waved us out despite only being 3:50. Me and Anne walked out. Anne rushed down the hallway, her boots loudly clacking with every step. “Damnit! No!” She yelled out. The janitors has closed the bathroom for the day. She maintained her composure. She turned around and we started to walk to the parking lot. “Hey Anne, uh, sorry to ask this but uh, can I have a ride?” I usually took the bus but it was an hour after the buses had all left. “Yeah, you can have a ride.” We went to the parking lot and and I got in the passenger seat. She put the keys in the ignition and off we went. “Turn left up here.” I gave her instructions to my home. Anne turned right. “Uh, Anne I said left.” “Shit! My bad.” She stopped to turn the car around. “Do you want me to drive?” I could tell she was having a hard time. “No, no I’m fine. I just need to pee so bad.” I wasn’t used to hearing Anne talk like that. I only usually bearding her answering questions in class or talking about intellectual things with her friends. She must’ve really needed to go to be acting like this. “Hey David, may I use the restroom at your house?” Her face was beat red. It was so surreal, to see such a mature and adult-like person in such a childish and embarrassing state. “Of course.” I tried not to sound too excited but I probably still did anyway. “Thanks.” She gave me a huge smile. “Ah!” She sent a hand down to her crotch. “Are you sure you don’t need me to drive?” Even though we were minutes from my house I still wanted to make sure we actually made it in one piece. “No, I got this!” Anne was determined. We pulled into my driveway and she rushed up to the door. She was bent over crouched as I put the key in to unlock it. “Ah hurry hurry!” I finally got it unlocked and she rushed in, only to be greeting with the sound of my younger sister taking a shower. I completely forgot the Middle schoolers got home at this time. “Teresa when are you done?” I shouted in as Anne writhed in agony. She was completely potty dancing at this point. “I just got in!” My sister shouted out. “Oh damn, I can’t wait any longer!” “Go the woods in the backyard!” I grabbed and started to walk but she resisted. “That’s disgusting I’m not peeing in the woods!” Anne was appalled. “Would you rather piss your pants?” She nodded and followed after I said that. I lead her into my backyard when she stopped moving. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I turned and asked her. “I can’t go any further!” Anne bent down with both hands shoved in her crotch. “I-I-...” The stream started. It pooled up on the crotch of her jeans before running down the back of her legs to her ankles. Pee pooled on the ground in the grass as it dropped from her pants. It filled up her boots to the brim. Anne let out a long satisfied sigh as the weight of her bladder finally let itself free. The sigh quickly turned to anger as she turned around and stormed towards her car. “Hey Anne! Anne!” I shouted after her as she walked with her back to me. She opened the car door and prepared to get in. “Come one Anne.” She turned around and hurried her head in my shoulder and started to cry. I felt her wet legs rub against mine. “I didn’t do anything to deserve this.” I heard her say between sobs. “I know you didn’t.” I hugged her tighter. “No one other than me will know this happened okay.” I felt really bad. I took her inside and got some of my sisters clothes for her. I let her use the shower and eat a snack before walking her out to her. “This will be our little secret okay?” “Okay.” She went to get into her car but turned towards me again. “Here’s my number, call me anytime I’ll gladly pick up for you.” Anne smiled before getting in the car. Maybe detention isn’t so bad after all.
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  7. Next set featuring Teknique. She put her art first instead of going to the toilet and now she regrets that decision.
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  8. Carissa has some of the best videos on b2b imo, well worth the money. My faves are ‘seriously bursting’ and ‘what if you were waiting in line’ but the others are also great.
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  9. From the album: Phentaiee’s Panels

    I actually already finished part 2 but I’m going to post it tomorrow, for some reason
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  10. Version 1.0.0

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    Woke up with the need so got dressed. And went outside and had an accident on purpose ? After pics below
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  11. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    You can't always be lucky! ? I made this as per the request of @Batman007. I thought I could get it done pretty quickly. I hope the result isn't too bad! It definitely doesn't have the same level of refinement I like to put into most of my stuff.
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  12. Locked in

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    Danni wakes up from sleep and really needs to wee but shes locked in her room Have fun
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  13. I hope this isn't a repost, I certainly haven't seen it before. 480P_600K_177575951.mp4
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  14. I sit with my legs tightly crossed one another during what appears to be the longest class I’ve ever had to endure. I vibrate one of my legs against my desk to shake back any urge I have to release the waterfall I’m holding back. Drinking a gallon of water certainly sounds great until you are held hostage in a classroom. I tap my pencil on my paper and glance around the room, looking for anything to distract myself. The inspirational poster on the wall of a overflowing waterfall that says “Always push forward” is no help and neither was the girl in front of me who insists on swirling her iced coffee around and around… sloshing like an open ocean… just flowing freely.. The same way my bladder would be.. NO! I can’t think about that right now. My eyes dart out the window and I stare at a single pine tree, focusing on the individual branches, the spine of the tree, and the small animals that scurry up and down the trunk. I squeeze my legs together just a little more and take a deep breath in. I bring my focus back to the lecture and begin jotting down the notes my professor displayed on the projector. That’s when I noticed that my urges weren’t going undetected. The boy sitting across from me is staring at my shaking legs. I pretend I don’t see him, but he continues to stare. He has these big brown eyes that are just magnetic and pull my attention right at his gaze. I look right into them, and he looks right into mine. My bladder tightens up and he can tell. He smirks at me and turns away. I blush wildly and look back up at the professor. That has to be the last interaction, no one just stares at a girl who is about to burst. But out of the corner of my eye, I see him look back up at me and grab a water bottle out of his bag. He places it down on his desk and knocks it over, spilling a few drops on the carpet. I wince at the splash and look back up to him. He smiles and mouths “Oops” to me. I roll my eyes and turn away. My bladder really is getting pushed to its limits, so I slip my hand between my legs and push down. The boy, once again, looks back at me. I try really hard not to look back, but I notice that he does the same thing. He puts his hand between his thighs… I can’t shake off the curiosity he leaves me with, I have to know what he’s doing. Slowly, I look down and see he is rubbing himself and staring between my legs. I shake with anticipation to run to the restroom after class but I can tell that isn’t what he wants. He bites his lower lip and continues to stroke his member. I get hot and flustered at the sight. My cheeks turn bright red at the fact this handsome boy is touching himself to none other than me. He’s getting off on me having to pee this badly? I need to make him mine. I put my hand down by my knee to get his attention and move it up to my eyes. “Do you want to watch?” I mouth while I stroke the inside of my thigh. His jaw drops and he nods wildly. I point two fingers to my eyes and then point them back up at the board in a teasing manner and whisper “You better pay attention.” He rolls his eyes and points his whole body back at the front of the classroom. After class, he leans across the aisle onto my desk and whispers “How are you feeling right now?” “Ready to burst.. Follow me” I shove my notebook into my bag and lead him out the door and down the stairs to the building’s basement. The women’s bathroom is one of the most secluded and unknown rooms in school. It’s tucked into the far corner of the north center building. It may look like a peak into the Stanford prison experiment, but it’s my secret. I just happened to pass it while I got lost on my way to class, but every time I go down an revisit, it’s abandoned and empty, easily my go to spot for when I have a bursting bladder. I’ve had fantasies of bringing a boy down here to play with me, and I’m so very lucky to finally be given the opportunity. We finally reach my secret hideout and he looks skeptical at the women’s sign, but I explain that no one is gonna find us.We both leave our bags outside the door. I take his hand and pull him into the little room, the only light coming from the little window near the ceiling. I twirl my body so my back is against the wall, shaking with anticipation of releasing my gates. He puts his hand against my enlarged bladder and smiles, pecking my lips and pulling my waist against his. He kisses me softly, playing around with my tongue, biting down and sucking on my lips. He holds me closer and I feel my bladder throbbing against his leg. “You better hold it, little lady.” He bites his bottom lip and cups his hand between my hips and applies pressure to my bladder. I squirm back and shake against the wall, crossing my legs over his hands. “Hold it?” I gulp. No way can I hold it any longer, but he persists and pushes me farther from the toilet. I let out a small moan from the rush I feel. I tilt my head back and he kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, down between my breasts. With a breast in one hand and my pulsing bladder in the other, he sucks on my neck. I moan as he pushes his tongue between his lips. I’m in complete ecstasy as he traces my neck with his tongue, I let out moans and whimpers. He squeezes my breast with every whine I let out. He’s holding onto me and playing with my bladder. I reach down and feel his bulge through his pants, grasping his cock and stroking the length of it. His eyes roll to the back of his head and the grip he has against me loosens. I slowly get onto my knees and unzip his pants. The moment I squat down, a small release of pressure goes through my bladder, like I’m about to drip just a little, so I tighten my thighs together and look back up at him. I rub up and down through his underwear and he takes a step back against the wall underneath the window. I tug down his briefs to his ankles and drag my tongue up from his balls to the tip of his penis. He lets out a shaky moan and places his hand on the back of my head. I rock back and forth on my knees while I suck on his throbbing cock. He presses up against the wall and lets out a low moan. He lets out a gasping “fuck” and “oh shit” as I taste every part of his cock. My hips begin to convulse so I grab myself and push down against my bladder. “No cheating!” He grabs both my hands and holds them above my head in a lock. I squeeze my eyes shut and continue bobbing my head up and down. I squeeze everything in me to hold back the tension between my legs and persist pleasing him with my tongue. His cock lengthens in my mouth and I suck on it passionately. He pushes his hips back and forth down my throat, gagging me. I feel every vein against my tongue and suck on every inch, pushing it further and further down my throat. I crave his cock more than the sweet release of my bladder. Tears stream over the sides of my cheeks as pull up for seconds just to gasp for air. He pulls me up and down, allowing me only seconds to breathe before he lets me go back down again. I convulse in absolute agony, my flow strengthens and pushes even harder. I want to continue to please him, but I still have an overwhelming tension between my legs. No matter where I rock or shake, my bladder is about to blowout. There’s nothing to distract me at this point. “Please, I have to go now!” I look up to him and beg. He pulls the back of my hair and wipes my cheeks. “How close are you to wetting yourself?” “Seconds away!” I whimper and bring my hands back down, grasping at my crotch and squirming my hips around. “Then let me see your tsunami!” He takes a step back and smiles. I push myself by my legs and get against the opposite wall of him. I urgently tear my leggings off and pull down my panties. I turn around and squat with my face pressed up against the wall. Within seconds my bladder is exploding with the force of a fire hose. as It gushes down and puddles all around my feet. He rubs himself as I expose my wild flood. I hear him moaning and shaking while my Niagra Falls continues to spill out at his feet.. Minutes go by before my bladder is finally empty and I’m sighing with relief. I take a few deep breaths before I turn around and he is covered in cum. I giggle and sit down in my puddle of pee, realizing all of my clothes were soaked during the flood. “Enjoy yourself?” I say with a little smirk. He falls back against the wall and takes a deep breath. “You are amazing…” he lets out with a moan. I stand up and dry myself off with some toilet paper. I wring out my panties and leggings and head to the door. “See you soon,” I blow him a kiss and grab my bag. Time to find my way back to my dorm without being noticed.
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  15. Normally I don't have the time and privacy for rewetting, but I've done it once or twice in a thick pair of sweatpants when the opportunity presented itself.
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  16. Ooh with lines and colour and whichever style is easiest for you to draw in ?
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  17. How about a girl that's out on a walk. Sneakers on, leggings, t-shirt etc. Her bladder is bulging hugely and she is squat down with pee flooding through her leggings, with her hand still clamped firmly between her legs trying to stop the leak. She's blushing as people might walk past and see her in her awkward predicament. Love the drawings and artwork by the way! So well done ?
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  18. Next batch featuring the first PS4 exclusive skin blue team leader. She really needs to per and the sound of water flowing from the river isn't helping.
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  19. From the album: cewe cewengompol art

    Celebrating New Years, the girls all decided to have girls night out. Wearing the new clothes bought during Christmas sale they all went to the pup. Having a drinkout for them are one of the most dangerous activities and true it is, cause Bianda just made a very terrible miscalculation with her new thight jeans. "NOOOOOO. . . . . the zipper stuck. . . . .", Bianda sighed leaning in front of an empty bathroom stall Forget the zipper, those tight pants won't ever let her have a sweet relief. - - - - - Happy New Year (two weeks late) Omo. Anyway if you guys have any suggestion or "situation" you had in mind feel free to say!
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  20. I have to say, I am in a very similar situation. I am well into my 30s now, but I have been here for years. I first discovered that the thought of women peeing turned me on, after a couple of incidents I witnessed, when I was in school, and thought I was weird. As I grew into my teenage years it was female desperation that really turned me on. Any time I encountered a queue for the toilet, I was fantasising like crazy. I genuinely thought I was a freak, and I was the only person in the world who could be turned on by something so disgusting. As the internet became more widespread throughout the 90s, I discovered a few niche "Piss porn" sites, and came to terms with the fact I wasn't alone, but it was still a dirty secret. I joined this site many many years ago, and, like most, I was a silent member. Slowly I started to contribute and realised there are literally thousands of people with the same fantasies, and this is such a perfect place to live those out. In my real life, I too am overweight, unattractive, single, and have very little luck with the ladies. I would never dream of divulging my fantasies, for fear of "real world" reactions. On here though, I can explore it all with likeminded people. Like you, I feel accepted, and have had great feedback on stories and experiences I have posted. I have also had a number of private conversations with members, and I enjoy greatly learning about what others are aroused by, exchanging experiences, and generally sharing the love. Its an amazing community, and long may it continue.
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  21. I think it’s disgusting you left your mess to be cleaned by someone else. You shouldn’t be forcing your fetish on other people. If you wanna wet yourself in public do it somewhere it leaves no mess (e.g. In a park on the grass) and not ruin someone else’s property. What if you came to the cinema and have to sit in a pee soaked seat? I think 99% of the population wouldn’t be happy with it. So don’t make them! Keep your mess off of other people’s property!
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  22. Version 1.0.0

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    Becky gets home and proceeds to wet her jeans. I didn't see Becky on the blacklist, so I assume her content is considered fair game to upload here. Feel free to delete this if I've somehow missed something.
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  23. I'm back! Sorry it's been so long, but here's the oft-requested pictures of me desperate and wetting in high-waisted jeans! I hope you all enjoy ❤️
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  24. http://girlpoopvideoonlinewatch.blogspot.com/2017/ The name might be quite distracting, but there are lots of pissing videos too. Best way to find them is just mass opening links (can be quite laggy) or Ctrl+F for specific code. I've already found some vids that aren't here, like FF-120. They are hosted on Openload, so first click will result in random popup, next one will play the file. Have fun!
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  25. Phentaiee’s Panels

    Alliteration makes things sound really immature but I’m doing it anyway This is an album where I will post my occasional omorashi themed comics. I don’t do them very often, and they are usually really short, so don’t expect too much content here.
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  26. Version 1.0.0

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    So this is another strange one and might give a little away as to my other interests. Some of you will know I'm also into humiliation and embarrassment. I tumbled across this strange little (3 hour) video of school girls undergoing medial check ups but in front of a ton of boys and other students. I'm posting it because it begins with each of the girls giving a urine sample to the doctor who then very publicly analyzes it (and sometimes with his mouth). So there's pee stuff. If you happen to know of more places where a girl can find stuff like this, let me know ? Enjoy, Rach
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  27. I was going on Kahli River rapids at Animal Kingdom and I already had to pee a little when going on. I got soaked and when i got off, I had to go bad, but prob still could have made it. Then I thought hey my shorts are soaked why not just go in them, no one would be able to tell. So I went over by some sign and read so it would like I was doing something and just let it go. what a great feeling wetting myself at such a public place and no one knowing.
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  28. Version 4.0

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    Clips I found, bought and converted.
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  29. I've never actually seen a re-wetting, but I have seen women continue to wear clothing that they have peed in. One time I stopped to pick up a few things at a K Mart. It was a nice comfortable summer afternoon around 4:30 when I entered the store. I happened to look up as I was walking in and noticed a women in her late twenties wearing a faded grey sweat shirt and some brief jean short shorts. In a split second our eyes met as I also took in her legs and ass accentuated by her shorts. There was a nearly dry wet patch stretching half way up her zipper and out to mid thighs. It kind of had that yellow tinge suggesting that it was pee. She caught me staring and promptly pulled her sweat shirt down to try and cover herself, but it wouldn't reach far enough. She continued into the store with me close behind her. No doubt that sometime earlier in the day, she'd wet her pants and never bothered to change. For some reason, she wasn't concerned with peeing herself. Know this women was very easy to look at and quite sexy in a rough sort of way. I followed at a discreet distance. Her butt was wet as well, although the wet patch wasn't as large as the one in front, surrounding her puss. Pretty sexy because of her lack of concern. I was very lucky to notice her and suggests that some women are not too concerned with wetting themselves and being noticed.
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  30. Based on your post history, you are 25, 22, and 24. Curious
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  31. EVERYTHING you've done so far is awesome. Public is my favorite and you clearly don't have much issue with that. For me, I would like something more like an "accident". I love seeing the small wet spot first. Peeing a little at a time while walking to find a bathroom. Even like others said about being in a car. Going enough to make a nice wet circle on your ass while driving and getting out to use the bathroom at a rest stop or where ever and walking in. A full wetting would maybe happen if the bathroom was occupied and the door was locked??? Anyway, I guess what i'm saying is a somewhat "real accident" first then the total loss of control after. Oh, and I'm a huge fan of spandex. Drinking too much water at the gym and not making it home or the same with running. I've seen plenty of wet spandex after a race. Nike makes some nice shiny run/workout tights. Just a thought. Keep up the good work!
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  32. i’m getting hella dms with the same questions so here: i am 24/f/USA, and there is no way i won’t wet my tights tonight
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  33. Hello everyone, I have not formally introduced myself to the site so here it comes. Some may know me from youtube as I posted videos as often as I could depending on how many strikes I had. My name comes from the concept of trying to see how a pair of grey bball shorts would absorb a wetting, and thus my first youtube video was born. Unfortunately, YouTube closed my account last year in May, even though the material I was posting perhaps was arguably the most softcore as one would be able for wetting standards. I hope to find a home here and inspire more people to enjoy wetting not as a sexual sport, but a more casual and fun sport to do on free time. I've already met a few of you on here already and can't wait to really get started! Until next time. -Greytest-
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  34. Family Bladder

    Chapter 5 Kelsey walked with her new friend Christina out of their college class. It was about the end of the semester, and Christiana was the only good friend that Kelsey made. Christina had light brunette hair, was a little shorter than Kelsey, and had slightly wider hips than her. They were both wearing tight dark blue jeans. It was Friday, and they were excited for the weekend. They had completed most of the work they needed to do for their finals, so Kelsey invited Christina to come over and stay late that night. Christina happily agreed, Kelsey had become her best friend, and also what felt like her only friend. They walked out of their class building, passing a garbage can. Kelsey used this opportunity to throw away her empty coffee cup, and Christina followed suit and threw away her empty Gatorade bottle. The two excitedly talked about what they were going to do that night as they walked through the campus to the parking lot. Kelsey suggested games to play or movies that they could watch. Christina chimed in with suggestions of her own. They were so preoccupied with their eventual fun that neither of them decided to take a break when they passed a bathroom. As they reached Kelsey’s car, they both realized that they had to pee. Neither of them said anything about it, as they didn’t want to be weird and take a minute to go back since they were already at the car. Kelsey started the car, and let the engine run for a minute so the heat would turn on. Christina was getting anxious at waiting to even begin moving, so she asked “hey how far away do you live?” ”About 25 minutes away” Kelsey replied. Christina nodded. She was pretty sure she would be okay. It would be tight, but she would just go to the bathroom as soon as she could. Kelsey wasn’t sure if she would be alright. She knew that her bladder could be really spontaneous. If she was just with Olivia or her Mom she wouldn’t have even bothered holding it and would have just peed standing up in the parking lot as soon as she knew she had to go. But she didn’t want to scare off Christina, she really wanted this friendship to work. Christina likewise didn’t want to seem jumpy about her need. Though in due time it became obvious that she really underestimated how bad she needed to go. Her Gatorade must not have even gone through her until then. With 20 minutes to go and while on the highway, Christina said “I really wish there was somewhere we could pull over”. Realizing that what she said must have sounded weird with no context, she added “I just really have to go to the bathroom. Too much Gatorade and water earlier”. Kelsey replied “Yeah, I had too much Starbucks earlier too. Although by now I’ve learned that there’s no where to stop on my commute, it’s all concrete highway and residential areas. It makes it hard when I have to pee”. Allthough Kelsey failed to mention that she usually has no issue with going in her pants if she can’t find a bathroom. But she was still in no mood to do that in front of Christina. She thought to herself ’If I’m going to be holding it in more often, I should really invest in pull-ups’. Kelsey hoped that her relatively untested bladder could hold out while she was with her friend. However, Christina was getting more desperate. With 15 minutes to go, Christina was only looking worse. She was furiously crossing and uncrossing her legs, and bobbing up and down. Kelsey noticed that there was a hidden look of panic in her face. Christina sighed, “Okay, I’m dying to pee”. Kelsey tried to make her friend feel better, “Me too. I’m totally going to do a potty dance as soon as I stand up”. Christina laughed, but then got a scared face, and looked down at her crotch. It looked dry, but she knew she lost a drop. She was terrified of having an accident in front of Kelsey, in her car no less. But she had to go so bad. A couple of minutes later, Kelsey asked “Are you doing okay?”. Christina replied “I’m going to make it.” Then she took a slow deep breath. ”I can make it”. She took two very slow deep breaths, her whole body shaking while doing so. ”I’m not going to make it”. There was a brief second of awkward silence, and then Kelsey heard a piercing hissing sound coming from Christina. The car was stopped at a red light, so she looked over and saw a fast growing puddle on Christina’s car seat, while her jeans were darkening. Christina was still shaking, and began to cry. ”Oh my God, you probably hate me now!” Christina cried. Kelsey responded worryingly “No, why would I? “ Kelsey got really embarrassed at what she was going to tell her friend, but she wanted to help. ”You’re not the first one to pee in my car. I’ve done it more than once on my way home, and one time my sister did it right where you’re sitting”. Christina looked up, and asked “really?” Kelsey nodded, and lifted her butt off the driver seat, and pointed out some very faint, hard to see, pee stains on the cushion. Kelsey thought about her own need. There was about 5 minute left to go until they got back. She estimated that while she would be fine for the ride, she would have to let go by the time they got to the stairs of her apartment building. Christina still looked upset, so Kelsey thought of something. Instead of holding on until the stairs, she should just pretend to lose control there in the car a few minutes early. The stigma of being the first to have an accident was gone anyway, and Kelsey felt much more comfortable letting go on purpose than waiting until she literally can’t hold it anymore. Kelsey exclaimed “And I think I’m going to have to add to the stains.” She sat down, and relaxed her bladder. A slow stream of pee filled her pink panties, and began to pool around her butt. The pee spread under her glistening jeans and onto the seat for Christina to see. Kelsey just laughed, and Christina began to cheer up. Christina said in a joking manner “I can not believe we literally just peed our pants”. Kelsey admitted “I have a small bladder, so it happens every once in a while for me” while omitting that it’s usually on purpose. Christina replied “I used to wet myself in track, but we all did so I never really cared. It just came out while we ran, and would dry by the time we left. Nobody really noticed”. Kelsey was really relived that they could bond over this. She reached her apartment building, and let Christina get out first. Kelsey admired the big wet patch that covered Christina’s excellent butt. When Kelsey stepped out, Christina was surprisingly fascinated at looking at the wet spot on Kelsey’s also very good butt. They walked up the stairs and into Kelsey’s apartment. Her mom Sarah was sitting inside facing away from them. ”Hi mom, I brought my friend Christina over”. Kelsey said. In a friendly tone, but without looking up from her phone, Sarah replied “Okay, have fun.” As they walked away from her Kelsey decided to have fun and yell “Oh yeah by the way, we peed ourselves”. At that Sarah annoyingly turned her head, saw the wet girls, and rolled her eyes. The girls walked into Kelsey’s room and began to take off their wet clothes. As Kelsey took off her jeans, Christina was fixated on how wet Kelsey’s panties were. Meanwhile, Christina couldn’t help but look at herself and her wet butt in the mirror, she was transfixed. Kelsey had Christina take off her jeans so they could be washed, and she certainly liked how Christina looked. She was able to see how Christina’s light blue panties darkened. They both took off their underwear, and Kelsey took out two pairs of sweatpants, a black pair for Christina, and a grey pair for herself. Because of all the peeing she had been doing lately, Kelsey didn’t have extra underwear, so they both just only wore the sweatpants. As Christina slipped them on, she was intrigued by how being given dry clothes excited her. Kelsey took all of their wet clothes and took it to the washing machine, while Christina stayed in the bedroom. She was very pleased about how cool Kelsey was about the accident, and really wanted to become even better friends with her.
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  35. Version 1.0.0

    2,578 downloads

    I've gathered these from random sources over the past little while. A mixed bag, but I hope you enjoy, Rach
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  36. Chpt. 5 - Surprises and innovations Time running out, I decided to bend Rule 1B a little since I was already in the bathroom, and grabbed onto my crotch. I tapped the shoulder of the woman in front of me in line and asked if there was any way she would let me skip ahead because I was bursting, which she could clearly see given my recent severe bending of 1B. Her answer though caused me to leak yet another squirt into my thouroughly drenched undies. “And you think I’m not also bursting? What if I told you I’m leaking right now, as we speak? I just have the decency not to act like a small child and potty dance.” She retorted, turning back around. How? What? I could barely process what she had just said while still maintaining relative control. I could no longer remove my hand as I knew there’d be no stopping the flow at this point, so regaining my “decency” as the woman had said wasn’t a choice for me any longer. I had but only one option left I wasn’t fond of it, but it didn’t break any rules. Granted I was pushing 2C a little, but my V string was already drenched anyway, so I wasn’t about to cause any further harm. I removed my hand, stood up straight, and let whatever was going to happen, happen. Of course, I was still striving to hold, but only whatever my deep down muscles could handle. Needless to say, I leaked. And leaked. And leaked again. However, by the eighth or ninth leak, I mostly had total control again. Of course there was a small puddle beneath my feet, but I was well hydrated, and it honestly just looked like water. Fortunately, I didn’t smell anything amiss either. My jean skirt was hiding most of the damage, but if anyone looked closely, they’d be able to see my legs were fairly wet. However, as I regained focus and looked at the “bursting” woman in front of me, I noticed 2 things. First off, she was wearing khakis. If she was actually leaking like she had claimed, it’d be totally obvious, just like my legs. I was skeptical until I noticed the second thing, a small, mostly unnoticeable bulge sticking out just slightly from between her legs. SHE HAD A PAD IN!! I realized. She was leaking into her pad, probably on purpose. That’s why I couldn’t see any obvious leaks. That’s genious. She was getting a small amount of relief without anyone noticing. Except me, of course. I was pulled back into reality as the woman entered the newly vacant stall in front of us. Wow, I’d been in my own little world for some time now. Finally next in line, and still at a strong 9 despite my brief and momentary releases, I was feeling confident I’d be able to make it without any further leaks, spurts, or unforeseen accidents. That was, until a woman, probably in her early thirties and quite obviously pregnant came running around the corner, into the bathroom, holding herself without any shyness or reserve. She audibly groaned when she saw me and immediately asked “excuse me, I hate to ask, but I’m literally about to wet myself.” ”Seems to be the theme of the day” I muttered to myself. “ Is there any way I could please go before you?” She continued to plead. I took a step to the side and motioned for her to head into the stall as the woman in khakis was finally coming out. I was in this situation for fun, after all. This pregnant woman was likely caught short and incredibly embarassed. The khaki woman washed her hands and left as the pregnant woman started, then stopped, then dribbled a bit before starting again. I once again found myself alone, on the wrong side of the stall door. I grabbed a few paper towels and cleaned up my little puddle from early. I felt wrong leaving it for someone else to clean. Taking a page out of the Khaki woman’s book, I also grabbed a few more paper towels (I know, I was breaking rule 2. I was still new to all this. Give me a bit of a break) and folded the gently before placing them in the base of my undies, just in case any more unforeseen obstacles presented themselves. It wasn’t a pad, and certainly didn’t feel particularly good, but I didn’t have my purse / access to a pad, so this would have to do for the moment as my 9 was rapidly working it’s way back to a 10. My poor bladder was getting ready to start leaking again, ready or not. I heard the toilet flush as the pregnant woman finished. My whole body was ready for sweet relief. I was almost sweating in anticipation. That is, until one of those unforeseen obstacles came strolling in, knocking the air right out of my chest, and a small stream into my newly paper - towelled undies. This couldn’t possibly be happening.
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  37. Hi i've been naughty tonight!! i had to pee very bad and i wet my new panties!! sorry for the bad quality of the pics...
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  38. Poor her

    Months later - in the midst of winter - Laura and Natalia and their parents visit Anna and her parents in their chalet in the French Alps. On their first day the 3 girls go skiing early in the morning. They rush to the lifts hoping to beat the crowds, but find a decent queue already. “Guess it wasn’t worth it, skipping my morning pee”, Laura says. “You skipped your morning pee?”, Natalia asks surprised. “Well... normally I go in the shower... but as we decided not to shower in order to save time...”, Laura explains. “You still could have gone. I did”, Natalia says. “She’s not the only one needing to pee”, Anna says crossing her legs. “I need a break at the loos at the summit station”. But the queue moves agonisingly slowly. “Have we even moved the last couple of minutes?”, Anna asked annoyed. Just then an announcement starts; due to technical issues the whole lift needs to be rebooted, which can take up to fifteen minutes. “Fifteen minutes?”, Natalia says worriedly. “Plus fifteen minutes to the summit, plus whatever time it takes us to get to the front of the line, I hope I can stay dry”. “Me too. I really don’t wanna wet myself in this cold”, Anna adds. “Maybe you should have been more sensible this morning then”, Natalia says teasing her sister and cousin. The fifteen minutes go by, slowly. The desperate cousins are struggling to hold on and not draw too much attention. But in the end Laura is constantly shifting her feet. Finally the lift starts back up again and within minutes it’s the girls’ turn. The sisters share a gondola, and Anna shares one with a random girl. At the summit, Laura jumps off the lift and immediately starts pee-pee dancing. She hands her skis to her sister:”you coming, cous?” “Uhhm.... I don’t really need to go anymore”, Anna answers, blushing bright red. Laura, too desperate to care, runs towards the restaurant in which the toilets are located. “Wet yourself”, Natalia asks rhetorically. “It just came out. Holding my skis in one hand and wearing mits, I couldn’t do much to stop it. I think the girl next to me heard me hissing. But it got contained inside my water tight snow pants, until I got up. Now there’s a puddle of pee in each of my boots”, Anna tells. “At least it’s still warm”, Natalia says trying to lighten the athmosphere. Just then Laura returns. Not looking relieved in the least. “The bathrooms are not open yet”, she says. “I’ll have to hold it till we get back down”. “Can you?”, Anna asks. “Sure”, Laura says overly confident. But as soon as she tries to click into her skis, the dam bursts. She freezes as soon as she feels her knickers and leggings she’s wearing under her snow pants getting wet. “Uh oh. Looks like my little sister’s having an accident” Feeling her urine pooling in her boots, Laura shyly nodds. After wich, she comes back to her senses and continues with what she left off with: getting her skis on. “Ready to go”, she says, feeling the last drops leaving her. TO BE CONTINUED
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  39. Version 1.0.0

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  40. Poor her

    The next day - as the festival is over - the sisters pack their stuff and drive back home. With Natalia driving, Laura quickly dozes off due to lack of sleep over the past week end. In her dream, Laura relives witnessing Veronica’s accident. But this time she walks up to her. “Don’t worry, accidents happen”, Laura says. “Accidents happen. With five year olds, not 23 year olds like me”, Veronica says through her tears. “But you were drunk” Laura says in an effort to console her. “I’ve been drunk dozens of times, but I never pissed myself” “And the line was endless”, Laura continues her efforts in vain. “But still...”, Veronica says, still crying in shame. In a final attempt to comfort Veronica, Laura admits to wetting herself all day long. “Really?” “Yeah, really”, Laura says. “In fact I think I’m about to again”. She relaxes, but just as the first drops hit her bikini bottoms, she wakes up. Shocked, she secretely checks whether she’s still dry. She delighted to find out she is, but her bladder is full. To the brim. “Hey sis, could you please pull over asap. I really really have to pee”, she asks while burying her left hand in her crotch. “Hey, you’re awake again... oh wow you’re not kidding”, Natalia answers. “Didn’t you go before we left?” “I may have forgotten to...”, Laura says. “Well you better not ruin the seat, I just got this car a month ago”, Natalia says strictly. “You better hurry then”. Luckily for Laura, the next rest stop is only five minutes away. But as soon as Natalia flips her turning signal on, Laura burries her right in her crotch too. “I leaked some” she admits. “Just hold it a little longer please”, Natalia begs. The spurt has dampened Laura’s knickers, but her pink slacks are still dry. She jumps out of the car before it has come to a complete stop, but gravity pulling on her bladder causes her to spurt again. Laura’s knickers are now quite wet, and if it weren’t for her hands burried in her crotch, the tiniest of wet spots would be visible. The thirty second walk - or waddle - towards the ladies room is pure agony as she loses more and more of her pent up urine. And by the time she reaches them, the wet spot has grown to the size of a dinner plate. “Luckily I’m the only one here”, she thinks out loud. But as it turns out she isn’t exactly alone, as both stalls are occupied. “Fuck”, Laura whispers. Both hands burried in her crotch and bouncing up and down, she begs one of the stalls open up quickly. Drops of pee are already dripping down her legs as a flushing sound can be heard coming from the right hand stall. The flush turns out to be too much, as all her control slips away. Her knickers and slacks are soon soaked and rivulets of pee run down her legs. From the stall, a ten year old girl emerges and heads over to the sink, unable to keep her eyes away from Laura. Defeated and softly sobbing, Laura enters the stall, locks it and sits on the toilet. She completely empties her bladder, straight through her slacks and knickers before trying to clean some of the mess she made. TO BE CONTINUED
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  41. Due to some changes in plans, today I had rent a car to get back to my home for work tomorrow morning. Fun solo trips are few and far between for me, but still I wasn't planning on doing a true hold or pushing the boundaries. Once I got on the road I was making incredible time and decided to see how fast I could get home -- which meant no stopping. The drive was a little over four hours and I stopped for a large coffee at the outset to compliment the can of coke I had already grabbed. About halfway through the drive I was already feeling some urgency and knew this was going to be tough, so I resolved to stop at the last rest stop before entering my city. Unluckily for me, I ended up stuck on the wrong side of a stream of large trucks with no way to get over to the rest stop exit. Can't honestly say I tried all that hard to get over, either :). Once I missed that stop, I was basically committed because there's no easy way to stop between there and my destination. Soon after missing the rest stop, my bladder started to hurt. Rarely in previous holds have I felt pain like this. I was actually actively trying to dribble some out to relieve the pressure, but couldn't get anything to come out. I pulled into a toll booth and when they told me the total, I dropped my wallet on the floor fumbling for cash. I was in tears when I got back upright because it hurt so bad, and still nothing. It seemed to me that since I couldn't get any spurts to come out, this might be a true dam burst if I couldn't last. I fished out a towel I had packed in my bag in the passenger seat and put it under my butt. I was starting to fear that I was doing real damage to my bladder. Twice I reached for the coffee cup, but both times decided traffic was too heavy to try and control the car and pee at the same time. With about 20 minutes to go until I got home I started to get some hope that I would indeed make it dry, but it quickly turned to disaster when I felt an unexpected really nice spurt come out that caused a baseball size spot on my crotch. The relief was incredible and I took a deep breath and relaxed with the lessened pain. Almost immediately I felt the main event begin to happen. From my toes I felt a spasm begin and gradually build strength inside me. It got to my bladder and my whole midsection bore down with incredible force and I started PISSING so hard there was a visible stream coming out from the front of my jeans. It went on uncontrolled for probably 10-15 seconds before I could stop it. I was wet, warm and feeling so much better. Until I realized how wet the towel under me was. And then I reached under the towel and felt how wet the seat under me was. When I got home, I pulled into my garage, got out of the car and (surprise, surprise) finished my accident standing there. I got cleaned up, grabbed a fan and am now trying to dry this wet spot on the seat before I have to return the car in a few hours. Wish me luck!!
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  42. Version 1.0.0

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    A topless woman (Jackie Raynal) becomes increasingly desperate before finally wetting her pantyhose. Possibly the first wetting scene in a movie (it was originally released in 1968, audiences were shocked at the time).
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  43. So I've been trying to kill this fucking thing for like an hour. Whenever it gets close, I swing at it, but god damn is it lively. You guys have any advice on how to fix this?
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  44. 1,310 downloads

    This video has 3 vvettings, all of them in different clothing and different locations. In each video, a Japanese mother is going about her normal activities until she feels a sudden urge to pee. She desperately attempts to hold her pee in but it is to no avail as she eventually lets it all go in her pants, all of which is vvitnessed by her son. Please note that the sex sceneless version still contains some nudity and is missing a few pretty hot (but explicit) moments. Since cutting out sex scenes adds a lot of time to the process (most of vvhich is spent vvaiting for rendering) please tell me if you prefer having the option to download a sex sceneless version.
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  45. Family Bladder

    Chapter three takes place a few months after Chapter two. Chapter 3 Olivia was at a get-together at her friend Emily’s house. Emily was a medium height dirty blond with long hair and was a more skinny figure. There was more or less about half a dozen people. The main attraction of the night was Cards Against Humanity. Some alcohol was around but Olivia only had one bottle of beer becuase she wasn’t a fan of getting drunk and her body didn’t have much of an alcohol tolerance, so she mainly treated her dehydration with water and soda. She chose to wear grey leggings for the small party. The game was in full swing. And she was damn good at it. Olivia had by far the most black cards out of everybody. It was probably because she had the best sense of humor to match the game. Every time she had to read other people’s cards she would absolutely burst into uncontrollable laughter. Every time that happened she needed to drink something to catch her breath. By the time she had won six rounds she had downed a can of soda along with two bottles of water, plus the beer she had earlier. And at that point in the game she was starting to have to pee pretty bad. But they were in the height of the game so she didn’t want to leave and miss a couple of rounds. Instead she crossed her legs and kept eagerly playing. Olivia looked over to Emily to see how she was liking the game. Unlike Olivia, Emily had nothing against getting plastered while drinking. She looked to be having a ton of fun as well, probably in no small part due to her altered mind. But that was good enough for Olivia to stay and keep having fun. After winning another round, Olivia got to read everybody’s cards again. She came across one that was so incredibly funny, she had to put her head down while laughing and her face became red. She remembered the pee that she was holding, but couldn’t stop laughing. She squeezed her legs harder to compensate, but her laugh just went on forever. She couldn’t stop some pee coming out into her light green underwear, but yet she still kept laughing. Her pee kept coming out until it soaked her underwear, and didn’t regain control of her bladder and laughter until she started wetting the crotch of her leggings a little bit. ”Oh shit” Olivia laughed. She made a face to Emily. ”What’s wrong?” Emily asked. ”I literally just peed” Olivia replied while gesturing to the small stain on her crotch. Emily smiled and looked under the table, emerged and said “oh shit you’re right” while laughing. Olivia and Emily had been friends for years, and Olivia had already had a couple of accidents in front of Emily, and Emily peed her pants in front of Olivia once, so Olivia felt okay sharing her mishap. Everybody else was too impaired to notice, so Olivia didn’t care. She still had to pee though. So once the game winded down, she went to the bathroom. To her surprise, the door was locked. She knocked and got a reply from two people, a guy and a women, telling her to go away. “Are you freaking serious” she thought to herself. She went back to the table and sat down. Emily saw that she came back quickly and guessed that she didn’t get to go. “Keep squirming girl” she laughed, and so did Olivia. And Olivia did just that, kept crossing and recrossing her legs in her seat. After a couple of minutes she knew she had to go immediately. Back to the bathroom she went to knock on the door. But once again, the couple was still using the privacy of the room. Olivia had no choice but to go back to the table. Before sitting down she did a pee dance in front of everybody and exclaimed “I got to go haha!”. Emily just gave her a smile. While sitting down, Olivia once again kept crossing her legs, shifting, and putting her hand to her crotch. She couldn’t concentrate on what everyone was talking about. After just two more minutes, she lost a drop of pee into her already wet panties that she peed a little earlier while laughing. Only a second after that, a steady stream started and began to pool around her butt and drip down her legs to the wooden floor. Everybody heard this and stopped talking. One girl asked to Olivia, who was the only person with a red face who looked embarrassed, “did you just pee your pants?”. Olivia just nodded yes. Emily said “oh my god, stand up, let us see”. Olivia oblidged, and turned around so everyone can see how her grey leggings were now dark on her butt. Everyone laughed, but not in a mean spirited way. Though one girl did take a picture and captioned it “pee pants girl”. Right after they went back to their own conversations not giving the incident another thought. Emily, still plastered, remarked, “oh, I forgot. I got to go too.” She stood up after that and made her way to the bathroom. Olivia followed suit. Emily got the same answer Olivia did after knocking. She swayed a bit and said “Oh...man...”. At that, Olivia noticed that Emily’s light blue jeans were suddenly becoming dark and wet. The ensuing puddle crept under the bathroom door too. Emily tuned around and just shrugged her shoulders. Olivia just gave her a smirk. They went back to the table, and Emily announced that anybody who had to pee while the couple were in the bathroom had permission to just do it on the floor by the front door where the couple left their shoes. Emily let Olivia borrow a pair of pink leggings and underwear from her room to change into, but she didn’t stay long afterwards. Olivia made her way home walking with her peed clothes in a plastic shopping bag. Once she got in, she went immediately to the laundry room. It was good timing, becuase Kelsey was there too putting her own peed underwear and leggings in the washing machine. Kelsey got excited when she saw that her sister had an accident, and wanted details, but Olivia shut that down. She just put her clothes away and went to her room. With nothing to do, she checked Instagram, and the first thing she saw was her wetting picture with the “pee pants girl” caption. Of course, Kelsey was among the first to leave a like and comment “lol”.
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  46. Ah yes, sorry. Is this better?
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  47. At the ripe age of 52 I thought I knew myself sexually yet, I recently discovered a new facet, totally unexpected and very much by accident. The accident in question being in my knickers, down my legs and in a spreading puddle on the bathroom floor! I wet myself! I'm still not sure why it happened. I can usually hold on quite well when desperate, though as with many women my age Tena Lady are essential wear when I have a bad cough, as having had three children does rather weaken ones pelvic floor. Anyway, I had utterly and completely wet my knickers, tights, control pants (which I wear over my tights), skirt, everything, something that I had rarely done before in my adult life other than a few occasions when pregnant (when I had also once wet the bed). That was a long time ago and any woman who has been pregnant will have similar tales to tell. So there I stood. Soaking wet, face flushed red with embarrassment and a strange excitement, wee still dripping down my legs but with a feeling of incredible release almost akin to an orgasm and hornier than I had felt in years. The feeling as the hot wee filled by pants and washed over my clit before pouring down my legs was unbelievable and once it started I didn't want it to stop. Without thinking I had pulled up my skirt and squeezed myself through my pants, the extra pressure on my throbbing little button sending me over the top, gasping and crying as waves of pleasure rippled over me. And all the time my husband stood there watching me, a huge bulge in his trousers! As my orgasm subsided I felt him pull me to him, kissing me wildly on the lips, one hand between my legs caressing me through my soaking undies as I moaned in delight. Then, grabbing the towels from the rail he dragged me to the bedroom, pulled back the covers and threw the towels onto the bed pushing me down on top of them, all the time fondling my wet bottom. Then, slowly, he pulled my undies down and took me more passionately that I can ever remember. I actually had a multiple orgasm for the first time in years and peed myself again as I came. It was some time before we came back to earth. After mopping up the bathroom floor and putting the towels and my underwear in the washing machine we poured a glass of wine and tried to make sense of it all. We were on holiday in a small chalet we own on a little park in mid-Wales and had strolled the half mile or so down to the village pub for a drink before dinner. I'd only had a couple of gin and tonics so wasn't drunk and did not feel the need to visit the ladies before the 20 minute walk home. We had only been walking for a few minutes though when I suddenly found myself needing to wee and badly. I started to walk faster and when my husband asked why I told him that I was suddenly desperate for the loo and explained that I hadn't needed to go when we left but the gin seemed to have gone straight through me! With a smile he suggested I duck behind the hedge and when I pointedly refused said that going behind the hedge might be better than wet pants- how prophetic. I told him in no uncertain terms that my pants would stay very dry thank you very much, but with the chalet park in sight I was becoming increasingly unsure of my ability to hold on. However, my husband seemed to be walking so slowly, and he had the door key. I urged him to hurry, saying that I was desperate and I was, jiggling around and crossing my legs and squeezing my thighs as I tried to control a bursting bladder. He just laughed telling me that I looked a right sight and to act my age. By now I was sweating and in a panic and just blurted out that if he didn't hurry up I really was going to have a very public accident. How I made it to the chalet without embarrassing myself I really don't know. As we reached the door I almost lost it, the anticipation of reaching the loo making me momentarily lose control and I felt a hot trickle in my knickers. Hubby fumbled with the lock as I urged him to hurry as I was doing it in my pants. As the door swung open, I dashed for the toilet but the battle was already lost. That first trickle became a flood as I felt a hot wetness fill my satin knickers, initially held back by my tights and control briefs then flooding down my thighs just as I got into the loo. I tried to pull my skirt up and undies down but it was far too late. I suppose I could have sat on the loo and just done it through my pants that way but I was in shock at what I was doing and just stood there, a seemingly never ending torrent in my knickers, cascading down my legs, into my shoes and across the floor. Thinking about it now the sexual outcome was a result of the feelings from my bursting bladder, my tight underwear rubbing me in the right places, the tension as I became desperate and nervous of what might happen and the sudden loss of control. Add the hot wee over my already sensitive clit and it all started to make sense. My husband said that when I first mentioned my need he had treated it as a joke. I sometimes sit fidgeting at home waiting for a break in a TV programme and telling him I need the loo. He admitted that he wondered if I always made it dry (I usually had) and had sometimes pulled my pants out of the laundry basket to see if they were wet or had pee stains! However, the little leaks that I, like most women have, remained my secret - the Tena Lady or my private wash bin saw to that. He then admitted that the idea of me wetting myself, whether a damp gusset from leaving it a bit late in getting to the loo or soaking wet following a full on accident excited him. When he realised that I really was bursting as we walked back he had had trouble hiding his excitement and had to walk slowly to hide the huge erection he was sporting. The more he delayed the more desperate I became, adding to his tension (and mine!). When I lost control in front of him and just stood there wetting myself he had almost come in his trousers! He had wanted to hold me close then but was afraid of my reaction but when I made myself come he just had to grab me, feel my wet pants and ravish me. We made love again that night, slowly and delicately; it was gorgeous and we then talked further about me wetting myself. I didn't quite promise to do it again but privately was intrigued by the feelings that I had experienced. A couple of days later hubby went off fishing for the day and I had the chalet to myself. I sat in the sun reading and drinking copious amounts of iced water. The sun was warm, my book interesting and I kept putting off going to the loo even though I was getting very full. In fact I was quite enjoying the feeling. The deck at the back off our chalet is very private, overlooking woodland and fields. With no one about I slipped my hand up my skirt and began to rub myself through my cotton knickers, partly to help me hold my bursting bladder and partly because my need to pee was making my clit tingle. I was in heaven as I gradually let myself become desperate again. So desperate that it was pointless trying to get up from my sun lounger; I already knew I wouldn't make it to the loo. Then it happened. A hot flood poured into my knickers and over my hand and I came almost immediately. I lay there for some time, quite enjoying the feeling of wet pants on my private parts. Now I knew that the feelings when I had had the earlier accident in my pants were not an aberration but an incredibly sensual experience and one that I had just repeated, albeit in private. However, I knew two things, one that I loved the feeling of wetting myself and secondly that it would also turn my husband on if I could pluck up the courage to do it in front of him again. The more I thought about it the more I knew I had to do it. Ever practical I decided that the deck was rather more suitable for wet activities than the bathroom floor and that some protection on the bed might be beneficial. As hubby would not be back for some time I took the car into the nearby town and bought a waterproof mattress cover which went straight onto the bed with a thick towel over it and under the sheet. That evening we went to the pub again and this time I drank lager, which I know always makes me want to pee. My husband knows it as well but said nothing as I refrained from using the ladies before we left. I was soon desperate again and this time laughed and joked about my condition, loving his response to my very genuine desperation. I almost misjudged it and had already leaked badly by the time we arrived back at the chalet. My knickers and tights were quite wet as were the tops of my thighs but nothing was yet visible. Pulling hubby out onto the deck I kissed him passionately and pulled his hand between my legs, hearing him gasp as he felt my wetness. “God Cal, you've peed yourself!”. He gasped as another trickle warmed my crotch. “I'm bursting,” I whispered. “I can't hang on; I'm going to have an accident in my knickers.” Then his fingers found my clit and I lost all control, totally wetting myself for the second time that day. Muttering that the bed was protected I dragged him into the bedroom where he practically took me by force, ripping the gusset of my tights and having me through the leg of my dripping wet knickers. Exhausted, we drifted off to sleep, he naked except for a T-shirt and me with just my top and still in my pee-soaked underwear. The bed was wet beneath me but I didn't care and fell asleep immediately. I awoke a couple of hours later, badly needing to pee again, and almost panicked at first as my underwear and the sheet were still damp of course and as I came round imy first thought was that I had wet the bed! This gave me an idea that initially shocked me. I needed to pee again and was already wet so why not just do it as I lay there? The sheer naughtiness of deliberately wetting my bed intrigued me; what would it feel like? I knew how good it felt to wet my pants so wetting the bed was really a logical next step. I rolled over and put my arm round my husband. Still asleep he stirred as I gently rubbed my wet knickers against him. We lay like this for another half hour until I could hold my bursting bladder no more. As I lay on my side gently cuddling hubby I felt the now familiar hot wetness flood my pants and pour over my thigh, spreading under me, soaking my top and the damp sheet, a warm spreading wetness, enveloping me and my beloved. As my flood soaked him he woke, wondering what was going on but I simply held him tight whispering into his ear that I’d had another accident and wet the bed. We made love again in the warm puddle on a soaking sheet. Let's just say that the rest of the holiday involved a great deal of washing - sheets, towels and many pairs of my knickers and tights. I wet my pants every day, usually for hubby as much as myself, but a couple of times for my own pleasure. On several mornings I simply wet the bed rather than get up to use the loo and each time enjoyed not only the experience but the sex that followed. Back home now I have to be more careful. While on holiday I’d rather got used to letting myself get desperate, not caring if my knickers were wet when I eventually went to the loo and of course, simply wetting myself for hubby. After some near misses at work (I carried spare pants following an afternoon spent wondering if anyone knew my knickers were wet) I limited my waiting and desperation to weekends. I had to be careful of the bed wetting as well. It had almost become a habit and on one occasion I woke bursting in the early hours and simply let go without thinking, falling back to sleep afterwards and only realising that I had wet the bed when I woke up again. Of course it was a work day and although I just had time for a quick shower I had to leave the bed till I got home. The sight of our wet bed that evening made me realise that I had to make sure not to lose control of myself where it could be embarrassing, especially as I had been bursting for a wee on the bus home and didn’t quite make it to the loo in time and simply wet myself sitting on the toilet - there was little point taking pulling my knickers and tights down since they were already rather wet as I’d leaked badly walking from the bus stop! I really need to be more careful.
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  48. 1,625 downloads

    An adult baby girl who loves to wear diapers at home and while she sleeps has a girlfriend stay over for the week and finds it hard to hide her diapers fetish. Eventually all is revealed and her girlfriend is more then happy to diaper her.
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