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  1. 6 points
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    Cute girl wets her jeans outside. She acts like she is in a park, but its obvious she is in her back yard. The girl looks like she is in her late 20s. She is wearing blue shirt and good fitting jeans that she pisses at the end.
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    5 points
  3. It was just at the start of summer... we’d just finished school and mum picked us up, but we went to do some shopping before going home… and I remember, because they had these blueberry lemonades on sale – and I don’t really like blueberry stuff that much but Kirsty loved them, and she had gone through like three of them – like, three full cups, before we were done. And they must have had so much sugar in them, because she was literally bouncing around as we were loading up the car and I honestly couldn’t tell if she needed a pee or if she was just hyper! Well mum asked us if we had to pee before getting in the car because there was a huge queue to get out of the car park and Kirsty said no… Uh… no, I said I didn’t as well… well, I did, but I didn’t really say anything… it was one of those, where, I figured if Kirsty could drink three lemonades and she could wait until she got home, and I only had like half of one… you know? So we got in the car and joined the queue, and we just sat there – cause this queue was massive; like, it literally went from Tesco all the way to the end of the car park, because there was construction at the roundabout at the exit and they’d put temporary traffic lights up… Oh, I know – they can’t leave anything alone! So we just sat there, and it was a hot day so we went to take our jumpers off… Yeah, we still had our uniforms on. Just like, a t-shirt and skirt. Yeah, and I saw that Kirsty’s sort of… like, fidgeting about, and I figured it’s just down to the heat… and then finally she said she had to pee… Ha! It was just like, “Mum, I need a wee.” But mum just went off on one at her, because she asked before we left, and we were halfway to the exit by then, and she said that she shouldn’t have drank all those blueberry lemonades... So Kirsty has to hold it, and we were moving like a foot every few seconds… Like an hour, at least! So we got to the lights, and they turned green and all the cars started going, and just as we got to ‘em they turned amber, and mum started to slow down… I know! And there was this BMW behind us and he thought the same thing – and he just laid on his horn and swerved around us and just gunned it! I honestly don’t blame him for that one, but mum had to slam on the brakes or we would have hit him! Well, Kirsty started whispering something to mum and I didn’t really hear what they were saying at first… Mum said something like, “is it bad,” and Kirsty said, “just a little bit,”, and I didn’t know what they were talking about. Mm-hmm, I think she did. Well that’s the thing – she actually said so later on! When we got out of the car park, and we were going through the town centre, she was practically begging mum to stop somewhere so she could use the toilet, and I didn’t get why because we were almost home and it would take us just as long to find somewhere else to stop… but she actually said something like, “I weed a little bit in my knickers”! And I felt bad for her of course, ‘cause she was almost crying, but I was kinda confused at that point… because I’d peed myself before— I mean just accidents I’d had as a kid before, you know? Like, times that I waited too long and just ended up doing it in my pants. And mum would always have a go at me for it, but now with Kirsty she was being all nice and stuff… like, “don’t worry, we’re almost home, you can hold it,”. And I was just sat there thinking, “But she just admitted that she peed in her knickers, why aren’t you mad at her?” So… I figured that… maybe just a little bit of pee was ok? Yeah, I actually kinda had to go at that point, because I was still drinking my own lemonade, but I wasn’t bursting. Like, I’d maybe cross my legs every now and then, but my knickers were still dry! But we made it home before she actually properly peed herself. Like, as soon as we’d parked up she jumped out of the car and legged it inside. And yeah, I checked the seat… I couldn’t see anything. And then mum asked me to help get the shopping out of the car, so I did that, and then I had to get our jumpers and my lemonade and bring them inside too… and then she told me to go and get changed! And Kirsty was still in the toilet, so I went to our room… I really needed a pee at this point, yeah. Like, I was bouncing around all over the place while I was taking my clothes off! And then Kirsty came into the room, and I saw that she’d taken her knickers off, and she threw them in the wash basket and said that she had to shower. I know, I should have said I had to pee first! Because I was curious! I wanted to see… Exactly! So she grabbed some clean ones and went back to the bathroom, and I went over to the wash basket… They were just plain white cotton ones. And they were pretty wet – like, the whole crotch and halfway up her bum was full of pee. So yeah, she peed herself a fair bit. I don’t know, I didn’t actually touch it! It was weird – like, it didn’t feel wrong or disgusting or anything. It was just… interesting. Just looking at them and thinking, “Wow, Kirsty really had to go so bad that she actually peed in her knickers!” Mine were still dry… but then I heard the shower running, and oh god that did not help. I was actually on the verge of wetting myself at that point. And so… I got the idea: what if I just peed a little bit in my knickers as well? ‘Cause Kirsty did and mum was ok with it… and if I did, I should have been able to hold the rest until she got out. So I just spread my legs and… did a few spurts in my knickers. It seemed like a good idea at the time! But you know how once you start… Uh-huh. I tried to stop – like, I was holding myself with both hands, but it hurt so bad…. I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer, so I just jumped into the wash basket— Ha, yeah! Into the wash basket! I mean it was only a small one – one of those plastic ones you can easily step into… It was just dirty clothes that were gonna get washed anyway! It was literally the only thing I could think of – like, I knew it was about to come out, and I could either just stand there and pee on the carpet… or do it in the wash basket. So yeah… I just stepped in the basket and squatted down and peed on all the clothes! I just did it through my knickers. They were already wet anyway… I just didn’t bother taking them off. It’s never really bothered me to be honest. It’s just pee! And my knickers never stay perfectly clean anyway… I mean, that’s what they’re for – right? Honestly, I was more worried about mum walking in on me while I was peeing in the laundry! Nope, I don’t think she ever found out! I mean all those clothes must have stunk of pee, but she never said anything! So when I’d finished I tried hide the wet clothes underneath some of the dry ones, but I kept my knickers on and just rubbed one of the shirts up against them to try and dry them off a little bit, because I wanted to go shower, and I figured... I could just wash them out at the same time. So I put some shorts on, and I snuck out of our room and went to the bathroom. Kirsty was still showering, but our bathroom door doesn’t have a lock so I knocked on and ask if I could come in, and she asked why and I just said I was bursting for a wee and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I know, it was just incase mum was listening. Yeah, she said I could come in, and I told her that actually I wanted to ask if I could join her... because we were young enough to still shower together. And I said it was because actually I already did it in my knickers, and I pulled my shorts down so she could see. She was pretty surprised... but she’d basically just done the same thing herself, and she was pretty cool about it. So I took my shorts off and got in the bath with her. And I said to her, “But don’t tell mum, ok?” And she thought for a few seconds, and then asked, “Are you gonna drink the rest of your lemonade?”
    3 points
  4. Molly mid game

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    I can't believe you're losing this badly to me! And I'm pissing! "You're on the toilet?" No. Why would I be playing on the toilet? "Where are you pissing?"
    3 points
  5. It was a busy day at target for Maria. She was on her feet all day helping out customers on the sales floor, as well as organizing the shelves and making sure the displays look good. She been drinking out of her water battle throughout her shift and she had a coffee 2 hours before hand during her lunch break. Maria is a short brown mexican girl with black hair. She is slim but with a round butt. She was wearing the standard target uniform which is a red shirt and khaki pants. She finished downing her water bottle but her urge to pee didn't really hit that hard yet. Her shift ends at 6pm and it was already close to 4. She did feel a bit uncomfortable after all that water and coffee. Including the fact that she didn't pee since she woke up this morning. So she decided to go downstairs and run to the restroom real quick. As she was going down on the escalator, one of her managers was waiting for her. "Maria, micheal here is assigned for cashier but he hasn't had any cashier training can you help him out?" Maria felt another twinge in her bladder. But she didn't want to say no, she had to help out the trainees, especially considering the fact that there was only one other register open and they need at least two so the lines won't get so bad. "Sure thing" "Ok well micheal leaves at 5 so the training will be for an hour, I'm pretty sure he'll get the hang of it" Maria didn't feel the need to go that bad. Just slight discomfort. "I can get through this, at 5 I will just close the register and go pee, I'm pretty sure another one will open up" Maria thought to herself. So she was standing next to micheal as she explained the scanning and bagging process as they both checked out several customers. Micheal was struggling a bit at first but after a few minutes he was getting the hang of it. 30 minutes into this, maria felt more discomfort in her bladder. She was fidgeting as well bobbing up and down on the spot. They kept bagging, scanning and ringing up customers. It was 4:45 Maria felt a throbbing pain. She was fidgeting even more and shaking up and down with more intensity as they were quickly bagging and scanning. 4:55 a tiny spurt came out of her urethra. She leaked a little bit but it was no bigge. Or so she thought. It was 5 more minutes till micheal leaves and the training is over. She was breathing a little more heavily. 5:00 Micheal left to clock out. He did notice maria's need but didn't say anything. He waved goodbye and went to clock out. Maria turned off the sign for the cashier line. There was a few customers there. "Ok this register is going to close please line up at-" She was interrupted by one of her coworkers. "Manager says to stay at the register until the end of your shift" That was until 6pm! She still had to deal with the agony for another 6 hours. She crossed her legs and bit her lip. She leaked a little more. "O-ok" She turned on the lights for that cashier line. "Nevermind we the line will stay here" The customers scrambled a bit in order to get on the same line again. She was shaking up and down while biting her lip as she kept ringing up more and more customers. She kept making that "Tsss" Sound throughout. A few drops kept coming out. And she briefly crossed her legs and then uncrossed them. At this point the customers started to notice her predicament. Every now and then even the products were mocking her. Everyday stuff that you won't bat an eye at was pure torture as it reminded her of her need. Like big packs of toilet paper, diapers, water gallons, water bottles. 5:25 She was ringing up a customer who had a few things. He was drinking from a water bottle. It was those that you squeeze into your mouth as well. She kept trying not to look as the water squirted into his mouth. "Oh sorry I got thirsty, can you ring this up as well, im not trying to steal water or anything" Maria was breathing heavily, she was breathing deeply. Her cheeks were flustered as she was breathing so hard her cheeks were doing that bloated breathing thing you do to deal with pain. She briefly got through her agonizing trance "It's ok I can ring it up" She finished ringing him up and bagged all his items and gave him his receipt. The line felt like it wasn't get any shorter, in fact it felt like it got even longer. 5:35 She kept doing that "tsss" Sound as her legs were shaking. She couldn't stand still at this point. Her legs kept moving around but she still fought the urge to just run off as she kept ringing up customers. 5:40 her legs were locked tight Her eyes were starting to tear up. She had a spurt of pee go through her urethra and it stained her panties. She didn't know of she was gonna make it. She ran towards the cashier behind her. "H-hey do you know if you can cover me for 5 minutes" She said with a strain in her voice. She leaked a little more "Sorry im busy, you just have to wait until someone from the sales floor comes by, or you can radio a manager or something." Maria crossed her legs and put her hands in her crotch. She didn't even care anymore. She spoke into her walkie talkie. "Hey can we get a manager or anyone to assist me in register 7 please?" She waddled back to her register as a concerned customer was waiting for her. "Are you ok?" "Y-yea I'm fine" Maria forced a laugh as another leak came out. She ringed out that customer. She had quite a few things 5:45 Her walkie had a response "Sorry we are busy here, but you can hold on for a bit right?" "Sure thing" Maria was almost in tears. Her bladder felt like it was the size of a watermelon. She was shaking as she forced herself to ring up more customers. 5:52 She put both hands on her register and bent down while biting her lip. There was a few customers left. It was starting to slow down. And she was leaving in a few minutes. She had yet another spurt. Her panties were wet at this point. Her forehead was covered in sweat. She kept ringing up the last customers with her sheer power of will. She was openly pee dancing while she was finishing her last customers. 6:00 Another leak. She had a wet patch in her crotch. She saw the time and turned off the sign for the cashier line. But there was one last customer left. He had some paper towels, chips, juice, and just her luck toilet paper. "Ok we are closed everyone" "You are still ringing me up right" "Y-yea" She whinced as she the toilet paper. Oh how she fantasized about the relief she can feel in a bathroom. She quickly rang the guy up, scanned, bagged the goods, and he was ready to pay. "Card declined" Maria was sweating, she couldn't handle this pain anymore. She was on the verge of tears. She leaked again but she crossed her legs so he won't see the wetness. "Oh sorry this is an old card, forgot to throw it out, let me try this one" Maria felt like the world was torturing her at this point. But the card worked! She gave him the reciept and quickly signed out of her register. Maria made a maddash for the employee room. She saw a line of people clocking out. Her manager was there too. She leaked again. The bathroom was across the hall. She was about to run for it but as she was running, her manager grabbed her arm. "You have to clock out first, don't run off like that" Maria bent down and gasped for air. She was in excruciating pain and the bathroom was so close. Now she had to wait to clock out. 6:08 It was her turn to clock out. Her hands were shaking. Its as if her entire body was filled with pee and her cognitive functions weren't even functional. She struggled to put the buttons right and made a mistake. She had to put her code again as she was grabbing her crotch. She had a big noticable wet patch at this point. Another spurt. She put in the code. It worked. She dashed across the hall to the bathroom. It was locked. "Locked for cleaning" The sign said. Maria was in tears, she was feeling dizzy, she wanted to throw up. Her bladder was giving out. The pee was starting to flow through her khakis. She ran to the men's room. "What the fuck" One of her coworkers shouted She didn't care. She locked herself in of the stalls, pulled her pants and panties down at superhuman speed, and peed for what it seemed to be several minutes. The absolute bliss. It felt like an orgasm or something close to it. The pee kept flowing into the bowl endlessly. Her eyes rolled back at how amazing it felt. Her mouth agaped. She didn't care that she was in the men's room. She didn't care that her panties and khakis were wet from earlier. She finished up and washed her hands. The guy was gone, bathroom was empty. Her pants were still wet. But thankfully she had some shorts in her bag in her locker.
    3 points
  6. Today, I was feeling naughty at work so I decided to wet my panties, just a little. The problem was that by the time I decided I was going to do it, I was already pretty desperate. The more I had to pee the more turned on I got. The more turned on I got, the more peeing in my panties at worked seemed like a good idea. It would just be a tiny little patch, right? Wrong! I tried to relax enough to let out a small amount. I was nervous so I had to really intensely focus on opening my pelvic muscles...which felt so freaking good...And, well, it worked, a nice strong spurt came out and I was thrilled. It was perfect. I felt the wetness spreading out across my panties and that lovely feeling of it pooling under my bottom...and that's when I realized I was actually still peeing and had never stopped. If I'd stopped I wouldn't be sitting in a slowly growing puddle. The stream hadn't stopped, it had just turned into a small dribble. I wet my chair a fair bit before I was able to finally really stop it. I was so embarrassed and turned on. It was so hard not to start touching myself (aside from a few playful grasps of my wet cunt that I couldn't resist). Fortunately, no one found out as there weren't many people in today. After I cleaned up I went into the bathroom and took a couple pictures to share.
    3 points
  7. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d1a123384d47
    3 points
  8. When I get very bursting (i’m Female just in case it’s not obvious) my urethra pushes down and out and even pulsates when it’s really bad. Because it pushes out slightly one discreet thing I can sometimes do to hold us to pull the waistband of my knickers up which tightens the gusset of my knickers against my urethra and pee hole (and my hard clit!) and can help me hold. Has any other female used their underwear in this way to rub against their anatomy to help hold and is there a similar sensation for men?
    3 points
  9. This happened a couple of years ago but it’s the closest that I’ve come to wetting myself in public, so I thought this would be a good place to share. I was traveling with a friend in rural Laos. We wanted to spend a few days in this super remote village that was literally only accessible by riverboat. As one might imagine about transportation in bumfuck nowhere to bumfuck somewhere else, the riverboat was not very efficiently run. When I woke up that morning, I’d used the toilet as usual. But, I’d also had three cups of coffee and some water. The town we were in had few cars so we had to hire motorcycle taxis to take us from our hostel to the ferry. Just as we were walking out of the lobby, I realized I had to pee. It wasn’t terrible but the nagging sensation was definitely there. I hoped there would be a bathroom at the dock. A pang of pressure rippled down from my bladder to my groin. I had to fight the urge to grab at myself it with my hands being as I was in public. Even though, I knew I wasn’t near to bursting, I felt a few small dribbles escape. There’s something about those pangs ...the way they feel so good. As the warm liquid found it’s way out from behind my vagina lips and onto my underwear, the small patch grew slighty and clung to my labia lips. I couldn't help but picture how my panties probably looked right then, the wet spot over my mound, the wet fabric showing off every dip and curve of my private parts. The thought was intoxicating. Another wave, produced another slightly stronger leak. I panicked. I knew that it hadn’t been much but I was scared because it was my arousal, not real desperation that had caused me to leak. What was wrong with me? As I swung my leg over the back of the motorbike to mount it, I savored the squeezing sensation in my abdomen from the tightening of the crotch and waistband of my pants. I felt the wet patch in my panties cool. The feeling of cold wet underwear against my vagina, reminded me of times I’d been naughty or had real accidents as a child. Disgusted and ashamed as I always was when I had these thoughts, I pushed them away but the physical sensation of the wetness wouldn’t let me forget entirely. I rested myself on the seat and the driver grabbed my legs and pulled me closer so I could hold on more safely. I was shocked to be manhandled in such a way by a stranger and the thought of my piss dampened panties being up against his ass, made me a little light-headed. He revved the engine and we were off. It was terrifying, the speed with which we traveled down those dirt roads, dodging women carrying baskets, feral chickens, goats, and other motorists. I held on to him tightly, scooting my pelvis towards him. I was acutely aware of how sexual it felt, thrusting my pelvis towards his bum, straddling a vibrating seat as I slid my vagina across it. The vibration and sharp turns of the motorbike made increased the intensity of my desire. The rumbling of the engine vibrating the pee inside my bladder, shaking it all around so that my bladder felt that it could burst from any angles. I clenched my thighs with all my might and fought as hard as I could. When we arrived, I was relieved to see that although I could feel the crotch of my pants was quite damp, the bike seat had only one a couple small streaks of liquid, which I quickly smeared away with my hand, my face burring red with shame. As I looked up I caught the eyes of the driver. He had a funny look on his face. Then I felt his eyes zero in on my crotch. Even though I was wearing dark jeans, if you’re really looking, I knew you’d be able to see it. It wasn’t a full on wetting, really. I’d just been a bit scared on the bike, and the vibrations had felt so good… I was able to make it to the bathroom before heading onto the boat. The damage, as I had guessed was extremely limited. And I figured it was unlikely anyone would notice. I bought a couple of beers and went to wait for the boat. It was hot and the drinks were cold. The sun was beating down as I looked for shade. The river was that ugly muddy brown that many rivers are but it was lined with vibrant green palm trees hinting at what lay on the shore behind them. Stick with me here, I was trying to “be present” and “practice awareness” because the truth was the boat was late, I was bored and had finished three cans of bear already. I was just thinking I should really go to the bathroom again when the dock workers signaled it was time to board. “Shit”, I thought. “Well, it’s only an hour”. I was determined not to get left behind. So I got on the boat and took a seat near the back and waited. And waited. And. Waited. I had no idea why were were waiting or what for but I was becoming increasingly anxious that I was more than an hour away from the nearest toilet. I could feel the pressure building. All that liquid from the beers. “Why did I have to drink so much!” I thought, in vain. I crossed my legs and fidgeted. I tried to distract myself by thinking of other things. I looked around for inspiration….All there was was a river….a long, large, lapping river. Finally, the boat left the dock and we were off. “I’m never going to make it,” I thought. “I’m going to have to pee over the side of the boat in front of everyone. Oh my god.” The sound of the water against the hull of the boat, was torturous. All I could think about was the waterfall I knew needed to be released from within me. I clamped my hand on my crotch. I didn’t even care if the other passengers noticed. It was too crowded for anyone to walk so I had to ask the passengers on either side of me to please pass along an urgent message to the to the captain of the boat, begging him to stop for me or to allow me to pee off the side of the boat. I was all the way in the back of the boat. I watched the message travel from person to person, group to group. They’d crane their necks around and point at me before moving the message along. My face burned in shame but the pain in my bladder was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. This was it. I really was going to pee my pants I knew it. They all knew it. The captain's response was a disinterested no. I was so far away, it was impossible to protest. So, now, not only did the entire boat know I was desperate to pee but they knew I had been denied so would potentially have an accident. I wanted to die. A spurt escaped and I felt the warm liquid in my hand. I clenched harder and harder. I started crying. I honestly don’t know how, but I managed to keep it together until we arrived. I jumped off the side of the boat as it came to stop on the bank of the river. I had hoped that water would be deeper and I could just pee right then and there. Unfortunately, it wasn’t very deep at all. I started running. I didn’t know where I was running I’d never been to this place. I had no idea where to go or what to do. And then, I felt it. A big leak, bigger than all the others- a quick gush of warm liquid down my leg and I knew there was no stopping it. I pulled down my pants and panties with one swift yank and the pee just gushed out of me. It ran down my legs, pooled between my toes, covered the back of my pants and panties and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. People started. I really, really, really thought I might die. I pulled up my pants and walked back to the boat for my bag as if nothing had happened….my pants had been spared the brunt of it and they were dark...but they all knew. PS: The picture is still me in wet jeans but from a different and much more recent accident. I just thought it helped illustrate the story better.
    3 points
  10. Lol, you're talking like Billy the kid
    3 points
  11. "brief" 🤣 Anyway, after the shortest chapter of the bunch, here's a longer one that changed drastically. Saturday part II – Give me a brake Getting into the car, Julie was surprised by the clean smell. Instinctively, she looked over at the scene of her accident yesterday and found absolutely no proof. “Your grandfather knew a guy in the town 10 minutes over,” her father, the instructor, said after noticing the glance. “It’s quicker and cheaper than in the city.” First, her father showed her the basics; how to set the mirrors and the chair to a comfortable driving position, what every button and stick was for, how to shift gears, and soon Julie was behind the wheel on her grandparents’ farm. It took several tries before she managed to get the car going past stationary without it stalling, but they were finally rolling. Julie’s dad noticed her hands were shaky. “Don’t be nervous, I’m here to help if something goes wrong” her father said. “Well, easy for him to say, I’m the one controlling the car,” Julie thought. As soon as the car started moving, Julie’s palms were sweating heavily. When she hit 20km/h it became too much for her: she got scared of an oncoming wall and stamped on the brakes with both feet and the car came to an instant stop. “I’m sorry, I saw that wall and didn’t know what to do.” “Doesn’t matter, try again. Go slowly and you can easily steer past the wall. If you don’t manage, I’ll pull the steering wheel so don’t be scared; I won’t let you wreck the car.” her father said with a smile. “And if you want to stop, try braking with one foot, it will be less abrupt.” This time, Julie did not brake. She steered slowly past the wall and accelerated; this time she sped up to 30km/h before it became too much; she put one foot on the brakes now, but still a bit too fast. The car yanked to a halt, and Julie got pushed into her seatbelt. The pressure on her abdomen reminded her of that morning; she hadn’t gone to the toilet since her accident by the lake, and she had drank a lot of water there and juice at lunch; her bladder was slowly but steadily getting full. “Alright, let’s try the road. Doesn’t matter if you’re slow; just let others pass. There isn’t that much traffic around here anyway” her father said after a while. “Uhm, ok…” Julie said doubtful. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this. She was too nervous to tell her father about already needing the bathroom, too. It was still manageable. Once on the road she found out it was not much different from the farm; it was still hard. After a while, Julie was getting used to driving 50km/h, except for turns, where she could be overtaken by a crawling toddler. At one point, she was even overtaken by a clearly short-sighted elderly woman going way below the speed limit. Her need for a bathroom was steadily increasing, but Julie was only concentrating on the road. After driving for forty minutes, there was an oncoming car speeding towards Julie. A few hundred meters before passing Julie and her father, it overtook another car, getting back in the right lane well on time, but Julie panicked anyway. She steered the car to the side of the road and hit the brakes a little too fast; the lower part of the seatbelt buried itself into her lower abdomen and squeezed her bladder. As the car came to a halt, Julie saw the other car getting out of the way long before there could have been a collision. Suddenly she felt herself getting a bit warmer between her legs and she realized her situation: her bladder had gotten rather full by now and because of the seatbelt a little bit of pee had spurted out of her. She buried both her hands into her crotch as fast as possible, to make sure she stayed in control. She felt her warm, damp panties squeezing against her private parts but apparently nothing had gotten through to the outside of her shorts, as her hands stayed dry. She was shook by how little was needed for her to dribble right now, and realized she shouldn’t take any risks by trying to hold it for too long. She felt her bladder while pulling the seatbelt out of it, and it was extended way further than she realized or had felt. Her father didn’t notice her predicament. “Well, that wasn’t necessary,” he said. “Dad… I need to go,” Julie said. “Obviously, we’re standing still in the middle of the road,” he said, still oblivious. “Noooo, I need to *go* go,” Julie reiterated, putting a hand between her legs for emphasis. “What? Didn’t you go during lunch?” He asked. “I… I didn’t really have to go back then so I forgot,” Julie said, realizing how stupid of a mistake that was in hindsight. “…alright, just drive on as planned then, we’ll hit the town in a few minutes and we’ll find a place there,” her father said. After a couple more stalls, they were on their way. Maybe it was just her getting used to driving, maybe it was the dampness between her legs reminding her about how she couldn’t trust her bladder anymore, but suddenly she was comfortable driving 80km/h, the allowed maximum. She did so while shifting around in her seat and pressing her legs together against her crotch, trying to prevent her hands from reflexively let go of the steering wheel and into her crotch. It caused her to swerve out of her lane a few times. “Careful!” her dad said. “I get that you want to be there quickly but we have to get there safely first!” Julie tried to put all her focus on the road, but couldn’t direct all of it away from holding it in if she wanted to prevent a disaster. Luckily, soon enough the tiny town of Mingo was there and they stopped in front of a small diner. Julie quickly loosened her seatbelt, opened the door and got out of the car as soon as it came to a halt, her father putting on the handbrake for her, but then she felt her bladder contract. She doubled over next to the car, and jumping around with her hands crushing her privates could just hold the flood inside her body. She walked inside like this, holding herself, but it wasn’t of much help. “Please, I really need to go, I can get some from the car afterwards,” Julie pleaded with the girl behind the counter. “I’m sorry, for paying customers only,” she said. “You can pay for the cheapest drink and go.” “Please please please, it’s an emergency!” Julie tried one last time. The waitress just shook her head and turned around, returning to her work. Without warning, a bit of pee spurted out of her and spread around her privates. Almost immediately she felt it on her hands. In shock, Julie looked down at the crotch of her jean shorts and lifted her hands from them for a fraction of a second before resolutely putting them back; a small but unmistakable darker spot had formed on them, already visible from the front. She felt in control though, and had no choice but to head back. “What a scam,” Julie’s dad said. “Get in, we’ll find a better place.” Pleading through the window of the passenger seat was as useful as pleading with the waitress, and Julie quickly walked around and got back in, carefully hiding the fact that she had already started having an accident, first by hand, then by lifting her right leg hoping it would block his line of sight. She started the car and it took off quickly… …only to come to an immediate halt, just like it had done in the beginning. “The handbrake,” her father said coolly. Meanwhile, Julie tried to keep her cool as she felt more warm liquid in her crotch, spreading to her butt. The leak was contained again, but she tried to keep down her tears as she realized she was probably past hiding this now that she felt the soaked fabric of her panties and shorts cling to the lower part of her butt cheeks. Even if nothing had gotten on the seat yet, her father would definitely see the back of her shorts. “Can you take it off?” she asked painfully. He did so, and this time she accidentally took off with screeching tires in her haste. She knew the only other possible place was the restaurant two blocks down, and wanted to get there quickly. “Whoa, easy,” her father said, wildly gesturing. “I’m sorry,” Julie responded, settling at a normal speed. The jolt made her feel another spurt escape though, and as soon as Julie noticed she put a hand in her crotch while only keeping one on the wheel. Once there, she felt hot liquid flowing through the saturated fabric covering her crotch and quickly spreading to the back of her butt while her bladder muscles relaxed; this was more than the spurt she thought it was. She tried to contain it, but only managed to stem the flow at the cost of unbearable pain to the sphincter responsible for holding back a tidal wave. She stopped the car way too abruptly again, in the middle of the road, and the stemmed flow resumed to its full potential. “OUT! OUT! GET OUT!” her father screamed, finally privy to what was unfolding next to him, alerted by the loud hissing emanating from his daughter. Julie looked around through the quickly forming tears in her eyes in terror. “But there’s people…” “OUT OF THE CAR NOW, YOUNG LADY!” Julie opened the door and got her seatbelt loose in one motion and jumped outside, now more afraid of her father’s voice than onlookers, but as she stood outside in the middle of this small town, pee cascading from her already soaked jean shorts and forming a continuous waterfall between both of her bare legs straight into her socks, shoes, and the puddle on the otherwise dry road below her, heads started to turn. Turned heads lead to more turned heads, and soon enough everyone out on the streets was looking at Julie having an accident. She turned away from their eyes in shame and squatted down besides the door, where here eyes made contact with the most furious ones of all, her dad’s. “You did it again! Twice in two days! You’re gonna pay for it yourself this time, and you’re gonna be the one to explain why Kenneth is cleaning the same car for the same reason twice in one day,” he tiraded, as the steady stream falling from the lowest end of her hanging butt straight into the puddle slowed down to a trickle. “Even your sister has never managed to do this!” her father added to it, as the trickle went down to drips. Julie was loudly sobbing now, feeling helpless. Realizing that a crowd had gathered behind her, huddled together where they could see her in full, she screamed with a cracking voice before getting back into the car. “STOP LOOKING AT ME!!!” Inside the car, her dad was silent as she sobbed uncontrollably. She laid her head down in defeat on the wheel, accidentally activating the horn, which somehow resulted in cheers from the crowd outside. “Just go,” her father said noticeably calmer now. “It’s the first to the left.” Julie could barely see the road through her teary eyes, but there barely ever is any traffic in this town anyway. She got there just fine. “Now on the left, here,” her father said before she turned into a garage where a mechanic was hunched in the back seat of the car. Looking up, he recognized Julie’s father and the car. “Complaints?” he asked. “Ask her,” Julie’s father answered. As the man walked over, he glanced at the back seat and nodded satisfactorily. “Kenneth,” he said, holding out his hand through the open window next to Julie. “…Julie…” she replied timidly, looking down and avoiding eye contact. “What’s the problem, Madam Julie?” He asked. “I… I… couldn’t…,” Julie swallowed some tears, “I tried to make it, but…” She got cut off by her own sob. “Ah, I see, not a problem at all, get out and let Kenneth fix it, sweetie,” the man said. “It’ll be done in less than half an hour with the right equipment.” Sitting down on a plastic chair she got assigned near the back of the hall, while her dad talked to Kenneth, Julie lamented her bladder control silently. No ifs and buts – her streak was definitely gone now, and she’d have to work and be careful to regain at least some of it before she went off to live in a corridor with housemates. She was already trying to come up with plans how to hide accidents from them. While thinking, she saw a girl, that could be anywhere from 18 to 25, walking past the opposite wall several times, and her constant glancing at her caught her attention. When they made clear eye contact for the third time, she came over and sat down on the chair next to her with her legs crossed. She was wearing a loose summer dress and had blond hair that was longer and even more wavy than Julie’s. She pretty clearly glanced at the soaked shorts Julie was still wearing several times. The girl’s legs were bouncing up and down. “Hey, I’m Lisa,” she said. “You’re not from around here, are you?” “Julie… no, my mom grew up here,” she answered. “You can always tell, you city girls always look like it’s the end of the world when this happens,” Lisa said. “Umm, doesn’t seem like this would happen that often,” Julie said, taken aback. “More often than you’d think,” Lisa said, “but it isn’t worth crying over so dry those tears missy. I do it all the time.” “What, you pee in cars?” Julie asked bewildered. “No you dork, well sometimes I do, but I mean peeing my panties in general,” Lisa said. “In fact, I was just on my way to the restroom when I saw you come in but I figured it wouldn’t be right to let you be so upset in your wet clothes all by yourself, so I came over when I started to dribble.” “What do you mean?” Julie asked. “Do I need to spell it out for you? Let’s just say it won’t be long now, my panties are soaked already,” Lisa said. “WHAT?” Julie exclaimed, “You’re just… just… peeing yourself on purpose right now?” “Of course not honey, I’m trying to keep it in but I’m right at my limit so it keeps coming,” she said. “The dam is probably gonna break really soon now.” “But you could’ve just gone to a toilet!” Julie proclaimed. “Okay when you say it like that it might seem… whoops, there it is, I knew it!” Lisa said as she looked down smiling halfway through her sentence. She uncrossed her legs as a loud hissing filled the hall, followed by an even louder splattering of Lisa’s clear urine on the concrete below the chairs. Julie watched in shock and didn’t even notice how tiny drops flew back upwards from the quickly forming puddle onto her legs. “See? You don’t need to cry about something as harmless as this,” Lisa said, “it’ll go down to the drain over there, my panties will dry and everything will be fine again if I’m careful what I sit on for an hour or so. Of course if I’m wearing pants or shorts like you’re doing it’s more of an issue…” A loud vacuum-cleaner like sound suddenly filled the hall. “Right on queue! Come with me!” Lisa said, as she took Julie, mouth still agape, by the hand. As she walked behind the weird girl, she looked down the back of Lisa’s body and saw that streams of pee were still flowing over her feet and falling down from under her dress, and that the back of her summer dress had clearly gotten soaked while sitting. Walking also made some drops still squeeze out of her shorts and roll down her own legs. Before she knew it, Lisa had led her to the car where Kenneth was just finishing up and powered down the big device he had placed on the driver’s seat. Julie’s father was sitting in a waiting area further down towards the entrance. “Can you get the girl a plastic bag for her pants and something to sit on for the way back?” Kenneth asked, addressing Lisa. “One moment… Done! On it! Come with me, Julie!” she said. Julie got dragged along once again towards the door of a boxy structure, while she was looking over her shoulder at the huge puddle at the plastic chairs, the trail of pee coming from it and the smaller puddle over at the car that caused Julie to realize what ‘done’ meant. From there, the soaked dress and wet profile of Lisa’s sandals left a smaller trail on the wet concrete towards where they were going. She got pulled inside, and Lisa switched on the light. The box had a changing room, in which Julie got out of her soaked shoes, socks, shorts and panties, the last two both soaked to the hem on their back sides. She imagined if her top went down a little bit further, she might’ve had to get out of that too, and thanked herself for not wearing a longer one today. She put them in one of the plastic bags on the table. “Here’s a towel – oh wow,” Lisa said as she walked into the room, staring down at Julie’s clammy privates before quickly looking away. “I’m sorry, thought you’d keep your panties on. You wanna go back home naked?” “I was hoping I could borrow some clothes maybe?” Julie said hopefully while drying what little bit of moisture there was left on her legs, butt and privates with the towel. “Oh, honey I’m sorry, I used to do that with girls around my size but too many people just didn’t bring them back,” Lisa said empathetically while turning around and looking Julie in the eyes, doing her best to not look down too much. “So you’d better get back in those,” she continued, motioning towards the filled plastic bag. "Trust me, they'll dry up soon." “Nuh-uh, I’m not putting on panties that I peed in, that’s disgusting!” Julie said, appalled by the suggestion. “Well then, here’s the only thing we give away for free,” Lisa said. “Tadaa! Good luck. It’s meant to sit on.” Julie got out of the room, plastic bag with wet clothes in one hand and an unused, flat trash bag in the other shielding her lower region from view. She put it on the passenger seat and got in, putting the plastic bag with her wet clothes on her lap to continue shielding her nakedness. The drive home was quiet, with her dad obviously unhappy with her clothing situation but unable to add anything to it. Back home, Julie carefully wrapped the trash bag around her and went inside where she transferred the money for the clean-up to her dad, happy to have gotten a ‘loyal customer’ discount. She felt weird the whole time about what happened. It had been her most public accident since the last time she peed her pants at school, a girl around her age that was openly peeing herself without a care in the world, and she didn’t even smell any urine.
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  12. Finally it's there; the promised rewrite of a story I started when the Mayan calendar was still going strong. Some things changed a bit, some things stayed the same, some things are completely different. I figured repetition of some stuff isn't that bad since the first chapter was written 7 years ago in exactly one month so it won't be fresh in anyone's memory and newer people probably missed it anyway. One of the major changes is that I finished it. I won't be posting everything at once though, endless walls of text don't really work imo. Especially when it's about a third of an average book but it's actually all just a fetish story. So let's just start with chapter one. Friday part I – Trip Down Memory Lane “Time to wake up!” Julie’s mother shouted. “We’ll leave in an hour!” Slowly, Julie awoke. After about a minute of her brain starting up slowly, she remembered what was going to happen; they would spend a long weekend at her grandparents, more than 300km away. She always liked going there when she was younger. Julie’s grandparents live on a big farm with all kinds of animals, and there was a forest nearby. No one lives near so they have all the space to do what they want. It had been years since they had been there, and another few since the last time they spent more than a few hours while passing by. Childhood memories of playing with the goats and making hideouts in the corn field, before they were forbidden from doing that, flooded her mind until her bladder signalled it was time to get up. As Julie got out of bed and walked down the hall, she saw her mother hugging Kathy empathetically over something not uncommon; her blue pajamas were completely soaked. She had wet her bed again. Julie never gave her a hard time about this. After all, she too used to have the same problem even if it was never as bad as with her sister. She hadn’t peed herself awake or asleep for over a year now and even though that wasn’t something a nineteen year old should be proud of, it really felt like an achievement after the fear of never growing out of it after becoming an adult. It gave her the confidence to finally go to university after the summer and take residence there. In contrast, Kathy never seemed that bothered by it and their mom even bought cake two months ago when she hadn’t wet the bed for a week at seventeen, even though she did pee her pants that very same day. That’s the kind of level Julie was at when she was 12. Still, she knew Kathy couldn’t do much about it, and her getting used to it was for the better now that she turned eighteen and never even came close to repeating that dry week since. She walked past the scene to relieve her own bladder on the toilet, after which she took a shower. Once back in her room she got out of her own pink pyjamas and panties, and put on her clean clothes she selected yesterday. She wore red panties and bra, a pair of blue jeans with a few fake rips, a white loose shirt and grey all stars. Her figure was skinny and on the short side, but slightly taller than her sister. She had wavy red hair that went down to about 10cm below her shoulders. Originally, it was black, inherited from her dad, whereas her sister had her mother’s almost straight blonde hair. At breakfast she drank some fresh orange juice and a large mug of coffee and ate a bowl of cereal, just like her dad. She had started drinking coffee last year, and was already hooked on it. A few moments later they were joined by her mom and sister. Kathy wore a pleaded black skirt and a black and white striped top. Kathy quickly downed some juice and quickly ate some cereal; cleaning the sheets had taken up a lot of time, and it was time to leave. They loaded the trunk and they were ready to go. Parents in the front, Julie and Kathy in the back seat, like all traditional family road trips. With the planned stop halfway, the journey would take about 4 hours, so the girls had something with them to pass the time; Kathy had a handheld console and Julie read a book, just to have something more than a phone to look at for hours. After about an hour, Julie totally immersed in the story and was completely unaware of her surroundings, but a sudden brake got her out of her trance. It was nothing serious and she continued reading, but now she became aware of something; she felt a twinge in her bladder. The liquids from breakfast and the bottle of water she had mindlessly finished while reading were filling it up and now that she was aware of her urge, she felt the need to cross her legs. She continued reading, but her need for a bathroom stayed in the back of her head constantly and she was unable to fully concentrate. She tried to forget about it and get back into the world the words in front of her were describing, but after 15 minutes the pressure had increased noticeably and she had to put one of her hands between her legs to release some of the pressure. This made it even harder to read, and after another 10 minutes she could not concentrate on her book at all and just put it away. She was getting desperate now and needed relief soon. Normally she would be at school or at home around this time and such a breakfast never was a problem, but now she could not choose when to go to the toilet. Julie was not used to this at all. “How long till the first stop?” she asked, trying to sound casual. “A little more than half an hour” her mom responded. “More than half an hour, could I make that?” she thought, fidgeting. She had to. She could not ask for an earlier stop; it would be too embarrassing, especially now they were so close to the planned stop. It wasn’t her way anymore. “Ehm, could we stop a bit earlier?” Julie heard from her left. Maybe she was saved; Kathy had put her console away and clearly needed the toilet too, judging from the hand that went under her skirt. “We’re almost there honey, just a little more patience” her mother said. “But I really need to pee!” Kathy said. “You can make it another 30 minutes, didn’t you use the bathroom before we left?” “…No, I forgot” Kathy answered, hanging her head. “Well, then you’ll just have to hold it,” her father said sternly from behind the wheel. He was never too keen on the frequent stops they used to make on road trips, and now that both had gotten older they tried to keep it to planned stops. Julie sighed. If they are not going to stop for her sister, they were definitely not going to stop for her. She put her book away, put both hands between her legs and looked out of the window. When she glanced back at Kathy, she saw her sister was constantly moving her legs, had pushed her skirt up and was massaging herself through her panties. This did no good on Julie’s bladder; she suddenly felt a strong twinge and had to hold herself through her jeans. She tried to keep it inconspicuous though, and while trying to not draw attention to herself a spurt made it through her urethra. She felt it moisten her panties, but she was in control again even though it was getting worse by the minute. Her bladder started to ache, and she now had to constantly clench her muscles as tight as she could. She cursed at herself mentally for not noticing she had to go, because after a first leak she knew she needed a bathroom soon. “Oh my god, I can’t wet myself! I need to make it!” Julie thought. She started to doubt herself. “Mom, how long?” Kathy asked. “Just 20 minutes dear” “20?!” Kathy said, disappointedly. She now put her second hand between her legs too after hiking her skirt up completely, and Julie quickly looked away. In addition to it feeling a bit rude to look at how Kathy was exposing her white panties and almost what was underneath by the constant squirming in the seat and squeezing of her hands, she felt like she couldn’t look at it for much longer without losing control. But she wasn’t like Kathy. She wouldn’t act like that anymore. It shouldn’t be necessary. She started to rationalize. “Maybe, if Kathy has an accident before I lose control, they will stop earlier” she thought. “I only need to hold on until she pees!” It really looked like it might happen any moment, but thinking of her possible relief seemed to increase Julie’s need even more. Or maybe it was just time progressing. She clenched her muscles even tighter than before and pushed her hands against the crotch of her jeans as hard as she could, but she could not prevent another small trickle from escaping. She closed the hole off again, but pressure never stopped building and another trickle made it past. And another. She clenched the hole shut again but it suddenly started hurting like hell, and still a slow but constant trickle made it through and her hands felt the crotch of her jeans getting warm; it had gone through her panties! She let out a small squeal as she realized this was it; her streak was ending. “Do you need to pee too?” Kathy asked while leaning over, quietly enough that the parents didn’t hear. “Yeah, it’s… urgent” Julie answered, red-headed. Every time she managed to stop the trickle it turned to spurts and every time she tried to stop the spurts they turned into a trickle. Slowly, warmth spread to her butt and back of her legs and tears started to well up. She looked out of the window, not ready yet to admit defeat. She uncrossed her legs and put her hands on her crotch to shield the wetness from Kathy. Suddenly, they were cut off by a reckless driver, changing lanes. Julie’s dad hit the brakes abruptly to avoid a collision, with success. “Are you alright back there?” He asked. “Yes, I’m alright” Kathy answered right away. “I…’m OK” Julie said, less convincing. She wasn’t OK though. Even the hands that reflexively jammed into her crotch couldn’t do anything about it anymore; her pee was violently pushed out of her, through her panties, through her jeans and over her hands before she moved them away. She looked down in defeat at the glistening wetness spreading in her crotch and the puddle forming between her legs. She lost all control, and could now clearly hear her stream hissing and hitting the crotch of her jeans. “Jack, stop the car!” their mom said. “Kathy’s having an accident!” “But I only peed a little bit!” Kathy replied indignantly. “I hear you going, Kathy, I thought you were past lying about it.” “That’s not me! It’s Julie!” “Come on Kathy, I need to know that I can trust you to tell the truth when you’re having an accident,” their mother said. “Just look!” Kathy now practically screamed, hunched over with her panties still exposed, removing one hand from her crotch to point at Julie. She just sat there, red-faced and tears rolling down her cheeks, adding to the wetness on her jeans that now reached all around her butt and to her knees, flowing over the front of her seat and falling into the puddle on the floor between her feet as well as running down her legs into her socks and shoes. Now, with most of it out of her, she could finally stop the flow but the lake between her legs was still soaking into the seat below and flowing over the edge and loudly hitting the floor. “Oh Julie… What happened? Why didn’t you say something?” her mom said, but she couldn’t answer. She just started sobbing, and as the water level decreased to below the edge of the seat it became the loudest sound in the car. “I’m so sorry Julie, are you alright? Let’s pull over here and clean this up” Julie’s mom said. “We can also clean it 10 minutes from now” said her dad, lowering his window. “Do you want everyone at the gas station to see that your nineteen year old daughter peed herself? And we can’t just let her sit in her own urine like this, we’re pulling over here.” “Please pull over, I’m starting to go too!” Kathy added. Reluctantly, he gave in to the majority. As soon as they stood still, Kathy jumped out, pulled her skirt back down and ran around the car towards the bushes, but she suddenly stopped a few meters from the car and parted her legs. Julie only saw the back of her sister, but her pose gave away the feeling of relief she felt when a few seconds later, a thick stream of pee with a few smaller ones dancing around it suddenly came falling down from under her skirt. She could see the sigh of relief Kathy gave before she looked down at her accident, pulling up the front of her skirt to look at it. She always did this if she was wearing a skirt or dress, and when she was a kid nobody ever cared about it. But she kept on doing it as she got older, and it had gotten too awkward to say anything about it. Getting out of the car and getting out of her dripping wet clothes was like a haze for Julie. The sight of her soaked jeans, socks, shoes and panties, the small light red spot on the front of them betraying the wetness on the rest of the fabric, on the asphalt got cemented in her memories as a moment out of time. Her smiling sister just let her panties fall to the ground next to them, got a clean pair out of the trunk and got back into the car while Julie realized that even her shirt had gotten wet and was soon only wearing a bra, shielded from view by her mother holding up a huge towel. She put on a white summer dress with flowers woven into the fabric all around the hem. She didn’t want to put on anything else until she had a shower. She tried to dry the floor and seat as well as she could with some towels, but in the end she just had to resort to sitting in the still sopping wet seat with her dress hiked up. Kathy’s seat just had a tiny wet spot in comparison, one she could easily avoid by sitting a bit awkwardly. She noticed the small wet patches on her white socks from the few trickles that went down her legs, but it wasn’t enough to mention. At the next gas station, they shortened their planned stop so they wouldn’t be later than planned. Sitting in the cold, wet seat with her naked butt definitely didn’t feel very good, and looking out of the window trying to get her mind off of it didn’t really work. She couldn’t say she had been dry for over a year anymore. She had to be so careful all the time to achieve it and maybe had gotten a bit arrogant about her holding capabilities, as one moment of not being 100% careful had ruined it all. Only when her sadness made way for emptiness her eyes had a chance to dry up.
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    I found this video on VK. Its 10 minutes long. The girl is young and very attractive. She talks about how bad she needs to pee though out the video. She drinks several bottle of water and shows her belly so we can see how bad she needs to go. At one point she takes her socks off so she wont get them wet. At another she talks about how good is feels when she holds her pee so she can pee while she takes a shower. She finally loses control towards the end. I'm not saying she just peed her pants. I mean she holds it until her body loses control. She even keeps trying to hold her pee in. Her face just shows how much she enjoys the lose of control and warm relief it brought her. This is something of dream girl material for me. I wish I had a girl like her.
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  14. Brianne felt a growing excitement in the pit of her stomach as she pulled on the chastity belt over her cotton bikini-cut panties. As instructed, she fastened the device snugly around her waist by closing a combination lock she didn’t know the code for. She gasped sharply as the cold combination of metal and leather grasped her most intimate area. Tonight was meant to be punishment for the young lady who had been caught with her boyfriend in the middle of the night. Her parents had kicked him out of her bed and into the street, stark naked. She, sitting up in bed holding up the covers to veil her 36C breasts, had been yelled at for the better part of an hour. The next morning, Brianne had been enrolled in a disciplinary program with the local church. She had met with Sister Janice earlier this week and been given the chastity belt and strict instructions to show up at a party tonight wearing it. Brianne could still recite Sister Janice’s exact words, which had been “It’s about time you learned how a young lady should act around boys.” Brianne gazed longingly at her black miniskirt then decided against it. While she enjoyed flashing her panties on occasion, an ugly mix of leather and metal was a different story. She picked out a navy-blue plaid skirt that didn’t quite reach her knees. Maybe the goody Christian fellows would appreciate a more innocent look. Glancing at the clock radio, she realized she only had twenty minutes to get to the church. She quickly threw on a sky-blue blouse over her white bra and ran a comb through her red hair. She hurriedly waved goodbye to her mother working in the garden as she started the car. As she pulled out of the paved driveway, Brianne wondered if her mom knew what she was wearing under her skirt. Maybe Sister Janice had told her- Brianne felt herself blush at the thought. She got to the church three minutes early and took the opportunity to touch up her makeup. As she got out of the car, she ran her hand down the back of her skirt feeling the bumpy hardness instead of the usual curvy softness of her ass. She heard a car door close behind her and noticed a handsome well-dressed man looking at her. Blushing again, she realized that he had seen her smoothing out her skirt. Was he able to make out the shape of the device under her skirt? As Brianne walked briskly through the entrance, she felt his gaze on her. She smiled to herself as she followed the “Ladies this way” sign. Perhaps it was for the best that things had gone south with Rod. He had a crude and arrogant demeanor which had been agitating her more and more. Maybe it was time to date a nice Christian boy who would be a perfect gentleman around her. Sister Janice checked her watch as Brianne presented herself. “Just in time.” She commented coldly. “Well, let’s get on with it then- lift up your skirt.” Mildly surprised, Brianne gathered her skirt and lifted it up. She felt the middle-aged woman pull at the leather in several places, testing for looseness. With a grunt of approval, she patted Brianne’s butt and told her to continue walking to the basketball court. Brianne nodded, released her skirt, and continued her careful walk. She heard soft music as she pushed open the swing door. It was a breath-taking sight. The gym had been transformed into a beautiful party scene, with carpeted areas, strobe lights, and a bar. Brianne walked forward towards a group of young ladies also dressed for the occasion. She recognized one of them- a girl of African ethnicity, Georgia. They went to the same high school, but Georgia was a year younger. She wasted no time in greeting Brianne and introducing her to the other ladies. Brianne felt grateful for knowing someone there, especially a girl as welcoming as Georgia. Having met the girls, Brianne turned her attention towards the young men at the other end of the gym. She immediately noticed the boy from the parking lot eying her. He was wearing black pants, a white dress shirt and bow-tie. He was on the skinny side but fit in a long-distance runner sort of way. He had well-groomed black hair and a clean-shaven face. Brianne hoped he would make his way over to her soon. The males collectively decided to get drinks and made their way over to the bar. Ashley, a tall attractive blonde, eagerly urged the female group to go over to the bar too. After some initial resistance, they started slowly walking over. Brianne felt that it would have been so much easier if the guys had approached first. She quickly realized Ashley’s eagerness to mingle with the guys, as she had wandered over a seemingly older brown-haired hunk after getting a beer from the bartender. To Brianne’s dismay, Georgia had followed Ashley’s lead and was in deep conversation with her interest. Not wanting to be left alone, Brianne walked her long island iced tea over to an apparently shy, chubby teenager. Pete was an ok guy, but not exactly Brianne’s type. He seemed surprised to be approached by such an attractive girl and was nervously stuttering about video games and his custom-built PC. Meanwhile, her attention was elsewhere. She constantly glanced over his shoulder at Georgia and her handsome companion. He returned her gaze a few times, but always politely refocused his attention to Georgia, who was happily chatting away. Not ten minutes later, Brianne was surprised to discover that her drink was finished- she had been sipping constantly with Pete babbling on. Not wanting to excuse herself suddenly, she took a moment to scan her surroundings. About half the crowd had paired up with members of the opposite sex, but there were also two large crowds of mixed genders. One group was near the bar, in close proximity to drinks, while the other group was near the DJ, making song requests while conversing with each other. Brianne also noticed Sister Janice and a younger nun seated in the bleachers, observing intently. About a third of the people at the party were underage, so there were already varying stages of drunkenness evident at the party. The girls near the bar had already accepted a number of drinks from their overly generous companions and their glowing red faces openly revealed their intoxication. Meanwhile, Georgia and three other girls were sipping soft drinks. Brianne could feel a light buzz, but Pete was showing no signs of stopping and he was literally being a buzz kill. She finally interrupted him by raising her empty glass and explaining she needed another drink. He stammered an offer about getting the drink for her, but she raised her hand, promising to be right back. Brianne ordered a screwdriver and took a moment to chat with the bartender- she needed a break from Pete. It was a good thing she did, because Georgia and her new friend made their way to the bar a moment later. As she had done earlier, Georgia made the introduction. His name was Jake and he was a volunteer with the church. Forgetting her promise to Pete, Brianne joined the duo. Jake eagerly shared details about his life while asking the girls about theirs. He tried to include Georgia in the conversation, but his eyes were constantly locking into Brianne’s. Finally, Georgia noticed Pete awkwardly staring into their group and excused herself to talk to him. Brianne felt instant guilt as she realized that she had ditched Pete, but also gratitude for the opportunity to talk to Jake one-on-one. As Jake wandered over to the bar to get them new drinks, Brianne scanned the crowd again. Elle, a petite blonde, near the bar was dancing on the spot, but not in sync with the music. It took a moment for Brianne to realize that she was desperate to pee. She tugged at her friend Jackie’s arm, but she just shook her head and gestured to her own midsection. Elle wriggled helplessly before rushing off towards the gym door alone. It was then that Brianne realized that all the girls were wearing chastity belts! None of them could pee until Sister Janice unlocked them! As Jake returned with her drink, Brianne evaluated the fullness of her own bladder. She could definitely use a pee. The alcohol and conversation with Jake had kept her mind off her predicament, but there was no denying that her bladder was filling quickly. Jake raised his cup and Brianne raised her own to meet his, making sure she took only a small sip afterwards. As Jake continued talking, Brianne noticed that Elle hadn’t left the gym. Instead, she was near the door pleading with a female guard to let her out. There was a male guard at the other door, so there was no way out. Suddenly, the full gravity of the punishment hit her. The girls would have to hold their pee until the end of the party or wet their panties in front of everyone around! As Elle pleaded desperately, a boy from the same group near the bar approached the door. The guard stepped aside to let him through while continuing to block Elle’s path. She doubled over and clutched her crotch through her red dress, on the verge of wetting herself. “You are very quiet. Is everything ok?” Jake’s question snapped Brianne back to attention. “Oh.. yes, I’m fine. Just enjoying your story, that’s all.” “Are you sure? Is your drink okay? I can get you a different one if you like.” Brianne realized how rude she must look ignoring the conversation and not finishing the drink he had gotten for her. She immediately took a couple of gulps from her cup. “No, the drink’s great- thank you.” The last thing she needed was another full cup. She forced herself to engage in conversation and regularly sip from her cup. Elle had given up trying to convince the guard to let her out- she was now helplessly standing with her back up against the wall, with her dress hiked all the way up and her hands gripping her crotch for dear life. Her red panties and chastity belt were in full view. Brianne noticed girls and guys looking over at her. It was obviously a one-of-a-kind sight for horny young men, who struggled to tear their eyes away from the beautiful blonde girl struggling to not to piss herself. Most of the girls were alternating nervous glances between Elle and the large clock above her. Just over an hour remained- could they hang on? Jake was amongst the last to notice the scene at the other end of the gym. He looked over just as Elle lost control. She gasped audibly as pee poured through her fingers onto the rug below. Her wet legs glistened in the bright lights as a growing wet spot formed at her feet. Nobody could look away as the poor girl peed for seemingly ages, finally experiencing the relief she had been denied for too long. She collapsed to the floor and covered her face in utter humiliation. Unfortunately for her, Sister Janice came down from the bleachers and ordered her to return to the party. With a beet-red face and drenched legs, Elle returned to the group by the bar. Everyone comforted Elle, but there was no getting over the fact that she now smelled like pee and her dress sported obvious wet streaks. “Yes, I’m wearing one too.” Brianne admitted, knowing Jake was wondering but too polite to ask. “Oh.. do you need to...” His voice trailed off as he realized he was asking a pretty lady a very personal question. “Yes, a bit.” Brianne blushed. It was the understatement of the year. Her bladder was pressing up against the band of the chastity device. She was actively fighting the natural desire to cross her legs in front of him. She glanced up at the clock yet again- there were still 50 minutes left! Several pairs of legs were scissoring now- witnessing an accident didn't help matters. Gina and Belle rushed over to the other door, hoping to get better luck with the male guard. Despite the ladies tearfully showing him their bladder bulges and chastity belts, he didn’t budge from the door. Several guys were feeling an urge for the men’s room and they guiltily excused themselves for a much-needed pee. Brianne couldn’t help but notice that Jake was shuffling uncomfortably too. He had drunk quite a bit more than her and they had both grown quieter. Finally, he interrupted her in mid-sentence with a quick apology and turned away. She felt a pang of envy as he subtly grabbed himself through his pants and urgently strode through the gym door. Unable to wait a moment longer, Gina and Belle hiked up their skirts, squatted, and peed through their underwear next to the guard. Sister Janice reached them just as they finished peeing, loudly scolding them and ordering them to return to the party. As an added punishment, she ordered the younger nun to give them each a water bottle. The nun forced them to drink the entire half-litre before returning to her seat next to Sister Janice. Brianne’s gaze fell on Georgia and Pete, still talking to each other. Despite her drunk and desperate state, she wanted to do the right thing. She hobbled over, struggling not to shove a clenched fist into her pussy. She was surprised to see Georgia holding herself… and drinking orange juice. “Hey Pete and Georgia- sorry about earlier. I just…” They both giggled and looked each other. “Oh, it’s no problem at all,” said Pete. “We’re having a blast together,” exclaimed Georgia. Brianne noticed that Pete was squirming along with Georgia. She looked at the couple questioningly. They giggled again. “Pete has decided to hold it with me. Cheers baby!” Georgia raised her cup and they both took a large swig. Brianne cautiously made her way back to her spot near the basketball hoop. How odd- Pete was probably going to wet his pants because he had decided to goof around with Georgia. Who in their right mind would want to go through this hell? Brianne wanted nothing more than to sit on a toilet and PEE! She crossed her legs and danced on the spot- it was pointless to pretend like she didn’t need to pee. Jake returned from the toilet, obviously relieved. However, he was drunk and his line of questioning was getting more daring. “So how did you ladies end up all locked up like this?” Brianne hesitated, then decided it hardly mattered- her dignity was shot anyway. “I got caught screwing my boyfriend then my parents put me in this church program.” “Wow! Is that everyone’s story?” Jake was visibly surprised by her response. “I don’t know, but I bet it’s something to do with sex. Otherwise why…” She gestured to her crotch. Jake reddened. “I don’t….” Suddenly things clicked for Brianne. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” “I.. uh..” Jake stared down at the floor as he fumbled for words. Brianne realized she had struck a nerve. “No… sorry. I didn’t mean to…” “No, it’s ok. I’ve asked you personal stuff too.” Suddenly an excited shriek from Georgia drew attention to the center of the gym. Pete was peeing his khaki pants. A growing wetness spread down the front of his legs as he sighed with relief. Georgia was fixated on his accident as she struggled not to pee her own dress. Sister Janice was there in an instant. She had Pete pull down his pants and bend over to touch his toes. She spanked him repeatedly, her bare hand smacking his wet bottom. Watching Pete get spanked in his wet underwear was too much for Georgia- she had reached the limits of her bodily control. She lifted up her skirt and spread her legs to let her long-held waters flow to the carpet below. She sighed heavily, causing Pete to look over as he was being spanked. He was finally allowed to straighten up as Georgia finished peeing- a massive erection poked out from his wet, transparent underwear. He quickly pulled up his soiled pants before Sister Janice noticed his sexual excitement and sentenced further punishment. Amidst all the commotion, Brianne felt herself leak into her panties. She quickly grabbed crotch and squeezed hard. She felt her face burn red with embarrassment as Jake turned around to see her holding her crotch. However, she was well beyond the point of appearing ladylike. If she released her grip on her pussy, she would wet her panties, pure and simple. “Wow you look like you’re about to… “ “Yeah, it’s gonna happen. Any minute now.” She spoke through her clenched teeth. Every ounce of strength in her teenage body was needed to prevent an imminent wetting accident. The twenty minutes which remained may as well be twenty years- she would never make it. Beside them, Ashley squirted despite her iron grasp on her womanhood. Thinking quickly, Brent shoved his quarter-full cup into her crotch and instructed her to relax. She just managed to stem the flow as the cup filled through her panties, grasping her soaked crotch again. To her surprise, Brent brought the cup to his lips and continued drinking from it. Elle had stopped drinking since her accident, but her weakened bladder had quickly filled up again. She was so humiliated about wetting herself that she couldn’t even announce that she was bursting again. She silently and rapidly progressed from shuffling helplessly, overtly holding herself, to rewetting her panties in the presence of the group. Fortunately for her, no one gave her show more than a few seconds- the women had their own bladders to worry about and the men’s attention was quite divided throughout the room. Brianne squirted. She felt warm wetness on her fingers and then saw the droplets of pee hitting the rug below her. She danced desperately in place, struggling to regain control. She did- just barely. She knew the next leak would be the last one. She was just too close to having a full on accident. Ashley squirted again and Brent generously put his cup between her legs again, but there was no stopping the flood this time. A powerful torrent flowed out from the gusset of her silk purple panties and she couldn't close the dam this time. The cup overflowed and Brent pulled it away. Ashley closed her eyes in sheer relief and sighed as she straightened up. Clear pee flowed down her long slender legs and a giant wet spot grew at her feet. Brent looked on in excitement as he continued drinking her sacred feminine waters from his cup. Hearing Ashley’s pee splatter to the ground was too much for Brianne. She was the only girl who hadn’t lost wet herself yet and that, in itself, was an achievement. There were several girls close to peeing themselves a second time, not to mention Elle who had already had a second accident. Brianne’s bladder spasmed hard and she could not fight it this time. She soaked her panties as a waterfall flowed out from her most private area. All heads turned to observe the biggest accident of the evening as Brianne violently drenched the carpet beneath her. She exhaled deeply as sweet relief washed over her body- she hadn’t peed since her lunch break at work. The gruesome burden of holding in her urine had finally been lifted from her shoulders. She was peeing herself in front of Jake and a dozen other people, but it didn’t matter. All she cared about at that moment was the unbelievable relief that had engulfed her tortured body. She shuddered involuntarily as the final few squirts exited her. She didn’t realize the spectacle she had created until she finally opened her eyes to look around, pee still dripping from the back of her skirt to her feet. Everyone watched in amazement at the huge puddle at Brianne’s feet. She undoubtedly had the largest bladder of anyone around. Jake’s excitement was on clear display, with a giant tent poking out in his pants. Sister Janice declared that the party was over and hoped that the ladies had learned a humiliating lesson about behaving decently around young men. Perhaps some girls had, but Brianne and Georgia definitely had other plans. The ladies lined up to get their wet chastity belts unlocked by the two nuns. It was a slow process with most of the girls wriggling uncontrollably, trying to maintain the little dignity that remained until they got to a toilet. Gina and Belle, who had been punished with bottles of water earlier, couldn’t control themselves any longer and peed all over Sister Janice as she was unlocking them. With another embarrassing scolding, Sister Janice instructed them to stay behind for a spanking. The delay was torture for those still in the lineup, including Georgia. She and Pete had been drinking even more heavily since their accidents and they just barely hung on as Georgia got unlocked. However, making it to the men’s room was another matter. They soaked themselves again as they rushed into a cubicle together. In the next stall, Brianne was already getting busy with Jake. It was about time a girl did something about his virginity.
    2 points
  15. Sophie sat in her chair at the top of the chairlift, watching the empty chairs climb to the top and circle back down again. It wasn't exactly the most exciting job, but for legal reasons they had to have someone up there at any given time. And it was Sophie's turn to take the shift today. Basically all she had to do was radio down to the base if anything went wrong with the lift, which literally never happened.Not to mention that it was the early morning shift in the middle of summer, so it was even more dead than usual. Sophie brought a coffee up with her just to keep herself awake. At least in the winter there'd be snow to shovel. But she was getting paid to do pretty much nothing, so she couldn't really complain.All in all, it wasn't a bad setup. The only problem was the lack of access to the facilities during her three hour shift. Once she finished her coffee, she would almost certainly need a bathroom break sooner rather than later. Luckily for her, one of her co-workers had showed her a secret little spot nearby hidden behind some bushes where you would be totally invisible to the public in case of an "absolute emergency."Though with the frequency Sophie used it, they were less "emergencies" as they were "regular bathroom breaks." Nearly every morning shift she took full advantage of her secret toilet. Every once in a while, just one trip wasn't even enough to comfortable make it through her shift (usually on days when she sucked down an extra large coffee I stead of her normal medium).She wasn't really supposed to leave the lift unattended like that, even if it was only for a minute or two. But what was she gonna do? Wet herself? It's not like anyone would notice she was gone.Though recently, Sophie had been trying to train her bladder so she could hold longer until she could last the whole three hours (whether it was to be a good employee, or just for fun, she wasn't sure).Today, her goal was to try and hold it up to the two hour mark. It wasn't going too well, though. It was only an hour in and she already really had to go. It was kind of her fault though, since she had forgot to pee before starting her shift, so it had been almost three hours since she used the toilet after getting up this morning. That wouldn't have been too bad on it's own, but she had also already sucked down almost her entire coffee, and her nearly empty cup stood in front of her almost tauntingly. She wasn't going to give up just yet though, even if she normally would have gone quite a while ago.But with all that coffee rushing through her system, Sophie's resolve only lasted barely another 15 minutes. Her poor bladder felt just about ready to explode all over her chair. If she didnt go now, Sophie worried she was about to make a mess right where she sat.She gingerly got up, ready to sneak over to her secret pee place, when out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her manager, Veronica, riding up the otherwise empty lift. That was close. If she had been caught abandoning her post, she definitely would have been punished, or could even have lost her job. But her bladder was still at its breaking point, and Sophie didn't know how much longer she could delay relief.Veronica made it to the top of the lift and hopped off as they exchanged greetings. As she approached, Veronica asked "Are you okay Sophie? You look a little ... on edge today.""Yeah, I'm fine," Sophie lied. But in reality, her bladder was dying for a release as she tried not to wet herself in front of her boss. Sophie sat and crossed her legs as tight as she could, as Veronica began updating her on some changes they were making to procedures around the lift.The thing with Veronica is, she liked to talk. Like, a lot. This could have easily been a 5 minute conversation, but Veronica went on for easily 20 minutes, Sophie leaking slowly into her panties the entire time. At this point she was paying zero attention to her manager, completely focused on not losing control full stop. She just nodded every once in a while, pretending to be listening as she clenched her muscles as tightly as she could.Finally, Veronica's monologue came to an end as she began to shift around impatiently. "Well, I'd love to talk to you more, but I had a ton of coffee this morning and well, that stuff goes right through me! I have no idea how you guys last so long up here without a bathroom. I'd probably have to take a break in the woods!" Veronica joked, looking directly at Sophie's now empty cup of coffee.Sophie could just manage to fake a laugh as Veronica got back on the lift back down to the main resort to find a toilet.The second she was gone, Sophie had one thing on her mind. She had already leaked so much, the wetness glistening on her chair and the back of her jeans as she got up. Losing all that liquid hadn't helped her need in the slightest though. As she got up, she lost a big spurt into her pants, on the brink of soaking herself. There was no time to run to her normal hiding spot now.She did the only thing she could, yanking down her pants right there. Whatever control she had left was gone, her stream splattering onto the cold metal floor as her body shuddered with relief. Pissing had never felt this good, and Sophie made no effort to control the torrent gushing out of her and splashing everywhere. She didnt care if anyone saw her bent over, making a huge mess. She just had to let go.As the intensity finally passed its peak, Sophie sighed as her bladder began to slow down its assault. She had only needed to go that bad maybe once in her life before. Finally her stream slowed down to a trickle, as she took in a long, deep breath. God, it felt so good to finally relax her now empty bladder.But looking around, Sophie there was a wet spot on her chair, and the floor around her was covered in her pee. Not to mention the obvious wet spot in the crotch of her jeans. She had some cleaning up to do before anyone saw the mess she had just made.
    2 points
  16. View File Cute girl pees her jeans outside Cute girl wets her jeans outside. She acts like she is in a park, but its obvious she is in her back yard. The girl looks like she is in her late 20s. She is wearing blue shirt and good fitting jeans that she pisses at the end. Submitter Super awesome Submitted 09/24/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Jeans
    2 points
  17. Wetting Jeans Unaware external file link MP4 795MB: https://fboom.me/file/77087c5e87d24
    2 points
  18. I remember this happening to a friend of mine at uni during a night out. We had all been drinking and she did not want to 'break the seal' so had been holding on for hours during pre-drinks at my flat and then later at the bar. On the walk to the club she suddenly realised that she couldn't hold it anymore and was about to wet herself. Full story is pasted from the university desperation sightings thread: On a night out with friends, we were heading to a club after leaving a bar, all of us pretty drunk. It was only a short walk and on the way there one of my friends (a cute, curvy Irish girl) kept saying things like ‘Oh god I really need a wee’, ‘I need a wee so bad’, ‘I think my bladder’s gonna burst’, I’m gonna wet myself’. She was obviously really desperate, we’d been pre-drinking at my place before the bar, and she didn’t use the toilet while we were there, nor had I seen her use the toilet at the bar. I’d pissed twice in that time and she hadn’t gone once, and we’d all been drinking loads. We passed an alley and she said ‘I really just want to go down there and pee’ but we kept walking. There was a short queue to get into the club and she was stood in front of me, legs crossed, resting a hand on her bladder with a tense expression on her face, not saying anything and clearly concentrating fully on holding onto her pee for just a few more minutes. Finally she got inside, bouncing up and down on the spot with her thighs pushed together as she paid her entry fee, before practically running to the toilets, not waiting for anyone else. She appeared a bit later with a relieved smile on her face. I asked her if she felt better and she laughed and said yes, then told me that she had never been so close to wetting herself! I also remember something similar happening to an ex-girlfriend while we were out in the city centre. We had been to a cafe for ages and ended up drinking an entire pot of tea each, and she didn't go to the toilet for the entire time we were at the cafe. Just before we left, she told me that she really needed a wee and would be back in a minute, then a few seconds later she came back and said that there was only one toilet and there was a long queue. I said I didn't mind waiting for her but she said that she'd be fine to wait until we got home. There was a nice quiet park close to the cafe so she suggested that we go there for a while. We walked around the park for a bit before finding a bench and sitting down, just chatting and people watching. She was sitting with her legs crossed and was quite fidgety, constantly bouncing her leg and moving her feet around. After maybe 10-15 minutes during which time her fidgeting and leg bouncing got more pronounced, she suddenly became very serious, looking very worried and said to me that she was absolutely bursting for a wee and asked me 'can we please go and find the closest toilets, I need to go right now'. After a few seconds of debating where the closest ones would be, we decided to go to a nearby shopping centre which was about 5 minutes walk away. She was almost speed walking and any time we had to stop to cross a road she would dance from foot to foot and bob up and down. When we got to the shopping centre she asked me to hold her bag, practically throwing it into my hands before rushing to the toilets, almost at a run. She came back after a minute or so looking very upset saying that there was a queue and that she couldn't wait that long. I remember her saying that she was about to 'explode' and she went off in front of me almost at a jog, hurrying towards the foot court where there were some more toilets. It was another couple of minutes of walking and by the time we got to the food court she literally ran ahead of me into the toilets, coming out a couple of minutes later looking very embarrassed but also relieved. She apologised for running off but said that she seriously couldn't wait another minute and was genuinely worried that she was going to wet herself right there in the middle of the food court. She usually hated public toilets and would only ever use them if it was a last resort, so she must have been extremely desperate.
    2 points
  19. Not every country is the same, and not everyone learns to drive at the same time 😅 In many places, 18 is the minimum, and in many places it isn't standard to learn to drive asap. This story can be wherever I want it to be, even in not-America 😜 Changing the ages is something I did half-way through the original, but after a certain amount of time you can't edit your posts anymore. It's one of the reasons I preferred re-writing, in addition to not knowing where I wanted to go when I started this and thus having a few continuity issues. I also found many, many things that could be worded better and just tiny errors in the original, even after going over the whole thing several more times so I'm sure I still overlooked a few things but I decided it still improved enough to be satisfied and call it a day. Saturday part III – Tired and Wired Julie got out of the shower only wearing a white towel. Walking to her room her mother noticed her. “Put your clothes are in the washing machine,” she said. Julie did as she was told and walked downstairs carrying the plastic bag. She passed her sister, who had a big grin on her face. “You wet yourself in the car again, sis?” Julie’s face was now almost a tomato and didn’t know how to respond, so she just kept quiet. After she started the washing machine, she went back up to her room and stayed there until dinner. She changed into pink sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt with just white panties underneath. She realized it was the last pair she had packed; after these, she would only have the two pairs of panties left from her accidents in the car, because the rest was in her secret bag. At dinner, the family discussed going to the carnival in the slightly bigger town a 20-minute drive from the farm. Julie told everyone she didn’t feel like going, looking down at just her plate in shame. Reassuring words from her grandmother did nothing to make her feel better. She just wanted to be alone and definitely not in public. She’d just watch a movie on her own. That evening Julie skimmed trough her grandparents’ movie collection, all still VCR, and decided on the one that seemed the most interesting. About an hour (and two glasses of water) into the 2.5-hour movie, however, she regretted her decision; it was about the most boring movie she had ever seen. It was old, too, and there wasn’t an effect that looked anything close to realistic. She felt her eyelids getting heavy and fell asleep in front of the TV. Julie needed to pee badly. She had no idea how she had gotten into this situation, but she had to pull over at this gas station, close to losing control. As her car came to a halt, a large spurt escaped her and dampened the crotch of her pants and panties. She had taken the nearest vacant spot to a bright neon sign indicating the location of the bathroom. She ran towards it, holding herself, and stepped through the door. As she did so, another large spurt escaped. Her previously damp crotch got soaked this time, and the wet patch, clear on the light blue jeans she was wearing, expanded halfway down to her knees. She ran past the first door inside, the men’s room, to another door that indicated the direction to the ladies’. As she stepped through however, no bathroom was to be found. Another spurt escaped her, and she now felt warmth spreading down to her knees and to the backside of her pants. At the end of the hallway she found herself in, another door with a bathroom sign on it was slightly ajar. As she got closer, she saw the text ‘toilet behind this door’ above it. Oh, the relief! As she stepped through it, another large spurt made the warmth spread across the entire back side of her pants. She felt her pee running through the already soaked fabric of her jeans and looked on in horror as she saw the toilet was behind that door, but still about 10 meters away. She couldn’t stop spurts from escaping the entire way there, and when she finally reached it she sat down and could finally relax on the toilet. A loud hissing sound filled the room as she peed through her pants on it. When Julie woke up, the movie had already stopped and the room around her was dark as the sun had made way for the night outside. “Wow, I must’ve fallen asleep” she thought. Remembering her dream, she quickly put her hand in her crotch. “YES! Dry!” she thought while moving her hand upwards to feel her extended bladder above. She woke up in time, but she had to go quickly. Holding herself, she got up from the couch. Her bare feet on the tile floor and barely awake state almost caused her to slip, but she remained upright and walked over to the nearest light switch. As the room lit up, her bladder contracted and she felt a small leak escape. Automatically, she looked down at her crotch to see if there was any damage done, not expecting any since she only leaked a few drops. “What the fuck?” she thought, as she saw the light stain on the bright pink fabric, almost going down to her knees. She felt her pants again, and a little more awake now noticed they were actually slightly damp. She pulled the hem of her pants away from her bladder to look at her panties. She saw the small wet spot right between her legs where she had just leaked, but also saw they were damp a few centimeters above, in a way she recognized all too well. She looked back to where she sat, and that the cushion on which she sat was definitely damp too. Afraid she might’ve damaged her grandparents’ furniture, she walked over to check. As she reached the spot where she had just been sleeping, the tiles got more slippery, but when she felt the basketball-sized stain on the couch it felt almost dry. She must’ve peed herself hours ago! She quickly flipped the cushion and saw to her delight that the other side blended in with the rest of the couch just as well as the unstained version of the top of it. As she did, though, another spurt escaped her, wetting her crotch in similar fashion to the first leak in her dream. She quickly walked towards the hallway and turned on the light there. Only then she noticed the small trickle continuously running down her legs. As she stood there and saw it make small wet streaks on the inside of her legs, her bladder contracted without warning and immediately a waterfall exploded into her panties and sweatpants. Julie just stood at the edge between living room and hallway watching her own accident in shock as the dark, soaked part on the front of her pants almost reaching the extent of the stain she had made in her sleep. Urine still pouring out of her and down her pants, she got her phone out of her pocket to check the time; 23:25, a little over 4 hours after the rest left for the carnival. She sighed. Apparently, that was enough time for her to pee herself twice now. She had no idea where this was coming from. She thought she had left her embarrassing high school years filled with frequent accidents behind her, but this weekend her problems seems to have come back, worse than they had been since she was a literal kid. In fact, the last time she peed herself this often in such a short amount of time might’ve been the weeks after the last time she spent a night here, in the summer before she started high school. She felt down and empty, and despite her calm stance of acceptance, a single tear rolled down her face as her bladder slowly stopped emptying. In defeat, she walked upstairs, her pants still dripping wet, towards the shower where she let her sweatpants fall to the ground. She picked them up and inspected the back; the dampness almost reached the hem, while the freshly soaked part only started at the lower end of her butt. She pulled off the white panties, the crotch having turned see-through, and saw the exact same on them. Being absolutely parched, she hung under the tap for a good minute before she was ready to wash them out and step inside the shower, but then she heard the sound of a car approaching. Panicking, Julie got a towel and rand downstairs to dry up the damp tiles around the couch and mop up the puddle she had just made. She didn’t take into account, however that one towel wouldn’t be enough for this. With the first one dripping wet in her arms, she raced upstairs, got a second towel and got back down to dry the remainder of the floor. Sitting on her knees, naked from the waist down and trying to dry the tiles as well as she could, she heard the front door open. Quickly, she got up and wiped the towel past the trail of drops she left in the hallway and up the stairs, ran into the bathroom. She wrung the dripping wet towel out in the shower and folded it, together with her pants and panties, into the damp towel and got into her room where she added it to the other clothes she was hiding, before undressing completely and put on her cleaned red panties and a long light-blue shirt she often used for sleeping in. She checked herself out in the mirror, saw the perfect just-out-of-bed look with her hair and eyes messed up and went back downstairs, wiping the few missed drops she saw with her feet, and walked into the living room as Kathy entered it from the kitchen on the other side. “Hey sleepyhead! That was so much fun, you should’ve been there!” Kathy said happily. Julie’s eyes darted down to her sister’s blue skirt and the huge damp patch going down from just below where her crotch should be to the hem, forming an almost perfect triangle. “What happened?” Julie asked. Kathy snorted delightedly. “What do you think happened,” Kathy said, “Are you sleepwalking or something?” Kathy walked past her sister, who checked out the slightly smaller but seemingly wetter back side of her skirt before walking on towards the kitchen and entrance hall behind it. “…it’s not her fault, they should’ve had more toilets,” she heard her grandmother say. “I still don’t expect her to pee herself like a little kid,” her father replied. “It’s really not that big of a deal, after a shower and some laundry it’ll all be forgotten soon,” her grandmother replied, before stepping through the door and into the kitchen, coming face to face with Julie. “Hey sweetie, you should go back to bed,” the older woman said to her. “I was in bed but you woke me up so I decided to go and ask how it was,” Julie lied. “It was very nice, honey, but it’s getting late, we’ll talk tomorrow,” she heard her mother’s voice say, muffled by the door in between them. “Goodnight!” Back in the girls’ room, Julie saw Kathy’s soaked skirt and pink panties hanging over one of the chairs, and Kathy was already in bed, half under the covers and sitting up and checking her phone, wearing a green tank top. “Aren’t you gonna take a shower?” Julie asked. “What use would that be?” Kathy answered. “I’d probably need one tomorrow morning anyway.” Julie, tired from not having gotten enough sleep yesterday and all her interrupted naps, just left it and climbed into her own bed. Just before she dozed off she could make out a figure coming into their room and taking Kathy’s clothes in the darkness. Hours later, her eyes slowly opened again, still exhausted. Her whole body felt numb, especially the right side of her body that she was lying on. Because of this, it took her a few moments to feel the hot liquid trickling down the front and back of her right leg into the sheets below. Another few seconds later, it was the increasing pace of it and the hissing sound that made her finally realize what was happening; she was peeing her bed! Quickly, Julie sat up put both of her hands in her crotch to stop it from coming out, but the dam had burst. All she achieved was pushing the front of her sleep shirt right into the source of the river and into the puddle it drained into, one that had already grown to the point where the soaked part of her night shirt almost reached her armpit on the right side. Her bladder kept on emptying with unrelenting force and all she could think off was getting to a toilet right now. She kicked off the duvet, soaked where it had made contact with the puddle around Julie’s body, and jumped up from her bed, the motion spreading the puddle all around, prevented from draining into the mattress by the waterproof sheet below. Her pee now loudly hitting the carpet, Julie ran out of the room, continued to pour pee all over the corridor between the bedroom and bathroom door and ran inside. Quickly, she sat down on the toilet. Below her she could hear intense dripping, falling down from her soaked shirt and panties, but none of it came straight from her bladder anymore; it was empty. She rested her had on her hands as she sat there, slowly getting cold. Her panicky motions while jumping out of bed had made almost the entire back of her shirt wet and her legs were still glistening with the pee that had just run down from her red panties, and she knew this was an accident well past hiding potential. She couldn’t just get back into a bed in this state either, and didn’t know where everything was she would need to clean it up. She’d have to wake her mom. “Oh my god, how much did you pee?” her mother asked rhetorically upon seeing the state of her daughter standing next to her bed. “I’m so sorry, I woke up peeing and I couldn’t stop it,” Julie said timidly. Internally, she cursed herself as she remembered how much she drank from the tap right before going to bed yesterday. She should’ve known this would happen. “It’s okay, just hop into the shower and I’ll change your bed,” her mom said. As she got out of the shower wearing just a towel, Julie walked behind her mom carrying a clean duvet, both avoiding the huge wet streak in the carpet. She was quiet and kept her eyes down in shame. Yesterday she might’ve not made it to the bathroom after waking up, and she might’ve not woken up in time twice afterwards, but still this was her first true bedwetting since just before her 18th birthday. And it didn’t seem like it would be her last. Julie thanked her mom after putting the duvet on an otherwise completely clean bed. It had only been 15 minutes since she was woken up, and of course all the bedding that was there before still had to be washed it still was some true mom-magic to Julie. “Next time this happens, just stay in bed until you’re done, Julie, it saves me a lot of work in the morning,” her mom said, referring to the absolutely soaked carpet surrounding them. “Okay…” Julie said, ashamed of how much work she had given her. “Mom?” a sleepy voice came from across the room. “Mom, I need a change.” “I’m so sorry for you, mom, I can help so you can get back to bed a bit quicker,” Julie offered. “No worries, your little sister is a lot less work than you at the moment,” her mom replied, before walking out of the room, the squishing sound betraying how she accidentally stepped into Julie’s pee on the way out. “Did you wet your bed too?” Kathy asked. Julie sighed. “Yeah,” was all she answered. “I knew you would!” Kathy said as she pulled her duvet aside and stepped out. She lowered the bulky pull-up and put it on the ground, standing there in only her top. “What the fuck, you’re wearing a diaper???” Julie asked in disbelief. Her parents had never put any of them in diapers after infancy, they didn’t believe in it being a proper solution to make them stop peeing their beds. “Yeah, grandma didn’t want another stain in the carpet… – oh,” Kathy said as she saw the obvious disaster on the other side of the room. “Seems like that happened anyway.” “Fuck,” Julie said, “do you think she’s gonna force me to wear one too?” “I wasn’t forced to wear one, she just asked me to,” Kathy said. The girls’ mother got back into their room with two pull-ups, gave one to Kathy who happily put it on, and went over to Julie. “I know, this isn’t a solution, but if you could wear one at night just for the rest of this night and tomorrow night that’d be great,” she said. “It’s just to minimize damage if you have another accident here. Of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She then got up and took Kathy’s used one with her. Julie was left speechless. She really didn’t feel like wearing a diaper and couldn’t believe her mom actually suggested it. After the girls were left alone in their room, she threw it under her bed, let her towel fall to the ground and got in between the clean sheets for some well-needed rest.
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  20. first time posting here please be gentle I had my first public wetting experience a couple days ago. I'm very shy about peeing in public and places that aren't home, let alone wetting myself publicly. I'm pretty short, about 5'0, with brown hair that goes just past my shoulders. At the time I was wearing a black skirt, a pink and white shirt, pink and white striped socks that went up to my knees, and short black boots. I volunteer at a school some afternoons, and I was doing so this day. Prior to this I had drank a large iced tea, and I have a pretty weak bladder. I only volunteered for about 2 hours, but over the time I had felt a need to pee growing steadily in my mind. It got to a point where I was fidgeting around, and had to sit down and squeeze my thighs together when I wasn't helping a student out to try and relieve the pressure. I felt embarrassed about using the restroom at the school since it was a public student restroom. I also felt a bit shy about asking to use the staff restroom since I wasn't quite sure if I should or not. Both of these factors encouraged me to keep holding it until I got home and could use the restroom there. The longer the class went on, the harder and harder it got to hold it, though. Near the end I realized I might not make it back home, so I decided that instead I would use the restrooms after all the students had left and then go home. By the time I had finished volunteering, my need had grown quite a bit. I waited a little while until the school was practically empty, before checking the time. I fidgeted and squirmed around, but upon seeing the time, I realized that I was about to miss my bus. The bus I needed only comes around every 30 minutes or so, and I really didn't want to wait around since I didn't have any other way to get home at the time. I had to run out of the school, which proved really difficult on my sensitive bladder. I really needed to go! When I arrived at the stop, the bus was there, and it had just been about to leave. If I had peed there's no way I would've gotten to the bus stop on time. Luckily I didn't live far, so I sat down and crossed my legs. I realized after I sat down that when I had been running I leaked a bit. Not very much, but it was embarrassing nonetheless. I was really glad I had worn a skirt that day, because it wasn't visible at all. I rocked back and forth as subtly as I could during the ride, before quickly getting off and thanking the bus driver quietly. From the stop it was only about a 10 minute walk, which wasn't very far at all. At the time though, I was seriously doubting my ability to hold it any longer. I was walking on a path with a community garden on the left and the backs of peoples houses on the right. There was a pretty good amount of greenery and it felt pretty secluded. My walking started to slow down and I had to hold myself as discreetly as I could. I didn't notice anyone around me, but I was worried that there could be people around that I just hadn't noticed. The further I walked, the worse the situation seemed to look. I leaked a couple more times, and my hand was a bit wet from this. During the walk I had noticed there was a grassy area hidden by trees and the fences of peoples backyards. It felt pretty private and secluded, and I really needed to go. I felt like if I sat down in the right position on the ground I could pee without anyone noticing since I had a skirt on to cover it. I hesitated to follow through with idea at first, but eventually realized that there wasn't any other option. I sat down with my legs apart, above the grass just a little bit. I felt nervous about taking my panties off in public, so I decided to just leave them on. I figured if I peed straight down there wouldn't be any mess and I could just take them off when I got home. I pulled out my phone to try and make it look like I was just casually enjoying the nice weather while browsing the internet. I relaxed my body and the stream immediately started. It didn't go straight down like I expected at all, though. First I just felt the warmth in my panties, before it spread both forwards and backwards, then dripped down into the grass below me. I realized a small stream had also gone down my leg, getting my sock wet in the process. I tried to spread my legs further to minimize the damage, but it had already been done. I kept peeing for quite awhile, trying to act casually while freaking out on the inside. When I was done I kept sitting there for a bit longer, careful not to rest myself on the puddle beneath me, Most of it had soaked into the dirt anyway, though. When I stood up my skirt covered my wet panties, but my sock was still visibly wet. I decided to fold it and tuck it into my boot, but I couldn't fully hide it. I quickly walked the rest of the way home, feeling nervous that someone might suspect anything. I hardly saw anyone on the rest of the walk though, so it seemed as though nobody had spotted me, or noticed any of the damage. When I got home I quickly threw the wet clothes into the wash and changed into a clean pair of panties. i really hope nobody suspected anything!
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  21. "Get back!" Claire shouts as the man stumbles closer to her. Claire shuffles her way backwards, feeling for the counter so she can get behind it. The man keeps shambling in her direction, putting an arm out as if to reach her. "I mean it! Get back!" She shouts. The man doesn't seem to be listening. She has to do something. She turns around for a second, seeing the espresso machine, with the coffee spoon still in it's place from where she'd made her own coffee. A Portafilter, she'd been told it was called during training a week before now, but the name is the least of her concerns - she twists it harshly out of place, raising it up in the air and brandishing it at the man, tossing out wet-coffee grounds as she does. Really, she should have taken it out of place once she was done because the coffee dries up - but the shambling man in front of her is the bigger issue right now. "Get back! I-if you touch me again, I will hit you!" She shouts, trying to sound intimidating but more whimpering. The man seems to hesitate for a second before lumbering forward again, arms outstretched. "I mean it!" Claire shouts. He steps forward again. "D-don't touch me!" It's clear the man isn't listening as he takes another swipe at her - which she backs away from by an inch. "One more time! I'll d-do it!" She shouts - the man swings at her again, catching her forearm. In anger, Claire swings the spoon forward, smacking it into his shoulder. "S-see! Go away!" He takes another swipe at her, slapping her across the face. She looks straight back at him and brings the spoon around, raising it behind her. In anger, she brings it back down to his head, clonking him squarely above his forehead. The man wavers for a moment, before falling to his knees. Claire looks at him for a moment, then to the spoon - now stained with dark brown blood around the notch. "O-oh god..." She whimpers, looking back up to the man. He puts one hand on the counter, forcing himself off the ground with a rough groan. "S-stop! Stop!" she shouts - but he doesn't. He froths at the mouth and swings at her again with a growl. Claire pushes him back and slaps the spoon against his head again. He looks as if he's about to shrug it off before Claire thinks to slam it against his head again. It bounces off his head with a dull thud, and the man collapses against the counter. Claire gives him a kick in the ribs and he collapses to the floor, groaning softly and dripping blood from his forehead. "Oh god, oh god....Oh god!" Claire stutters, stood over the body. "I killed him....I killed him...." She doesn't quite know what to do, shuffling foot to foot, staring at his matted hair. There's something almost peaceful about him as he lies there. His eyes no longer twitch around, his face seems practically serene, save a single stream of blood running down his forehead. "I....I'm so sorry..." she begins, taking a step toward him. "He's....dead...." The man lifts his arms again, pushing against the floor and snarling. "Are...you okay?" She asks. The man climbs back to his feet. "You're...not hurt? I-I-I have a first aid kit in the back if-" Claire's cut off as the man's hand slams into her cheek - and this time she loses any feeling of remorse for the man - she pounds the spoon into his head, again and again. She kicks him to the ground and sits on his chest, pummeling the tool against his head. The shock runs through the handle and into her hand, each time getting softer and softer until a rather sickening crack. For a moment Claire thinks she's broken the tool. Until she looks at it. "Bastard." She spits, standing up. She rubs her hand over her aching cheek - it wasn't too much of a hit, but it really shocked her in the moment. She looks back to the body on the floor, tossing the spoon onto the counter. "Can't believe I just...No. It's fine. He was....he was going to kill me. I did - I did the only thing I could. I'm jus-justified, here...he was going to kill me." She stammers. "I'm...I've got to wait for Pete. Pete will know what to do - He...he always knows. Pete'll help. I just...need to wait for him. He should be here though..." Claire picks up the portafilter and steps away from the counter, giving the body a kick for good measure. She takes her seat back where she was earlier and drinks the rest of her latte. She looks over again to the counter, now with a dead man's head poking from behind the wall. What if he gets up again? Claire puts her cup down and walks over to him. He's lying there still, forehead dented and lifeless. A strange feeling runs over Claire. She's killed him. But she's worried he'll get up again. Is he really dead? Claire puts her fingers over his neck to feel for a pulse. Nothing. She tries his wrist - still nothing. But...Claire isn't settled. She takes a spare apron from under the counter and ties his legs up, then does the same for his arms with a second. "There." She says, standing up again. "Now he won't be getting up again." She adds, looking down at him. She looks around the shop and checks her phone for the time. Currently 7.30. "Pete should really be here by now - he's never this l-" She's cut off by growls from the man beneath her - he's moving again! "What....the fuck..." She mumbles, stepping back and dropping her phone. "You...You should be dead! Stay dead!" Claire steps back further. She stands and watches as the man writhes about, eyes glazed over and frothing at the mouth as he snarls. "What...what is going on?" She asks. "I...Am I dreaming? This is a nightmare, right?" She kicks herself in the leg. She doesn't wake up obviously - this isn't a dream. "Wait for Pete." She tells herself. "He'll figure this out." Claire takes a seat again, leaving the man to snarl on the floor. Pete won't be too long now... An hour has passed. Pete hasn't arrived. The man hasn't stopped snarling - but he hasn't gotten out of the apron-knots either. Claire can thank her days as a girl-scout for that. She was always among the first to get her badges - knotting, fire starting - she remembered a fair bit. Going out camping with her friends, running through the woods. Waking up early and having to see a camp guide because she needed her sleeping bag changed...Actually on that note - there's a familiar urge building up in Claire now. Claire's coffees have gone through her quite quickly, and now they're hitting her bladder. Time for a toilet break. Claire stands up from her table and makes her way to the bathroom. She pushes the door open to find - Pete. He's stood in front of the sink, and he turns to Claire as the door opens. He has the same glazed look in his eyes as the man had. Claire promptly shuts the door. "Pete?" Claire asks. "Are you okay in there?" There's no answer. "P-Pete?" There's a slam against the door. "Oh....god..." Claire says, stepping back. Pete continues to hit the door. "I need...I need to leave..." Claire says, clutching the portafilter. "Where...where can I go?" She thinks for a moment... "I could go to..." 1) "The mechanic is just down the road...there has to be someone there, right? If nothing else, I can find something useful" 2) "Tescos - the supermarket - maybe I can find someone who can help." 3) "Home? I guess I could call someone..." (From now on, I'll be keeping stats for characters under the main story, so you can keep track on how they're doing.)
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  22. And desperate Mienshao for @Aquraisus done! The bladder bulge might be too much though, since I think my definition of 'slight' differs from most people. 😅
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  23. Lots to reply to here, ahah. 😅 Weird, wonder why it disappeared. Here it is again: Managed to get this one done! To both of these, would they be on two legs or four? No idea how I'd draw omo with a quadruped. 😅 I think I can draw muscular women alright, so I could maybe attempt this. I haven't really got any experience with bedwetting though, so it might be a bit of a challenge. Well, female desperation really isn't my thing, but I could maybe do something cute with wetting! I'd have to think on it.
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  24. Version 1.0.0

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    In the first scene a woman on her long walk home grows increasingly desperate to pee. On her way she goes threw the park to use the restroom only to find it is out of order forcing her to hold it. When she finally gets to her apartment building she finds the elevator is also out of order making her have to use the stairs. After acouple flights of stairs she cant hold it anymore and wets herself infront of someone. In the second scene a man and a woman are on the top of an apartment building enjoying the view. They decide to take the elevator down and right before they get to their floor the elevator stops leaving them stuck inside. A long time passes and the woman is now bursting to pee. The elevator finally starts moving again and when the doors open she takes acouple steps out and wets herself In the third scene a woman desperate to pee walks along the street to her friends house and when he lets her inside she wets herself walking down the hall (I didnt bother making a edited file of this scene because the whole desperation and wetting part was only a minute and 20 seconds long however if you want to see it the scene is in the Uncut file that includes all the sex parts that happen after ever wetting) Enjoy
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  25. Omg omg thank you! It's perfect! He's so hawt! ❤️ 😍 (I actually wasn't sure if you'ld notice this)
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  26. I have always wondered this about my mum over the years. There are a number of things she does and habits that she has that make me think perhaps she does enjoy desperation. She would always be really desperate when she got home from anywhere, saying that she hadn't had chance to go. The times we were out with her there was chances to use bathrooms but she never did and always ended up desperate when she got home. There would be times she would be squirming and moaning about how badly she had to pee and that she was almost wetting herself whilst on the way home, especially a lot on days where she picked my sister and I up from school and then when she got home she never used to just dash upstairs to the bathroom. Instead more often than not she would kick off her shoes and then do a bunch of things like sort through the mail, empty her work bag, put the kettle on, put the TV on etc. She would do all these little things all whilst crossing her legs and pee dancing before eventually going upstairs to change and shower and pee. Even to this day she quite often gets desperate and I don't know whether she does it because she enjoys it or whether she is just somebody who happens to get desperate a lot, either through circumstance or putting it off.
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    This file contains 3 more videos with Japanese diaper girls, which I would argue are the best kind. Warning(s): All 3 videos contain censored nudity at some point.
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  28. Furry Omorashi

    Omorashi, but it's furry-related.
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  29. Version 1.0.0

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    Female wetting two pairs of jeans. )
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  30. Hello everyone, as you may have noticed from the title I have this theory that maybe I have a mother who is into desperation and/or peeing. Now, I'm of course not sure if she really is, but I've had some ineresting moments with her where I started to think that there might be a little love for the act in her: Since I was a kid she always came home frome work or an appointment really desperate to pee (crossed legs, hands in her crotch, etc.) and this went on until this day, so far nothing suspicious really, but over the last few years there have been moments where she came home apparently bursting when the bathroom was occupied by one of us. In moments like these she started moaning and telling everyone how much she needed to pee and that she's about to wet herself, but everytime she waited patiently for the bathroom to be free without problems or any sign of desperation at all (with some exceptions), sometimes she even "forgot" to use it after some of us got out. It is moments like these where I started to think that the need to pee of my mom isn't really as urgent as she makes it out to be and that her desperation sometimes is fake (or just exagerated). Maybe she's just acting because she likes the feeling of needing to pee and holding her crotch and maaaybe we share the same passion without knowing it. So before jumping to conclusions I thought to ask you guys what you think about this? Has some of you experienced something similar with your mom or a family member? I would love to hear from you! ?
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  31. So I brought up a question asking if my BFF had any kinks, and of course, she was wondering what mine was. Here was the conversation: Me: "Do u have any kinks" "nvm that's weird to ask" "scratch that" BFF: "oooooo KINKS" "yea I have some y" Me: "mine is weird" BFF: "do tell" Me: "no I can't you'll think I'm weird forever" BFF: "tell" Me: "no" BFF: "I won't judgeeee mine is probably worse" Me: "tell yours first" BFF: "ughhh" "fine" "have you taken the bdsm test?" Me: "no i'm not really into sex" BFF: "let me see..." "choked, restrained, told what to do, and I'm masochistic so yea" Me: "oh ok" (Comedy Gold right there) BFF: "now tells" Me: "you swear you wont judge" BFF: "promise" (Get ready for this: it should be noted that I am extremely shy, so this is exactly how it was sent) Me: "i have a kink for needing to pee / wetting PLEASE DONT TELL ANYONE OR JUDGE >.<" BFF: "YOU HAVE THAT KINK OMG" "THATS AWESOME" "I saw that on the bdsm test and thought it was interesting" Me: "so you're not weirded out..?" BFF: "No not at all" Me: "thank god i was scared you wouldnt ever talk to me again" BFF: "in my opinion mine is worse because mine involved actual pain. How I enjoy it idk but I love it. And WHY WOULD I NOT TALK TO YOU? YOU'RE LIKE A SISTER TO ME DARN IT!!!" so yeah that's how that went oh yeah and today me and a group of friends were talking about how needing to pee is a common difficulty i told my BFF that one water bottle will have me squirming in under 20 minutes ... she then threatened to force me to drink a water bottle 😂
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  32. (Heads up: English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.) Before we start this story,there's some trivia i want to share with you guys. (Although i'm sure there are a couple of smash bros players here who already knew this.) The outhouse in the Jungle Japes actually has a hole under it. Apparently it was open in in Melee,but its closed in Brawl,3DS and Ultimate. (For some reason). But yeah,i thought i'd be cool to let some of you know. now then,Let's get on with the story. The sound of the wind blowing through the tree leaves could be heard as Zelda made her way through the Jungle. She took a good look at her map and then looked at the path up ahead. She continued walking,but with an uncomfortable look on her face. A pressure was building up inside her bladder while she was walking. Right now,she was making her way to the Jungle Japes stage. This version of Zelda was a newcomer to the world of Smash. As such,she didn't know the location of a majority of the stages. If she did,she would've been able to use Farore's Wind to teleport straight to them. But since she didn't,she had to use a map and take a long path to it. Zelda was starting to regret not using the ladies room back at the Smash Building. The pressure in her bladder was getting a bit distracting. Zelda stopped walking at a cliff and put her map away. There it was,the stage she was looking for: Jungle Japes. Zelda wasn't very happy however. She looked below the stage and noticed the current below the stage. The princess rubbed her legs together and cringed. She locked her eyes on the stage itself and tried to ignore the current. A smile appeared on her face as she saw her opponent. The Hero of Time:Young Link. Zelda raised her hands and started twirling while some yellow and green lines appeared around her. In a flash,she vanished from the cliff and reappeared in front of the cabin that was in the middle of the stage. She stopped twirling and rubbed her legs together again to stop the urine in her bladder from sloshing around. Young Link turned around and waved at the princess. The very second she noticed his eyes on her,she stood straight and smiled. "S-sorry to keep you waiting. I didn't know where this stage was,so i had to take long path." Zelda said. Young Link nodded and went up to a switch that was next to the cabin. Zelda attention was caught by the sound of the current. She looked below the platform she was on and sure enough,the current was very close to the platforms. Zelda winced and shook her head,trying to ignore the sound. It was then that she noticed the outhouse at the left side of the stage. Zelda smiled and took a few steps towards the outhouse. But then she noticed a barrier materializing behind it. She recognized this barrier. That barrier was the blast zone and if you touched it,you would lose a stock. Zelda turned around and saw Young Link unsheathe his Kokiri Sword while holding his Deku Shield in his right hand. Zelda took a deep breath. "(You can hold it,Zelda...just ignore the current....)" she thought. Young Link pointed his sword at Zelda. "Yes! I'm ready. Let's go!" Zelda said,trying to sound as excited as possible. Upon hearing this,Young Link immediately made a dash towards the princess. He grabbed his Hookshot,But Zelda warped out of the way before it could hit her. She reappeared right behind him and used her magic to grab him. Zelda then struck the hero with magic twice and then dropped him. She then opened her palms and used Din's Fire to strike him while he's down. The attack sent Young Link flying. Zelda jumped and kicked him in the back. A bright,electric spark appeared as the kick made contact with Young Link's back. As soon as she landed,she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Another wave of pressure went through her body and the sound of the current became louder now that she wasn't focusing on Young Link. "Hyaaah!" her eyes widened as she saw Young Link jumping at her. She barely managed to sidestep away from his attack. While he was landing,Zelda slashed him with some magic. He was once again sent flying. He landed on the right side of the stage and pulled out his bow. He fired an arrow at Zelda. But right before it hit her,she used Nayru's Love to reflect it. Young Link blocked the reflected arrow with his Deku Shield and dashed towards Zelda. Zelda snapped her fingers and created a phantom. She then pointed forward and the phantom flew towards Young Link. The phantom swung its sword, But Young Link blocked the swing and stabbed the phantom in the chest. The phantom froze and started falling apart until it disappeared into a puff of smoke. Young Link pulled out a bomb and stared at Zelda. When the bomb started flashing red,he threw it at the princess. The princess reflected the bomb with Nayru's Love,but the explosion went off right in front of her. When the explosion cleared,Young Link was standing right in front of her with his sword overhead. Zelda let out a yelp and jumped away from the incoming sword attack. She landed a bit far from Young Link,but not far enough to avoid being grabbed by his hookshot. He pulled her closer and started pummeling her with the hilt of his sword. He then kicked her right where her bladder was located and knocked her away from him. Zelda managed to stay on her feet,but she had to place on of her hands between her legs to avoid letting out a leak. While she was standing still,Young Link threw his boomerang at her. Zelda quickly rolled under the boomerang and created another phantom when she got up. Young Link prepared his shield and waited for the phantom to strike. Whoever,the Phantom just stood there while Zelda dashed towards Young Link. Young Link rolled behind her and prepared to strike her,but then the phantom dashed forward and knocked the hero away with a sword strike. The phantom disappeared in a puff of smoke and Zelda now had a few seconds of breathing room.She looked at the outhouse while she had her hands between her legs. She needed to go pretty badly now. And having to dodge Young Link's attacks while listening to the sound of the current was torture for her bladder. Young Link landed on the right side of the stage again and started aiming an arrow. Upon firing the arrow,Zelda twirled and reflected the arrow with Nayru's love again. Young Link jumped over the arrow and prepared his Hookshot. He tried to grab Zelda,But Zelda teleported out of the way with Farore's Wind. She reappeared behind him and grabbed him with her magic. She then swung her arm and sent him flying towards the blast zone. Zelda turned around and placed her hands between her crossed legs. Her eyes were on the current. She knew that falling into the current and just peeing in it wasn't an option. As not only was the current powerful enough to push her towards the blast zone in a matter of seconds,but there were also a bunch of Klaptraps swimming in it. Zelda turned around and saw Young Link preparing to strike her with his sword. Not having enough time to react,she took the hit and was sent flying towards the outhouse platform. While in the air,she kept her hands between her legs to avoid having a leak. But to Young Link,it just looked like she was trying to hold down her skirt. She landed on her knees and kept one hand between her legs. She used the other hand to cast Din's Fire. Young Link saw the projectile heading towards him and quickly jumped over it. Zelda got up and started charging up some magic. Once Young Link was close,she blasted him with her magic and sent him flying. He almost made contact with the blast zone,but he double jumped away from it. When he landed he threw his boomerang at Zelda,But Zelda used Nayru's Love to reflect it. He blocked the boomerang with the Deku Shield,But couldn't avoid getting grabbed by Zelda. Zelda struck him a few times with Magic and then blasted him towards the blast zone. This time,he touched the blast zone and exploded. Zelda let out a sigh. Happy that the match was over. While she was relaxing however,she could feel her bladder loosening a bit. She quickly crossed her legs and placed her hands between them to clench her bladder. She looked at the blast zone and saw it slowly disappear. The princess very quickly raised her hands and started twirling around. She then disappeared in a flash of light thanks to Farore's Wind. Meanwhile,Young Link respawned and saw Zelda teleporting away. He jumped off the respawn platform and looked around in confusion. He thought to himself: Where did she go? Zelda reappeared inside the outhouse. She put her hands between her legs and approached the toilet bowl. As she got closer,she could hear the sound of the current. Zelda looked at the hole in the bowl and saw the current below the stage. A disgusted look appeared on Zelda's face. Did this mean that all of the Kong's bodily waste ended up in the current? Looks like Zelda had another reason to avoid the current now. The loud sound of the current served to remind Zelda why she was here in the first place. She quickly hiked up her dress and pulled down her leggings and panties. She then lifted the back of her dress and sat on the toilet. A strong stream of urine jetted out of her urethra. Zelda moaned with relief and closed her eyes. She could hear her moaning clearly,but she couldn't really hear her stream over the sound of the current. Zelda opened her eyes and sighed,waiting for her bladder to be completely empty. Meanwhile,Young Link was still looking for Zelda outside the outhouse. He turned to the direction of the outhouse and the first thing that caught his attention was the small stream of water coming from below it. He stared back and forth at the current,the stream and the outhouse until he realized where that stream came from. Zelda's finished peeing. She grabbed some toilet paper and wiped herself with it. She threw the toilet paper in the bowl and pulled her leggings and panties back up. After washing her hands she raised her hands and used Farore's wind to warp out of the outhouse. She reappeared behind the cabin and peeked out from behind it. She saw Young Link just staring at the current. She approached him and tapped him on the shoulder. Young Link turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Sorry for disappearing like that...i uhh...saw a shadow in one of those trees and went to see if there's was an enemy there...." Zelda said with a small blush on her face. Young Link just nodded and smiled awkwardly. Unbeknownst to her,he knew the actual reason as to why she disappeared. But he decided not to mention it. "Let's return to the smash building." Zelda said with a more genuine smile. Young Link nodded and raised his arms. A green light appeared around the two hylians. "Oh? You can use Farore's Wind too?" Zelda asked. Young Link answered with a nod. The two slowly hovered from the ground and then they completely disappeared from the stage. Meanwhile,a Klaptrap was sitting on a rock below the outhouse. The Klaptrap was just sitting there with wide eyes.It then jumped on one of the nearby trees and climbed up. It's eyes were still wide from what it just witnessed.
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  33. On PH, yes, but it hasn't been posted here ever for as far as I remember...
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  34. View File Tickled until she peed her panties Girl wearing nothing but a bra and panties is chained up and tickled until she peed herself. The only thing I don't like about video is the other two girls didn't pee their panties. Submitter Super awesome Submitted 09/24/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Panties/Undies
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  35. There is a newly activated experiment on the loose, experiment number 456, who has a very peculiar ability. The ability centers around distracting someone so much that anything could go on around them and they would be too focused on their own problem to care, but the way that it does that is very strange indeed. To be more specific, experiment 456 can give people a sudden urge to pee, and increase it in intensity, until they are so desperate that they can’t think of anything else. Eventually, if it overdoes it, then they will wet themselves, ending the control for a short time. One day, it sets its sights on a hula performance, one that Lilo happens to be participating in with her group. However, Lilo is not the one that will be struck by that misfortune, and she will remain dry and unhumiliated throughout the show. The same cannot be said for one of the members of her group, however. Myrtle, it seems, will finally get some comeuppance for some of the nasty things that she has done. They line up in their outfits, ready to go out on stage, when experiment 456 sets its sights on Myrtle, targeting her with the troublesome ability. Unknowingly, it waits until the absolute worst moment, when it is past the time that she could have gone to the bathroom before the show, targeting her so that soon, she feels a sudden urge to pee begin to grow. Groaning to herself, she mutters, “Not now!” She hopes that she will be able to wait throughout the show, because she will have no opportunity to pee during. Normally she is vigilant about such things, so she doesn’t know why she suddenly has to go so bad, unaware of the experiment’s unusual power effecting her. The way the urge is now, it’s hard to ignore but not impossible to hold for the hour performance, and she is fairly confident that she will be able to make it. As the show starts and she goes onstage with the others, Myrtle tries to forget her need to pee and focus on the dance steps. Naturally, experiment 456 decides to up the ante at this point, seeing that she is still not fully distracted and deciding that that is a sign that its power isn’t working well enough. Her need suddenly spikes, nearly causing her to miss a step in the dance. She panics, but doesn’t allow herself to show it externally, but she knows that this means she has more of a chance of not making it. She can’t allow herself to have an accident while she’s on stage, but as her need to pee rapidly begins to grow, it is harder for her to hold back against it. Myrtle tries to hold back, biting her lip as she struggles to keep up her dancing, but she begins to struggle, stumbling and missing steps when she feels a pang of arousal. She doesn’t know what she is going to do, and doesn’t know how she got so desperate. Meanwhile, the experiment watches her, disappointed with how well she is holding out so far. Increasing her desperation level is easy, until she’s trembling and barely keeping up with the dancing at all. It must be obvious by how shaky her steps are and how she’s struggling with her footwork, and she’s sure that several people must already be able to tell that she’s desperate to pee. It’s so embarrassing, but nothing is more embarrassing than what would happen if she actually lost control in front of the whole audience. So she continues to fight off her desperation, but it grows past a point that she can even manage. With only fifteen minutes left in the show, she feels a leak escape her, and she isn’t able to stop the spurt of liquid no matter how she fights it. Panic overtakes her as she gasps, “N-not now!” She has already begun to wet herself, and there’s nothing she can do to stop it. She leaks again and again until she freezes in place, screaming, “I-I can’t hold it!” Suddenly, all eyes are on her, and she has a full audience for her inevitable accident. Myrtle can’t hold back the flood anymore, fully wetting herself on stage as the whole audience and all of her dance class stare at her. Lilo watches in shock, before looking slightly backstage and seeing the experiment watching. She knows what is happening and that Myrtle’s accident wasn’t her fault, but she decides to keep that to herself. Perhaps the humiliation might knock the mean girl down a few pegs.
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  36. Interesting, so frequent holding actually improved your capacity, thats an amazingly long time to be able to hold it for, the holds that led up to that amazing capacity must have been excruciating. Holding on for days sounds kind of dangerous though especially if it's concentrated pee as it is likely to be for you to hold on or that long, aren't you afraid of UTI's? Even holding on for 12 hours sounds kind of dangerous when I think about it. Sorry to think so negatively, I'm jut kind of worried about your safety. Thank you so much for responding to my topic!!! ^_^
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  37. That was fabulous
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  38. It depends on that what kind of pads you buy and how tight or thin are your pants, but in general, no. I still don't wear those really bulky pads and tight pants from thin material, especially without wearing pantyhose under my pants. Pantyhose smooth out pad lines surprisingly good. It's more tricky when I'm wearing thin and tight women's pants, but I don't wear bulky pads on those occasions, just regular smaller pads and don't wear women's clothes to work anyway. And even smaller pads still absorb enough liquid to shield pants from small leaks that most commonly occur.
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  39. The Sleepover

    “Well, I was thinking of something else, but now... I dare you to hold your pee for two hours. Starting now!”, Ella says. “I guess I don’t have a choice, do I”, Paula responds surprised. “You don’t”, their friend Julie says. The girls continue playing, and when it’s Paula’s turn again, she is asked whether she thinks she can hold it until time’s up. “No way”, she answers. The girls play two more rounds until they’re fed up with it. They just start gossiping, Paula fidgeting constantly. “Could you please sit still for a minute?”, Zoe asks rhetorically. “No. How much longer?”, Paula says, tears welling up in her eyes. “Forty-six minutes and thirteen seconds”, Ella says checking the timer she set. “Fuck! No way I’ll be able to wait that long”, Paula says both hands in her crotch, rocking back and forth. “You’re gonna have t...”, Maggie says before being interrupted by a gasp. “I think a little just came out”, Paula stammers. “Sit on the floor please, I don’t want you to ruin my mattress”, Janice says. Reluctantly, Paula moves her damp but to the floor.
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  40. Wow, delighted and elated to see this story making a return! It was one of the first stories I read on here, as a lurker, far more years ago than I care to remember. I've also re-read the original quite recently, so it's nice and fresh in my mind, and I'm eager to see what changes and what stays the same. 🙂
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  41. Earlier this summer, I went running in one of the parks in my city that has a path that goes out a point in the lake. The park does have bathrooms but they're 3/4's of the way out the point, and they're more like pit toilets than actual bathrooms. On this day, while running out the point, I passed a guy that looked about my age (mid-20s). He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. As I was running back, I passed him again very close to the end of the path. He paused to say something to an older woman sitting on a rock at the start of the path that looked like she could have been his mother. I walked past him to my car which was parked in the lot right next to the start of the path. Then, as I was sitting in my car, I saw him walk past my car in my rearview mirror to the edge of the parking lot in. Along the edge of this particular lot, there is a thin row of trees, but the lake comes very close of the edge of the parking lot and anything beyond the parking lot is pretty much marsh. Also along the edge of the parking lot that's not the lake is a very popular walking/biking trail. As I continued to watch the guy in my rearview mirror, I saw the guy kind of step into the marsh area then realize he couldn't go any further and step back into the parking lot area. He then stepped up to a tree at the end of the parking lot and stood with his back to the lot, and his feet about shoulder width apart. His back was to me, but he seemed to be fiddling with something around his middle. He kept glancing toward the walking/bike trail which regularly had people going by and around the lot. After moment, he dropped his hands to the side. Then, I saw the butt of his jeans begin to get darker. Before long, the legs of his jeans also started to get darker as well. When he finished, his entire inseam and about half-way around the back of his legs was soaked.
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  42. I was close to losing control at least thrice. Trying so hard not to wet myself
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  43. Trina will be making a free appearance very soon; she's been reenacting her canonical fear-wetting from "Spirit DNA" for several special high quality views of that moment permanently etched in almost all her timelines, which is now available for sale here with or without the context of my outside fiction. Stepping in to answer some questions she isn't able to, Trina hasn't wet the bed since she was little... yet. She does have something of an accident in bed later on in the tale she's a protagonist of, but I simply haven't written/illustrated that far into the story yet. I do have a few ideas on what could happen in terms of a bedwetting for another alternate timeline here the way I handled "Tickling Trina's Tummy", but in terms of those omorashi-only adventures she'll be going on vacation shortly to make way for another batch of Toiletstool stories. In the meantime you can continue to ask questions, as well as voice what you'd like to see happen in the future. I already have some options in mind for when Trina returns and she's ready to pee again, which include: - A side adventure when she goes to the beach with friends and pees in the ocean. -Another where her older friends take her out to the club and she comes home after drinking way~ too much. -One where she falls asleep while babysitting, leaving herself vulnerable to the warm water prank. -A collection of multiple close calls where she got stuck in line and had to cheat her way to the toilet. These are all likely to hit this site next year, unless of course an even better idea or two blossom. I love doing this and as for her... she likes the attention but I'm not sure about the rest lol
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  44. Hey Jailor. It’s been a long time. I hope you have been doing well. I saw all the other requests you did and I got to say you’ve been improving a lot. And I definitely love the latest that you did, that is just how I imagined Ultima01’s. I’d like to apologize for two things though. I’m sorry I did not get back to you for a couple months regarding your reply to my requests. I’ve been swamped with a lot of work this summer and I have been doing a lot of things. My second one, well looking back it does seem like I went way overboard, almost to the point where an entire page of the thread has been taken up. I was worried that I wasn’t being fair by putting that much on one post, though I did look recently and got some assurances by seeing that my posts continued to be approved. For future reference though, I probably will not go overboard like that again when making requests towards anyone. I’ve been writing the fiction for On the Way and I’m glad that I have your permission to use your character. I just have to revise the story a bit more so it would fit those images of On the Way. Although I did jump the gun, I’m glad that you liked the requests that I’ve written. That girl in the seifuku outfit is going to be seriously suffering naked in her bed with such an enormously distended bladder like that for quite some time. The pain from the bladder pressure must be surreal and out of this world to her.
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  45. I decided a few days ago that it was time, at long last, for the wild bush between my legs to be tamed. I really do like a big full bush on myself and on others...there’s just something so primal and raw about it...I digress… Just like there are may delicious flavors of ice cream, so too are there many flavors of pussy...I mean, pubic hair styles. And so, armed with scissors a razor and patience, I set out to tame the beast. And, wow! What a difference. I feel EVERYTHING now- the seam in the crotch of my pants, the textures of things I sit on (my god, the textures!) and, best of all...damp panties. It is so deliciously amazing how they cling to the lips of my labia. It makes me ache and throb. It’s like an entirely new experience. Interestingly, I also learned that I actually pee in my panties little bits throughout the entire day! I had no idea because it’s just small dribbles that I don’t even feel coming out. I guess before they were in my hair so I didn’t notice. Now, I feel it squirt up through my labia lips before dampening my panties in the tiniest of spots. And, I’m turned on every time I catch a glimpse of those small wet spots even though I’m also a bit frightened to know that my bladder control really isn’t what I thought it was.
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  46. Last night J told me I wasn’t allowed to pee before bed. I woke up having to go pretty badly, but I went about making us coffee and breakfast. After breakfast we were doing some more unpacking, and at one point I moved a heavy box and found myself with poop in my pants. J found out what happened and said, “well you’re going to have to stay in it for a while.” As we continued, maybe half an hour later I was maneuvering around a table that was up against the wall, and suddenly I was soiling myself uncontrollably. I just stood there squirming as my pants filled up right in front of J. Eventually she told me to go finish in the shower. It all felt really amazing.
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  47. Start at night with dark clothing and work your way up from there with baby steps. Alternativley, choose a day we’re its raining heavily. That way the wet spot is less suspicious
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