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  1. IMPORTANT UPDATE - HEALTH EMERGENCY Hi, I’m sending this message/posting this to all of Jane’s clients/followers, so apologies for the generic information, I don’t want to violate anyone’s privacy by reading conversations. I’m a friend of hers and lurker on this site, who she’s given permission to send these messages and/or post this message on her profile. Jane was involved in a hit & run last Monday and up until two days ago, was in a medically induced coma; in order to reduce the swelling around her brain. Thankfully, she’s now in a serious but stable condition, however, she’s got more than a dozen broken bones and potential nerve damage in her hands. She told me she’s finished all current commissions, however she can’t send them until she’s home and gets access to her laptop, which might be up to another two weeks before she’s allowed home. Until then, she’s asked me to REFUND all clients and inform them that they will have received their money back via PayPal. Additionally, she’s asked me to apologise for all delays and for anyone worried that she had stolen client’s money, without delivering the stories. Finally, she says that she cannot accept ANY further commissions until further notice; even with ongoing clients, until she and the doctors are more certain what’s going on with her nerve damage. She hopes her followers are okay and is sorry for anyone whose felt like she's been ignoring them over the past couple of weeks. Thanks everyone. Stay safe and watch out for pieces of shit on the road! - Sarah
    9 points
  2. Hello! I’ve been wanting to get back into wetting myself and having little accidents- but I haven’t found the time. Today that changed! I woke up this morning needing to go to the bathroom, but decided to go back to sleep and wait until later so I can pee myself. When I woke up again, I knew it was time. I got out of bed and didn’t really feel the need to pee, but once I put on my safe panties (the ones I usually wet in) my bladder wanted to release right there! I didn’t let myself and instead put on a pair of jeans too so I could feel the warmth of my pee. As soon as I put on my jeans I leaked a little bit but wanted to watch the pee come down my legs so I went to my mirror and let loose. And let me tell you I miss wetting myself. The constant flow of warmth coming down and locking into my legs and being able to watch it happen is just amazing. attached I have some images of my little “accident”!
    4 points
  3. It's been awhile since I gone out to enjoy the warm weather and sunshine...and the accompanying wetting! It was a bit windy where I took this shot but still happy with the outcome. Enjoy! cyc60.mp4
    4 points
  4. 1,839 downloads

    Girl wets her leggings while talks.
    Free
    4 points
  5. I started my day off as usual with my standard large cup of coffee and a water. I sat down to play some videos games and after about 3 hours I realize I REALLY have to pee. I am squirming in my seat trying to focus on the game but I can’t. Just as I was about to run to the bathroom I stop myself and think this is the perfect opportunity to try to get myself to have a true public accident. I decide I am going to drive out to a state park that is about a 40 minute drive from my house. Excited, I pack a bag with a change of clothes, some trash bags and a towel. I chug a sparkling water and head out. I grab 3 extra waters and plan to drink one on the way to the park. As I approach my car I can already feel by bladder bulging a bit and I know it is going to be a close one. I decide to lay the towel on the seat just in case I leak on the way. I crack open the water and head out. After driving for a bit I start to feel that first water hit my bladder all at once. I look at my phone for the ETA and it says 18 minutes. I grab myself and squeeze the tip of my dick hard. I am really not sure if I can wait that long, but I am going to try. I really don’t want to be cleaning pee out of my car all day. I have to hold! My bladder is rock hard at this point, filled to the brim. My kidneys are starting to ache. I look over at my phone the ETA is 12 minutes. I start checking my phone every chance I get. 8 minutes left “You can make it, You can make it” I say to myself out loud, one hand in the steering wheel and the other has a death grip over the head of my cock. I am in so much pain from holding that I am actually starting to sweat. I start to sing along to the radio to hopefully distract myself. It works a bit but I can feel my bladder starting to spasm. I might not make it… fuck. I look at my phone ETA 2 minutes. I can almost see the park entrance. Finally I am coming up on the turn and my bladder knows it. It is screaming to empty itself as I take the turn, but I can’t let go yet. God not to mention I still need to find a place secluded to actually pee. I park at the nearest parking lot and there is an inclined walking path up to the top of a cliff near where I parked and there are trails up there. I just have to get to a trail to get some tree cover and I will be able to pee freely. I get out of my car and can barely walk. My bladder is hard and painful I start up the incline hoping people don’t notice my awkward waddle that I have to do to accommodate my throbbing bladder. I finally get to the mouth of a trail and head down it. I know this trail pretty well and I think I know a pretty good spot to wet myself. Now that I have been walking for a bit it is getting easier, but I am still barely holding on. Every few minutes my bladder squeezes down and I have to hold myself to make sure I don’t leak. After a few minutes of walking down this trail I realize the spot I have in mind is much further than I remember. I can feel my bladder about to give out at any moment and look for other spots to walk off the main trail but there are none. On either side of my are steep drop offs down the cliff. I start to accept the fact that I might pee myself in full view of this public walking trail. Finally I see a rocky outcropping ahead of me that looks familiar. This is it I am almost there! My cock starts to tingle and I feel my bladder spasm HARD. I almost leak into my jeans just as a woman and her dog crest over the rocks in front of me. I say hi and smile as I pass them. As we pass each other I see the spot down below. A large platform under a small cliff. The perfect spot for a secluded wetting, only this girl was right on top of it just hanging out with her dog. I have to find another spot. I wince as my bladder screams for relief. I start heading down this very steep hill away from the girl and her dog. How hard could it be to find another spot any way? A couple minutes of hiking and I realize it is going to be a while before I find a spot even remotely similar. I take a step and slip a bit down this hill and my bladder lurches. It takes all my power not to start spraying the inside of my jeans with piss. I cannot wait to find another spot. That was the spot and it is going to have to be the spot because I am on the verge of total loss of control. I turn around and swiftly hike back up the hill. I don’t even have time to check if the girl and her dog are gone. As soon as I see the path to the spot I feel myself slowly leak into my pants. I walk a bit further and another long leak trickles out. I can feel the warmth now. I quickly get myself against the cliff wall and kick off my shoes as I send a stream of pee into my boxers soaking the right leg of my jeans. I can’t even properly push the pee out since my bladder is so swollen I can only relax and let the stream trickle. My socks start to soak up the pee streaming down my leg. Finally sweet relief. I let out an audible sigh as I finish soaking my jeans and the pee comes to a halt. Just then I hear voices. I can’t tell how far they are so I go to open my backpack to quickly change my pants but I realize I still have to pee. The right leg of my jeans is so soaked with pee it can’t even hold anymore liquid so as I start peeing again I feel all of it waterfall down my leg and the voices are getting closer and my piss is hot against my skin, I know I won’t be able to stop even if they see me. After another minute I think I am done so I whip off my socks, pants and boxers. Quickly slip into something fresh, bag up the pee clothes and pass two girls as I hike back to the car who have no idea what just happened over that ridge.
    4 points
  6. Ripped. 480P_2000K_387366331.mp4
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  7. Commission 29

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    This time, from @Attica! And it was a ton of fun to work on!
    3 points
  8. Some more from the time I was working at Care2Play, a Finnish abdl shop. I also have pics with shortalls and a pacifier, but I'm not sure if they fit the theme (you wouldn't guess I was wearing).
    3 points
  9. I just couldn't help myself this morning and needed to feel the sexual excitement of wetting myself. After reading and watching some downloads on our wonderful community I decided to have a little fun of my own. Sorry for the shotty camera work. It's just me and my old iphone. IMG_0959.mp4
    3 points
  10. View File striper se orina durante el baile una stripper llega a tu casa a bailarte y pasar un buen rato, pero parece que ha bebido demasiado durante su turno y ahora mientras te baila necesita hacer pipí que sucederá ¿podrá llegar al baño o se orinará frente a ti mientras baila? Si quieres averiguarlo, envíame un correo electrónico [email protected] a stripper girl comes to your house to dance you and have a good time, but it seems that she has drunk too much during her shift and now while she dances to you she needs to go pee that she will happen will she be able to reach the bathroom or will she urinate in front of you while she dances? If you want to find out, send me an email [email protected] Submitter nenita wet Submitted 06/22/2021 Category Female  
    3 points
  11. Yesterday, I was concentrating on the homework that I was doing while listening to some music. I sorta felt the need to pee but I was in the zone and just unconsciously pushed the feeling out of my awareness. I vaguely remember feeling the sensation of wetting myself, but it wasn't until I was done with my homework an hour and a half later that I actually realized the back of my panties were soaked. Anyone else ever wet themselves whilst concentrating on schoolwork or homework? If you're curious about what I was wearing, it was a pink T-shirt, a black and pink pleated skirt, cyan bralette, and black panties with cyan flowers and frilly cyan trim. If you're curious about the schoolwork, it was a paper for World Literature, the only class I need to take that the college is offering this summer.
    2 points
  12. With her bladder bursting, Lola delivers an impressive pants-soaking pee in this kinky photo gallery. In her first solo photo-set on HD Wetting, Lola doesn’t disappoint, as she thoroughly soaks her jeans. To prepare for these photos, Lola made sure she was desperate to pee first. In the early photos she is simply posing for the camera, but as we go deeper into the gallery she isn’t able to hide her desperation. She is crossing her legs and holding herself in several photos. Finally, Lola lets go and pees in her pants. The photos capture everything from the first visible wet patch, to a giant, glistening wet-stain expanding down her legs to the floor. After she is done peeing she takes off her wet jeans, exposing her pussy, and holds up her pissy-wet pants to show them off to the camera.
    2 points
  13. Most people don't wanna swim in a pool that has been peed in. But nobody has a problem swimming in an ocean even though it definetly has been peed in. This means there exists an appropriate pee to water ratio that people don't mind swimming in it.
    2 points
  14. As I was just saying to someone in chat I don't really feel that crossing legs helps all that much as I feel it's more of a nervous reaction than anything else, you just feel something between your legs so you sort of squirm around and you try to take focus away from it but I don't really think that it helps significantly to hold it. And sometimes I think it's something that women tend to do more because there's really nothing to grab hold of, so rather than grab hold we sort of try to scissor our legs as a way of trying to pinch it shut or get rid of the pressure.
    2 points
  15. Here's a little story I just finished today. I'm quite pleased with this one, would love to know what people think... I first met Cassie in the summer of 2012. I was over the moon to be starting my first real job after finishing university. My confidence and extroverted personality had thus far landed me pretty much wherever I wanted to be, and now I was working as a COSHH trainer for leaf, a company who produce and provide businesses with industrial strength cleaning products. My job was to travel out to our clients and conduct training sessions on how to use the products safely and correctly. My first week with the company was spent at their offices, learning about the range of products leaf had in their catalogue, understanding how to find information on a safety data sheet, being shown the standard way the training sessions were to be presented, and of course getting familiar with my new workspace and colleagues. It only took me a few days to get to know everyone, and although Cassie was quite shy and reserved it was obvious that everyone thought she was the best instructor. She wasn’t a natural spokesperson, like me for instance, but her product knowledge was unmatched by anyone else in the company, and when she was in the zone she should explain absolutely anything with impeccable skill. I wasn’t particularly attracted to her at first. Not because she wasn’t attractive, she was actually a natural beauty. Impossibly straight black hair. A beautiful olive complexion. Unforgettable eyebrows. She always dressed quite plain but was also somehow always dazzling. She was four years older than me, but didn’t look it. But because she was so introverted, it was easy sometimes to forget that she was even there. She just got on with her work and that was it. She was a quirky character, but in subtle ways. She always ate breakfast in the office and it was always the same; Granola and Yoghurt with a black coffee. She didn’t talk much, but had a series of catchphrases that were amusing. She would say ”oh well” when faced with a mild inconvenience, but anything more troublesome than that got a “not today.” My favourite was “well done” because she said it in the same tone of voice whether it was sincere or not, so you could never quite tell whether she was being sarcastic. She may not have even known. Our manager’s name was Andie, who was also the most incredible woman. She was a mother of three, worked her butt off all day every day but never complained and seemingly had a never ending supply of energy. One morning, at the end of my first week, she called me over to Cassie’s desk. “Ben” Andie said to me “you know Cassie, don’t you?” “Yeah, we’ve met” I said. Cassie gave me a half-hearted smile. “If you feel ready, Ben, I’m going to send you to do your first presentation on Thursday. Does that sound good?” She asked me. “Yeah” I replied “that sounds perfect.” “Great stuff” Andie said, clapping her hands in glee before turning to Cassie. “Now Cassie, if it’s ok with you I’m going to buddy you up with Ben for his first session. Would that be alright?” Cassie looked very unsure as she shrugged her shoulders and said “sure” whilst also shaking her head. “Perfect” Andie said. She loved getting people hyped. “It’s somewhere you’ve been before, Cassie, it’s the Fruits De Mer sur la Jetée.” “Oh, that one” said Cassie, she turned to me and and talked directly to me for the first time “It’s a really expensive restaurant and everyone who eats there is always overdressed for the occasion. In summary.” “Can I leave it with you guys to sort out?” Andie said “I think you two will work well together.” “Ok” I said “We’ve got it, I think.” “Great” Andie said “Thanks guys.” Andie returned to her office, leaving Cassie and I alone together. “Mind if I sit down?” I asked. “You might as well” Cassie replied. I didn’t learn much about her in that half an hour or so we spent together that day, but I did get a first hand experience of how good her work ethic was. I was enthusiastic about the idea of a 160 mile round trip together, as I really wanted the opportunity to bond with her. I agreed to drive, I would need to get used to long journeys after all. The session was at eleven in the morning, so we had to set off quite early. Thursday came around, and I turned up at the office in the morning to collect my work laptop, the forms that needed signing, and the correct bottles for all the chemicals the staff would need training on. Cassie was already there when I arrived, eating her usual breakfast and drinking her coffee. When it was time to go, she rushed what was left of her food and drink, grabbed her bag and headed towards the door where I was waiting. “All set?” I asked. “I think so, yep” she replied. She seemed nervous, and I didn’t know why at the time. It was explained to me much later that she grew up in a toxic household, where she was emotionally and sometimes physically abused by her father and older brother. So one can understand why she was weary of spending time with men, especially ones she didn’t really know. And being the very tall and very stocky man that I was, it must have been doubly intimidating for her. None the less, she had been asked to work with me and she always prioritised her job. If I had to guess, there was a lot of internal conflict going in. Her fear of being abused was at odds with her fear of letting her employer down. I didn’t need to know this at the time, because there’s no way I would ever have tried to do anything to her. In hindsight, however, it does make me think about that day very differently in hindsight. Cassie, it seems, was intent on spending the whole journey in complete silence. I half expected her to sit by herself in the back of the car, but to my surprise she did get in the front passenger seat. We didn’t speak for the first few minutes, I just drove while she looked at her phone. We didn’t plan on making any stops, and it was a baking hot day so we were both taking sips from bottles of water. I was dressed in a suit and tie, as was the standard, but had removed my suit jacket. Despite the heat, Cassie kept her’s on. That was part of her standard attire, along with a white blouse, a short black skirt and clear tights. While she definitely seemed a little bit uncomfortable when we first set off, she started to relax once we got going. Maybe she was starting to trust me already. She definitely hadn’t warmed to me yet, but I was determined to form some kind of bond with her. I was going to have to revert to small talk… “So, how long have you worked for leaf?” I asked. She took a few seconds to answer, she made a point of locking her phone and putting it away. “Just a few weeks shy of two years” she said. “Ok” I said “And is it what you always wanted to do?” She sniggered. “This isn’t what anyone wants to do. What ten year old wants to visit dozens of staff rooms every year and literally have to tell people not to drink dangerous chemicals?” I laughed. She was right after all. “Fair enough” I said “What did you want to do?” “Earn a living” she said. “Smart” I said. “I know I am” she replied. It felt like we were making progress. We went on to talk about her interests, and my interests, she loosened up the more we spoke. We found common ground in making fun of some of our colleagues, I heard her properly laugh for the first time, and she started giving me pointers on how to perform well in our line of work. Finally, she gave in and removed her suit jacket. I had gained her trust. However, I couldn’t help but notice something was still wrong. She was shifting uncomfortably in her seat, and pressing her legs together. I didn’t say anything, but I thought I knew what was up. In part, because I was having similar problems. We were fifty minutes in to the journey, with another two hours to go, and I was starting to feel the need to pee. It wasn’t urgent yet, however the way Cassie was squirming, and the fact she had stopped sipping her water, it may have already started to become desperate by then. And then we hit traffic. Everyone was being diverted off the motorway because of an accident. It goes without saying, but this was bad news. “Do you know what I regret?” Cassie said, when we discovered the bad news. “Go on” I said. “Not using the toilet before we left” she replied “Oh well.” I knew this, of course, but her saying it loud felt like a moment. I doubt that she was this open with people usually. As we slowed down to a snail’s pace, I became increasingly concerned. Firstly, we definitely were not going to make it to the restaurant in time. I was concerned for Cassie, of course, but truthfully I was also worried she was going to pee all over the car seat. Another fifty minutes passed. By this point, I also really needed to pee. Cassie was now sitting with her feet on the chair and her knees pressed against her body. She had taken her shoes off, which surprised me as I had never seen her do that before. Through her tights, I could see how immaculate her feet were. She kept her toes natural, not painted, and yet they looked absolutely stunning. Another part of her that was beautiful without her even trying. The conversation stopped dead for some time, we were both suffering and both focussing really hard on not wetting ourselves. To take her mind off it for a little while, Cassie phoned ahead to the restaurant and told them we were running late. We were able to reschedule the training session for three o’clock that day. That killed less than ten minutes. It was time to address the subject again. “Are you alright?” I asked, knowing the answer. “No” she said, bluntly “I’m not kidding, I really have to go.” “What do you want me to do?” I asked. “What do you mean?” She replied. “I don’t know” I said, I honestly didn’t “Do you want me to see if I can stop somewhere?” She thought about it for a second. “I’m just going to have to hold it.” “For how long, though?” I asked “To be honest, I really have to go as well.” I thought this might make her feel a bit less embarrassed. “We can make it” she said, sounding less than confident. We eventually got back on track, after being diverted, and the traffic was moving again. We were still a long way from our destination, however. “I’ll find somewhere to stop, ok?” I said. Cassie didn’t say anything, she just nodded. I looked over at her and she had a look of sheer panic on her face as if she were about to start laughing or crying or both. It was then I noticed the wet patch that had appeared in front of her on the seat. I pretended not to notice that Cassie had wet herself at first, however it was hard to keep pretending when she was drawing so much attention to it. She was squirming like crazy, like a fish flopping on dry land, and her moans were hard to ignore. Another spurt escaped her, only this time we made eye contact when it happened. She put her hand to her mouth, and started laughing nervously. “I’m so sorry” she said “Oh my god. This never happens to me.” I smiled sweetly at her. I wasn’t happy about what she’d done, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. “Don’t worry” I said “It’s not your fault.” “Oh shit! Not today!” She cried, as she peed on the car seat even more “I can’t hold it, I’m sorry.” “What about one of the bottles?” I asked, looking at the bag on the back seat. “Anything will do” she said “It’s gonna happen no matter what.” She unbuckled her car seat as she reached over and grabbed one of the empty chemical bottles from the back. She was holding on to her crotch tightly. I was still desperately looking for a place to stop the car. She returned to her seat with a bottle that is supposed to be filled with our glass cleaner, Cassie was about to try and fill it with something else. She looked at it for a second, clearly trying to figure out how she was going to do this. She started pulling down her tights and her underwear, and was discreetly trying to lift up her skirt without me seeing anything. Without intending to, however, I briefly saw her bush. “Don’t look!” She said, catching my eye. “Sorry!” I replied. I had made her nervous. “Come on, come on…” she was saying to herself, she was holding the bottle in position but nothing was happening “you were literally peeing a minute ago, just pee!” Then a burst of pee fired out like a water pistol. I saw the whole thing. She could only manage a few seconds, but it was enough to make a mess. Very little made it into the bottle. Some of it was on her legs, some more was on the seat, most of it ended up on the dashboard. “Shit!” She cried, pushing out a little more. For a few seconds, she was successfully aiming the stream inside the bottle, I could hear it filling up. The sound was making me crazy. It wasn’t long, however, before she was peeing on the seat again. “I can’t do it” she said. She put the spray top back on the bottle and threw it on the back seat. She didn’t bother pulling her panties and tights back up, so the pee was going to go everywhere once she could no longer hold it back. She was writhing and moaning again like she was in real pain. “That just made it worse” she said. I think she had forgotten that I also had to pee, but it seemed unfair to bring it up. “Stop the car here” she said, as we were approaching a lay-by “I’m gonna piss myself!” I did as she asked and pulled over safely, she was already opening the door before we had even stopped. With her bottom half still exposed, she waddled over to the rail and squatted over it. She let go, and a tidal wave of pee came out in full force. She gasped loudly as it happened. She was not obscured, passing traffic would have seen her with no trouble, but she didn’t’ seem to care. I was no longer trying not to look, I watched the whole show. She didn’t seem to care about that either. She was still going when I stepped out of the car to join her. I stood about three feet from where she was peeing, unbuckled, whipped it out and started peeing over the rail. It would have felt amazing under any circumstances, but somehow this felt like a huge bonding moment. Like it was something we had overcome together. Once we had both relieved ourselves, and put our pants back on we could do nothing but laugh. Our streams had mingled together on the pavement beneath our feet. “Let’s not tell anyone about this” I suggested. “Oh, hell no” she agreed. We got back in the car and continued on our way. It feels great to relive this story all these years later. As I sit here writing this, Cassie is curled up asleep next to me on the sofa after having put our son to bed for the night.
    2 points
  16. I made a huge mistake. Alcohol before bed had been a big no-no since I was 16 and struggling with bedwetting. My mom said it was because I hit a growth spurt and went from 5'6" to 5'9" between 15 and 16 years old. A very painful year, let me tell you. My bladder just hadn't caught up yet, but I would grow into it, she said. And I did for the most part, but there were still a lingering weakness in my bladder even now. Sometimes I would leak a little when surprised or with sneezes and coughs even if there wasn't much in the tank, but a lot of women experience that. The big thing for me was alcohol. I had my first daytime wetting accident when I was 16 and drunk for the very first time. There was a big party being held at an old barn out in bumfuck nowhere. Most of our high school was there, some kids were playing music and the whole space was lite up by flood lights in the back of someone's truck. A few chairs had been set out around a fire and a beer pong table had been set up. I was standing around sipping my fourth or fifth drink of the night and watching a game of beer pong my friend was participating in when I felt something wet on the inside of my thigh. Somehow, I was leaking without even feeling it. I was wearing a dress so no one else could tell. I frantically looked around for somewhere to pee, but knew there wasn't going to be anything. Most of the guys were peeing behind the barn and some of the braver girls too, but I wasn't one of them and it was too late. Piss was already running down my legs into my sandals. It wasn't torrential, just a slow unstoppable trickle. If it was for the feeling of sticky wetness, I don't think I would have noticed. There was no feeling of it leaving my urethra or even pressure in my bladder telling me I had to pee. The alcohol completely numbed me to those feelings. Urine quietly soaked into the ground around my feet and no one was any wiser. It happened twice that night and the next morning I woke up with wet sheets. Ever since, I've avoided drinking and my friends have a reliable designated driver. Now at 27, I finally gave in to peer pressure. I had successfully defended my dissertation and been awarded my PhD in chemical engineering. My friends and roommates wanted to throw a little party for me. I told myself it had been over a decade since that party and I had a much better control over my body. There were no more wet mornings and little daytime leaks were rare. So I had a celebratory shot. And another because apparently we couldn't just do one. And then a beer for sipping and a second and third magically replaced the first when my friend, Suzy, noticed it getting low. After that, things got a little fuzzy. There was definitely more drinking, and at some point people left and my roommate, Ally, put me to bed. And now it was the next morning and my bladder felt like a boulder weighing me down. A slight dampness on my panties told me a leak had been what woke me up. Not a full wetting. It hadn't even gotten to my butt. God, did I feel full. My memory of getting to bed was hazy, but I must have skipped my regular bathroom visit before I fell asleep. I threw my blanket off to see what the damage was. The first thing I saw was my bloated abdomen. A bugle like a late second trimester pregnancy obscured the view of my crotch. Upon closer inspection I saw I was wearing a thin white cotton t-shirt and grey cotton granny panties. The panties had a half dollar sized wet spot. An intense cramp hit hard causing me to curl forward involuntarily. The motion compacted my bladder and a little spurt of urine hit my panties. A dribble ran down to my butt and likely dampening my sheet. I needed to solve this quick! But it felt like any move I could take to get out of bed would end in a soaking. I had a king sized bed pressed into the corner of my room and I was laying close to the wall. It would take at least 2 barrel rolls to get to the edge and stand up and that's not even counting the trek from my bed to the bathroom. There was absolutely no way I would make. At best I would far enough to soak the carpet in the hallway. I looked around. Desperate for some kind of receptacle for my pee. There was a trash can under my desk, but I hadn't put a new bag in it since I last emptied it and I was sure there was a crack on the bottom. Did I have a water bottle laying around somewhere? A quick scan told me no. Another wave hit me followed by a second long leak. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes from the intense pain of the whole ordeal. There was a definite wet spot under me at this point. My eyes landed on the body pillow that I press along the wall to keep me from hitting my head when I roll in my sleep. It might be able to absorb enough pee to alleviate the pain and allow me to make it to the bathroom. The worst cramp yet rolled over me, making my decision for me. A powerful spurt shot though my panties onto the sheet. I grabbed the pillow as the spurt started to turn into a genuine stream and shoved it between my legs. The dam broke. It was like a fire hose. I could feel through the pillow just how powerfully my piss was pouring out of me. Gravity then started to assert itself and I could feel some of the pee dripping down to my bed. I rolled up to a kneeling position, keeping the pillow between my legs, my stream still going strong. The part of the pillow I was kneeling over was nearly saturated. I had to cut off my stream soon or else my bed was going to get wet despite my efforts. I tried clenching, but nothing happened. Closing my legs did nothing what with the pillow trapped between my legs. I edged my way down the pillow so I was at least soaking a somewhat dryer spot and gave up trying to stop the flow, just relaxing into it. I could feel it soaking into the bedding around my knees and the pillow was hot and heavy, completely full with my pee. Soon, the stream started to die down and then came to a complete stop. I just sat there for a minute after I finished shocked and surprisingly aroused by what I had done. The feeling of the warm wet pillow between my legs sent a pleasant shiver down my spine and a new sort of wetness was accumulating between my thighs. I gave my hips a bit of a rock and grind motion. The move squeezed a bit of urine out onto my thighs and bed. I had to stop before I made an even bigger mess of my bed. Getting out of bed, trailing drops of pee with every move, I tracked down a towel to give myself a quick wipe down. My clothes went into my laundry basket and I found some sweats and a tshirt. Once a little cleaned up, I reexamined my mess. There was a small (maybe not so small) part of me that was absurdly proud of how much pee I had been holding. The pillow was soaked, end to end and there was a wet patch on my bed about two feet in diameter. This was going to be a bitch to clean up, but even so, I couldn't help smiling.
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  17. Case 1 - Day 1 - Hotel Homicide: The girls collectively decide to leave the crime scene without using any of the toilets. They don't want to push their luck with the irritable hotel owner. If he is to be ruled out as a suspect, his co-ooperation going foward could be vital. Daphne is starting to really need a wee now. But for Velma, who is now frantic, the owner's co-operation could be a reward gained by her wetting her panties. They thank Mr Stein for his help and leave the dingy hotel. Velma is moaning. If her bladder was a cup, it would be overflowing onto the table. It earns her a cold stare from Mr Stein. "Don't mind her" Daphne laughs and ushers her poor, suffering friend into the van. The girls are now done for the day in terms of investigating. They will visit the address given to them by Mr Stein in the morning but, for now, it is too late. Daphne, rather maliciously, decides the girls should call at Starbucks again on the way home. Even though neither girl has used the toilet since their last trip to Starbucks hours ago. Velma, in particular, is getting pracauriously close to wetting herself. Luckily, she was able to hold it throughout the investigation. Daphne doubts she will be able to hold it until they get back. Daphne, despite being fairly desperate for a wee now, agrees to drive. Velma's bladder is in agony and she would clearly be unable to concentrate on the road, which could be dangerous for the two investigators. "Jeez Daph, my bladder is rock hard. I'm sooo full" Velma moans to Daphne's pleasure. She gives her own bladder a quick squeeze - "I'm just going to call at Starbucks then i'll have you home". Velma lets out a pained 'ahhh', a wave of desperation hitting her edging her closer to losing hours worth of coffee on her seat. "Just hurry" she whispers not noticing Daphne's smirk as she doubled over trying desperately to hold on. Daphne swerves into the starbucks drive-thru and orders two large coffees. She hands one to Velma who places it straight into her cup holder. One more sip of coffee could burst the dam if it isn't already past breaking point. Daphne takes a few sips of her coffee, boosted by the caffeine, and carries on driving. 15 minutes away from Velma's apartment. Her own bladder is now aching for a wee but Velma's bladder must feel twice as bad! Velma has been silent since the girls left Starbucks. She is focusing on controlling her bladder, telling herself that she can hold it until she gets back to her apartment. She is begining to doubt she can. The tsunami of pee is pushing against her wee hole, threatening to burst out at any moment. Velma is a logical thinker but she is in deep trouble now. She can't hold it any longer. "Daph, i'm gonna piss myself" she admits to her friend, defeated. Knowing her partner's reluctance to admit how much she needs the toilet, Daphne knows it is an emergency. She instantly pulls over on the side of the road. She considers her partner's options in this dire situation. Velma now has two hands on her bladder - the last line of defence against her overwhelming need to pee. She lifts her friend's skirt up as Velma lets out an uncontrollable leak. The fabric on the front of Velma's orange panties instantly darkens. The poor girl barely stops the flow of pee, leaving a large, embarrassing wet spot on the front of her underwear. "I can't hold it anymore" Velma whimpers, still bursting and beaten by the need to urinate. Daphne runs her fingers along the fresh wetness on her friend's panties, enjoying Velma's inability to hold it in. "This is so embarrassing" Velma remarks, continuing to hold herself frantically. Daphne is so horny - her friend is literally pissing herself in the van next to her and her own bladder is filling rapidly. She would lve nothing more than to touch herself, to masterbate while watching Velma's hopeless situation. She knows Velma shares her fetish but she isn't confident enough to break the professional boundry between them. If she could do it without Velma noticing though... Back to Velma though, who has sprung another huge leak into her panties. Daphne doesn't know how the girl hasn't completely pissed herself but the glistening wet spot on her panties spread by about an inch. Daphne is getting hornier and hornier at the impending situation. Even so, she doesn't want her friend to wet herself in her seat. Velma, being a true professional, would be mortified if she damaged the van. Daphne has prepared for situations like this but she is not sure what to suggest...
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  18. Ripped all of the free piss content from her PH.
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  19. The basis is the same but many scenarios, a female bursting to pee who can’t hide how much she needs to pee, she’s in a nice skirt/dress and is a sales person in your house, she’s not allowed to use your toilet H&S or some rule so she’s arrived late but already bursting, squirming and scissoring her legs sat on a kitchen bar stool, she’s apologising and has to stand up to hold herself and pee dance while writing or typing on the lap top with one hand trying to quickly do her work to get away, she may piss herself as she leaves or she may piss herself in her car,
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  20. I had a lot of fun doing this one. I almost got caught too because I heard someone down the other end on my floor as I was cleaning up! Anyway, here's a fictional background story: It was a hot, summery Saturday night. Cycling Unit #3 (CU3) was the only one assigned as most people went away for the holiday weekend. Even before his shift, CU3 was hydrating the entire day. Cycling around also required more fluid intake, something he knew too well. The urge to go always seem to hit at the most inconvenient time, often in full force. There were many times when CU3 was about to burst before making to a restroom in time. Once or twice the flow turned on before he could even lower his shorts, soaking it a little bit in the process. Although he would find opportunities to find a restroom and relieve himself, sometimes responding to a call made that impossible. Unfortunately tonight, CU3 found himself again in this situation. This time, he was told to check out an alarm sensor that went off at the property perimeter. Once the adrenaline rush died down, CU3 realized--his bladder was done being nice to him and has now been aching for relief. CU3 thought about finding a place to relieve his swollen bladder nearby, but he didn't want to risk getting caught with the cameras. He decided to pedal back as fast as he could. The fluid intake that goes along with the dry summer heat, long pedaling, and trying to staying awake all worked against him. CU3 was starting to shake and yelp as he pedaled back. Several times he stopped pedaling and brought his knees in to help his fatiguing bladder muscle from giving in. After about an eternity, he returned to his building. He parked his bike and raced upstairs to the restroom. In his haste, he totally missed the sign that said restroom on his floor was undergoing maintenance. But it was too late--the psychological effect of being in an actual restroom weakened CU3's bladder ability to hold out any longer... proj01.mp4
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  21. This is a clip of Bernadette - does anyone recognize her or know anything about her - or have more clips? I think these came from the old Netporn.nl site, but originally must be from an old VHS tape. Any clues? Bernadette_-_Bonus_02.wmv
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  22. So far i've only drawn 4 omo things, but i do have another one that's been a work in progress for like.... months (whoops) These are in order of oldest to newest! it goes belphie - levi - belphie - belphie lmao (also im sorry about the formatting... im terrible at formatting)
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  23. Rina and Sally

    I slide into bed next to Rina, all minty-teeth and freshly emptied bladder. She drops her phone down the side of the bed with a soft thump as it inevitably hits clothes. "Hey you", she smiles at me as I shuffle close enough that we are touching shoulders, my foot against her ankle. "You've got cold feet", but she doesn't pull away. I feel a little awkward yet. Not because it's Rina, so much anymore, anyway. I'm getting used to seeing her like this. It's the best relationship I've had and I feel silly for not noticing earlier that it could be. But I also feel silly about what I'm going to say. Like I'm going to embarrass myself in front of her by misunderstanding and making myself look dumb. She can tell. Hesitant fingers lace their way into mine. I still feel the frisson-sparks in my belly. "Everything OK?" "Yeah totally!" I bite the bullet by the horns. "I've been thinking about what we spoke about? About the sort of thing you like?" I emphasise the last word so she doesn't misunderstand. Like like. Like we are thirteen. I don't want to have to explain because she thought I meant movies or whatever. I can feel her fingers tense a little even though she's trying not to let them. I keep talking, quicker than I want to, "I think I could try it? If you still want me too?" Her fingers soften again. Thank god I got that out. "You absolutely don't have to! You know that right? It's just a thing I like. Not something I expect from you." She emphasises "like" as well. We wear the same armour. "Oh I know!" And I do. I want to try the things she likes because I like her, not because I'm worried I won't be good enough if I don't. It's a weird feeling. "I'll let you know when I'm ready?" She tightens her fingers around mine and I feel her blood-desire in the steady throb of her thumb. I have one more thing I'm nervous to say. So I say it while I'm feeling as comfortable as I will, "Do you want me to tell you a story?" "A story?" She gives me her confused but interested look. I hadn't finished the sentence. I want to take it back, but now I can't. The only way out is forward. "A story about a time that I..." Oh god don't pause. You absolutely have to keep talking. Though I can feel shame-blood in my face, my chest. "Wet my pants." I finish too quickly to make up for the pause. Smooth. I keep talking now, even though I want to wait for her to answer. I can't bare a moment of silence. "I totally don't have to. I don't know if you want to hear about that or if it's weird or whatever and you only want to see me and it's ok if I'm just silly and don't know what I'm saying at the moment..." She pulls her back off the bed sudden-quickly and puts her mouth to mine to quieten me. "I'd love that. If you are comfortable with talking about it with me." She emphasises "love". Rina does that. I feel myself calming down. "Absolutely sure?" I still check. "I really want to hear. If you want to tell me? There is blood-hunger in the word 'really'. I believe her this time. I roll over onto my side and face her. Put my hand against her ribs beneath her breasts. I can count them easily, though she doesn't like that. Her eyes shut as I gently slide my hand over her flank, her belly. I'm touching her hair, invisible-fine and sensitive more than her flesh. My voice wavers for the first few words only, "This was a few years ago now. I was about 22. The year after uni. And I was meeting a guy for a bubble tea date. He knew I liked bubble tea and nothing else about me." I don't love talking about boys to Rina anymore. But I feel like a story needs set-up. I sit up a little so I have no hands trapped under me and touch the tops of her thighs, her hips, her breasts, brushing her nipples without lingering. Though I notice her slight-sharp intake of breath. "It was a nothing date. Nothing in common. I drank my tea and stayed an appropriately long enough amount of time. But... there was a problem. It was a little hole-in-the-wall kind of place. No bathroom. And I was not about to ask him if I could use the bathroom at his place around the corner. Because I didn't want him feeling that things had gone better than they had. Besides, I was 22 now. I could hold it till I drive home." I have a question pop into my head, even though I know I should probably just keep telling her the story. "Did you ever wet yourself when you were a kid?" She opens her eyes and looks up at me. "Yeah. Of course?" "No. But like... when you were too old to really be doing that still?" "How old is that?" I like that we can have a conversation about what I'm thinking whenever, absolutely whenever, and Rina is never annoyed at me. "School aged I guess?" "Oh? Yeah totally. You?" Even though I'm literally halfway through a story about wetting myself as an adult I still blush. Memories of plastic bags of wet uniforms and mild teasing come uncomfortably to mind. I'm maybe more embarrassed that I'm blushing though. I try so hard not to talk too quickly. "Uh huh. But I guess I'm asking because do you think maybe that's why you are interested in that sort of thing?" "Maybe!" She agrees. "I don't really know. I'm kinda much more interested in the idea of you wetting than I would be if it were me though. Does that make sense?" I'm not sure it does. Yet. It's OK. I give her a quick kiss in semi-apology. "So I started to drive home. It was like a 30-40 minute drive. So obviously dating him would never have worked anyway." That's not a good joke. Come on Sal. Be sexier. Though really? How do you tell a sexy story about wetting yourself? This is all very unknown-land for me. "I hadn't really needed to go back at the tea place. It was more just a tactical you-shouldn't-drink-a-litre-of-tea-then-go-for-a-half-hour-drive-without-emptying-your-bladder thing. Which is a true thing by the way. You shouldn't do that." I concern-line my forehead "Though you might want me to do that from now on?" I hadn't intended that to be something she need to answer, yet she did. "I don't ever want you doing anything you don't want to do. You know that, yeah?" She puts her hand around my wrist, resting lightly on her sternum. I promise. Her eyes are so full of sincerity I want to cry joy-tears. I kiss her instead. Not a peck like I'd intended. She wraps her hands around the back of my head and kisses me deeply. "Are you enjoying this?" I ask when she needs to breathe. "I am enjoying this so much." Her voice is throaty, the way it goes when she is very much enjoying herself. It makes me feel sexy that I can do that to her. I feel confident. "You know I'm cheap." It's true. I've not bought a hair band... ever. They are just lying around places! "So I didn't want to exit the toll-way, pee at a petrol station or fast food place, then have to pay again to get back on. Instead I just kept driving and needing to pee more and more with every minute. I really wish I could honestly say I got caught in an unexpected traffic jam. But I really didn't. I'm just cheap and completely misjudged the situation." Rina's eyes are shut again. Her breathing is deep. I move my left hand down to her inner thighs, and she parts her legs to let my run my fingers along them. I don't know what to emphasise about this story? What exactly does she find sexy? "I had to go so badly by the time I reached my exit babe. I was shifting all around in my seat. I didn't think I was going to make it the five minutes back to my place so I pulled into a KFC just near the off-ramp?" I have another thought and I can't stop myself asking a question. I'm so frustrating. "Do you bounce around when you are desperate? Or stay really still? I know some people like to be as still as possible" She doesn't open her eyes this time "I pace or writhe. If I stay still when I'm desperate I wet myself." That's a question answered. Her eyes are still shut so she doesn't see me blush. She is probably imagining what I looked like. "I was wearing a light blue dress with white flowers on it, by the way. You know the one? Sandals. And my hair was a few inches shorter. Anyway... When I pulled into the carpark I realised 'I might not make it to the bathroom. Like. I might literally wet myself on the way. I can't do this. I have to make it home.'" "Oh my god Babe." She murmurs it just loud enough for me to hear. I let my hand finally touch between her legs. Stroking her outer lips. She's so wet. I'm flattered that I've done this to her. I want her. "So I pulled back out into the street and drove home as quickly as I could. But you know how it is when you are in a hurry... Other traffic to give way to... people stopping in front of you to turn into driveways... cars break-checking you because you are tail-gating..." I drop my voice low and learn toward her ear as I'm talking. Her lips part and each breath is a shudder. I trace slow slippery circles with my fingers. I'm in no hurry now. "I wanted to pull over and pee on the side of the road... But it was, like, five in the afternoon... Not enough cover... I really didn't want to pee on my seat..." She's pressing back against my hand. I softly bite her ear-lobe. Make her wait. I'm still a bit embarrassed. Like, obviously Rina is very much enjoying my story. I have absolutely no cause for embarrassment. But... wetting your pants is wetting your pants. Embarrassing is embarrassing. "I had this idea that I wouldn't worry about making it to the actual bathroom... Not near enough to the front door... Fussing with keys... It'd be too far... I'd just get inside the low wall that separated the front yard from the foot-path and wee behind that. But... Just as I turned into my street... I gushed..." I bury my face in her neck. She's not looking at me, her eyes are surely shut. But I so irrationally want to hide at that admission. I cover embarrassing myself again by kissing her neck wetly. She squirms beneath my ever quicker touch. "I stopped... Somehow... I was soaked between my legs though... It wasn't a trickle... I actually didn't think you could stop... And somehow parked out the front of my house without crashing into anything... But when I got out of the car to dash behind the wall... As soon as I stood up... I gushed again... And couldn't stop..." Rina moans, low and animalistic. I see nothing, my eyes are shut too. Pushed against her neck. I'm with her. And she's with me, as I finish. "I wet myself... completely... in broad daylight... on the side of the road... wee pouring down my legs... hot and everywhere at once... Splashing my feet..." Suddenly Rina clamps her legs together and twists away from me, my hand still against her. Her breath spasms until she can choke out a gasp. I press my body against her back until she returns to herself. "Did I do good Babe?" I ask without a question. She rolls so we are facing each other and answers in volleys of kisses. Her eyes are wet. Mine are as well. "I love you beyond my ability to put into words. Beyond my ability to comprehend." She whispers into my ear as well when she is embarrassed. "I love you more" I respond into hers. We hold each other for a very long time. I've never felt closer to anyone.
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  24. 1,577 downloads

    An attractive (and slightly pregnant) woman soaks her jeans, and pulls them down to show us wet panties (and pees a bit more through those!). She's topless throughout the video, fyi.
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  25. View File Fucking while desperate She gives him a little squirt before fucking him over and over Submitter john ddoeodoe Submitted 06/22/2021 Category Female  
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  26. Anybody have any good videos of women in desperation doing frantic pee dancing up to the inevitable wetting? Like the kind of dancing where they can’t hide it anymore. Looking for clips that strictly have pee dancing, squirming, moans, leg crossing etc.. if there is a wetting at the end then even better \m/
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  27. Biku's art

    Thank you for sharing,I’ve been trying to figure out what kind of tea these girls drink. I’m definitely gonna try it out.
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    I attempt to read a meditation practice from my hypnobirthing book, while having to pee extremely bad. I'm 20 weeks pregnant at this point, and the pressure on my bladder is becoming unbearable when I hold it now. I try to hide my desperation from you while I read, but almost immediately, certain phrases just cause me to spurt. Soon, the spurts turn to more of a flow, which start to really soak my jeans. The flow begins to cascade, causing my jeans to really start to glisten and shine. I love the way jeans look as they slowly soak up more and more pee. At the end, I show you my wet panties and even some more pee that trickles out. Hope you enjoy! xo
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  29. Glad you enjoyed. Since I was underage, I was reluctant to give too much detail. Two hour bus ride, had to go after about 20 min in. She all went sideways about 40 min after that. Nothing was stopping it. Everyone knew, which made it very bad. It would get brought up for many years and very much is part of the imprinting. It was the first accident I had in about 3 years. In hindsight, I always had issues but this period of my life was when it really became an issue.
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  30. I have hidden the page about my experiences for now, and I apologize for that. Someone I know IRL found out about it, and I'm seriously just nowhere near ready for people in my real life to read all those details. I hopefully will be able to bring it back one day, but just not now.
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  31. Once again, sorry for taking so long. Thanks for all the replies and interactions! Part 5: Another 30 minutes passed and by then, I had gotten bored of my video game. I put “The Office” on for background noise and sat on the couch next to Sarah. No more than 5 minutes later, I noticed Sarah shifting uncomfortably once again. “Do you seriously need to go again?” I asked, breaking the silence. With that Sarah was swiftly brought back to reality after being on her phone for a good while. “Oh. Yeah. Kinda,” she replied. Once again, Sarah stood up and pulled her sweatpants down. This time she was in between me and the TV so I didn’t know where to look. I tried to go on my phone but I couldn’t look away from her ass as she was peeing herself in a diaper. This whole situation was still so surreal to me. After she had finished peeing, the diaper was sagging so much I could see the top of her butt crack! “Would it be ok if you changed me now, Darren?” Sarah asked sheepishly. “Yeah, sure,” I stammered in response. We both knew the drill and headed upstairs to Mom’s room to change Sarah into a new diaper. We remained silent the whole time. I started recording on my phone and placed it so that it would record the changing. As I did that, Sarah laid a towel on the bed and laid on top of that herself with her face red from embarrassment. I changed her as fast as I could. I ripped the tapes around her waist and pulled the saturated diaper from underneath her. I rolled it into a ball and put it in the bathroom bin. I then used a baby wipe to quickly clean Sarah’s legs and privates followed by sprinkling them with baby powder. I placed the new diaper under her raised legs, taped it up and that was that. I stopped the recording. “Thanks” Sarah said dejectedly. I had no response to that other than just shaking my head in shock. My troubles didn’t end there though. What Sarah said next gave me chills. “Erm Darren, I kinda feel like I need to poop.” “How bad is it?” I asked shocked. “Not too bad but I can feel the need to go. I’m going to go to bed now and hopefully fall asleep before the need gets worse.” That sounded like a good idea and I was tired too so we both decided to call it a night and headed to bed. As Sarah laid in bed, she couldn’t forget the fact she was wearing a diaper. She could never admit it to anyone but it did make her feel comfy and secure. She thought about the days events and how it led to this. Her thoughts kept coming back to her need to poop though. She couldn’t get to sleep and the feeling was quickly getting worse. She couldn’t clench her butt cheeks together to try block the need because of the diaper. She knew she’d have to poop tonight and in a diaper. Tears welled in her eyes as she realised how hopeless her situation was. She lay flat on her back as she felt a log of poop pushing at her butt hole eager to get out. Sarah relented and just let it come out. Two logs came out and nestled in between her butt cheeks while being kept in place by the diaper. She still felt the need to go and pushed the last of her mess out of her. Purposely pooping herself in a diaper was by far the most humiliating thing Sarah had ever done. Still lying flat on her back, she weighed up her options. She could either get me to change her now or she could try sleep in the messy diaper and change out of it tomorrow, hoping Mom wouldn’t notice. She didn’t really have a choice. Even if she could sleep in a messy diaper, Mom would definitely notice it and she could be punished even more for not having it changed tonight. She had to wake me up and tell me she pooped herself. Sarah sat up, which was a big mistake as she ended up sitting on her poop and smearing it in between her butt cheeks. She quickly got up and headed to my room. Just as I was dozing off, I heard a knock on my door. Sarah came in ready to tell me what she did but the smell did first. I instantly knew what had happened and told Sarah to go to Mom’s room so I could change her as quickly as possible. The set up was the same as last time. I set the phone up to record, Sarah laid the towel on the bed and got ready to be changed. I opened the diaper and was disgusted by the sight I had in front of me. I asked Sarah to lift her legs up so I could wipe her ass. She shuddered as the baby wipe touched her vagina. I quickly wiped her clean but there was still a bit of mess on the top of her butt cheeks I couldn’t reach so I had to ask her to stand up so I could wipe the rest of her ass from behind. Once Sarah was finally clean, I put her in a new diaper and powdered her. After that, I stopped the recording. “Darren, I’m so sorry for all you’ve had to do tonight,” Sarah said embarrassed and upset. “It’s fine. Let’s just go to bed and forget today ever happened.” As we were about to head to bed, we heard footsteps outside. Mom was back. We heard the keys open the door and Mom come in. She slammed the door shut and we heard her run up the stairs. As she came into sight we saw the pee spurting down her legs, leaving a trail behind her as she ran past us and towards her bathroom. Sarah and I both stared in shock. “What’s that Mom said earlier?” Sarah grinned, her mood massively improved “Any grown up that has an accident like me should be put in diapers?” —————————————————————— The end or is it? Would you like me to continue this story? Thanks everyone for all the feedback throughout writing this. I really learnt a lot.
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  32. Thank you to anyone who took the time to read and react! I haven’t written many stories here but I hope to write more soon!
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  33. 726 downloads

    Girl attempts the (almost) upside down pee, wearing jeans and a red tank top. Gets her pants and shirt pretty wet in the process.
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  34. UK TV presenter Holly Willoughby has done it more than once I think… see this for example. I bet her knickers were at least a little damp! https://www.digitalspy.com/tv/reality-tv/a830222/this-morning-holly-willoughby-crouch-wet-pants/
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  35. You should probably clarify that in-story next time you post here
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  36. View File Queenofthenight69 Collection Ripped all of the pissing videos from Queenofthenight69's PornHub page. Lots of nudity, be warned! Submitter Kei Submitted 06/21/2021 Category Female  
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  37. That is so damned hot!!! Couples wetting and playing together are absolutely the best. It doesn't get better thant that! You two are so lucky to have each other and enjoy wetting, and other things together. Hot, Hot, Hot!!!
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  38. Here you go @BurstingBunnie; Hope you like it~
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  39. You can use nylon fishing line - practically invisible - and feed it through the hole in your zipper slide and then secure it to the waistband button of your jeans. This prevents unzipping and makes unbuttoning difficult, and unlike a chain, no one will see it. You'll need a pair of scissors or a knife in order to pee.
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  40. Feeling neglected by Lola, Olivia decides to make herself impossible to ignore by performing oral sex on her friend. Everything starts out swimmingly, but as Lola approaches climax Olivia encounters an unexpected obstacle- She needs to pee. Olivia doesn’t want to abandon Lola in her state of ecstasy, but the pressure from within her bladder is too much to ignore. Olivia tries to excuse herself, but Lola won’t let her go, demanding that she finish first. Unable to hold on a moment longer, Olivia ends up wetting herself as she satisfies Lola.
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  41. Here's a few. Sport shorts.mp4 Puddles Princess - peeing myself in my d.va shorts.mp4 Girl wets spandex shorts.mp4 Wetting Vids — happypantypisser Wow, just wow (1).mp4
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  42. I love her outfit. I'd always be up for more wetting pics of her. But only if you're up for it.
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  43. I mentioned something about this story somewhere, so I'm going to actually tell it. When I was 20 I had a friend that knew about my kink, we had sex sometimes, and she'd also make me get desperate and wet myself on occasion. One day she was at my house, we'd been hanging out for hours watching tv. She was wearing shorts and a hoodie, I was wearing leggings and a sweater. I'd been drinking water the whole time, so eventually I started really needing to pee. I decided to hold it and see if she would notice. I tried not to be too obvious about it, but I was still squirming every few minutes and moving around a lot, I think it was very noticeable. After maybe half an hour I was struggling to keep it together, my bladder was so full, I knew I'd have to grab my crotch soon to keep from wetting myself. My friend hadn't said anything yet about my growing desperation, but I think she probably knew. Right then she got up from the couch to check on something in the other room. As soon as she was out of sight I shoved both hands between my legs, jumping up to do a quick pee dance. I was totally bursting and I knew I couldn't hold it much longer, but I wanted to try to get it under control while I had a chance. While I was holding myself and bouncing, she suddenly came back into the room. I quickly pulled my hands away, but she'd already seen me. I blushed and looked away, and she just laughed and told me to walk over to her. I shyly did what I was told, and when I got to her she turned me around and hugged me from behind, slipping her hand down my leggings and pressing on my bladder. I instantly slammed my legs together and whimpered at the pressure. She just laughed again and called me cute, then slid her hand down to my pussy. I wasn't wearing panties and I gasped when she touched me, I had to pee so bad but it felt amazing. She kept holding my pussy and walked me over to the couch. When we reached it she gently pushed me onto it so I was on my back, then straddled me. I squirmed from desperation and anticipation, my heart racing. She started to press on my bladder again, kneading and prodding it, and I couldn't help moaning in response. My pussy was throbbing as I struggled to hold my pee in. It felt so good but I could barely hang on. She kept teasing me and I just squirmed more frantically, nearly in tears, I was really about to lose it. Suddenly I felt a spurt of pee leak out, and I begged her to stop, nearly bucking her off me with my panicked squirming. She smirked and got up, touching the wet spot on my leggings, then told me to get on the floor. I hurriedly obeyed as she watched, taking off her shorts and panties and kneeling next to me. She grabbed the waistband of my leggings and pulled them off me. With my pussy exposed to the air my desperation surged, but I was also intensely turned on, and I managed to keep holding it as she started to rub me. She said something about how wet I was before straddling me again, this time pressing her bare pussy up against mine. We were both breathing hard and I could feel how hot and wet she was too. She started to grind against me, and put her hands back on my bladder. I kept whimpering and squirming and moaning as she rubbed against me, I was so turned on it was getting hard to focus on holding it. She was picking up speed, and the motion was jostling my bladder while she pressed on it. The urge to let go was getting unbearable. I had to pee soooo bad. I tried with all my strength to hold on, but it was too much. One of her thrusts made another spurt of pee come out, and I couldn't take it anymore. Blushing and moaning, I started forcefully peeing on her pussy, a jet splashing out with every thrust. I was lost in how good it felt, I couldn't stop it, I was just going right there on the floor. She smiled and moaned as she kept rubbing against me, my pee soaking her pussy. She kept at it until I was empty, then slowed down and got up off me. Her legs were dripping wet, and as I sat up I saw there was a big puddle on the wood floor under me. We showered afterward, it was such a hot experience💗
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  44. It's pretty cold out today, but I really wanted to get out and go for a walk. I decided to wear some tight black nylons with a pair of denim jeans cut really really short 😊 I had just finished my water bottle, but didn't really need to go yet. I walked for about 30 minute before I felt the need to pee. Another 10 went my and my bladder was starting to hurt. I can't hold much water at a time! I was pretty far from home and starting to get really aroused holding back my pee. I wasn't near desperation by any means, but but was getting tired of having to keep my muscles so tight on what was supposed to be a relaxing walk! My mind started to wander, and eventually I started noticing all the different secluded areas near by. I decided it was too risky and kept walking. I was headed home anyway. Another 20 minutes passed and I was nearing my block, but struggling to keep it together. I saw my neighbors out and talking to each other on the stairs. I really did not feel like talking, especially now that I had to go pretty bad. I snuck over to the side of the building, away from view, and waited for a few minutes. My neighbors kept talking, so I finally gave in and peed myself outside the apartment. I stayed there until I couldn't hear anyone outside, and then snuck back inside! 20210430_155913_1.mp4
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  45. No experience, but it seems from my googling like Crossfit causes wet shorts from time to time.
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  47. I have the same problem. Coffee feels like liquid lead in my stomach. I have tried many of the selections at Starbucks (a co-worker would let me sip hers to try to find one I liked). My daughter has the same "feeling" from coffee as I do. Her best friend has had her try it multiple times to "indoctrinate" her into the "adult world of coffee". (My daughter humours her best friend at times and tries the cup. But coffee just doesn't work for some people, no matter if it is iced or hot or how much sugar, milk, chocolate, or flavour is added.) Back to tea... I did like tea, five times. Twice in England and thrice in Scotland. The tea was just ... well no tea has ever tasted like that, either before or since. Until recently. I had given my daughter a subscription to Bokksu (a collection of curated Japanese snacks that are themed based upon the seasons). In the first box was a packet of Uji Matcha Au Lait (It is a Green Milk Tea powder - as best as I can explain it.) OH my gods and goddesses! It is not just good, but WOW. Here is the first good part (YMMV). It makes us need to pee more often. My daughter has an iron bladder. She has to now consciously take the time to schedule bathroom breaks. I have a strong bladder and I have been caught out. I am not a tea drinker (until now). I play desperation driving games to see how close I can make it to the bathroom without wetting myself. Drinking tea makes it a lot more difficult. I don't know why this is so. But YMMV. Onto the second part ... even though we only got one tiny sample of the tea in the welcome bokksu (box), and we ordered more (expensive - nice treat). The second good part (YMMV). I wanted to see if there was a tea that came close and was cheaper than ordering Bokksu. Don't worry, I still am subscribed to it for my daughter, but the way she loves tea, I am not rich. I tried lots and lots of green teas. There were 2 that were close. Both were at Trader Joes. One was in packets, like the Japanese Tea (Uji Matcha Au Lait) above ($6.99 us for 5 or 6 single serving packets). Two was in a can. It is called Trader Joe's Macha Green Tea Latte Mix. The 8oz (us) can is $3.99. I make a single serving (3/4 cup) for her with 2TBSP + 1tsp of mix into water that has been boiled and cooled to under 179 F. I wisk (or stir) in the tea powder and add 3 tsp milk. (Soy and Almond work also). She has never been a coffee drinker. She rarely drinks soda (root beer on occasion). She drinks Simply Orange, Milk, and lots of water. But the tea makes her pee .... just FYI. And no, I get no thrill from her business. I just wanted to share with you all that in the last year what has triggered a huge "OHSHITDADPLEASEMOVEOUTOFTHEFUCKINGWAYIHAVETOPEERIGHTNOW!!!!!!!" from my daughter after she drinks tea. And this has happened rarely in all of her life. She has always made it in time. And she has never before, during, and after her medical issues lost bladder or bowel control. Until tea. I hope this helps.
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  48. This are absolutely two of my favorite situations and fantasies too. A kiosk girl or a waitress desperate to wee, but no pee break for her for some more hours, is a total arousing imagine for me. I did write some stories and experiences, here on omorashi about it. ”No wee for a kiosk girl “ “Kiosk girl can’t go all day long “ “Nowhere to go for a street vendor girl “ and some more. Your second scenario is for me arousing too. The imagination about a long bus journey where boys and men can pee on the road beside the bus, but girls and women have to hold it, is total hot for me. Your scenario you wrote, with only one girl girl on the bus, is totally hot for me.
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  49. Eroprofile has some, but there are plenty more floating around: http://www.eroprofile.com/m/videos/album/Hairy-French-Lady-pees-everywhere
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