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  1. accidentally wet my pants a little earlier 😳 i was with my friend & had to go sooo bad, & i didn't wanna squirm around or hold myself in front of her, so i tried to look casual & walk to the bathroom... but i started peeing as soon as i got there, before i could get my panties & pants down... i was wearing black so my friend didn't notice but i had a good size wet spot between my legs
    12 points
  2. Long time reader, first time writing up one of my own stories...so please feel free to give suggestions. A few months ago, back when it was winter and really cold where I live in a big city, I went out to after work drinks with some of my coworkers. I was really hesitant about going since I don't know them well, but I figured it was a good opportunity to make some friends. We went to a bar out by the water and had about four drinks, talking and laughing. It was so nice and we were all very tipsy, bordering on truly drunk. I'm small fwiw, maybe like 110 pounds, so all the alcohol had a really intense effect on me. After the third drink, I started to feel an urge to pee but I didn't want to leave when I was having such a good bonding experience with my coworkers so I ignored it- which was really hard since we were standing up and didn't have anyplace to sit. After the fourth drink, I could tell that if I kept ignoring the pressure I would be in serious trouble so I asked the bartender where the bathroom was. Apparently the bar didn't have its own bathrooms so you needed to walk to a public bathroom nearby. However, the pressure on my bladder was intense enough that I (tiny girl) decided to walk a block in the dark alone in the freezing cold to go to the public bathroom. When I got there, the relief was amazing I felt like I could orgasm right on the spot. But, public bathrooms are gross so I decided not to try and just to go back to my group. We stayed probably another thirty minutes just chatting and I started to feel the need to pee growing again, but I knew we were leaving soon and I didn't want to walk back to that dirty bathroom alone again or seem weird to my coworkers that I needed to pee so often. Finally, we started heading out and it was about a 20 minute walk back to my apartment from the bar. As we were walking the pressure on my bladder kept growing to the point that it was painful to work by the time I split up with them. Once I was alone, I decided I would walk down a less popular block and try to release a little bit on the sidewalk, since I was wearing a skirt and it would be not super noticeable. However, by the time I got over to the less crowded block I kept feeling leaks escape into my panties. I was so flustered and it hurt so much and I didn't want anyone to see me. Finally I was in an area where there weren't any other people and I just leaned up against a wall and stopped holding. A small puddle started forming at my feet and the pain in my bladder started to feel better. I knew I didn't have much time before someone walked down the block, so I stopped myself after about 30 seconds and kept walking. As I was walking, the leaks kept coming and I could feel pee running down my legs as I waited in the elevator to get up to my apartment. Once I got into my apartment I just totally released and formed a puddle in my bathroom. It would've been way too hard to get my tights off when I was already wetting. I cleaned up the puddle and threw my tights and panties in the laundry bin, took a quick shower, and then brought myself to orgasm quite a few times before falling asleep. I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed the experience!
    6 points
  3. Okay so I kind of exploded Everywhere I was sitting here and talking to people over discord just with my arms between my legs and trying to keep myself distracted but I'm a bit tipsy and it only worked for so long I leaked, heavily, mid conversation. Soaking straight through my leggings and into my shorts. Wanting to preserve my chair, I decided to try and make it to the bathroom. I knew I wouldn't. But this kink in general is one of those things where the closer to success at the time of failure, you know. There's an aesthetic there. I didn't even MAKE it close and exploded within 3 seconds of standing up I spent a lot of this hold sitting, you understand. I'm also recovering from a health issue. Yes I'm making excuses. The gravitational drop. You know the one. I managed to clench it back for 3 seconds before the cracks started forming. I tried, pressure with both hands, dancing, moaning, contorting, none of it stopped that crack from turning into an explosive opening and me pissing so hard that the pee coming from between my fingers RE-combined to form its own heavy stream. But oh my god I was not expecting a pressure that hard, I literally could not take it and no amount of squeaky squeaks and jumps could save it. The shorts are SIGNIFICANTLY darker in the front and back now and the leggings are positively glistening. I had the foreknowledge to place multiple towels though, lucky me!! Bet you would have loved to hear it, you know if you've read any of my writings before that I have like, a habit of begging at myself and being very "to the bitter end" about things. I'm soaked as is everything around me. Looking down at my lil exposed belly, its now like 3x smaller. My bladder can put in some fucking work for what the rest of me is the size of in comparison, like damn. I think my best recorded capacity was like 1.3 or something. I hope you all enjoyed it. I was hoping for slightly more engagement but I was LITERALLY the test run, can't expect peeps to show up when you debut an experimental forum on the spot. Still, hopefully this alleviates some issues right! If you have any questions, please feel free to ask ♥♥
    6 points
  4. PART 4 There was a day a little while later that proved to be one of my favorites of the entire year. Things were going amazingly between Abby and I. We continued down our path of discovery during our brand new relationship, learning more new things about one another. We truly were a couple now. We'd been together for over a week now, and we weren't hiding it. We'd been holding hands in the hallways, meeting up after class and after school, texting constantly. What was funniest though was, all of our friends being so happy about us! Apparently Abby's friends knew she was crushing on me and had hoped we would be dating soon. And my friends, well, were just happy I was dating someone. But that's neither here nor there, its just all to say that things really were going great for the both of us. It was the last period of the day, and fortunately it was actually a class that we shared. Unfortunately for us, it was one that had assigned seats, so we sat quite literally as far away from one another as possible. The desks were arranged in a sort of semi circle around the center of the room, and we were on opposite ends. So while we weren't sitting next to each other, at least we got to look one another in the eyes. We made the time pass by making faces at one another. And if we could get away with it, we would just text each other during class as well. As luck would have it, today was a Friday movie day so our teacher wasn't paying any attention, allowing us to text each other the whole time. Me: I just want this day to end so we can go do something Abby: god yes, this is so boring Me: Do you want to do something tonight? Did you have any plans? Abby: I was hoping you would ask! She smiled at me from across the room. Abby: No I have no plans, but I do want to do something with you. Any ideas? Me: Oh good! But no, I'm up for anything though. Movie? Game Night? Just drive Around? Abby: Just driving around sounds fun, maybe we could go find something to do somewhere. Me: Great idea! I bet we can find something. Abby: Yeah! As long as I'm with you, I'm happy 🙂 My heart skipped a beat at that one. It never gets old, hearing a sweet nothing from your loved one, weather its the first time or the thousandth time. Me: Being with you is the only thing I wanted to do this weekend anyway 😉 Now I could see her smile back at me from across the room and blush a little. She looked especially cute today too. It was Friday, which was generally regarded as a casual day for us. Seeing as how Abby was incredibly fit and worked hard on her body, she often would wear leggings to school to show off her figure. All kinds of leggings too; athletic, joggers, capris, soft and comfy, anything really. But today was a soft and comfy kind of day. She had on dark grey soft cotton leggings, and a plain t shirt. I'm not sure if she knew it yet, but I genuinely couldn't stop staring at her all day. Me: also, if I haven't told you already today, you look stunning. I could see Abby make a puppy dog face at me from across the room. Abby: Aw you're too sweet! I didn't really try though, this is just an average outfit for me. Me: That's what makes you so beautiful! Abby: Stop it I'm blushing like crazy! She was, I could see her instinctively covering her face while reading that message. Abby: Thank you for being so nice, I'm glad you think I look good today! Me: Oh you look amazing every day don't worry! I kept pouring on the sweetness. It was all true too. Its not like I was trying to get in her pants or anything. Although that is ideally where I'd like to end up... I'm not rushing this. Abby quite possibly is my dream girl, I don't want to fuck it up by going too fast. The good thing was, I could feel she was head over heels for me too, so shooting compliment after compliment at her wasn't going to do me any damage. Abby: Stoppppp you're too amazing. And you quite the looker yourself! I was dressed like I always dressed. A pair of shirts, a t shirt, and a nice pair of shoes. I know its different for guys, but hey, she's into me, right? Me: Oh hush, you know I look like this every day! Abby: No I mean, you're hot Alex. Why do you think I can't stop looking at you? I looked up from my phone, and she indeed was staring at me. I took a moment and visibly put my phone down, put my chin on my hand and just stared back at her. We made googly eyes and soft smiles at each other in that dark classroom for what felt like a year. Having my heart constantly fluttering was an ecstatic feeling, and I never wanted it to end. But after a quick glance at our teacher to make sure he wasn't noticing us, i sent her this. Me: I really like you Abby. I saw her look down at her phone and take one of those big deep breathes you take when you can barely contain your excitement. Abby: I like you a lot too ❤️ Unfortunately, it was then where we saw our teacher start to survey the classroom. We both hid our phones in our laps and pretended to be watching the movie. He kept his eye on the class for a bit, so I wasn't able to do more than steal a glance or two at Abby for the time being. She was watching the movie anyway. Another ten minutes went by though, and I was able to sneak my phone back out. I wanted to go big. I was emboldened by our texts and our whole week of new love that I decided to just go for it. Me: Hey Abby. Abby: Yes? Me: I dare you to pee yourself! I sent it. I know I said I wasn't trying to rush things, but at this point I don't think this was rushing it. Abby has already peed herself in front of me, in public mind you, told me peeing herself (and pooping herself) turns her on, and has gone IN DETAIL about the numerous accidents she has had over the years. At this point, talking about accidents and Abby peering herself was a normal point of conversation. But for the first time, I actually shot a dare at her out of the blue, hoping to catch her off guard. I know she'll be into it, but will she have the stones to go for it? I stared at her as she read the message, and she bit her lip as she typed back. Abby: I don't have to go right now... Me: Oh. That's unfortunate... Abby: I didn't say no... I shot my eyes back up at her, and she was staring at me intensely, with the same look she got in her eyes when she peed herself back in the lunchroom. I decided to egg her on. Me: Ah, so you aren't a chicken then! Abby: You know i'm not! I just don't want to get caught! Me: Well I guess its good you don't have to go then! Abby: I think there's a little in the tank... enough to be noticeable, but not enough to leave a puddle or anything. Me: You're wearing dark leggings, and its a dark classroom. Who's gonna notice? Abby: Exactly why I didn't say no... Me: Like I said, I dare you. Abby: Watch me. I put my phone down and stared intently at Abby. She had put her phone down as well, and although it was hard to see, I could tell she spread her legs open under her desk. Abby put one hand in her crotch, and another on the desk. She looked at the teacher, then looked left and right to make sure nobody but me was paying any attention to her. When she was satisfied, I saw her close her eyes. It lasted only a few seconds, after which she reopened her eyes, took her hand back out of her crotch and closed her legs. She picked up her phone. Abby: Done 😉 Me: God this damn dark classroom, I could barely tell! Did you really do it?? Abby: Of course! My crotch is soaked! Me: How bad is it? Abby: Not to bad at all, like I said I didn't really have to go. I watched as she gave her butt a nonchalant itch, which was obvious to me as a subtle way of feeling how wet she was back there. Abby: My butt is mostly dry, its my crotch that is soaking. My leggings may not show it, but my panties are thoroughly peed in! Me: Man what I wouldn't give to see it. Abby: Don't worry, I'll make sure you get to see plenty of it this weekend 😉 Me: Fuck me that's hot... We really were getting into the dirty talk now. I'd made it this far by going for broke, why stop now? Abby: Oh I agree, it feels absolutely amazing... Me: What does it feel like? Abby: Almost like an orgasm, actually I almost choked on my breath. Abby: Its warm and comforting, but also naughty. Makes me it even wetter down there, if you know what I mean... Me: Trust me, it's not exactly a "soft" situation over here. I know exactly what you mean, and I'm here for it. Abby: Good 😉 I watched Abby rub her legs together, reveling in the warmth of her freshly peed in panties, when my boldness took yet an even greater step. Me: Now I dare you to poop yourself. She looked up at me with her mouth agape, before catching herself and texting back. Abby: No way!!! Me: *Bawk Bawk Bawk* Sounds like chicken talk to me. Abby: I don't even have to go right now! This is where I knew I had her. Me: Liar! She looked back up at me as if she'd been caught. Abby: No I'm not! Me: Abby, its two hours post lunch and you've had coffee today. Plus, you've told me when you get home from school you have to take a shit. So I know you're bluffing! She knew I had her. She looked back up at me and bit her lip again, but less of a sexy bite and more of a nervous one. Abby: But in front of all these people?? Me: A dare's a dare! I wasn't sure if she'd actually go for it, but i figured it was worth a shot. Discreetly peeing yourself is one thing, but making a big lump in your leggings, where the whole class could see and smell it is a whole other thing. Abby hadn't responded, as I could see her thinking it over. Abby: I'll cut you a deal. Me: What's that. Abby: I'll poop myself, after the bell, as we're walking on our way out of the building. But you have to make it worth my while. Me: I thought you liked pooping yourself? Is that not worthy enough? Abby: Oh I do, but I'm the one shitting in public here! Me: Fair point... but I did dare you! Abby: Dare accepted! But I expect one hell of a weekend together! We both put our phones down, as the lights came back on right at that moment. The movie had ended, and our teacher got up. "Alright everyone, there's only five minutes of class left. It's Friday, talk amongst yourselves until the bell rings." They said. But Abby and I didn't move a muscle. We locked eyes, and didn't let go. She was shifting in her seat, undoubtedly battling the beast that was in her rectum. But she was also very turned on, I could tell. She was embarrassed and looking down, but also biting her lip and breathing a little heavily. I could she was as into this as I was. Not just the fetish that we both love, but the dirty, naughtiness of it all as well. It was intoxicating. At last, the final bell rang. Everyone rushed out of the room, grabbing their bags and heading for their busses and their cars. Abby and I slowly got up, still making eye contact. We met at the door, and walked out into the crowded hallway. She turned around, and started walking towards the exit at the end of the hallway, maybe 100 feet away. I got in step right behind her, maybe 6 inches from her rear end. There were people all around us, but it felt like we were the only two people in the world. I leaned into her ear. squeezed her hand in mine and whispered. "i'm right behind you." She turned her head just enough to the side to give me her trademark side eye. She was blushing like crazy, but I couldn't tell if it was from being turned on or from the poop she was about to do. We got maybe 20 feet from the door when the crowd started to thin a little. It was here where she turned her head and said, "it's happening." Abby began to walk a little bowlegged. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but you'd notice it if you were paying attention. She was still walking, but I could tell she was bearing down. But instead of a slow burn like I thought it would be, it all happened in the blink of an eye. One moment, her leggings contoured to her butt like normal, and they next they expanded to the size of a tennis ball, comfortable nestled in between her cheeks. I could tell it wasn't solid either, more of the soft serve consistency. It filled the crevasse of her crack, and made a sizeable damp patch as well. I stayed right behind her so no one could see what she had done. But me, I was in our heaven. Abby though, she was in pure heaven. I heard her exhale and grunt a little as her mess flowed out of her. Once it finished, we were at the exit and walked outside. No one was around us, but I just grabbed her by the hand and we fast walked to my car which was only another 50 feet away. Once we got there, Abby leaned up against my car, still heavily breathing. But she wasn't out of breath, I could tell she was super into this. I sure was. "That was fucking incredible!" I said to her. "Oh my god that felt so fucking amazing.." She said to me between bated breathes. "Did you like it?" I asked. "Oh my god Alex, I've wanted to do that for so long... I never get to poop my pants like I want to, I can't believe I just did that!" She replied. I responded, "That was truly the most amazing thing I've ever been a part of." I said to her, laughing as I pulled her in for a kiss. She laughed along with me, and we reveled in the wonderful mess she made. "Take me home so I can get cleaned up?" She asked as we broke off our kiss. "Your wish is my command!" I said back, as I pulled open my car door for her. She hopped in, sitting a little gingerly on her butt, but largely paying no mind to the poop in her panties. "How is it?" I asked her as I got in myself and started driving away. "It feels like a thousand fireworks are going off in my crotch. So warm... So heavy... So amazing..." I grabbed her hand. I so badly wanted to shove my hands in her still wet crotch and take her, but I knew there would be a better time and place for that. I drove her the short distance to her house, as we sat and talked about the mess in her pants. When we arrived she hopped out. I rolled my window down, and she gave me a kiss before walking up her driveway to her house. Right before she walked inside, she gave me a full turn in the broad daylight. Her crotch was indeed still wet, ever so slightly a shade darker than the rest of her panties. And her butt had turned brown, as her non-solid poop spread after having sat on it. She blew me a kiss as she walked in the door. I don't know how she planned to get away with her clean-up, but I knew it would be a tall order. Me on the other hand... I was so rock hard from the whole endeavor, I had my own problem to take care of at home, pronto.
    6 points
  5. Thanks a lot, so nice to hear! Great to know People still enjoy my vids even when Iam inactive at the moment. I really want to change that again but university and work just leaves me with so little time and energy :(. Sadly, I still have not found the foolproof way to become a millionaire by the end of the week so that I could do nothing but holding and pee playing the whole day and filming it. Wouldnt that be awesome? But I still have a list of things I want to try out and make a video of it when iam done with my degree and I would be happy to put some of your suggestions on it! Hope you Peeps stay wet or holding (whatever you prefer) in the meantime!
    5 points
  6. PART 5 Abby and I have been dating over a month now. Its still a very new relationship, but we’re getting more and more comfortable together. Sure, we’ve gone headfirst into our shared fetish, but we still needed to build a actual relationship together. So over the course of these few weeks, we’ve learned, we’ve laughed, and frankly, we’ve begun to love. Its really feeling like we have something so special, and not just because of the obvious. We’ve finally reached the point in our relationship where we’ve gotten deep. We’ve gone on a few late night and shared some really intimate things with one another. I’ve told abby about my struggles with my family, how I have anxiety issues, and where I want to be in my life in the coming years. And abby has told me about how she’s felt different in her life by having the fetish we have, how she’s always felt such pressure from her family, and where she wants to be as well. And the best part about it all is, we both have come to the conclusion that we are literally perfect for one another. For me, Abby helps to keep me grounded. She has a way of keeping my head on my shoulders, even after dating for over a month. She has a very calm demeanor when she wants to pull it ou, and its saved me from spinning off the rails once or twice already. For Abby, she says that dating me has made her feel validated. Not only does she feel seen in terms of our fetish, but she feels seen in her life as a whole. Being under such pressure from her family, I help her navigate those obstacles, while reassuring her she is living her life exactly as she wants to, which is absolutely ok. This is all to say, Abby and I have officially fallen hard for one another. We haven’t said “I love you” yet to one another, but it can’t be too far away. Hell, I already know it in my bones, but we all know how scary of a prospect saying those words can be. But enough of the gushy stuff. I bring it all up, because its exactly what we were discussing the next time I witnessed one of Abby’s “accidents.” We were in my car on a late Saturday night drive. It was getting close to midnight, and we’d been driving around, listening to each other’s favorite music and talking about life. It was about here when I really wanted to know on the deepest level possible, what drove this shared fetish of ours. “So Abby.” I started off. I was driving with one arm on the wheel and my other hand resting on her thigh. “I to know exactly why you like to pee and poop yourself. I want to know everything about it. Its so fascinating to me.” “It is? Why?” She responded. She was leaned back in her seat, with one hand on mine in her lap, the other up on my neck, scratching the back of my head. I responded. “Well, don’t you think its wild that we found each other like this? Likely the only two people for a thousand miles that both have this fetish? I just want to share every single thing about this with you, because I never want it to end!” “Well you are right.” She said back. “I still can’t believe we’re dating, but the fact that you actually ENJOY my “accidents,” let alone don’t think they’re disgusting, is so incredibly… I don’t even have the words.” “I can’t Either!” I said. “Which is why I want to know everything about it for you. Talking about it makes it feel so… real. Because sometimes it feels like a dream.” Abby continued, “Well, I’m not sure how much there is to tell that hasn’t already been said. My… enjoyment of peeing and pooping myself is something that came around over time. I’ve told you about my accidents as a child, but once I hit puberty, everything changed.” “How so?” I asked her. I began rubbing my hand on her thigh. Nothing gross, just something to let her know I was genuinely interested. Plus, she was wearing another pair of soft leggings that I just loved on her. “Well, once I hit puberty my accidents started feeling different. I didn’t know quite how different yet, but I knew it was different. “ I nodded my head in understanding. Abby continued. “That was in middle school. Once I got to high school, I learned that my peeing myself felt similar to the way I felt when I saw a hot guy, or something like that.” I let her keep going without interrupting. Eventually I put two and two together and realized instead of holding myself back from those good feelings by trying not to have accidents, I said fuck it and started to embrace it. At least, mentally embrace it. I still felt self-conscious about having accidents around family and friends, and would only let me pee myself when I knew I could get away with it. “But what about how you said you like daring yourself to do it, or surprising others with it?” I asked her. “Well that’s exactly what I mean.” She said. “When it’s a dare, it’s a surprise. Its out of the ordinary. Me peeing myself seems like a one-off. So every once in while I’m able to do one of those dares, allowing me to pee myself in front of others, which is way different than doing it at home in the bathroom. A much better feeling.” “Is that why you had me dare you to pee yourself back in the lunchroom last month?” I asked her. “Kinda!” She exclaimed. “I mean, that’s how it started. I had been crushing on you for so long already that I was just excited to talk to you at that point.” I blushed as she said this, and we grinned eachother big doofy grins. She continued, “but once we started talking alone, I kind of started to… get turned on?” She said, shrugging a little. “You didn’t!” I said, exclaiming to her. “I did! Come on Alex, I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, do you blame me??” “Yes I do!” I said with a laugh. “I was so scared to mess up any of that conversation, I was so nervous! I of course wanted to date you too, but I didn’t know what to do, I had never been in that position before!” Abby said, “Well, you just being yourself got me turned on! So sue me!” I laughed as she said that. I also took this time to move my hand a little farther in between her legs. I wasn’t in her crotch, but my hand was now definitely between her legs at least. And I know she noticed it too, because she spread her legs open a little to allow my hand to be where it was. We were in an unspoken agreement about that situation. She meanwhile, still had her hand against my neck. “Well alright then, but why dare to pee yourself in front of me right there? You had no way of knowing that I’d like it!” I said to her. “Well sure, hence why I made it a dare, to make myself seem all wild and spontaneous. Plus, I actually hadn’t meant to do that in that moment. Once I got turned in, the next natural step in my brain was to want to pee myself. So one thing led to another and…” She faded out with another shrug and a smile. “Well you gamble paid off, because damn was it hot.” I said to her, squeezing her leg. “Hey, what about you though? I know you said this fetish kind of just came to you, but do you know why? From where?” She asked me. “Yeah not really! I’ve told you everything I know I think. I’ve never partaken in the act myself, but I’m not really against it either. But there’s just something about seeing a girl have an accident… seeing her desperate to pee or poop that’s so enticing, so adorable even. And then when her pants get dark, or a lump shows up in the back… it’s like that loss of control. That loss of control is what drives it, I think. That, and that I want to be there for it all. To watch, to feel it when it happens, and to help out after the fact. Just, losing control like that just really…” Now it was my turn to shrug and smile at Abby. “I understand that though.” She said back to me. “That’s kind of how it is for me too, at least mentally. The feeling of losing control really takes it to another level for me… but that’s only half of it obviously, feeling the warm pee go down my legs, and pooling around my… “ abby gestured to her crotch. “Its an indescribable feeling.” I jumped in. “Well you’ve talked a lot about peeing yourself, but what about pooping yourself?” Abby blushed. “Ahh yes. Pooping myself didn’t come until much later. Until recently actually. I’d had poop accidents before, but not nearly as often. That swimming one I told you about was the only one that year. But within this past year, since I turned 18, its become this new, amazing thing.” “How so?” I asked her. Now, I had starting moving my hand farther up her leg. My fingers were all the way in between her legs, with my palm still on top. But now my hand was maybe only an inch or two away from her crotch. Abby spread her legs a little wider to allow for this, so I knew she was still ok with it, per our unspoken agreement. “Well, I’ll be honest with you Alex. I shit myself on my 18th birthday.” She said, laughing. “You did?? How??” I said incredulously. “Ok so it was my 18th birthday, and I went out with all my girlfriends that night. We went to the club, we want to a house party, we did it all. And I should mention, I was drunk. Verrrry drunk.” Abby said. “Aaaaaaah. I think I know how this is going to go.” I said laughing. “MMhmm, you sure do!” She said, also laughing. “I got so drunk that by the time my friends and I all got back to my house at the end of the night I couldn’t walk straight. I’ll say, at this point I’d already peed myself due to all the drinks I had. But I was wearing a black romper, so it was easy to hide.” I laughed heartily at that one. “Shut up! But yeah I was already wet, but after all the food I’d eaten all day mixed with the the booze I’d just had, I was a time bomb about to blow! So we all got back to my house around 1 or 2 am, and I barely even knew where I was. I was stumbling around, slurring my words, the whole nine. But while I may not remember most of this night, I’ll never forget pooping myself. I remember stumbling into my room, falling face first onto my bed, and then I remember my poop just coming right out of me. I don’t remember ever having to poop, but I wasn’t exactly surprised, given the circumstances. And I remember feeling such a euphoric high from it, it was over from there, pooping myself was officially my new thing.” “Damn, that’s so crazy!” I said at the end of her story “Oh yeah! I don’t think ill ever forget it!” “So how does pooping yourself compare to peeing yourself?” I asked her. “Its surprisingly a different feeling. With peeing, its an immediate, obvious warmth, not unlike an orgasm. It spreads, and fully engulfs me down there, and is such a wonderful feeling. Pooping is… more of a mind thing I think? The naughtiness of both of them certainly play into it, but the the naughtiness of pooping myself is amplified, like its even more taboo, more unacceptable, so some part of me wants to just do it…” Abby said. I just nodded, taking everything in. “So while peeing is more obvious an immediate, its also a relatively easy cleanup too. Pooping is a lot of buildup, and a lot of in my head, knowing its such a bad thing to do, and then the release is so powerful. The cleanup usually sucks, but its worth it.” “Thank you for telling me all of this Abby. I’m really glad you like to share this with me, it makes me so happy.” I told her at the end. As I said this I was parking the car back at her house, to drop off at the end of the night. “Are you kidding?” She said back. “I’ve been wanting to share this with someone forever! And I’m so glad its with you!!” She was almost crying as she said this, as if finding me was what she’d been looking for for so long. I went in and kissed her hard. We had been talking for so long, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I kissed her and had my hands all over her. Up and down her back, in her hair, on her legs. I didn’t dare try to toucher butt or her crotch, until she did it for me. “MMMmmm” Abby moaned as we kissed. It was very hot and heavy, and as she did she grabbed one of my hands and put it in front of her crotch. With our unspoken thing going on all night, I didn’t say a word. I knew exactly what was about to happen. Abby moaned again, and suddenly I felt her crotch get very warm and very wet, very fast. She was peeing herself, for me, for US, in my hand, and in my car. It was fucking amazing. I felt her wetness spread across her crotch and get sopped up by her leggings. I had cloth seats, but I didn’t care. She let it all out, soaking my hand in the process. As fate would have it though, as her stream tapered off, we got spooked by a flashing light. “Oh my god!” She said, breaking off the kiss and trying to cover her now very wet panties and pants. I turned and looked, but it was just a car turning a ways down the road. I looked back at Abby and laughed, and she laughed with me. “Sorry about that, I thought that was someone!!” She said. “That’s ok, I was kind of lost in all the…” I looked down and shrugged. “Me too.” She said, blushing extremely red. We sat in silence for a moment, just looking into eachothers eyes, both of us breathing heavily. We both knew what we wanted, but somehow we both came to the same conclusion. Not here, not yet. WE both dove in for one more big kiss, before Abby hopped out of the car. “Thank you for an amazing night Alex.” Abby said to me through the window. “Thank you for BEING amazing abby. And thank you for… that.” I said back, looking at her soaked pants. “As long as you like that Alex, I’ll keep giving it.” She said. “I will never not like it, as long as you keep enjoying it too.” I replied. “Trust me, this is never going to get old!” She said back to me, before giving her vagina a big rub of her hand, bringing it up to her face and blowing me a kiss. My jaw dropped. But before I could say anything, she was already up at the door to her house. “Goodnight!” She shouted down to me. All I could do was wave back. I was in love.
    5 points
  7. Hi everyone! This was kind of an accident but also kind of a choice lol. Basically, I was at a night club with friends and had to pee really bad after a lot of drinking, but there were only three bathroom stalls and a long line. I was far enough in the line to be fully inside the ladies room but I was drunk and had to go so bad I knew I might not make it until my turn. I was a lot braver than normal since I was drunk and I was planning on leaving the club right after peeing since my friends were ready to go. I was so desperate, I asked if the other girls would care if I just went in the sink and we all kind of laughed and agreed I should just go for it since the line was moving really slow. I was too shy and also uncoordinated to get my panties off, which was a pale pink thong, and I giggled with all the other girls as I first tried and failed to maneuver it. So close to relief, I started peeing myself standing in front of the sink fiddling with my panties so I just kind of squeaked and jumped up onto the sink right in time. My skirt was a skin tight mini, so I had to pull it up to my waist, which meant all the girls could see completely as I peed full force through my thong and into the sink. Because of the pale pink color, they could see my pussy really well, but I was laughing and so we’re they are the craziness of it all as I kept peeing. When I was done, I took the panties off and washed them in the sink before rinsing the sink itself with soap and water and stuffing my damp panties in the bottom of my purse. When I was done, another desperate girl said fuck it and pulled her jeans down to pee in the sink, but she had her legs together so I didn’t see much. I went home with my friends commando which felt so naughty and I played with myself until I squirted as soon as I got home heheh. One of my best experiences so far!! Hope you liked it!
    4 points
  8. I came across a video that I found rather interesting. It’s an advertisement for a Motorcycle and in the ad this Woman pisses in her jeans. It’s kinda hot but also really weird. You have to pause at the right times in order to see the wet patch on her crotch. You can also watch it here: https://thisvid.com/videos/woman-wets-her-pants-in-kawasaki-ninja-300-commercial/
    3 points
  9. PRED-052

    816 downloads

    PRED-052-01 - While attending a drinking party a girl has her drink spiked with a Diuretic. When she feels like she can't hold it anymore she tries to make a dash for the bathroom but is stopped by some of the other girls and wets herself infront of everyone. PRED-052-02 - The girl desperate to pee again sits on a bed while everyone takes turns pressing on her bladder until she wets herself. PRED-052 Uncut - Has everything above plus sex Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy
    Free
    3 points
  10. EE-338

    340 downloads

    EE-338 - Intense urination and farting at close range. Warning There are small scat warnings throughout this JAV Enjoy
    Free
    3 points
  11. 1,273 downloads

    Old Tyler video compilation of clips
    Free
    3 points
  12. First time posting a video on here, figured I'd post before I took a nap (in my own piss puddle😳) Done this many times before, never filmed it before but quite enjoyed it I have a humiliation/shame kink as well, have at me, I don't mind 😉😏 WIN_20220428_08_48_47_Pro_Trim.mp4
    3 points
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  14. HJ-009

    878 downloads

    test first upload
    Free
    3 points
  15. Fixed the video's sound and rotation: Untitled-1.m4v
    3 points
  16. This was a lot of fun to capture. From that first tickling trickle, to the spreading warmth...it's a strange form of enjoyment most would think, but focus on the joy. Don't forget to wake up and pee again. :)
    2 points
  17. Jumpsuit jinx

    This is a semi-true story that took place last year. It started off as just another report but along the way I decided that a bit of enhancement won't hurt if it helps the storytelling. For that reason I chose to post it as fiction rather than a true experience, something which I probably wouldn't have done just a few years ago. I'll leave it up to you decide which parts actually happened and which are filled-in blanks or enhancements. --- I don't remember if we had reached september yet but it was around that time of the year, late summer, still warm outside even during evenings. For an omo affiniado it would have been a no-brainer to get it out there immediately as you will see, but something held me back, and still does to some degree. That something is the fact that this is the only significant desperation experience I've ever encountered involving a friend which turned out to have quite a bit of emotional impact on me. She is in her 30's but she could easily pass for being 10 years younger. Not exactly pretty to my eyes, but not bad-looking either. Slightly chubby, let's say curvy, and rather short with long brown curly hair. I have no romantic interest in her whatsoever which makes it easy being good friends with her, especially since we share some musical interests. She's very self-confident albeit reserved but easy-going amongst known people. All in all, a very good friend who just happens to be female. That is what bothers me quite a bit about what ensued this late summer evening. I need so set up a bit of context here for it all to make sense. I live in an flat a couple of kilometers away from the city centre, about 10 minutes walk. I'm also a big vintage car enthusiast which in relation to my dwelling situation makes indulging in my hobby a bit of a logistical chore. I have solved this by renting a parking garage space here in town, as well as owning a workshop outside of town. Whatever car I'm driving at the moment is parked in the garage in town, located a couple of blocks away from my flat, about a five minute walk. The workshop on the other hand is located about 10 kilometers out of town, out in the countryside. On the evening in question, my friend was wearing a very 70's and very orange-brown-beige corduroy jumpsuit (not tri-coloured, just a very hard-to-describe nuance), buttoned up at the front with an equally 70's shirt collar, two or three buttons undone at the neck. In all honesty, as much as I love vintage clothing as well as vintage cars, I have to admit that this particular kindergarten-style jumpsuit looks rather dorky, even for her. But it does deserve a bit of prologue as well. For some reason, she really likes this particular suit, even if it apparently makes toilet visits a bit of a struggle. I recall her once telling me and another friend about that very issue with that very suit in a handful of situations, one of which took place in one of the city parks where she was caught short. As she would have to virtually strip out of the suit in order to take a long-overdue piss she apparently held on until the last moment before resigning and convinced a friend to let her use his bathroom, as he happened to live nearby. This was way before this particular evening though, and for all the bathroom-related hardship the suit brought upon her, you'd think that she would be cautious about getting herself into situations with no obvious conveniences nearby, especially bearing in mind that she also was a big beer-drinking enthusiast. You can already sense how suspiciosly specific the setup is getting here. Now on the evening in question, we had planned for a visit at a friend's place out in the woods just outside town, maybe 15 minutes drive, including some traffic. It was decided that I was to pick her and another friend up on the town and then drive us all out to the cottage. She and the other friend were at one of the pubs, and as I parked outside to wait for them I saw them noticing me and rose from the table and got out. Apparently, the other friend had somewhere else to be for the rest of the night (he's not a good planner, it has to be said) so it ended up being just me and her going to the cottage. As we arrived at the cottage it was all dark and empty. Apparently he had forgotten about our planned visit and was not there right then. As an improvised backup plan for the night, we decided that a few beers (additional beers on her part) back in town would do, but I also suggested a brief drive to and from the workshop as she does have an interest in old cars as well and would probably want to take a peek at what I had parked out there. She did, and we drove off and headed out of town towards the countryside where the workshop is. I figured it would add about an hour to the proceedings before we would settle down at the pub afterwards. I still hadn't noticed any desperation, neither was I on the lookout for any so she might just as well have moved about in the car seat without me noticing. Little did I know what manner of catastrophe was building up beneath that corduroy jumpsuit... About 15-20 minutes later we arrived at the workshop (the final part is all gravel roads, meaning you can't drive very fast) and I opened up the door to show off our playroom featuring some of my other cars and tons of tools in various stages of workability. I recall having some objective reason to get there, something along the lines of fetching or fixing something, although I'll be damned if I remember what. Whatever it was, I announced it and that's when she said, with not an insignificant amount of hesitation: "...I really really have to pee..." To which I responded that it will only take a moment and that we would drive back right away. Honest to god, I did not have any intent on delaying her or trying to create a perfect storm of desperation or anything. Quite the opposite, I did mean to have us back in town as soon as possible upon suddenly learning about her urge. "I really have to go, I will just go around the corner before we leave" was her reply to that. Now, our workshop is indeed a man's world with all that it encompasses. There is no plumbing or running water there and by extension, no facilities. Whenever you need to do your number ones, you do it out the back against the wall, and if you need to number two, well, you're screwed. The only semblance of privacy you might enjoy is provided by either darkness or the relative remoteness of the place, provided none of the nearby land-owners will pass by. This has never been an issue for neither me nor any of my male friends whenever we are messing around in the workshop so there has never been any reason for us to even consider engineering a solution. After all, if there is no problem there is no need for any solution. Anyway, she scurried out of the workshop and round the back to do her business. Meanwhile I did whatever it was that I did and then went out to the car and waited for her. It took a few minutes of waiting but eventually she came back and we got in the car and drove off back to the town. I casually asked if it went well to which she replied, with a surprisingly anxious tone in her voice: "No... it's really complicated in this suit. Could we please hurry back??" Apparently it was too much of a hassle getting out of the suit in the great wide open. Not too surprising; like I said, short of being able to simply whip out your willy and do your business against the wall in a matter of seconds, you're screwed out there, especially if you're a girl and ESPECIALLY if you're trapped in a button-up jumpsuit on top of that. What was surprising was the fact that she hadn't been more open about her desperation up until then. She was usually never that modest about such matters and had no problem announcing her need for a toilet, so what kept her quiet about it this one time I will never know. While driving back towards the city I noticed her fidgeting around in the passenger seat, her knees grinding up and down against each other while she sat on her hands in a tense posture. She obviously didn't want to let on just how desperate she had become by now. I casually asked if she hadn't gone before leaving the pub and apparently she had intended to as she hadn't been to the toilet even once since arriving at the pub almost two hours prior! Add to that a few beers and you can probably imagine how dire her plight even by that time. When I got to the pub to pick them up, there were a couple of people waiting for the only toilet to become vacant meaning she bet everything on being able to go when we arrived at our friend's cottage instead of holding us up while waiting for said toilet. As we approached the city limits, maybe 10 or so minutes onward, she was visibly in distress. She was breathing in short, nervous puffs and clearly intent on not disclosing how urgent her need had become. Still sitting in that stiff posture she started rocking back and forth in the seat when suddenly she gripped the curve handle with one hand while lifting herself up slightly and letting out a pitiful whimper. I had never seen her in such a dire and humiliated state and was in all honesty feeling rather uncomfortable. You know, sort of when you're in the presence of someone crying, letting you know that shit has become really serious. By now it was obvious that she wasn't far away from tears either, and by the look of her tense, slightly crooked posture and pinched thighs, those weren't the only fluids threatening to exit her body... "Oh no.... oh god.... I have to get out....I have to find a toilet.... Stop at the restaurant!" She said this in a panicked voice just as we approached a junction a few kilometers from my garage by which there is a burger restaurant, and the only place nearby where one could possibly find a toilet. Eager not to get the upholstery in my old car soaked in urine and my friend devastatingly humiliated, I turned left at the junction after having to wait a few agonizing seconds for the traffic lights to go green. ---- Part 2 coming soon
    2 points
  18. Version 1.0.1

    1,172 downloads

    Please support the official release: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ300308.html It is a game to manipulate a nameless ninja and look into the toilet. However! You need to be careful as evil monsters will appear in the bathroom. Let's complete the peeping while being careful of monsters. There is also a peep-only mode that does not require difficult operations. Since there is no monster interference, you can focus only on peeping. Precautions Please be sure to check the operation with the trial version. Please be careful if you are not good at it because there is a depiction of urine and stool excretion. There is a possibility of file replacement due to version upgrade or bug fix. Also also if your able to open it let me know how, ive done the locale.emulator with other MuMu Games and it worked, but for some reason it doesnt on this one. The DLC has extra characters and it seems all youd have to do is take the data folder from the DLC zip and paste it in the Unzipped Base game. So check off that 3rd EDIT: For some reason the locale.emulator also needed me to set the system UI to Fake, so check off that 3rd box when you go to Modify Application Profile
    Free
    2 points
  19. 1,230 downloads

    I really need to go to the bathroom while we're hanging out. I don't mean to cut things short and leave but I have to use the bathroom and you told me earlier your toilet was clogged so I couldn't use it. I need to go home so I can relieve my aching bladder. You beg me to stay and suggest that I just go right in front of you. I squirm and whine, jumping and pleading that I have to use the bathroom. I take off my skirt because it's too tight around my bladder. I can't hold it any more and go right in front of you, soaking my panties and fishnets. So embarrassed...
    Free
    2 points
  20. Send requests for any more installments of this you'd like to see- I have a few planned, but some feedback is always appreciated! --- When Holo was created, his creator was not expecting it. Nervel had programmed a… ‘fully operational’ hologram in hopes of a long night of rough sex before having all of tomorrow off to recover. His hopes were quickly shoved aside when he came to realize that his creation was capable of far far more than he ever thought possible. Nervel sat with Holo at the kitchen table over a couple cups of coffee and discussed the depth of Holo’s experience. Sentient. Created by Nervel’s own caffeine and libido fueled genius. The scientist could hardly contain his pride. Holo, however, had been fascinated by his first ever ‘experience’: a mug of hot liquid, made of so many interesting chemicals. He stared at the mug with such studious intensity, bent close over the table, before finally taking a sip of his very first drink. Holo could not taste, but it was delicious. That was about three hours ago. Holo was sitting on the couch, cuddled close to Nervel’s side. He had found his newly discovered existence rather overwhelming, and Nervel introduced him to something that was perfectly mindless: movies. They were only a few minutes into their second film when Holo noticed… An odd sensation signaling from the lower torso of his projection. He wasn’t sure what it could be. There was a light pressure, and a gentle prompting from his subroutines to release. He frowned, curious, down at his torso, before deciding to obey his body’s request. His eyes widened as liquid suddenly flowed into his clothes. The simulation of fabric was not perfect- they didn’t grow saturated with fluid, instead the liquid quickly pooled against his skin in the tight space. It was ultra hot against his sensors, a most beautiful press of heat that had his neurons firing in bright, new, confusing patterns. There wasn’t nearly enough space against his body for the liquid and it flowed down his legs, pattering into the couch. It was about then Holo realized he had made a mess. The liquid- pure, clean water- quickly soaked into the couch, still warm. Holo simply stared as the liquid continued flowing through him, gushing back against his skin, running down his legs, and soaking into the couch, transfixed by this beautiful new experience. It wasn’t until his body was fully empty of its fluids that Holo turned to Nervel and nudged him for his attention. “I believe I had an accident.”
    2 points
  21. Wasn't even looking for anything. Just found this while going through insta. Pees in her Bikini. A small stream can be seen. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc02MqBLm0v/?hl=en Sommer Ray on Instagram_ “how to pee in the ocean 101 lol”.mp4
    2 points
  22. Unfortunately, I have no picture to post just yet... I just wanted to post an update and respond to a few comments. I have some good news and bad news. The bad news is that the next request may take a bit more time yet. This week has been hectic and I will have a lot to be dealing with this coming week, so I will likely not make a lot of progress until that business is finished with. The good news is that once that business is finished with, I shouldtm be able to spend more time on these requests/other pics. I'll do my best to make sure the wait is worth it! -- Now, to respond to a few comments: Thanks!~ Sounds good to me! Was there a general scenario you wanted to see (embarrassment, desperation, etc)? As listed on the first post of the thread, I will not be drawing anything that breaks site rules. Omo of pre-adolescent appearing characters is against the site guidelines and something I don't have interest in drawing, personally. If you have a different request, though, I would be happy to hear it. -- I will try and get some art out as soon as I can!
    2 points
  23. JG-284

    412 downloads

    JG-284 - Collection of farts happened during piss selfie There is a scat warning on file JG-284-02 at 38:35 - end JG-284-03 at 8:54 - 15:09 Enjoy
    Free
    2 points
  24. Hi, Couldn’t not share my new favorite PH find. Her current video is outstanding, as are her other videos. Newest Video https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6264a17877d41 Main Page https://www.pornhub.com/model/lavendarrayne Hope you enjoy!
    2 points
  25. Me whenever Biku posts another beautiful piece of artwork:
    2 points
  26. Since it's not on the DNP list. Here you go...
    2 points
  27. What do you think about the idea of an omorashi party/ meetup? It would be similar to a kink party, but the the theme would be omorashi only. People could come together at one place and do various omo games, tasks, competitions. There could be holding competitions, different rooms for different wetting scenarios (like a classroom, where someone gets to be the teacher and does NOT allow you to go to the bathroom, until you are squirming.) It would be prepared with a lot of mops and towels. People who like to wet and people who like to watch/ make others wet could come together to have fun. Would it take away some of the fun of the "risk" of wetting in public? I'm just thinking about this sine I've made guys wet themselves for my entertainment in public places but never too public. The thought of making someone wet in a very public place is kind of stressful, but yet I think it would be fun to make someone wet themselves in front of onlookers if all the onlookers were part of the event.
    2 points
  28. Been wanting to try this for a while. I recently got a Peapod mat and figured why not? I drank plenty before bed and didn't go to the bathroom for a few hours, as expected. I am usually someone who can't sleep with any pee in their bladder so I found it quite difficult at first, probable lay there for an hour or so before falling asleep. As I hoped, I woke up a few hours later needing to pee. It took a while to get anything moving (20 years of conditioning makes a pretty strong wall). I had to stand up and pee a little, then get back into bed and sit up for anything to happen. But when I finally started to pee it felt so much better than I had imagined. So warm and relaxing, just feeling it flow out and pool, like sitting in a warm bath. Which I guess it was. Once I was done, I managed to get back to sleep and woke up again at my usual time, where I promptly wet the bed again. Overall, I rate it a 9/10. Very relaxing and warm, without cooling too much. The main downside is, of course, the cleanup. But the pleasure makes it worth it every time.
    2 points
  29. My suggestion would be to just go sit on the toilet fully clothed or wearing just your underwear and peeing like that.
    2 points
  30. My fantasy is to make an appointment for an ultrasound scan which requies to have a full bladder for. I would be told to arrive with the fullest bladder possible and since my ability to hold is quite good, I would have to hold my pee for a long time before the appointment (my record hold was 12 hours). I would arrive at the doctor’s with about 11 hours since my last pee, with my bladder hard and bulging. Unfortunately there is some delay and there are still few more patients before me so I’d just have to sit and wait. When It’s my turn I would be bursting to pee. After being invited to the room I would just sit and answer all the questions then I’d be made to lay down, which is one of the worst positions while having a full bladder. The radiologist would compliment me on having such a full bladder which would result in a very clear pictures. I’d have to hold while being tested with a device that puts a pressure on my full bladder with a cold gel applied. Then I’d have to sit up which is even worse than laying down. I would be told the result and finally could leave the room just to head for a relief. I would ask at the reception desk if I could use the toilet after my appointment. Unfortunately the toilet would be out of order so I’d have to hold my bursting bladder even longer until home. Who knows how fast the traffic moves… Yea, quite unrealistic. I know. Probably the radiologist would tell me my bladder is too full for the scan so I’d have to relieve it a little bit. I don’t believe in broken toilets at such places too. But It’s just a fantasy, and fantasies can be as weird and unrealistic as we want to.
    2 points
  31. The winner was No Futa! So many different facial expressions to choose from but I think these work the best!
    2 points
  32. Jumpsuit jinx

    "Don't know", I commented upon seeing the darkened windows and relatively empty parking lot, "It doesn't look like it's open" "No, don't say that! Please! They have to be! I'm pissing myself! Oh god!!" She actually used the P-word now. Things were getting serious. She was rocking even more violently back and forth in anticipation of finding relief. I halted the car and it was obvious the place had closed down for the evening. "It's no use. But we're almost home...", I didn't even get to finish the sentence before she flew out of the car and hobbled towards the door. She grabbed the handle and shook it in frustration while bouncing up and down holding one leg tightly crossed in front of the other. I'd be lying if the caveman part of my brain wasn't incredibly turned on by the sight, but see above regarding my conflicting feelings about crying and serious and all that emotional shit. So the place was closed. It took a few seconds for the rational part of her brain to finally convince her of that and she climbed back into the car which I hadn't even bothered to turn off as I knew the journey wasn't over yet. We set off and I made an honest effort to step on the gas the last couple of kilometers to my parking garage. "We're just about there, if you've managed to hold it this far you can manage a few more minutes" I tried to assure her. She didn't immediately reply, instead I noticed her head hanging down, her face beet red and all teared up and I heard her sniffle. Crying. Serious. Awkward. Uncomfortable. Legs semi-crossed, thighs tigggggghtly pressed together, body squirming around. How much is a recond? Will it rid the interior of urine stench? I imagined working at the car recond firm while suffering from this fetish and being tasked with sanitating a urine-drenched passenger seat. His imagination would have a field day! And how will I be able to face my friend after her drenching her jumpsuit in total and utter disgrace? About a kilometer left to the garage. Red lights. Of course. "Oh no, oh please, please, oh PLEAAAAASEEEE! HURRRRRYYYYYY!!!!!!" She was openly crying by now. As if things weren't serious enough. I couldn't enjoy this, despite having all the makings of a bona-fide omo story. But I was incredibly turned on as it had all the makings of a bona-fide omo story. Green. Drive. Ok, turn right first and then drive like hell. Panting, panicking, squirming, whining. Two hours in the pub without a toilet break, and god knows how long before that. And an additional hour in a meandering car. And beer. I know just how viciously beer can make its way through you and have been guilty myself of taking emergency leaks in darkened corners in the middle of town after genuinely feeling the bladder being as full as it could ever be. She was there now, if not beyond, but minus the ability to take a leak. I hastily turned onto the next street and then into the lane of the garage. We're talking seconds here but I bet her experience extended them into minutes, if not hours. She had definitely given up on trying to be discreet and sat like a corkscrew, legs crossed, one hand in crotch, the other propping herself up from the seat, all twisting about trying to keep her vintage clothing and my vintage upholstery from demanding sophisticated cleaning measures. I raced into the garage, probably hazardously so, and didn't even bother to reverse my car into the parking slot, something which usually is part of my driving ritual. As soon as we stopped, she stumbled out the door and started waddling towards the garage exit. I locked the car and followed. Well out on the street she continued in her awkward, almost duck-like walk, keeping her chubby thighs together meaning her legs were constantly criss-crossing each other. About a hundred or so meters onward, she suddenly stopped and bent down, still with her legs tightly crossed and her hands supporting her upper body against her thighs. "I can't.... oh no... I'm pissing, I'm gonna piss myself! I'm actually gonna piss myself!!" She wasn't though, but she clearly was in full panic mode which was emphasized by her breathless speech. "We're almost at my place, just a few hundred meters more." I reassured her, ever so emotionally conflicted. I don't want my friend to wet herself. But I prayed for this woman to wet herself. "It's too far... I have to go NOW! I have to find somewhere IMMEDIATELY!!!" she replied with even more panic in her voice. By now, even stripping out of her jumpsuit out in the countryside behind the workshop would probably have made sense. But we were no longer in the countryside, we were in a lit up residential area with people passing by on every streetcorner. From where we were standing, the nearest place that might have a bathroom was one of those small local pubs/restaurants where middle-aged men go to spend their hard-earned salary (or not-at-all-earned allowance) on cheap beer and slot machines, sometimes accompanied by their cackly wives. Trying it would mean deviating slightly from the route to my flat though, but in her state, it seemed to be the last dignified option left so we set off towards it. She made a gargantuan effort to keep her hands off of her crotch, instead balling them up into fists down her sides as she walked, still cross-leggedly, on the street towards the pub. Supposedly she didn't want to let on more than necessary just how incredibly desperate and vulnerable she was when approaching a crowd of rawdy old men holding court down at the pub. Still, hands or no hands, there was no mistaking her actual state by the way she walked and by the utter agony displayed on her face. We arrived at the pub and she scurried inside. Finally she would get relief provided she wasn't confronted with some customers-only policy or a broken toilet or something. I waited outside, not seeing that much of the interior but I did get a glimpse through the front window how she made her way past the counter and the attendant didn't protest, meaning their restroom must have been up for grabs for anyone needing it. And boy, did she ever! I stood outside waiting, slightly off to one side in order not to get myself involved in some meaningless drunk chatter when after a couple of minutes, she advanced out the front door. Finally her ordeal was over and we could resume the night. I thought. For about a second. Then I noticed her red face and tears glistening below her eyes. My heart was beating faster. ----- Part 3 coming soon
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  33. 1,372 downloads

    Two little girls are tied up and stuck, unable to get out but full of pee. They've been here for hours now, and they're begging you to let them go, even if just for a few minutes so they can go potty. When you refuse, after much squirming and begging, they finally let their pee erupt out, soaking their panties and feet, and mixing together on the floor below them
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  34. And now for the final part of this story. Just an FYI, I do plan on writing an alternate ending, so that'll probably be out sometime next week. Part 5 Abby stood rooted to the spot, refusing to believe what her eyes were showing her. ”No,” she uttered, “no, please, no!” In complete denial, she grasped the handle and yanked as hard as she could, almost trying to break the door down. But the door stood firm against her helpless efforts, refusing her entry to the restroom beyond. She couldn’t believe it. Here she was, just two feet from the bathroom, having suffered for hours, and now her one chance at relief had been mercilessly snatched away. This is so unfair! Why did this have to happen now of all times?! As she stood clutching the door handle in despair, she felt a sudden surge of force from her bladder, almost threatening to break down the dam held closed by her bladder muscles, which had already begun loosening in anticipation of relief. With a gasp, she shoved both hands deep into her crotch, squeezing at her privates to push back the sea of urine inside. The extra support of her hands was barely enough to counteract her bladder’s push, and she hung on by the skin of her teeth. She was seriously close to her limit. Abby was absolutely panicking now; her desperation was unbearable, but she had no idea what to do or where to go. She looked around frantically, a look of pure concern on her flushed face. Maybe there are other bathrooms in the station, she thought to herself. It was unlikely, but it was a small hope and she had to check. What other choice did she have? Mustering up what strength she had left, she scrambled back down to hallway and onto the main station floor. Up and down she looked, craning her neck, hoping beyond hope that she could find what she was looking for. But alas, it quickly became evident that there were no other bathrooms, and the reality of her situation finally dawned on her: the only bathroom here was unavailable, and the one option she had left was to somehow hold it in until they got to Mr. Lee’s office. She almost cried in despair at the thought. Even without traffic, it would be at least another 20 minute drive, and in her state, she couldn’t imagine how she would last that long. But she had to try. The alternative was to wet herself and completely humiliate herself in public, something that she would never live down in her lifetime. No, it couldn’t come to that. Breathing heavily, she clutched her handbag tight and made her way to the exit, walking in short, mincing steps. Even this small distance felt like a trek across a vast desert. When she crossed through the doors into the hot summer air outside, she saw Mrs. Wilkins standing by the curb, the cab already waiting for them. Her boss saw her and beckoned her over, and Abby resumed her awkward walk towards the yellow car which sat waiting. She climbed inside gingerly, doing her best to avoid any sudden movements; even the slightest wrong step could result in a devastating consequence. Inside the car, Abby was at least grateful to be able to sit down and take some of the weight off her tortured urethra. “You came back rather quick,” Mrs. Wilkins remarked as the cab driver set off down the road. “Did you find the bathroom?” Abby hadn’t expected her boss to notice. “Yes, I found it,” she explained in a tight voice. “but it was out of order.” Her voice was constricted, her desperation so intense now that even speaking took a strenuous effort. She had reassumed her sitting position from the train: leaning forward, legs grinding together, her knees bobbing up and down madly. “Oh, I see,” Mrs. Wilkins replied back with a slight nod. Her eyes then darted down to Abby’s furiously shaking legs. Abby’s face reddened at her gaze, but she absolutely could not stop the motions now; it was the only thing keeping the ocean inside her at bay. “You have to go really bad?” Mrs. Wilkins asked her sympathetically, finally realizing her plight. Abby’s face glowed redder than a ruby, flushed from embarrassment and desperation. But there was clearly no point in hiding it anymore. “Yes,” she admitted in a low voice, nodding sheepishly. “We’ll be there soon,” her boss said reassuringly, “just hang on for a bit longer.” It was a task that was much easier said than done. Abby’s desperation was so extreme that she could not even comprehend how she was managing to hold it back anymore. Her bladder was so full that it was bulging out of her abdomen like a melon, very clearly accentuated by her tight clothing. The waist of her tight pants dug painfully into her abdomen, adding even more pressure to the little hole between her legs. She wanted so badly to just reach down and unbutton her pants to ease the burden just a bit, but she couldn’t, not with her boss right next to her. Oh, her stupid boss, why did she have to be here while she was going through this? With each minute, her legs bounced with more and more vigor, her thighs slapping together with a dull clap clap sound. Wave after wave of excruciating pain ripped through her body, each one feeling like a vicious punch in her stomach. It was unbearable. How was she ever going to make it? She stared out the window at the passing city streets, trying to gauge where they were, but her mind was too clouded with desperation to think properly. Please, let us get there quickly, oh, PLEASE hurry… One desperate girl’s prayers aren’t enough to stop city traffic, though. The streets were packed full of cars, and they were crawling through the lanes at a snail’s pace. The driver’s foot seemed to spend more time on the brakes than anything else. Every pothole in the ground and every jam on the brake was like a jolt of electricity being shot into her throbbing bladder. As they stopped yet again at what felt like the millionth red light, Abby wanted to scream. “MOVE!” she wanted to yell, “JUST FUCKING GO, STEP ON IT!” But of course, she couldn’t say that. Yet again, her only option was to sit there helplessly and suffer in silence, just like back on the train. For fifteen agonizing minutes, they creeped forward painstakingly slowly, passing one traffic light after another. They were starting to reach the outskirts of the city, near which lay their destination. Once again they were stopped still amidst a sea of cars, each one honking at one another in impatience as everyone fought to get in front. Up ahead on the left was a bridge crossing the river which bordered the western edge of the city. It was the only way across the river for five miles, a fact which often lead to heavy buildups of traffic. Today was clearly no different. Abby’s whole body was shaking with utter desperation by now. Her completely full bladder was being stretched to its absolute limit, bulging out even further in her abdomen, pressing up hard against the waistband of her pants. It felt like a bowling ball was trying to rip its way through her urethra, and she was doing everything she could to keep it in. She bowed her head and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt another forceful push from her bladder, which was practically screaming at her to let go. She shuddered, her face grimacing in pain as the massive balloon of boiling hot urine inside her made every attempt to expel its contents. She squeezed every muscle in her body, squishing her legs together yet again, pushing back as hard as she could. It worked, but not completely. As the force of her bladder abated ever so slightly, her exhausted sphincter loosened just enough to let a spurt of pee shoot rapidly out into her panties. Oh shit. Her strength was wavering, her muscles simply could not hold up this kind of effort much longer; they needed help. She buried her right hand in her crotch, pushing deep against her pee hole to provide the last reinforcement she had left. She put her handbag over her lap to cover up the hand grabbing her crotch, but in all honesty, she was past caring whether her boss saw her or not. They were still inching their way to the bridge, moving so slowly that even the pedestrians outside were getting across faster than they were. Abby looked out at the swarm of cars surrounding them in every direction, realizing with anguish that she was completely trapped. Stuck here in the middle of the street, there was nowhere she could go, nowhere she could hide; there was absolutely nothing she could do. She couldn’t possibly have been in a worse situation. She stared hopelessly out at the bridge, which seemed so far away, and her resolve was starting to break. I can’t do this… ohhh… it hurts so bad… There were tears in her eyes, born out of pure and absolute desperation. The searing pain between her thighs was so strong it felt like there was a muscle tearing in her abdomen. Every push from her rock hard bladder felt like a contraction, as if she were about to give birth. Her muscles clenched and unclenched, her legs trembled, and sweat beaded up on her forehead from sheer effort. She had never felt so much pain in her life. It was absolute torture. She wanted to cry. “Are you alright, Abby?” Mrs. Wilkins was looking at her with concern in her eyes. One thing was for sure, Abby was quite a long way from okay. But what was she supposed to say? Looking up, Abby glanced at Mrs. Wilkins and gave a curt nod. It was an obvious lie, and her boss clearly didn’t believe her. Anyone looking at her could easily tell that she was in great discomfort. “It won’t be long,” her boss said, still looking concerned. “We’re almost there, just about ten more minutes.” There’s no way we’ll get there in ten minutes, Abby thought despairingly. But when she looked up, she saw that they had finally made it onto the bridge, and it gave her just a glimmer of hope. Now that they were past the bottleneck, the traffic was slowly picking up speed, and the office wasn’t too far from here. Did she dare get her hopes up? There had been so many obstacles thrown her way today that it seemed like someone up there was intent on getting her pants drenched. If that was the case, they weren’t too far from having their wish granted. Once they got through the bridge, traffic started flowing much more smoothly. The car rumbled down the narrow streets as poor Abby hung on for dear life in the backseat. Her bladder was about to explode, its walls being stretched beyond its limits with all the pints of coffee that Abby had gulped down that morning. Abby rocked in her seat, her teeth grinding in her mouth, breathing heavily through her nose. Even with her hand jammed in her crotch, hot bursts of pee leaked out every few moments. Her underwear was slowly getting soaked with droplets of urine, and she could feel the wetness clinging to her vulva. Soon the traffic had finally cleared, and they were just five minutes away now. Abby’s bladder was flashing on fire, and she could feel it practically pounding within her. She squeezed her crotch so hard she was in danger of harming herself, but she didn’t care. They were almost there. Just a few more minutes, that’s all. Her legs shuddered violently, and she felt another spurt of pee escape. She was losing control, she just couldn’t bear it much longer, it was too painful. Oh, god, PLEASE, just get there already. She was in absolute agony. “There’s the office,” Mrs. Wilkins announced. Abby’s head snapped up, hardly daring to believe it. But her boss was right; there, on the right, was their destination, the large white office building which housed their client Mr. Lee’s firm. They were finally here, she had actually made it. Had she not been in gruesome pain, she might even have managed a smile of happiness. As the cab pulled into the parking lot, Abby grabbed her handbag with her left hand, still squeezing her crotch with her right as she waited anxiously for the driver to pull up to the entrance. Every second mattered now, because she had no idea when her burnt out muscles were going to give out for good. When the car finally came to a stop, Abby shoved the door open and clambered out onto the pavement. Not looking back, she hurried towards the glass doors of the building, doing the same awkward tight-legged shuffle she’d done back at the station. She didn’t even care how stupid she looked anymore; the only thing she wanted right now, more than anything else in the world, was a toilet, and she didn’t care if she had to kill someone for it. Shoving through the doors, Abby burst into the spacious lobby, Mrs. Wilkins following close behind. She spun her head like a wild dog, searching desperately for the bathroom. Dammit, where is it?! “There’s no bathroom in the lobby,” Mrs. Wilkins said to her. “Come on, let’s ask the receptionist.” She made her way to the reception desk up front, and Abby shadowed her footsteps. Behind the counter sat a lovely young brunette lady, who greeted the two of them with a smile. “Hello, how can I help you two?” Abby stood in front of the counter, hands clutching her handbag at her waist, her knees jiggling wildly back and forth. She was immensely thankful that the lobby was empty. “We’re actually looking for the restrooms,” Mrs. Wilkins answered. “Could you please point us out?” “Absolutely! Just head down this hallway, turn left at the corner, then head down to the end. It’ll be on your right.” The receptionist indicated to a hallway off to the side. Mrs. Wilkins thanked her, then glanced at Abby before turning and leading the way. Her hands still clutching her handbag to her crotch, Abby stumbled after her, feeling the immense weight of her bladder starting to break through her strained sphincter. The moment they entered the hallway, she felt a massive spurt of pee squirt out, drenching her panties inside. She shoved her right hand into her crotch again, pausing in her stride just a moment to regain control before she resumed, hobbling forward after Mrs. Wilkins. With every step, the force of her bladder seemed to intensify exponentially, as if it could sense that the bathroom was just up ahead. She was literally seconds away from losing complete control, and she had to get to the toilet before then. The throbbing, aching pain was so great now she almost burst into tears. Even with her hand lodged between her thighs, she could feel more drops of pee leaking out with each second as her control waned rapidly. She had no idea how she was going to get her pants down in time. As they approached the end of the hall, the door to the Ladies room finally appeared in her sight. At that moment, it was like setting her eyes on the holy grail. Nothing else in the world mattered more than that door, and what lay within. Mrs. Wilkins reached it first, but she stepped aside and turned around, looking at Abby and indicating to the door. “Go ahead, Abby, you first.” Abby nodded gratefully and squeaked out a breathless “thank you” as she stumbled towards the door, reaching out for the door handle. For a split second, Abby was apprehensive, fearing that the door would be locked as it had been at the train station. But mercifully, this time it was open, and the door yielded to Abby’s urgent push, revealing the little room inside. “Oh my god,” Abby gasped as she burst inside, slamming the door shut behind her with a bang. Her left arm trembled as it fumbled with the lock on the door, and the moment the lock was in place, she buried both hands between her legs. Just the sight of the pristine white toilet before her had sent her bladder into hyperdrive, and she could feel the overfilled dam inside about burst wide open. But she had to get her pants down first, she couldn’t let go until then. Breathing heavily and feeling her heart pounding in her chest, she ripped her hands out from her crotch and began wrestling with the button of her pants, her thighs squished together as tightly as humanly possible. As she tugged and pulled, she felt her tortured muscles starting to give up their fight, unable to hold it in any longer. And then, the moment she finally got the button undone, her sphincter gave out completely. With a loud, echoing hiss, the pee that had been trapped inside her urethra came bursting out at last, gushing out into her white panties, which remained snug around her waist. In a complete panic, Abby ripped down the zipper, then tore her pants down to her knees to get them out of the way. She was pissing full-force into her panties, rivulets of pee loudly splattering all over the floor and toilet below. In one last swift movement, she yanked her underwear down her thighs, freeing her stream at last, before collapsing onto the cold toilet seat at long last. Pee erupted out of her pee hole with astonishing power, roaring into the porcelain below with unbelievable volume. In one incredible instant, every muscle, every fiber in her body that had been clenched so tightly, relaxed all at the same time, and Abby sagged in absolute and total relief as the excruciating pain that she had endured for the past five hours finally began dissipating. Oh, the relief, it was incredible, pure ecstasy, a feeling so overwhelming that tears flowed down her face. Her eyes drooped closed, and a moan that she could not contain escaped her mouth as she sighed. She leaned forward, hands on her bare thighs, savoring the waves of relief flooding through her body. She could feel the river of pee coursing through her urethra, jetting out through the little hole between her pussy lips. Oh, it felt so good. She felt like she was floating on air, as if a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders. “Ohhh… thank you, ohh…” She was completely delirious from the tremendous relief rushing through her body. On and on her stream went, her bladder pouring out a seemingly endless supply of urine. Abby had never peed so much in her entire life. She could’ve put out a house fire with this much fluid. It was well over a minute before it finally slowed down to a trickle, then tapered off with a final few drops. Abby let out a final deep sigh, dropping her head into her hands with her elbows leaning on her thighs. She felt light-headed as feelings of euphoria flowed through her body. A tingling sensation ran up her spine, sending a little shiver down her back. Her whole body felt weak. For another minute she sat there, eyes closed and breathing deep, feeling exhausted and more relieved than she ever had in her life. She couldn’t believe peeing could feel this good. It had been such a close call, but somehow she had made it just on time. Well… almost. When she finally opened her eyes and surveyed the situation around her, she was taken aback by what she saw. The floor in front of the toilet was flooded with large puddles of her pee. Even in the few seconds that she had leaked before she sat down, she had unleashed an incredible amount. She felt her underwear which sat stretched between her thighs, and found every bit of it was completely drenched. Her pants, thankfully, had avoided most of the impact, save for a few minor wet patches which would dry quickly anyway. Slowly she got up, pulling her wet panties back around her waist. She didn’t have any spares, so she had no option but to wear them for the rest of the day. Maybe it was a little gross, but at that moment she was just too happy and relieved to care. With her pants back up, she stepped gingerly around the puddles. God, that’s a lot of pee. She definitely couldn’t leave this mess behind. Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of toilet paper and set to work. After a lot of bending over and wiping, Abby stood back and examined the scene, feeling satisfied that she had cleaned up as best she could. There was no evidence to tell that some poor young woman had half pissed themselves in here. Slinging her handbag back over her shoulder, Abby brushed herself down before opening the door and stepping outside. Mrs. Wilkins, who’d been waiting by the door, looked at her as she emerged. “Feel better?” she asked with a smile. Abby blushed a little again, but nodded and replied, “Yeah, much better.” “Good. Now wait for me, I have to go too.” With that, Mrs. Wilkins disappeared into the restroom, while Abby stood waiting outside, still feeling immensely relieved after her agonizing, five-hour long wait. How on earth did I not wet myself? She honestly had no idea. It had been a truly monumental effort, and she had been pushed to her absolute limit. Yet somehow, through some incredible feat of strength, she had held on. She couldn’t help but feel a little pride at her tenacity. It had certainly been an eventful trip to say the least, and she sure as hell was glad it was finally over. At least now she had learned a valuable lesson: never pass up an opportunity to use the bathroom. That was one mistake she would never make again. The End
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  35. Shokicho's artwork

    This album deals with pictures drawn by myself
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  36. DLSL-302

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    enjoy~
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  37. If anyone have some polish girls wetting videos I'll love if u send these here.
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  38. I had a female friend with benefits who had a suspicion and made a comment asking me if I had a bit of a pee fetish as I had made multiple pee jokes when we were around each other. I got all flustered and she said that it was ok if I did and that I could trust her so I broke down and told her about enjoying both seeing others wet them selfs and wetting myself.
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  39. That's w_dpr_4.mp4. I uploaded it today. I uploaded one today.
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  40. Its weird to ask your S/O to frequent another part of your home for a few hours so you can test out your bosses new live pee holding forum for them
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  41. i didnt die but i almost wish i did, i was already sweating but something about leaning into a kitchen counter with my hair ratty in my face looking at the mirror above the sink into my own eyes as im literally incapable of NOT makign little noises was was ok maybe it was just a little hot actually but oh my gooooddd ive gotta go. my professional pretense is out the window its gone i cant stop squirming long enough to care
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  42. The bends did help me feel it more, its not exactly pressure but when I move around like that I can feel it slosh around inside me and it makes things slightly urgey at the gates, if you know what I mean. I'll consider it, but this is all after a long day of work so I'm enjoying being lazy.
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  43. 2,974 downloads

    The story of this video is in another post. Enjoy!
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  44. Panel 4

    From the album: The Test

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  45. MGF Emily

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    Ok so I haven’t been able to find this beautiful goddess Emily anywhere but these are older content that she submitted. I hope to see her again one day
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  46. As far as fetishes go we should probably be happy it isn't something a lot worse.
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  47. Version 1.0.0

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    So here is the third of my favourite models. She is absolutely beautiful with a young innocent face. She obviously loves what she's doing because a cheeky smile comes over her face in most of her wetting scenes. As usual I'd love to know her name, website, Twitter if anyone can supply the information and obviously more videos of her. Screenshots are in order of video but number nine wouldn't allow it
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  48. Version 1.0.0

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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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