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  1. 10 points
  2. Sandy now was pretty much sure she was doomed. She had to do something to prevent an accident but all of her solutions were to … impolite. Her mind was racing as fast as her pencil onto the sheet of paper that now looked like it was drawn on by a toddler. She was nervous, she was scared and she was in pain, and all because she didn’t pay attention to were she put her feet earlier. Suddenly her tumultuos storm of bad thoughts got interrupted by Olives voice who asked: “Can I get some ice tea?” “Oh God please no”, was what she thought, her mouth however said painfully smiling :”Sure!” She got up and the agony immediately made her cramp together. “Do you still need to pee, Sandy?” “Yes, it doesn’t go away that easy, Olive.” She opened the cupboard, gave the girl her favourite glass and then grabbed the jug half filled with not so fresh ice tea. Of course she had to pick the drink which looked the most like freshly collected urine. Pouring it into the glass was far from being fun. Her thighs were melted together and her hand once again had to be there to help. Moaning she completed this simple task while making Olive giggle like the child she was. “It’s not funny!”, Sandy told her while trying not to laugh aswell “I have to pee really bad!” “IIIAAAAAANN!”, she screamed again out of nowhere. This sudden raise of voice startled Sandy. What followed was a warm sensation of something liquid running down her bare legs. It was only a few drops and thankfully Olive didn’t notice. There was however still time for her to do so for Sandy’s legs were now shiny and moist. She wiped the wetness away with her hands as the girl wasn’t looking. The patch on her shorts was now visible again. Sandy was at her limits. The hope of Ian getting out of the bathroom in time had faded away hours ago. The garden was now her dream destination, but again was it really a good idea? The woman began to desperately pee dance around the kitchen, not caring about Olive anymore. The little girl was stunned by that sight, fascinated and concerned. “Can you hold it?”, she asked her babysitter. Sandy who was barely able to stand up straight by that point looked at her and whispered: “Not for long!” “Are you going to pee your pants?” Olive began to develop slight worries. No answer was given to this question. Instead, Sandy reached for her phone and once again decided to call Liza: If Sandy was going to empty her bladder in the garden she wanted to get permission first. Everything to avoid getting in trouble later on. The phone was ringing … nothing was happening. Impatiently she jumped from one foot to the other with her left hand pressed against her delicate vagina. With a distressed tone in her voice she whispered: “Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up!” Olive asked confused: “Are you calling mom again?” In that moment a muffled voice chimed from the phone: “Hey Sandy!” With the heart in her throat Sandy gathered all her courage to make this embarassing request. Panicky she explained: “Liza, Ian is still locked in the bathroom and I’m in desperate need for the toilet!” “Oh no, honey, are you ok?!” “No …. I really gotta go, Liza, is there any chance I might …” Before Sandy could ask the big question, Liza quickly interrupted her: “Sandy, listen to me …” she carefully began to explain “if it’s really that urgent then go down in the basement and pee in one of the buckets that we got there there!” “The basement?” Not the answer she was expecting. “Yes, the basement! Just go down there, the door is open, there are plenty of buckets in there, take the best one you can find and do your business in it.” “Can I?” Such good news were bringing tears to her eyes “are you sure?!” “Yes, Sandy, yes! Feel free to do so.” “But what do I do with the bucket then?” A sudden spurt shot through Sandys fingers. Olive immediately noticed the splashes on the floor. Liza continued explaining: “There’s an old sink there, just flush it down the drain after you’re done!” “Oh … ok, thank you, Liza! I’m so sorry for this!” “No worries, dear, now go! I can hear you’re in pain!” She didn’t have to tell Sandy twice. The babysitter threw the phone onto the table and stormed out of the kitchen, into the hallway and then down the stairs to the basement door, further losing drops on the way there. She slammed the door open but then - darkness. Where on earth was the lightswitch? Sandy began to blindly search for it while brushing her hands along the cold wall. It’s rough texture was scratching her fingertips as she suddenly felt something plasticky underneath them. There was a button, she pressed it and suddenly the light went on. “Oh thank God!” Shaking she looked around for buckets and luckily she found one soon after. It wasn’t the biggest one, it was even to small to be described as “medium sized” but did Sandy care? No. With pulled down shorts and panties she put the bucket right underneath her outlet, there was no time anymore to squat and then, a wild, delicious gush of pee began to fill up the container. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”, a painful moan of relief, followed by many others, escaped the young woman’s mouth. Oh what an overwhelming sense of pleasure she suddenly felt. The powerful sound of the stream filling up the bucket bounced along the walls of the room and climbed up the stairs and probably even went down the hallway. “Fuck yeah!”, she said, in silence, after all there were still children in the house. Foam was forming inside the bucket and was swirling around in elegant manner. Sandy got weaker and weaker but she kept on peeing like there was no tomorrow. What a sensation! She pissed away the suffering and all the agonizing pain. Sandy was happy as never before. “Oh God, I gotta do this again!” Now, at the end of her teenage years, in such awkwardly unexpected circumstances, she found a new source of pleasure. An arousing activity that would bring her many hours of joy in the future. This was the beginning of something and she enjoyed the relief right until the last drop. The bucket in the end was heavy and almost filled to the brim, Sandy had to be careful not to spill anything on her way to the sink. She wobbled all the way there without pulling her shorts up first. The amount of pee was smelly and it sour flavour was scratching the babysitter’s nose. The golden product was soon gone, flushed down the drain, never to be seen again and Sandy - she was glad that it was all over. As Liza finally came home later on, Sandy couldn’t stop thanking her for helping her and also not making a big deal out of it. As she then told Sandy a couple of days later over the phone Ian eventually got out of the bathroom, his decision to do so however came long after Sandy had left, to the point that even Liza, who arrived home already needing to pee, evetually had to go outside, in the garden because she couldn’t hold it anymore. “It made me understand what you had to go through that night. I’m so sorry about Ian’s behaviour. I gave him the punishment he deserved!” “No worries, Liza. I’m glad you understand.” “Will we see eachother soon again?” “I’ll be there if you need me, Liza.” What is there more to say to this story other than it all took a happy, wet ending.
    9 points
  3. Hei everyone! My first writing her got so many nice and supporting comments that I decided I had to write more. My first writing was quite serious so I thought this time I would write something maybe not so serious. This happened very recently, last weekend in fact! But I have wet myself so many times playing football that I had lots to choose from but as this was most recent I thought that best. I play football (soccer) almost every week for a local girls team near to where I live. I’m weak and short but but I am fast and I’m quite good player so I usually play at right side of defence. My team is located a short drive from my apartment and each time I play (I don’t play away games) my boyfriend always drives me there and back and sometimes he will stay to watch. What I write now has happened a lot of times. Currently playing football is one of the only times I am likely to have a full accident and fully wet myself, unless I am caught in very bad situation. I have played for this team almost 3 years now. But what I write today is the most recent but is very much similar to every other time. I arrived at where my team plays, it is small place with only the pitch and a small building that acts as changing rooms. My boyfriend drove me there, wished me luck and then left to go do his own thing. I did not need to use changing rooms, I never do I always come dressed in my football clothes and I have boots in my bag. My football clothes are the teams shirt, my own black sports shorts, football boots, sports bra and my own socks. When I play football I wear always the same black panties (don’t know correct word to describe them but they cover my butt, I don’t own or wear thongs) because they’re so comfortable. I left the car and went to join my teammates who were near the pitch. I said hello to them and we talked for a while before the coach gathered us to talk about the match. We were talked about tactics and positions. I was to play my usual place on the right side of defence. The match started well and we took an early lead after our striker managed to run straight through their defence then beat the keeper. I was being kept busy by their left midfielder who tried to beat me lot off times and if I got close she was too strong for me and kept pushing me away. I made a tactic to keep my distance and shadow her and it seemed to work well. She was stronger but slower than me so at a distance I had taken away her biggest advantage. The match had been played for maybe 20-25 minutes when I first wet myself. We were attacking a corner and because I m so short and weak I am always one of the two who is told to stay back and defend. I had been stood doing nothing for quite long time because first there was pushing and shoving in the box and then a dog came running on the pitch. It was then I got very sudden and strong urge to pee and a few seconds later pee was dribbling into my panties. This happens many times when I play football. I think it s because it is the only time I drink sports drinks and they fly straight to my bladder. I think it is usually when I am standing still or doing nothing that I am hit with the urge. I crossed my legs to have a look around to see if my other defending teammate was close by. She wasn’t. So, I squatted down and pretended to tie my shoelaces. Pee poured through my panties and out of my shorts leg holes. I continued to pretend to tie my laces but it was getting to the point that I was peeing so long time that I started to worry I looked stupid so I stood back up and pee continued to run through the leg holes and down my legs and onto my boots and socks. It was actually really big pee and my legs, feet, crotch and bum wear soaked. I shook myself to shake off any remaining drops and then continued to stare at the dog that was still avoiding to be caught. At half time the score was 1-1. We had lost a goal after we had given a foul and they had scored through the free kick. We were all gathered at the side of pitch getting a talk from our coach. We were all listening and drinking sports drinks and water. I was given further instructions to press my opponent harder. I tried to say that she was too strong but she didn’t want to hear it, I was told to get close and not to give her space. The second half started and the game was slow. We were happy passing the ball around our defence and midfield but not making any passes that might be risky and the other team seemed happy to let us do this. After some time the other team got the ball and came at us fast. A long hall was played towards their left midfield so I ran to pointlessly challenge her in the air. She won and then pushed me over as she burst past. I stayed on the floor and we were given free kick for it. The girl who pushed me over said some things when she walked back past me but I’m terrified of confrontation so I ignored her and hid near my much bigger teammate. I don’t know why I do that! It’s so embarrassing! I am actually pathetic if it comes to confrontation. It was now maybe 30-35 minutes into the second half and it was still 1-1. Again the same girl who had pushed me over few times came running at me. I tried to shadow her but I could hear our coach calling me to get close to her which I did. I ran closer and tried to steal the ball. She shielded the hall by turning her back to me and pushing her butt out to get some space. I tried uselessly to get around her to get the ball but she was too good. I took a couple steps backwards and I was taken by surprise when she quickly turned and ran straight at me. I tried to get out of her way but I accidentally made it worse and ended up throwing myself into her. I was thrown hard to the floor and I landed painfully on my right side. I wasn’t hurt but the landing had been painful. I was winded and I struggled little bit to get my breath back. I rolled onto my stomach. The referee blew her whistle and loads of players gathered around me and the other girl, we had both got hurt in the clash. I had teammates patting me on the back asking if I was okay and telling me good job for winning the free kick. I couldn’t roll of my stomach because if I did they would have seen I was wetting myself. When I had landed I had immediately started to pee. It came from nowhere but I started peeing very slightly the moment I bounced of the floor but once started it did not stop I stayed on my stomach hoping my body would hide any evidence that I was wetting myself. Some of my teammates were becoming concerned so I said that I was okay and just catching my breath. That seemed to work and I was given more space to breath. I don’t know how long I was on the floor but it didn’t feel like such long time. I waited few seconds after I had stopped wetting myself to make sure there was no more to come out. I pushed myself to my feet and some pee that had rested in my shorts trickled down my legs. I shook myself again and a few drops did come loose from my underwear and shorts. I composed myself to continue but then I noticed I was being substituted so I made my way off the pitch. I told our coach that I was okay to continue but she said no, she said I had a big impact and that I shouldn’t continued. So I called my boyfriend to pick me up and watched the final minutes of the match at a safe distance from my other teammates. It ended 1-1. My boyfriend arrived short time after the match ended. I got into his car, being careful to keep my wet butt of his seat and on the towel he had already laid down for me. I had just sat down when he made a playful comment about my smell. I probably did smell bad. I was sweaty from the match and soaked in pee. I can’t imagine I was nice to be stuck in car with. But he didn’t complain. He just gently teased me and drove us home. I could write so many of these but they are all basically same. Playing football is the only time I don’t care too much about wetting myself. Maybe because I know the whole game can’t stop just so I can go to the toilet? I don’t know. But I genuinely don’t feel embarrassed about wetting myself playing football and I’m pretty sure my teammate has done same thing in the past. This is why I wear the same panties and shorts every time I play football. They are perfect. My panties are so comfy and don’t give me uncomfort at all even when they are wet and my shorts are light so don’t hold much wetness and their black colour barely shows any wetness. My boyfriend always says if he didn’t know me, smell me in the car or see me in wet underwear when changing for shower he would never know I had wet myself. I think this also gives me confidence to not feel embarrassed. Thank you for reading! I hope you have lovely day!
    5 points
  4. I woke up early one morning to my usual alarm: a full bladder. The familiar swell of morning urine was visible by a bump in the waistband of my baby blue panties. I was so tired, but I managed to roll out of bed and stumble into the hallway. "Hey, Felicity," my roommate greeted as she entered the bathroom. I shyly covered my chest, wearing only a white tank top. "Hey," I mumbled back as she shut the door. My hand went to my crotch as the sensation started to get to me. I retreated into my room and threw on a big, black t-shirt. I wasn't going to get completely dressed since I usually went back to bed after I pee'd for the first time. I sat on the edge of my bed, squirming and pinching at my crotch. I could hear the patter of my roommate's urine stream through the walls, an uncomfortable reminder. I heard the front door open and close. "Danielle?" a male voice called. My heart started fluttering. I had a huge crush on my roommate's brother. "I'm in the bathroom, I'll be right out!" she called back. I really wanted to talk to him. I hurried over to my mirror and sat on the floor in front of it, my legs criss-crossed and jiggling from my need to pee. I hurriedly started brushing my knotted, silver-blond hair, scooting back and forth. I took out my makeup and started on that, too. It was a little tedious because I could hardly sit still. I winced and wriggled my butt as I screwed the eyeliner cap back on, grabbing my vagina right after. Man, I had to pee. I had to pee so bad my back teeth were swimming. I moved my foot under my butt so I could scoot my pussy into my heel. Not long after that, if I wasn't holding or rubbing myself, I was fucking with the waistband of my underwear. The bit of pressure it put on my pee baby was enough to make me aware of it, slightly intensifying my distracting urge to urinate. I was desperate by the time I finished. I could hear the two talking in the main room. I stood up and froze there with my legs crossed for a minute, my full bladder pulsating with urgency. I stood dancing at my dresser as I pulled off my big shirt and decided what to wear. I almost couldn't even think. My urinary system demanded so much of my attention. My urethra, as well as my thighs, were constantly straining to keep my pee in. I never held my morning pee in this long. It was practically unheard of. I hopped from foot to foot, huffing in frustration. I was overthinking my outfit. Plus, I was starting to sweat from having to pee so bad. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, squeezing and unsqueezing between my legs and pulling at my the butt of my underwear like I had a wedgie or something. I threw something on, checked myself out in the mirror (pee dancing of course), then took it off and stood there puzzling again. A surge of pressure threatened to make me piss myself right there. I gripped myself and doubled over, filling my cheeks with air and squeezing my eyes shut. A little bit of pee trickled out and dampened my underwear, making me hop around and writhe madly to keep my urine in. My eyes were watering. I thought I had more control than this. I couldn't believe I was about to piss myself! I jumped into some jean shorts and threw on a sweatshirt, deciding any further outfit choice could be made after my pressing need was taken care of. It was an emergency. I scrambled to my bedroom door and swung it open, finding myself face to face with my roommate's brother. "Hey," he greeted, with a smile that made me melt. "H-hey," I replied, struggling to stay composed. "I didn't know you were home," he said, entering the bathroom. No no no, please, let me in first... "Oh, yeah, I'm home," I stuttered awkwardly, trying to nonchalantly cross my legs. My bladder was pounding with urgency. He looked down at my antsy feet. "Hey, do you want to use the bathroom first?" he asked, stepping out. I turned so red my face felt hot. "No, no! Go ahead, seriously! I was just... going to get some breakfast." "Ah," he said, smiling at me as he shut the door. I wedged my hands between my thighs and doubled over. I couldn't even remember a time where I needed to pee this badly. "Breakfast, huh?" my roommate teased from down the hallway. I shushed her. "What do you want? A smoothie? A bowl of cereal with extra milk? Whatever you have, you're definitely gonna want some orange juice." I hobbled into the kitchen, sitting uncomfortable on a stool and tightly crossing my legs, rocking back and forth. "I have to go so bad, Dani, I feel like I'm gonna pee my pants..." "Why'd you wait so long?" There was a pause. "You were doing your makeup for Adam, is that it?" "Shut up! No I wasn't!" I said in a hushed voice. "Well, you probably have time to pee in the sink. He told me he had to shit." My heart sunk. "What? You're joking." She shrugged. "He did offer you the bathroom first. You didn't wanna take it. So what do you want to eat, for real this time?" I gasped as a little bit of urine leaked out. I squeezed my crotch and froze, tightening every muscle in my body. "Jeez, Felicity..." "Don't do that..." I muttered, hiding my face in my hands. "This is so embarrassing..." "Hey, everyone's gotta pee," she playfully punched my in the shoulder. "Distract yourself. What do you want to eat?" I groaned. "I don't want to pile anything on top of this," I said, grimacing. "Eggs it is," she said, pulling them out of the fridge. "You want toast, too?" A little bit more urine leaked out and I jumped out of the seat, writhing around crazily, trying not to piss on myself. "O-Oh my god!" I gasped, dropping down to one knee to dig my heel into my dribbling vagina. The pressure just wouldn't dissipate. It lingered furiously, threatening to push more liquid waste out of my exhausted urethra at any moment. My underwear was pretty warm and wet at this point. I could feel the firm shape of my bloated urinary organ in my lower belly, especially when I tried to stand up straight. Danielle lowered her voice. "Okay, completely serious, you probably do have time to pee in the sink. It's better than peeing your pants." "I can't!" I said, on the brink of tears. "Ohhh god..." I whined, wriggling like crazy. "Look at me. Are you gonna pee your pants if you keep holding it much longer?" My bladder felt like it was going to explode. It hurt so much I couldn't breathe. I couldn't answer her question. I just unbuttoned my shorts and, holding myself as tight as I could, got up and rushed to the sink. I peed a little bit as I stood up. I yanked my shorts down and hopped up on the sink, bursting almost as soon as I was in position. I let out a choked sigh of relief, shuddering with euphoria. As if on cue, I heard the bathroom door open. In terror, I clenched every muscle below my waist, painfully stemming the stream to a dribble, and hopped off the sink. I frantically yanked my pants up, slowly wetting my underwear more and more. I writhed around and clutched at my vagina, desperately trying to force my screaming, overfull bladder to stop draining. Adam turned the corner as the dribbling grew to a jet of piss spraying out of my urethra, soaking the crotch of my jean shorts, rapidly traveling down my inner thighs and letting yellow liquid streak down my legs. His face went white, looking completely shocked as he watched my soil my pants. Danielle had her hnds cupped over her mouth in shock. Urine pattered at my feet. My legs were pressed tightly together, and my hand was gripping my squirting vagina. I couldn't look in anyone's direction as I suddenly bolted past them and into the bathroom, my bladder continuing to drain as I did so, undoubtedly leaving a trail of piss behind me. I emptied my bladder completely into my shorts while I sat on the toilet, wholeheartedly mortified and in disbelief of what just happened.
    5 points
  5. Commission #54 & 55 ❤️ 💛 💦💛❤️ Anonymous Commission. Characters: Pyra & Mythra (Xenoblade Chronicles)
    4 points
  6. I have noticed that after being 2 years at home, my bladder has gotten a lot weaker, so I am back again with a slightly humiliating (but hopefully still enjoyable) story! So, to give some extra backstory, I don't live that far away from the local library. I say like a 15-minute walk. So, I enjoy doing my work and some studying in the library! It keeps me more focussed, more organised and generally more engaged in whatever I am doing, plus the small bit of exercise and fresh air that I get right before and after a session is always nice! So, last week, I decided to plan a work session for around 1,5 hours. I took my laptop and two bottles of water with me. I was wearing a short plaid skirt, and a sweater and I had some black shorts under my skirt that I had tied firmly around my waist so they wouldn't slide from under the skirt. The shorts are more used as a protective layer in case someone sees under my skirt, so that's why I wore one! Especially when out in public, I like to wear shorts under my skirts. I arrived at the library and sat down at my usual spot. I took out my laptop and bottle of water and started working. Everything was going fine until I could feel the slightly uncomfortable weight pressing down on my bladder. I shifted a bit in my seat, both curious to see what happened, and too lazy to get up and use the toilet at the library itself. When I had finished my work and also the two water bottles, I could feel like my bladder was full. Yet, I wanted to see how far I could go. I wanted to push my buttons a bit and try out something new. I assumed I'd be able to hold it all the way back home. In the end, it was only a 15-minute walk. Well, I should really stop giving my bladder that much credit as I didn't exactly make it. The first half of the walk went fine! But in the second half, I was starting to really struggle and small spurts escaped in my panties. I wanted to hold myself, but I was too horrified that anyone would see me. So I just speed-walked as best as I could, clenching every muscle and trying not to make it obvious that I was really, really desperate to pee. Right as I could see my house, however, I was on the brink of losing it. The drawstring of my shorts was pressing down on my poor, exhausted bladder and I was dancing as I tried to make it the last few meters back home. As I entered, my bladder was giving up and I held myself with everything I could, but pee was dribbling down my legs. I lifted my skirt, but the shorts were too tight to be pulled down nor to be opened. I watched in horror as I made a massive puddle on my floor.
    4 points
  7. With a summer of family vacations ahead of me, and a minimum of opportunities for omo, I thought that I´d get the best out of the last week on my own. I challenged myself to wet every day, but in different settings every time. A week to celebrate wetting diversity. Here is how it turned out. MONDAY: LATEX UNDERWEAR I had never tried latex clothing before, and it was my partners suggestion to buy me some, to see how it is to wet them. To try something completely new would be a good start of this week, I thought. I managed to put them on (a bit tricky) and we went in to the bathroom. Even if I had been needing to pee for a while I found it hard to really let go, so I started peeing little by little. Soon the panties started to bulge. It was like filling a water balloon. A very strange feeling. After filling up a bit more I could slosh the pee around with my hand, and it was kind of nice to stimulate myself without really touching. I just put some pressure on the “balloon” and let the waves of my own pee roll over me. When I peed it felt like peeing while you´re taking a bath, because the pee just went straight into the lake surrounding me. And the underwear hadn´t leaked one single drop yet. We were almost nervous what would happen when I kept peeing, if everything would just pop and splash out suddenly, but it didn´t. After a while some was trickling down my legs though, and I noticed that if I put too much pressure with my hand on the underwear, or moved my legs around, it would leak. Bending my knees resulted in gushing on the floor. The experience was more fun and interesting than sexy, to be honest. It didn´t really kick my fetish buttons. I´m just too much of a pants wetter. But it could be exciting to wear them under regular clothing and not really know when they will start leaking and wet my pants. Must try that some other time. TUESDAY: BIKE WETTING AND RAIN WETTING I was going to town in some errands, and the plan was to wet my shorts on my bike on the way, swim in the city lake, change, do my shopping and head home. I waited until I needed to pee and headed out. I took the shortest route, and it was busy with traffic from both cars and other cyclists. I only let out spurts when there was nobody nearby, but I still managed so soak the seat of my blue shorts well, and I could see the drops falling down. When I got to town I had to pass by what seemed to be a big group of tourists from another country out on a stroll around the lake. I came behind and passed them by. I kept going until I reached a beach where I was alone. I parked my bike, took my shoes and t-shirt off, but then I saw the long line of tourists coming my way and I realized I didn´t have time to go into the water before they started to pass me by. I didn´t want to have their staring tourist eyes all over my exotic soaked ass, and I also still needed to pee and didn´t know if the water temperature was warm enough to allow my bladder to relax there. So I just quickly sat down in the grass, and discreetly wet myself right there, as the groups were slowly passing by. They were still staring at me, but I knew there was no way they could see what I was doing. Once they had all passed by, and before someone else came, I hurried out on the bridge and jumped in. I was surprised to find the water comfortably warm, and could enjoy my swim for a while, but it started to rain, and I thought I might get up, get dressed and put my rain jacket on before it started gushing down. I also took some tissues and cleaned my bike a little. Just as I also wiped my left shoe where I had seen some pee trickle down, a dog walker stopped and started talking to me “Have you… (wet yourself? Peed your pants? Had an accident? How did she know?)…been swimming?” (Yeah, of course) “Oh yeah, it was actually pretty warm” I said, and we talked a bit before we parted ways. To go swimming for some reason always leads to conversations with strangers, especially early or late in the season when people think I’m crazy because the water is so cold. The fun thing is, I have almost always just peed myself when this happens, and if they knew that, they would probably think it made perfect sense for me to jump in and get myself clean. But I keep that part to myself. I did my errands, and had one left, a big popular secondhand store in the outskirts of the town where I wanted to look for some birthday gifts for my partner. But I really needed to pee again. I guess I never emptied completely before. Suddenly wetting again on the way home felt like a good idea, but then I wouldn´t be able to concentrate on the shopping, so I decided to just go and pee in the next store anyway, since I knew they had bathrooms. I got up on my bike, and the rain was now pouring down. My black sport pants were soon wet. And then it struck me that I could basically do whatever now and nobody would see a thing. After 5 more minutes of biking in the rain towards the industrial area, I was even more soaked and made my decision. I let the first spurt out still on the bike when I was turning in to the parking lot by the store. As I parked my bike I peed myself right there with lots of cars and people passing by. Not a full flooding, but enough to go down my legs, as I let some pressure go, before I went in to do my shopping, drenched in both rainwater and pee, but fully comfortable. When I was done there I got out to my bike again, and this time I just stood there with my back against the building, relaxed and carelessly let the pee flow into my pants as the cars kept passing me by. I stopped and looked down my legs. Nothing really showed so I let go again, no longer even caring about the shoes. It felt amazing. WEDNESDAY: DIAPERED BEDWETTING I have told you before about how hard it was for me to accept my love for peeing my pants. It took many years of shame. When I finally came to embrace it, I wasn´t ready to accept that I also had some interest and curiosity in diapers, so this took another little while for me to start exploring. First experimenting with towels, then I bought a package of dry-nites for teens in the supermarket just to see if they would possibly fit me. They are really tight, but I can actually wear them without discomfort. I like the feeling of being protected and start peeing into a diaper. I like the possible sneakiness about it. But after I have wet there´s something missing. The feeling of wet fabric against my skin, the look and humiliation of peed pants are important parts of my fetish that I don´t get from a diaper wetting so it just doesn´t turn me on as much. It doesn’t mean I don´t like it. It´s still very comfortable and relaxing. So, the night before Wednesday I slept diapered with plans to wet in the morning. The earlier times I´ve done this have been really bad for my sleep, but this time I didn´t have a night shift ahead of me or anything so I could be more relaxed. I still woke up a bit too early, but I just stayed in bed, as I felt the need to pee starting to come. I have never been a bedwetter, not even as a small kid or while completely drunk. My body seems to have strong barriers. So to just lie there fully protected and allow it to happen feels so wrong and so cool. It took a while before I could let a few leaks out, but then after some time I started peeing in longer spurts, feeling the warm diaper swell up. I started my morning routine of checking my phone while still peeing what was left in my bladder, and now my diaper was at its limit and the wet patch on the protective sheet was growing. I felt a little bit turned on, but since I have found it hard to really get there during diaper play, I boosted myself with some stories of sneaky diaper wettings in public from the Omutsu section on here, and it worked just fine. What a great start of the day. THURSDAY: JEANS WETTING WITH PRIVATE SCENARIO Thursday was busy. Work all day, and then I´d go directly from work to beer and karaoke with my friends. Some of the rules I have when it comes to omo play are “don´t do it at work”, “don´t do it around friends”, and “don´t do it in public while under influence of alcohol”. So what I planned for this day was to wet myself at home at night, but spice it up with some build up on the way home. Trying to think of an embarrassing public scenario that I would imagine myself to end up in. This is something I do pretty often, and it usually adds a lot to the excitement of the wetting. It´s like roleplaying with myself, and combined with the real physical sensations it has often created a memory I can go back to in my mind, almost feeling like the imagined accident happened for real. I had a great night out, and five beers later I was on the train home with a bladder starting to fill up after the last bathroom visit at the pub. I had met a friend on the pub who lived in the same area so instead of getting into my scenario I had to sit all the way listening to him ranting about his loyalty against his workplace as he had been offered a new job somewhere else, and he didn´t know what to do… I got off the train and headed home, needing to pee, not yet desperate, but in my head I had been holding for a long time. Me and my imagined friends were going out partying in the city, had to walk a bit to the place, and I was really longing for the relief. Once I got inside my home and looked for a towel to place on the floor so that the puddle wouldn´t spread all over, my bladder started to spasm a bit. I was in front of the mirror, but I was also in the line to a night club, realizing I wouldn´t be able to hold it if they didn´t let us in soon, and that my grey jeans wouldn´t hide anything if something happened. Then I peed myself. Everything just came out, and all I could think of was “How amazing aren´t these jeans to pee in?” I tried to think of the scenario, but it was 1.30 am, I was a bit drunk and it just kept coming back to how great it felt and how the jeans did such a perfect job spreading my pee all over myself with very little ending up on the floor. Lesson learned – scenarios are better played when you have more focus. It didn´t really add much to it this time but it was still a great wetting (because how awesome aren´t those jeans...) It´s also obvious that there is no recipe for the perfect wetting experience. What works best varies from time to time. FRIDAY: STRESS LEAKS As much as I love slowly losing control during extreme desperation, it´s something I for bladder health reasons only do on very special occasions, and that kind of loss of control has only happened to me when I planned it and chugged much more water than my body needed. I just don´t ever get urgently desperate in my daily life. But there are other ways I can make myself lose control, at least a little bit. I have the typical stress leaks after childbirth. It happens usually while running but also sometimes while walking fast, especially downhill, and it doesn´t have to be a lot in my bladder when this happens. This is a matter of conflicting feelings for me. I have been proud of my strong bladder, and the ability to fully control in what situations I wanna get wet, so it annoys me to see that I don´t always have that control anymore. But I´m determined to find ways to enjoy even my genuine small accidents. One thing I do for fun sometimes is to wear some light colored jeans and take a walk without peeing beforehand, knowing that if I leak a few times before I´m home it might almost or slightly soak through my jeans, and it´s exciting not really knowing if it will happen or not. This time I chose my yellowish jeans. I had found them on the shelf at work where people put clothes they no longer use so that others can have them. I don´t like the color, but they fit me well, so I just use them for omo stuff. I headed out for an hour long route this time, through the village, across the motorway, into the forest, and then back home. I was only needing to pee a little bit when I left, but had been drinking a couple of big glasses of water so I knew it would hit my bladder sooner or later. It did when I was halfway through the forest. I had some urges to pee when I stopped to take photos, and could feel the pee right close at the opening as I walked, but I was still dry when I crossed the motorway bridge that took me back to the village. I started to think that I might actually make it home dry. How boring. But there were still some long steep downhills left, and I knew they would probably get me. Down the first hill, there it was. A few warm drops slipping out into my underwear. But it was so little. I was over the last hill and almost home. I clenched my muscles and held on well. A bit too well. So the last few steps downhill I was speeding up my pace, stretching my legs, and was soon rewarded with a bigger warm leak coming out. I quickly touched my crotch, and it was possibly a bit damp, but all wetness was in my underwear. Once home I just couldn´t resist letting a spurt out while looking at myself in the mirror. It shut straight out and created a cute little patch on my thigh. Time for masturbation with a bladder still nicely full before going to the bathroom, shower, and get ready for work. SATURDAY: SNEAKY “SURPRISE” WETTING Another busy day. It was my fantastic, perverted boyfriend´s birthday, and we had only two hours to celebrate it before I had to go to work. Before he came I needed to wrap his present gifts, cook dinner, do laundry and of course dress up for him. Grey suit pants, a shirt, a tie, and a suit vest would make his fetish senses happy. With our tight schedule of dinner, cake eating, cuddling and sex I would also need to sneak in a wetting. One of my favorite partner play is to do it unannounced, and just waiting for the other to notice. He does this to me too sometimes. This time it was a little bit too predictable though. He knew about my 7 day challenge, he even asked me how it had been so far while we were having dinner on the balcony. Of course he expected me to do it again today. But at least I managed well to hide my growing desperation and just pretend to be relaxed during dinner. When we had finished our cake and started kissing, we went to the mirror in the hallway. “Let´s see if we´re looking good together” I said, and immediately let a spurt out in my pants. I could feel it trickle all the way down my leg. When he smiled and said “Oh yeah” I first thought he had noticed me peeing, but he was just admiring the way we looked. We made out, and I peed myself again while kissing him. It was cosy. Looked down at my pants and was surprised to see the wetting still didn´t show at all. I hadn´t wet these grey pants before, and apparently, they were almost waterproof on the inside. At least for now. We were getting horny (well, we had been all the time) and S put his hand in my pants and felt my wet underwear. “Hmm… is this pee or…” he said, and I didn´t reply. But I kept letting long spurts out. “You´re wetting yourself, right?” he said after a while. I looked down, and there was a small puddle at my feet, but still not a sign on the pants. The puddle was slowly growing as the pee ran out of my leg holes, and we put a towel there before it crawled away too long. The outside of my suit pants still appeared dry and clean. That is, until we both had reached climax and my left leg was covered in cum. Now I didn´t look that presentable anymore, but it was all his fault. S went to undress, while I remained standing on my towel, now able to relax and fully empty my bladder. With this more intense stream the pee finally made it through the fabric and there were a few small dark patches in the crotch and down the legs. I guess I have found some new pants that are great for public play. SUNDAY: THE “NOT LIVING ALONE”-BATHROOM WETTING I had saved something great for Sunday. It was my last work shift before vacations, I would be home around 10 pm and as a grand finale I was of course gonna soak my work uniform pants. That has kind of turned into a traditional thing. To add a little special to it, I planned to go down to the beach walk before heading home, sit and watch the sunset as I flooded my pants and maybe take some amazing photos. I had stayed well hydrated all day at work, and my last glasses of water were really kicking in on the train ride home. I couldn´t really think of something else. I knew I could hold it without problem, but the relief would be fantastic. Jumping off the train full of both pee and anticipation, I got a phone call. It was my ex. Our kid had changed his mind and insisted to come to me now instead of in the morning as we had planned. They´d be here in 10 minutes. So, all the nice build up for nothing. I waited by the train stop until they arrived, and I managed to hide both disappointment and the growing need to pee while walking home. I knew I was also in some way lucky. Had I got that phone call just 20 minutes later I would have had something much more embarrassing to try and hide. Now I made it home dry and had a long unsatisfying pee in the toilet. Once the kid was asleep, I wanted to at least complete the challenge, however uninspired I felt after this fail. I locked myself into the bathroom and put on my yellow jeans from Friday. I hadn´t washed them after that small leak. I had peed in suit pants sitting on the toilet before, but not jeans, so that could be something to try. After so many wettings this week it wasn´t hard to let go and pee just as if I had been to the bathroom normally. It actually felt just the same. I peed and I heard the sound of the stream hitting the water, the only difference was that my whole butt was getting warm at the same time. Nothing showed in the front, but of course I ended up with a huge wet patch on my ass. I guess if you just have a sweater to tie around your waist you can be really sneaky with a wetting like that even in public places. So my wetting diversity 7 day challenge was complete. It was fun and I´ll probably do it again some time, with new ideas. BONUS ON DAY 8: ACCIDENTAL WETTING Yeah, isn´t it ironic that after 7 days of deliberate wetting, on the first day of my dry season, I´m having a small unplanned accident in public? I left my kid at home, to go out for a short jog, just 2 km. I had just emptied my bladder, and I hadn´t had much to drink. That meant I should leak a few drops at most, so I didn´t consider it risky to put on my green cotton shorts instead of something more discreet. Well… This day I was wrong about it. I think I had just been running for one minute, when I started leaking. My bladder still felt completely empty so I kept running, but I also kept leaking. Soon I realized it had soaked through my shorts, and the insides of my legs were wet. It was ok in the front, but I had no idea what it looked like from behind. I knew it must be a patch showing. I was just wearing a t-shirt and had no chance to cover the wet crotch, so I took a shortcut home. Only a few cars passed me by, and I didn´t bump into neighbors so it wasn´t that bad. But I didn´t feel so comfortable about this. It always feels kind of boring to leak when the bladder is as good as empty but in more hiding clothes I probably would have enjoyed it more. An accident is a big turn on in my fantasy, and not always that much in reality, but I´ll just have to work on that. I hope you enjoyed reading all of this and get inspired to have your own wetting diversity week! The pics below are from Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.
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  8. I really am a fan of Ada but it was hard for me to imagine a scenario in which she would have an accident. So let's just say a bloated bladder is keeping her from getting her stiletto hidden stiletto up to her hands. Granted I don't know if needing to pee would actually make that bend difficult, but then again I can't fold in half like she can. Anyway hope you enjoy!
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  9. Oh god, not too long ago and this was something that hadn't happened since I was in college. We had gone out clubbing and came back to the house to keep things going at an afterparty. I remember pounding down some alcoholic seltzers while everyone was playing drinking games and then...black out. I woke up in bed early in the morning and felt wet...everywhere. The realization that I had pissed myself pierced through my drunken fog. Even worse my bladder had clearly been absolutely bursting when its muscles gave out and the flood had soaked my clothes, my bedding, everything. Just processing the shock and humiliation took me a few moments as I began to think now what do I do?
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  10. I don't know if this has been mentioned but sailing instructor is a good one that I know of. I was never a full instructor myself but sometimes the White Sale III's would take out the junior sailors at my yacht club and teach them about the bigger boats. It's pretty easy for a male to pee off the side of a boat (I have seen both kids and adults do this multiple times... from behind of course) but practically impossible for a female. We would usually come in for a lunch break but on times that we didn't I know we were all pretty desperate by the end of the trip. I knew at least one girl who had a full fledged accident because I was on the boat with her, but I think it happened semi-frequently. The good news was it was pretty wet sport unless it was a calm day, and an accident was fairly easy to hide as we usually all had wet butts anyways. The only time I ever peed my pants was this one time when I was 11 during a day trip to an island and it was particularly embarrassing. I don't know what happened, but I just really had to pee more than I usually did that day. The worst part was that I actually held it till we arrived at the island. I physically couldn't do it when I was trying to tie up my boat and I had a huge squirt into the bathing suit that I was wearing, and at that point I just left my boat and started running. There was no bathroom on the island however, so everyone had to go into the woods ad I really didn't make it that far. Pee just started coming out uncontrollably. I whipped around a tree and slipped down my bottoms as it gushed out and a couple people including one younger boy a tree in front of me started yelling at me that I was too close to their peeing location. I still cringe when I think about it 😬. I jumper in the water afterwards to make it not look obvious and lied that I just must have peed on my bottoms a bit by accident, but I know some of the other kids knew what actually happened... This is definitely an experience that I wish never happened and I knew could have been prevented if I was a boy and had just peed over the side like so many others do. However if it's somewhat cold out we usually we all had wetsuits on and then even boys would not be able to pull that stunt so easily. We had a female instructor as well when I got older when we were on more frequent day trips, and she held almost as long as we all did every day. I'm pretty sure the male instructors were the same since they probably would have been fired if one of us caught them with their thing out hahaha.
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  11. I have black mesh athletic shorts I got from Walmart about a year ago, and I've wet myself in them before because a friend dared me to hold it for as long as I could. I'm usually not very good at holding though. A little bit started to leak out and I kinda slowed it down at first. No one would be able to tell at all because of the shorts, except for the shiny part that showed up as I peed. But soon my leak sped up again, and after that I couldn't stop it happening. I fully emptied my bladder against my will. I had to admit to him (in text) that I was wetting myself and couldn't stop. It felt like I was peeing for such a long time. The shorts barely showed anything though. I'm sure it was his goal to make me squirm and eventually pee on myself haha. He knows I can't always hold for very long, and he knows about some of the times I couldn't make it. But considering I'm into it if I'm alone, I don't mind him knowing. He playfully teases me, but he also has said he thinks it's cute when I can't hold it. I guess I don't mind him thinking that either.
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  12. I do both depending on my mood, as both have fun parts to them. When I'm standing, my legs get wet too and what I'm wearing feels wetter. While I'm sitting, my butt gets wet.
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  13. Hi! I put this story in a post yesterday to try and prove a point in the "Who can hold it longer, males or females?" thread, but I realized it was pretty long and thought I might add it as a separate story in case anyone was interested by it, so sorry if you already read this. It's one of the only story's I have worth telling anyways. I am one of those people that go to the bathroom about 3-4 times a day, and am not used to being concerned about when the next bathroom might appear since I have a high tolerance for holding even in public. Well... This time I took a beating for it haha 🙂 I was in my first year of university when this happened. I was 18 years old but didn't have a car or drivers license, so in order to visit my boyfriend for the weekend hwo lived in a different town I had to take an hour and a half long bus ride. He was living in residents at a different university than me. I was totally in a rush to catch my bus after school ended at 5:30pm and I don't think I use the bathroom like I usually do after class. I wasn't well hydrated and I barely had to pee then so I didn't think much of it even though I haden't gone since about 10am that morning. I grabbed a sandwich and a large hot chocolate from the Tim Hortons just before getting on my bus at 6:30. I arrived around 8 and definitely had to pee then but still not badly enough to wait in the creepy bus station bathroom line 🙃. It was getting dark and late so I just wanted to keep moving (it wasn't a nice bus station, smaller town). It was a 40 minute walk to the university campus, and I definitely was getting a bit desperate on the walk there which I somewhat enjoyed actually. I was hoping my boyfriend might want to mess with me when I got there but I knew he probably wouldn't, he wasn't really into that unfortunately. Anyways the BIG problem was, when I got there at like 8:45 the girls at the front desk told me there were no guests allowed in the dorms overnight on the weekends, especially since he was on a boys only floor 🤦‍♀️. They said I would need to find another place to stay, which I didn't know how to respond to. I called my boyfriend and he told me to tell them it was fine, which I was confused by but I followed his instructions. He then managed to slip me in one of the side automatic-locking doors and we ran right to his dorm. As soon as I got there I whispered "yay! I'm here so nice to see you.. Umm... where's the bathroom?" And he said "Oh its a shared bathroom out in the hall. Umm... You probably shouldn't go out there" I could NOT believe it hahaha omg, what a guy! We played some card games on the floor for a while and then we decided to go to bed around 10:30. I was totally wiggling and pressing my pelvis against the floor the entire time we were playing games. Every once and a while when I put my hand between my legs, and he would ask me if I was alright. I kept explaining that I needed to pee, but he just kept saying "you really should wait until morning or they might kick you out." I think he was just trying to ignore the problem haha, I don't think he realized how badly I needed to go. Anyways I was really glad we decided to go to bed early as I knew that laying down would help my desperation go away. My body went completely hysterical and I almost squirted bare on the floor when I went to change into my pajamas. Taking the pressure of my clothes off of my vulva always does that to me when I'm holding haha F, but I needed to wear my jeans the next day and I didn't want to put a wet spot in them or anything. This all while my boyfriend left to use the bathroom and brush his teeth haha After a while of shifting around (I think I shoved some blankets tight between my legs because I learned that helps 🙃) I got some short bursts of restless sleep. I eventually woke more up significantly around 5am and noticed I had a massive bladder bulge, basically lifting my pajamas right off of my waist as I lay on my back (which I had never seen before). Very visible, and very uncomfortable I remember. I tried to show my boyfriend but he was sleepy and didn't understand what it was or what was going on. At this point I was so desperate and uncomfortable there was no way I was getting back to sleep. I got up (which made it worse XD), and with my right fully groped around my pelvis I opened the door and carefully started making my way down the dimly lit hall. I saw the male only one but I definitely didn't want to use it. Down by the building entrance (where I first got denied entry) I noticed through the glass in the door that there was no longer anyone guarding the main door. I opened the door to the lobby where I finally saw a proper girls bathroom. Jesus it took some effort XD. I peed for a really long time haha. I got pushed way beyond my limits for what I would consider fun. I held for about 18 hours, although for a lot of that I was not well hydrated it was still a long time and I think the most desperate I have ever been. I never leaked though! My pajamas and underwear from the night before were dry, which was really good now that I think about it as I would have had nowhere to take a shower. I'm really glad I have a space to tell this story actually as I'm slowly remembering more of the details. Looking back it was kind of a fun experience! Although it didn't feel like it at the time. Thank you so much for reading if you made it this far! I'm pretty sure most would not care for such a long story haha but I thought I would share anyways just in case. So may great writers here and I want to contribute. Anyone else have a similar experience? 🙂
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  14. Oh how I love summer. 😊 We have beautiful weather, already above 30 degrees Celsius. Of course you have to drink a lot when it is that hot so I have to pee quite often during the day. I just recently took a little walk around the park in the evening. I was wearing black shorts and a black polo shirt. But the sun also makes me really lazy so I didn’t bother to find a place to pee and just let go in my pants whenever I felt like it. Hmmmmm soo naughty and good 😈😍 And those pants only show it seconds after I pee in them so I didn’t have to worry too much about being discovered by the people passing me. Or at least I didn‘t. 😁 Who also likes to do this kind of casual wetting? FullSizeRender.MOV
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    This JAV is very much the same as HJMO-425 where a girl who needs to pee rides an exercise bike that has had its seat removed and replaced by 7 to 8 vibrators. She then rides it for as long as she can before losing control and wetting herself. The first 4 files are just the wetting parts Screenshots are in order of the files The Uncut file has all 4 girls plus they have to have sex with someone after the wet themselves. Here are the links to the rest of the Vibrating bike wetting series Enjoy
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  17. So who here just likes the feeling of going in the shower? I like it because it’s really easy to clean up.
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  18. Urbosa from Breath of the Wild?
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  19. I think Bayonetta would be a fun character to see wet herself!
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  20. https://redgifs.com/watch/wrongseashellamericanwigeon
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  21. Like about 5 minutes from now . . . 😀
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  22. It makes me happy that you guys are looking forward to this! Just letting you know, it will not be a very detailed game. The story will be mostly linear, and it will be structured like a novel with choices every once in a while.
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  23. Overall wettings are just so cute. Something special about how hard it is to get off when you desperately need to.
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  24. I'm with the theory that women are just more used to holding it than men. I was out chasing bald eagles for film/photography with a female friend who is also into film once. We met at my place at 7am and headed out to the a wilderness are where I'd found baldies before, and after exploring there for a while we followed the eagle route to another spot where I'd found them before. On the way to the 2nd spot we stopped at a coffee shop, and I got a coffee and she got a protein shake (which she guzzled down before we were even back on the road). Shortly after we arrived at the 2nd spot I used the bushes at around noon. By around 12:45 she asked how long we were going to be there, because "I'm hungry and I have to pee really bad. But I can handle it." While we were there though, we saw a short eared owl hunting for something in the grass, which is actually a fairly rare sight, so naturally I was shooting like crazy. We wandered around a bit and chatted for a while between sightings, and ended up not heading out until around 5pm, and got to the first gas station en route back around 5:15 or thereabouts. I don't personally know any guys who'd have held out that long once they were that desperate!
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  25. The video is called "Vollgepisst im Doppelpack" (basically: "A double wetting") by MyDirtyHobby model "Nova-Nilla". I have a slightly higher quality version: Vollgepisst im Doppelpack mit Nova-Nilla.mp4 As far as I know, there's no follow-up clip to this one, but Nova-Nilla has other piss and wetting clips on her MDH account, often mixed with some light BDSM stuff.
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  26. I'm pretty sure I have it, I'll have to figure out how to upload it if this does not work. After Pub piss - XTube Porn Video - peluja66_x264.mp4
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  27. Nearly all the women in my circle of friends are what you'd call "outdoorsy". They hike, bike and do other things that take them close to nature, and usually far from toilets. I can personally attest that most have peed outdoors and am pretty sure the others have, as well. As for those who haven't squatted, I guess they prefer to stand.
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  28. It really depends. I've met women who came from rural areas and they had a much higher percentage of squatting. I laughed hard when one woman told me she squatted in a barn when someone was hogging their toilet, I thought she was joking but she wasn't. With rural areas you have more property and less population. It's also high if you live near a bad highway. On my highway the traffic is always horrible and the snow cleaning services are bad, I'd always see people get out to use the natural toilet because it's bumper-to-bumper traffic all the time. Yeah like you said drinking and hiking would increase percentage as well. But at the same time you do have a sizeable population of women who have never not used a toilet and have no idea how to aim if asked to pee randomly. This brings me to another point - I wonder if women who have squatted to pee outside is higher in non-North American countries, like Japan because they have squat toilets. Because the position a women must naturally squat to use the squat toilet to aim their pee, so they can easily adapt to pee outside too. But with a North American woman, they might not know how to squat in that position and may instead use a "hovering" technique that may not be as good.
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  29. Hello everyone. Today I had a bit of a fun adventure. I had to run some errands and I wanted to spice things up once again so I put on my cute but also badly pee stained blue cotton panties and a nice mid length black skirt with my favorite sandals. I went to the first store already pretty desperate and got the things I needed no big deal. Next stop was ups store to pick up a package, standing in line I felt I really needed to go now. I tried my best not to squirm around, I got my box and left the building before I felt a small trickle on my leg. I got to the door of my car and let go with a semi audible hiss as pee streamed down my legs and splashed on my feet. I was seen by a youngish guy behind me who just looked amused and kept walking. I put a towel on my seat and drove to the next place which was the mail place for my home. I got out and felt the cold wetness as i went and got my mail(wooooo more credit card attempts). Got back in the car and drove the next few minutes in horny rage. I got to my home and brought my groceries and the package in, i got to my kitchen to put the stuff away and decided to wet myself again, so I released my pee while leaning against my fridge and it felt great. I cleaned up and finished putting stuff away before I went to go pleasure myself. hope you enjoy. I am also looking for outfit recommendations as well as new and exciting places to have “accidents” so be sure to leave your suggestions -Alias
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  30. That's Melania I believe is her name, I have at least two other videos of her, and also agree, she is one of my favorite models. Here is the first one I have from her and small enough to fit inline. MGF-Melania-Stretchy pants and a shower.mp4
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  31. Here's a rip. Anyone have a higher res version? 5980585.mp4
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  33. Version 2.1.0

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    DISCORD PATREON Hello everyone! I wanted to share a demo of my project "Baby Maker" here in case anyone is interested. Just as a heads up (if you couldn't tell by the name!) it is more of an ABDL project (diapers, pull-ups, messing) than an omo one. It does have lots of desperation and wetting, but they're more centered around happening in padded undies (though there are some pants-accidents, too). To play the game, look for the "index.html" file in your unzipped folder, and open it up. You can then play it in your browser! I recommend using Chrome, as that's what I run my playtests through, but any modern browser should work (though they might mess with the positioning or fonts a bit). Baby Maker is a 2D adventure web browser game. The basic plot is that you (like, you- actually you, the person sitting in a chair in front of a screen!) have been selected as a 'player' to try out a new experimental handheld game, where the main character is actually a real person sucked into a video game! She was lured in by the slick ad campaign, that boasted of getting to be the valiant 'hero' of a video game. How cool would THAT be?! Of course... there are some surprises about the game that she didn't know about. Oh well! She already signed the release forms... her fate is now in your hands! If you would like to support the project, feel free to check out my Patreon. Please note that the patreon is a way to share progress and get feedback for game direction- the game itself will always be free. I am aware that there are some bugs with this version. It is meant to be played on PC, so you may find some visual bugs if you play it on something with a smaller screen size (it doesn't work on mobile). Your game may freeze when talking to certain characters, and the text may state that something happens that doesn't.
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    The beautiful Lola Anderson is being trained to be your always wet and soggy Diaper Girlfriend. She has been quite the brat so far during her diapergirl training as she just hasn't accepted the fate of living in a constant state of wetness. You have finally decided to take her training to the next level so she can no longer escape the feeling of being locked in a huge soggy wet diaper. To make sure she accepts her life as a wet diapergirl you have her locked in 2 very thick diapers while she is completely bound and helpless in a strict, leather straight jacket. There is nowhere for her to hide or escape her fat now that she is unable to leave her current wet diaper state. Her diapers have been completely soaked to the max as they are on the brink of exploding with being so full. Unfortunately for Lola, You won't let her free until she confesses her newfound love of always being kept in a thick, wet diaper no matter the time of the day. Diaper Girlfriend Lola begs to be let free and changed into a fresh, dry diaper as she is blindfolded and kept completely in the dark. Her helpless screams will not be answered until she says the ONE magic phrase of "I LOVE Wet Diapers and Never want to be DRY again!" Diapers Used : 1 x ConfiDry 24/7, 1 x Northshore MegaMax
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  35. I have another incident that happened a few months back after going out for a friends birthday. This night I was wearing light colored jeans and a lavender button down. I was out at an event during the day doing some casual drinking and when it was time to head home I had the perfect buzz that made me excited to head out to a club to meet up with a group of friends. I was going pee as normal throughout the day and had no plans to use anything other than a toilet. After arriving home I had 2 beers to keep the fun going before catching a ride out and went pee again before leaving. I arrived at the club and the group had ordered bottle service so the drinks would be flowing. I don’t normally drink liquor very often but with the bottle service being present I opted to drink vodka. Nothing extremely eventful happened other than some good fun and a good amount of drinks and swigs from the bottles. Before I know it, the bar is closing down and it’s time to head out. My night starts to get fuzzy around this point and I realized later on that there was something I did not do the entire time at the club, go to the restroom. As the group makes their way out we decide to take the drunken fun to a nearby spot and grab some food to help sober up as best we can. The entire time there is a hazy memory but I remember suddenly heading out as I had apparently ordered a ride home. I head out the door and to the street corner to get my bearings and look for my ride. As I get there and stand still, I feel myself spurt completely out of nowhere. I had not felt the need to pee at all since arriving at the club and now several hours later I still hadn’t felt a strong urge. I must have drank enough alcohol to dull the feeling of fullness in my bladder. In my still drunken state I try to glance down at my crotch to see if there’s any visible damage since there are others out and about also looking for their rides. My inspection was inconclusive as I was not able to get a good look without being too obvious. At this point my drunken mind wanted to get home so I carry on with my plan to get my ride. I locate the car and walk over without any more leakage. I get in the car and situate myself for the, luckily fairly short, ride home. As I’m sitting in the back I feel another spurt. The alcohol numbs any panic that I may be feeling and I keep my cool knowing I’m just a few minutes from home and I can hold the rest. Luckily I get to my drop off point without any more spurting and hop out to head in. As I start the walk up, I felt another spurt and a few seconds later another spurt. In my mind I know I’m so close so I don’t rush I just carry on at normal speed and remain calm even though there is now a wet spot on my jeans. I make the last leg of the journey to the door and feel multiple long spurts that are only separated by milliseconds. I get in my door and let out one more long spurt before I am able to regain composure and walk into the bathroom. I do a quick dance in front of the toilet and am able to get myself free to let the rest of my pee out normally. I stand there enjoying my drunken pee and revel in the rush of having had a semi accident that was completely unplanned unlike many other situations I find myself in. I do a quick clean up job and throw my clothes in the wash and quickly get in bed. I really like to look back on this situation because this could arguably be considered a genuine accident that I didn’t at least semi plan for. I had not felt the need to pee while out and the initial spurt that happened while looking for my ride was out of nowhere. I felt a crazy rush from that point until I got home to finish emptying my bladder. I’m definitely happy that this happened looking back on it because I got away without being caught at all. I hope everyone enjoys this experience and I will plan out the next story to share!
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  36. This video checks a LOT of boxes for me: Jeans that fit well, look good Wet patch down legs Watches herself wet Shows camera the stain Strips Showering Masturbates Has REAL orgasm (!!!) Can see her face during orgasm Oh, and she's also gorgeous https://thisvid.com/videos/hot-eurogirl-wets-jeans-and-rubs-pussy/ Idk how to tell if my submissions are copies without doing serious legwork. If it is, feel free to remove.
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  37. I don't use diapers myself, but try amazon, I get my chair pads from there. Also, the cashiers aren't going to remember who you are, what you look like, or what you bought. Cashiers really don't even pay attention to what you buy, they are overworked and underpaid so even if you buy them, no one will notice or care, that includes other shoppers. If anyone asks, just say you are picking them up for an older family member or neighbor, however, it's very unlikley anyone will notice or care. I've bought huge packs of throw away chair pads from the pharmacy and the only question I was asked was if I am a rewards member so I could get the store discount, I paid and I'm sure each cashier forgot about me thirty seconds later. Basically, it doesn't matter if you buy diapers, chair pads, lady products, condoms, or any other embarrassing item, no one is even going to pay attention so I wouldn't worry.
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  38. @Raziel "At the same time how would you feel if you found out women you see every day knew that was your kink, and were afraid to drink anything in front of you or ever admit they need to use the restroom because they're worried it will arouse you? " I know this question was directed at somebody else but I can say for sure in my job where I was outside all the time and we were all desperate every day it would have made things extremely awkward!
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  39. HJMO-495

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    Description from store - HJMO-495 - Vibrator Stuck In Her Micro Bikini For A Treasure Hunt 3. Slipping A Powerful Vibrator Down Below In Her Pussy While She Looks For Treasure Amounting To 1 Million Yen! If She Opens Up Fake Treasure Then She Has To Play A Lewd Game As Payback! While having a vibrator shoved in her bikini a woman takes part in a treasure hunting theme game looking for a small chest that could possibly contain a large cash prize. Along with the cash prize treasure chest there are multiple chests with negative consequences like having her bikini top removed and her boobs played with, Having to make out with the man dressed as a pirate, Having to give the pirate a blowjob (Uncut version), and having an additional vibrator put to her crotch until she starts pissing herself. If she is unable to find the cash prize treasure chest in the 30 minute time limit she has to have sex with the pirate. The first 2 files are just the girls searching the house and the pissing parts Screenshots are in order of the files In the Full Uncut file there are 2 other girls but there really isn't much wetting/pissing from them until you get to the sex parts Enjoy
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  40. When I am waiting for bursting I am doing all daily activities around house or in house- grass cutting, house maintenance... inside house- cleaning, food preparation etc... If it is not so much work in or around house I am gaming but only on the start of my need because when I need so much it is difficult to concentrate for it. Watching movie is good when I need so much.
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  41. Wetting green shorts outside yesterday.
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  42. Fun fact, this actually isn't the purpose of that opening. It can be used that way but the primary reason is to accomodate different penis sizes, since a large penis will stretch the fabric more. This is especially important when you consider that a single person's penis can change size across the day as blood flows in and out.
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  43. Found another, hopefully we can revive this thread https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5fe0ae82c4fb7
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  44. Well, it depends on what I'm wearing and where I'm doing it. It's not the same to urinate if I'm wearing underpants while standing up than when sitting in an armchair. just as it doesn't feel the same to get wet sitting in a chair with jeans than to do it standing up. For me it is better when I feel that the hot pee touches my body and the more clothes or objects that retain the liquid, the better.
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  45. A few days ago. I wanted to hold to the point of losing control, but I just deliberately wet myself after I hit an 8/10 or so because it was starting to hurt pretty badly.
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  46. 1,142 downloads

    Ripped as requested. Nudity at the end.
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  47. Yeah that sounds similar to my experience. Most of my girlfriends (the ones I've asked at least) have been at the very least willing to try it. I only started asking once I became an adult and became more comfortable talking about my preferences outright. In high school I would try to make my girlfriend desperate and try to stop her from using the bathroom. I played it for laughs and I didn't tell her the truth until later. A girl I dated a few years ago was very, VERY insistent that I share my fetishes with her. She told me after the first time we had sex while she was desperate to pee, "I think I've found my new favorite thing." She even told me that her favorite time to masturbate is when she wakes up and hasn't peed yet. She probably had a latent pee fetish and didn't realize it until she dated me. Most recent girlfriend didn't exactly love it and wouldn't do it on her own, but willingly and happily did it when she was with me because she knew how much it turns me on. Current person I'm seeing I haven't even asked because we're not that serious yet, but she does openly talk about badly needing to pee when we're out sometimes. I think a lot of women could POTENTIALLY be into this fetish but they really don't know about it, or how much a full bladder can affect a sexual experience. Usually when I ask a girl to come over with a full bladder, they're initially like "What? No! Why would I do that?" and then once I convince them, they'll show up bouncy as hell, immediately want to fuck, have an extremely intense orgasm, and then concede I was right.
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  48. So, this happened to me yesterday when I was driving down to see my brother and his family for a party. This drive usually only takes me about an hour and a few minutes and takes me on a freeway that, no exaggeration has been worked on for a decade. So, an hour before leaving, like the genius I am, I drank a lot of water. I have this jug that holds almost 2 liters of water and drink it 2-3 times a day. I was not thinking about it as I was thinking about the party. Over the hour I took a shower and got ready putting on gray boxer briefs and shorts. I finally left, using the restroom before hand with only peeing a small amount. I was finally on my way to the party. Everything was going fine until about 20 mins in when I realized I had a need to pee even though I had just gone. I was already pushing a 5 out of 10. I decided it was no big deal and continued driving. It was at this point I hit a major rainstorm and the flow of traffic slowed from 65 to about 25. That is how bad the rain was, and it was not helping my current need. This lasted for only about 10 mins and traffic started flowing at normal speed. At this point I was less than halfway where I am normally halfway. My bladder was filling up faster too and it now felt like a 7 out of 10. All that water I had drank beforehand was now beginning to bite me in the ass. I decided that I should pull over and quickly use a McDonalds for the restroom. This is where the construction on the freeway comes in. I finally found an exit that led to a McDonalds and decided to pull off. I did and pulled into the McDonalds and parked my car and went to the door. Locked. The dining room to the McDonalds was closed due to covid and the lack of traffic from the freeway since it was under construction. This was not good. So, I got back in my car and had to turn right for a mile and half before I could do a U-turn and get back to the freeway. This added even more time to my drive-time, and I was already behind. Eventually I got to the feeder and waiting for an entrance to get back on the freeway but all of them for the next 4 miles were closed. So, I had to stop at every light and stay on the feeder. My need was growing, and I was pushing an 8/10 now, I was starting to get genuinely worried. I finally made it back onto the freeway and got into the middle lane so I could go a little faster. My exit was soon coming, still about 1-2 miles out and I turned on my blinker to get over so that I could exit. For some unknown reason the cars next to me would not let me in even though there was tons of time and notice. So, I ended up missing my exit. At this point I thought the universe was cursing me. I exited and the next exit which added about 3-4 mins to my drive time. I was not pushing a drive time of 1 hour and 30 mins when it is usually just over an hour. I was now at a 9 out of 10. Now my brothers house is in the country and the road his house is on connects to a farm-to-market road and a Highway kind of making a triangle with each side being about 3 miles long. So, I turn onto his road from the highway and go down a mile and I am just about to his house when I realize the road is blocked off just right before his house. The reason being they were replacing a drainage ditch. I was swearing under my breath now because I had to go so bad. I could not piss myself before seeing family. I did another U-turn and made my way back to the highway and then turn onto the farm-to-market road and then the road my brothers house is on. This took probably only a few minutes but felt like forever for me. I was pushing my capacity at this point. I finally was able to pull into the drive and park in the grass and jumped out of my car without locking the door and ran to the house. I immediately walked in and went straight into the bathroom without saying hello to anyone. I pissed for a solid 2 mins with a clear stream. I was so close to not making it and saw that a few drops had escaped into my boxer briefs. If I was driving home, I would have let some out if I was on my way home, but I wasn’t and had to hold it. It was quite the journey. Driving while desperate or having a hot guy desperate in the passenger seat are my favorite things. One of these days I am not gonna make it, haha.
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