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  1. 39 points
    Hey guys and gals, now I have more spare time I intend to write some more of my wetting adventures for you guys to enjoy. A couple of people here have asked about my first accident which I had when I was 14 so I thought I would write up the account. I had always been interested in omorashi in the form of seeing other people desperate and/or wetting themselves from a young age but I had never wet myself personally (since the age of 7) and had never thought of doing so. However this experience set me off on the road to my many wetting adventures. Here is what happened - We had been on a geography field trip to the coast to study the cliffs and caves. Using this information we then had to compile a project on coastal erosion. After a long day we set off back to school, the trip would take roughly two hours. On the way back I drank the two bottles of pop I had bought before we left and noticed I needed to wee. It wasn't too bad at this point and we were only about an hour from home so I wasn't too worried. I rested my head on the window and must have nodded off as the next thing I know is my friend nudging me, telling me were almost back. I looked out of the window and saw we were back in our home town and were 5 mins from school. I came round and as I did I noticed my need to wee had increased to about a 6 out of 10. As we pulled up outside school I looked at the time and noted we were back 30 mins later than thought. I asked my friend and she said we got stuck in roadworks on the motorway. I then realised that due to the time, the school was no longer open. This meant I would not be able to use the loo, however I wasn't too worried as my need to wee wasn't that bad and it was only a 15 minute walk home. We all got off the bus and I stood talking to a group of my friends. One by one there parents came and picked them up until eventually there was only me and two others. We were stood chatting and I noticed my need to wee slowly increasing. After 10 mins a car pulled up, we all said our goodbyes and they got in and drove off. I set off walking home and after about 5 mins my need to wee had increased dramatically. My bladder was filling up and I was about a 9 out of 10 on the desperation scale. The quickest way for me to get home was to walk down a really steep cobbled hill, I walked this way home everyday. About half way down I stumbled on one of the cobbles causing my bladder to jolt. This jolt made my need shoot up from desperate to bursting. I was worried now, I was doubting my ability to make it home. I got to the bottom of the hill and as I was waiting to cross the road I scissored my legs trying to hold it in. I wanted to grab my crotch so much but I was on a main road and didn’t want everyone to know my predicament. I finally crossed over and started walking up the hill the other side. By the time I reached the top I really needed to wee, I was on the verge of wetting myself. As I stood waiting to cross the road, I was having to jog on the spot, if I stopped moving I would definitely wet myself. Over the road I could see the snicket that would take me to my house, I knew once I was in there I would be out of sight meaning I could grab myself. Finally a nice old man let me across and I walked (well more hobbled) across the road. I walked into the snicket and as soon as I did I jammed my hand in my crotch. This pressure on my wee hole made my need seem less. I hobbled along the snicket, taking little tiny baby steps with my hand pressing on my wee hole. I reached the end of the snicket and came out into the open once again. I reluctantly took my hand away from my crotch and as I did I felt a small drop leak into my knickers. I stopped for a moment holding it back making sure I could walk without leaking some more. I set off up the road, by now my bladder was contracting with each step. I could see my house ahead, this only lead to making my bladder squeeze, knowing relief was only moments away. I reached my drive and as I walked up it towards the front door my bladder gave a huge contraction and I had to bend over double with my hand jammed into my crotch. By this point I didnt care who saw me, all I cared about was holding on. I reached the front door and grabbed the handle....it was locked, why was it locked, it cant be locked, not when I need to get inside so bad. I pulled one hand away from crotch and put it into my pocket....oh no...where were my keys. I checked all my pockets, where had they gone, I was sure I picked them up in the morning. I looked in my bag but I couldn’t see them. I squeezed my legs tightly together as my bladder contracted again, I was on the verge of wetting myself completely, I needed to get inside so bad. My Mum's car wasn't there, “oh god where is she” I thought to myself. I sat on the doorstep and pulled my phone out. I rang my mum and as I waited for her to answer I rapidly opened and closed my legs trying to hold back the flood pushing against my wee hole. She answered the phone.... “mum, where are you” “im at the supermarket, why” “i just got home and I dont seem to have my keys” “I'll be home in a bit” “h-h-how long you gonna be” “about 15 mins, ill see you when I get home” She hung up....what was I going to do now, there I was sat on my doorstep, absolutely bursting for a wee, with no way of getting inside. I seriously doubted I could hold on till my mum got home, but I had to not only because I didn't want to wet myself but also if I did my mum would kill me. My bladder contracted and some more wee spurted into my knickers. My hand shot down my knickers and I began rubbing my wee hole to help me hold it in. I couldnt last much longer, I had to do something. I grabbed my bag and tipped it upside down, allowing everything to fall to the floor. I heard something clink. I looked around and I saw them, my house keys, for some reason in my lunch box....i didn’t care why they were in there all that matted was I had them. The sight of them almost made me lose it, I clenched my muscles together and made a grab for them. I wasn't thinking and as I leant forward to pick them up I squeezed my bladder causing a large spurt of wee to escape and spray into my knickers. I picked them up and ran to the door. I put the key into the door and opened it. Then I felt it, I couldn’t move, I was going to wet myself....there was nothing I could do to stop it. If I tried to move I would wee, I was rooted to the spot. I leaked, and again and again. I kept leaking and knew any minute I would completely wet myself. My muscles gave in and as I started weeing I grabbed my skirt and lifted it up. I couldnt get that wet. I was doing it, I was stood on my doorstep wetting myself. The wee was pouring into my knickers turning them from white to yellow. It ran down my legs and started pooling in my shoes. I felt embarrassed but slowly as I continued to wee my embarrassment vanished and was replaced by a feeling of pleasure. The feeling of the warm wee running into my knickers and down my legs was such a turn on. After what seemed like forever I stopped weeing and just stood there. I finally mustered up the strength and walked inside. I put my stuff down and went outside to pick up my belongings which I had thrown all over the driveway. I looked at my knickers, they were soaked through, I had to get them clean before my mum find out. I ran upstairs and jumped in the shower, still wearing them and turned the water on. I stood there allowing the water to run down me washing away the wee and completely soaking my already wet knickers. The thought of what I had just done was turning me on so much. I had to relieve my hornyness before my mum got home. I turned the shower onto jet and stuck the head into my knickers. After only 30 seconds of the water pounding against my clit I screamed out as I came long and hard. As I did my knees gave way and I slid down the shower wall panting. The shower was still in my knickers and I allowed it to bring me to another orgasm before taking it out. I pulled off the knickers and wringed them out. At least now they didn’t smell of wee any more, I just had to find a place to hide them so they could dry without my mum knowing. I dried off, put some new clothes on and went downstairs. I then had a genius idea to explain the puddle on the doorstep. I grabbed the shoes I had worn that day and filled a jug with water. I sat on the doorstep and poured the water over my shoes, the water covering up the urine puddle. As I was doing this my mum pulled into the driveway. When she asked what I was doing I told her I had sand in my shoes so I was washing them off. She believed me....and from that moment on I discovered the joys of wetting myself. Unfortunately living with my mum made it hard to find opportunity in which to do so. However now I live with my boyfriend who loves omorashi so I can wet myself any time I want. This means I will have plenty of stories to share with you guys. FIN Hope you enjoyed.....comment and let me know if you enjoyed and/or if you want more stories. I will be more than happy to share them with you guys :D Gemmy Rose x x
  2. 34 points
    Excuse me but what the Hell? I went through your profile and this seems to be the only thing you talk about, how you misuse your authority as an educator. I hope you're not speaking the truth, I hope you're actually just someone who fantasizes about such scenarios and posts about it online as if it was the truth, just to get the satisfaction of saying it out loud and making it sound real. And this seems plausible, since your stories aren't perfectly consistent. So I hope that's the case. Because if you're serious with this, that would make you a child abuser. Which is a crime in a lot of countries, and immoral in every country. And in your case it would be immoral plus plus, because you're posting about it on a fetish site. An adult, posting about how they have authority over children, on a fetish site. And I'm serious with this, this kind of thing can get people in serious problems with the law and their community. It would be okay as a fictional story, because we do not control our interests, and fictional stories are a harmless way of experiencing the situations we fantasize about. But if it's true, it's not harmless anymore. In that case, if anyone in your life ever finds out that you have been bullying your young students in such humiliating ways, and that you have a fetish for that kind of thing, then losing your job will be the smallest of your problems. I'm not threatening you in any way, I personally have nothing against you, I am just giving you a fair warning about how the society tends to work with these kinds of things. I do recommend you reconsider the things you post here or any other website. If it's just fictional talk about fantasies, then please state that clearly, so that people wouldn't mistakenly get the picture that you're speaking the truth.
  3. 27 points
    I’m sorry if this is lacking description or doesn’t have that ‘feel’ to it, but this is my first post and I’m a little bit nervous about writing it. Anyway, I’m gonna start with some description because I know some people like that I’m 19, although this story happened when I was 16, I’m short, only just 5ft, skinny, but toned and I have blonde slightly longer than shoulder length hair. On the day of this story I was wearing regular coloured denim shorts, with a yellow loose fighting tshirt and white converse. I used to live in Florida and the toilets in my school were dirtier than any school toilets I’d seen in the UK and it seemed to be a popular hangout for the more popular kids as they reapplied their make up, so I used to hold it until I got home where I felt much more comfortable peeing. This day wasn’t anything different. I peed just before I left home that morning, making sure I was ready and empty for the day. I got to school and like everyday drank water regularly throughout my lessons. However, this day was an extra stuffy Florida day, so I was drinking more to keep the headaches away, but I kept an eye on what I was drinking because I really didn’t want to have to use the school bathroom. It got to lunch and I was feeling ok, still. I filled my bottle up and drank a lot of it with my lunch, something I wouldn’t normally do. I knew it was a bad idea, but I was so hot and was starting to get a headache, I felt like I had to do it. We only had two lessons after lunch and I felt surprisingly ok. Until the last 10 minutes of the penultimate lesson. I was suddenly warned that I had to pee, it wasn’t urgent, but it was a strong need. I considered going between lessons, but decided not to because that’s when the lines are longer and my next teacher hated people turning up late, so I held it. I started having to hold myself about 15 minutes into my final lesson (they were an hour long). It wasn’t constant, but when I did hold myself, it was definitely necessary. I kept drinking, though because it was still so hot. With about 20 minutes of the lesson to go, I got hit with a huge wave of desperation. I threw both hands into my crotch and crossed my legs squeezing hard. I started to panic, I REALLY had to go. I wanted to ask my teacher, but I knew he’d say no because he’d just said no to someone else in my class. I knew I had to wait until the lesson was over. I kept one hand on my crotch for the rest of the lesson and kept my legs crossed tightly. I tried my best not to look at the clock because I knew it wouldn’t help my situation, but I couldn’t help myself. With 5 minutes to go, I felt quite confident, knowing the toilets weren’t far away and I could quickly pee before getting the bus. But of course today would be the day where my teacher wouldn’t let us out on time. We were let out late and I only had a few minutes to get to my bus before it left, meaning I had no time to pee. I panicked again. I didn’t know how I was supposed to survive 20 minutes on a bumpy bus. I got on and sat down, putting my bag on my lap so I could hold myself discretely. I needed a drink, but I didn’t want to put anymore liquid in my bladder, I wasn’t sure if I could take anymore. With about 10 minutes left of the journey, I felt a small leak. I was really worried now. “I can’t pee on the bus” I thought to myself and finally admitted my dire need to my friend. She didn’t really know what to do, but she gave me her jacket so I could completely cover myself and hold as much as I wanted. I put my hands between my shorts and my underwear to get a better grip. My underwear felt damp and it made me wonder if it was visible on my shorts. I didn’t really care at this point, I just wanted to keep the rest in. When we got to my stop, I struggled to get up, I had to act normal and standing up straight nearly made me lose control. I squeezed my legs together tightly before walking off the bus. I had a 5 minute walk from the bus stop to my front door. I felt determined to get there, but my bladder had other ideas. I spurted. I could feel it on the inside of my thigh. I walked as fast as I could, trying my hardest not to have an accident in public. I got to the end of my road and let out another small stream. I knew this one was visible on my shorts. I gave myself a quick squeeze and started walking again, trying not to think about the relief or how far I had to go. I could see my house. I could see the bathroom window. I was going to make it. I got to the end of my front path. And started rummaging for my keys. Then it happened. Pee shot out of me so hard and fast and straight onto the ground. I was full on peeing myself. Outside. In public. It wouldn’t stop, no matter how hard I tried. I ran to my front door and finish peeing as quickly as I could. I opened the door and ran inside straight into my bedroom and got changed. Grabbing my wet clothes and the rest of my laundry and putting it in the washing machine before my mum got home. I looked outside and saw that my pee puddle (and path) were drying quickly under the heat of the sun. I felt so relaxed. My bladder was finally empty and no one was ever going to find out what happened. I hope that was ok and that you enjoyed it. Please leave me some feedback on how I could improve :)
  4. 26 points
    hi everyone after few weeks without wetting today i was back in the mood!! so i checked in my old clothes and i find this pink short that i dont wear since long time because its began too tight but i decided to put them on and wear them for wetting!! it feel very good to wet again after a little break!!! hope you enjoy it!!
  5. 25 points
    Sara´s accident I´ve been like ants in my pants a long time. But now I can share this story and pics with you. Excuse me, if my english is not perfect. Sara is a passer in our amateur, county level, volley ball team. I am the one who is taking serves up. That´s because we are shortests two in our team. We don´t reach over the top line of the net :). If someone would have told me earlier that one of my girlfriends or teammates will pee her pants, I wouldn´t have believed it. And if someone, Sara would have been almost last in my mind. She is always so careful and sensible. Very accurate girl. And one of the last ones who demands pee break, when we travel together. But you never know for sure. Week after the last game of the season we went to the outside concert with the rest of our team. We wanted to increase our team spirit, meet some people and relax ourselves all together. It was Saturday afternoon and before that concert we had drunken few sodas or beers at the bar terrace in the middle of the day. I had used toilet there, but some of us didn´t. Surprise, surprise... there was only a few port-a-potties on the party field and they were quite stinky and dirty. None of us just couldn´t pee in those boxes on the edge of the field. That was the biggest reason we had to leave before the last band stopped their playing. We couldn´t relieve ourselves next to those potties either (like all the guys and some very drunken girls did). After the local music happening some of us left home and some of us went to pub near the town center. Sara said she had a head ache and she didn´t feel well. I knew what was the real problem. She lives far from center. Pub and buses which were heading to her place were almost opposite direction from my place. Lucky me, my place was much closer than town center. Sara was very desperate to pee. A lot more than others this time. She hadn´t mentioned it yet, but I had noticed it (of course). She had danced on the spot and moved her legs back and forth whole time when we were listening those bands on the field. I asked Sara if she´d like to visit my home first. She was standing impatiently and legs crossed. She definitely wanted to walk straight to my place and that wasn´t big surprise for me. Soon she admitted that we really should hurry because she was totally bursting and never been so desperate to pee. I love your pee dancing Sara! It was so funny! So we left. I was desperate too, but I knew that I will manage home easily. I also knew there was nothing but private houses, school, nursery and weekend closed company houses on our way. Situation was likely same on the other (center) direction. Hard to find any silent and confident place to pee. Suddenly Sara stopped. She was silently standing knees tight together and leaked a little. Or that´s what she said after her stop. Then she passed me and almost ran again. I have to say, I wasn´t so hurry at all. I tried to take photos while she was ahead of me. There weren´t any visible marks in her jeans as you can see in first pic. She noticed my cell phone. After that she tried to avoid her desperation moves and cover her nice little bum with her hands every time I was shooting at her. After that second photo my cell phone beebed... Battery was nearly empty! Damn, I couldn´t shoot her any more. Concert photos and videos had been too much. It wasn´t easy to undress pants then and there. On our way Sara tried to relieve herself once on a sideway and once at the little grassy park next to the road. There weren´t too much people on the street, but some young males were walking nearby both times and she couldn´t help herself. Soon after those two attempts Sara leaked again. This time it was worse and visible. She admitted that she couldn´t hold her pee any more and she would wet her pants quite sure before we´ll reach my toilet. She leaked again and again. She tried to cover her soaking blue jeans with her bag. Embarrassed Sara wasn´t too happy because summer evening was light here north and wet spots were huge in front and back of her jeans. Even though there weren´t much crowd they all were either watching, shouting or whistling at her. First thing I did when we arrived home was that I took my second (work) cell phone. I was lucky it was alive. I secretly took some pics in my porch while Sara tried to unlock her belt and take of her wet shoes and socks. Pee still dribbled on my porch floor plastic mat. Sara was so sorry about all that mess and wondering why I wasn´t mad at her... on the contrary. In the last pic lies her wet jeans and (you say unfortunately) black cotton undies on my living room carpet, where she left them while she was showering. In some reason Sara was very hurry to use my bathroom! But omg... on my carpet! Pee wet clothes! Come on... :) I had to collect them up before my whole carpet was yellowish. We decided to wash and dry her clothes immediately. She called her boyfriend and told him that she had a little "accident". She stayed over night in my place wearing my college pants. Sara was still wondering and even confused about my interest. I have to told her that I enjoy situations like that. I like men and I have boyfriend too, but I´m interested in only female wettings and humiliation. That´s how I feel me more feminine and more woman than those little screaming peegirls. Well... Sara was very calm whole time. No cry or screaming, but great occasion however. It was second time in my adult life I was witnessing someone wet herself, but first time it was someone I know. It is not rare to see desperate girls when hanging on with other girls. I have even tickled them and tried to do things I got them wet themselves. No luck till now when it came on the silver plate. Sara did it. Never happens again I think. She got her good old favourite jeans back on her in the morning. Just before when her amused boyfriend came and drove her home. Only her shoes were still little damp. Sara is not her real name. Our training sessions started again and I saw her after a long time. She laughed when she saw these photos first time after her accident. I didn´t want to write or show anything here before I ask her. After short thinking she said I can show these to my friends in the net, because all her friends and teammates already knows what happened to her that day. Her hairstyle and outfit is also different these days. "Sara" is not shy girl at all, but she wished her face won´t be seen in any case. I had to remove one "standing almost naked on my carpet" picture.
  6. 24 points
    Lazy Saturday morning...wiggling and holding myself in bed .....started leaking...could not stop till I was empty and laying in a naughty warm puddle......
  7. 22 points
    Hello, The next video from this wonderful girl features her having problems with a weak bladder. Acting is a bit better this time, so I think she pulls it off well here. Enjoy :) Weak Bladder Best.mp4
  8. 21 points
    Today's a lazy day for me... I've been in bed watching movies all day but I needed to go to the bathroom so this is the only thing I got up for. Time to change and take a nap
  9. 20 points
    I'm sure everyone here already knows, but I run the website HD Wetting. As such, people send me feedback and requests on a somewhat regular basis. The majority of the time, these requests are about what you would expect. Sometimes though I get messages that are funny, and sometimes a bit scary. Here are some of the most memorable messages people have sent me-
  10. 20 points
    that title was a mouthful xD This is my first story on here so any constructive criticism will be a great help. I hope you enjoy! I myself am a guybut a lot of my friends are female, idk. Sorry, wow i really suck at this. Okay me and one of my friends, lets call her sarah because i dont want to use her actual name in terms of privacy, were having a sleepover and we were doing the usual friend things. We went and got ice cream, we chatted at the park, and then walked over to my place. We just chatted and played a few games and put on a hilarious movie, i cant remember whats its called. This would have been all normal except she hadnt peed for the entire time. Shed been over for hours. Im pretty sure she has a pee fetish because of a lot of the things she has done in the past but idk. I had gone twice i think and she hadnt gone at all. I forgot to say what she was wearing xD. She was wearing light blue jeans and a white tank top. Shes about "5'6 and has a very thin build. she has brown hair and blue eyes. It was getting kind of late, 2 a.m, so we thought we should head to bed. On the way she crossed her legs and bobbed a bit. Asked if she was okay but she said she was cool, i of course knew exactly what was going on. The original plan was to pull out the trundle to use but we were tired and we both got into the upper bed without changing clothes, brushing our teeth, or doing any of the bedtime prep. We continued chatting and laughing and talking and at that point i was questioning if she actually needed to pee and how the hell she hadnt peed in so long when i realized she was holding herself under the covers. You could see a little bit of an outline where her hand was on the covers. Then she told me, I really have to pee. I told her i dont know shes not peed after so many hours and said she could go if she wanted. She said she was good with a huge grin on her face. She also asked if i would kill her if the bed got wet. Of course i wouldnt care so we remained chatting until i hear her moan a bit. She had spurted a bit, and then again. My beds pretty small so were were laying right next toeachother with our sides touching, and all the sudden my hand got a bit wet. She quickly got up before and more damage was done. When she got up i could clearly see a wet spot but surprisingly nothing on the bed I gotup too and saw the wet spot grow every step that she took, she was slowly peeing herself and didnt really seem that panicked, she really was enjoying this. By the time we got out of my room the wet spot was the size of a dinner plate and there was a glistening patch in her crotch. So you think she makes it to the bathroom with a huge wet spot? nope. After that she faced towards me and said i cant hold it anymore and i saw a jet erupt from imbetween her legs. Two lines went out sideways from her crotch and between her legs and then turned into rivers flowing down her legs. It was an amazing thing to watch. I just sat there with my mouth wide open pretty much. She said she was sorry about the carpet and i told her, really your good. We cleaned up the floor while she was still in her wet jeans and then she just tried to get out of her clothes then and there but couldnt do it, so i got her into the shower and helped her get her pants and panties off and we washed them out really well and let them hang to dry, Then she borrwed some pajamas from me and we actually went to bed. And no it wasnt that way going to bed, we were just friends, we knew eachothers dirt but we both liked other individuals and were just close. I hope you enjoyed that story from me, the two of us are still friends now and have been friends for as long as i can remember. Shes like a sister to me. Anyways if you have any suggestions that could improve my writing that would be greatly appreciated! I hope you enjoyed!