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  1. 47 points
    Found an old pair of tight shorts in my closet and decided to have some fun with them! Enjoy!
  2. 32 points
    Since my other video got such a positive response, I figured I would upload another one. This one is edited so it wouldn't be too long. While wetting I imagined sitting on a crowded bus, not being able to truly show my desperation. The ride was long and I had simply drank too much. The first leak didn't show on my pants, but the second sure did. Eventually I couldn't hold on and lost a long steady stream that soaked the seat. That relieved the pressure on my bladder but the bus ride was far from over and before too long I lost control again, making the already wet seat overflow. When the bus was about to arrive at my stop I had to stand up, not realizing that my beige pants had become see-through. As if that wasn't humiliating enough, I lost complete control of my bladder whilst waiting for the doors to open, the remaining pee streaming down my legs and creating a puddle around my feet. beige pants .mp4
  3. 26 points
    For those who’ve been waiting—here it is! When I left off, I had just completely soaked my jeans right in front of a gas station attendant. It was exhilarating and terrifying and so positively arousing! So I got home more excited than ever for my subway show and threw my dirty clothes in the dryer. Then I started putting together another outfit. For my pants, which obviously is the most important, I picked out my beige, AE skinny jeans. They’re pretty old, thick, and, like all my favorite jeans, comfortably tight and exceptionally form-fitting. (They also have a pretty big inseam which rubs ever so sensually against my bare pussy when I go commando!) I also put on a black belt, a white baseball tee with blue, elbow-length sleeves, and some grey converse. This is the kind of thing I’d wear to class, which I ride the subway to, so I thought it’d seem innocent enough. At this point the only thing left to do was to wait and hydrate myself to the breaking point. Even when I got home I had already started feeling some urinary pressure. I had been drinking all morning and what hadn’t made its way on to the floor of the gas station was starting to fill up my bladder. But I wasn’t going to leave this to chance, obviously, so I downed a couple glasses of cranberry juice, some more tea, and the oldest stand-by: water. It’s pretty amazing how much your kidneys can filter in such a short amount of time. By 3:30 I was past the point where I would have headed to the bathroom. And by 4:30 I ran out of the house, desperate to get this show going just so I could feel the relief! My jeans were feeling tight and if I unbuttoned and unzipped them you could clearly see my bulging bladder. I drove off to the subway station, about 10 to 12 minutes away from my house, squirming and firmly holding my crotch the whole time, and made my way down the stairs to the terminal. Initially I was taken aback by how crowded it already was. I started to worry about whether or not I could muster my courage and do it! I tentatively hopped on a train going into the city, which wasn’t that crowded and tried to calm myself down. I sat on that car for about 5 stops just observing the people around me. Every now and then I could catch someone’s eye before they quickly aborted the interaction and looked away. Along the way potent waves of desperation hit me and I’d have to wiggle my foot or tap my heel against the ground with my legs firmly crossed to relieve the pain. I tried to imagine how I’d feel if I wet myself right then and started to panic. At the fifth stop I realized I couldn’t do it and to just go home—or at least pee myself in the parking lot next to my car. I gave up and decided to exit the train and get on the return line. My confidence was pretty low. When I stood up gravity hit me—hard! But, doubled-over and with my hands tightly wound against my sensitive crotch, I remained in control. I managed to step off the train before the doors closed and made my way across the terminal to wait for the train going the opposite way. It felt like it took forever! I had to stand with my legs crossed and my hands in my back pockets to keep from fidgeting too obviously. But I couldn’t for the life of me stop from bouncing on my knees and tapping my feet. I noticed that my strange behavior was starting to draw attention. Still I had lost all confidence and was set on getting the hell out of this crowded place. The train pulled up and opened its doors. Nobody got off. I looked at my phone and saw that it was almost exactly 5: the peak of rush hour. There was no place to sit inside. And after my near accident on the last train I was almost relieved. Standing was hard but standing up from a seat was almost impossible. Thankfully there was an open pole to cling to in the middle of the aisle. It was also in the middle of a lot of people. To one side of me there was a clean-shaven guy that looked to be in his early twenties and to my other side was a woman about my age. I deiced to stand facing the guy and wrapped one arm tightly around the pole and reached over my abdomen with my other hand to strengthen my grip. These trains got lurchy at times. So with one foot directly in front of the other, heel to toe, my weight totally shifted onto my back leg, and my thighs firmly pressed together, I braced myself against the cold, metal pole for the long trip home. There were a few moments of desperation on the way back. Nothing some less-than-discreet crotch grabbing and a firm grip couldn’t handle though! On the way to my second to last stop I was already feeling disappointed at my failure. I knew there was still opportunity but in my mind the decision had been made. ‘At least I managed to pee my pants at the gas station today,’ I thought. I noticed that the guy in front of me stole some glances every now and then when he thought I wasn’t looking. I’ve been around long enough to know that look men have. But I took it as a compliment and averted his gaze to let him stare. At times I had to turn my head away just to hide my strained face. When the train came to a stuttering stop and opened its doors only a few people got off. I just stood there, feeling the guys eyes move up and down my body. It was turning me on. Suddenly, as soon as the doors closed, a wave of desperation struck me and my hand swiftly darted back to my crotch. Just then the train lurched forward and I had to grab the pole again to keep balance. Wrong move. An eruption of warmth shot around my pussy. It only lasted for a moment but there was already glistening dark spot at the base of my crotch. For a split second I thought I had regained my composure. But again I spurted uncontrollably. More warmth. I was mortified but also really turned on and utterly relieved! It continued spurting out of me in long, forceful gushes. I really was trying to regain control but only ever managed to for a split second. It really made for an authentic wetting! Spurt by spurt, piss began pooling around the base of my fly and shooting up to my waistband. Hot pee shot to the sides of my thighs along the scrunched wrinkles of my jeans and down my legs. I clenched my teeth and felt my face blush intensely. Piss was finding its way under my ass and up my butt crack. With my eyes shut tight, I tried to cease my pelvic convulsions. My bladder was torn between the relief it was feeling upon release and the desperate signals my brain was sending to it to stop! I felt warm piss fall down my pant legs and drip off the ends onto my feet. The train raged on and I dared one last look at myself. The front of my jeans were soaked and the streams against my legs were quickly becoming one big stain! The floodgates had been opened and all my efforts were clearly in vain. I looked up and saw the guy staring, wide-eyed but otherwise expressionless, at my crotch which was probably only a foot in front of him. (In hindsight I’m worried there might have been a stench). Other people had started to notice too. So, well beyond the point of no return and with all their eyes on me, I relaxed my bladder muscles. Pee was freely flowing out of me now and all I could do was hang my head in embarrassment (but really I didn’t want anybody to spot the excited gleam in my eye!) I was worried at that point that somebody would try to talk to me—either to comfort me or chastise me. But people just sat there silently. If you read my last story then you know that this is pretty much exactly what I had theorized would happen. People don’t like confronting others any more than they like being confronted. So they all just sat and stood there silently, stealing glances to watch me flood my jeans. My converse were soaked and the puddle around my feet hardly got a chance to form before streaming to the back of the train. People who noticed subtly moved their feet aside so as not to get in its way. The train started slowing down for my last stop. I had just peed for the whole minute and half it took to go between stations. And I was still going! When the doors slid opened I walked out of there as fast as I could, careful not to bump anyone with my wet jeans. Walking up the stairs and through the station was equally exhilarating! Some people noticed, (I heard a couple of kids point it out to their parents!) but I was surprised at how many didn’t. My skinny jeans were more brown than beige at this point and you could really only see their original color at the bottoms of my calves and the sides of my legs. Interested, I stopped just short of the exit and stood there a moment. Walking had help me cut the stream but I knew I still had enough in me, piss and gusto, to make one more push! I gasped silently and pretended to feel another uncontrollable convulsion. With a forceful flex, one last warm, wet stream gushed out of me. My jeans glistened where it flowed. People passed me left and right as if nothing was the matter. Satisfied, I walked briskly to me car and spread my towel on my seat. When I sat down and closed the door, I yanked down my zipper, pushed my fingers into my yawning fly and down against my pussy, and started passionately rubbing my clit. I got home in time to throw my pee-stained clothes into the washer and clean myself off before my husband got there. Writing about this has really driven home how amazing last week was! I’m also pleasantly surprised that a lot of you seem to really like my writing just as much as the content! I took a creative writing class in college but never really practiced writing other than journaling on occasion. Anyways, thanks for reading and if you have any ideas throw them my way! I work part-time four days a week in an office and usually get home around 1:30. I also go to masters classes on Monday and Wednesday nights so there’s ample opportunity to play around with this fetish! I’ll tell my husband about it eventually but right now I’m getting a lot of satisfaction from exploring it on my own! So, like I said, give me some ideas—I haven’t tried anything since this and I’m really excited to do more!
  4. 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......
  5. 23 points
    I didnt have socks on but you couldnt see my feet anyway XD i also wish my pee came out that straight when i try to pee standing normal wettingpants.mp4
  6. 23 points
    Here you go - I managed to rip this on my phone before it got taken down. There are actually quite a few apps that allow you to download documents and move them around. I typically use Video Downloader by Appsneon and then either stick it in VLC for iOS and download it my machine using the web server feature, sync with your machine and grab it from the app's documents in iTunes or upload it to Dropbox and grab it from there. Drinking 1L and Peeing.mp4
  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. 19 points
    Hi, I'm new on this site so I thought it would be a good start for me to share the story my first accidental wetting <3 This actually happened not too far back, a couple of months or so when I was out with one of my good friends. We were in this wine bar taking, drinking and enjoying ourselves. As the time passed midnight we had both had five glasses of white wine and I was starting to feel a bit tipsy when we agreed to call it an evening and go home. Before leaving I didn’t have to pee, which struck me as a little weird considered the five glasses of wine and the water I had on the side. Be hugged and said goodbye outside the wine bar before setting of in different directions. I had 40 minute walk home but the weather was calm so I didn’t mind it. It had already turned dark and I walked along a long shopping street, full of people all out having a good time. I hadn’t walked for long before the urge to pee finally caught up with me. Having only walked a couple of minutes I could have turned back and peed at the bar but the urge was not that bad so I decided to hold it. The urge however started to grow quite rapidly and it wasn’t long before I had to pee quite a lot, so much in fact that I was starting to look for a quiet spot to relieve myself but the street was full of young and/or drunk people so finding a spot wasn’t as easy. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans which put extra pressure on my poor bladder and at the same time would make it a bit harder to pee discreetly, than if I had been wearing a skirt or a dress. The urge continued to grow as a walked through the city and having to pee really bad I was soon holding my crotch, feeling quite nervous that I would make it home dry… Five minutes later, my bladder had started to hurt and it seem impossible to hold it until I got home. Still looking of a peaceful spot to relieve myself, I became quite frustrated as every stop seemed to be either very well lid or very close to people. Walking passed a loud dance club, I knew that I had made it more than half way home. Desperately wanting to go inside and use their toilet I looked at the que of about 30-40 people standing outside waiting to get in I realized that it would most likely be faster to walk the rest of the way home. Although very tempted to walked up and ask the bouncer to let me in and use the toilet, I decided to walk along as it seem most likely that he would say no. I decided to unbutton my jeans to remove some of the pressure from by bladder but it made almost no difference. Fighting to keep my pants dry I had a hard time walking normally in my fancy heels. Still with a firm grip on my crotch I as a couple of drunk guys walk into a lid ally about 50 meters from me. As I walked by, I couldn’t help but notice them unzipping their pants and started to pee against the wall. The sound of their pee hitting the ground made the urge so much worse and squirt of warm pee escaped my bladder and made it into my tight panties. Managed to regain control I knew that I had to do something fast, unless I wanted to soak my tight panties and jeans. The moist feeling between my legs only made me have to pee even more but as I turned a corner, I saw a huge lorry parked to the side of the street not far from me. The lorry was parked on the side of the road that didn’t have any streetlights and I knew that unless I wanted to pee my pants, the lorry would be my only option. Walking as fast as I could another squirt escaped my bladder only a few meters away from the lorry and as I walked into the shadow, I could clearly feel a small stream of pee leaking into my panties even though I tried to really hard to hold it. Unable to stop leaking, I quickly pulled my already unbuttoned jeans half way down my thighs and as I squatted down I finally lost control. Unfortunately, with my panties still around my hips, I could clearly feel and hear the warm pee oozing out of my pussy and through my panties onto the sidewalk. By the time that I was finally done peeing the crotch and back of my tight purple panties was completely soaked in warm urine. As a stood up and pulled up my tight jeans, the wet fabric of my panties was presses against my pussy a made a weird, unfamiliar and slightly uncomfortable feeling as I walked the rest of the way home.
  9. 19 points
    This happened a while ago. Matt loves tickling me till I wet my pants, it doesn't seem to matter wether I have a full bladder or I am not needing to pee at all, the result is the same . I wet my pants, I cant help doing it, which amuses Matt, my partner no end . I wasn't wearing panties this time and the little squirt of pee that I let go as I struggled to control myself ran straight down my leg . I don't really mind, because it was an incident like this that started our wet relationship in the first place, every cloud has a silver lining
  10. 18 points
    Just a little background, I’ve been here for more months than I can remember, and all I’ve done is download stuff from the site (lol), so now I feel like its about time I contribute with a story of mine. Sorry if some of my writing doesn’t make sense, I haven’t written essays like this for a long time, now, I’m not really good with writing, and the editor is a little weird lol. This was an experience of mine a couple of days ago. University was about to start again, so a couple of my friends from the math department invited me to go out with them to a restaurant. I don’t have much friends, so for me, this was a highlight of my otherwise boring life. We met up there around 7. It was a nice Spanish-style restaurant. The kind that charged for the bread they give you before the meal, so I could already tell it would be expensive. Luckily, we all pooled up a grand total of $400; enough for a party of 5. The waiter came up and asked for our drinks. I asked for a sparkling water. Cutting back on the details, I’ll just skip past the part where I drink about 5 glasses of sparkling water and the other stuff you do at a restaurant. Those glasses of sparkling water quickly made it down to my bladder (I have certain genetic disorders that lead me to have an overactive bladder). After a little bit of discomfort, I decided it was time to go to the toilet. I was sitting at the end of the booth with two others (you know, where you have to sit between a wall and the person next to you). However, I had a last minute change of heart, and decided it was too embarrassing to ask my friends to get up and let me through because I needed the bathroom. It’s not that I’m shy, but there are things I’m not too vivid asking about. Half an hour had passed, but it felt like an eternity. I did my best to not squirm or shift around like I would normally do. I pressed myself into the table a little bit so that I could secretly push at least my left hand (person was to the right) in between my legs. Big mistake. I pressed myself too much, and it pushed into my stomach that already hurt. What should have felt like a wooden table push softly felt like somebody punched me. I gasped as I felt an unbearable sting and my bladder cramped up even worse. This didn’t go unnoticed though, as my friend across from me asked me if I was OK. The pain made me tear up a little. I looked pale and sick, and I tried to come up with an excuse. “Yeah, it’s just a headache” Then my friend next to me asked if I wanted to go to the bathroom to wash up, because I didn’t look to good. My heart went up with joy at the thought that I could finally relieve myself. I nodded my head in agreement, and my friend told my other friend to get up so I could go. I slowly got up, trying not to have some sort of spasm. I made my way to the bathroom in the smallest possible steps. When I got there, I arrived a sight that my heart sink. There was a loooong line, and the restroom only had two booths. It was either forcing myself to stand in the line, or go back to my table and have the inevitable happen. I whimpered a little as I carefully made my way to the back of the line. I noticed a cruel and ironic detail; the carpet was unexplainably dry (from what I could tell, the carpet was dark colored). I would assume that anyone would have had an accident with such a crappy bathroom and the long line to it. If I were to have one there, a puddle on the almost clean floor would have given me away. All the more reasons to hold myself. About TWENTY minutes had passed, and only like 3 girls went in. 2 in the line decided it wasn’t worth it, and got out of the line. Still, it wasn’t enough. My bladder was screaming for relief, and my sudden spasms showed it. After shifting around, I realized that I was a little wet. Although I was hoping it was sweat from all the movement and straining, I highly doubted it. I groaned loud enough for the people around me to glance at me discreetly with their eyes. I felt my face burn up with embarrassment. A few more minutes passed. The desperation only got worse. Before I even knew it, I was subconsciously squirming around and tightening my fists between my legs. I no longer cared if I was making a total clown out of myself. In my brain, my douchebag side hoped that someone else in the line would have an accident so that if I were to have an accident, at least the humiliation would be shared. My head was full of negative thoughts due to the situation. I don’t know how much time had passed. My friends are probably wondering what’s taking so long. The food is probably there. I thought to myself that this night could NOT get any shittier. Unfortunately, I proved myself horribly wrong. I felt an almost cozy warmth going down my legs. At that sudden moment, I realized I had begun to lose control. I squeaked loudly, again attracting attention to myself. Shit shit shit shit!!!! I was in one of the busiest restaurants in the area, wetting myself. Of course I fought back. Luckily (yeah right), I was in a dimly lit area, in black jeans. Instead of seeing me disgrace myself like I actually was doing, to them, I was just dryly fighting my desperation. I didn’t dare to look at the floor to see if there was a puddle forming, out of the shock of the moment and because it was a dark carpet. I did feel small streams around my feet, so I could only imagine the damage I was leaving. I kept my eyes closed and head down. For some reason, I suddenly made my way out of the restaurant, speed-walking out of the line, not looking back to see if I left behind any puddles or to see who was staring at me. Once outside, I panicked because I didn’t know what to do. I was still spurting in my pants. I made my way to the obscurely dark parking lot. Without any other thoughts, I couldn’t handle it. I voluntarily let go of the rest of my bladders contents. I fought back my tears, as I didn’t want anybody to notice that I was crying, but I could feel a few tears run down my face. My pants and underwear were soaked. There I was, the shining star of the mathematics department, sobbing behind a car with streams of urine going down my pant legs. My hands were shaking in nervousness. What do I do now? My accident wasn’t visible in my black jeans. At least, if you didn’t look too hard. The glistening of running liquid stopped, so light wouldn't be reflected or anything. It hit me that now I had to tell my friends. I had to tell them that I couldn’t handle my bladder and wet myself like a toddler. How would I tell them? “Hey guys, I had an accident” No. I couldn’t do that. The humiliation would be too much. But I can’t hide an accident! I mean, can I? I could try to, it would be a little risk. But what other choice do I have? I had to just go back, force a smile on my face, and pretend nothing happened. I had to mask my discomfort and embarrassment for the remainder of the night. So I did my best job at acting. “Sorry I took so long!” I said smiling as I got to the table. The food STILL wasn’t there yet. “What took so long?” a friend on the other side (next to the one across) said with concern. With a hidden bit of bitterness, I responded “Long line” My two friends got up to let me through, and as I went to my position, I made sure to keep my butt off the leather, as to not leave a wet trail on the booth. I sat down on my seat, and already felt the discomfort of wet fabric pressed on my legs. But I hid my discomfort, and got into their conversation, while we waited for our food. The kitchen was slow, so I got the privilege of having to wait ANOTHER half hour, sitting down in my state. All I could do is groan quietly to myself, realizing it would be a long night and long time before I could get into clean clothes. Maybe if I’m lucky, they’ll dry up by the time we leave.