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  1. So last week if you view already, do you know I went out of town for a bachelorette weekend with a few of my girlfriends and of course we were all drinking as much as we possibly could without getting sick. We bar hopped around Nashville and had the time of our lives. We checked out Broadway. I went to a few different places. Of course I was not the DD. I was one of the drinkers lol needless to say I had a couple drinks at each place and was definitely feeling pretty drunk by the time the girls were ready to head home, so of course I wasn’t thinking straight. Our DD kind of hurried us out of the last bar because she was ready to get back to the room and have some fun there and continue drinking. Little did we know there was gonna be traffic because of a football game that was going on anddddd I kind of forgot to go pee before we left and needless to say the traffic was terrible. after about 15 minutes of riding in the car, it really started to hit me and I started to grow concerned have a minute because I had to pee so bad!!! I kept telling my friends that I had to pee I had to pee had to peeeeee. So there was nothing they could do though. We just had to sit and wait. After a few more minutes, one of my other friends popped up and said she had to pee really bad to which made me feel better, but also not at the same time lol. I was starting to grow really desperate and starting to really get worried that I might actually not be able to make it. I’ve never actually Peed my pants in front of one of my friends, so I was really growing nervous.😬😬 A few more minutes go by and I’m really really starting to get concerned. At this point I am crossing my legs and occasionally putting my hand in my crotch trying to hold myself because I really have to pee so bad. I told my friends again girls I have to pee so bad and I didn’t think I’d be able to make it. My other friend that had to pee told me that she was in about the same boat and the driver told us you girls better freaking hold of her I’m gonna make you pay for this. We both continue to hold on as hard as we could but I knew in my heart that this was probably gonna be the moment that I actually had an accident in front of my friends for the first time. My bladder was so freaking full, but I’ve never been in so much pain lol. A few more minutes go by and I’ll tell the driver, “ Tiffany If you don’t pull over in the next like a minute or two I’m going to pee my pants in the car. I’m seriously dying right now!!” She tells me again I don’t know what you want me to do. We’re sitting here in traffic!! my other friend tells her girl I’m about to pee my pants too. It’s getting serious. A second or two later I’ll put out my first leak and it goes for probably a second or two. I yell out to Tiffany again.” Girl I’m seriously like peeing my pants right now you’ve got to find a place or it’s gonna be bad!!” She tells me again there’s nothing I can do and if that point, another leak comes out for a few seconds then another then another and at this point there’s nothing I can do. I’m peeing my pants right now. This point I tell Tiffany look I could not hold it. It just is coming out and I can’t stop it. I sat there in the car and flooded my pants right there in front of my friends, and luckily for me. My other friend in the backseat was not too far behind me and it might’ve been that she just went ahead and went because I did too, but I don’t care. I got to see my other friend pee her pants and got to pee my pants in front of my friends for the first time accidentally of course. 😉🥰
    88 points
  2. Just a picture preview 😜
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  4. This babe really soaks her jeans. There were a couple of moments where I thought she was done, and then her jeans would glisten more. She didn't just make a puddle, girl must've made a small pond on the floor. Sexy talk as well. At the end, she peels off her jeans, shows her wet (and cute green) panties, and proceeds to strip naked. I loved it, and thought it was worthy to share. Enjoy! Super Soaking Strip Hot.mp4
    73 points
  5. Hi. You may have seen this in the Discord. Basically I wear diapers pretty much 24/7 now. That is, until somebody decided to dare me to wear panties, to prove how much of a baby I am. Weak bladdered I am, but a bitch I am not. So I took them up on the challenge and started a BBBB hold in the Discord. To be honest? I made it really far!! I think I lasted 2 hours? On BBBB rules?? I mean, come on, thats pretty good, right? I was destined for failure though. I was wearing overalls and by the time I was ready to call it a day on the challenge, it was too late... I managed to film myself floundering about in the dying moments. I genuinely forgot how hot it is to have an *accident* accident. After being in diapers for so long you forget how great it feels to have pee rolling down your legs... >> I think there may be more "big girl" cosplay soon enough tbh, but in the meantime I really hope you enjoy this video. 🥺💖 20231125_012025_2_1_1.mp4
    72 points
  6. Here's another hold! Actually surprised with how I managed to get another one done so quick 😭 I did a bit of no hands holding and bladder squeezing to challenge myself a little too! Tried editing this down (unnecessary noises, cutting it down etc.) but I do apologise if it is a little intrusive! If this is the case, I'll leave the editing out of it next time! Enjoy a much longer video 💕 InShot_20240320_225203935 (1).mp4
    69 points
  7. Here's my latest video! I thought I'd incorporate a skirt and nudity into it, as those were the two most popular choices! And people enjoyed the last vid so I wanted to keep something from it! I'm really sorry if this wasn't what you wanted or if you wanted more! I'll hopefully be able to understand y'alls taste and what you wanna see soon. Until then, enjoy! 💞🩷 20240326_134037_compressed.mp4
    69 points
  8. I don't know who she is and don't seem to recognize her from anywhere, so I hope it's ok to post. If she is on the DNP or something of the like, please tell me and I'll remove the video. I quite enjoyed it. Girl wearing already peed in jeans rides a bull while peeing some more, soaks her pants outside later and pees some more with her pants pulled partially down. Yeeehaw! 7146541.mp4
    69 points
  9. I know accidents happen sometimes, but it doesn't make me feel better when they do... I definitely should have been wearing a pull-up. Next time I'll play it on the safe side.
    66 points
  10. Some nudity at the end. 憋不住失禁 [816479525_456239017].mp4
    66 points
  11. Have never posted stuff before and this is my first real wetting 🥺 it was so warm and i was trying to hold for longer, but it just started leaking, and
    66 points
  12. I just wanted to give something back to the community at this festive time of the year. Thank you to all those who have supported HD Wetting over the years. And if you haven't previously been a member of HD Wetting, I urge you to consider it. There are now well over a thousand original high-definition videos, all available for paying members. The videos below are just a small example of some of the content we have to offer. I don't think I've shared them for free before, so I hope that you enjoy them. Just a quick warning, these videos do contain female nudity and lesbian content. vid_1191.mp4 vid_1192.mp4
    62 points
  13. this is probably my favorite and best wetting ever. i got nice and desperate and put on some old skate shoes to take a walk in the woods behind my house. i feel like i barely made it onto the trail before i started leaking. it was such a struggle to hold it in. this wetting felt INCREDIBLE and i completely soaked my jeans front and back. it was hard to capture in the video but every time i took a step after the piss was seriously FLOWING out of the holes in my shoes. i hope u guys enjoy this one as much as i did!! 😊 if u enjoy my content and would like to support me please considering getting the full video here 🫶 woods jeans teaser.mp4
    62 points
  14. I have a lot of omo stories from playing sports that I’ll start posting. This one is slightly different through. It’s not about me (mostly). It’s about the captain of my college softball team. Let me tell you a little bit about her before I tell the story. Let’s just call her Jen for convenience. Jen had a pretty dominant personality. I also had an absolutely MASSIVE crush on her. She was insanely attractive: an absolute 10/10. She was a little above average height, had blonde hair, was about as muscular as a girl could naturally be, and had a really nice ass. The reason I bring up those two things is because it’s kinda of surreal seeing a dominant person, who you also have a crush on, potty dancing like a little girl. And I don’t know if I could describe how I felt without providing that context. Anyway, one hot spring day, we had a home game. It was a pretty close game that went into multiple extra innings, but we eventually won. As you can probably guess, we all had to pee with varying levels of urgency, but none more than Jen, I just didn’t know it yet. We headed back to the locker room where we stripped down to our bare asses, ready to hit the showers after being way too sweaty for hours. I threw my towel around my shoulder and headed for the showers, but all the showers were being used, and there was a line for them. I decided to pee first because my urge was pretty uncomfortable, and the sound of multiple showers running at once was definitely not helping my bladder. The locker room was laid out in a way where you couldnt see the toilets from the main room with the lockers. You had to go through another door to get to that section. When I opened the door, I was very upset to see that all 3 stalls were occupied, and that there was a longer line for them than the showers. What made me even more upset was that most of the girls still had their uniforms on, meaning that they intended to pee and change in the stalls, delaying my relief by way more than it should have. I get that some people are shy about changing in front of others, but why now?! But I figured it would still take less time than waiting for the showers to be free. I had no choice but to shut up and suffer. About a minute later, I heard the door open, followed by very quick footsteps. It was Jen, also butt naked, and as she turned the corner and saw the line, she seemed just as horrified. I could hear her sigh and curse under her breath, “f-fu-fuck!” That caught my attention right away. I didn’t want to look and be weird, so I just quickly glanced behind me. She was biting her lower lip as her knees slightly buckled inwards, fists balled up tight, seemingly trying to resist the urge to grab her pussy and potty dance in front of 10 or so other girls. She was a pretty prideful person, so this was extra mortifying for her. There are the types of girls who announce to the whole world when they have to pee, and then there’s Jen, way on the opposite end of the spectrum. Ten minutes went by and the line wasn’t even halved. My teammates seemed to be taking their time, chatting it up while changing instead of just peeing and getting out. I wasn’t particularly worried, because I knew I’d make it. I was more so really pissed off. Jen on the other hand, was not doing well. She was making all kinds of awkward, stiff movements and weird sounds, breathing heavily. It seemed as if she was trying her hardest to hide her desperation. After some time, it was only me and Jen in line. But the 3 stalls were all occupied by girls who were changing, so it would be at least another few minutes. One of the girls was even texting! I could hear the annoying iPhone keyboard sounds from where I was standing. I was really pissed off, but what could I do? I realized that Jen was probably going to piss herself any minute, so I offered to let her cut in front of me. She seemed absolutely mortified that I would even ask that, but she didn’t say no. I got to see her desperation in all its glory now. She had a hard time standing up straight, sticking her ass out and swaying it about. Her hands couldn’t leave her crotch without her doubling back over. Her body was very tensed up. There was no hopping from one foot to another; all her strength was focused on holding back her full bladder. Needless to say, I was incredibly turned on. Five minutes went by and the stalls were still occupied. My urge was pretty bad now. I was hopping from foot to foot, swaying my body, grabbing my crotch with both my hands, but more importantly, now Jen was incredibly frantic. She basically couldn’t leave the doubled over position. Her face was extremely red, and it seemed like she was on the verge of tears. I couldn’t help but stare at her amazing ass. I saw a little piss dripping down her legs. That’s when it hit me. Oh my god, she’s about to have an accident. She ran into the corner of the bathroom leaving a trail of piss the whole way, squatted, and unleashed a monstrous stream while moaning in relief. Her face looked like she had just taken a thousand pound weight off her shoulders. I felt bad for her, but my god, it was an amazing sight. She finished and stood there, looking at her puddle in shock. She wiped her hands on her ass cheeks and speedwalked back to the main area of the locker room, eager to leave this humiliating situation behind. I felt like I could cum right there, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. But a more pressing matter was still in my hands. I judged my bladder incorrectly. All that fluid I drank from the game, followed by the much too long wait, and seeing Jen’s relief, all culminated into a frantic potty dance. I seriously considered doing the same thing that Jen did. Finally, a stall opened, and I practically shoved my teammate out of the way. I started peeing just before my ass touched the seat, moaning in relief. I finished up and made my way to the showers, where I had to wait in another line! But this one was shorter, and I finally took care of business.
    61 points
  15. I apologize I’m advance for the long back story but I do feel like it’s necessary. so a couple weeks ago I played a drunk truth or dare game with some friends. I ended up having to do a dare and the dare was to try an abnormal fetish. we ended up googling a bunch of different ones and put them all in a list randomized and low and behold.. I ended up with omorashi! I have never heard of this and decided joining this forum and exploring it before trying it was the best thing to do. I have read a few experiences and let the thoughts race through my mind about all of this. I decided to try and pee my pants before taking a shower one night and just absolutely could not bring myself to do it. I had to go pretty bad then and still couldn’t do it. I mean I’ve trained myself my entire life NOT to do that.. lol Anyway I was determined to find a way to try it! Now I will say if I drink much of anything typically it goes right through me and I have to go pretty urgently once it hits. my friends have made comments about me always having to pee, so I’d guess I have a small bladder. I’ve had to pee really badly multiple times and had grave concern that I would have an accident even a couple times, but I never actually had one. I’ve peed a little bit here and there before from laughing or coughing but who hasn’t? Fast forward to tonight, I was working a second job that I occasionally pick up when I have nothing going on. it was a 10:00PM-3:00AM shift as a CNA. One of my best friends worked with me so I knew the night would be pretty fun and relaxed. usually the late shifts like this are pretty slow, but they do have busy moments. There have been a couple close calls of me being busy and not being able to pee for a while and feeling like I might have an accident while working here, so I felt like tonight could be a fun opportunity to put myself in a desperate situation. I stopped on my way in and got a 44oz coke and had a couple water bottles in my car so I took those in too. over my first couple hours I slowly but steadily drank all of my coke and the urge was starting to hit me pretty hard. we were completely dead as my need was getting obvious and I was just sitting there talking with my friend so it would’ve been too awkward holding and not going to a restroom so I went a head and broke my seal and peed. I started drinking both of my waters and got them both down within the next half hour and that’s when the work started getting busier. Call lights and a couple late showers had to be done. I was focused on working for 30 minutes to an hour and out of nowhere I had to pee and it was extremely urgent! we were about to do another shower and I chickened out right beforehand and ran on to the restroom again. I was too nervous to pee my self in front of my friend and a patient. I went ahead and refilled a bottle and drank it quickly after I went to the restroom. I decided to keep refilling it and had a couple more over the next hour and got even closer to having an accident again and of course chickened out yet again.. The only thing is this time I started leaking as I got to the restroom and I peed myself a little bit. my underwear leaked through and showed a little bit on my scrubs, thankfully they are black so it didn’t show! After this restroom trip I had 45 minutes left in my shift and a 15 minute drive home so I drank yet another water and REFUSED to let myself visit the restroom before leaving. 10 minutes until my shift ended the urgent need hit me hard again.. I ignored it, it got worse, I kept ignoring the need but time was dragging so slow and I had to pee worse and worse by the second! I had to hold myself and squirm and dance practically nonstop for the last couple minutes just to hold it. I was so nervous but at the same time excited! I felt like I was going to finally get a sample of the fun you guys talk about on here! I had to waddle my way across the building to clock out. It was by far and away the biggest struggle of my LIFE! Thankfully no one was in the hallway and didn’t see me fighting my bladder for it’s life! I knew as I made the long walk around the guiding towards my car that there was no way I could hold it til I got home but I decided to say screw it and risk it anyway! I danced and held myself with all of my night as I stepped slowly to the car.. until I got right to it and the floodgate broke loose.. a small leak turned into a couple more, then to a slow stream, to a complete flood and pee pouring out of me through my pants, all down my legs, into my socks and shoes and all over the ground. of course I didn’t think this through at all and had nothing to put in my car seat to keep it dry so I just had to sit there with pee pants all over my seat and drive home like that. I didn’t realize though that there was still a ton of water trying to work it’s way through my body and my need got extremely quickly again and I ended up having a second uncontrollable accident and peeing what felt like a gallon right into my cloth seat.. So my thoughts as I sit here in my drive way in a massive puddle in my drivers seat of my car and my pants soaked from top to bottom and my feet feeling like they’re swimming in my shoes, THIS WAS ACTUALLY KIND OF FUN😉🥵 I wanna try this again soon, it might end up being my new thing! and since I’m already soaked and sitting in a puddle and have to pee AGAIN. I’m peeing myself again as I type these words 😘
    60 points
  16. So, my wife is not into this kink in anyway that I am aware of, and I've been with her for many years... I spoken on here about her handful of accidents over the years, 90% of them alcohol related, and one due to just trying to hold on for too long (She's a teacher and normally has 'teacher bladder' syndrome where she can go for a whole day without peeing, but on one occasion, was caught out and didn't make it...) So it is a very rare occasion that my wife would normally even get close to losing control and wetting herself. She teaches Drama, and so we go into London often to see shows in the West End so that she can keep across what's current in theatre. Last weekend we went to see "Stranger Things - the stage show". Ordinarily she is not a fan of anything scary, or that might make her jump (She is on a hair trigger for that sort of thing, and will squeal and jump quite easily..) but because the staging of this show has been highly praised, she decided to brave it and go and see for herself. We arrived at the theatre in good time, and so went to the bar beforehand. She had a large glass of wine, which she would normally before a show, but this was more to steady her nerves on this occasion. I won't give away any spoilers or plot points here, just in case anyone else here was planning on seeing it (Do, if you can..it's good!) but during the first act, after tension has been building for a while, something happens that makes the whole theatre jump and scream together. My wife, as usual did just that. This time however, just after everyone had calmed down, I heard my wife swear under her breath. I leaned over to her and whispered if she was ok. She leaned back and whispered into my ear "I'm pissing myself" My heart rate rose (as did other parts of my anatomy...!) and I looked down into her lap. In the darkness of the theatre I couldn't see anything at all, so I whispered. "Was it just a little bit? I can't see anything" She leaned back again and said "I'm still pissing...now I've started I can't stop...I've totally lost it"... Not long afterwards we reached the interval. As soon as the lights started to come up in the auditorium, my wife almost leapt out of her seat to get to the toilets to deal with the damage. As she passed in front of me, I saw the fact that the whole of her backside was soaked, and it was quite obvious in the light blue jeans she was wearing... I was by now struggling to hide my growing erection!.. About ten minutes later she came back from the toilets, now with her jumper tied around her waist. She was bright red and avoiding eye contact with everyone. She had also got another glass of wine in her hand and was shakily drinking it! I asked her if she'd managed to sort everything out.. She sheepishly admitted that she hadn't arrived at the toilets first, and had had to queue with some other women. The woman behind her in the queue and asked if she was ok, as she had obviously seen the evidence of what had happened. My wife said she was fine, but needed to try and dry things out. At this point, much to my wife's embarrassment, a conversation struck up around her. with several women admitting that they had come close to accidents, and commiserating with her for not being able to hold on. It was one of these women who suggested to my wife to use her jumper as cover for what had happened, and also to take a handful of paper towels back to her seat, so that she didn't have to sit on a completely soaked chair for the rest of the show. She finished the rest of her wine in silence, silently fuming with herself that she had had such an accident, and also too embarrassed to look up in case anyone around us had seen her jeans before being hidden. The lights then went down for the second act, he last words to me as the did were a whispered "My seat is soaking..it's all cold...!" I struggled to concentrate much on the second act, as I was playing the situation over in my mind constantly, and wishing that I had somewhere private to go to relieve some of the tension that was building up inside of me! Mid way through the second act, there is another point where something happens that makes everyone jump and squeal. (It's that sort of show!) My wife, again joined in with this reaction. This time I looked around at her, just to see how she was. I fully expected her to be looking sheepish at the memory of the first half. What I didn't expect was her look of shock, and then for her to lean into me and whisper "I've f**king done it again!" Now my mouth went dry, and I whispered back "What? the same as last time, or just a little bit this time?" She leaned in and said "It's all come out...I'm soaked again.." She then paused and said "Well at least my seat's warm now!" The rest of the show passed by in a blur for me now.. There were some other scares, and I checked with my wife each time, but by now she had clearly emptied her bladder, because there were no further accidents. At the end of the show, when the lights came up, she asked if we could hang back and wait for everyone else to leave. We did that, and when we were the last people in the auditorium, and the usherettes were coming around with bags to clear up litter, she stood up. This time the wet patch was clearly around her crotch and had soaked down between her thighs too. There was no hiding what she had done. As an usherette passed by in the row in front, my wife sheepishly said "You will probably need to dry that seat out before it can me used again. I had a little accident" The usherette, who was probably 18 or 19, around the age my wife teaches, looked at my wife, looked down at her piss soaked jeans and said "Don't worry madam, thank you for telling us. It's not the first time we have had to sort that out, and I'm sure you won't be the last one." And then in a kicker that twisted the knife, she said "It's usually the teenaged girls though. You are a bit older than who normally wets their pants!" We then left the theatre, my wife doing a walk of shame that even her jumper couldn't fully cover. She insisted on going to s bar, because she was very grumpy and wanted to drown her sorrows. I was dispatched to get the drinks, while she went to the ladies to try and dry herself a little for our drive home. About an hour or so later, she was quite drunk. I by now had plucked up the courage to ask her about what had happened, and she was drunk enough to talk about it. She said that there had been a moment in the first act, where something had happened (no spoilers here!) and she'd jumped a little. She said at that point she had felt like she was about to lose control, but had clamped her thighs and pussy muscles together and regained her composure. She didn't think anything of it, because she normally has complete control over her bladder when sober, and so dismissed the incident from her mind. Then the first big jump had happened, and she said as she was squealing and her heart was racing, it took a couple of seconds for her to realise what was going on. She said that she felt her knickers getting warm and wet, and couldn't understand what that was (for a split second she even wondered if she had suddenly started her period) but then as the wetness spread and continued to flow, she had realised what she was doing, and could do nothing to stop the flow. She said that in the second half, when the big jump happened, she didn't notice the wetness, as her knickers had never been dry, but it was the warmth that made her realise that she had leaked again. I was struggling to stay focussed and act nonchalant, but then in her drunkenness, she leaned in to me and admitted that as soon as she had felt the hot gush in her knickers, she had briefly regained control, but then had decided that as she was so wet anyway, and as it was inevitable that there would be lots of other little leaks, she decided to get it over with, and just let go in her pants there and then! I was slightly shocked by this admission. She laughed at my expression, and just said "Well. It could have been worse! I could have shit myself as well!.. I did that when I saw Nightmare on Elm Street when I was 18!" (Way before I knew her...more's the pity!") I was then sent off to get her another drink from the bar, and on shakey legs I managed to get there and back without spilling much!.. By the time we left the bar, she was quite drunk. It was colder, so she put her jumper back on, and even though her jeans hadn't fully dried out, and the wet stain was still visible all over her backside and between her legs, by now she didn't care who was looking at her and guessing what she had done. We had a walk back to the car, and it was quiet chilly. We hadn't gone far before the cold had an effect in her bladder, and she started to complain that she needed to pee. With my heart in my mouth, I 'joked' "Well, you've peed yourself twice tonight, why would another time be a problem?!" and I laughed, to try and hide my suggestion behind a completely-not-serious-at-all-honest joke type comment. She laughed as well, and told me to f**k off..her standard response if I'm making a joke at her expense.. and we carried on walking toward the car.. A few moments later though, she stopped and said "You know what...what the hell..." She spread her legs apart a little, and then in the street lights I saw her jeans start to glisten and a large wet patch re spread around her crotch. I nearly had a heart attack! Several passersby turned to look at what she was doing, the puddle leaking at her feet making it quite obvious what was happening. A couple of girls stopped and looked with their mouths open and then scurried off laughing.. After about a couple of minutes she looked at me and said "Right, if you tell anyone that I pissed myself three times in one night, I'll kill you." and then we continued our walk back to the car!... So..that was my Saturday night...I think I will be reliving that evening many, many times over in my mind!
    57 points
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  18. (Had to cut this vid down from 1:21 to 40 seconds because I kept getting an error message saying it was too large. took over 3 hours to upload as a result so this'll be the only time I do this most likely). xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Just watched an hour of desperate pee vids while slowly drinking a bottle of herbal tea + water... nearly a gallon of h20 in all today. My bladder is aching, my urethra pulsating && it feels like I could leak all over my bed when leaning over to type this. I'm about to move to the bathroom floor to "set up" and try to have playtime, hopefully w. out losing control & wetting myself before the grand finale. (nothing like a good peegasm to start the week). Got the towels, lube & computer ready. I'm wearing light grey panties with some ugly orange shorts; the upside being that the pee will show up very well on both so there's no hiding it. #accountability after setting up the phone things are clearly not going well. it took abt 15 mins to figure out how 2 record from an angle that didn't capture my face, which was 15 more than I had. I click 'play' on the wetting porn & instantly lose control, struggling to hit 'record' in time. Dammit!! I really didn't want to piss the floor and was gonna run 2 the stool or tub 1st, at least for part of it. Oh well. The struggle you hear in my voice is real. obviously I was hugely turned on by the piss hissing into my panties so I quickly gave up on the peegasm idea & just let it all flow. I start with the bright orange shorts on but they quickly come off so I can access my now-soaked private bits better. Its 4 the best....... they were wrecked anyway. See 4 urselves: I've watched a ton of hot vids in the last hour & a half or so, some of which i'll link at the end of this thread. let's just say watching cute girls drench themselves in the backseat of moving cars, in too-small diapers that leak & other sexy scenarios is only encouraging me to let the piss rivers flow. I try to snap as many pics an vids as possible before starting Phase II (the sexual stuff) but am just SO. turned on. I'll leave that part to ur imagination. 😏 Here's the vid. If you hear background voices, they're from a 'wetting by the side of the road' vid I was watching at the time. Pity, cause I'd love 4 a sexy saturated sister to join me IRL. 40sec.mp4 Ultimate Pee & Masturbation Compilation: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=648f4f58a4a0f Pee in a fitting room: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=64536a1e8c567 Girl with pee desperation pee in her boyfriend's car https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=&view=detail&mmscn=mysv&mid=82DA0A23B2E3A6D6A5C082DA0A23B2E3A6D6A5C0&FORM=SVIM01&idpbck=1
    55 points
  19. these aren’t as long as I hoped they would be but I hope they are enjoyed nonetheless ! IMG_6157.mov IMG_6310.mov
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  20. Oh boy do I have a mammoth story for you guys today I have never had a proper accident in front of people in my life... until today. This is exactly the kind of story that I've been reading from other people on this site for years but the kind of perfect storm of circumstances that I never would have thought really happens... until it happened to me. Let's set the scene. This morning, I woke up significantly earlier than I usually do so I thought perfect, I have even more hours to play with, I'm going to do a big hold and hopefully end up wetting some lovely skinny jeans and film it for all you lovely lovely people on my ManyVids (humble plug 😉). This is unfortunately not how the day turned out although the result was arguably better, even though I wasn't able to film anything. I started by drinking a nice cup of tea and heading out to my local shopping mall. I don't have much privacy in my house which makes omo play a bit of a logistical nightmare, but I digress. For this hold, I planned to drive to my nearest motorway service station (about 25 minutes away) which has showers. I thought that would provide plenty of privacy to film a desperation/wetting video and would be ideal for easy cleanup. I walked around some shops and bought some skinny jeans from a charity shop to wet in, and some cute undies to wear in future videos. While shopping I worked my way through two energy drinks which totalled about 500ml, on top of the previously mentioned cup of tea, as well as about a litre of water. You can see where this is going. I went into the public toilets, not to pee but to change into my peeing clothes. What a concept right? 🤣 Being inches away from a toilet but not letting myself use it was torture, and as soon as I shut the door all my drinks caught up with me at once. My body knew I was out of sight of prying eyes so my bladder spasmed, pee fighting for release so desperately that I had to hold myself tightly with my hand to stave off the flood. I managed to calm down, and changed into the designated wetting jeans I had just bought. I left the shopping mall feeling incredibly full, and still had a 20 minute drive ahead of me. I laid a plastic bag and a towel on the seat of my car as a just-in-case, but this turned out to be a premature omen, it seems. In my haste to leave the mall, I absent-mindedly set up my sat nav but didn't think to check it was actually directing me to the right place... it wasn't. I took a wrong turning, got a bit lost, and ended up adding an extra ten minutes onto my journey. Turns out this was indicative of how the rest of my hold would go. I arrived at the motorway services station absolutely bursting. The extra 10 minutes of the drive had been a bit frantic and now I was at my limit. I gathered up my bag with my clean, dry jeans in and a towel. In hindsight I am so, so glad I had these items 🙏 I stiffly got out of my car and headed towards the building. I felt like I was about to leak as I was walking up the steps, but turns out it was about to get much worse. There was a sign on the door to the service station: Please be advised that the toilets are currently out of service for refurbishment. Apologies for any inconvenience caused. Oh, they were about to find out what kind of inconvenience this caused and then they'll be sorry. I know this is the kind of convenient inconvenience that it feels like would only happen in the movies or in other people's omo stories that have been posted across the internet over the years, and I thought this as well until it happened to me. I didn't think too much of this hurdle because I was heading for the shower, not the toilets. How naïve of me. I only made it a few steps into the lobby when I glanced to the hallway that leads to the toilets and the shower. The entire hallway was blocked by a construction barrier. Now, I would like to preface this next part with a disclaimer that in order to practice this kink ethically, I am strongly opposed to leaving a mess for an unsuspecting somebody else to clean up, when they do not share this kink. It's my hard limit, I don't want to leave a mess. That being said, in this situation, I did not have a choice in the matter. I pissed myself. Not a leak, not a few little spurts, I had absolutely no warning. I just started peeing full force into my jeans, right there in a big open communal space where truck drivers were drinking coffee and chatting. I was in shock, I panicked, I froze. What the fuck do I do?! No matter how much I squeezed all my pelvic muscles I was absolutely powerless to stop the stream. I dashed quickly to a side so I was at least not right in the walkway. Reassured by the fact that my jeans had soaked everything up thus far and there was no puddle on the floor, I pressed on. I made it as far as a big block/pillar thing which I was able to sort of 'hide' behind for some shelter from view, maybe cling on to a tiny shred of dignity. Shop workers in full view of me didn't notice what was going on, I felt like an agent somehow going undetected. I'm sure some of the truck drivers saw the wet streaks down the backs of my legs but I didn't care, maybe they were into it. Right now all I needed to do was find somewhere, anywhere, to piss NOW. Ahead of me, I could see the hallway that led to what was supposed to be toilets. I hobbled, cross-legged, towards the hallway and moved the construction barrier to slip around it. As a last ditch attempt I tried pushing on all the toilet doors (maybe refurbishment hadn't actually started yet?) but every single one was locked. I had no other option. There were two empty mop buckets at the end of the hall. I made a beeline for one and half-squatted over it, draining as much as I could into the seat of my jeans. Some people walked past the other end of the hallway so I stood up as not to be caught in the act, and hid as much as I could behind a tiny outcropping of the wall. I was completely frantically pee dancing at this point, but thankfully nobody saw me. The people walked past and I immediately hopped back into position over the mop bucket. It was incredible to relieve some of the pressure. A man approached the end of the hall with a tentative hand on his rather swollen lower abdomen, clearly looking for the toilets. I quickly stood up and resumed my position behind the wall. I made eye contact with him and shook my head, hopefully with a look of sympathetic resignation on my face. He asked me if there were toilets down here, and I said no. I wonder if he realised what was going on in that moment, that I was leaking into my jeans the whole time he was there. After he left (presumably to go and find a secluded tree or something, lucky sod) I perched over the mop bucket one last time and released some pressure. I didn't want to empty my entire bladder into it, like I said, I strongly disagree with leaving messes for other people. The only mess I left was absolutely critical and completely out of my control. Having freed up enough pressure to function normally, I turned my attention to my soiled clothes. Remember that bag I had with a towel and some dry clothes? That, my friend, was a godsend. I took out the towel and wrapped it around my waist, to shield my dignity because I was in full view of anyone who happened to walk past the end of the hall (which was right by the entrance so yes, lots of people were walking past). I peeled off the soiled skinny jeans (a challenge in itself) and undies. At this moment a member of staff appeared at the end of the hall with a 'wet floor' cone. She thankfully didn't notice me or some any closer, because I was stood there like a deer in headlights, completely nude from the waist down and clutching my panties in my hand. I hurriedly put on my dry clothes and wrapped the wet jeans up in the towel, put everything back in the bag and then booked it back to my car, not looking up or daring to make eye contact with anybody. I was in utter disbelief. I could not believe that had just happened. I drove to the nearest petrol station and used the bathrooms there, taking a moment to process what had just happened to me. As I sit here writing this a couple of hours later, I am still in disbelief. It doesn't feel real. What an experience. Definitely the craziest omo thing to happen to me in my life. The first and only time I have ever wet myself in public, without meaning to. I mean, I've deliberately wet myself in secluded woodland before, but never in a room full of people whether I liked it or not. (Spoiler alert; I did like it. It wasn't nearly as embarrassing as I thought such an experience would be. For the most part, I got away unscathed. Nobody 'caught' me necessarily and anyone who did witness the accident had the decency not to confront me, and I was able to leave the situation in dry clothes. I'm sure if anyone had directly seen/spoken to me or if I'd had to leave in my soggy jeans, I would be feeling very differently about it 🤣)
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  21. 2,848 downloads

    Incredibly desperate woman drinks and holds. She does several challenges before she cannot hold any longer. I have a couple more, let me know if you are interested in seeing!!!
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  22. So as many of you know i joined this site as a dare and have actually found joy in holding my pee now. I don’t intentionally do it often and rarely have situations where in desperate aside from planned holds. Well the other night I had a 100% true accident and looking back it was a total rush!!! So my boyfriend and I have a somewhat distant relationship. He doesn’t know about this fetish at all. I’m fact he’s only seen me desperate a couple of times before. Nothing ever happened and he never really made any reaction to it. Other than telling me not to pee in his car 😜. He had gone out drinking with his buddies on a Wednesday night and planned on staying out late as they were off the next day and since I had to work the next day I decided I would sleep in our guest room so he wouldn’t wake me up when he did finally come home. Since he was out I had decided to drink more than usual at work and kind a build my self up to do a hold at home. Of course everything went as expected and my bladder filled up quickly. I continued drinking and peed one last time before I started with the alcoholic beverages and upping the frequency significantly. I had already showered and had on an oversized t shirt and some thicker black pantyhose. I couldnt find any leggings, and honestly I really love wearing tights. I decided to go in into the spare room and binge watch my favorite Netflix show while I drank more. I got through the first 30 minute episode and had a couple white claws with a small need to go (2/10). I continued one and had 1 and a half more in episode 2 for the night and the need was hitting fast(7/10) I got a few minutes into episode 3 and I heard the front door open. My bf was home early. The tv want not very loud so he wouldn’t have been able to hear it on and it was fairly late so he expected me to be asleep. of course that didn’t stop him from being loud🙄. Now I never wear tights other than to work, formal events or if it’s really cold outside under leggings or other pants. he also does not like them for some reason. He had been on edge and he was upset about money and with him out drinking I knew we would 100% end up fighting because of this that or the other so staying in the spare room and pretending to be asleep was the best option that night… one BIG problem though, our bathroom was on the other side of the house and I would have to go passed him to get to it and I had to pee BADDDD! By the time I worked through the unexpected situation at hand I forgot about my need to pee and drinking well more than my bladder could take at this point. I was a 8.5/10. I had began breathing a little different, squirming some and holding myself. I quickly thought that this was going to end bad unless I figured something out fast. i decided to text him and see if he had come home and to tell him I was already asleep in the spare room. He told me that he was just there for a bit and that his other friend was picking him up soon. He also promised to be quiet and let me sleep. i had to think of something to do and something FAST. I only had seltzer can in my little room and it was half full. I had no change of clothes, no containers to pee in, no NOTHING. I was doomed. My need was growing worse by the minute as the realization was setting in that I was pretty much going to have an accident whether I wanted to or not if he didn’t leave soon. I held on and continued scouring the room for something. Every movement, crouching and looking under the bed. Standing back up, was all making things so unbearable. Seconds felt like minutes and my desperation grew substantially. After only a few more minutes I knew I was going to lose it any second. I had drank water consistently all day so I was more than hydrated. I had also drank more than twice my bladder capacity in the last hour. There was no chance at me holding on much longer and sadly I knew it. I ended up standing in the far corner and stood there holding with everything I had when the first couple drops came out. My entire body was shaking! I’ve literally never had to pre so bad before in my life. Even more than times before where I lost control prior. I had tears forming in my eyes. A brief moment after another few second spurt shot out. A small torrent made its way all the way down both legs with a couple drops on the top of my feet. Less than 5 seconds later it started coming and I had no control. I stood there completely drenching my legs, feet and carpet. I stood in a puddle for what felt like an eternity with sheer panic about what to do with him right outside the room in the living room. It wa honestly one of the most anxious few minutes of my life but thankfully yet depressingly he left just a couple minutes after my accident. Sadly I truely don’t think there was a chance I could have waited but it certainly sucked having to clean that mess up when I was that close to the finish line.. but at the end of the day.. that was AMAZING. 10/10 and in my opinion I’m an official omo lover ♥️
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  23. Well today I wanted to try something different and that something was recording myself peeing! I tried to do it yesterday but it didn't turn out the way I wanted so I tried again today and now I'm gonna upload it! I was feeling especially shy when recording this (even if I'm nor showing my face), but even so I hope you guys enjoy it! See ya soon! ;)) 20240225_191640.mp4
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  24. I am away with my nesting partner in a beautiful part of our country and we are in good spirits.. This morning I told him I had joined a fetish community, but I couldn't admit which one. Before I was going to have my morning shower he grabbed at me while I had a full bladder and I was doing a hold and we made a few jokes and I carefully let it slip that I liked being grabbed while bursting.. After my shower I told him I was into Omorashi and that was the community I had joined... I couldn't believe it. He knew already. He's also totally okay with it and it's interested in experimenting!! We have been together since 2016 and he told me he knew from very early on he believed I had a thing for "humiliation" and it was likely bound up with wetting accidents after I told him about my disastrous toilet training. I have been on a high all day, completely distracted from everything else and had a quiet Drink in my favourite "watering hole" to celebrate. 30 years kept secret, feeling like a disgusting freak.. And now I find my partner not only doesn't judge me, isn't going to walk out on me, but is utterly unfazed and willing to experiment doing things so I can feel happy?! I honestly can't believe it. It's like a weight off the shoulders of my Soul and it's so beautiful..
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  25. Hi everyone! I've finally managed to gather up enough motivation to write again, and decided I'd do a little series. I got the main idea from a piece of artwork by Aoi Kurage that I really like and tried to adapt it to my own style. The first chapter doesn't have a whole lot of action going on, but there will be plenty later on (If I can actually find the motivation to write the rest haha). But for now, enjoy and let me know what you think! Chapter One Hi, my name's August; a 20 year-old college student whose boring life has taken a turn with a strange device I recently got my hands on. Here's how it all began. I normally don't wear glasses. My eyesight is, and has always been, absolutely perfect. Call it genetics, or believe the common myth about carrots improving eyesight or something else. But since about a week ago, I started wearing a pair of glasses. They're fairly generic looking; simple rectangular plastic frames, medium size, dark blue color. They don't alter my eyesight at all; their primary purpose seems to be to filter out harmful wavelengths of light from things like computer screens. However, they make you see everything in a very slight yellowish tone; since they're meant to filter out the blue light. Other than that, they look nothing special. But they are. Let's rewind the clocks by one week. I was sitting by myself having lunch on the school cafeteria as usual, when I saw a girl walk past me with quick steps, almost to the point of running. My attention inadvertently diverted towards her, as I noticed her walking with her thighs somewhat tightly pressed. She hastily walked towards the ladies' room on the other side of the cafeteria and stopped by the door. She did a small, barely noticeable bob up and down while she opened the door, and disappeared into the bathroom with the same urgency in her steps. That little scene had piqued my interest quite a bit. So much so, in fact, that I must have zoned out for a moment, as I caught myself staring blankly after the girl for at least a few seconds. "I saw that." I suddenly snapped out of it when a different girl stopped by my table with those words, almost as if she had appeared from thin air. Her long hair inadvertently brushing up against my back was the first thing I had noticed. I turned my head to the side to take a better look. In front of me stood a girl with a rather unique appearance. She seemed to be around my age, maybe plus or minus a year. Even with me sitting and her standing, she stood only slightly taller than me—though that could have been because she was somewhat leaning over towards me as well. She had on her face a smile that, if I'm being honest, looked a bit awkward—yet still quite sweet, actually. Her figure was very very skinny, and her skin looked pale, though combined with the contrast of her long, straight dark hair that was partially dyed a dark shade of purple towards the tips, suited her exceptionally well. She was dressed in a rather original way; a small, not overly pretentious black choker, a pair of small skull-shaped earrings, a silver chain belt around her waist that surrounded an above-the knee black skirt, black and purple thigh-highs, a tight-fitting purple top with some black on it, all complete with a black denim-ish jacket with the sleeves folded up. "Can I sit here?" She asked while I wasn't quite yet finished looking at her outfit and started figuring out if I knew her from somewhere; maybe we had a class or two together? "Uh... sure, go ahead." I replied. She walked around the table and sat across me, continuing to make eye contact for a few more seconds. As I was about to say something along the lines of 'can I help you'?, she spoke first. "I saw that." "I'm sorry, do I know you?" "Probably not, we've got a few classes together, but we've never met. I'm Mireille." She extended her right hand forward for a handshake. Her wrist and fingers were as slim and delicate as the rest of her figure. I was still confused by and very slightly annoyed at her directness, but hey, we could always use a little more social interaction, right? Why not. "Nice to meet you, my name's August." I replied, shaking her hand. "I saw how you looked at that girl." The girl certainly did not waste any time, huh. My first reaction as a guy that was caught staring was, of course, to play dumb. "Umm... what girl?" Mireille stayed silent and kept making direct eye contact with the same sweet-awkward smile on her face, as if to say 'just admit it'. I'm generally a fairly forthcoming person when it comes to these things, so I didn't push much further. "Okay, she was cute, I suppose," I replied. Technically, I wasn't lying. "Excuse me, but why are you asking?" I added with slight annoyance in my voice. "She went to the bathroom." "Okay, and?" "She seemed in a hurry, too." "Yeah?" "Bet she had to pee." "I'm sorry, what are you getting at?" "Could it maaaaybe be that that got your interest?" Mireille leaned slightly more forward with each question, until her face was all the way to about halfway to the middle of the table. After each sentence, while waiting for my answer, that same sweet-awkward smile would be on her face. I did not answer the last one, as, frankly, I had absolutely no idea how to. After what felt like an eternity of silent eye contact where I was still contemplating how to answer to any of that, or whether I should just call her a weirdo and leave, she spoke again. "I'm going to give you something—a present, but you HAVE to promise you won't show it to anyone, or freak out, okay?" At this point, I would take anything to change the subject. "What is it?" Mireille rummaged in her bag for a few seconds, before taking out a rectangular plastic box. She opened it and handed the contents to me. It was a pair of ordinary-looking glasses—the ones I was describing before—with simple rectangle frames, slightly yellow-ish lenses, dark blue color. The only unusual things about them were two very small buttons on the right side of the pair, right behind the small screws that connected the lenses to the temple. At first glance, they looked like they were there for purely cosmetic purposes, however. "Thanks, but I don't really wear glasses." I let out a small awkward laugh. "Look towards the line at the cafeteria register. Put the glasses on. Try not to freak out. Act natural, okay?" She seemed excited. I noticed as I hesitantly grabbed the glasses that the lenses of the pair she was wearing also had the same yellowish color as the ones she handed to me, only with a different frame—hers were larger, round and more feminine. I looked at her with questioning eyes for a few seconds, and put the glasses on. She was right. It took all my willpower simply not to gasp. I was not sure what I was seeing was some form of advanced science, or straight up magic, but it sure as hell wasn't normal. The cafeteria line had a total of seven people. Four female, three male. The latter three looked completely normal; however, the four girls had something unusual appear on their lower abdomen. I could see what I quickly identified to be their bladders through their clothes and skin—not as a perfectly anatomically correct X-ray, but more as a simplified version, while still staying relatively accurate, with the contents of the bladder also visible. Not only that, but also on the side of their body, there was a gauge that I quickly identified was showing the fullness level of their bladder, from zero to one hundred percent, and a number that showed how much liquid they were holding. I kept looking around in awe with the glasses on, as all the girls I saw through the lenses had the same effect, with various levels of fullness. For most of them, the number on the meter was around ten to twenty percent, which I assumed must have been a fairly comfortable level. A pair of girls sitting two tables to the left of ours had forty and fifty percent on theirs, with both of them sitting with crossed legs. One girl in the cafeteria line even had eighty percent; she was standing in line with her hips occasionally swaying from side to side, but still sipping on the large plastic cup of coffee in her hand. Looking around, I noticed the door to the ladies' restroom open, and the girl that desperately dashed in there a few minutes ago came out, looking noticeably relieved. The glasses confirmed it, showing a nice and comfortable six percent. I was way too into this. For a few minutes, I had even forgotten where I was, or where I had gotten the glasses from, or who was sitting across me. I just kept looking around, matching people's fullness levels with the subtle cues from their body language; a leg cross on a fifty-five percent girl sitting by herself a few tables away, another one in a group of five girls excusing herself to go to the toilet as her meter hit an uncomfortable sixty-five, yet another girl rushing through the crowd towards the ladies' room with small and urgent steps with an alarming ninety-one percent. "Enjoying yourself?" Mireille once again snapped me out of it. "There's a few more things you might wanna know." She reached her hand and pressed one of the buttons on the side of the glasses. "That's the on/off button, useful if you need to lend the glasses to someone, or just take a break. Take a look again." The bladder gauges had now completely disappeared. "What about the other button?" I asked. "Oh, that one's the gender filter; in case you wanna see guys too, or both at the same time." "Sweet." I replied, getting ready to turn the glasses back on again. "But where did you get these? And more importantly, why are you giving them to me?" "Good questions," Mireille thought for a second. "I guess you could call me some sort of an inventor... I made these glasses myself." "How?" "I'm afraid that's a secret for now," she smiled playfully and winked. "But I can tell you why." "Go on," I was getting curious. "These glasses... No matter what I do, they won't work on the user themselves," Her shoulders fell. "Try it. reverse the gender filter and look below at your own tummy." I did, and indeed, they did not show anything. "So, if I understand correctly, you are looking for someone to use these glasses on you?" "Precisely." "But again, why?" "That's a little more complicated and umm... slightly embarrassing..." Mireille averted her gaze, but was still smiling. "You see, I'm a girl with a small frame, and umm... I think it's best if you took a look yourself." She stood up and pointed at the glasses I was wearing. I flipped the gender filter back to female and looked at her lower abdomen. "It is... ninety-five percent and you're only holding three hundred and seventy milliliters?" "This is fairly close to my maximum capacity and... as you can see..." She blushed as she quickly sat down and crossed her legs tightly. "I'm really struggling right now..." "So you wanted to learn how much you could potentially hold?" "Yes, but not only that..." Mireille shuffled in her seat, pausing for a moment to regain her composure. "...but I need your help to help me hold more." "How?" "In exchange for the ownership and free use of these glasses, I would like you to occasionally observe me as I hold my pee and record data such as my capacity and fullness, hopefully longer and longer every try. Think of it as training." Mireille paused and glanced at the bathroom door. She bit her lower lip momentarily, before she smiled and continued. " What do you say?" I still couldn't believe this whole exchange wasn't a weird dream, but hey, what did I have to lose? I'd get to use the glasses whenever I wanted to, and helping her sounded quite fun as well. "Okay, I'll do it." "Great," Mireille replied almost right away. She hastily handed me the plastic case for the glasses, along with a piece of paper, and slowly and steadily stood up. Her left hand instinctively darted towards her crotch for a split second, but she managed to stop it at her inner thigh, gripping tightly. A quick glance with the glasses showed her at ninety-eight percent, at about three hundred and ninety milliliters. "Here's my phone number, we will have to discuss the details some other time, because really don't think I can hold it much longer..." "I can see that," I replied with a chuckle. "Nice to meet you, Mireille." Mireille could not answer, as she had already made her way towards the ladies' room—she could only smile at me for a second, before dashing towards the restroom door. Right before she entered, I could have sworn I saw the meter hit one hundred percent. First thing I did after that, with a stupid smirk on my face, was pinch myself really hard a few times to make really sure this wasn't a dream, because it certainly still felt like one. I took a deep sigh, took the glasses off, and placed them in the case. That was enough fun for the day; there would be plenty more opportunities to use my new toy in the upcoming days... End of Chapter One
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  27. i was at a work conference all day and decided to do a hold after lunch. i had 4 glasses of iced tea and 3 bottles of water. the last meeting ran late and i was starting to worry that i wouldn't make the drive home. by the time i got to my car to leave i had been holding for almost 5 hours and my bladder was begging for release for the last hour of the meeting. there was construction on my street so the road was full of bumps and potholes. i had my hand shoved in my crotch the entire ride home. i seriously was about to burst. i barely made it to the tub before i started leaking. i struggled to hold on for 5 more minutes, dribbling little by little until my bladder gave out and i had an accident and soaked myself. please considering supporting me by getting the full video here 🫶 https://www.manyvids.com/Video/5011021/wetting-gray-slacks-after-holding-for-hours/ slacks teaser.mp4
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  28. Drank way too much water and got desperate x3 tried to see how long I would last while in the bathroom, when the feeling of my bladder giving up kicked in, my eyes just rolled~ sooo good~ and got a warm puddle for my feet to play in ^w^ VID_20230805_172707720.mp4
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  29. Wet grey vid for you.. I was doing a genuine hold waiting for alone time before getting seriously desperate, just managed to get this little gym suit on and set my vid up for some fun before it all came cascading out.. I wanted it to be a little more controlled but my body had other ideas!! Second vid is round 2 😁 petal_20230827_205034.mp4 petal_20230827_205421.mp4
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  30. Yesterday I was at a carnival parade with a group of other girls. After the parade, the party continued at a gym where a famous local band played some carnival music. Next to the gym there was also a big party tent so there was place for a lot of people. Annika and me went to other party location together. As most of the people moved to the gym entrance at pretty much the same time after the parade, the security and people at the checkin were very busy. After about 5 minutes in the queue Annika told me she needs to pee. But it was clear we would have to wait for at least another 15 minutes. Shortly afterwards I realized she was quite squirmy and crossed her legs. She had at least 2 beer during the parade and it was clear she really had to go. She could not hide it anymore. Problem was, the queue was between the side of the gym and a fence. So if she left the queue to pee somewhere she would have to rejoin the queue at the back. And there was a small risk that the place would become too crowded and she would not get in at all. This also happened in the years before when people who came later where not allowed to come in. So she tried to hold on. She mentioned a few times that she really needs to pee and she really thought about leaving the queue, even when we were close to the entrance. In the end we really had to wait for 30 minutes. Finally we got in and she directly headed to the bathrooms and I followed her. To her disbelief there were about 15 girls in front of us, waiting inside the room with the sinks. And there are only 4 cubicles. She moaned and said something about her ending in wet pants if the other girls won't hurry up. After about two minutes of squirming in that queue she suddenly left the queue and headed to the men's restroom. After it was my turn to relieve myself I met her outside the restroom area and asked her what happened and if she is ok. She said yes, but said that she would have peed herself if she didn't go to the men's restroom. This whole scene and what she said made me horny somehow and I decided that I would wet my jeans when I am back home. But first we partied with other friends. Annika, who lives close to my place got pretty drunk and left the party around mldnight with other friends to catch the last bus. Normally we would have walked home together, as we live in the same town. But as she was gone I changed my plan again and decided I would pee myself on the way home. I was wearing a blue jeans and my costume was a long sleeve cow girl shirt, jacket and a cow girl hat. So nothing special, because I don't like dressing up for carnival. The party was planned to end a 2am so I knew that I shouldn't go to the toilet after midnight. I also had lots of drinks to fill up my bladder and to become brave enough for my walk home. I used the toilet a few times before midnight, but at the end of the party I really had to pee again and decided to now hold it as long as I can. I managed to hold it until the band stopped playing and then talked a bit with friends. But soon enough the security asked the last people to leave the gym and the tent. At this point my bladder was really full and I was bursting to pee. But I walked past the toilets on purpose. I said goodbye to the remainig group of friends and started my walk home. It normally is a 40 minutes walk. But with my full bladder I had to stop from time to time, cross my legs and use my hands to keep it in. I really tried to make it and then my plan was to pee myself somewhere close to my home. But about 2 kilometers from home I felt a first big spurt into my panties. The spot in my crotch was about 10cm and was already visible on my jeans. I continued to walk home. About 5 minutes from home I tried to stop the next wave and stopped walking again. But it was impossible to stop the flood. I realized I had to give in and felt the warm torrent of pee running down between my legs. It felt amazing. What a relief. I peed a huge torrent for about 15 seconds. When I was able to regain control, my crotch was soaked and between my legs I had a wet trail down to my ankles. Afterwards I continued my walk home. I hope you enjoyed my little experiment and also the story about Annika, which initially got the whole thing rolling.
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  31. It’s an older video of mine but I figured out how to make it into a GIF! 🙈 Hope it works. This is my own personal content btw so please don’t post this anywhere else! Thanks! —— I had had a lot of water and was holding a bit longer than I should. I only had on my nice new white big girl panties and I was trying so hard to be a good girl until.. oh no! I leaked! I peeked down between my legs and saw a small wet patch on my panties. Well..they’re already wet now, right? And my bladder is just so full 🥺 Guess I might as well let go…
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  32. Biku's art

    It's a house party! Spirits are high, drinks are abundant, toilets are scarce (one), and bladders are overflowing! (This is my 1000th post)
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  33. So this one might be a little niche and hard to spot even if you're interested. I figured I'd post the few videos I've collected. Feel free too add if you have some as well! Note: these are the ones that I'm fairly certain involve pad, pretty much based on leakage patterns, although a few are confirmed by the original posts. First one is just implied, but still a nice thought: 9e6671d6d17f616217b70ca38743b1d1.mp4 Snapinsta.app_video_305009805_5403868683039941_7545900684650802228_n.mp4 download (6).mp4 61962805_914237522249078_2058732358078363330_n.mp4 62139239_346867506003953_2722307371499723961_n.mp4 This last one only sort of counts. She's already peed her shorts, but she decided to stuff paper towels down her shorts to help catch what she expects to be a heavy leak. Snapinsta.app_95667744_954016681684733_3659327230739561530_n.mp4 I have at least one more that I'm having trouble finding, but I will post if/when I do!
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  34. i wanted to challenge myself to hold on for as long as i could without using the restroom, while also adding pressure to my bladder. i wanted to start at 11am, and hold until 12am ideally… well, soon you’ll read that didn’t work out as planned - didn’t even make it to 7. i started my day by having to pee, so i went. i decided i wouldnt make it through 12 hours if i was still holding a lot of pee from last night, so i allowed myself to pee once before i really started the “hold” (i say “hold” because does it count as a hold if im starting with a voided bladder?) anyway, for breakfast i had 250mls of orange juice, and 250mls of water. a nice 500mls resting in my bladder for the beginning of the day. i ate my breakfast at 10:30, and didnt pee after that. i got ready for work, and commuted for 30mins. i had time to get a 500ml water bottle, and a 550ml bottle of iced tea, which i planned to drink throughout my 5 hour shift. when i got to work i could feel the water in my bladder, but i think only because i was paying so much attention to it. it didn’t feel like how 500mls usually feels resting in my tummy, maybe because i knew i wasnt allowed bathroom breaks for the remainder of me being out in the public. by 2:15 i had finished my 500ml bottle of water, and i could feel it. i could feel my stomach being a bit bloated, and my jeans feeling a wee bit tighter. i had my break at 2:30, which i had half my iced tea & a small salty snack. at this point i have 1,250mls in me. im surprised at how well im doing, but these next 2.5 hours go by very slowly as im very aware of my filling bladder. by 4:15 i had finished another bottle of water (+500mls) and finished the rest of my iced tea, so im sitting at a 1.25L worth of water in me, and 800mls of other liquid (250mls of orange juice, 550mls of tea) = 2,050mls of liquid. finishing the last drop of tea really made me realize how badly i had to go, and i was squeezing my legs together every now and then, feeling as if i didnt, my pee hole was gonna release the flood gates. i was incredibly desperate, but luckily, work was extremely busy so i feel like the last 45 mins wouldve gone by painfully slow otherwise. i was checking my phone every 5 mins, crossing my legs when it was appropriate (when no one was looking) and repeating in my head “just make it to 5, just make it to 5”. yes, i needed to make it til 5, but i had chores i had to do after work >:3 i had things to do… no peeing for me for a while… by 5 im desperate af. i have to refrain from talking to people as im worried if i ignore my impending need to piss, ill piss my pants. and i feel a little wetness in my undies, as im pretty sure i leaked a few drops from having to bend down/crouch for my job. i feel my tummy swelling & my jeans are really tight around my bladder. it feels hard and like a big rock is in my tummy pressing itself against my skin. i cant think of anything else but my desperate need to piss. at this point, 5pm, i havent peed for 6 hours, and i have 2,050mls — so a little more than 2L of water and tea combined — swelling and sloshing around in me. it feels like it. it hurts, and im so desperate to pee. rock hard, bulging bladder with a bloated tummy. so i say to myself, why not torture myself more? i work inside a mall, so i go about doing some chores (like buying tampons as i ran out my last period, floss, shampoo) and i also get another 550ml bottle of tea. i drink this before 5:35, and then head out on my commute home. i feel the extra 550mls in me immediately, and hold back a groan as i stand up. i reach for my tummy and rub it discreetly as i head out for my commute home. i feel so incredibly full. i wish i had a little plug to keep all my piss inside my bladder, as im a bit of a leaker. 2L has been the max i can hold, and usually can only hold it for tops an hour. theres no way for me to stop a stream once it has started, my pee hole does not allow it. by 5:45 i reaaalllyy feel it, i feel my stomach expanding and i have to walk a certain way as to not jostle my bladder too much. i feel pregnant. i feel completely filled to the brim with piss. everything possible to test my bladder happened. i live in a city, so we have a train/subway system. and theres a delay at a station, and when it doesnt get resolved by 5mins a big wave of desperation washes over me and i have to discreetly squeeze my legs together tightly as to make sure nothing escapes. i can feel my face get flushed as i panic like what if im stuck here with a massively overfilled bladder? i look around to see if anyone else is squeezing their legs like they have to piss, bc i fucking do! everyone seems normal though. its fun to think i have a little secret & to think if anyone notices how desperately full i am :3 would it turn someone on to know im full of piss? how long would they make me hold it? what would they do if i wet myself? naughty lil thoughts. luckily we get back on track 10mins later. when i arrive at my station, the escalator is broken, so i have to walk up THREE flights of stairs. when i get to the top, i feel relatively fine. obviously my bladder is swelled and i still feel how tight my jeans are on me, but i think to myself is 2.6L of liquid really even that much? yeah, thinking back, im probably a bit delusional from how badly i need to piss!! theres a little coffee shop near my bus stop, so i buy 250mls worth (approx, i think a small hot chocolate at timmies is 287) of hot chocolate to drink on the way home. waiting for the bus for me is very hard, and i have to sit down at a certain angle as to not put pressure on my bladder. i feel so utterly and insanely desperate, when i stand up for the bus i let out a tiny leak. the panic starts to set in as im worried im not going to make it home before i piss my pants, but i sip slowly on my hot chocolate and will myself to. its not too long of a bus ride… the bus ride is so bumpy its comical, every bump causing irritation to my bladder. i feel it every time, and even let my eyes rolls back into my head as i squeeze myself desperately. i get to my stop, and chug the rest of my hot chocolate before getting off and i feel how wet my panties are when i stand up. nothing that shows through on my jeans, but like a little secret only i know. its wet and cold against my pee hole and clit which is NOT helping. i go the long way around my building so i can throw out my hot chocolate cup, and decide to check my mail. what a mistake! i am literally holding back waves and waves of desperation, with my legs permanently crossed while i stand sifting through my mail. luckily my building is quiet and no one sees, i even drop some mail and bending down to pick it up makes me let out another fairly large leak. i think to myself ok time to really get going now or im going to piss my pants. i walk up the stairs, having to squeeze my legs together at each landing, pleading myself not to piss my pants. i get to my apartment & i am so incredibly desperate im full on pee dancing. bouncing my legs up and down, holding my crotch, having to stop every few seconds to really hold on as i take off my coat, mitts, hat, shoes (and i have lace up combat boots, they take a while to get off!) all of these one by one is torturous as i eye the open door to the bathroom. i think oh god oh god oh god im going to pee my pants. i want to hold on for longer! i want to weigh myself too, to see how much piss is in me. i was planning to at least hold for another hour, but at this point i dont think its happening. and i dont want to pee my work pants, i only have one pair. i have so many good pants for wetting & these arent the ones! they are black, so you cant even see a satisfying pee stain. i run to the kitchen and wash my hands (bc the subway is dirty! i gotta not bring those germs into my home) and this causes me to be non-stop desperate like holy shit gonna pee if i dont pull down my pants rn. the rushing water makes me even more desperate, i am doing everything i can to hold back my pee — moving my legs like im jogging on the spot, holding my crotch, willing myself to hold it longer! i am hyperventilating at this point, groaning and moaning, non stop moving my legs wanting to get my pants off first and also weigh myself before i pee. none of this happens. i get to the bathroom and even just the sight of the toilet makes me let out a very large spurt in my panties. at this point i have 2800mls in me, and i feel every drop of it. i even want to take a look at my pregnant ass belly and rub it a bit but my bladder has completely other plans. i get my pants halfway down before im peeing uncontrollably, and dont even get to pull them down before im sitting on the toilet uncontrollably flooding my panties & struggling to gain control. i sit on the toilet with my panties on, willing myself to stop peeing, doing everything i can to hold it back. when i finally stop the flood, i strip naked and drink another cold glass of water, 250mls, and this rests in my stomach for no longer than 5mins before im getting those intense desperate waves again. i have enough time to get my measuring jug. by 6:30 i completely void my bladder, peeing out 750mls into the measuring jug. i start peeing the second i open my legs. when i finish i stand up and let little drops of pee run down my legs and it feels good. i cant help but let out a groan, my bladder and stomach feeling loads lighter although i still feel some tightness in my bladder. i throw on a tshirt no undies or bra or pants and just lie on my bed touching myself. i cant help it, i am so incredibly horny from this. an hour later i get the intense desperation waves again, and its so sudden and desperate i have to hold my bare crotch until im standing over my jug again. i piss out another stream, this one even stronger than the last, finally peeing out over a litre in piss all together. although i really enjoyed holding & feeling so desperate i couldnt even get my panties down without flooding, im a little disappointed honestly! maybe i expect too much, but i really want to hold on longer than i did this time! maybe next time i should just drink water as i love when my pee is lighter in colour, and when i pee a lot. i feel like i see other girls holding for so much longer, when i didnt even really hold my piss that long. yes i started at 11, but 4pm was when i started feeling really desperate, and still then i only held on for another 2.5 hours after that! maybe i am expecting too much of myself as i did have a genuine accident in my panties… i just want more! i want to feel more desperate without feeling sick. i felt a bit sick this time. i may have overfilled myself too much. i felt this challenge was really easy and i failed it! i want to try again, but i dont think i can hold even 2.5L in me for more than an hour. i want to feel so rock hard and full, but also still be able to hold on. i think my mistake was trying to push for 3L in me, that was maybe too much for my lil bladder to handle. does anyone have any suggestions for how i shouldve went about this? i know i probably drank too much liquid in too short a period of time, which is probably why i wasnt able to control the waves of desperation i felt when i got home. i eventually want to hold for 24 hours without going pee, next time should i just chug 1L within an hour and hold for as long as possible? any suggestions? i will literally try anything & will experiment anything. i love holding my piss & getting rewarded with being able to pee it all out, or an orgasm. i love uncontrollably flooding my pants, although it happens not very often as i usually will myself to hold on as long as possible unless im absolutely bursting at the brim. even today, i feel like my bladder wouldve exploded sooner if i had not been in a public setting, but holding at home is harder for me as its hard not to be like “ok im too uncomfortable & scared im gonna rupture my bladder, ill just piss its not that deep”. having a long, steady strong piss really turns me on, and not being allowed to piss is really hot to me! today was a genuine accident as i wanted to hold on for longer. maybe after my accident i shouldve just kept the soaking wet panties on and tried to keep holding :3 let me know what you think! i love being able to post my pee holding adventures here :3
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  35. Hey everyone! I just shared this story in another thread and realized I don’t think I’ve ever shared it here, so thought I’d copy it over as well for all of you to enjoy. One time a few years ago, a friend and I met up for a hike in the woods with our puppies. It was winter and I we just wanted a nice slow walk (and maybe to sit down somewhere scenic for a while or something) so I told her to dress warm and I that I would be wearing a snowsuit so she didnt have to feel like she’d overdress if she bundled up too. We met up and she did end up wearing these cute colourful overall snowpants over her pants and her coat overtop. We both got our dogs out of our cars and headed into the park. We ended up getting to chatting and walked forever into the woods, ended up finding a nice spot to have a packed lunch and drinks. I knew I would get desperate but was surprised by how urgent it became before even standing up, but I had no plans for the rest of my day afterwards so wetting wouldn’t be a big deal, I was more worried about what my friend would do if she had to go, and if she would think it was suspicious if I didn’t need to. The perfect opportunity came when we were sitting and she got up to take a phone call and walked a few paces away, so I shifted around into a comfortable position and relaxed and wet my pants under my snowsuit while sitting on a tree stump, feeling my thick pants balloon against my legs to soak up all the pee as I let everything out at once full force in order to be sure I was finished by the time she came back. We spent a little more time there before she said “we better start heading back out, I’m need to pee already and I just realized it’s going to be a race for me to the bathroom. How are you doing?” I just paused for a second and said oh I don’t really need to go (lol) but I was ready to start heading back too. I felt awful knowing how long of a walk we had, but she was laughing and having a fun time still so all was well. Well, us silly girls of course get sidetracked and went down a wrong path that was longer to the entrance, which was fine because we weren’t rushed other than her need to go. I considered telling her about why I didn’t need to go, then she said with a chuckle “This is getting bad, should we try to strip all these clothes off and go in a bush or something??” I told her I didn’t want to because I have a shy bladder and I’m always too nervous of people that could walk by. At this point I couldn’t hide it anymore and I told her, hey, I know it’s weird but I actually sometimes wet my pants in these situations, the snowsuit hides it and I don’t mind doing the laundry… I actually went already, way back you were on the phone, but was too embarrassed to tell you I had to go! So at least if you pee your pants, you won’t be the only one 🙈 She was so shocked and laughed really hard and for a moment I was definitely embarrassed, she asked if I was serious and I was like yeah, my pants are literally completely wet right now. We laughed a little more but, then she said she might have to just go and do it too! I got so excited and told her everything cleans up in the laundry machine, even her boots, just try to hold your legs together so it doesn’t all go straight into your boots. And if she needs to, I can keep a secret as long as she keeps mine! We walked a few more paces and she said “yeah, fuck it” and I turned around and saw her freeze and hold her legs together and she said she had just started to pee. I watched her until she finished, both of us giggling and carrying on. We kept walking for another hour or so until we got back to our cars. She didn’t mention it much after she peed, but I remember she did say she was surprised how warm it was and how it was the first time she wet herself since she could remember. She didn’t seem to ever get too uncomfortable after walking for a while, and I told her see, the snowpants hide it and now you know it’s not a big deal! She still called me crazy and asked how often I did it, I didn’t have the heart to tell her I do it literally all the time so instead I just said oh you know, it definitely happens sometimes but it’s really nice to be able to hide it and go if you need to. We went our seperate ways and I couldn’t believe what had just happened! Thats one of the only times I’ve ever watched somebody have an accident, if she knew how often I thought of it and how much it meant to me I’d die of embarrassment lol. I have no idea if she ever made any habit of using snowpants as cover in the future, but I doubt it because I don’t think she was really into it, just thought we both had a funny accident together
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  36. I had an online job interview this afternoon. I'm always nervous for these things. I don't know why, because I've done loads of them in my life, but they still make me nervous. Being nervous makes me want to pee. I made sure to go pee before the interview, twice!, logged in and we started. It was a quite attractive red haired woman, very friendly and open. I liked her, but I still was nervous. So we went through the usual stuff... Not very creative, as usual, questions like "What are your positive and negative points?", "Why would you like to work specifically for us?" and things like that. We went through my, a bit too long, CV, and so on, then talked about all sorts of things having to do with jobs in general. But I already had to pee like after 15 minutes and we were already more than half an hour in by then. Now, I want this job. I think for once it would be something I'd actually enjoy doing, so I didn't want to excuse myself to go to the loo after just over half an hour in. So I did my best not to squirm too much and stay focused. The problem is, when I have to go, I generally have to go now! I didn't want to come over as someone who can't control themselves, so I continued to stay still in my seat and answer the questions as calmly and composed as possible but after a while I was seriously on the verge of wetting myself. Then I had a bladder spasm and lost a spurt. I think I managed to keep a straight face, but then I just thought, fuck this! I'm just gonna quietly and slowly wet myself do I don't make a scene. It isn't visible under my desk, I'm wearing head phones, so she won't hear it, and that's what I did. I slowly let myself leak. I felt my knickers getting wet, then my tights, then my bum and skirt underneath me, then my chair and felt it run down the back of my thighs, my legs, my feet, drip on the ground and make a puddle. And somehow, I managed to keep a straight face and did a good job at answering questions and asking some myself. I have no idea if I'm going to get the job or not, but I managed to pee myself without making a fool of myself during an interview. I'm quite proud of that! I had to rub one off after and it took no time to reach a very satisfying orgasm before I took a shower and put my skirt, knickers and tights in the wash...
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    FRDiaperGirls are, as the name suggests, french girls focusing on wearing diapers, wetting diapers and age play with some bondage mixed in. The girls only speak french but most videos have forced english subtitles, just the older videos are missing those. Screens.7z
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  38. Original video link here (incase anyone wants to see it on ThisVid ^^): https://thisvid.com/videos/long-skirt-wetting/ Wetting_LongSkirt.mp4 We seriously need more of these. ^^
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  39. 8583337.mp4 That was great! Love wet Latinas! Here's the rip, pervs!
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  40. First part of my First wetting video, Hope you enjoy It! InShot_20240109_165647915.mp4
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  41. Second part of my first wetting video, enjoy! InShot_20240109_171036915.mp4
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  42. I love how she try to hide it but it just keeps coming!!!! anyone have a longer video or info would be appreciated. thanks and enjoy 0rtFs0480xz_wqy_.mp4
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  43. I filmed both of these about a week ago, but I’ve been quite busy with life and getting sick wasn't on my agenda but it happened😅😆regardless, I hope these are enjoyed!! I held for quite a bit with the Halloween panties, not as long with the green panties video but was still just as fun 🙂 IMG_7462.mov IMG_7464.mov
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  44. Steam Room Pee

    The gym I go to has a women’s only pool, sauna and steam room. I frequent the pool and steam room quite often. The steam room has eucalyptus and the steam is so thick you can hardly see the two feet in front of you to the door. It was the end of the night and I was the only one in the pool area since they were closing soon. I had peed before I went to the pool, but with the laps i was doing I had drank quite a bit of water in between. I got out and immediately head for the steam room. I was the only one in the room and the change rooms were quite empty with only a few people getting ready to leave. I sat down on the bench and settled in for 10 minutes of pure peace. For context I was wear a black one piece swim suit. I sat back and closed my eyes, breathing in the steam when I realized I had to pee quite badly. I figured I could hold it the 10 minutes I was in the room and would pee when I went to shower. I relaxed again, and felt the familiar twinge in my bladder. I shifted my weight as to relieve some pressure on my bladder and it seemed to work. About 2 minutes later, without any warning a huge gush of warm pee spread around my bum. Immediately I threw my hand to my crotch and as soon as I felt the wet fabric of my swimsuit I started peeing uncontrollably. I was shocked, but the incredible sensation and pure excitement quickly took over. I slipped the fabric of my swim suit to the side and felt the piss pool in my hand. A moan escaped my mouth as I touched my clit, and I quickly inserted my fingers inside me, thrusting quickly as I continued my pee. I came so hard, and so so loud. Panting in the steam I quickly realized what I had just done. I stood up, some left over pee falling out of my bladder and onto the floor below me. I adjusted my swim suit and head for the showers. I didn’t see anybody else in there as I was getting ready to leave. I was so embarrassed and felt so much shame for bringing my kink to such a public place but just thinking about the experience gets me so horny.
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  45. This is continued from my gray legging accident earlier. I had hydrated a lot before running my errands, and I had barely left the house when I already felt like I needed to find a bathroom…however I was determined to have a no toilet day, so I had to wait to come home and have my accident. It was very close and as you can see in the video I didn’t make it all the way before leaking a bit (and when that spurt escaped, I thought it was only a few small drops, but clearly I was wrong). I did find that the jeans were more pleasant to wet than leggings, as I was soaked from my crotch all the way down to my ankles 😊 vcompress_27.mov
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  46. i had just gotten home and absolutely bursting and about to go to the bathroom but the door locked behind me. it got stuck and i wasn't able to unlock it before i had an accident in my jeans. if you like my content and want to support me please consider getting the full video here 🫶 jeans door teaser.mp4
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  47. Girl casually pees on the porch sitting in a chair. casualporchpee.mp4
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  48. Hi everyone, I’ve previously posted (a while ago) about an experience I had at the beach. I wrote this up as I was writing that, thinking I’d share it soon after, but life got in the way. I’ve kept it in the notes on my phone since then, and decided I’d share it now: I thought I’d share one of my favourite memories with you today. I go over it in my head regularly, and still can’t believe it happened! I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed it happening. In the UK, the last two years of school before university are called 6th Form. You enter aged 16 after your GCSEs, and leave at 18 in year 12 with your A Level exams. When I went to 6th form, I had a “close friend” that I’ll call Elena (obviously, not her real name). We flirted regularly, spent almost all of our time together (frequently just the two of us), and I’ve since discovered we were widely known as a couple even if we hadn’t decided that yet. We were comfortable with each other by this point after being nearly inseparable for most of the two years, and could often be found asleep, curled up on the sofa together at one of our houses after a long day’s revision. Elena was a relatively tall girl, not skinny but definitely not overweight, with long blond hair reaching most of the way down her back. She was very pretty - at least, I thought so. She was also very shy, but gained confidence with me over time. Where I went to 6th form, we still had to wear smart clothes - you could either wear a suit (or equivalent for girls) or the school uniform. Most who had been to the school prior to 6th form continued wearing the uniform, which was a white shirt with a blue and white striped tie, navy blue jumper or blazer, and navy blue trousers (or navy blue skirt - sometimes with navy tights - for girls). Elena was one of these people, and always wore the skirt, often with tights, and the jumper when she was cold. Elena and I used to meet each other on the train every morning, and would sit opposite each other where we could. I mentioned we both flirted with each other a lot, and one of the ways Elena liked to mess with me was to sit with one leg on the air vent at the base of the wall of the train, at just the right angle so I would get glimpses up her skirt but no-one else could. Because of this, I knew the panties she would often wear (my favourites of hers had a pink-and-white horizontal striped section on her bum, and a teal blue section on the front with a picture of an owl on) and I never tired of her flashing me. Elena also had a very small bladder - she would often be squirming in her seat by the end of a lesson, and it was not uncommon for me to see a wet patch buried in the crotch of her knickers on the train journey home. She never seemed shy about this, and even told me about a previous incident at her 18th birthday party (to which I was apparently oblivious, despite being practically next to her at the time), which I might share at some point. At the end of year 13, we both had our A Level exams. These were long, and difficult, and were important as they decided whether we got into university. They were often over 2 hours long, and although you were permitted to use the toilets that would be at the expense of time you could be writing. Elena had previously struggled with exams, said her AS exams (the previous year) took her close to a full blown “accident” during them, and was worried about her A Levels. However, we had both talked about needing to pee during exams and decided that for our upcoming ones, we might be better off “having an accident” rather than wasting time leaving the hall - we reasoned that this reduced our distraction and maximised our time writing. I never dreamt this would actually happen, though! One very hot day, we had our last exam. We were both very nervous about it, as it was nearly 3 hours long and made up the bulk of our marks for one subject. As it was a hot day, everyone was drinking lots of water, and Elena was no exception. We’d met up as usual on the train, and she had shown me she was wearing my favourite pair of her panties! We talked about the exam and how the others had gone, and made some plans to celebrate the end of 6th form together for the weekend in the pub. When the time came, we went into the exam hall and took our assigned seats. I was one file to the left of Elena, and about 3 rows behind. The exam papers were handed out, and we began. I actually found the exam alright - I kept to time and managed to finish half an hour early. Throughout the exam, I could see Elena growing more and more restless out of the corner of my eye. At one point she raised her hand, but put it down before the invigilator came over and said she was fine when they did - I knew she was struggling. She looked around a few times, and by the 2 hour window I could see one hand buried in her crotch and her legs crossed over it, the other still frantically writing. She was desperate, more so than I had ever seen her before. I saw her gasp a few times and briefly sit bolt upright - I’m sure she was leaking. I’m not sure if my memory is deceiving me but I might even have seen a damp patch reach the back of her skirt where she was sitting on it. When I had finished, I looked up and saw her practically dancing in her seat, wriggling around, crossing and uncrossing her legs, putting her pen down and picking it back up again repeatedly. She was trying to focus (she was always cute when she was focussed) but couldn’t sit still. She looked around at me again and we made eye contact for a second; I saw pure panic in her eyes. I tried to give her a reassuring smile before looking away for fear of the invigilators thinking we were cheating. I looked back again and saw her look at me, close her eyes and sigh. Her shoulders sagged, she looked down at her crotch, and I knew what was coming. Her pee streamed off the seat in all directions, splattering on the hard floor and puddling at her feet. The noise was immense in the quiet exam hall, and I’m sure everyone was looking at her. It continued for what felt like an age - it must’ve been more than two minutes - before easing off. To her credit, once she’d finished she refused all help, stayed seated and continued the exam to the last minute, although she was doing so through tears and sobs. Once we’d finished, we were dismissed file by file. She remained seated when her row left, and I waited for her outside. She was the last one to leave and was still crying when she came out - I immediately gave her a hug and steered her away from everyone else who’d left. We found a quiet corner where I tried to calm her down a bit, and we talked about what had happened. She said she had been trying to hold on to the end and had been panicking about finishing the exam. When she’d looked round, she remembered what we’d talked about and decided she didn’t have any other option - she didn’t think she’d last to the end anyway, and commented that she definitely wouldn’t have held through the queues for the toilets that had built up. She seemed ok with that - she felt it was better to do it on her terms than have a desperate rush to the loo at the end, only to be foiled by a queue and loose control in a crowd. We assessed the damage she had done as we waited until we thought the crowds of students would have left. The back of her skirt was sodden and there was a wet streak at the front where she’d been holding herself even as she let go; her tights were shiny all the way down the back and her shoes squelched whilst she walked. She turned away to lift her skirt and drop her tights to look at her knickers, but couldn’t see much so turned back for my opinion. Her shirt tails had turned from white to yellow, front and back, and were translucent and sticking to her underwear. The white stripes on the seat of her pants had turned translucent all the way up to the waistband, and her pee seemed to have wicked up and around the sides of the leg holes. The teal section to the front was a much deeper blue with only the faintest hints of the original colour over her hips. They still dripped, and seemed to cling to her body, emphasising every contour. Once I’d relayed this to her (in fewer words - “they’re f**ked”, I think), she redressed herself and matter-of-factly said we may as well head to the station. We walked the mile or so to the station along a quiet residential road, until we got to an alleyway we had to go down. I had noticed Elena walking quickly and assumed she wanted to spend as little time in public as possible. Once we got to the alleyway, though, she ducked off to a side and pulled me in - I now noticed she was dancing a bit again and asked if she was ok. She looked sheepish and said she needed to pee again, this by now a good hour or more since she had let go in the exam hall. We both knew there were no toilets between where we were and either of our houses; I lived closer so I thought about saying she could come to mine if she thought she could hold it. I realised, though, that she owed me a dare, and decided to cash in. I remember this bit vividly. “I dare you to wet yourself here, now” I said. “What, in this alleyway?” She seemed shocked at the thought. “Yeah - you’ve already done it so no one would notice, and you’d at least be relaxed for the journey home…” She thought about it for a second, then agreed: “I guess so - it would warm my legs up a bit too”. She winked at me. I think she knew I was enjoying myself. She looked up and down the alleyway quickly, then ducked back into the crevice we were hiding in. She closed her eyes for a second, still holding herself through her skirt, and focused. Opening her eyes once more, she looked at me and looked down, “Here goes.” I looked down too and she seemed to wait a second, before I’m sure I heard a faint hiss and saw a blossom of glistening dampness erupt in her skirt around the hand still firmly placed in her crotch. It ran down the folds tucked between her crossed legs and her tights gleamed in the summer sunlight. A puddle began to grow at her feet, and the streams running down both her legs were rapidly followed by a waterfall behind them, falling straight down. She relaxed, removed her hand and spread her legs, before looking at me and reaching down to lift the hem of her skirt. My eyes must have bulged as she lowered the waistband of her tights once more, bunching them around her knees as she showed off her panties, pee running straight through them and falling into the gathered crotch of her tights, and at the same time running down both her thighs before falling at her knees, through the same tights and onto the floor. As her stream died, she looked at me again. “That’s better”, she sighed, before looking around. She seemed to realise what she had done, and dropped the hem of her skirt in shock. She seemed about ready to cry again, so I gingerly stepped into her puddle and pulled her in for a hug, trying to reassure her that things were ok, that I wasn’t going to stop talking to her just because she’d had and accident, and reminding her I’d suggested she pee in her pants the second time. She seemed reassured by this, and looked me in the eyes. “What should I do now?” She asked. I suggested she go home and have a shower, and clean herself up. She realised with a squeak of shock that her brother was at home, and that she didn’t want him to see her in wet clothes. She was mortified at the idea, so I suggested she came to mine (I had the house to myself for the evening and had no real plans) and we could work something out from there. We agreed we would do this, and she seemed calmed once more. She looked down at her puddle again, and toed it tentatively, tights still gathered around her knees, occasional drops falling from her drenched knickers. She said “I guess I’d better do something about these”, and with that she slipped one foot out of its shoe, whipped the tight leg off, and slid the shoe back on in one movement. She attempted this for the other foot but overbalanced and fell against me, putting her still-tighted foot down into her puddle. Once she had removed her tights and re-shod her left foot, she squeezed them out as best she could and placed them in her bag, both of us hoping they wouldn’t soak through for her sake. Her still-dripping skirt was harder to solve, and we decided to just act as best we could that there was no issue and hope no one looked too closely. The train to mine was heaven for me - Elena took up her usual position, and without tights I had a spectacular view of her soaked knickers and I’m sure I shall never forget that sight. She knew full well I was looking, and enjoying what I saw, and pulled her skirt back to make sure the view was maintained for the journey. When we stood up to get off, she again made eye contact with me and, with a cheeky smile, winked. We walked (or squelched, in her case) around the corner to my house and I let us in. Once in, she took off her shoes and we headed upstairs. We went into the bathroom, and I turned away to show her how to use the shower. When I turned back, she had undone her blouse and was midway through dropping her skirt, leaving her in her clean white bra and amazingly hot, soaking wet teal knickers. I gathered up her discarded clothes and pulled her tights from her bag, offering to put them into the washing machine. As I turned to leave, she caught my shoulder and told me to wait a minute. She clambered into the bath and stood in front of me, legs apart, crotch around the level of my navel. She looked at me again, looked down, looked at me again and seemed to tense her core before squeezing a short dribble of pee out through her panties. “Thought I may as well make sure it wasn’t going to happen again” she explained, before telling me to stand outside the door, close my eyes, and hold my hand up. I did so, and heard some rustling before feeling her place some damp wet fabric on my hand, briefly hold my hand through it, let go and disappear behind the shut door. I opened my eyes and saw her panties laid out in my hand, and her bra at my feet. She had a shower as I put her uniform in to wash, and got her a t shirt and a pair of my boxers out to wear whilst waiting for her clothes to dry. Elena was brought up in a strictly Christian family and hence had strong beliefs about waiting for marriage, which I of course respected. We cuddled whilst waiting for her clothes to dry, and then she went and changed back into her underwear before redressing into her full uniform next to me. I walked her to the station, onto the platform, and we again hugged whilst waiting for the train. She went home, and was texting me, as she normally would, even before the doors had closed. I wished I’d kissed her then. We met up as planned for the weekend, and this was the trigger that took us from “close friends” to dating. We saw each other for well over a year after that fateful, wet exam (and had a few more stories I could tell you all) before life inevitably took us on different paths. I’m blessed it was an amicable ending to our time, but I do still miss her sometimes - not that anything will ever happen, she lives across the country from me and we’re both in committed relationships. I hope you enjoyed hearing about the best exam of my life. If there is demand (I suspect there might be) I shall get a few more of our experiences written up to share with you all. (Obviously, names changed to protect the guilty).
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