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    dg6 got a reaction from Linxsquat in Most Well-Written Omo Story?   
    In addition to what the others have said, locked bathroom agony on the old female desperation site is my favorite 
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    dg6 got a reaction from nappypants in Thoughts on Porta-Potties?   
    In addition sometimes you find the underwear of someone who didn't make it in time 🙂
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    dg6 got a reaction from pguy69 in Thoughts on Porta-Potties?   
    I don't mind using them and a lot of times you get to see some desperate people 
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    dg6 got a reaction from DuffMan in Resident Evil 2 - Claire's Condition   
    This is great, I hope you do more of them 
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    dg6 reacted to DuffMan in Resident Evil 2 - Claire's Condition   
    View File Resident Evil 2 - Claire's Condition
    Made with Phlog's mod footage and junk from the rest of the internet.
    Submitter DuffMan Submitted 01/17/2021 Category Female  
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    dg6 reacted to Daviss in Looking for a video recently posted   
    I dont think my link worked, but it was posted om march 11 by Satori, called Schoolgirl Leaking vol 4. I think this is the one.
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    dg6 got a reaction from Daviss in Looking for a video recently posted   
    It was a group of videos of school girls having accidents in class. The third one the girl was waiting for the toilet but had to go to class where she wets and gets laughed at and leaves class in the middle of her wetting. Any help would be greatly appreciated
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    dg6 got a reaction from happyharry in Most Well-Written Omo Story?   
    In addition to what the others have said, locked bathroom agony on the old female desperation site is my favorite 
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    dg6 got a reaction from sarahbalke in Diaper Humiliation   
    Just found this topic. Diaper humiliation is one of my favorites 
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    dg6 reacted to TVGuy in She peed her pants during an interview   
    This experience kind of caught me by surprise, I truly wasn't expecting it.
    The Background
    As most of you probably already know, I run the websites HD Wetting and HD Diapers.  In other posts I have gone into detail about how the videos get produced and what a typical shoot is like, so I'm not going to recount all that here.  What is relevant to this story is that I don't make all the videos alone.  In addition to the models, we usually try to shoot with a sound person and a production assistant.  This helps maximize the number of videos we can get done in a shoot while ensuring the highest possible quality.
    Also, I have my own business office that I run my company out of.  This way when casting new models, or hiring a new production assistant or sound person, or even just when meeting with mainstream clients, I can seem a bit more professional.  It would be kind of questionable if I just had potential porn models come over to my house for casting, so having an office is helpful.
    Hiring production assistants, and sound people, can be challenging.  For one thing, the websites really don't make that much.  I can't afford to pay the kind of rates that professionals would usually get.  At the same time, I need someone who knows what they are doing.  There isn't enough time during a shoot for me to train someone who is completely inexperienced.  There is only once every month or two that I will actually need them, so it isn't a lot of work either.
    This results in me usually hiring people who are in college, who are eager for the experience of working with professional equipment, and even nominal pay is enticing.  However, most of these people don't stick around that long, and they aren't always available when I need to do a shoot. So, I like to have a few different production assistants that I can go to, if needed.
    What Happened
    After advertising for a new production assistant a young woman, a student at the local community college, contacted me, interested in the position.  She had some photography experience, and was studying media production, giving her the exact kind of background that usually works out well in a production assistant.
    Before setting up an interview, I explained via e-mail that we shoot adult content.  Specifically diaper and wetting fetish stuff.  If she wasn't completely comfortable around such content, I told her, she probably wouldn't be a good fit for this gig.
    She replied stating that the content wasn't a problem at all for her.  She said she was very sex-and-kink positive and that she had even heard of my websites previously.  I didn't ask her how she was familiar with the sites, or any details about what she meant.  I try to keep things professional, and probing into the personal lives of someone I might employ isn't exactly something you do when you are trying to create a professional work environment.  But, since the content didn't bother her, we set a time to meet in person and do an actual interview.
    It was yesterday that she came by my office.  Right away I noticed that she was fidgeting a bit, but I thought she might just be nervous.  Often people are nervous during interviews, so I didn't think anything of it.  Things started off normally enough, discussing her background and production skills.
    Usually when I interview someone who is nervous, they tend to calm down a bit once we get talking, but this girl kept fidgeting, worse and worse.  Several times I thought about asking if she was alright, but I was afraid of seeming insensitive, or embarrassing her, if she had a medical condition or really was just that nervous.  Finally, she even progressed to crossing her legs, and quickly grabbing at her crotch.
    It appeared obvious that she was desperate to pee, so I decided to ask, "Are you alright?"
    "I'm fine," she said, "I just need to go to the bathroom."
    "There is a bathroom down the all, you can go if you need to," I said.
    "Oh, its really okay," she replied, "I don't have to go that bad."
    Now, her body language was indicating that she needed to go very bad, but I didn't really know what else to say.  She wasn't a child, I couldn't order her to the bathroom.  In an attempt at humor, which I'm sure came out very poorly, I made some lame joke about how even though we shoot pee fetish stuff, its not necessary to be desperate to pee for the interview.  She laughed, politely, and we continued the interview.
    We were discussing the specifics of a typical shoot, and exactly how a production assistant fits in and what their duties are, when suddenly she said, "I'm so sorry."
    Now, this wasn't exactly a statement that fit with our current conversation, so I was a bit confused.
    "I just peed on your chair," she said, "I couldn't hold it."
    Her face was bright red, and she was looking down at her lap, avoiding eye contact with me.  I was truly shocked.
    Having no idea how to react to this I just said, "Don't worry, its okay."
    "Really?" she asked, hopefully.
    I assured it was okay, and figured this would be the end of the interview, but she continued to ask me questions about the shoot.  Her questions were a bit odd, at least for a production assistant.  She wanted to know if anyone working behind the scenes had ever wet their pants before on a shoot.  She was definitely seeming a lot more interested in the wetting and the fetish, then the actual job.
    The entire time this conversation was happening she was standing, still squirming in her wet pants, with the wet patch slowly growing larger.
    Finally, I confronted her about it.  "You don't really seem that interested in the job," I said, "Are you just here because you are into wetting?"
    She started apologizing, but basically admitted this was the case.  Living at home with parents and siblings, she really didn't have an opportunity for any kind of wet fun.  She had lots of fantasies involving accidents, but would be much too embarrassed to ever actually carry any of them out.  Then, she saw the add for the production assistant and saw the interview as a way to possible fulfill one of her accident fantasies in a way that wasn't too humiliating.
    I told her if she was interested, she could model on the sites, but she wasn't.  She liked the idea, but didn't want to risk that anyone she knew would ever see the videos.  We talked a little bit about how she might be able to have some wet fun, without her family knowing.  Then she cleaned up and went home.
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    dg6 reacted to WetMalissa in Wetting in a crowded elevator!   
    Where I’m from, this past Wednesday was a bright and beautiful day. And when I got home from work at 1:30 I smoked a bowl on my porch, fondly reflecting on my experiences the week before. Sharing them with all of you was only a fraction of the fun! Just thinking about flooding my jeans in front of all those people made me want to hop back on the horse! I knew later that day I would head into the city via subway to attend one of my masters classes-- ample opportunity to put on another show. Had I planned better I could have put on two that day but I was too absorbed in my job to fill my bladder earlier. So instead I soaked up some sun, started drinking my cranberry juice, and thought about how I would pull off a public wetting after class!

    I decided to wear shorts instead of my typical jeans. I’ve never actually wet in any of my shorts before but it wasn’t very difficult to imagine how it would go. The ones I picked out were pretty old— high-waisted and a faded sage green. The legs (which I rolled up) were pretty tight around my thighs and the pants were tight around my butt and crotch area in general. But they’re nice and loose around my waist so overall they were a very comfortable fit! Plus the fabric, especially around its long fly, is soft and thick, making for a very absorbent piece of clothing! And, best of all, they felt great against my bare skin-- I went commando like always to avoid soiling my panties. Besides the shorts, I wore a comfy pair of flats, some high socks (not crazy high—just to the thickest part of my calf), a white crop top and an open, yellow flannel shirt. I’m pretty good at dressing myself as you can tell!

    For my other public wettings I had gone out with a specific setting and a game plan in mind. For this I wanted to let things unfold organically. The only thing that was off limits for me was wetting before or during class. I don’t really know any of my classmates that well but I do see them once a week so for obvious reasons I didn’t want to embarrass myself. Honestly I wouldn’t mind wetting in front of some of them after class—so long as they’re not people I usually sit next to! Settings of interest were on the street or campus, in the library, or even the subway on the way home. I discovered on my last adventure that people are pretty oblivious, or at least tend to disregard huge, obvious wet spots on your clothing when in passing. And that was when I wore jeans so with a pair of shorts I figured most people probably wouldn’t notice at all! But for the actual event I wanted people to see my helplessness and my hot piss streaming down my legs. That was the loose game plan I formulated. As you can see I left myself a lot of room to improvise! I drank cranberry juice, tea, and I even packed a 1 liter water bottle for myself to drink on the go before it was time to leave.

    By the time I left my house, I was well past the point where I would have gone to the bathroom. (Although it seems like the average number of times I pee in a toilet has decreased recently). I wasn’t squirming with desperation but there was certainly some mild pressure on my bladder and I found myself tapping my foot every now and then. I packed a change of pants, socks, and shoes in my car so that I could change before my husband saw me when I got home—that way I’d still have to walk around with piss-stained pants until I got off the subway. While riding on the train I remembered the relief I felt the Friday before when I flooded my jeans in front of all those commuters. Thinking about it made me quite aroused! I pulled my shorts up tight and pivoted my weight from leg to leg just to feel the inseam gently brush against my clit. The stimulation also increased my urge to pee and I actually considered letting go for a couple of moments. Looking back, it’s surprising how much confidence my previous experiences have given me! I wasn’t worried or worked up about what people might do if I started wetting myself—everything seemed a lot more predictable. It was a very freeing feeling. If I had to go, I could! But I wanted to hold. I wanted to be bursting! I wanted to put on a spectacular show for some unsuspecting bystanders! So I held steady and took a few sips out of my water bottle.

    My urge to pee increased significantly by the time I entered my building, walking briskly past the bathrooms. Still devoted to sitting through my class, I rode the elevator up to third floor. (I normally take the stairs but I was in no condition to tackle something like that at this point.) All throughout class I was wiggling my legs and sitting with my hand shoved into my crotch. I didn’t get many notes down on my laptop (I knew I could always just read the chapter to see what the professor was talking about.) My urgency was very swiftly rising and at some points it became unbearable! This is a two-and-a-half hour class, mind you, but it felt longer than it ever has before! I couldn’t get my mind off how a joint would really alleviate the pain (though it wouldn’t make my bladder any stronger!). I finished off the water in my bottle, partly to distract me, but inevitably, of course, it just made my need more pressing. I also started to realize that my restless behavior was drawing the attention of the people around me.

    Ten minutes before the end of class, it occurred to me that I was nearing my limit. My legs were wiggling, my heel was tapping on the ground, and my hand was firmly cupped around my pussy. I even caught myself tentatively rocking back and forth trying to cope with the unbelievable amount of pressure on my bladder. In hindsight, I think my exploration into this wetting fetish has weakened my ability to hold. I swear I could feel my bladder muscles quivering! I dared myself to let just a little out, knowing full well the likelihood was high that I could end up uncontrollably wetting myself in my seat. With all the composure I could muster, I quietly inhaled some air through my nose, and with a silent shutter, slowly began to exhale. Still tightly holding my crotch, I felt a warm burst of pee through the soft, thick fabric of my shorts. But, realizing all too well that I was doing this right next to people that I occasionally share notes with, I came to my senses before the stream became genuinely uncontrollable. Trying to stop the flow led to intense pelvic agony! My bladder was screaming at me—I’m sure it felt utterly betrayed! But with a firm grip and a stoic poker face, I fought through the pain and ceased my stream. Now it was time to assess the damage.

    Before I even looked down, I knew a good bit had seeped under my ass. But my legs must have been pretty tight together because the frontal coverage certainly wasn’t insignificant. You could see where my pee had shot along the crease where my legs meet my pelvis. And my crotch was glistening! I quickly scooched my chair forward so I could hide my pee stained shorts underneath the table. I gently removed my hand from my crotch to let some of my hot pee drip off my fingers. I tried not to be conspicuous while glancing around to see if people had noticed. To be fair—I was so lost in my desperation that, even if my neighbors had witnessed my short wetting, I probably would have been oblivious to their gaze. Nobody seemed to be paying me any mind, though. (Or at least they were doing their best to ignore it.) So I focused on my computer screen and endeavored to maintain control until class ended.

    When class finally did end everyone began ritually packing up. I followed suit, though very slowly. My wet spot was still obvious and, while I knew I’d be walking through campus with it showing, I still didn’t want my neighbors to see. After everybody around me had left, I stood up to make my leave. If you read my last experience on the subway, you may recall a moment where I stood up from a tight leg squeeze and nearly lost control of my bladder. Well, when I stood up gravity hit me in the same way, and I involuntarily and audibly gushed! The base of my fly glistened where urine pooled. I didn’t feel anything drip down my legs yet, but it was making an already obvious stain even more apparent! I plunged my hand back into my crotch to literally hold in the pee, bent my knees together, and scrunched forward. For a second I actually thought that I had prematurely exploded! Thankfully, though, I again regained control and took a few moments to adjust to being upright. Apart from my severely wet crotch, there was a small amount of horizontal spread to my thighs, and, as far as I could feel, a lengthy line of dampness running up center of my ass, the majority of my shorts were still dry. I packed my laptop and threw my bookbag over my shoulder, trying to avoid making eye contact with the people still packing up on the row behind me. Despite my aversion, I couldn’t help but notice a few people looking down at me as I strode past. My first instinct was to feel embarrassed, but feelings of arousal and, of course, desperation, dominated my psyche. I knew wasn’t going to make it to the library to review my notes after class. Hell, I didn’t even think I could make it out of the building!

    It was 9:30 at this point, and every other class was beginning to let out. The hallways weren’t as crowded as I’m sure they are during the day. But there’s a large amount of people who take night classes at my grad school so they were still pretty crowded. I approached the elevator and waited behind 5 others, trying my best to hide myself. The doors opened, a single person got off, and we all piled in. Being the last one in, I resorted to standing right in the middle of everybody. (People always seem to claim to the wall spaces when they’re forced to share an elevator.) There were two girls, seemingly friends and around my age (maybe younger), an older women who may have been a professor, and a couple guys, one young and one old, both dressed pretty casually. I stood with my arms crossed tightly around my abdomen and my legs held firmly together, trying to make myself as small as possible. “Everyone headed to the first floor?” the younger guy asked after pressing the button, his finger still hovering over the array. By that point, I knew that the older woman and the two girls had already noticed my dark crotch. My waistband, which is looser on these shorts than my other pants, sagged under the extra water weight and made my fly pooch a little. Everyone responded to the guy with a ‘yup’ or a ‘mm-hmm’. I saw the younger guys eyes dart over to me after he dropped his finger. It occurred to me that if I was in fact aiming to wet publicly, in front of an unsuspecting group of strangers, I couldn’t ask for better circumstances. The doors closed.

    The elevator was old-- it belonged to an old building, after all-- and it started its descent with a lurch. I looked up at the ceiling and bit my lip, batting my eyes, undoubtedly looking pathetically desperate! It was just a small stream at first. And I felt warm pee make its way across my thighs, up my fly, and under my ass. It felt so satisfying! So I closed my eyes tight and dared myself to push harder. We weren’t even halfway to the first floor, and I started wetting a torrent! I felt warm urine start to soak into my rolled up pant legs right below my crotch. I felt it shoot the far sides of my thighs and high up my ass. Then I felt it streaming down my legs, clinging to them all the way down to my calves, where it was absorbed into my socks. I heard it start to gently drip onto the hard, cold elevator floor and I felt it pooling around my shoes, which were rapidly getting soaked. By some miracle, the elevator didn't stop at the second floor. Everyone was uncomfortably silent. If the old guy hadn’t noticed before I was sure he did now! Finally the elevator stopped on the ground floor. There was an agonizingly long pause before the doors opened. Normally in peculiar moments like those, it seems like the world is standing still. But despite everyone standing around like statues, the piss rushing down my legs surely reminded everyone that the world was still very much in motion! It certainly reminded me! When the doors finally opened, I rushed out, my arms still crossed, still biting my lip, and my eyes still focused on the ceiling. I didn’t even try to stop my stream—I just let my walking interrupt it with every step, feeling my piss jettison out of me in short bursts. I didn’t look to see if anybody around me noticed, I’m sure there was a small audience of observant people who had seen. I kept walking, hoping that none of them were the people I sit next to in my class. I walked right past the bathrooms and toward the exit, leaving a trail of urine.

    When I made it to the subway station, my bladder was feeling much better. My shorts were thoroughly soaked and felt heavier than normal. The initial warmth that came with my flood had subsided and the damp fabric on my pants, socks, and shoes was beginning to get a little cold. The station by the university was always pretty crowded when class let out, but the terminal for my specific line wasn’t too bad. I stayed on the far side, hoping to possibly get a car to myself. Don’t get me wrong—I had really enjoyed the attention (so much so that I was subtly rubbing my clit through my wet shorts whenever I was certain nobody was watching!) but I was mentally exhausted and just wanted to sit somewhere out of peoples view. My trip home was uneventful. (I spent my time thinking about what finishing touches I wanted to put on my story that some of you may remember me posting later that night.) And when I finally made it into my car, seeing as how I had skipped my customary study session at the library, I took my time pleasuring myself in the drivers seat before changing, throwing my wet clothes into a plastic bag, and driving home. Everything went off without a hitch!

    As always, let me know what you think and toss me some ideas! You guys are always in the back of my mind when I’m doing these stunts!

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    dg6 reacted to WetMalissa in Public wetting dare!   
    Last week a friendly user on this site dared me to stage an accident at a bus stop during rush hour. I knew of a stop that ran pretty close to a subway station I frequent (I use the subway to head into the city twice a week for classes) but I thought why not just use the subway! It’s more crowded during rush hour, on the lines leaving the city at least, and having an accident on the subway is just as believable as having one at a bus stop—they don’t have any restrooms on the minor stations. The more I thought about the idea the more committed to it I became. It was far more daring than anything I’ve previously done. Hell, the only other wetting experience I’ve had under public gaze was in front of a single women in passing! My main concern was that the people around me would react very negatively. But after my first experience in front of that women in the parking lot, and some reflection as to what my husband or I would do upon seeing such a desperate scene, my theory was that people probably wouldn’t bother me about it. In fact—they’d probably just silently sympathize with my embarrassment. Just thinking about staging a public accident in such a busy place made me nervous but I took comfort in my own assessment and some of the experiences other people have shared on here.
    I have Fridays off so I had plenty of time to obsess over this idea the night before. I decided to wait until the trains would be really crowded around 4:30 or 5—rush hour. That way I could still get home and get my clothes in the washer before my husband came home at around 6:30. Regardless, I started denying myself the bathroom and drinking plenty of liquids very early in the morning on Friday. By lunchtime I was already bursting. I was also already dressed in an outfit I wanted to have my accident in: some blue jeans (with no panties because I don’t like wetting them), white tennishoes, a patterned blue shirt, and I threw on a black denim jacket because it was a little windy. (I also rolled up the legs of my jeans just above my ankles to make them into capris). So with an outfit all set, my nerves worked up, and my bladder bursting, it had become very apparent that I wasn’t going to make it to 4:30. It seemed like I wouldn’t even make it another half hour! But this was the perfect opportunity to stage another accident elsewhere, at least testing my hypothesis with a smaller crowd, and still have time to get desperate for my subway show! So I contacted my co-conspirator on this site and asked him to give me some ideas!
    I set out to find a good setting before hearing back from him—he was taking a while to respond. On the road I saw him message me to try it in front of a gas station attendant! Simple enough I thought. So, squirming in my seat, I drove to a little station about 15 minutes from my house and parked next to the front doors. Through the glass I could see the bathroom in little hallway directly across from the entrance. It looked like there was only one. Over by the pumps there was a man filling his car up, and inside I could see a young guy idling behind the register. He was probably enjoying a slow shift. A wave of desperation suddenly hit me and I plunged my hand between my legs, cupping my vagina as hard as I could! I almost couldn’t hold it—my mind and body were giving up. But I wanted to work up my courage. If I could do this than I could do the subway! So I jumped out of my car and walked inside as briskly as I could.
    “Hi. Where’s your restroom?” I asked the guy bluntly. I couldn’t believe I had actually just walked into that convenience store—actually planning on wetting my jeans in front of this kid. Without looking up from his phone he pointed me to the hallway just past the counter and responded with an equally brief, “back there”. I waddled over and ducked into the cover of the hallway. As silently as I could, I pushed the bathroom door open, probed the inside door handle with my hand, and pushed the lock button down. Then, just as silently, I closed it. So there I was: genuinely desperate outside of a locked bathroom door! My heart was racing! I couldn’t believe what I was doing! I jiggled the handle loudly like any desperate woman would do. Then, acting as if I thought somebody else must be in there, I stood against the wall and waited. After 2 minutes or so I knocked and jiggled the handle again. “Is anybody in there???” I asked, panting as I spoke, acting really desperate. Hell, I was desperate! My bladder was close to busting and the waves of pressure I was feeling were getting more and more impossible to bear.
    I dipped my head out of the hallway to get the guys attention, “Hey is there anybody in this bathroom?” I asked. “Shouldn’t be,” he said. “Is it locked?” Either he had been ignoring me or he was genuinely oblivious, because I hadn’t been that far away from him. I nodded my head and squirmed around frantically, my hand firmly holding my crotch. This didn’t go unnoticed-- I caught him glancing down at me as he approached. He seemed pretty young, maybe in his late teens or early twenties. And I remember through the haze thinking that he could have used a haircut and a shave. He knocked on the door and tested the handle for himself, “Is there anybody in there?” He casually asked. Of course there was no response and I just stood there, standing with my legs crossed bouncing on my knees. He turned to face me, “Sorry about that, ma’am. That’s the strangest thing. Do you have a hairpin—I can try to pick it for you” I shook my head no and right then decided that that had to be the moment. My heart was absolutely racing!
    “Oh shit,” I shuttered. I had been contracting my bladder muscles ever so slightly—letting my warm pee teeter just at the very edge of my urethra. My plan was to ease myself into it. But then, with a spontaneous, almost-out-of-my control pelvic flex, my heart dropped. There was just a burst of warmth at first—it was a short but powerful wave. I moved my crotch-grabbing hand over to the back side of my hip and, with my other hand, covered my mouth. Piss had dampened the very bottom of my crotch and shot up in a v along where my legs met my pelvis. That was it, I thought. I might as well go all the way. My nerves were a wreck but getting past that first vital step really helped me relax. My crotch exploded with wetness. I pushed as hard as I could—my pee shot up to my waistband and pooled over to the sides of my thighs. I could hear it loudly gushing against the denim. The sound, wetness, and warmth continued to grow as it pooled around to my backside and started falling down the legs of my jeans. I looked back up at poor Mr. Cashier. He was looking down at me, wide-eyed and obviously at a loss for what to say. When my pee started dripping loudly onto the cheap, plastic tile floor he finally looked up and met my gaze. I was trying to muster my most apologetic, embarrassed, and helpless face I could. Part of me was actually horrified, of course! I was looking into the eyes of the man who would be mopping up my pee puddle after all! But he matched my gaze with the utmost sympathy—it was actually very sweet—and stuttered, “I-I’m so sorry, ma’am. Here… I-I think we have some bobby pins up front.”
    I stood there, my legs still crossed and still wetting a torrent, as he shuffled to the bobby pin displays. (As if unlocking the bathroom door would fix my problem. I suppose he didn’t know what else to do!) He kept glancing back at my legs as he tore a bobby pin out of its packaging. My jeans, shoes and socks were absolutely drenched and by this point and I was standing in the middle of a massive puddle. My bladder was relieved but my heart was positively pounding! My cold, dry breaths starkly contrasted the warm, wet piss pooling against my thoroughly stimulated and swollen pussy. And I thought my first experience was exhilarating! But the initial shock and arousal I felt when I had started wetting was suddenly overpowered by a primal flight instinct. Without really thinking about it, and STILL peeing, I started walking to the exit. As I passed by Mr. Cashier I shuttered, almost on the verge of tears, “I’m so sorry”. I don’t know if he looked back at me when I walked through the door. Then I placed my towel on the driver’s seat, started my engine, and made my escape.
    When I reached a stop light, I had some time to calm my nerves. It truly was an exhilarating experience and, if my own personal taste in wettings means anything, I really had put on an amazing show! So I sat there, gently caressing my clit through the damp, denim seam on the crotch of my jeans. It was almost 1:20 at this point—I had about three hours until my subway appointment! I was sure that a lot of the liquids I’d been drinking that morning were still on their way to my bladder, but I also had enough time to make myself really and truly bursting before my big public performance! So, wet jeans and all, I got an extra-large sweet tea from a McDonalds drive through before making my way home.
    Seeing as how long this story is already I’ll save my subway experience for a little later. Trust me—you will not be disappointed! Let me know what you thought. Also I’d like to hear from any guys about if they’ve managed to pull off any similar stunts-- I have a hunch that us women have an easier time playing with this fetish in public without facing scrutiny because of our historically weaker bladders (and higher susceptibility to incontinence too). Anyways, hope you all like it!
     
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    dg6 got a reaction from Sveidi11 in I wet the bed for the first time since I was a teenager   
    Still kind of shocked that it happened but starting to like it after I think about it
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    dg6 got a reaction from Sveidi11 in I wet the bed for the first time since I was a teenager   
    I haven't wet my bed since I was a teenager maybe around 12-13. I wet the bed quite a bit as a child as well. I woke up this morning to find I wet the bed. It wasn't a full blown wetting but enough to know what I had done. I'm kind of conflicted right now, I've tried to bedwet before while diapered with no luck, just waking up really needing to go and last night I have my first in a long time. I think it was a combination of being exhausted from that day and drinking some water before I went to bed. Even  though I pee before going to bed because I don't want to get up, I guess last night wasn't enough. I can vaguely remember a short pee dream where I used a toilet and I think that's how it happened.
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    dg6 got a reaction from rachelkirwan in Another "Accident" in Public While Buying Diapers   
    This reminds me of some of my public diaper adventures. I enjoy using my diapers out in public and having to change in public rest rooms when needed. I mainly use the rest rooms with have multiple stalls. There is nothing more terrifying, thrilling, and humiliating than trying to change out of a soaked diaper in a public toilet. I wear bambinos with the baby prints so I can't even use the medical excuse if I were to be seen. Probably my most embarrassing change happened a few months ago. I was wearing my bambino diaper and had driven out of town wearing it. I don't go out in public much in my town because it is kind of smallish and I don't want to be recognized. Well my diaper had my morning pee in it and a couple wettings after that but felt fine. I drank a couple bottles of water on my way to the next town so I would have to go more once I changed. I selected a store I had never been to before for the deed and got out of my vehicle. When I got out I realized my diaper had leaked at the top and legs of my diaper! I was wearing khaki pants so the wet stains were obvious and were the tell tale sign of a leaking diaper and not a regular pee accident. I bit the bullet because I was out of town, desperately needed a change and had to pee again. Its winter so my coat covered some of the shameful wet stains but not all of it. I went in and looked for the toilet desperately but couldn't find it! I had never been to this store before. Eventually I admitted defeat and asked a girl stocking some shelves where the rest rooms were. She pointed me in the direction and I thanked her and hope she didn't notice my pants. I finally found the rest room and it was 2 stalls and a urinal and one man using the urinal. The stalls were situated in sort of an L shape so the handicap stall (which I selected) didn't offer anymore privacy than the other one. I waited for the man at the urinal to finish, so I sat on the toilet in just my diaper and peed full force and heard the pee leaking out and dripping in the toilet. Once he left I started changing, I grabbed my new dry diaper out of my coat and did the rip of shame and pulled the ultra load tapes that seemed to echo through the rest room. I was alone but felt my face flush with shame. I didn't have anywhere to put the used diaper so I sat it on the floor and started changing. Halfway through taping up the new diaper someone came in and took the other stall for I'm sure a bowel movement. I was so scared and humiliated that I was shaking. I decided to just finish the deed know full well he could hear the rustling of me taping my diaper up. After I had it taped up I pulled my wet pants up and realized I had left my used diaper on the floor and it was on full display for whoever happened to look down towards my stall. Hastily I grabbed it, rolled it up, left the stall and did the walk of shame to the trash can with my swollen diaper, destined for the trash. I was so humiliated I left without washing my hands but I was also very turned on. Hopefully whoever reads this enjoys my most embarrassing diaper change. I'm building up the guts to do a change in somewhere super busy like a busy shopping mall, some place where the were will be people constantly coming and going and I won't have much of a chance of being alone
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