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  1. As this only happened last night i wasn't going to post it for a while, but then i decided that now would be the best time whilst the details are fresh in my memory. I did two holds yesterday, the first had to be aborted thanks to friends rocking up at the wrong time, but the second was highly successful and was really good fun. So last night for the second hold i was gulping down water like there was no tomorrow, i must have knocked back at least 2 maybe 3 litres of water in the space of a few hours. Once i had finished the hold and had wet myself i jumped in the shower, no more than 15 minutes after wetting. As i was in the shower i felt the need to wee again, so once i was finished in the shower i relieved myself again, although this time in a more traditional fashion :p I had just slipped into my pjs and was ready to settle down and watch Game Of Thrones when my phone rang, it was my girlfriend asking if she could come over for the night, she wasn't feeling well and she wanted cuddles and company, so of course i said yes and i went to pick her up. I set off to pick her up and its about a 20 minute journey each way. By the time we arrived back at mine i needed another wee. So i relived myself again and we slipped into our pjs and curled up on the sofa to watch some TV. I'll say now that i do a have bed wetting issue, its something to do with my body not producing a certain hormone when i sleep (i don't fully understand) but its never a big issue provided i go to the bathroom before bed. I will very occasionally wet the bed but it really is super rare and when i do, in the past iv'e always been alone. So we watched TV for a couple of hours and then we headed to bed. I went to the bathroom for another wee before i got into bed so i wasn't worried as i snuggled up to my girl in bed. I drifted off pretty quickly into a deep sleep. I was having a pee dream, but i get a lot of them and normally in the dream i keep getting thwarted before i can actually have a wee but this time i was not thwarted. I was awoken by the all too familiar feeling in my crotch, that beautiful warmth that you only get doing one thing... Yep i was wetting the bed. Once i realised what i was doing i grabbed my crotch in an attempt to stop the flow but it was useless, the flow simply would not stop.Once i came round a bit I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, weeing all the way. I got to the bathroom and just sat on the toilet and finished what i had already started, i didn't remove my underwear or pjs because i didn't see the point, the damage was already done. I just sat there weeing myself with my head in my hands willing it to end. Every fibre of my being wanted to cry, i wanted to become invisible, i wanted it to be a dream. After i finished weeing i got off the toilet and just stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself covered in my own shame. I stripped off my soaked undies and pjs and contemplated how to tell my girlfriend what had happened. In the end i left the bathroom and i gently woke her up to tell her of my accident. At first she didn't understand, she was tired and dazed. But soon enough she came round and understood what i had done. She took a look at the wet patch on the bed and then looked at me straight in the eye. Then she simply wrapped her arms around me, kissed me on the cheek and told me it was okay. That is when i did start to cry. I was distraught, i could not believe that i had just done that in front of her. She pulled my head into her chest and ran her fingers through my hair telling me it was okay. Once i had calmed down she told me to take a shower whilst she stripped the bed and changed the sheets. While i was in the shower i could hear her knocking around, opening and closing wardrobes ( i have an en suite so i hear everything) and when i came out the shower she had changed the bedding, she had changed into the pjs she knows i adore her in and she had laid out clean undies and pjs for me. In the morning i opened up to her about my bed wetting issue, she told me i should have told her sooner but she understood why i didn't and she told me that she was a regular bed wetter in her teenage years. I then told her that i do have diapers that i very occasionally wear for bed and at first she looked surprised but then she told me she completely understood and once again gave me more wonderful cuddles and told me if i ever felt the need to wear one for bed when i was with her i should and not be embarrassed about it. Im still pretty embarrassed about it now but im more relieved at how well she handled that situation than anything else. Thats why i love her. Thank you for reading guys. It's really helpful being able to share this stuff <3
  2. Long time lurker, first time poster. I figured I may as well start off with what I consider to be my first kind of omo experience. I was 16, and on a school camping trip. We had been at a site with great toilet facilities right next to where we pitched our tents, but on the last night we had to move to a different site (for reasons I that are neither relevant nor interesting). Most of the day had been spent walking to this new site, so I'd drank a couple of bottles of water, and when we got there I needed to pee. But the facilities we just awful. There was only one toilet and it was really gross. I was a 2/10 (I have a very strong bladder) and I can't face peeing in bushes so I just decided to pitch my tent and go to sleep as I was exhausted, and go and find some better toilets in the morning. My friend Maxine, who I was sharing a tent with, did the same thing. In the middle of the night, I woke up suddenly to a hand on my shoulder. The first thing I noticed was the urge to pee....it was around an 8, and I found myself panicking. The hand was Maxine, telling me she needed to go pee but had forgotten the way to the toilet so needed me to take her. We stepped out of the tent, and it was actually pretty scary. Pitch black, and complete silence. I turned on my torch and we made our way to the toilet, very slowly. Every slight noise was making us jump. I had forgotten how far away the toilet actually was, and the creepiness had made my urge a 9/10, and rising, and I was starting to wonder whether I'd actually make it. It was a strange thought considering I hadn't had an accident in my memory- in fact I hadn't even come close. My bladder was aching, and I had to walk with my legs squeezed tightly together. After what felt like forever I abandoned my dignity and put my hand on my crotch, pressing my pee hole, and hoped that the dark meant Max couldn't see me. That actually relieved a lot of the pressure and I was able to walk more normally, although I didn't know how much longer I could hold it. Just after, there was a loud noise. I think it was a dog barking, but it shocked us so much I couldn't tell. We both screamed, very loudly. My hand started to feel damp and I realised what was happening...I was wetting myself! I quickly slammed my legs together, stopping the flow, but the warmth of my inner thighs told me this had left a noticeable wet patch. I went hot with embarrassment - how could I hide this from Maxine? - until I heard Maxine whispering "Oh no, oh my God no no no". I shone the torch on her, and sure enough she was having a similar problem. However, as much as she squirmed and tried to stop it with her hand, she just kept peeing full-force. I was embarrassed for her, but also very...curious (baring in mind I wasn't aware of my fetish at this point). I just stared as she started to cry, begging for it to stop, and then watched in amazement as she eventually just gave up, unclenching her fists and just allowing pee to gush from her, knowing the fight was over. She cried silently, until the noise of the pee hitting the ground started to sound like a tap and she began to weep properly. It all made me forget about my own urge for a minute, which is really saying something. She was really hysterical after that. The scream had woken people up - I could see torches going off in the background - and it was very obvious what had happened. Besides, we had all stored our spare clothes in the teacher's caravan, meaning she'd have to wake them up so she could change. That's when I had an idea. I was also desperate to pee, and it was very likely that I would end up having an accident too. So I figured I'd do just that - have an "accident". I told her I still needed to pee and we carried on walking towards the toilets. But this time, instead of holding it, I just relaxed. It took a good minute for anything to happen, because I guess the body just naturally doesn't want to pee in clothes, but eventually I felt a little spurt. I involuntarily tensed, then forced myself to relax again. It was happening - I started to dribble a little, but I didn't feel particularly wet. I had a sneaky look at my leggings (light grey, very easy to spot wet patches) and there was a thin line of pee snaking down my right leg. I wondered why I wasn't peeing very much...and then the floodgates opened. My thighs and butt suddenly felt very warm and wet, and I moaned slightly at the sheer relief. I stopped dead in my tracks as if I was shocked, and said "Oh no Maxine, I'm peeing!". I was surprised at how much was coming out - puddles were forming in my walking boots and my socks were soaked through. It just didn't stop coming, and as I stood and watched pee flowing out of me I realised that I was getting a little turned on. As it dripped on the ground, I had to hide my excitement from Max and pretend to be embarrassed. To be honest, that's where the fun stopped. The humiliation of having to knock on our teachers' caravan door, soaking wet, to ask for our spare clothes because we'd had an accident, was unbearable. Still, the little bit of enjoyment I got out of it all stuck with me, and here I am today on this forum...
  3. Yesterday night I went to dinner with my family. It was kind of like a twice of year get together including my little brother, my biological mom, and my papa (grandfather). I wanted to look nice but not over do it, as he was the 'underwear with no shirt' kinda guy. Im the 'no pants with t-shirt' kinda girl, so I guess I get it from my papa. I decided to go with just a pair of dark shorts and a dark purple shirt. Of course I did my makeup nicely so I felt pretty. At the restaurant I had two large sweet tea's. I went home full and content, and I didn't need to pee. When I got home it was around 8, so I decided to drink a couple 17 ounce bottles of water while baking brownies. By the time it was 10 o clock I had drank three waters. It was difficult to move around and do things because I was desperate and scared to leak. At this time everyone was getting in bed or was already sleeping. Waddling over to the stove to get the brownies out, a spurt leaked for about 2 seconds and I knew that my pants were a little damp. These shorts were tight shorts so there would be no hiding an accident. Holding still was very hard for me at this point and I had the challenge of getting the brownies out. Pushing through I opened the oven door and pulled out the brownies. I had to hold kinda still so I was twitching, and apparently I had to twitch my wrist into the hot oven door. Cringing I pulled away and threw the baked good on the stove but what I didn't realize was that my shorts were wet. I had wet myself from shock but stopped in the midst of a spurt. Not enough to show on the front,but enough for me to know. Biting my lower lip I grabbed myself and went to the bathroom where I took a pic of my bulge and a desperation pic. It was hard to hold still to take the pictures actually. Anyways, with the pictures taken I thought I would go back and chill on the floor until I couldn't stop myself from peeing but that didn't happen. As I took my first step towards the door it was like a dam broke. There was no tiny stream, It flowed without any of my control. I couldn't even push more out. I sighed in relief as this happened but my cheeks turned a bright pink, I even felt it in my ears. The bathroom was a complete mess and it took about 40 minutes to clean my mess and get me washed up. I went to bed that night needing to pee but nothing really happened ;( *** Tell me what you think? Thanks for reading <3 M
  4. Here's a few ideas for those who are not very accident prone, but still get a kick from having an accident every now and then. This is certainly the case with me -- I am able to hold moderate amounts of wee quite well. I can get myself to the stage of having an 'accident' by simply holding it too long, but this is something I do quite consciously anyway. The biggest turn on is, however, when that happens a bit unexpectedly. So, I've got a few ideas inspired by those 'toilet un-training' guides, where the aim is to become completely incontinent. The aim of this 'training' programme is to allow you to have some accidental leaks or dribbles sometimes which could get your heart pounding but with a little risk of the complete embarrassment. The logic is very simple decide on situation where you would like to have an increased risk of an accident and whenever you get in this situation let a tiny dribble :) This is what I think is the most natural and easy: The standard problem of 'almost making it'. Whenever you enter a toilet let a little leak before actually going for a wee. If you can't go easily or have a shy bladder try maybe checking your messages and if there are any urgent emails on your phone. Do this whenever you go for a wee: home, work, restaurant. A little dribble will make no damage, but will help you develop a naughty habit. Same but when looking for your key when coming home :) When and if you wake up for a wee at night let a dribble before getting up :) and then the rule #1 applies when getting to the toilet I imagine such training can only have effect if done regularly for some considerable amount of time, like a month or so. I've been practising these simple rules for the last couple of days. I don't think it has any real effect on me, since the period of time is too short, but it is certainly a fun game to play anyway :) What do you think, guys and girls?
  5. So, I'm currently a graduate student taking some courses over the winter break to knock out some credits as quickly as possible. One of my professors is a younger gal (maybe not quite thirty?) Fit, blonde, and I'm ninety-nine percent certain she leaked on herself the other day in class. Starts off like most fiction - I know. Bear with me, though. It's pedestrian but titillating in all the ways that make real-life experiences swoon-inducing. The class is only a two week ordeal, there are less than ten people in it. Being a winter course, the classes take place for a several hours in a day to cover mass amounts of material in a short span of time. Normally, the instructor and class decide on some informal schedule for breaks to use the restroom and get food. For whatever reason, we did not, which I think contributed to my instructor's predicament. What happened is about halfway through a class session (2-3 hours in,) my instructor started fidgeting. She was dressed moderately formally: blouse, long cardigan, and black slacks loose around the ankles. Me, possessing the, uh, sexual proclivity we all have in common, noted the fidgeting pretty much immediately. Being the pessimist I am, however, I expected it to end rather anticlimactically: with her excusing herself to the restroom before things got out of hand. Except she kept lecturing. And then visibly moved into squirming as time progressed. You can imagine my attempts at playing it cool, like I wasn't keeping track or anything. Before long, she was exhibiting emergency-level body language. Crossing legs, bouncing up and down, sitting down as much as possible. I was completely confounded, because literally no one would have cared if she asked for a five or ten or fifteen minute break from the action. She alternated between sitting and standing somewhat rapidly, and as a peer was responding to a question and everyone had their attention towards the rear of the room, I watched my professor buckle out of the corner of my eye. Shortly thereafter, she excused herself from the room and told us to continue our discussion in her absence. As she walked out of the room, passing into the glow of the fluorescent lights in the hallway, I spotted a damp spot on the seat of her dark slacks just before she turned in the direction of the restroom. Upon returning, she made a point to either sit down the remainder of the class, or have her back turned to us. I am still incredulous. What confuses me still is why she didn't just excuse herself before starting to leak. Which makes me wonder, does my professor have a desperation fetish? Was she pushing the limits in real life knowing the number of witnesses would be relatively low? Did she recount the experience with secret electricity later to her significant other? Or was it a genuine misstep, and she scolded herself for the rest of the evening for peeing in front of her students? Really not entirely sure which of those is more likely. If there are any updates in this final week of class, I'll be sure to report back.
  6. My first post this feels quite momentous somehow... anyway here goes This happened about 2 weeks ago during a mammoth gaming session on a saturday afternoon... I had set this day aside for quite a while its not often i get whole days to myself to do as i wish, id bought quite a supply of energy drinks on the friday night on my way home from work in preparation of the day ahead. Id woken about 9 in the morning and set about guzzling my supply of energy drinks and coffee, i had not planned a wetting but i was acutely aware of what all the energy drinks would do, but at no point did i think events would unfold quite how they did. I was a couple of hours into my session when i first felt a twinge in my bladder, nothing to worry about however as i was engrossed in a raid on Destiny. Time ticked by. Enemies came and went. Half the worlds supply of energy drinks had been consumed. Then without warning my need to pee suddenly escalated and i became quite desperate to pee. However i soon forgot about my need to pee as i delved even more into the game, occasionally having to fidget and wiggle and quite a bit of crotch grabbing to ease the urge to pee. I dont know how much time passed as i often loose track of time while gaming but before i knew it we had arrived at the penultimate boss battle. I became engrossed in the mechanics, i was thinking of nothing more than winning the battle and praying for good loot. I was consumed by my yearning for loot. Eventually we got through it and it was time to collect my loot. And i could not believe my luck, i had gotten exactly what i needed. I was consumed by excitement, i literately jumped from my chair in excitement, which as it turned out wasn't the best thing to do. All of a sudden i became aware that my crotch was oddly warm. In my engrossment in the game i had totally forgotten that i needed to pee, but the sharp movement of jumping out my seat soon reminded me as i was almost literally wetting myself with excitement. I instinctively grabbed my crotch and tried to regain control and eventually i succeeded but not before soaking my underwear. But i was not done yet, i still desperately needed to pee. I regained my composure and control of my bladder and told myself to forget about it and carry on with the game. And it worked... for about 2 minutes, i soon found myself releasing spurts of pee to try and relieve the pressure, but it was useless as all it did was make me even more desperate. The situation came to a head when one of my small tactical spurts turned into a small torrent. I regained what control i could and threw my headset and controller to the floor and made haste to the bathroom. I was pretty much wetting myself all the way so when i finally arrived i just flopped onto the toilet and let it go, it must have lasted for at least a minute, a raging torrent through my underwear. When i was done i went back to finish the game only to find i had been kicked, there is an irony there somewhere i think ;) so i found some subtible material and released my pent up energy.. Thank you for reading guys i hope you enjoyed it :) attached is a picture of the underwear in question, dry and clean unfortunetly as i never thought to take pics at the time as i wanted to wash them before my housekeeper arrived on Sunday. Any feedback would be appreciated :)
  7. Let me tell you about my first kiss. I was just shy of 18 and school had just ended. Finals and graduation were still in the future but it was my last regular day of high school. There were a lot of people I would never see again. It was a bittersweet day with many goodbyes and yearbook signings. I didn't linger as long as I would have wanted. I'd had a lot of pop at the senior celebration and my body wasn't used to all that sugary caffeinated liquid input. That combined with my longstanding refusal to use school restrooms put me in a serious hurry to get home. I was running swiftly and stiffly while trying not to think about the fact that my bladder was swollen up larger than it had probably ever been in my life. It was a hot June day. Every lawn seemed to have a sprinkler running. The heat, my nervous feelings, and my urgent pace worked together to give me lots of sweat. My overly long blond hair kept getting in my eyes like a bunch of wet tentacles. My polo shirt and jean shorts were sticking to my body. All this liquid around me made me think about all the liquid that was sitting inside me waiting eagerly to pour out. It happened when I was 2½ blocks into my walk home. A certain 11th grader had been patiently waiting for me to come this way along my usual path. She was someone I enjoyed chatting with but had never thought much about. At the moment she looked cool and collected in utter contrast to how I must have looked. Without a word or even a gesture of greeting she walked right up and kissed me. I was immediately filled with surprise, pleasure, confusion, even a little fear. This was something completely new to me both physically and emotionally. I'd never received a confession of love before and never had a sensuous experience remotely like the sensation of a girl's moist lips pressed against and sliding over mine. So soft. So delicate. So warm. So full of life. When we were pressed together it seemed like I could feel her emotions. I could feel all the girlish energy and zeal behind those lips. I could feel the nervous tension finally being let go. I could feel the months of longing, the desires she had to rein in for so long. It was all too much for me to handle. My bladder just let loose. We were still locked in the kiss when I felt my cotton underpants getting warm in the front. Then I heard liquid dripping on the sidewalk. Then I felt my denim getting warmer. Then I felt the two fabrics sticking together. Then I heard liquid flowing, splattering, absolutely pouring onto the sidewalk. But I couldn't or wouldn't break off the kiss. Eventually she did. She got off her tiptoes and took a few dainty steps backwards. I drew back and looked at what was happening down below. The whole front and inside of my shorts had turned a deep shade of blue and was shining in the bright afternoon sunlight. Liquid was issuing out of the lump between my legs as if it were a drinking fountain. Countless rivers were running down my legs, changing courses when they ran into hairs or knees, finally falling off my skin onto the sidewalk or else flowing straight down to dye my socks yellow and gush over or fill up my shoes. A yellow pool was growing on the rough hot cement. The edge of the puddle carried bits of dirt and twigs with it and a dozen tiny ants were trying to escape the encroaching flood. I tried to cut off the flow. I think I started trying as soon as I noticed but once the kiss was over I put every conscious effort into pinching my urethra shut. My body wouldn't comply. I put my hand in my pocket and used my fingers to manually pinch the channel shut. All that accomplished was getting my hand and more of the denim wet. I had to give up. Instead I started to consciously push the process along. I could at least get this disaster over quickly and have the relief of a totally empty bladder. The golden stream from my soaking wet bulge changed in angle and grew in intensity. The honey-colored liquid circle around my feet became more of an oval. The girl took a couple more steps back. It seemed like hours we stood there like statues as the urine flowed and flowed. She looked down a couple times to the puddle and my shorts then back up to my eyes. I couldn't read her expression. She probably couldn't read mine. I couldn't even keep track of my own emotions. I was a confused mess of conflicting feelings. Even once the leakage was complete we still stood there looking at one another without communicating a single thing in words or body language. I finally broke the silence by saying the only think I could think of: "You're a good kisser." That wonderful smile she smiled told me that my accident hadn't dampened her love.
  8. So, today I did something I've wanted to do for a long time. I went out and bought adult diapers, and had some desperate fun in them. :) I've been interested in diapers for as long as I can remember, but I haven't had many chances to wear them (I wore GoodNites for my bedwetting until I was 10, and adult pull-ups at night for a couple months during a spate of bedwetting when I was 15). Once, I rode my bike to Walgreens to get a pack of actual adult diapers, but I had to mostly throw them away due to not having hiding space. Now that I'm at college, though, there's no one to stop me! I found out there was a 24 hour CVS only a mile from my dorm, and decided I had to seize the opportunity. Today was the first morning in a while I haven't had work to do, so I decided I would get my diapers today. I was really nervous, and almost backed out completely, but I made it there. I hadn't used the toilet when I woke up, so my bladder was feeling comfortably full when I was standing in line at the checkout with a bag of CVS store brand briefs under my arm. The woman ahead of me at the checkout was taking forever, and I was relieved to finally pay and stuff the briefs into my backpack. After I made it back to my dorm room, I felt as excited as a kid on Christmas morning when I locked myself in the bathroom, ripped open the package, and put one on. It took me a few tries to get the tapes right, but I finally got it on and took a look at myself in the mirror. The diaper was poofier than I expected, and was a bit too big for me even though I got the smallest size available. I put on a pair of spandex workout shorts over the diaper to cut down on the size and crinkle, and then I put on the pair of leggings I'd worn to the CVS. Over everything, I wore one of my sweatshirts that goes down to mid-thigh. Then, I drank six mugs of water within about half an hour, and had breakfast. My bladder was quite full at this point, and I leaked a little into my diaper when I squatted down to put books in my backpack. My first class was coming up, so I looked in the mirror to make sure my diaper wasn't showing, and rushed off. As I walked to class, I kept nervously tugging my shirt down to make sure I was covered. The diaper rubbing between my thighs didn't make any noise, thanks to the spandex, but I was trembling with excitement the whole way to class. By now, I was getting a little desperate, but I didn't worry too much about holding because of the diaper. My lack of concentration on holding cost me, and I ended up spurting twice: once while opening the door to the lecture hall, and once when sitting down. Halfway through the lecture, while the instructor was droning on about the class's exam policy, I felt my bladder start to spasm, and I peed a for a couple seconds into my diaper before I could clench down and stop it. I crossed my legs to hold the urges off, and tried to focus on the lecturer and not bounce in place. I decided to go to the restroom after this class and check how wet my diaper was. The last thing I wanted to do was to have the diaper leak and get my clothes wet in front of everyone. I was really desperate now, and had to resist the temptation to hold myself as I slowly walked across the plaza to the nearest restrooms, in the library. Disaster! I'd forgotten that it was the busiest time of the day, and the library was packed with students. There was a line for the ladies room stretching out its door. I really didn't think I could hold it much longer, and my bladder agreed. Every few seconds when I was standing in line, my bladder would spasm and I'd release a spurt of pee into the diaper. I could feel warmth slowly spread through the diaper as I wet it bit by bit. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I was at the front of the line with an open stall. My desperation reached a peak as I pulled the door shut, and I felt the floodgates open as I fumbled with the latch. I yanked down my leggings and spandex and pulled my shirt up as I plopped down on the toilet, all the while peeing uncontrollably into my diaper. For a minute, I sat there and watched my diaper swell and felt my pee flow back and forth in the diaper as I wet. At last, my bladder emptied itself, and I inspected the damage. Surprisingly, the diaper had only leaked a little out the back despite the flooding I gave it, and my shorts and leggings were still dry. As discreetly as I could, I wiped myself off with toilet paper, stuffed my soaked diaper into a ziploc bag, and put on a dry diaper. I tried to be as casual as possible as I walked out and back to my dorm, even though my heart was pounding. The moment I was inside my room and sure I was alone, I locked the door, shoved one of my hands beneath my waistband, and touched myself frantically until I came. I tried to take a picture of my wet diaper, but the stalls are really small and badly lit.
  9. One Friday my wife and I, in our late 20's, early 30's, walked home together from work and as usual went shopping. After we got home we made dinner and she gave me a beer to drink. When I finished it she brought me another, and then another and then another. I thought she just wanted a quiet evening at home together. After we finished dinner she said she forgot about a concert in the park she really wanted to go to. She said we had to leave right then so we could be near the stage. Shortly after we got there a family with three young girls arrived and sat on a blanket near us. The girls were young enough that I soon saw that they were wearing cotton panties under their dresses. On the other side was a family with two teenage girls. I asked when the concert started. My wife said after sundown, about 2 hours. Finally the concert started and went on with music not of my liking. There was an intermission that lasted about 15 minutes. Bright lights were turned on. No one near us moved but the lines to the port-a-potties instantly grew to immeasurable lengths. I was drunk and not sure I could stand if I wanted to. Shortly after the intermission it was as if my kidneys knew intermission over, time to get to work. Within minutes my bladder was full and pressure waves began each stronger and longer than the one before. I was drunk enough that when a pressure wave was so strong I felt an orgasmic release and warmth at my crotch spreading to my butt. I stopped the flow and I simply thought I peed in my pants. As the concert went on another pressure wave came every few minutes and I held for the orgasmic release as I peed in my pants every few minutes. I was getting more sober as the concert went on. Finally the concert ended and the bright lights were turned on. I looked over to the young girls and soon saw they all had dry panties. I said to my wife did she notice anything about the little girls. She said no, what about them. Just then the older of the teenage girls started crying about how she peed in her pants and the younger said she couldn't wait and stood up and peed in her pants. I said the teenagers wet their pants but the little girls didn't. She insisted we get up and go home immediately. I said I was drunk and didn't know if I could get up yet; besides I didn't want people to see my pants. She said it didn't matter; she wanted to go home. As I stood up another pressure wave hit and along with the orgasmic release warmth flowed down my legs. The youngest of the little girls loudly said mommy you said big people don't go potty in their pants. Her mother told her to be quiet. Another of the girls said but mommy that man went potty in his pants. He's big enough to be potty trained. Their mother said be quiet they would talk about it when the got home. The next morning she started me, or more like resumed something for me I will describe in another forum.
  10. My girlfriend and I, in our early 20's, shared a bedroom in an apartment with other people. Friends invited us to go skiing, something I had never done before. I bought a waterproof ski suit. My girlfriend and I got up early and dressed very warmly; we each put on 4 or 5 undies and 3 jeans under our ski pants. She said it would help if I fell and got snow inside by ski suit. I joked that with that many undies it felt like I was wearing a diaper. We had a 3 hour drive to the ski area and got there shortly after it opened. I spent the morning taking ski lessons and finally got the hang of it. In the afternoon I kept at it and finally I could get down the beginners slope without falling. My girlfriend was right about getting snow inside my ski suit. At the end of the day we met at the ski lodge, turned our rented equipment, and began the drive back. After about half an hour we stopped for fast food . While we were eating it began to snow and it was getting dark. I decided to not use the restroom because I had so many layers and I did not like public restrooms, especially the stalls. We got back on the road. The traffic was moving somewhere around 1/3 to 1/2 the speed limit and the roads were getting slick. After about 20 minutes my bladder filled but I thought I would be able to get home. There was a rest stop that would normally have been about 30 minutes away. The farther we went the heavier the snow got, the slicker the roads got and the slower the traffic went. It seemed like we were going about 10 miles an hour. Meanwhile I was wishing I had taken the trouble to use the restroom. After about 2 hours I was hoping we would get to the rest stop very soon. My girlfriend was sitting right next to me and another woman was on her other side, and we were crowded. Pressure waves started in my bladder. I remembered joking about how with all the undies I felt like I was wearing a diaper; I thought I might soon wish I was really wearing a diaper. The traffic was at a near stand still. The pressure waves were coming with increasing frequency, lasted longer and were stronger each time. Finally I saw the sign Rest Stop 1 mile. I expected to be there in about 15 minutes, hoping I could hold it that long. Then the traffic came to a sudden stop. We barely stopped in time to avoid hitting the car ahead of us and the car behind us stopped a few inches from our rear bumper. We sat there long enough that had traffic been moving normally we would have been home. While traffic was stopped my kidneys were not. My hands were cold so I put them inside my ski suit and put them at my crotch. I got a series of pressure waves that I had to struggle to control. After several one was so strong that my struggle was not enough; I felt an orgasmic release as warmth exploded into my crotch. and spread toward my butt. A few minutes later another irresistible pressure wave hit with the same release and warmth flowing around my butt. It had not yet soaked through to my outermost jeans, at least at my crotch. Then came another pressure wave and warmth spread to my legs and I felt my crotch get warm. I gave up when the next pressure wave hit. I just relaxed and the warmth spread and I could feel that I was sitting in very wet pants. Traffic began to move and we finally got to the rest stop. The driver asked if anybody needed to stop and specifically asked the woman sitting next to my girlfriend. She said no. The driver and the woman sitting in the front seat, both of whom lived in the same apartment with the woman in the back seat, asked if she was sure. She said she was sure. As we passed the rest stop entrance we saw several cars sideways blocking one lane and leaving only a narrow passage in the other. After we got past that traffic picked up but still no more than about half the speed limit so it took another 4 hours to get home. When we got home the woman in the back seat asked it would be alright she got dropped off before we were dropped off. I agreed and my girlfriend agreed but I sensed reluctance. The woman got out and ran into her apartment building, then we were driven home. Her apartment mates asked each other if they thought she made it this time. As we were getting out of the car I checked to see if where I was sitting was dry, and it was. My girlfriend asked what I was doing, and I said nothing. We had sometimes teased each other if one of us had to go to the bathroom badly. She teasingly asked why didn't I say I needed to stop at the rest stop. I asked why should I. She said that just before we got there I was sometimes very tense then after we passed the rest stop I wasn't tense again. She was certain I had to go to the bathroom. I said I didn't have to go to the bathroom when we got to the rest stop. She asked did that mean I had to go to the bathroom before we got there? I asked how could it be that I had to go to the bathroom before the rest stop but didn't need to go to the bathroom when we got there? She said there was only one way she could think of. I asked what that was. She came back with I didn't answer her question, did I have to go to the bathroom before we got to the rest stop. I said I wanted to hold her her. I kissed her passionately. She seemed tense as she tried to push away but then shivered and then embraced me passionately. I reached down and put one hand under her ski pants and on her butt, something I sometimes did while we were embraced. I soon felt my hand getting warmer! I became even more passionate. When we finally ended the kiss she was out of breath. I asked if she was OK. She said it was orgasmic. I said I had no idea I was that good a kisser. She said there was that but she had no idea it felt so good to, well I knew what she meant. I innocently asked how my hand got wet? She blushed and said I probably knew. I asked did she peed in her pants. She tried to evade. I asked if she remembered how I said wearing that many undies felt like wearing a diaper? On the way back I had felt like I should have been wearing a diaper. What as the one way she could think of that I would have had to go to bathroom before we got to the rest stop but when we got there I didn't need to go? Why would I have felt like I should have been wearing a diaper? She said I did pee inmy pants, didn't I? I lowered my my ski pants and she saw my wet pants We showered together and rinsed out our clothes. We went to bed for some serious canoodling.
  11. I'm delving deep into my memory bank for this one, while some of the details have been blurred by time i'll do my best to recount as best i can. Sometime in the summer of 2009 myself and my friends were camping out in a field about three miles from the village were we all lived, it was a warm evening and in many ways was the perfect night to camp out. We had acquired some booze, a couple of guys had some weed and we had invested in a disposable BBQ, and of course we had our tents, so we were all set. A couple of hours after pitching up i got a call of my girlfriend (we'll call her Becca) she wanted to know where i was because she wanted to join me, so i told her where we were and within the hour she had joined us. I settled her in by introducing her to everyone and getting her a beer. Time drifted on as we sat around our useless BBQ chatting about anything and everything, until inevitably the drinking games began. If i remember correctly we started with "who's most likely" and just in case your'e not aware how this works, basically one person in the group asks a question and everyone points to who they think is the person most likely to do said said question and you take a drink for every person pointing to you. I do not remember the questions asked, but i remember one of them just about everyone pointed to Becca, so she must have knocked back a fair amount of beer. After a while the games ended as abruptly as they had started and we slipped back into mellow conversation. After a while Becca turned to me and quietly asked me if i wouldn't mind escorting her so she could go for a wee, naturally i said yes. So we set of across the field to a small wooded area to the side of the field. The journey was probably no more than a few hundred yards but all the way she would stop, press her legs together and lean forward. I did my best not to let her see that i had noticed her desperation, but in fairness it was pretty damn obvious she was starting to struggle for bladder control. Eventually we reached the outer edge of the wooded area and that is when she asked for advice on where she should pee, i told her that where we were was fine but she refused on the basis that she could still see the guys round the fire. I didn't argue. I was sure they couldn't see us, but it was her decision. We moved another few steps and she stopped suddenly again, clamped her hand into her crotch and let out a whimper. I knew what was happening but i asked her if she was okay nonetheless, that is when she told me that she didn't want to pee outside. I remember feeling a pang of terror, purely for the situation she found herself in. I told her that she didn't really have a choice in the matter, it was either squat and pee outside or wet herself, because there was no way she was making it to a toilet somewhere. I think she began sobbing at this point, but i can't quite remember, what i do remember however is what happened next. I could see the panic in her face as she struggled to accept the situation she found herself in, i felt utterly useless as there was nothing i could do to help her accept tell her that peeing outside wasn't a bad thing. She just stood there bent over herself with her hands pressed into her crotch with her legs clamped together and muttering the word no over and over again. I was stood straight in front of her looking into her eyes trying to make her believe that peeing outside was okay, but she didn't seem to take any notice at all. At one point i thought i was starting to get through to her but it turned out to be too little to late. A wet spot gushed and spread across and down the front of her jeans. She tore down her jeans as quick as iv'e ever seen, squatted and gushed through her crisp white knickers. The sound her pee made splashing into the ground was incredible, it really was one hell of a torrent. She must have peed for a good minute or two before it ended and the last few drops soaked into her knickers. Afterwards she just sat there breathing deeply, i think she had completely forgotten her situation and was taken away by the feeling of relief and bliss. When she came round she pressed her hand into her knickers as if to check if it was real what had just happened to her. Then she began to cry uncontrollably. I got down to her level, put my arms around her and told her it was okay and that these things happen. Eventually she stood up and im going to be honest, the sight of her in her piss soaked knickers was such a turn on. I asked her what she wanted to do. She had no idea so i took over. I told her that i could cover the wet patch on her jeans with my jacket for the return to camp, then i could create a tactical beer spillage so she didn't have to sit with a jacket over her crotch all night. I asked her if she wanted to throw her knickers away, she said no, stating that she wouldn't feel comfortable without them. In the end my plans were immaterial as half way back (after she had calmed down) she decided she wanted to go home, so i quickly ran to camp to grab a beer and tell the guys i was taking her home, i think i told them she wasn't feeling well. On the way back i poured the beer down the front of her jeans to cover the smell. When i got her to her front door i kissed her goodbye and thanked her for an interesting evening, if i remember it made her giggle. I never did get that jacket back off her...... Ah well. Thanks for reading guys <3
  12. I remember a few videos which I am having trouble finding, but I remember watching them on this site. First one was a female at a bus stop, and I believe it was a security camera view. She peed herself next to someone, and I believe it may have been real. The second was a interview of someone in the circus and he got really nervous and peed himself on air. Can anyone direct me to these videos? Much obliged, hope everyone is having a good day today.
  13. Yesterday morning me and Matty ended up having some mutual wet fun and I was telling my friend about it and I figured I may as well share the experience with you guys as well. On Tuesday night we went to the cinema and as always when we go watch a film we went to a late viewing. The film started at 11pm and by the time it finished and we came out it was half 1 in the morning. As always when we go to the cinema and I have a big drink I was bursting for a wee when we got home and enjoyed a nice long pee. Afterwards we just got into bed and watched TV until we both fell asleep. The effects of the big drink hit me again when I woke up about 6 o’clock with a full bladder. I would usually just go back to sleep in that situation but I was really desperate and knew that I would just keep waking up every 10 minutes so I got up and went to the bathroom. I came back and just as I got into bed Matty got up and went to the bathroom and when he came back I snuggled up to him and we both went back to sleep. I woke up again about half past 9 and noticed my bladder had started filling up again but this time it wasn’t too bad just yet so I decided to enjoy the feeling for a bit. I put the TV on and flicked through till I found something worth watching and a few minutes later Matty woke up. Neither of us had nothing to immediately get up for so we just decided to have a lazy morning. We watched TV for a while and Matty got up to go make us a cup of coffee and get something to snack on. As we watched TV I slowly sipped my cup of coffee and as I did my bladder continued to fill. As my desperation grew I started to fidget and squirm which Matty noticed and I knew was turning him on. I noticed that he was also fidgety and the thought he might need to pee too was turning me on. We both finished our drinks and his fidgeting got more obvious and so did mine. As my squirming got worse I noticed him watching me and decided to tease him and wanted him to tease me. I let out a moan and said that I really needed a wee. He smiled and said “I noticed”. I sat up and swung my legs out of the duvet and went to stand up when he hooked his arm around me and pulled me back down. He asked where I was going and I told him I was going to pee. He shook his head and said “No you’re not, not until I say you can”. My pussy tingled with arousal as he said exactly what I wanted to hear. I love it when he makes me hold. Being told I couldn’t pee suddenly seemed to make my desperation worse and I laid back down wiggling. I smiled when I saw the sheets moving and I knew his cock was getting hard as he watched me wiggle. He smiled and said “it's helping is this”. I looked at him puzzled and he said “I really need to pee too and being turned on makes it easier to hold”. Hearing him say he needed to pee made my arousal sky rocket. He winked at me and told me that I wasn’t allowed to pee until he had and I nodded in agreement. He looked at his watch and said “and I don’t think I will go pee until 12 o’clock. I looked at the time and it was just after quarter to 11. When I realised it was an hour and fifteen minutes until then I moaned in arousal. Knowing I would have to hold that long was a turn on but also knowing I would get to watch him in desperate need was a major turn on. We laid watching TV and the cup of coffee was starting to take effect on my bladder. By 11 o’clock I was busting for a pee and squirming like crazy. I was laid opening and closing my legs trying to ease the growing pressure on my pee hole. He had pulled the duvet off so he could watch my naked body squirming with desperation which was turning him on and I could not take my eyes of his hard throbbing cock knowing that he was feeling the same desperation I was. After 20 minutes my need had risen to a solid 9 and I was bursting for a wee. I could feel my bladder pushing on my pee hole and each wave of desperation that washed over me made me feel the pee right at the top of my pee hole wanting to escape. I was resisting the urge to hold myself until I really needed to which meant my legs were shaking and I was crossing and uncrossing them and opening and closing them rapidly trying anything to ease the pressure from my bladder. All the while I watched his desperation grow and watching his cock dance in desperation was driving me crazy. My bladder completely filled to the brim and it was getting harder and harder to keep control. Each wave that hit me was almost making me drip. I could feel the pee right at the tip of my pee hole which was now trembling under the pressure. I managed to keep it under control till just after half past 11 when a massive wave washed over me and a few drips came out. I moaned and pushed my finger against my pee hole trying to clamp it shut. He saw the drips and told me to hold on. I nodded and he moaned in desperation. Every so often he reached down and squeezed his cock and each time he did I felt my pussy throb with arousal which really didn’t help with trying to keep control. Now that I had started dripping it was so hard to stop them and despite pushing my fingers against my pussy I kept losing drips. Suddenly Matty gasped and I looked down and my eyes widened when I saw little droplets of pee rolling down his cock. I couldn’t stop watching them. Each time he lost a drop it made me drip. We just laid there slowly dripping and edging close to losing control. After 10 minutes of desperately squirming and dripping he gasped and a leak came out of the tip of his cock. Watching that was too much and a wave hit me causing me to leak. The first leak made me so much more desperate and now they were coming fast and no matter what I did I couldn’t stop them. Every 10 seconds or so a leak trickled out past my fingers and I could feel a puddle forming on the bed underneath me. Matty was in the same situation and watching him leak was making me so wet with arousal I felt like I was going to cum. My leaks turned into spurts and each spurt made me feel like I was going to wet the bed. I looked at the time and saw we had just over ten minutes till 12 o’clock. I urged time to hurry up as I was so close weeing it was untrue. The pressure on my pee hole was so intense and she was starting to waver and kept on spurting. After a few spurts Matty gasped out loud and his cock shot up right and a jet of pee shot out. His right hand kept squeezing and rubbing his cock and his left hand grabbed my right hand and squeezed. Despite pressing hard on my pee hole and rubbing her spurts kept escaping through my fingers. My legs were shaking like crazy and so were his. It was so hot laying there with both of us absolutely bursting for a wee and on the verge of an accident. Watching his cock dance in desperation and spurting every few seconds was almost making me cum. My spurts were getting bigger and it was all I could do not to pee. I was frantically trying to hold on a bit longer enjoying the wonderful moment. He kept checking his watch and moaning and urging 12 o’clock to come. A few minutes more was all I kept chanting to myself as I continued to spurt. My thighs and legs were soaked in pee and the bed was slowly getting wetter by the minute. Each wave of desperation that hit me felt like that was it. Each spurt felt like the last one but somehow I kept control. All my focus was on holding on and the wonderful intense sensations from my bladder. This meant I wasn’t paying attention the time. Suddenly Matty moaned out and said “oh thank god, 12 o’clock”. He went to move to stand up and spurted hard. He looked at me and said “I can’t move, I'm about to pee”. This turned me on and I nodded and told him I couldn’t either. He smirked and said “let's just hold as long we can then”. We both continued spurting and desperately doing everything we could not to pee. We did this for 5 minutes when Matty suddenly squeezed my hand and said “oh god I can’t wait, oh god”. I looked down and watched his cock dancing around in desperation and suddenly it shot upright and as he moaned out a huge fountain erupted from the tip and shot into the air. He let out a huge sigh of relief and I just watched in amazement at the sight of his strong stream. The feeling of his pee raining down all over me and the bed was amazing. I started spurting like crazy and then I felt it. I was about to lose all control, watching him pee was too much for my bladder. I felt pee rushing towards my pee hole and before I could do anything my pee hole burst open and a stream of pee shot across the bed. I moaned out as relief washed over me in waves. It felt incredible to release and I just watched as the stream gushed out of my pussy. I was on the verge of exploding with orgasm just from the immense feeling of relief when suddenly Matty’s hand shot between my legs into the path of my stream. His fingers made contact with my pussy and he started rubbing my clit. It only took a few strokes of his fingers and I gripped his arm and screamed in ecstasy as he made me cum and pleasure coursed through me. The feeling of cumming and peeing at the same time was pure heaven and I could only lay there and succumb to the feeling. When I finally finished peeing and my orgasm died down I collapsed onto the bed shaking and trembling. Matty also finished peeing we just laid there enjoying the wonderful feelings of relief. We spent the next hour enjoying our pee soaked bodies and making each other cum until we eventually got up and showered and got cleaned up. Needless to say we certainly enjoyed our lazy morning.
  14. This happened in March 2014 whilst myself and my gf were on holiday in the Caribbean and it is without a doubt my favourite wetting experience simply because its the only one that involves both myself and my gf. We were on a 2 week cruise and on this particular day we were docked in Tobago and we had heard about a lovely beach which if my memory serves me correctly was called Pigeon Point and we had decided to go there and see it for ourselves. As we were leaving the port ourselves and another couple were approached by a local man who was illegally taxiing for tourists (its illegal for tourists to use unlicensed taxis in the Caribbean) but we took him up on his offer because licensed taxis were so expensive. So we hit the road for Pigeon Point. We arrived in good time and the beach (it was actually more of a resort) was beautiful, we paid the small entrance fee and our driver parked up. He then asked myself and Chloe (the other couple had departed earlier) wheather we were interested in any boat trips and we told him we had not really thought about it and he suggested a friend of his who owned a glass bottom boat and claimed he could get us cheap tickets.... and he did!! The boat was not due to leave for another hour and 15 minutes so we decided to cool our heels at a beach bar. In this time i sunk around 6 bottles of Carib beer and Chloe about half that and at no point did i even think about needing a wee, i assumed the boat would have toilets..... So we sunk our beers and made it to the boat with time to spare. Upon seeing the boat i remarked to Chloe "its smaller than i thought it would be" and she looked at me as if to say "yep me too" But we boarded nonetheless and it was full to the rafters. The first half an hour or so was amazing. I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful underwater creatures beneath me, i was completely taken in by it all. However i then began to feel a sharp twinge in my bladder, it was really quite bad an easy 7/10. So i stood up and made my way to ask a man who worked on the boat where the toilets where and he informed me that there were none and i would have to wait until we got back to land. I asked him how long we would be out and he told me it would be at least another hour and a half.... My heart sank. I knew i could not wait that long. I sat back down with Chloe and i noticed her legs were tapping non-stop, i asked her if she was okay and she said "i really need a wee" My feelings were now mixed, it was my dream situation; stuck somewhere with no toilets and with Chloe desperate for a wee.... But in no way did i want her to wet herself, not in front of all of them people. My desperation was growing every minute i could not stop fidgeting and i was actually in quite a lot of pain, i knew i would not hold on much longer. And i could see Chloe was not much better because her legs were locked together and she was almost rocking back and forth. I honestly did not know what to do, part of me wanted to just let it go and wet myself.... but the other half knew i shouldn't. Just as my mind was racing trying to work out what to do and how to save us both from complete embarrassment Chloe turned to me and whispered "If i don't get to a toilet soon i am actually going to wee myself" Hearing this did me no good at all because in my excitement at hearing them words come from her mouth i released a small spurt of pee. I sat there for a few moments thinking what to do knowing full well i didn't have long to go before i lost control, i was 9/10 now. Then i saw her very quickly clamp her hands into her crotch, i knew immediately that she was leaking. Yet all i could do was picture her black lace knickers become soaked with pee, which in turn made me release another spurt of pee. I casually checked to see if there was a wet spot on my cream shorts and to my horror there was. It wasn't big, but it was big enough and if i didn't think fast it was going to get a whole lot bigger. It was at this point that the captain announced we were at a shallow area of water where we could get off and explore the reef if we wanted too. I thought our luck was in, i could not believe the timing all we had to do was get into the water and we could wet ourselves there and nobody would notice.... However my bladder was in such pain i could barely move and i knew if i sat forward i would let go. Chloe jumped up her legs locked together still "lets go for a swim" she said i thought for a moment what to do, but i happened to notice that there was a small pool of liquid on her seat and when she turned round to leave the boat she had a small wet spot on the back of her denim skirt. I braced myself to stand up, i quickly planned my route to exit the boat because i knew i would start to wet myself the moment i stood up. i jumped up as quick as i could and just as i knew it would pee began to flood my white briefs and cream shorts. My wet spot grew and grew pee was streaming all down my legs and the front of my shorts was now a much darker shade of cream, i could feel the beautiful warm wetness on my crotch and pictured my white briefs soaked with pee part of me did not want to get into the water but in knew for my own dignity (what was left of it) i had to. I moved as quick as i could to the outside of the boat, pee was running down my legs and spreading round my bum a little too. Chloe was stood at the edge of the boat waiting for me and i could see a small pool of pee starting to form at her feet. By the time i jumped into the water i was completely soaked, i had fully wet myself before even getting into the water, but i still peed for another minute or so upon entering the water. Chloe followed almost immediately,i knew she had wet herself on that boat as well. When we were in the water after we had finished relieving ourselves she looked at me with a cheeky smile and said "i saw what you did there, you were wetting yourself" I went beet red, at this point i had never wet myself in public and defiantly not in front of Chloe. I had nothing to say to that, i didn't want her to know that i had seen that she had also wet herself. When we got back to the ship she got changed and left her soaked clothes in the bathroom, i took this opportunity to examine her knickers.... and the sea water had not covered the scent of pee... So she had also wet herself on that day, but too this day she still denies it. At that time she didn't know of my fettish, as of yesterday she does. Thanks for reading guys, i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed thinking and writing about it. Now i need some time in private.... ;)
  15. Today was the start of extended hours at my local ski hill, allowing me to get some runs in after work. The plan was for my girlfriend to order food and I would pick it up on my way home. I will admit it I have a small problem with large amounts off coffee, as in I love it and drink copious amounts on the average day of work.....today was no different I also have a bit of a over active bladder. After six runs 3 pee brakes and one beer It was time to go get dinner. I drove the 30 min to the restaurant of my girls choice, the family owned too small too loud too busy Mexican joint is quite popular and was packed. I walked in with a uncomfortable need to pee, confronted by a packed lobby/till/busting carts area shoulder to shoulder with people coming, going and waiting, I located the bathroom doors across the room but thought better of it and got in what appeared to be a line. Ten min later I was holding my food and now in line to pay and had to pee pretty bad eyeing the bathroom and considering my options. A trip to the bathroom in these closed quarters would be akin to exiting the window seat while sitting with some nfl line backers on a regional flight I needed to pee but not that bad yet. After fifteen min my need to pee had grown to urgent, I decided to use the bathroom.....now. I turned toward the bathroom and noticed it was occupied shit, I had been there for almost 30 min, my food was getting cold and I had to do something soon or piss myself. At this point I was next in line but considering bailing on the food and leaving, ahead of me was a mid age lady who was convinced her husband had a reservation, the cashier lady could not find it. After what seemed like forever she decides to call her husband. With people coming and going as well as the waiters all trying to occupy the same area I got bumped from behind and it happened I let a spurt out not a lot but I had to bear down to stop it. I was on the verge of loosing it right here in public, in the next min two things happen, the lady discovered she was at the wrong restaurant and the bathroom became available. It was now my turn to pay but I had to go pee NOW, I started to turn to ward the bathroom and someone beat me to it. I let out another spurt and stepped up to the cashier to pay slipping my card in the machine and entering my code, no tip today. Leaking little spurts the whole time while trying to remain composed I waited for approved to flash, that was it I lost it spurting turned to a full stream standing in public in a tight confined space I peed for what seemed like forever warmth flooding my crotch and spreading down my thighs I could hear it hissing. I dared not look down but I knew I was standing in a puddle my shoes were even wet thank god it is winter and everyone's feet are dripping melting snow, I collected my receipt and left having to squeeze my way out. I went home completely soaked down to my shoes and part of my shirt luckily none of that was visible thanks to my snow pants and jacket I had a complete accident in public and no one was the wiser. When I got home I walked in not sure how to hide it and got found out right away my girlfriend asked me If I could smell pee as she took the food from me. We have dogs, I can think of fifty things I could have said instead I said "no" knowing full well I was soaked waist down with pee invisible to the eye. obviously she decided to investigate further and quickly noticed my wet foot prints on the wood floor, I fessed up told her the truth, she seemed unimpressed but sympathetic. I went in the bathroom and removed my sopping snow pants and completely soaked long johns took a shower and did some laundry. I have partaken in wetting many times in the past but not in public except one accident involving a kayak and chest waders this was the first time with any risk of getting found out and very public accident. while I was peeing myself sure the relief felt good but I was not sexually excited on any level other than thinking almost remotely wow I'm actually peeing myself in front of people. This is something I have fantasized about before but never followed through. Now I am completely turned on buy my accident but not at the time.
  16. This afternoon I had a very close call at the hairdressers and I thought I would share with you guys. I don’t usually do much with my hair on a day to day basis, it usually just gets brushed or put in a ponytail if I go out to work or go shopping. I only ever do my hair nice if we are going out somewhere special. The only other time my hair is done nice is after I get it cut and the hairdresser styles it for me. The last couple of days I have kept thinking my hair could do with cutting as it was getting long and quite thick so I decided this morning as I had nothing to do today I would go get it cut. Alice said she would come with me as her hair was getting the same way. We chilled out this morning until about 11 o’clock and then we headed down into town to meet Matty and get some lunch. We went to our favourite coffee house and had some lunch and were there for just over an hour. I had a cup of coffee with my lunch and then got another one whilst we were sat chatting. When we finally left Matty headed back to work and Alice and I wandered around town working our way towards the hairdressers we usually go to. When we walked in we sat down and picked up some magazines to flick through whilst we waited. There were three people sat waiting before us but there were two girls working so it wouldn’t take too long. One by one the people were called up until there were only me and Alice left waiting. About half an hour had passed since we arrived and just as I was going to pick up another magazine one of the girls appeared and said she was ready. Me and Alice looked at each other and she said I could go first. As I stood up I felt a jolt in my bladder and I realised she was getting quite full. The two cups of coffee and the cups of tea I had consumed during the morning were taking effect. I walked over to the sink where she was standing and sat down. I leaned back into the sink and she turned the shower head on. The sound of the water made my bladder jump and I realised I was more desperate than I first thought. I was around 4 when I sat down but the sound of the water and moving around had pushed me up to 6. She washed my hair and then led me over to the chair. She put the gown on me and asked what I wanted. I told her and as she was getting her tools together I saw Alice in the mirror sitting down at the sink. She started doing her thing on my hair and we began chatting. As she worked my bladder continued to fill and I was trying to squirm or fidget because I knew if I did she would just ask me to sit still. After 10 minutes the coffee was really taking effect on my bladder and I was busting for a pee. Unable to squirm I could only bounce my legs. This helped a little but not enough to ease the pressure I was feeling between my legs. I continued chatting trying to remain composed and not show I really needed to pee. By now Alice had been brought over to the chair next to mine and she had joined in the conversation which was good as it was more distraction. As time passed the pressure continued to grow until I had no choice but to push my hand up my skirt and press between my legs. Had I been able to squirm I would have been okay but this was the only way I could help ease the pressure on my pee hole. Luckily I had the gown covering me so nobody could see what I was doing. Despite doing this my desperation continued to grow quite quickly and after another ten minutes had passed I was full to bursting and almost wetting myself. I was a solid 9 and rising to 10 and getting dangerously close to having an accident where I was sitting. I just sat there urging her to hurry up. After a few minutes of doing this she put her scissors and comb down and asked if it looked okay. I looked in the mirror and admired her work. She had done a good job and I thanked her. She walked over and grabbed the hair dryer and began drying my hair. My legs were bouncing like crazy as I fought desperately to keep my knickers dry just a little longer. Waves of desperation were washing over me and suddenly I felt pee shooting down towards my pee hole. I clamped my hand tightly against my pussy to stop it but I felt a drip dampen my knickers. Luckily I don’t feel embarrassed about wetting in public, it's a major turn on. I just didn’t want to wet myself right there in the hairdressers leaving them a mess to clean up. Even though I didn’t want that i was getting really close to doing just that. Now that the drips had started I was unable to stop them. My fingers were pushed against my pee hole, rubbing to ease the pressure but every so often I felt wetness on them as my pee slowly escaped into my knickers. I lost count of the number of drips that I had lost, I was just thankful they weren’t leaks. I was brought back to reality by her taking the rubber neck protector off me. I suddenly realised she was about to take the gown off me and I had to take my hands out from under my skirt, otherwise it would look kind of weird, like I was masturbating or something. I clenched my muscles tight and took my hand away. A few drips escaped but nothing major and I was thankful I was able to keep control. I quickly flattened my skirt down as she pulled the gown off and walked over to the counter. I stood up making sure to keep control of my pee hole that was now threatening to explode everywhere. The sudden effect of gravity took hold and a leak escaped and soaked my knickers. I almost gasped out loud but managed to stop myself. I quickly checked the chair for any wetness but luckily it had all been soaked up by my knickers. I walked over to the counter where the girl was stood and told her I was paying for me and Alice and handed her my bank card. She handed me the pin machine and as I stood putting my pin in I stood bouncing my legs as a couple more leaks escaped. I took my card out and put it in my bag and quickly turned to Alice and told her I was popping to the newsagents and would be back in a few minutes. She acknowledged what I said and I walked quickly towards the door. That was a bad move as the sudden speed made me leak like crazy. I walked out into the street and quickly looked around. Just down the street there is an alleyway that goes to the back of the shops where they put their rubbish. I quickly crossed the road and dashed over to it. As I walked into the alley my bladder knew I was getting ready to relieve myself and started spurting into my knickers. I couldn’t wait any longer and by the time I got round the corner to where the bins where I was completely flooding my knickers and had pee streaming down my legs. I didn’t even try to remove my knickers or squat. I just stood there sighing in relief as the torrent splashed all over the floor. I was thankful I had decided to wear a skirt instead of leggings or jeans. It seemed to go on and on and eventually when my bladder was empty I let out a long happy sigh. I stood for a moment enjoying the feeling before going in my bag and grabbing a couple of tissues. I wiped down my legs to remove the droplets of pee slowly running down them and then headed back down the alley onto the street. As I walked along I could the wetness in my shoes and I found myself getting turned on. As I got back to the hairdressers Alice was just having her hair dried so I walked over and waited for her. I didn’t want to sit down incase I left a wet ass mark on the leather seats. When she finished she stood up and put her coat on and thanked the girl. We walked out of the shop and I asked if she needed anything else in town, if not we would go the supermarket and get some stuff then head home. She looked around and then said “the only thing I need right now is a wee”. I looked at her and she said “too much coffee earlier….I’m about to wet myself”. I giggled and she looked at me and said “I’m surprised you don’t have to go too”. I smiled and told her what I just did and put her hand on the front of my skirt so she could feel the wetness. She smiled and then crossed her legs and gasped saying “oh god that isn’t helping”. She said she would go at the supermarket so we went and got in the car and drove off. Our town has a one way system so you have to go in a big circle and all the while she was holding herself and moaning at me to hurry up. When we got to the supermarket we parked the car and then she quickly walked inside. We walked towards the cafe and to where the toilets were. She pushed opened the door and dashed towards a cubicle whilst moaning and making such sexy sounds. I quickly followed her in and grabbed her hands just as she we about to pull down her knickers. She danced on the spot and I winked at her and told her I wanted to watch her wet herself. She winked at me and I stood back and watched her dancing in desperation. I watched as her knickers slowly got wet as she leaked and spurted. Standing next to the toilet must have been torture and after a couple of minutes she let out a loud gasp and there was a loud hissing sound. Pee came pouring out of her knickers and she quickly sat down and let out a long sigh of relief. She pee’d for well over a minute and when she finally emptied she smiled happily. She stood up and showed me her wet knickers before flattening her skirt down. We walked out and went to grab our shopping. All the while my wet knickers turned me on like crazy and knowing Alice’s were exactly the same made it even worse. Needless to say we had lots of fun when we got home.
  17. hi all can someone please download this video and upload it? http://perezhilton.com/2012-03-11-marie-osmond-pees-herself-when-laughing-on-cruise-ship-stage#.VqzbgOZa-sg
  18. Hey guys, this is my first piece of fiction..So please bear that in mind :D Also just a small warning that there is some swearing sooooo if you're put off by that sort of thing just bear it in mind :) It was two in the afternoon by the time Sam finally took her lunch break. For whatever reason this particular Tuesday had been manic all day, it seemed to her that everyone and their dog had decided that this day was the best to go out and waste money on cheap and nasty clothing. She would never say this aloud of course; her boss probably wouldn’t appreciate it. But her boss hated her anyway, yet she never quite knew why. Sam always put it down as just one of those things. Maybe it was jealously she thought? Sam was a very attractive young woman. Standing at five feet and ten inches tall and weighing no more than 8 stone, she was a tall, slender lady. Her curly blonde hair was her start attraction, but on this day it was tied in a bun; but when released her curls were wild yet tame. When untied her hair flowed down to her slender waist in cascades of shimmering blonde loveliness. On this day Sam wished she had untied her hair, as after seeing herself in a mirror at work she feared her bun and outfit did not match. Sam had got dressed in a hurry this morning and didn’t spend much time planning her outfit, so as a consequence she felt underdressed and a little untidy. But even in a plain black top and dark blue jeans with bright pink knickers and matching bra underneath, she still looked radiant. The dark top made her big blue eyes shine even brighter than normal and her soft white skin seemed to almost glow. As Sam retreated from the shop floor to the staff room she picked up her phone from the office safe. What a palaver that always was; some of the stuff in that safe would make you blush. As she checked her phone she noticed she had four missed calls off her husband Gary. Sam ignored it. Sam and Gary were having troubles and arguing a lot, in fact she had kicked him out of their home. So Sam simply cleared her notifications and poured herself a cup of coffee. Sam always hated the coffee provided at work, so she had brought her own and made use of it on every occasion. On this occasion she needed caffeine more than normal; she was tired, fed up and generally just a bit down in the beak. So she drank her coffee and tucked into her fruit salad. After finishing her lunch Sam cleared up, locked her phone in the safe again and went for a wee before returning to the shop floor. As she entered the restroom it hit her that she was actually really quite desperate for a wee and it shocked her as she hadn’t even felt a twinge. Sam didn’t think much of it, instead she dropped her jeans and knickers and emptied her bladder. As she began peeing she looked down to her feet and got a little surprise. There was a small but noticeable wet spot in her knickers. “Oh my god” she said out loud to herself. Sam hadn’t even felt it, she never felt a leak and certainly didn’t feel wet at any point through the day. This shocked her and scared her a little bit. She was 23 years old and at no point since a regrettable incident involving copious amounts of tequila had she ever wet herself, but here she was looking at a wet spot in her knickers. She finished peeing, wiped herself and pulled her knickers and jeans back up. The wetness she felt against her skin made her feel uncomfortable, but she figured she would adjust to it over time. So she washed her hands, double checked her jeans to make sure she had no wet spot visible and left the restroom. Five was approaching and for Sam that meant one thing, home sweet home. In the end the day had kind of tapered out a bit, it started manic but ended in a typical quiet fashion. So she cashed out and went to grab her things from the safe and staff room. It took Sam the best part of ten minutes to find her phone in the safe and when she did retrieve it she found she had more missed calls off Gary. Bugger him she thought and carried on collecting her things. Sam said goodbye to her colleagues and left the store to make her way home. Her journey home wasn’t a particularly long one, but it could be troublesome at times. Sam jumped in her car, fastened her seat belt and selected some suitable music for her short trip home. Sam drove a bright red Fiat 500 with matching leather interior and trim. As she checked her mirrors and began plotting he route of the car park she felt a sharp twinge in her bladder. “Wow okay, no messing around today” she thought to herself. For the second time in one day Sam had been very suddenly gripped by a strong need to pee. She slotted he car into gear and made for home. As Sam joined the motorway she felt her bladder start to swell and throb and very quickly her need was growing at an alarming rate. Sam began fidgeting and rocking back and forth. She pushed her left hand into her crotch and her left thigh into her right one. She was genuinely beginning to panic a bit. Her desperation had grown so fast and so sharply, she was simply not prepared for this. She then began thinking of the wet spot in her knickers earlier. And very quickly she had another one to think about. A small spurt of pee had escaped her pee hole and soaked into her pink cotton knickers. Sam frantically pushed her hand even harder into her crotch. “No, no, no. This cannot happen to me, I’m 23 years old I shouldn’t be wetting myself. Oh god… Hurry the fuck up… Come on, I’m going to piss myself. Oh god, oh god. Yes!! move, get out the way. Come on… Not far, it’s not far, you can do this. Come on.” Sam left the motorway and joined the small A road that took her to her front door. Whenever she moved her left hand to change gear she leaked a little bit more into her knickers. By this point her knickers were pretty sodden, and her jeans were wet too, but not much, it was noticeable but only if you looked very hard. 3 minutes from home. Sam had got the spurting under control by now. Her knickers were wet and her jeans too, but she was determined to stay dry from now on. She pulled out the roundabout. Turned left. Carried on straight. Home was so close; her toilet was calling her. She could feel the relief… Literally. “Noooooo, oh my god, no, no, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” A large torrent of pee had escaped her pee hole, flooded her knickers, soaked her jeans and pooled on her red leather seat. Sam was crying now. But she regained control. Her left hand was now lodged in her crotch. But the wetness on her bum, hand and vagina made her want too pee sooo badly. But she couldn’t. “I’m 23. this shouldn’t be happening to me. I shouldn’t be doing this… I shouldn’t be wetting myself… Oh god” She turned left at the last junction before home. The warm wetness that had pooled under her bum was driving her crazy. So many parts of her wanted to let go, flood her knickers, jeans and seat and just be done with it, then enjoy the blissful relief… But she was home. Sam pulled onto her drive, turned the ignition off and jumped out quicker than she knew was possible. She fumbled for her key in her handbag. She fumbled getting the key into the door. She squeezed her legs together. She danced on the spot. She pissed herself. Her warm pee streamed from her pee hole, through her once bright pink knickers, flooded through her jeans and streamed down her slim legs and pooled at her feet. Sam stood still, unable and unwilling to stop the torrent. She was transported to a different place. She shut her eyes and enjoyed the warm, wet relief that was flowing down her legs and spreading round her bum as well. She finally finished peeing. She was soaked. She opened her eyes and examined her own accident and began to cry. She squatted down and forced out the very last drops of pee. Sam then unzipped her once light blue jeans and examined her knickers…. “What the fuck?” “GARY!!!!” “Have you pissed yourself?” “No… Yes… Please…. No…. I didn’t mean too” “You’ve actually pissed yourself. Just like a little girl” “Please... Don’t tell anyone, it was an accident…. I didn’t mean to wet myself” Gary stood silent examining his wife’s accident. Gary had been trying to call Sam to tell her that he was waiting for her at their home, he had returned to apologize. What happens next?? I’ll let you decide.
  19. Hihi, I'm really new to these kinds of things but I thought I would share my first time wetting, which amazingly was an accident. Marie ********** Normally I'm terrible with drinking water and hydrating myself, but the day was so hot that I drank lots of water and lemonade. Lemonade goes right through me and I try to stay away from it because of the sugar but I thought 'why not'. To describe myself I would say I'm short and squishy. I'm around the height of 5'2 with really curly, short brown hair. My eyes are brown too, and I have baby face syndrome as my friends say. On this day I was wearing some loose pajama bottoms and my bathing suit top, because I was sunbathing outside. I thought I should take advantage of the day since I'm pale compared to others in this state who are tanned. I spent two hours outside and didn't realize how quick the water and lemonade went through me. Whilst my need to pee increased I didn't panic but just kept drinking bottles of water thinking I'd be fine. Another hour went by and my belly was getting bloated and I new I was in trouble. I had never had to use the toilet so bad. I didn't want to panic but I could only focus on my need to piss. It slightly turned me on but I felt regressed a little. Even when I was young I never had a complete accident. I haven't wet the bed either. I slid my hand over my pants and pressed it over my crotch trying not to pee. I felt kind of awkward because my dog was watching me for afar haha. My backyard is huge so it took me a good few minutes to reach the sliding door to get inside. Then the craziest thing happened. I leaked, and let out a small moan. My dog must have heard it and thought I was calling him because he came running at me, but I didn't know it until he let out a HUGE bark behind me and slammed into my legs. I let out a small cry and lost control. I couldn't help it, I was so startled that I didn't even recognize that my pants were warm and wet clinging to my legs. It pooled into my underwear and flooded my pants and panties. It must have been a shock to me because I was crying about it, but I enjoyed it a lot. My dog didn't even look at me unapologetically haha. Meanie. Afterwards I took a shower and popped my clothes in the washer. Later that day I had a little fun thinking about the experience though (; Here's a picture of my panties, sorry for the bad lighting and angle haha.
  20. Merry (late) Christmas everyone! At Christmas a group of family come to our house and have christmas dinner with us and stay around playing some fun games and talking (with added alcohol) until around 10pm when people start to leave and head off home for the night. I'll start off with saying we (the family) got up around 8am and had some breakfast - sausage and bacon on rolls - and then we opened up the presents. At around 10 it was my turn to have a shower and while in there I had my morning pee. I made myself look presentable for the day, we don't get all dressed up for christmas at our house so I just had on some light denim jeans with a white jumper. People started to arrive around 12 so I was sitting in the living room chatting away for some time before we had our starters at 2. I had a couple glasses of water between 12 and starters at 2 so when the main course was served at 3:30 I had drunk at least another 2 glasses. This is when the alcohol started, the wine came first... A couple hours of laughter later I was starting to need a pee but was confident I could hold off until some people left the house. After our dessert I was standing in the kitchen talking with my cousin and her mum (my auntie), my mum and grandma. My cousin is the same age as me and we both look similar to each other. My cousin left in a break of the conversation and I presumed she had gone to talk in the living room so after a minute I took my chance while everyone was talking to slip out to the bathroom which was upstairs. While we had been talking I had adjusted my underwear from outside my jeans a couple of times to try to relieve some of the pain (I do this alot when I need to pee and alot of the time I dribble when I do it so end up doing it to get the moist underwear off of me... It sounds stupid but it works...), I had also had to casually rest my hand on my inner thigh a couple of times and give small quick pushes into my crotch. I'm pretty sure I saw my cousin look down at my crotch a couple times while I did this but I thought I had kept it covered well. So I headed out squeezing past everyone and looked up the stairs to see the bathroom door slightly ajar, it was closed over but had not closed fully. I fully held myself as I climbed the stairs slowly and silently concentrating on holding my bladder closed. I got to the top of the stairs and pushed the door open with one hand as I started to undo my button with the other. I heard a small squeal and almost jumped when I saw my cousin sitting now red faced with embarrassment on the toilet in front of me. I quickly apologised and asked her if she was almost done. She told me she had not long started and she was "using the toilet". I gave her a quizzing look and she sighed and whispered that she hadn't had a poo in a couple days and she was going now. At this point my first real spurt came out and I grabbed my crotch. I closed the door and told her I was really desperate and would have to wait there cause I couldn't move. I sat down slowly on the cold floor of the bathroom and crossed my legs over jamming my right heel into my crotch of my jeans. I let another dribble out and closed my eyes and strained really hard to recompose myself, I could feel the moisture from my leak through my sock and looked down at my crotch. It didn't look good and my cousin tried to encourage me to keep on holding it. I sat for what felt like an hour (was probably only about 5 minutes) concentrating really hard on not peeing when a huge spurt came out. I grabbed my crotch again and rocked on my heel but not even a minute later another spurt came out. I couldn't stop them anymore and within seconds a steady dribble was coming out. Stupidly I stood up and the dribble became a gush which splashed loudly onto the floor tiles and spread all down my legs. My jeans turned to a dark almost black blue and even my jumper had some pee on it. I relaxed and felt the stream speed up and start pushing out of my jeans. I started to cry quietly, I had just wet myself 2 feet from a toilet infront of my cousin... She comforted me and calmed me down and then helped my peel off my cold wet pee soaked jeans and panties and I dried off and cleaned up the floor. She fetched me fresh clothes and I got changed, only us two knew about that until later when my mum asked about my wet clothing in my room. Hope you guys enjoyed this more than I did - mainly cause it was infront of my cousin and completely unintentional. Merry Christmas x
  21. So uh, hi. I'm Crim. I wet myself today. A few things you should know before we start. One: I recently had a gender-identity crisis. Well, not even really that. I let other people convince me I was having one (Goddamn you Tumblr people!) i.e I'm really tomboyish sometimes and people on there told me my gender was a boy and I should learn to embrace it. Of course I recently realized that was a load of shit and I didn't like being a full on boy. So if you were one of the like, 3 people who read my "introducing myself" post like...forever ago, that's why I said I was a boy. I'm not. Just to clear that up. Sex: Fem. Gender: Fem. And I'm not about to let anyone else tell me otherwise again. Now with that out of the way, today I did a hold. I never intended to fully wet, yet I did, which is what made today both scary and exciting! Anyone who's seen me post knows I love those Milovana pee holding interactive challenges. I have a huge imagination and get really into it, I don't think I've done a hold without one since I discovered them. Its been awhile since anyone made a new one, so I got into the habit of doing multiple in a single hold, or even two at once, which was the case today. And so there I was, in my room. I drank a few mugs of water and tea and waited for things to move along by watching Scrubs. I don't know what it was about today, whether it was 3 cups of tea's worth of caffiene or the tight jeans I had put on in advance, or just some other random thing, but it moved along REALLY fast. An hour and a half after I started drinking, I was at the fidgeting stage. I couldn't stand still, and sitting had become a real burden. It took me really off guard. I started my challenges and for the first time ever, started posting in the live action thread. It's really unlike me to do that, I don't know why I did. Maybe I wanted some company for once. Alas, nobody showed up during my hold. Appearance wise, I was wearing red panties (nothing fancy) and a tight pair of blue jeans. Didn't bother with a shirt, as it was fairly warm today. For you people who are a fan of picturing things, I'm pretty tiny. Short, tiny frame, skinny, pale, long and obviously-not-well-taken-care-of hair. Pretty much the definition of "Get off your computer and go outside." So at this point I had started doing the challenges and tasks, pretty confident that I would do fine, as per usual. I was shaking, and twitching, etc but I felt I could hold on despite the huge pressure in my bladder. But then 10 minutes went by....20 minutes...and before I knew it not only had the pressure nearly doubled, but the challenges were also taking their toll. I could barely believe it. It had all happened so fast. It was to the point I was constantly shaking and had a hand between my legs any time the challenge wasn't preventing me from doing so. It was getting pretty unbearable but I convinced myself there's no way its this bad already, its just your psyche getting out of turn. I wish I was right. Time went on. I dribbled a few times but I felt it was nothing I couldnt handle. I had a grip on this. Until at one point I stopped to type in the live action thread again. Typing of course, requiring both hands. I wasn't too concerned, just crossed my legs as I bent over to type. But mid sentence, I don't know what it was, it must have been the way I moved, but I felt a sudden violent dampness as a huge leak shot down my leg. Before I knew it, my inner leg on my jeans had a wet patch from my crotch to my knee. All I could think was, where the hell did that come from? Keep it together. I probably should have ran to the bathroom right then. You see, I wasn't home alone. and a full blown wetting and its cleanup would be hard to hide/explain to my brother if he just decided to waltz in during those crucial moments. My main plan if he walked in during the hold itself was to quickly pull a blanket over my chest and yell that I wasn't wearing a shirt, which would cause him to scurry off somewhere. Thus, I had planned to use the bathroom before it was too late. Issue was, I'm stubborn. As is usually the objective with holding, I decided since I had regained control after my big spurt, I would wait until the last possible second, not for a moment having the foresight to even think there might be obstacles. It was also that this point I received another huge warning I ignored. You know when your bladder muscles start to fluctuate? Waver? That wobbley feeling, like when you're carrying something heavy in your arms and they start to go all wobbley under the strain against your will? I got that feeling. And I ignored it, because I'm me. Time went by, as did a few more dribbles. But I kept telling myself that it wasn't over yet, that I could go longer. The fresh dampness in my crotch, and the now semi dried patch down my leg would suggest otherwise, but again, stubborn. Then one of the challenges told me the start of my undoing. Every 30 seconds, I had to push on my bladder hard for 5 seconds. And of course, I thought I could do it. Thing is, when I'm pressing on my bladder I don't use my hands. I don't find I can push with the right pressure in the right way to ever make it a feasible threat. So what I do is, I tip my chair back so that its on its back legs, and push my lower abdomen into the top of it. Huge mistake, obviously. The first 5 seconds, I felt my crotch go damp again. A few small spurts. I can do it, I told myself. In the 30 second break between I told myself I had only spurted because I didn't brace properly, and I just had to go into the next push prepared. So 30 seconds passed. And again I tipped my chair back, closed my eyes, braced myself, and leaned into it. With a bit more weight than I intended. A leak. A big leak. The biggest so far. My hand shot down as it left my body, but it was a little too late for that. In that moment I felt the wetness gather in my hand, fall down my leg again, down to my ankle. Some got on the floor. A little spread behind my ass too. I regained control in that split second, but it was also the second that I wasn't going to maintain the control. I couldn't. This was it. But I couldn't risk it, I had already gone too far as it was. My brother could walk in any second, see my wet leg, and ask what the fuck was going on. And so came the moment. The hail mary. I didn't have time to throw on a shirt let alone a bra, so I just had to hope he wasn't in the hallway between my room and the bathroom. There was no time, it was now or never, I could FEEL my control slipping and about to give. I dashed out of my room, one hand between my legs holding on for dear life and one trying to preemptively undo the button of my jeans (And failed, little bugger wouldn't give) And I encountered every holders nightmare. The bathroom door was shut. And locked. I could hear the shower going inside. That son of a bitch. I leaned against the door, my forehead and chest pressing into the wood, my fingernails digging into either side of the door and my back slightly arched, pushing my ass out as my legs slammed together, my knees knocking together over and over. I yelled at him to get out. I yelled that I needed to get in right that second. My fingernails dug deep into the door, scratching as my control slipped, a muffled "Sorry, no can do!" coming from inside the bathroom. I felt it coming. My left hand then alternated between banging on the door, gripping at my crotch, and clawing into the door once more. My chest was heaving against the door, I couldn't bear to open my eyes and look as it started. My crotch grew damp. A spurt, and another, and another. The crotch gripping, the clawing, nothing helped. Squeezed my legs together tighter, still nothing. It was coming out, slowly but steadily. I gripped my left thigh as I felt my pee seep out and crawl down the back of my leg. I tried so hard. Knocking my knees, gripping at everything I could, frantically trying to stop it or slow it down. Shaking, writhing, I felt it continue to pour out and reach the back of my knee. I heard drops hit the floor. This couldn't be happening. Wetting myself after a good hold was one thing, not being able to stop it when it mattered most was another thing entirely. My control was still sort of there, but not nearly enough to stop the flow completely. I felt it spread across my lower ass and inner thigh. The other leg now too, I could feel it running down. Something in that made me lurch, pressing my chest into the door harder. Something about that movement hit my bladder, and suddenly whatever slight control I still had was gone. I gasped loudly as my crotch suddenly grew a lot warmer, as did my inner legs, I could feel the flow go from a creeping dribble into a stream. Of course I grabbed my crotch, but my hand was soaked almost instantly. I let out a cry as I started soaking myself, trying anything and everything. Thigh gripping, moving my legs, crossing them, frantically hopping slightly just trying to get it to stop but the more I tried the harder it all came out. I felt my ass, my legs, everything become completely soaked and warm. A stream was gently but firmly pitter pattering onto the floor, my jeans on my right leg having become far too saturated for it to just climb down my leg itself anymore at this intensity. I fought and cried and yelled and moaned, fighting until the bitter end. But there was no way around it...I was completely and thoroughly wetting my pants, right outside the bathroom against my will like a little girl. As I stopped shaking and bouncing and switching my legs all over the place, my fingers tired from violently gripping at every part of my thighs and crotch I could get ahold of, I just became exhausted. Soaked and defeated, I turned around and slowly slumped to the ground against the door, wetting myself all the way. My bladder had NO control anymore, and I was still going. My mind just blanked out as I sat on the ground, watching my already massive puddle continually expand due to the now very audiable hissing in my jeans. It was by far the greatest wetting I had ever had, and the scary circumstances made it incredibly exciting and erotic. My chest heaved, my breathing heavy as my bladder finished emptying itself. All my mind could process now was the near orgasmic relief and the "Holy shit, that just happened, and it was incredible" type thought. Until my brain finally re-clicked into the sound of the shower going, and realized that the moment my brother opened the door, he'd find me sitting there, naked from the lower waist up, having lost control and peed in my pants in the hallway, everything I was wearing having been completely drenched, with a puddle leading from under me in all directions, and almost to the door opposite me. My stomach dropped so fast. My mind went in all directions, and suddenly I was up, running through the house in my soaking wet jeans, trying to manage to somehow clean this up before my brother got out of the shower. I ran downstairs, grabbed two towels from the laundry, ran back up, and cleaned it up and cleaned it good. Both towels ended up completely soaked. I heard the shower stop. I ran into my room and got my jeans off as fast as I could, and threw them and the towels under my bed as soon as I could. I heard him coming and I was just standing there in my wet panties, all I had time to do was throw on a T-shirt. The big kind I wear to bed. And sit down at my computer desk. He just walked in without knocking, as he does, and asked what all my insane fuss at the door was about. I told him I thought I was late for a get-together and needed my makeup that second, but then realized it was tomorrow and not today. I sat almost frozen, hoping he wouldn't notice my wet legs glistening. I felt the lower black of my shirt get wet as I sat on it in my wet panties, and reaaaally tried not to think about it. Just sat and smiled and blinked and waited for him to accept it and leave, which he did, shaking his head and calling me a nutjob. Then I just sat there in silence and waited for the telltale shut of his bedroom door, meaning he was going in to play COD or something. Once I was sure he was in, I switched out of my wet undies and now slightly damp shirt into jammies, and fished out everything from under my bed and snuck to the laundry room with it. I thought I was scot free until he questioned the wet footprints downstairs. I went beet red and just told him that I had spilt some water earlier and must have stepped in it. He gave me a really questioning gaze and I turned redder, but for a non-omo enthusiast he obviously didn't come to the conclusion any of you would have, and just accepted it and moved on. Anywho, that was my day today. I hope you enjoy! Please leave feedback, as writing this stuff out isn't something I do often and I'd love to know what people think. If this is good and I'm good at telling it, I might write about my future experiences as well. Please let me know anything and everything you think! I think I drank too much, I had to go to the bathroom again in the middle of writing this. Now I'll end this, as I tend to ramble and as this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've done, and looking back on it now, incredibly erotic. So I have other needs to take care of. Bye bye!
  22. G'day to ya, friends... I know many besides myself think this little hottie is a real hottie. Her accidents are primo. That being said, has anybody found her on the radar over the last year or so? There are a few great vids posted under her name but not recently. My seaching has come up zilch. Any 411 on this sexy wetter?
  23. I give my friend Dan guitar lessons every Monday night at his place. He lives about a 20-minute walk from my apt, and seeing as I hadn't had a good stroll I decided to hoof it. Before leaving my place I had a big cup of coffee and some water, making sure to use the bathroom before I left. As Fall is upon us Dan had his heat on, which makes for a very dry space. Naturally this made me drink my entire 1 L water bottle over the 1-hour lesson. We also went on about 10 extra minutes, jamming over the 007 theme. Once Dan realized we went over an hour he said that he had to leave right away to meet friends for drinks across town. I asked to use the bathroom before we left, as my bladder was starting to send slight signals of distress (thanks to the coffee I imagine). Dan was adamant about leaving immediately, so I acquiesced and went on my way; I didn't have to go THAT bad. Well within 10-minutes, and with only 10-minutes to go, my bladder was throbbing. I couldn't believe it! I have an iron-clad bladder, I pressed on in the brisk autumn night. At that point my roommate called asking about the food on hand in our kitchen. As I was explaining the contents of our fridge I suddenly realized with a start: I was peeing! I kept walking as there were people walking behind me. I had unleashed a steady stream into my underwear but I held back the flood as I continued talking to my roommate, though the small accident and cool, dusk air only weakened my resolve. After I finished talking to my roomie, I decided that I had nothing to lose: It was getting dark, I was wearing black corduroy and black fabric shoes; no one could see a thing and my roommate obviously wasn't home. I took a detour through some back alleys and thought I'd just end the discomfort immediately. Without reservation I unleashed everything inside me while walking; a cascade of urine poured into my pants flooding my crotch, legs and filling my shoes. I could hear sloshing in my shoes as I walked and admired the small trail of pee I left in my wake. Sure enough, as I stepped under the lights of my street you could hardly see a thing, save a light contrast between the dry and wet fabric. I went inside the vestibule of my apt building (an old row-house), shut the door and took off my shoes. I walked barefoot to my front door and stripped as soon as I got in the house. I even had myself a shower before my roommate came home :D Hope y'all enjoyed the read! Cheers
  24. Here's one from tokyo-tube.com I haven't seen before--a jeans shorts wetting by a riverbed. It was uploaded as part 9 of 11 of the whole video; I included the title so you guys could check out more where it came from if you'd like. For those who don't browse tokyo-tube.com often, omorashi is pretty rare there, as it hosts JAVs in general. Anyway, enjoy! jpriverbed.flv
  25. I work retail and closed the store tonight. In attempt to leave as soon as possible, I cleaned as quick as I could. I was about a 6 and ignored my need to run to the washroom before leaving. Of late, I need to get to the washroom sooner rather than later due to an OAB, with sudden urges that lead to leaking or accidents. I mistakenly guzzled what was left of Dr Pepper right before I left the store. The drive home was unpleasant, knowing that I'd made poor choices. I turned up my music, but couldn't focus on anything but my growing need. I bounced up and down, pressed my legs together, and slipped my hand between my legs. And then I sneezed. I soaked my Poise Moderate pad within about 5 solid seconds of a heavy stream that I couldn't stop. Regretfully, the soaking leaked on the sides of my new panties (the first day I wore them!). The pad was filled and the last ten minutes of my ride was warm, wet, and a pungent musk filled my car. My husband asked about my day and I told him "I sneezed and peed my pants." He was super supportive. I'm not overly turned on because it was a legitimate accident and the lack of control brings me down. I hope someone gets some pleasure out of my experience.
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