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  1. jayjay5

    malefemale Childhood memories

    I spent a long time lurking on this website and eventually decided to make an account. I've finally got the nerve to share an experience I had at school quite some time ago. As a child I had a habit of waiting until the very last second before I went to the bathroom. I was either too embarrassed to ask or far to interested in what I was doing. I had many situations where I leaked a considerable amount into my underwear. I was so used to this that I thought it was quite normal but wetting my trousers was a big no! This particular time has stuck vividly in my head. I was about 7 or 8, far too old to be in the situation I ended up in. My class had just ended and I had been kept in for 5 minutes after everyone else because I had been messing about in the classroom when I was meant to be working. Lunch time was the highlight of my day because struggled to stay out of trouble in the classroom. I was annoyed that I'd already missed some of my lunch hour and was in a rush to get out onto the playground. I knew I needed to pee a bit but didn't want to waste my precious lunch time on that so I decided to go when I came back in. I ran out onto the playground and played happily for quite a while before my class was called to lunch. I raced into the dining hall and realised quite quickly that I needed to pee rather badly. I was too embarrassed to ask the adult in the hall if I could go to the toilet before I got my lunch so I decided to wait it out and go after I'd eaten. I remember standing in the line trying to be subtle so no one would notice that I needed to go. Looking back, I wonder how no one realised the dilemma I was facing because I distinctly remember wiggling around and holding my crotch intermittently to try to ease off the pressure. Eventually (after what felt like an eternity) I got to the front of the queue and was served my lunch. I remember feeling quite relieved when I sat down. I'm not sure if this was because I found it easier to hold on whilst sitting or because I was one step closer to some sort of relief. Looking back, I am sure at this point I could have told an adult that I was desperate to pee and they would have let me go and come back for my food. However, we were always taught we couldn't leave the table until we had finished all of our food. The 7/8 year old me thought these rules applied no matter what and I was kicking myself for not asking to go before I got my food. All I remember about the actual meal was writhing about on my seat trying to hold on. I must have eaten in record time because I can't really remember much about sitting at the table, but when I stood up, gravity hit me like a ton of bricks and I let a spurt go into my pants. This was the beginning of my undoing and I knew it. I remember standing there desperately squeezing my crotch trying to keep everything at bay for the last few minutes. I put my lunch tray away and started to make a run for it up the corridor. I remember thanking my lucky stars because I knew at this point there was a good chance I'd make it to the toilet with only wet underwear (the best I could hope for at this point!) Luck was not, however, on my side. As I turned the corner to the part of the school with the boys toilets, a hall monitor (an older child) stopped me and asked to see my pass showing I had asked an adult if I could use the toilet. Of course, I had run out of time to do this and had made a mad dash for the toilets without even thinking about that. I remember standing in front of the monitor desperately wiggling around and pulling at my crotch, trying to explain that I hadn't had time when I let another spurt go into my underwear, and another.. and then they just kept coming. The monitor let me go into the toilet but I knew there was already going to be a wet patch on my trousers where I was holding myself. I remember as I started to run in, I started to pee full force and by the time I made it to the toilet, I had already soaked my trousers. Strangely after that, I don't remember what happened. I think I must have changed into the school's spare clothes or something because I wasn't sent home (my parents couldn't have picked me up). This is the most vivid of my experiences, the rest are more vague... But I hope someone appreciates this
  2. Does anyone remember the "Perform a Courtesy Pee" article from wikiHow? It's vanished because of "potty humor". But anyway, the article helped me a lot today! Here is my story: It's been a while since I wet myself in jeans. It's because I am living with my parents. I can't hide my wet clothes, because my mother is "the master" of the washing mashine. No one should touch the machine or the cloth near it. So how can I pee my pants without any notice? Peeing through my underwear wasn't a big deal anymore. Waiting till everyone is asleep and sneaking to the toilet and peeing through my panties isn't arousing anymore. It's just a nice feeling. But I want to wet my jeans! It's late in the night and I am sitting towards my laptop with an pulsating bladder. What should I do? Go to toilet and don't make a big mess? NO! I want to pee myself! My mission is: Peeing my jeans without making a big mess. The enemy is not allowed to see this! My urge to pee is reaching it limits. I should try to get outside to pee. I stand up with my hand pressing against my crotch. Spurt. Shit It's harder to move than I thought. I am Slowly walking to the stairs without making any noises. First step. Second step. Third SPURT! Oh I need to hurry! Nearly losing controly I am reaching the door facing our garden. A few meters from my door I squad with my feet slightly apart. I am pressing my thighs together. This is the point of no return. Drip. Slowly I release my bladder. Feeling a growing warmth in my grotch area and noticing a silent hissing noise. Oh I missed that feeling. After two minutes I stand up and leaving the puddle in the moonlight. Back in the house I noticed that only my crotch has a wet spurt! WHAT?! Happy that I don't made a big mess, I am sharing two fotos. :)
  3. Dunney

    malefemale Pissed pants

    Here's a little video I made a couple of days ago when I was feeling particularly pissy. I'd been wetting all afternoon, and continued on into the evening. My pants stank at the end of it all, so I put them into the wash next morning. I'm living up to my ranking here. Pissed pants.mp4
  4. Does anyone have any videos of two cute guys wetting while hugging or cuddling? Or maybe a guy and girl, where the guy wets while hugging or cuddling? I've always fantasized about seeing this but have never found anything like it :(.
  5. LucyVersion2.0

    Wet Date

    A few years ago, I was dating a guy who was also into watersports. We definitely had some differences when it came to that, but we managed to play nicely together. Here's a time it didn't go so nicely, since I was embarrassed. We went to BW3s, drank a bunch of pop, and he decided he just had to piss his khakis by the cute waitresses. He wanted me to loudly berate him for it, too. I just couldn't do it, I was just embarrassed and wanted to leave, so we did. Humiliation on any level is way out of my comfort zone, but he still looked cute in his wet khakis. Out in the parking lot, I realized I forgot I also needed to piss, but I decided to just wait until I got home, so I could go in his lap and make his pants even wetter. I played up my desperation for him at first, because he was totally into that, but about halfway home, I wasn't playing anymore. I was just trying not to piss myself in the car. Back at my place, I made it to the back door before I started pissing myself. I squatted down to save my dressy boots, and totally soaked my drawers, and the back of my dress. Then we went inside and gave into the excitement.
  6. Brittanybunny

    An interesting car ride

    It was a beautiful night, the sky was filled with stars, the waves were crashing along the shore, and it was nice and warm outside. Amy and Mike were having the night of their lives, watching the waves. It has been a long day running around on a hot summers day so they had been drinking quite the amount of water. Amy was cuddled into Mike's side when she noticed him fidgeting in place. Amy looked at her boyfriend with concern "Hey, are you ok?" she asked. Mike jumped a bit, he had about four large bottles of water before they got here and he needed to pee. "Y..yea I'm ok" he said. He looked over at his girlfriend seeing her legs crossed, and remembered her drinking a ton of water too. He kinda found it hot the way she looked when she had to pee. Amy wasn't buying the false act, and decided to find a way to make him admit it. She looked at the waves, which weren't helping her situation and smiled. "Ya know, I love the way the waves sway back and forth, how warm the ocean was today, just splashing around everywhere, it's nice isnt it?" Mike held his crotch at the thought of that "Baby please I gotta pee, can we head on home?" Amy nodded and an urge hit her and made her feel her own desperation. " Ok, I gotta go too, lets go on home". They hurried and got into his car and began to drive. Amy soon was squirming in her seat, desperately needing to go. Mike was squirming in his own seat as he focused on driving. Amy had her hands between her legs as she squirmed. Mike began to whine and hold himself with one hand "Amy I dont know how long I can hold it, I have to pee so bad". Amy felt bad seeing her boyfriend like this "Come on baby you can hold it, we are almost home". Mike smiled and nodded, they were doing good and could be home soon. or so they thought.... There was a big accident on the freeway that was lead the road to be stopped and slow traffic down. Mike groaned in agony as he held his crotch tightly to prevent himself from leaking. Amy was in the passenger seat, legs crossed, holding herself tightly, looking like she was in pain. Mike couldn't bear to see her hurt. "Amy please, just let go, its ok, I dont wanna see you in pain, just pee, please pee". Hearing himself say that word made his desperation worse. Amy shook her head " I..i can't, I wont sit here and ruin your car, ohhhh god I really have to pee". Mike saw Amy holding herself and he got a bit hard, wow she was pretty when she had to pee. Once traffic started moving they hit a bump which caused him to spurt in his pants. Amy also leaked a lot in her panties and she was on the verge of loosing it. "Oh no Mike im gonna pee my pants, I can't hold it in any longer!" She leaked again and Mike could see it. He found a place to pull over near a forest area, he had a plan. " Get out of the car, I got a plan". He got out of the car but not without holding himself tightly as he shut his door and made his way to the grass and sat down. Amy got out and shut the door, falling to her knees and holding herself. She eventually crawled to Mike and was shocked when he lifted her onto his lap. "Listen ok? On the count of three, we let go and pee, I dont wanna see you in pain or ruin the car, I got towels in the back that we can place on the seats". Amy nodded, squirming around badly " Ok... Please hurry, I cant hold it any more!" Mike nodded " I know.... Ok, ready? 1.........2...." Before he could hit three, he felt a warm bliss on his crotch, it was Amy, she was peeing her panties. "3......" His own desperation came to an end as he began to wet his pants. Pee was spraying out of both of them like a garden hose. Mike moaned softly as relief hit him and he had a beautiful girl peeing on his lap. His smile turned to a frown when he realized Amy wasn't moving, she was shaking, she was crying. He sat up and held her in his arms. "Look at me, Im peeing like a baby in my panties, you must thing im disgusting now". Mike lifted her chin and kissed her. "You are far from disgusting, I wet myself too, we both had to go, I know you couldn't hold it, you had to pee, and you peed, you dont believe me? Can you feel my lap?" Amy blushed when she shifted and could feel his bulge. "Y..you're hard? Because of me wetting?" Mike nodded shyly and held her. Amy smiled and kissed her boyfriend deeply. "Wanna continue this at home?" She asked with a tone that showed she was up to no good. Mike smirked and nodded "You know I do..". He put the towels on the seats, they got back into the car and drove home and had a long playful night.
  7. Hedonist

    malefemale The Best and The Worst

    I moved to a small city some years ago, and I was getting acclimated to my environment. I was 23 at the time, trying to find work. A grocery store hired me as an overnight stock-boy. Every night I would work, 10 pm to 6 pm. When I would clock out, there was this amazing girl that would open. She was the head cashier. Straight long blonde hair, green eyes, some cute freckles, and a body that was....just wow. Petite up top with just the sweetest little bubble booty. I couldn't help it, I had to go ask her a dumb question or two. I know I was dirty and sweaty from working all night, but I was compelled. We introduced ourselves, and I found out her name was Jennifer. I had a little bit of shopping to do one morning after work. While I was in line for her to ring me up, I realized that I forgot to get milk, so I went to Jennifer and asked it was okay to leave my cart for second. She told me that it wasn't a problem, and I ran as fast as I could to not hold anyone up. I got back, did the transaction, as she handed me the change I dropped a quarter. We both sprung into action to catch it before it rolled away. "I got it, I got it..." I exclaimed, reaching for the quarter as it spun around. "It's going toward me." Jen stated. She bent over to pick it up. She took her time doing this, and when she got the quarter in her hand, she turned to me while bent over and smiled...seductively. I thought to myself, "No way did I see this.." I twitched in my pants. She stood straight up, and put the silver plated copper in my hand. "Thank you." I expressed in a dual meaning sort of way. She nodded back. I waited till she was done ringing up the next two people in line. I'm a fairly confident guy. I'm not ugly by any means, so I figured that I had a shot. So, I walked back to her and asked, "Jen, I'm pretty new around here. You look like a rock n' roller kind of girl. Could you potentially show me around the town sometime? Maybe show me a cool bar, some local music? If you have a boyfriend or anything, I understand..." Hey eyes opened up wider and sparkled, "It is Saturday, and I'm off Sunday. I'd love to, there's this cool place, and..." I got lost in what she was saying, she was so beautiful. We agreed to meet back up here when she got off of work at 4pm. I took a nap, and woke up around 2pm just nervous to all hell. I can't screw this up, I'm going to meet up with this hottie. What if we have fun, and she decides to accept me in her bed? You never know. So, I thought about her. I masturbated three times to ensure that I would be a good lover if the moment required it. I know it sounds excessive, but I really, really, didn't want to screw up. I gathered myself together, got dressed, proceeded to meet her. I was wearing these polyester green pants I got from the Salvation Army, Converse's on my feet. I was feeling pretty cool. She invited me to ride in her car, and said that she needed to stop by her place to change clothes. I stayed in the living room, and she came out with a pair of blue jeans and a nice short blouse that accented her cleavage. Little skulls on her shirt. I thought it was pretty awesome. So, we jump back into her car and we ride. We talk, get to know each other. She brings me to a little bar, and we drink some tequila shots together. Stone Temple Pilots plays on the jukebox, and she expresses her love for Scott Weiland. I liked STP too, and we sang along sharing some laughs. It was about 10pm, and Jennifer orders one last round. We must have had about 15 shots between us. Needless to say, we were tipsy. "Max, can you drive? I'm a little too...and I'll show you the way back to my place." "No problem, lady. I'll get us there safely." I said as she handed me the keys. We get back to her place. The living room was filled with posters, a lot of Punk memorabilia, some -off the wall- books, etc. We sit down on her couch, and she turns on the radio. "You're really nice, and fun to hang out with." Jen was saying as she poured a couple of shots. She had a pint of tequila in the fridge, which was rad if you ask me. Always prepared. Anyway, we slam a shot, and she asks me what we're doing a cheers to. "Hopefully, a kiss on your lips." I say out loud on accident. She smiles and we proceed. We're talking about life, where we've been, how we were raised. I leaned over and kissed her. I couldn't help it. She accepted it and kissed me back. "Why?" She asks. "You're such a dream girl, how could I not?" Jennifer then moved to straddle me and kiss some more. I could've stayed there forever kissing her, but I had to go. I didn't pee yet, and I haven't even broke my seal at the bar. So, I was pretty desperate. I kept my composure and continued kissing. Her lips were so nice and sweet. I stopped and asked, "You want to take a shot? Celebrate this lovely kissing session?" "I'm down for that.." She climbs off. "Stay right there, mister." She leans in for another kiss before heading to the kitchen. I wait, and then get up to sneak to her bathroom. "Where are you going?" She jumps out of nowhere to stand in front of me, putting her hands on my arms, and kissing me again. "Oh, just going to the bathroom really quick. I'll meet you back in the living room, and.." "Noooo...nope. I told you to stay." She orders while proceeding to try and turn me around. "I don't want you to leave." Jen says playfully. I kiss her back and hold my crotch, "But, Jen...I can't stay, but I'll love you forever.." I say jokingly, and we laugh. While laughing, I spurted a little in my shorts. I really clenched up there, and she presses her body to mine and whispers sarcastically, "Please don't go..." "I'm going to go if you don't let me." I tell her softly, but also with a sense of urgency. I couldn't...even though this is a secret dream of mine, I can't just pee my pants in front of her. Gods, it would be terrible if she laughed and kicked me out. I can already feel the little bit I did do, and I look down to make sure it didn't seep though visibly. She looks down with me, smiles, and takes my arm to turn me around. "Ummm...err..." Another spurt came out. I turn around to walk to the bathroom. Jennifer jumps back in front of my path, "Let me go with you, please, I know it's weird, but.." she explains but is cut off. "Ohhh...god.." I stammer as I felt everything warm and wrong happening at once. The strongest stream from holding for almost three hours just started filling my pants and running down my legs. Hissing so loud it was covering up the noise of the pee hitting the floor. Jennifer looked down the whole time and watched what seemed to be almost two to three minutes of peeing. The darkness started from near my side to the center, and just rolled down my pant legs. Her face was shocked, but couldn't stop watching. My hands were fisted, trying to stop with everything I had, but all I could do was let it all out. We stood there in silence for a minute. I made a huge puddle on her wood floor. My socks, my sneakers, everything...soaked. "Jen...I couldn't help it. This never happened to me before, I'm so sorry..." Jennifer looked at me, her face was kind. She put her finger on my lips and consoled me, "I never seen a guy do this before. I'm sorry, I thought you were just playing with me. It's okay though, I have a washer and dryer. It'll be okay." Jennifer then proceeds to kiss me. "Take off your pants, I'll get them in the wash." My boxers and pants feel really tight, maybe it's the wetness. I look down, half-ashamed, pull my shirt up, and start to unbutton. "Wait a second." Jennifer exclaims. "Mmmmm...what do we have here?" It's noticeable. I'm hard as anything, and it's showing big time in my wet underwear. "You like this don't you?" She asks, and reaches to touch me down there. Her hand slowly glides from the bottom of my wet shorts, up my shaft and with her index finger draws along the outline of my head. "It's really nice...I thought you might have been smaller." She says while giving me a deep kiss. Jennifer's hand then goes back down and she grabs me firm through the soaked material. Then it happened. I felt the twitching while in her hand. I was exploding in my boxers. Another wet stain appeared, and all I could do was moan, twitch and moan some more. Jen looked down to watch what was happening. Not only did I just pee my pants in front of her, I just came in my shorts from her touching me. Premature like a kid. I blew it. How could this happen to me? I went limp, and I stood there, pee, cum soaked, and embarrassed beyond repair. Every fear of the worst a man could do on a date just happened. That's it, it's over, I'm a loser. Jen looks at me, I forgot everything, "Please keep me..." I begged in my mind. "Wow...and I thought I was different." She told me reassuringly. "Time for a shower then. I'm going to have to clean you up and hope you didn't waste all of your juice for just your pants." She takes me by the arm and walks me to her bathroom. As she undresses, showing her amazingly tight body in all it's glory, she says, "Wait till I tell you what I like.."
  8. Anathema

    malefemale One quest too many

    So, I'm kind of a boring guy. I'm afraid of wetting in public, and I'm just not prone to true accidents. Being a geek, I've always played video games, and where I end up wetting myself most of the time is in front of the computer. I put a garbage bag down on the chair, and sit on a couple folded bath towels to protect it. I've never managed to overflow the towels. It's very hard for me to drink enough to lose control, so I play bladder games to keep things from becoming painful and not fun. I'll relax my muscles and try to get as close to peeing as possible without leaking, then clench it back again. It's a game I never win for very long. Lately, I've been playing Borderlands 2. It's a fantastic for desperation games because of it's many addictive game mechanics. You always want to finish just one more mission, or one more badass rank, or just level up, and before you know it, hours have slipped by. So there I was, playing my game, kicking ass and taking names. My bladder was getting quite full, so to hurry things along I instituted a rule for myself. Every time I finished a wave of enemies and things got quiet again, I had to relax my muscles and get as close to wetting as possible. Every few minutes I found myself pausing to relax to try and start peeing without actually peeing. I don't tend to fidget much until the seal is broken, so if you were watching, it would look like nothing more then I was stretching my wrists. Before I knew it, an hour had passed and I was still dry, my natural urge to not pee in my pants still winning out on my attempts to tease it into submission. It wouldn't last long though. Every time I paused, it got easier to relax and let go, and harder to prevent myself from breaking the seal. Finally it happened. I relaxed a little too much and broke the seal. A squirt leaked out and into my boxers. With my dick pointing up, the warmth was unmistakabke. There was no wet spot on my jeans though. With the seal broken things began to happen very quickly. I was able to stop the leak, but the urgency was unrelenting and I had to clench constantly to prevent from drenching myself. I also began to fidget like, well, a boy about to wet his pants, grabbing myself and squeezing my thighs together tightly and leaning forward. Not that it helped. Seconds after the first leak, my muscles slipped again and I leaked more, a full second this time. I had really done it now, there was a large stain on my pants and my crotch was bathed in warmth. I was able to stop peeing again, but the dam had burst and it was in vain. A second after stopping, I lost control, and this time I was only able to stop the strong flow after several seconds. No sooner had I gotten it under control, my muscles simply gave out entirely and i leaned forward letting it all flow out into my jeans. I could hold back no more. Finally it was over, and I pushed the last of my pee out into my pants. my lap was completely soaked, and I had a delightful warm and wet feeling. I was going to clean up right away, but I just wanted to finish one more mission...
  9. WettingFan91

    Male Dark Jeans Pee Wetting

    Version 1.0.0

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    After holding for a few hours I felt the need to pee and was home alone...browsed a few female wetting videos got very horny and had to have some fun :) Combining my favorite viewing pleasures with the sensation of wetting never gets old. Enjoy!

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  10. foodfoodfoodlol

    malefemale Lucas' Desperation

    10 year old Lucas stood nervously backstage for a dancing competition. It was his first time doing a solo and he was really scared and he didn't want to show it. Not only that, but he really had to pee - and his nerves wouldn't let him forget his growing need. He sighed and fidgeted a bit, looking longingly at the bathrooms but not leaving his spot for it was almost his turn to go onstage. He looked around and made sure no one saw him before giving himself a quick but firm squeeze. He bounced a bit on his toes biting his lower lip, paranoia washing over him. Little did he know, his dance instructor had been observing him since the start, frowning at the young boy's obvious problem. Victor (the dance instructor) wanted to ask Lucas to go, but it wasn't allowed. He hoped the boy wouldn't embarrass himself or mess up his dance. When it was Lucas' turn to go onstage, he was desperate. He took a deep breath and squirmed heavily before regaining composure and running onstage. "Keep it together." He mumbled to himself, dancing his heart out. In the middle of the dance, he was overcome with a big wave of pressure rolling through his lower stomach and he was forced to stop dancing and clench his muscles for the shortest time. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes when his dance ended, and the moment he walked offstage, he shoved his hands in between his legs to try and ward off the incoming flood. He ran to the bathroom as soon as he had control. It was locked. Lucas' eyes grew as big as saucers as he held himself with one hand and tried to open the door with another. He whimpered softly as the last of his strength was used to try and open the bathroom door, but to no avail. It was shut tight. A maintenance worker passed by and Lucas shyly went up to her. "E-excuse me, ma'am?" He mumbled. "Yes, son?" "I really really need to use the toilet but it's locked." Lucas said, blushing. "Oh, I'm sorry honey, the main water line blew. The bathrooms are closed until they're fixed." She said apologetically before walking away. Lucas stood in place, mouth open. How was he going to relieve himself now?! He had to go to the awarding ceremony too, he wouldn't be able to hold it for long. He whined as the first of his tears began to make tracks down his pink cheeks. That was enough for Victor. He walked over to Lucas and tapped his shoulder. "Let's find you a bathroom." He said. "I c-can't move," Lucas whimpered as he lost a spurt. Victor lifted him up bridal style and ran outside, hoping to see a bathroom. He couldn't find one but he felt the young boy slowly slipping away from control. "Hold on, Lucas." "I'm trying!" He exclaimed, a wet patch already visible on his shorts. "I really have to go!" "I know, I know." 15 minutes later with no bathroom in sight, Lucas squirmed out of Victor's arms and fell to the ground, his bladder releasing. The young boy looked at himself in horror before bursting in to tears, pulling his shirt up to cover his face. Victor sighed softly and hugged him. "It's okay, it's okay." He whispered, rocking him slowly. "N-no it's not!!! I-I'm s-so sor-ry!" Lucas sobbed, hysterical. "I d-didn't mean to!" "Shh, it's not your fault. I'll lead you to your mom and I'll represent you for the awarding ceremony, okay?" Victor replied. Lucas nodded. "Okay." • At the end of the day, Lucas was wrapped up in a blanket with his thumb in his mouth, hugging his 2nd place trophy as he slept. His mom and Victor took good care of consoling him and it all worked out it the end. {criticism is very much appreciated! (: }
  11. LucyVersion2.0

    malefemale Drunk College Boy at Miller Park

    Quite a few years ago now, I saw a young man wet his khaki cargo shorts at Miller Park, and shall recount the tale here. I was hanging out by the porta johns in the parking lot, presumably waiting for my kids, when I caught sight of a young man in a Marquette t-shirt, preppy khaki cargo shorts, flip flops, and Brewers hat far back in one of the long lines. There were only like four or five chemical toilets for all those people tailgating, and many of them were drunk, or had been drinking, like the guy I just described. He was standing hunched over, legs tight together, and complaining to his friend, who was drinking a beer, and obviously just along for company, how bad he had to pee. His friend suggested he go back to the car and just pee behind the door, that he'd make sure the cops didn't see and all, but the guy said that he just couldn't risk it (I gathered they were underage, at least as far as alcohol was concerned, and he was afraid of getting busted for underage drinking in addition to public urination), and at this point, he couldn't wait that long. He started to get really panicky and started pee dancing and holding himself, and telling his friend he was going to seriously pee his pants, and begged him to do something. His friend went up ahead and talked to some people, telling them that his friend was about to wet himself. A couple people took pity on him, and he was able to cut to third in line for one of the porta johns. But, it still wasn't enough. After more squirming and pee dancing, he lost it. "FUCK!" He cried, and lifted his hands away from his crotch. Shock pinned him there for a moment, but then he fled, leaving splashes of pee behind him. His drunk friend ran after him saying "Hey man, wait!" I wanted to run after him, too, hehe.
  12. Here's another video I made this afternoon. I've had the idea for this one in my head for some time now, ever since I noticed one of my pairs of drawstring pajama pants has no fly. The idea for this one was based on the idea that, what if I woke up in the middle of the night, on the verge of bursting, and rush to the bathroom, only to find the drawstring on my pants has been cinched up so tight from my tossing and turning in bed, that I can't get my pants off? I think you all know the answer... Attached is a photo of the damage I took afterward, since you can't see it that well in the video. As a fun side note, my pants really were knotted so tight that I couldn't get them off, short of ripping them apart, and in fact it took me another five minutes or so after I stopped recording to finally get them undone. As always, comments and (constructive) criticism are welcome. Untitled5.flv
  13. NeuroNonsense

    malefemale Driving home from work

    My drive home from work usually takes half an hour with good traffic, and traffic is never good. So make that 45 minutes, on average. Today, things did not go too well for the company regarding a client project, and now we have a LOT of work that all needs to be done tomorrow. On top of this, I realized a bit ago that I really need to be drinking more water, so at this point, I have a lot more water in me than I'm used to. So here I am, stuck in traffic, waiting to get on the highway with a fair bit of stress on both my mind and my bladder. I'm squirming a little, and holding is no problem, but I was done with work for today... I have a good 14 hours to relax... And that's what I did. A leak squirted out, ran down my leg, and gave me shivers. It felt amazing! Here I was, alone in my car, with 45 minutes of driving to do, by myself, with a full bladder and no more obligations to look professional. So I let out another leak- This one was longer. I felt it pool under me a bit as the warmth spread rapidly. It felt so good after a long day. I could feel the stress leaving me in the most satisfying way. As I continued inching along with traffic, my stress was slowly being replaced with arousal... We get going a bit faster, onto the highway now, and I let out a longer leak. It lasted for maybe a full two seconds, with most of it running down my legs. Each and every time the warmth winding down my legs, with the noticeable wetness of my pants, made me grin. I let the leaks out more and more frequently- Not because I was losing control, but just because it felt so damn nice. When I finally made it home, my pants were noticeably wet, down to the knees, and a bit past them. I may end up doing this more frequently. No one's around me, I'm alone in the car... And the feeling is sublime. :) I know I can't be the only one that has discovered this. Any similar stories out there?
  14. NiagraFalls

    malefemale Late, drunk.

    when my friend got a job at a frat bar, i would go in and he would just give me free drinks. the bar was so crowded every night that nobody noticed. i would drink and chat with him and watch him pour disgusting drinks to college types, and when i was too sloshed to talk anymore, i would bid him goodnite and stumble home. i only lived about 7 or 8 blocks away, but since i hadn't been able to use the toilet at the bar, i would usually be bursting by the time i would get home. sometimes i would just make it, other times i wouldn't. those are the times i want to talk about. the first time was a cold wet rainy dark night. it wasn't even that late, it was like just past ten PM. the rain came in quick and heavy-AND COLD- and as i shivered, i accidentally let some out. i was that full...you know what i mean, right? just let the top few tablespoons come out, just to ease the strain a bit, then you can get a better hold on it and keep any more from flowing out. there's a stain, but only in your BVDs, nothing on your trousers yet. but i was SO cold and wet from the rain already that i just went ahead and didn't choke it off, in fact i pushed it willingly. it warmed my boy parts and filled my trousers with hot steamy whiskey piss. it felt so good, and the best part was, nobody wouldn've noticed had they seen me, i was already drenched. i decided that from then on that every time, whether it was raining or not, on the way home from the bar i wouldn't bother holding it. i just wanted to see how close i could get to my house before i would gush in my pants. sometimes it would be closer to halfway home, and other times it would be on the next block from where i lived before it happened.one time i was climbing the steps to my porch... another time i was turning the key in the lock when the dam burst. i learned how to walk and release by doing this, and during the cold winter months, my long dark overcoat was my cover (although when i was done, i would open it and marvel at the size of the stains i would create) glob, i used to soak myself literally every night for a few months, before my friend quit his job at the bar and left town. that last night he worked, i didn't go to the toilet at all the entire time. as i left the bar, two other girls were walking the other way, and both of them had HUGE pee stains, but they were so giddy they didn't care. so i took off my overcoat and draped it over my arm and peed openly, just soaking myself....like all of it. i peed so much on that walk home, that i actually stopped walking and reached in and re-positioned my penis so that it would flow down my other leg. just drenched. i don't get chanced like that anymore. someday...
  15. Hey guys and ladies of omorashi.org! Here's a video for anyone interested in crossdressing and wetting. Enjoy Screenerinos: Please let me know if this is a thing that people would want to see more of. And feel free to give me suggestions for things to improve. I am aware of the many problems in this video, such as lighting, poor quality, background noise, etc. I am also aware that my arms (and myself in general) are incredibly skinny, and I apologise if that's distracting. It is a health issue that I am currently taking care of. If I make another video, I'll wear something long-sleeved. Oh and also, what are the things that give away the fact that I'm a guy? I would love to see if I could improve those areas to look more like a girl, so please help me My background: I am a long time lurker who used to be active at some point, but then life took over. I am into realistic crossdressing, which means that I'm not into wearing very revealing dresses, corsets, etc. I just want to look like a normal, everyday girl and I genuinely feel way more comfortable when I look like a girl than when I'm a dude. It's a shame that I can't just go out dressed like this. I'm still learning how to use makeup, etc and I don't look "passable", but oh well. For now, I'm happy enough sitting at home in my cute outfits watching some Twitch streams while drinking a hot cup of tea. straszakitty-01.mp4
  16. Diaper Lovers, I hadn't thought about this until earlier today -- really not a party person. But if you like wearing diapers to non-diaper parties, check out advertisements: For males: search words include "long coats," "duster coats," "drover coats," and "range coats." For females search words include "long dresses" and "maxi dresses." Looks to me like anyone could attend a semi-formal occasion with a diaper under one of these, and no one would every suspect he or she wore naughty foundations beneath. Maybe put such clothing over a diaper, dine at a nice restaurant and attend a concert wearing diapers all the evening. Does this appear workable to others here? Have any here done this?
  17. Sapphire3619

    Selfish

    Hey, look, the semester is over! Honestly, I've lost a few ideas from the ridiculousness of this year and laziness in not writing them down. This one stuck ? **** “It’s a strange city, Ali! We can’t just walk back alone!” “We’re not alone,” Ali argued, exasperated. “There’s three of us.” “We’re women!” Hattie cried, almost shrieking in her drunken state. “We’re vulllllllnerable!” Next to her roommate, Myra snorted. “Vulllllnerable,” she repeated. Ali rolled her eyes. Neither of her teammates were as intoxicated as they seemed, but they were all tired and giddy after a long day at the conference championship meet. Nationals weren’t for another few weeks, so most of the swim team had gone out to local bar to celebrate. Now that it was after midnight, Ali wanted to leave, but her two relay teammates didn’t want to walk back to their hotel. “It’ll take ages to get a Lyft,” Ali insisted. “And the surge pricing will be ridiculous. Come on, it’s less than a mile.” Hattie opened her mouth to reply, but out of the corner of her eye, Ali saw the potential for a last-ditch desperation play. “Look, Jordan is leaving!” Ali pointed to the tall junior strolling toward the door. “We’ll just walk back with him!” “Jordan won’t go with us,” Hattie slurred, but she and Myra were already following Ali through the crowd. “Jordan!” Jordan Clark paused at the sound of Ali’s shout. She was striding toward him with a smile. It was a sight he was thoroughly unaccustomed to. Undeterred by Jordan’s black face, Ali approached the team star. “Are you heading back to the hotel?” “Yeah.” “Perfect! We’ll just walk back with you,” Ali beamed as if she hadn’t just more or less demanded assistance from the least-sociable member of the entire swim team. It wasn’t the Jordan was mean, per se – he was just selfish. He’d been one of the most highly-recruited freshman to join the squad in years, and when he’d arrived on campus, he’d made it clear that he wasn’t there to make friends. Jordan was all business – first in the pool, first in the showers, never hanging around to chat with his teammates. He was an individual medley specialist but was so dominant at the breaststroke that he’d broken two conference records in his sophomore year. Now, as a junior, he was considered a lock for the next Olympic team. Until then, of course, he was a member of the university team. Nominally, anyway. Most of the other swimmers would never have considered asking Jordan to accompany them on a walk back to the hotel – it was just understood that Jordan had no interest in altruism. He only looked out for himself. He was militant in his training and nutrition, and after his freshman year, teammates had all but stopped inviting him out. The fact that he had come to the bar at all was stunning, but then again, he had just won two of races and qualified for nationals in all four events he swam. Ali knew Jordan’s brusque personality, of course, having been on the team with him for the past two years, but she wasn’t particularly bothered at the moment. She just wanted to convince Myra and Hattie to walk back to the hotel. If Hattie was worried about their “vulnerability” as women, then surely having a male future Olympian walking with them would ease her alcohol-infused anxiety. Jordan stared at Ali for a second, almost bemused. He’d come to the bar at the insistence of one of the team captains and had ended up staying far longer than he intended, just sitting and nursing a beer. When he’d seen how late it was, he tried to slip out unobtrusively. No such luck. Now, three of his younger, female teammates, two of whom looked quantifiably drunk, were gazing at him expectantly. He looked back at Ali. “I’m not carrying them.” The corner of Ali’s mouth quirked up. She hadn’t really expected her impromptu plan to work. “They’re fine,” she said. “It’s not that long of a walk.” Jordan didn’t reply; he just turned and walked out the door, letting the girls follow him. He knew it wasn’t a long walk – that’s why he was going to take it himself. It was also why he didn’t bother coming up with an excuse – he could manage 15 minutes. He held the door, letting the girls spill onto the sidewalk in front of him. The hotel was on the same street, so it wasn’t like he had to worry about them taking a wrong turn. It should be a fairly quick trip. It had to be a quick trip. Jordan had to pee. The combination of the exciting day, the loud bar, and the beer made him lose track of time. By the time he finished his pint and looked at the clock, he realized his bladder was way fuller than he would have liked. Now, the idea of having to slow down for Ali, Hattie, and Myra made him distinctly uncomfortable. He knew he’d be fine, ultimately, but he was also nearing the point of squirming, and he didn’t want the girls to see. Hence, the walking behind them. To Jordan’s mild surprise, they were all moving along at a decent pace. No one was trying to engage him in conversation, though Ali occasionally looked back, as if she thought he would somehow vanish. They walked in peace (not silence – Myra and Hattie were gabbing mindlessly) for about five minutes until they were in a quiet part of the street, where any remaining businesses were closed for the night. “Ladies…” Jordan and Ali stopped far more abruptly than Hattie and Myra, who were too deep into their giggly conversation to immediately notice the leering young man who had stepped out in front of them. “Where’re y’headed so late?” the man slurred, either drunk or just awful or both. Every cell in the man’s body radiated creep, to the extent that even buzzed, fairly naïve college sophomores could notice it. Hattie and Myra stopped, inching closer together. Ali spoke up from behind them. “Jurgens? Back off, man.” Jurgens smirked. “So my reputation precedes me.” “We were at the same pool, jackass,” Ali snapped. “The fact that you seemed to care more about your pecs than your split time was memorable.” The rival swimmer curled his upper lip. “Wasn’t talking to you, State,” he sneered. He clearly didn’t know any of their names – just their university affiliation. Ali rolled her eyes and grabbed her friends by their arms. “We’re leaving.” Eerily, but almost predictably, two of Jurgens’ teammates stepped out from the alley. “Oh, really?” Jurgens sneered, now backed up by two equally fit college students. “What if we don’t want you to go?” Ali’s heart rate spiked. She didn’t know Jurgens or his teammates personally – just their names and faces from conference meets. Three of them were too many to shove away, and she didn’t know how fast help would arrive if they screamed. “Let them go.” Ali did a double-take. It wasn’t that she’d forgotten Jordan was with them, exactly; she just hadn’t actually considered him as an asset in their current situation. Nor had she ever heard him sound quite so threatening. “Clark,” breathed one of Jurgens’ lackeys, and Ali almost smiled. She knew they didn’t just recognize him from earlier that day – everyone in college swimming knew who Jordan was. Jurgens glared. “And what are you gonna do about it, golden boy? How about we just take care of you, and then enjoy some time with the girls?” Slowly, almost casually, Jordan stepped in front of his teammates. “No.” Jurgens drew himself up, but he still didn’t match Jordan’s height. “Like we’re gonna give you a choice.” Jurgens reared back and swung, a punch that Jordan easily ducked. He responded by grabbing Jurgen by the shirt and shoving him back into the alley. Jurgens’ friends followed, looking bewildered but angry. “Ali!” Hattie looked at her friend with wild eyes. Still holding onto Hattie and Myra’s arms, Ali pulled them across the alley entryway, briefly glancing over to see Jordan surrounded by the opposing swimmers. The sight was enough to make Ali pause when they were in front of the next building, out of sight of the alley. She really didn’t want to stick around, but 3-on-1 wasn’t a good situation, and she didn’t want to leave Jordan in danger. Hattie and Myra clung to her arms, all three of them listening to the grunts, moans, and punches coming from the alley. At one point, Ali heard a sound like wood breaking. They stood for about a minute until Ali finally pulled herself together. “We should-“ “Jordan!” Myra yelped, pointing as their teammate stepped out from the side street. He looked ruffled – literally, his hair was mussed and his shirt wrinkled – but otherwise unhurt. Ali’s shoulders slumped with unexpected relief. “What-“ “Let’s go.” Jordan jerked his head in the direction of the hotel. Myra and Hattie, harboring no desire to stick around, turned and started walking down the street, still clutching each other’s arms. Ali turned as well but stayed next to Jordan as they walked. “Will they follow us?” she asked, keeping her voice low so as not to worry her friends. “Probably not.” Ali looked hard at their unexpected protector. There were no visible marks on his face, but he seemed to be walking stiffly. “Are you-“ “Fine,” Jordan interrupted, maintaining his string curt responses. “Just keep walking.” Torn between wanting to sigh in exasperation and wanting to thank Jordan for literally saving them, Ali decided on a middle ground of leaving him alone. She sped up to join Hattie and Myra for the last few blocks to the hotel. Behind her, Jordan let out a slow breath. The fight hadn’t been long, but three in-shape guys (albeit ones who didn’t really know how to fight) were still enough to get in a few shots. One – Jordan wasn’t sure who – had smashed a wooden board against Jordan’s side. Plus, the delay and the adrenaline from the fight had his bladder in overdrive. He was still pretty sure he could make it back to the hotel, but not without some external efforts. They walked for another five minutes, barely slower than their previous pace. In the distance, Jordan could finally see the brightly-lit sign atop their 15-story hotel. It was still several blocks away, but at least they were getting close. The journey was oddly quiet at this point. Hattie and Myra were no longer chattering, and the particular area of town where they were staying wasn’t well-populated after midnight. In the quiet, Jordan did his best not to make any noise as he reached his hand between his legs, squeezing for a brief sense of respite. He did this a few more times, quickly, making sure to stop before Ali turned around and saw him. Jordan’s intermittent holding was keeping his need at bay, just barely. Breathing deeply didn’t help, since his side hurt so badly, and he felt shaky from the adrenaline crash, but now they were only about two blocks away. He was focused so intently on holding it for those last couple of blocks that he failed to notice the ill-kept sidewalks. His foot hit a pothole in the sidewalk, and his ankle turned sharply, pitching him to the side. In a half second, Jordan went down on one knee, one hand braced against the brick wall to his left and the other on his raised right knee, heart racing and breathing hard. To Jordan, that half-second felt like ages. He felt his ankle turn. He felt himself fall. He felt his knee hit the ground and his hand hit the wall. He felt himself start to have an accident. Over the rushing in his ears, Jordan heard the girls stop and turn at the sound of his fall. He was looking down, but he could tell they started walking back toward him, but just as quickly, they stopped. They could see what was happening. On the quiet street, the sound of trickling was unaccountably loud. He wasn’t directly under a street lamp, but the ambient light glistened off the growing wetness down Jordan’s left thigh. “Jordan!” “Oh my god.” Ali’s concerned cry was cut off by Hattie’s stunned murmur. Collectively, the girls stopped, each unable to keep from staring. It occurred to Jordan to try to stop himself, but in the same instant, he knew any attempt would be futile. He was trembling, his side was throbbing, and he really didn’t want to prolong the situation with any unsuccessful attempts to stop the hot stream soaking into his pants. It was far too many long, horrible seconds of nothing but the completely unfamiliar feeling of going to the bathroom through his pants accompanied by the sounds of liquid pattering onto the sidewalk and Hattie and Myra’s stunned muttering. Jordan hated every second. Not that you could see it on his still-blank face. The trickling slowed to a stop, and now the only sound was Jordan’s labored breathing. He knew he would have to move, and soon, but he couldn’t get his thoughts – or body – in order just yet. Before he even had time to try, Ali was kneeling in front of him. “You OK?” Head still down, Jordan raised his eyes, fixing Ali with a contemptuous glare that very clearly said Are you fucking kidding me? I’m a 21-year-old man who just pissed himself on the street. Does it look like I’m OK? Ali dropped her head in a momentary apology for her ill-phrased question. “Can you walk?” she amended. Jordan straightened his back slightly and flexed his ankle. It panged, but he could tell it wasn’t serious. “Yeah.” Ali pushed herself to her feet and held out a hand, but Jordan ignored it. He swayed when he rose, but ultimately stood up straight and took a tentative step forward. Even Hattie and Myra read the mood in the air correctly and resumed walking toward the hotel without saying a word, staying in front of Jordan. Ali stayed back a few steps but knew better than to try to walk directly next to Jordan. Through instinct or luck, Hattie led them to the side door of the hotel, circumventing the front desk. Myra had her room key ready to open the door and activate the elevator. She pressed the button for the sixth floor and Jordan reached up to press the 8. When the elevator doors opened the first time, Ali hesitated before she stepped through. She felt like she should do or say something, but Jordan was staring at the floor. So she just looked back as the doors shut, obscuring the man who, 20 minute ago, had been nothing more than her selfish, obscenely talented teammate. Back in his room, Jordan winced in the bathroom as he peeled off his drenched pants and underwear, but he truly cringed when he pulled off his shirt. A dark, mottled bruise covered the entirety of his right side, and he ached with every move of his arms. He’d known the moment it happened, but the bathroom mirror confirmed it – at least one of his ribs was broken. Jordan closed his eyes and breathed as deeply as he could without straining his ribs before stepping in the shower. The hot water felt good, and he was ashamedly relieved at the feeling of stickiness being washed away from his legs. Washing and drying himself took longer than usual, obviously. He pulled on some pajama pants and reached for the first aid kit he always traveled with. He also paid for his own room, a luxury the coaches allowed because he was the best. Jordan had little patience for roommates, and tonight, he was extra grateful for the isolated setup. As he pulled out the ace bandage, he heard a knock on the door. Anticipating the identity of the guest, Jordan gingerly put on a t-shirt. Looking through the keyhole confirmed his guess, and he opened the door to a somewhat hesitant-looking Ali. Ali stared for a moment. Seeing Jordan in a white t-shirt and pajama pants, hair wet from the shower, made him look miles more vulnerable and relatable than she’d ever witnessed. Realistically, pjs and a t-shirt weren’t that far off from the university-issued sweats that he wore to and from practice, and she’d obviously seen him with wet hair before, but apparently, Ali wasn’t done seeing Jordan in a completely new light yet. “I wanted to say thank you,” she spit out, unnerved. Jordan blinked, his face not betraying any emotion. Ali inhaled. “You saved us tonight, and none of us thanked you, and you got hurt, and-“ “I’m fine,” Jordan lied, cutting Ali off yet again. Jordan’s characteristic monosyllabism was enough to put Ali more at ease. “Then what’s the ace bandage for?” she challenged, looking past him into the room. Jordan turned to look back at the bed where the incriminating first aid kit was sitting, astonished at Ali’s gall. The movement was too quick, though, and he pressed his lips together in pain. “Jordan!” Emboldened by the events of the night, Ali pushed past an even more stunned Jordan into the room. She spun back and looked at him as he shut the door. “You’re hurt.” Her eyebrows raised in bewilderment. She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed it on the street. Somehow, in the chaos of the moment, even with the accident, she didn’t pay attention to the way Jordan was holding himself. Now, in the brighter light of the hotel room, she could see him favoring his right side, clearly in pain. “It’s fine,” Jordan said, altering his earlier claim in a subtle but important way. Ali rolled back her shoulders, absorbing the impact of Jordan’s words. “Let me help.” Jordan reluctantly sat on the bed and pulled out the instant-activation ice pack from the first aid kit. He squeezed it a few times, then handed the ace bandage to Ali. She sat next to him and paused for just a second before lifting off his shirt. Ali gasped, and Jordan shook his head, preparing to argue. “Your ribs are broken-“ “I know.” “It looks really bad!” “It’s not that bad.” “I didn’t know-“ “It’s not your fault.” “Jordan!” Ali cried, her voice at least an octave higher than usual. “You won’t be able to swim at nationals!” Jordan sighed and looked into the tear-filled eyes of the girl sitting next to him. “I know,” he repeated softly. The ice pack was now cold in his hands, and he pressed it against his side. Ali took the unintended hint and started wrapping the ace bandage around his torso. “Jordan-“ she started, thoroughly unsure of what to say. She shook her head, smirking mirthlessly. “Coach is gonna be piiiiiiiiiiissed. He’d rather you just let us get rape-“ “Don’t,” Jordan snapped, putting his hand on Ali’s elbow. He looked alarmed. “Don’t say that.” Ali stared back, her face a mix of pity and resolve. “You’re a more valuable asset than all three of us combined. And if I hadn’t forced you into walking back with us, you wouldn’t be out of commission.” “But you would be.” Jordan looked genuinely perturbed. Ali shrugged as she attached the end of the bandage. She was still processing the fact that Jordan had not only voluntarily taken on three guys to protect her, Hattie, and Myra, but that he’d been fairly seriously wounded in the process, and she hadn’t noticed, or at least hadn’t pushed the issue. She dealt with this process by being acerbic. “At least that wouldn’t have lost us any points at nationals.” “Jesus!” Jordan pounded the bed with his left hand. “Ali, stop it. This isn’t about fucking points at a goddamn swim meet!” Cowed, Ali leaned back. “I know I’m not Miss Congeniality,” Jordan said, staring down at his hands in his lap. “It’s just…logical on my part. I get in the water first because I’m the fastest, so I should be in front. I shower first because I don’t like small talk, so there’s no point in me hanging around.” He raised his head, looking Ali straight in the eye. “That doesn’t mean for one second that I would think of letting you, or any of my teammates, or anyone get attacked for the sake of…just to make sure I can…swim better!” Ali gazed back at Jordan’s earnest, incredulous face. She was overcome with the urge to kiss him but decided against it. Jordan wasn’t a selfish jerk – he was just an introvert, and a pragmatic one, at that. She hated the situation that had led to that realization, and she hated having thought of him as a dick for so long. “Well, thank you,” she said softly. “I really don’t know what we would have done without you.” “I don’t regret it,” Jordan insisted, anticipating Ali’s thought process. “This is the best possible outcome for what happened tonight.” Ali smiled weakly, standing. She knew it was time to leave; they were both tired. “I’m still gonna let myself feel bad for cheating you out of a national championship. Probably more than one.” Jordan held the door as Ali stepped into the hallway, returning her half-smile. “I’m just a junior. There’s always next year.”
  18. Dimwitrolo

    UndertaleZorbRequest

    From the album: Requests & extras

    Request from Zorb. It's the chap from Undertale. Having a wee bit of trouble with his clothes.
  19. From the album: Asuka Hybrid Ch. 1-9

    © http://mangatraders.com/manga/series/5495

  20. LucyVersion2.0

    Diaper Fun Night

    Just a quick story... Saturday night, I got together with my best friend (who just happens to be age player and diaper fetishist) for a little "Mommy and me" time, and we both decided to wear diapers. He wore the classic side-tape white ones, and I wore one of my cutesy Goodnites. Of course, the first order of business was to Speedway, to get some coffee, so we'd need to pee a lot :) Then, back to my house for story time, where I read him the latest of my dirtiest fan fiction (Roman Reigns makes Dean Ambrose wear Goodnites to bed, and Dean, of course, wets them out of naughtiness, which causes Roman to wet the bed, too...). That got us both worked up, and we began making out and stroking each other through our respective padding. Since I was worked up, I wanted to wet right away. He kept his hand on my pull up, feeling it become swollen and hot, and making sure that nothing leaked out of it ;) After that, he couldn't keep his hands off me. Then, he wanted to pee, too, the naughty boy, so I felt his diaper as he did. I got hot, and had to take a break to jill. After I came of course I wanted to go again, so he spread out another diaper on the floor, and I squatted over it like a puppy and peed while he put his hand in the stream and rubbed me. Afterwards, he told me to lay on my back, and took himself out of his diaper. "Is my boy going to pee on me?" I asked. "Yes I am, Mamma," he replied, like the good boy he is. So he peed on me down there, and I came again. Then, he dove between my legs and began going down on me, first time he ever did, and it was very good. I didn't cum again, but he did. So, a good time was had by all.
  21. LucyVersion2.0

    malefemale Friend's High School Accident

    One of my friends, "Jared", told me about the time he wet his pants as a freshman, in 2005. Near the end of the school year, one whole afternoon was devoted to a dress rehearsal of the school play, which all students were required to attend. Jared sat with the rest of his homeroom class, and before long, he realized he needed to pee. He didn't think he would be excused if he asked, and didn't want everyone to know he was desperate, so he just tried to hold it and maintain that all was normal on the outside. By the time the first act ended, and he noticed other students taking advantage of the intermission, he had serious doubts about being able to make it to the boys' room if he tried. So, he stayed in his seat, holding his backpack on his lap. Jared had pretty much resigned himself to the fact he was going to wet his pants, and during the second act, that's just what happened. He was grateful he had on black pants that day, and when the play ended, and school was dismissed, he waited until almost everyone was gone before he got up. No one ever found out he peed his pants.
  22. Babystar

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    From the album: Shine - An AB/DL comic