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  1. Was laying in bed about to get ready for work and then all of sudden I had to pee really badly. I got into the bathroom and before I could get my shorts off i started to pee myself and squated and let a bit out.. I was able to stop the flow but was to embarrassed to use the toilet at this point and cleaned my puddle i made went back to my room and finished peeing my shorts squatting over a towel. I really couldn't hold it at all.
  2. Hi, new here—22/f/United States—I thought I'd post about some experiences in the realm of omo + actual desperation and wetting I've had with my boyfriend, one that happened last night, in particular. Btw, you can call me "A" 🙂 So I'll start with last night: TLDR; that day I had emergency surgery, i.e., a dilation and curettage, to remove a ruptured uterine fibroid. In post-op, one of my docs debriefed me on my discharge instructions and what to expect from my body as it recovers from surgery. One of (the many) things to expect? Incontinence, lasting up to a week. As someone who already deals with mild-moderate stress and urge incontinence, I wrongly thought I knew what was in store for me—though luckily, I did have a 9-pack of Goodnites on hand, sparing me from an embarrassing trip to the CVS across from my apartment. I get dropped off at my apartment around 4:30 pm. Having not had any fluids several hours before arriving at the hospital late that morning, I quite literally toss back a glass of cranberry juice and a 16oz Poland Spring, still wearing the disposable cotton underwear and maxi-pad provided by the hospital. Not even twenty minutes later, as I'm fiddling with the DVD player in my living room above the TV, my bladder begins to void—no warning, no bodily cue letting me know I had to go. Within seconds, I peed through the maxi-pad and disposable underwear, soaking my sweatpants and making a DVD player-sized puddle on the floor. I'm caught off guard by this, but ultimately unfazed—I clean up and put on a Goodnite. 6 pm: I'm on my couch watching a movie, about 2/3 of my way through another Poland Spring, nursing a bowl of chicken noodle soup. My very worried boyfriend (25/m)—who had been utterly in the dark about my surgery until I FaceTimed him in an anesthesia-induced fugue state in post-op—calls me to ask if he can swing by in a couple of hours. I, of course, agree. Thirty-ish minutes later, I feel myself leak, followed by a massive wave of urgency and pressure in my bladder. Caught off guard and, I guess, against my better judgment, I stand up from my position on the couch in an attempt to make it to the bathroom. Immediately, I begin peeing at full force. I grab myself in a semi-successful effort to control the stream, i.e., it slows, but doesn't stop; with my hands between my legs, I make it five feet from the couch before the pressure in my bladder surges beyond my ability to hold on any longer and start to pee uncontrollably. The feeling of involuntarily voiding my bladder makes me reflexively bend over, sending the majority of my stream of pee to the front of my Goodnite, which quickly, and audibly, saturates and overflows. Streams of pee begin running down my bare thighs (all I had on was one of my boyfriend's sweatshirts which, on me, pretty much function as a nightgown) and accumulate in a small puddle at my feet, maybe 5 inches in diameter. Frustrated, but now with an understanding of what the doctor meant when she mentioned "incontinence" as something to expect, I clean the floor, shower from the waist down, put on another Goodnite, and resume watching my movie. My boyfriend (let's call him T so as to avoid the phrase "my boyfriend" littering the remainder of this post umpteen times) comes over at around 8 pm. T is familiar with (and sympathetic to) my weak bladder—I've leaked, unintentionally and intentionally, in front of him before, in situations that contextualize/more or less excuse it, e.g., on walks, hikes, long car rides, etc. I've told him about full-blown accidents I've had; his response is always that "it's cute." However, I've never fully peed myself in front of T. The most I've leaked in front of him—up to this point—is a teacup-sized wet spot on my jeans (this happened earlier this month, on hour three of a seven-hour drive.) And I've certainly never worn, nor desired to wear, protective underwear (let's just call them what they are, diapers) diapers in front of him. He knocks on my door with a bouquet of flowers and card in hand, and we continue watching the movie I'd put on three hours earlier (the movie is Paul Thomas Anderson's 1999 film Magnolia, it's really, absurdly long, but otherwise fabulous). Before T arrived, I'd finished my soup, and had roughly 1/2 of a 20oz bottle of Gatorade—upon his arrival, I'd made each of us a peppermint tea with which, at 8:30, I was just about finished. Around 8:45, the credits roll—T and I are on the couch, his head is nestled in the crook of my neck and shoulder, and my legs are swung over his lap. I shift to place a pillow behind my back, scooching closer to T in the process, and feel a twinge in my bladder—followed by a leak. T seems oblivious, and I don't doubt he is, but given the likelihood and imminence of an accident, I open my mouth to say...something. Something, yeah? Anything. To tell him—tell him... Tell him what, exactly? That his 22-year-old girlfriend has no bladder control, at least for the next few days, and needs to wear a diaper? Well, fuck. Here goes nothing. "This is so embarrassing, but—feel my butt," I say. T shoots me a look best described as curiously amused and reaches under my sweatpants (the same pair I'd had an accident in earlier, they'd finished in the wash before T came). For lack of a better term: he gently feels up my padded butt. With his hand still there, I shake my head, breaking eye contact, "I—it's protective underwear," I swallow. "Just—with the surgery—you know, not for forever...for a couple of days, though, I can't—I can't really hold it, like, when I need to pee." I look back up at him. "Can I see what they look like?" asks T. I must look a little taken aback, because T shoots me another look as if to say, "Don't be weird." Sheepishly, I lower the band of my sweatpants. T moves the hand he has on my butt to graze the fabric of the top of the Goodnite, putting a negligible (but in my case, substantial) amount of pressure on my bladder, causing me to spurt. I bite my lip to stop the flow, which must look like my discomfort related to T's touch, who gently lifts his hand. "Don't be embarrassed, I don't care," he says. "I—I'm not embarrassed, it's, um," I stutter, squirming as more pee dribbles out of my urethra. "I just—I need to pee, like, now, and I can't, you know, I can't really hold—" T cuts me off. "Just go." To my surprise, my eyes well up with tears. "It's embarrassing," I say, quietly. T hoists me onto his lap; the motion of this, of course, causes my bladder to spasm, and, against my will, my detrusor muscle relaxes. Continuing to squirm and futilely squeeze my thighs together, I begin peeing uncontrollably into my Goodnite, on my boyfriend's lap. I pee at full force for 45 seconds before the stream of pee wanes to a dribble, and am fleetingly put at ease upon making the judgment that the Goodnite has managed to contain the wetness, when my bladder spasms again. Pee begins audibly hissing against my swollen Goodnite before soaking the fabric of the seat of my sweatpants - my boyfriend's sweatpants. The stream tapers off soon after this, but not before my pee pools onto my boyfriend's lap, saturating his jeans. Slackjawed, I mumble, "I—I couldn't hold it, I really—I couldn't hold it." I feel T nod and gently begin to pet the back of my head. We sit for a minute before T helps me change. I put his jeans and my sweatpants—his sweatpants—in the wash. I'm apologizing profusely at ten or twenty-second intervals throughout all of this, of course, which T responds to by covering his ears and kissing my forehead. 10:00 pm, probably: T insists I go to bed while the washing machine finishes. 11:00 pm, maybe: T takes the clothes out of the dryer. 12:15 pm: Next to me, T reads the second-to-last chapter of his book, when he feels - well, hears - hears the sloshing of me shifting positions in bed, specifically, and reaches his hand between my thighs to check if I'm dry, which I am - albeit not for long; T leaves his hand there for some time, likely weighing his options— To wake me, or not to wake me, that is the question / Whether 'tis nobler in the mind... —and decides to do the latter, which means one thing: he thinks I'm asleep. I'm very much awake. ***More experiences in story form soon, I promise! This took me way longer to write than anticipated, though, so I'm cutting myself off for the day, lol*** Xoxo, A
  3. This anthology series will follow a number of girls at the fictional Greatwestern University as they navigate their final year of school before they graduate. The characters will be recurring and several plotlines will be overarching throughout. This is my first ever writing attempt, so I apologize for the lack of structure and/or bad grammar. Feedback is more than welcome! The series is planned for approximately sixteen chapters, and the first six are written. I plan on posting two within the week, and then moving to a biweekly schedule after that. Occasionally a chapter will contain messing, but I will be sure to mention it at the start. Chapter 1: Drunk at The Hairy Cougars Labor Day Weekend festivities at The Hairy Cougars Nightclub marked the excitement of returning to school for many students at Greatwestern University in the city of Lockley. For Sarah Dalton, this was no different. Sarah was drowning in the pulsing music and flashing colored lights of the nightclub. Her body swayed with the music and the world seemed to be spinning away from her. She could feel the sweat on her forehead and the heat of the crowd around her but she didn’t care. She was alive in this moment and nothing else mattered to her drunken self, as she threw her head back, eyes closed and began to rhythmically grind her ass on the crotch of the cute guy behind her. The guy, Jackson, had been her crush since her first year of university but he had never paid her any attention. Now, on the first weekend of her fourth year, he was finally noticing her. Sarah had worked hard all year at the gym, and now the wasian brunette had a body that she was proud of. Her perky tits and medium sized ass looked excellent with her beautifully toned stomach and arms, and drunk Sarah was feeling herself. “Sarah!” someone seemed to call through her hazy mind. “Sarah!” Sarah opened her eyes and saw her best friend and roommate Veronica beckoning to her from a few feet away in the crowd. It helped that Veronica towered above much of the club at her height of 5 ft 11. The statuesque blonde looked stunning in her white jeans and red lace bralette. Sarah was envious of Veronica’s curves, and she knew that despite the fact that the girl’s were wearing the same outfit, Veronica’s ass looked way better than hers. Sarah cursed her drunk mind for envying her best friend as she finally acknowledged her. “Carrie and I are going pee, do you want to come?” Veronica shouted over the music. Carrie was another friend of theirs, a petite girl of Italian descent who had endless energy and even more sass. She was wearing a mini skirt with a white crop top that Sarah thought made her look like a first year. Sarah didn’t think she had to pee yet, but her drunk mind was having a hard time recognizing what her body wanted. Sarah had had 3 shots since her last trip to the bathroom… or was it 4? She couldn’t remember. Sarah knew her small bladder meant she should probably go now to avoid her discomfort later, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave Jackson. She finally had him where she wanted him and she didn’t want to let him go. Tonight was the night she was going to make him scream her name. As Veronica and Carrie disappeared into the crowd in the direction of the bathrooms, Jackson leaned in towards Sarah’s ear and shouted over the music “I’ve been meaning to ask you something”. Sarah’s heart fluttered as a wave of nervousness hit her, but her drunk confidence quickly returned to the surface. This was the moment she had waited 3 long and heartache filled years for. She had been with other guys, of course, but nothing compared to Jackson’s dreamy blonde curls, his soft smile and his warm blue eyes. She wanted him to herself so badly, and she had been so patient. “So… I noticed you and Ronnie are wearing matching outfits,” he began as he held her gaze, their hips swaying to the best of the music. Placing his hand on her lower back, he continued his question . “They look amazing! Ronnie looks like a goddess. Is it true she’s still single?” The question stabbed into Sarah’s chest like a hot knife. A sudden weight hit her stomach as she churned with anger. Why did her best friend have to be an absolute bombshell? Veronica didn’t even try and she got any man she wanted. “Yeah she’s still single,” replied Sarah “but she wouldn’t ever stoop as low as dating a guy like you.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Sarah regretted them, as Jackson’s face fell and his smile faded. “Oh… forget I asked,” he said sadly. Sarah, regretting her decision, immediately offered to buy him a shot. She charged off towards the bar, pushing through the crowd and dragging Jackson by the arm, and asked the bartender to pour two tequila shots with limes. The bartender obliged, but Jackson was shaking his head. “I’m okay,” he said. “You really don’t need to feel badly. It was stupid to think she’d be interested. And it’s not your fault. I should probably start slowing down my drinking though” Sarah rolled her eyes in frustration, downed both shots and called Jackson a party pooper. Within a minute, she immediately regretted her decision. Her head was spinning out of control and she stumbled away from the bar, away from Jackson and back onto the dance floor. She immediately grabbed the first guy she saw, a short fellow with brown hair and started dancing on him seductively. She glanced back to the bar and saw Jackson still staring at her, a concerned look on his face. She was happy to see that, and continued dancing, even as she was getting more and more dizzy. The world was starting to blur and colours kept flashing at the corner of her vision. The guy put his hands on her hips and Sarah tried to dance as sexily as possible. Then it hit her. Her drunk bladder was finally full to the brim with alcohol and it was at last able to get a signal through to her brain. She needed to pee worse than she had all night, but the numbness of her body made the urge seem insignificant. Besides, Sarah was determined to make Jackson jealous and she would not stop for such a stupid reason. She knew he was watching her. Five minutes elapsed as the need to pee worsened. Sarah could bear it no longer, so she quickly spun around and began kissing the brown haired guy, grinding his thigh into her crotch to alleviate some pressure. The guy kissed her back, surprised at how lucky he was getting, and began rubbing his thigh into her crotch to stimulate her sexual desires. Sarah moaned and the shock of his movement caused her to accidentally spurt into her panties. Her panties, red lace to match her bralette, were not holding back much pee at all and she knew it would show on her white jeans. In a panic, she disentangled herself from the guy and began frantically pushing through the crowd in search of the bathroom. Her head was spinning and the music was overwhelming her and she couldn’t think straight at all. She could not find the bathroom and she began to leak again. Frantically patting her crotch, she found a wet spot the size of a quarter. She jammed a hand in her crotch and began spinning around, trying to spot a bathroom sign on the wall. Suddenly girl grabbed her arm and asked if she was okay. All of the emotions, amplified by her drunk state, welled up inside Sarah and she felt herself starting to cry. “I really need to pee” she slurred. “Don’t worry,” said the girl. “The bathroom is right here!” Right here? Sarah didn’t think this was the bathroom but her mind was so crazed with desperation and so dulled by the alcohol that she decided to just trust the girl. She quickly undid her belt and the button on her white jeans, and in one fluid motion she yanked down her pants and underwear to her knees. The girl’s jaw dropped open in shock and horror and she quickly tried to shield Sarah, shouting “Not here sweetie! Not here!” But Sarah was too drunk to comprehend. The pee started to gush out of her, spraying the floor of the club with a loud splattering noise. The pee was also hitting the back of her jeans and shoes but she didn’t notice and didn’t care. The relief was nearly orgasmic. Suddenly someone was grabbing her by the armpits and someone else was yanking up her pants. “Sarah, stop peeing!” someone yelled, but Sarah could not discern who. The voice seemed to be coming from the end of a long tunnel. She tried to stop her stream but not before another 4 seconds of pee had jetted into her pants, soaking the gusset. She grabbed at her crotch as soon as the steak stopped, and her hand came back wet. Looking down, she saw that her entire crotch and butt area we’re soaked, and the white pants had become translucent. Her red panties were visible. She stifled a sob we the desperate need came crashing back against her floodgates. She jammed her left hand deep into her crotch as the world continued to spin. She felt the hands on her shoulders begin to lead her away and she began to waddle in the direction she was being lead. “Jackson…?” she called out confused. Mortified that Jackson was seeing her like this, Sarah began crying harder. “Jackson, please take me to the bathroom. I need to pee!” That’s when Sarah noticed a tall blonde girl yelling at a stocky tall man. “She’s with us! She’s my best friend! Don’t call the police, we’ll take her home!” “Veronica…?” Sarah mumbled. Was she yelling at a bouncer? “Come on Sarah,” Jackson said, but his voice seemed distorted somehow, more high pitched, through her stupor. “Stopppp, I wanna squat here,” Sarah moaned but Jackson’s arms kept dragging her forward. “No, we need to get you to an Uber,” the garbled voice replied from nearby. The hands led her through the crowd and out a door. The blast of cold breeze from outside only made Sarah’s desperation worse but she still tried to hold her pee. “Can I squat now?” she asked but the voice told her not to. “People are filming,” it said. Sarah was dancing frantically on the spot, both hands jammed into her crotch. “I never wanted you to see me like this,” she sobbed to Jackson. “I’ve always just wanted you to love me!” “Um… Sarah girly, I think it’s best if you stop talking. You don’t want to say anything you’ll regret tomorrow,” the voice said in reply, with a hint of mirth in it’s tone. Finally, a car pulled up and the arms pulled her into it. The driver shook his head upon seeing the state of Sarah and reminded them that if she puked, there would be a hefty cleaning fee. “Do you have a toilet?” Sarah slurred. “I need to use it, like nowww.” “You have to hold it for 6 more minutes Sarah,” the voice said. “You can do it. Let me distract you. Focus on me, not your bladder.” “Kiss me then, you moronnnn,” Sarah slurred, and she leaned in and closed her eyes. She heard Jackson sigh an annoyed sigh but he must have realized that it was the only way to keep her distracted. After a moment of hesitation, their lips met in a soft embrace. Jackson’s lips felt super glossy to Sarah. Was he wearing lipstick? She started to move her hand down towards his crotch but he grabbed her wrist and exclaimed, “whoa Sarah! Watch your hands!” She giggled and kept kissing him. He was an incredible kisser and she was so happy she had finally been able to kiss him. She heaved a sigh of relief that he hadn’t been grossed out by her whole ordeal and she relaxed in the moment. This was a mistake! A jet of pee shot out into her pants again, dripping through onto the seat. Sarah panicked. “Help me hold it!” she moaned to Jackson, sliding his fingers down to press against her crotch to reduce pressure. “Sarah! What are you doing?!” he yelped in his high pitched voice, as his fingers met the damp fabric. Then, as the Uber came to a stop, he announced with relief “We’re here!” Opening the car door and bolting towards her student house, Sarah was panicking. She teetered sideways and fell into her front bush, dropping her keys. Thankfully, Jackson scooped them up and began unlocking the door as she struggled to orient herself. She couldn’t see straight and Jackson had to basically drag her into the house. She could barely stand now as Jackson pulled off her shoes. She slipped on the kitchen tile in her wet socks, careening into the counter and banging her elbow. Jackson grabbed her waist and firmly steered her into the bathroom adjacent to the kitchen. Ecstatic at having made it, Sarah began feeling around for the toilet. Finding it behind her, Sarah went to undo her belt, but she could not figure out how it worked. She tried pulling it in several directions, her fingers fumbling with it over and over. Suddenly Jackson was there beside her. “Let me help,” he said with his weirdly high pitched voice. “NO!” Sarah gasped, starting to cry again. “Why not?” He asked, bewildered. With her chest heaving sobs, Sarah exclaimed “I don’t want this to be the way you first see me naked Jackson!” and she shoved him backwards, out of the bathroom. “Jackson?” Jackson asked in a confused voice. Only now Sarah noticed through her drunken haze that it wasn’t Jackson standing in front of her. It was Carrie, in her black mini skirt and white crop top! Sarah stared in absolute horror at her petite friend. Then it happened. Sarah’s body, worn out from holding so much alcohol for so long and reeling from the shock of the realization that she had made out with her friend, gave out completely. Pee poured out of her, saturating the inside of her thighs, swirling over her calves and pooling on the white tile floor. Her sobbing intensified as Carrie kept shouting for her to sit on the toilet. Instead she stood there, as if frozen, completely peeing herself. The warm sensation was spreading out and her pants were becoming increasingly saturated. She had been holding so much. She looked down at her legs and saw that her pants were almost entirely transparent. Carrie’s eyes were also fixated on her crotch, unmoving, watching the rivulets spiral outward. Finally, after 45 seconds, Sarah stopped peeing. That’s when she blacked out. —- The next morning, Sarah awoke in her bed completely naked. Her head was absolutely pounding and she had a vague recollection of peeing herself the night before. She opened her eyes hoping it had all been a dream. Unfortunately, in a pile in the corner of her room lay her soiled clothing from the events of the previous evening. She pulled the covers over her head, took a deep breath and then got up to go face her roommates. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she saw Veronica standing at the kitchen counter, with and ice pack being held to her arm and a black eye as she made a smoothie. “Oh my god, Ronnie, are you okay? What happened?” asked Sarah. Veronica smiled at her and joked “I think I should be asking you that question. I just got in a bit of a scrap with the bouncer. He was trying to call the police on you, Sare Bear! I told him I’d kill him if he did and he tried to throw me out. Sorry I couldn’t bring you home.” Sarah hugged her best friend, thanked her for standing up for her and then apologized profusely. “I’m sorry I got so drunk. I thought I finally had a chance with Jackson and then he told me he’s into you. I didn’t take it well…” Sarah said, her voice cracking with sadness. “Oh Sare Bear! I’m so sorry! You know I’d never make a move on your crush!” Veronica said in an attempt to comfort her. “I know,” said Sarah. “But I really thought I’d have a chance now.” “Well, if you stay as confident as you were last night, I’m sure things will work out for you eventually,” jested Carrie, entering the kitchen from the living room. Sarah flushed bright red and asked what Carrie was doing there, to which she replied she slept on the couch. “I’m so sorry about last night,” Sarah said. “I really thought you were someone else.” “No worries,” Carrie replied. Then, smirking at Veronica she said “Some parts of last night will stay our little secret.” Veronica gave the two of them an inquisitive look but knew not to pry. “I heard you peed yourself, Sare Bear,” she announced laughing. “And I’m thinking Piddle Pants makes for a good nickname for the kids to call you during Frosh Week!
  4. Hello, I found this video on Twitter. I don't know who it is, but what I do know is that it is a girl with a tremendous ass, enjoying her accident in her pink pajamas. twitter_20220708_010035.mp4
  5. I recently sat down and thought, "If I were to read the hottest omorashi fic ever, what would it be?" And this is what I came up with. Let me know how I did and what you thought! I know I had a lot of fun writing it. The two women stood on the sidewalk, their asses bobbing up and down as they knotted their legs around each other. They openly held themselves where they stood, so full of urine there was absolutely nothing else they could do to hold back. Kirsten was so full to bursting that she couldn’t stop rubbing herself through her panties. Tori’s normally huge bladder was threatening to humiliate her any second after all the beers she’d had to drink. The two of them stood mostly in one place, though pacing a bit as they tried to deal with their enormously full bladders. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuck” Kirsten groaned, knotting her legs together. “I literally can’t hold it Tori… oh god i wanna piss! I wanna piss so bad!!” Kirsten doubled over, writhing and touching herself in agony, her ass trembling. Tori could feel her body desperate to relieve its burden “Oh fuck yeah, i know what you mean girl, i gotta piss so bad right now!!” the truth was she had been feeling her bladder fill with urine for the past several hours, but was so distracted hanging out with everyone that she had forgotten to go. Then suddenly it was closing time, and Tori found herself out on the street on the verge of having an accident if she didn’t find a toilet soon. Kirsten saw a trio fo women emerge from an alleyway nearby, conspicuously straightening their clothes. She gave Tori a nudge. “Come on, let’s pee there!” Tori looked at Kirsten in shock. “For real?!” “Do you have any better ideas?” Tori had to admit Kirsten was right. With the ever mounting pressure in her abdomen she didn’t have time to be choosey. By the time they hobbled into the alley, Kirsten preparing to lift her skirt and Tori already unfastening her zipper, the disgusting alleyway was seeming like a better and better place to relieve themselves. They couldn’t stop talking to each other in frantic whispers about how badly they needed to piss, how full their bladders were, how close they were to wetting themselves. They didn’t even plan to take turns, neither of them could wait that long. Just as the two women got their garments removed and fell into a squat, a bright light came from the alleyway’s entrance. “Hey you two!” a male voice yelled. “I saw y’all! You better not be pissin’ back here!” They had both started to pee just as the voice yelled at them. Although denying themselves further relief felt like torture, the two women forced themselves to stop peeing and stood back up, rapidly fastening their clothes back on themselves, almost in tears from their stinging need to piss. Kirsten felt herself repulsed as a few scant trickles of pee ran down her legs. Neither of them could stand up straight anymore as they hobbled from the alleyway. “Fucking ass!!”Kirsten yelled behind her. The women had no choice but to wait for their taxi with absolutely swollen bladders. By the time their ride came, they were just glad to be able to sit down to hold themselves now, but the two women were still incredibly strained. Kirsten kept her right hand buried between her legs, pressed firmly and urgently into her pussy as she rocked back and forth in desperation. Tori writhed in absolute crossed-legs urgency, her mind so overtaken with the need to piss that she couldn’t stop rubbing herself. Her tummy was hard as a rock inside her jeans. At the first red light, the two women started to panic. “Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgooooddddddd!! I’m seriously gonna pee soon Tori!!” Kirsten squeeled. The truth was, she had just felt the slightest trickle dampen the crotch of her lacy blue panties. The feeling of the wetness between her fingers drove her mad with shame. How could she, at 25, be this close to losing control of her bladder? But Tori wasn’t faring any better. Her hand moving rapidly between her thighs, her legs twisting and knotting around each other, Tori didn't seem to be able to actually reply and hold her urine at the same time. Kirsten had noticed this before about Tori. Whenever she was extremely desperate in class, she would go completely quiet and Kirsten would have no idea what was up with her until she heard her friend’s explosive hissing pee in the bathroom right after class. “If you two make a mess, you’re paying for it,” the driver snarled. “Well please hurry!!” Kirsten yelled back. “I’ve gotta pee like right now! And my friend is about to burst!” “Yeah, I can see that! You two must be bustin’ alright!” The diver laughed. Tori writhed even harder in her seat, “oh gooodddddddd i’m gonna pee i’m gonna pee!” “Are your panties wet? “ the driver laughed, and tapped the camera pointedright at them. “Nevermind, I’ll figure it out.” “OH MY GOD, YOU’RE DISGUSTING!!” tori screamed. “Hey, I pick up people who have drunk too much all the time. Just protecting myself. So, are you two going to wet yourselves on camera in my backseat?” The two women shook their heads, though unconvincing. The driver cackled and made and adjustment to the camera. "Tell youtube how bad you gotta piss! Like, are you two even gonna make it? I’m seriously doubtful!” “Ugh, you fucking pig,” Kirsten snarled. “Hey, you’re the ones who barely seem to be house broken, I”m just enjoying the show! How much have you had to drink anyway?” The driver continued to taunt the two desperate women and recorded their squirming in his back seat. Somehow, by the skin of their teeth, the two of them made it the fifteen-minute ride to Kirsten’s house without fully wetting themselves. But neither of them were exactly dry anymore. Both of them were equally terrified and ashamed feeling their bladders leak the tiniest spurts of piss into their panties, knowing they were on camera. They both felt intense surges of desperation coming on faster and stronger than before. By the time they made it to their destination, they were practically humping the seats as they fought with their very last efforts to stay dry till they reached a toilet. “I should have you both show me your panties before you’re allowed to leave,” the driver smirked as they hurriedly and frantically exited the taxi. “Bet you two broke the seal back there!” The women flipped him off as they hurried away but didn’t waste anymore time on him. The absolutely urgent need to pee had overtaken all their thoughts. Kirsten could feel the gusset of her panties was soaked with piss, but she didn’t think it was enough to dampen the taxi’s seat. At least, she hoped not. The two of them ran, if you could call the hunched-over shuffling and stiff-legged gait they had to use “running”, as fast as they dared up to Kirsten’s front door. Tori was now swearing and moaning non-stop. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck i’m gonna wee myself, i’m gonna wee myself, i’m gonna wee myself!” “Me too!! Oh no where’s the key?” Kirsten truly started to panic now as she started going through her purse and couldn’t find the key. “What?! Kirsten you don’t have your house key?!” “No I have it!! I have it!!” Kirsten turned her purse upside down and shook it, sending makeup and different items scattering. “it has to be here!!” Tori was now a complete twitching, writhing mess of a person. Her legs knotted and unknotted repeatedly, her face was deeply scarlet as her hand pushed even harder into her pussy. Tori began to scream in horror at her friend. “Kirsten!! I can’t FUCKING believe you! I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I’m gonna pee, I”m gonna…” Tori suddenly trailed off, her eyes fluttering shut, and her lips parting. A look of sheer ecstasy crossed her face, followed almost instantly by the most furious hissing and splashing sound Kirsten had ever heard. She instinctively glanced down Tori’s legs and deeply regretted it. The young woman was peeing full-force into her shorts, hard enough to send a sputtering stream pouring directly from the crotch and showering the makeup Kirsten had just dumped on the porch. That was $40 worth of products she was never touching again. Kirsten hunched over, legs bouncing ceaselessly as she held herself, plugging her urethra shut with her fingers, her body spasming in full-bladder agony at the realization that Tori was pissing herself. “NOOOOOOOO TORIIIIII NOOOOOO YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME PEEEEEEEEEE!!!! UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!” Her deeply carnal moan was accompanied by a second thunderous stream of piss splattering in a waterfall between her legs directly onto the wood of the patio. Kirsten bucked her hips as she peed, her legs still crossed despite the massive flood happening in her panties, the front of her skirt held in place by both her trembling hands which were trying uselessly to stop herself from peeing. For what felt like an unspeakably long time, the two women flooded the porch with an incredible amount of pee. Neither of the women had ever wet themselves past kindergarten before, and they both had incredibly strong bladders normally, so their accidents after drinking that night were each a massive, torrential flood that could have soaked a whole room had they been inside. But after the initial horror at starting to piss themselves, the women felt themselves melting into the pure ecstasy of relief, unable to deny just how sweet it felt to finally pee even though it was completely humiliating. Kanzie felt the sheer ecstasy of her pee relief exploding inside her in a way she had never felt anything before, and staring at Tory as it happened, she was positive Tori felt the same thing. For another eternity, their urine splashed in two massive streams in a huge puddle on the porch, but by now the trickles were dwindling. The ecstasy was eroding into shame. And when people are ashamed, they tend to lash out. As their bladders began to approach empty, Kirsten attacked. “Tori!!! You made me pee myself!! I can’t believe you!” Tori groaned, piss still draining down her legs, “Uggghhh, I couldn’t hold it anymore okay?! And you lost your keys!” “Yeah, no wonder you couldn’t hold it! You must have pissed a fucking gallon!! Like, how do you even do that?!” “Speak for yourself!” “Ugh, fine, whatever.I think I know where the spare key is. Let’s get inside.” All too late, Kirsten got them inside.They took off their pee-soaked clothes in the bathroom and Kirsten put them in the wash while Tori showered. Both women felt a mix of confusion, disgust, and excitement that neither could begin to articulate. Both of them had strange dreams when they fell asleep that night, changed forever by their mutually-shared shameful experience.
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    Here is a HD video compilation of some of my favourite naughty wetting videos from 2020. A lot if them in public places outdoors and some indoors 😉 Heres hoping as the Lockdown starts to ease in 2021 in the UK that we can go out and nake some more naughty videos 😍 Hope you all enjoy 💚🔥
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  7. View File 🔥💚 Blue Jeans Wetting Compilation! Favourite Clips From 2020! Here is a HD video compilation of some of my favourite naughty wetting videos from 2020. A lot if them in public places outdoors and some indoors 😉 Heres hoping as the Lockdown starts to ease in 2021 in the UK that we can go out and nake some more naughty videos 😍 Hope you all enjoy 💚🔥 Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 04/04/2021 Category AliceWetting  
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    Very good visual novel, 4 endings for both urination and pooping. Language: JP Support author
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    This latest kinky compilation video contains 6 different car wettings videos filmed over a week. I wet myself lots of times including in my tight grey yoga pants, my ripped blue jeans, my tight brown jeans, my black thermal tights under my dress, and my tight blue jeggings. Watch me desperately squirm and soak all of them right there in the seat, and a also a little flash of my wet pink panties as I pull my tights down to show you the wet spot. Hope you all enjoy 💖
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  10. View File 💖 Alice HD Car Wetting Compilation - 6 Naughty Car Wettings This latest kinky compilation video contains 6 different car wettings videos filmed over a week. I wet myself lots of times including in my tight grey yoga pants, my ripped blue jeans, my tight brown jeans, my black thermal tights under my dress, and my tight blue jeggings. Watch me desperately squirm and soak all of them right there in the seat, and a also a little flash of my wet pink panties as I pull my tights down to show you the wet spot. Hope you all enjoy 💖 Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 01/10/2021 Category AliceWetting  
  11. So, today after work, me and my bf decided to go out for a quick bite in McDonald's after getting our weekly food shop. I had several tea's before coming out and the que for McDonald's was long. I was really desperate and the pressure in my bladder was starting to hurt but I was still stuck in the car in a long que at the drive thru. About 10 minutes later just before we could pay, I leaked a little bit and made a small wet spot in my tight ripped jeans. Just as we got to the car in front of us paying at the window, I totally lost it and couldn't hold it back any further and started losing in the seat! I panicked a little as there was no way I could stop it, so I just gave in and let it all out right there in the seat and emptied my bladder! I thought theres no point in stopping so I might as well just finish letting out the rest of my pee lol. I'm not sure if the girl serving us noticed as it was a little dark, but it was very noticeable and there was a big puddle in my seat! I guess I better clean the car tomorrow 🤭 This is the first genuine accident I've had for a few months now and omg it was such a thrill! I sat there and ate my food in the car in my totally soaked jeans, then we drive home and I had to walk about 10 minutes down the road to my house un noticeably wet jeans. It was a little chilly in wet jeans outdoors today too 😮 I was planning to make a video later and I just couldn't hold it! Sometimes an unplanned accident can be sooo much fun though! Kinda made me feel like a naughty girl sitting there in wet pants eating my fries though... 💜💜💜
  12. Starting my no potty weekend out with some cute light pink leggings! Will be posting the whole weekend and I’d love to hear from ya while I hold and wet 💛 twitter: @bettywets
  13. Hi guys! I've been utilizing the design features in Animal Crossing and found myself making my own personal desperation room. A pervert's paradise. Any ideas for what I could add?
  14. I dont drink often, but when I do... In this case, I am at an 8/10 for urge to pee, and I've already leaked a little in my pajama pants. Last night, I forgot I had to pee (I was too busy playing a game lol) and started peeing on my way to the toilet. I had to wash those pants . I'm 24 years old, I can't believe that even happened by accident. 😳 Now I'm sitting with my heel in my crotch and rocking back and forth to keep from peeing all over my pants and chair. I'll have to get to the toilet before going to sleep, but I can't guarantee I'll get to bed dry. So yeah I definitely started peeing on my way to the toilet again. I squirted a bit into my pants, and I'm feeling better. Its bed time, yall.
  15. I have been wondering if there are any woman out there that lined the seat of their panties with toilet paper because they had a pee accident in them. I never saw any videos where it was done. Anyone aware of such cases or it being talked about in other forums? Please let us know.
  16. I'm feeling slightly nostalgic this evening, possibly due to the glorious weekend weather we've had (here in the south of England at least anyway!) and as such I thought it would be an ideal opportunity to share one of my favourite ever desperate holds which resulted in a huge wetting accident. I'm in the mood to maybe have another hold this evening as it's been simply ages since I last had one. That depends how I feel over the next hour or so. Anyway here's the full story behind my wetting that day as well as a link to it if you'd like to see. Hope you all enjoy it! "I had met up with a good friend tonight at a local pub and although I had gone to the bathroom before heading out I decided that I wouldn't go to the toilet for the duration of the evening. Now to begin with this wasn't a problem and we had drunk 3 pints each without myself feeling the need to empty my bladder or use the bathroom. There was a good local band playing in the pub as well which contributed to the atmosphere and we were really enjoying ourselves. As we ordered a 4th pint each my friend told me that he would have to leave soon in order to catch the train home (he lives about a 20 minute train ride from me). This was probably just as well as mid way through my 4th pint I felt a distinct urge to go the toilet and I knew before long that due to the amount of beer I was consuming I was going to be pretty desperate soon enough (my friends don't know about my desperation fetish and I'd prefer to keep it that way!) We finished our pints and he head off back to the station and I told him that I would probably stay until closing to see the rest of the band's performance, hopefully he didn't notice me slightly squirming around in my chair as I said that. I ordered one more pint and enjoyed the band's cover of the classic Undertones track 'Teenage Kicks' all the while feeling a distinct and large growing kick of my own in my bladder which was quickly calling for release. After about 20 minutes I drained my beer saying goodnight to the local staff who know me quite well and hoped they didn't clock on to the fact that I was walking rather quickly as my desperation began to grow ever more urgent! My flat is about a 15 minute walk from the pub and I walked back quickly, occasionally grabbing my crotch as I did so as the pressure on my bladder began to increase and I realised I was at a solid 8.5 on my desperation scale and I should hurry home if I didn't want to have an embarrassing accident in the street on a Friday night. By the time I made it home and into the safety of my apartment I was clearly at a 9 and edging towards 9.5, my God did I have to pee but I decided to go onto my balcony for a cigarette ( a terrible vice of mine is that when I have a few drinks I have to have a few smokes). Going back into the cold air of a Friday night so soon after retreating to the warmth of my flat was a huge mistake and I thought I was going to lose control of my bladder there and then! I somehow managed to hold my pee, grabbing my crotch for dear life with one hand whilst the other soothed my nicotine desire as I puffed away on my cigarette. As I headed back inside and closed the balcony door behind me, I was faced with a stark choice; quickly run to the toilet to relieve my aching bladder or see my hold til the bitter end before wetting my pants. Well I'd had a few drinks inside me so I thought what the hell and decided to film my final frantic desperation. I honestly tried my best to hold my pee and ignore the frantic signals my bladder was giving me but it was no use. Within a short time, my body betrayed me and I began to feel a desperately relieving warmth spurt into my underwear and rapidly run down my legs. Oh God! The relief was incredible and so was the feeling of losing control of my bladder as I relentlessly and completely pissed myself. It just wouldn't stop! The rapidly gushing pee ran all down my legs completely soaking my pants and chinos and for over a minute and a half I emptied the contents of my bladder into my clothes. By the time I was finished, my poor chinos were just dripping with warm piss and I was just kneeling there in a huge soppy pissy puddle of my own making! Now I'm sitting back at my PC typing out the account of my evening knowing I should really go and change into some dry clothes but the feeling of sitting in my own wet soaking mess is incredible and I might just enjoy the feeling a little while longer. I can already begin to feel my bladder filling rapidly due to the amount of liquid I've consumed and I'm sorely tempted to just sit here and let nature take its course. I think by then I may have to take control of the other 'feeling' quickly growing and relieve myself of that particular tension as well. Of course that will result in a different sticky type of wetness altogether!!"
  17. Small introduction (the story is below so skip this first paragraph if you’re the tl;dr type): i wrote about this a very long time ago and the story got lost. This happened in my freshman year of college when me and my girlfriend at the time were 19. I remember always wanting to see a genuine accident, and for some reason she agreed to hold it. The rules were easy: drink enough to where you have to go but not too much. Wait a little while until it gets bad, but not too bad, and then we will hangout. The other was that she has to hold it and try to hold it no matter what even if it starts to come out. Last, I’m not supposed to know when so that it seems more real. Her roommates were gone for the entire week so she had a room to herself and invited me over after drinking quite a few liquids when we ate at a dining hall. Story description starts: To start this story I had just gotten back from lunch and played a game for about a half hour. Sarah (fake name for the real girl) had texted me but I didn’t pay any mind to it. I didn’t yet know that she had planned it for that day. I showered got out and saw more texts. The first was, “hey, wanna come over?” Which was the one I ignored. The next three while I showered were, “you may want to get over here soon.” “This is getting quite urgent” “come over here or I’m going to have to go before you’re here.” Now me not knowing what she planned I didn’t know where she was going, but I texted back and headed over. I was greeted to her in a green t-shirt, and slightly dark blue jeans (not too dark). Her underwear she had on were light blue cotton panties. To give a small description she was about 5’4, had blonde wavy hair, blue eyes, and was skinny/slender. She had about B cup breasts and her but was round and protruded slightly but was not voluptuous. She was good looking. The real story begins: So, after I got there she stated, “I was really starting to have to pee and would’ve had to go if you didn’t get here. It’s getting bad.” I got excited at the idea and proceeded to follow her to her room. She locked the door. She began to pace a little around her room until she stood still at the corner edge of her bed with her legs crossed. She had tried this before and left before it got bad, but even then she had stayed in one spot for a bit and crossed her legs to hold it while it got bad. She had told me while she had crossed her legs that it’s a comfortable position for her so that she doesn’t jolt her bladder. After a few minutes she began to put her left hand on her crotch while crossing her legs (she’s a lefty) and started to state that it was getting worse. She kept trying to check her phone to text people or check Facebook so she’d keep her hand in between her legs and would walk over, cross her legs and move her legs with her knee arched in and would switch legs, and then would proceed to walk back to the same spot and cross her legs again. I could see occasionally she would begin to squeeze a tiny bit harder with her hand. She began to walk slower to check her phone and stated it wasn’t getting a bit worse. At this point it starts getting even more interesting. She seemed a bit more frozen in place and looked at me and asked, “how am I suppose to check my phone? This got really bad” and then breathed a little sharply, increased the pressure of her hand and leg slightly and looked at me. I stated, “well why not use both hands? The pressure should subside a tiny bit, then you can go over and check your phone and position yourself just like you are here.” So she put her right hand over her left and uncrossed her legs and walked over to her phone (it was about 6 feet away from where she stood so not far) and did a small dance that looked like a jog on the way over and giggled a little at what she called her own ridiculousness. She then did the same thing walking back over. She hung her head down for a second and squeezed a little harder clearly starting to feel the urgency. She told me she can’t believe she’s still holding it and felt her own bladder then told me to feel it. It was as hard as a rock almost to her belly button. That bladder was full and she looked like the pressure was intense. She crossed her leg again and stated she couldn’t really move too much anymore. As this continued she began to hunch a little more as the pressure increased. She starting having to switch hands as the pressure she was using to hold herself turned her knuckles white and when she switched hands her legs relaxed from what looked like an iron locked grip on each other. She began to hunch over slightly in a way that I could see were slight bladder spasms and her eyes would squint as she clenched and her breathing would become harder during those times. One time in particular she bent forward suddenly and exclaimed “ow ow ow!!” She had bent so suddenly she got a back cramp. I had hugged her to give back support and massaged the cramp. She said, “this is the worst I’ve had to go in my whole life” and recounted some stories of where she’s felt a bladder spasm like this but always went when they weren’t as intense because she would read and be so into the book. She then went back to staying slightly hunched over and switching her hand once in a while. The best way I could describe this is that over the course of this entire time she began to look more like a cork that was going to explode. Her leg was locked in place and her hands were white with the pressure she was putting on herself. She was giving it her all to hold it. I could tell that it was getting worse and worse. She was more quiet and stiff in her position besides her body’s movements. Her breathing began to get harsh as she bent forward again with her hand turning white. She looked at me and stated, “This isn’t going to work much longer.” She then bent forward again and I could hear her strained breathing. I asked if a little had already come out and if her underwear was wet at all and all she’s could do was shake her head slightly yes. No leaks were visible but very tiny ones had happened. I took a few steps back because I wanted to watch her whole body react to the inevitable. She stated that she literally could not move and was locked in a hunched over position. She then gasped a little and in the in between switched her hand back to her left (clearly trying to get the max pressure relief from her dominant hand) and then stayed in that hunched over position. Then she exclaims “Are you kidding me?!? I already stopped it twice!!” And I could see a drop starting to come from the back of her pants. She kept her legs crossed very tightly and continued to put pressure on her hand. It stopped for a second and then it spread more until it covered her from her butt to her feet. A puddle had started to form at her feet. Up until that point she’s kept her hand hard pressed trying to stop it. “Ew ew ew!” She exclaimed as she removed her hand clearly losing control. Then she said “I give up” because it had already come out and she wasn’t able to stop it. I thought she would’ve leaked once with how hard she was trying but I guess all that effort lead to an inevitable soft explosion instead. It didn’t come out too violently as she had tried to hold through the flood but a lot did come out in the end. She stated that she tried her absolute hardest but that it was unstoppable. She took off her pants revealing her soaked underwear and she then left and took a shower. Our afterstory remains ours after that. The last part of the deal was that after she actually succeeded in doing this then I would too to keep things “even” in a sense. My own experience was a bit interesting as well. Let me know what you think! I haven’t shared anything in a very long time, but I hope this was worth the read. I tried being descriptive even in the parts where not too much occurred. Signing Off, Cool Bro.
  18. A simple question really. What has been your best ever wetting experience? This could be a personal wetting that you had, or your partners, or one you witnessed which has stayed with you for a long time. It could even be a clip you saw online. Personally, my best ever wetting experience was a very long desperate hold I did over a year ago after meeting a friend for a few drinks at a local pub. I never planned to have a hold that night, so in a way the spontaneity of the whole event made it even more special. To cut a long story short, I met up with a friend to have some drinks and watch some live music yet it turned out to be one of the most incredible, wet and arousing experiences of my whole life. I ended up drinking far more than I had planned and staying out much later as well which ended in a very desperate walk back to my flat which resulted in a huge accident which I recorded as by that stage I was feeling drunk and naughty enough to do so!) To this day, I don't think I'll ever have another experience like it but my God it was a great night. Here's the link to the film I recorded together with a more detailed backstory of just what occurred that night...!
  19. This is an incident i witneessed some years ago, when i was in college. It was early in june and i had just gotten back to my home town for summer holiday. I was at a shopping center, where i had been having a coffee with one of my friends. Now i was going for a round doing some purchases. But first, i went to the toilet, as per orders from my body. At this time there was toilets located in three spots at the shopping centre:A unisex and HC toilet at the first floor, male and female toilets inside a cafe in the 2nd floor, and a single HC/unisex toilet at the 2nd floor.I went for the double unisex/HC toilet at the first floor, as it was the closest one. Which turned out beeing a very good choice. As soon as i got there i spotted i girl i knew from before: Her name was Bente. I think she was around 20 years old at this point. She stood at the end of the line for the toilet. There was 6-7 people in front of her. She is an ex-girlfriend of one of my friends. The first thing i noticed was that Bente stood with her legs very tightly crossed. She was leaning her upper body slightly forward and holding a hand between her thighs. I greeted her. She replied with a single "Hi". Her face looked very uncomfortable. And her body seemed very strained. She stood completely stiff with her legs tightly crossed. One hand between her thighs and the other one she held on the side of her hip. I think she was also biting her lip. It didn't take many moments before i realized that she was really desperate for the toilet. There was a gap in the line in front of her. Just like the line had moved forward, but Bente had stayed in the same spot. She glanced towards the two toilet doors. I tried starting a conversation with her. But her replies was short. She wasn't very talkative. She looked anxious. Soon she sighed and squeezed her legs harder together. She got a frantic look in her face for a few seconds. A pee-pee urge must have hit her. She wasn't pee-pee dancing at all, she just stood completely stiff. She glanced down on her thighs for a moment, and her face filled with fear. Then she glanced towards the toilet doors again. Soon one of the toilet doors opened and a person came out. The line moved forward. Bente sighed again, as she once again squeezed her thighs hard together. Shortly after, Bente moved a few steps forward, to close the gap in the line. Maybe she did it to ensure no-one came and took her spot in the line. Or maybe she did it because she was so desperate that she had to move a bit. Her steps was quick and strained. She positioned herself with her back leant against the wall. Then she crossed her legs very tight in a quick move. I got a short glimpse of her crotch. There was no signs of wetness. Or at least not yet... It didn't take long before Bente started looking more anxious again. She squeezed her legs harder together. Then she leaned a little forward and slid her hand in-between her thighs again. For the next 2-3 minutes Bente looked more and more anxious. She squeezed her thighs harder together several times. She sighed a few times and looked generally very nervous about not being able to hold it. Then, after 2-3 minutes her behaviour changed: She sighed again, as she once again squeezed her thighs harder together. Then she moved the hand she had between her thighs further up. She was almost holding her crotch now. And her facial expression changed into panic. I think she must have realized that the line was too long for her in this situation. She wouldn't be able to hold it. She would pee herself on the spot any moment, if she stayed here any longer. After not more than half a minute in this condition i heard her say "Nei!" / "No!" silently to herself. Then she went away. She was walking fast. Her moves looked very stiff. I saw rush up the escalator nearby. She must have been heading for the toilets upstairs, at the 2nd floor. The closest one would be those inside the cafe. As i stood there in the line i wondered how it had ended. Had she been able to reach the toilet in time? Or had she started leaking before she got there? Or maybe there was a line upstairs too? I really wanted to know. It wasn't very far to the closest toilet. It was up the escalator, then around 30 meters. And at the toilet inside the cafe there was less likely to be a line, i concluded. At this point i believeed that i was never going to find out. After my toilet break i went into a shop nearby. I had the escalator in view, so i kept half an eye in that direction while looking for the items i was going to buy. Just in case i would get another glimpse of Bente. And after some minutes i spotted her again. She was halfway down the escalator when i saw her. And what i saw answered all my questions: Her jeans was wet. She had peed herself. And not just a little bit. She had had a quite big accident, i would say. She was wet from her crotch and all the way down to her shoes. The wetness covered parts of the front of her thighs and legs. Equal amounts of pee seemed to have flowed down each of her legs. But still, the huge pee stain was quite assymetrical and chaotic: She was wet on the inside of her legs all the way down. She had a huge wet patch around her crotch. And she had several wet streaks running to the sides of her thighs and legs. With several small streaks and patches scattered around. It really looked like she had peed herself while walking, judging from the shape of the wetness with all the streaks running in different directions. Or alternatively, peeing uncontrollably while desperately trying to pull down her jeans, leading to the streaks and stray patches. I couldn't resist looking at her from inside the shop as she came down. At the first floor, at the bottom of the escalator two other girls was waiting for her. I recognized them too, from the time when Bente was together with one of my mates. Maybe they had been waiting for her there all the time? I hadn't noticed them when i passed the area... As she met them i got a glimpse of her back: She was very wet on the backside of her thighs and a bit up her bum. She wad wet streaks running down her legs, below her knees. And a lot of smaller patches scattered around her bum all the way up to her waist. She had peed herself big time. The three girls stood there chatting for a minute or so. Bente looked quite embarrassed, standing there with pee-soaked jeans in public. The wetness was quite visible, even though she was wearing dark blue jeans. After a around a minute the three girls went in the direction of the exit.
  20. This story is about the first time i witnessed a girl pee herself. Or, to correct myself, the first time i saw a girl above 18 have an accident, actually. The ones where the girl is old enough for me to allow myself to post about it... She was 18 or 19 at this point. In secondary school we were in the same class, and i remember several incidents where she got seriously desperate for the toilet back then. In high school she was in my parallell class, but we shared some subjects, though. Her name is Eva. It was the third year in high school. It all happened early in the winter, in one of the breaks. The last short break before lunch. I still remember this incident as if it was today, as it was a very memorial one. The first time i got evidance that grown up girls also have accidents every now and then. Me and a clss mate was heading towards the "smokers corner" at one of the side entrances of the high school building. Inside the building, next to the entrance i spotted Eva and another girl from a different class. They were standing there, chatting. I think Eva's friend had a crush on my class mate at this point. As we proceeded and passed them i remember that Eva was standing with her legs maybe a little unnaturally wide. I saw that she crossed them for a moment and then shifted her weight around during the 10 seconds i had her in view, before we got outside. Squirming around on the spot, which i learned was a clear sign of needing to pee. My classmate stumbled across a friend as we got outside, and they started chatting. Maybe a minute later Eva and her friend came out. They walked the 15 m down the path from the entrance door to the asphalt when Eva suddenly and bruntly stopped. She stood with her legs very tight together. Her face was troubled, and she was holding her hands against the sides of her thighs. She stood like this for some time, maybe half a minute or so. She was blocking the path for other students. Her friend had turned around and was glancing at her. They exchanged a few wods that i couldn't hear. Moments later Eva took a few steps before she once again stopped. She got completely stiff where she stood. She held her legs tight together and her face had gotten very troubled. She was wearing a long jacket that covered her jeans down to just above her knees. It was when she stood like this, apparently paralyzed, that i noticed it: Two dark spots had appeared on her jeans. Or streaks. One on each leg. On the inside of her thigh. Starting from the bottom of her jacket and ending at her knees. At first i thought it must be a shadow. I have been tricked by that before. Many times. But just a few seconds after, the streaks started growing. Eva was still standing completely stiff, and her face became even more troubled. The dark streaks were growing. They ran down the insde of both her legs. A little bit further down on the left side than on the right. This was when i realized that she was peeing in her pants. I could not believe what i was witnessing and ended up glancing quite much at her. I don't think Eva noticed. She had bigger worries now. She looked paralyzed. Eva seemed to be in her own world as she was struggleing to stop her peeing. Shortly after she proceeded towards her friend. They chatted a bit. Eva looked down on her legs. They were obvioussly wet. She looked quite dejected. And embarrassed about what just happened. But still, they both lit a cigarette. They were chatting silently. Eva seemed a little upset, glancing down on her wet pants regularly. I could not take my eyes away from her wet legs. She stood with her feet apart. She was far from happy, that was easy to see. After a couple of minutes Eva started movig a little on the spot. She squirmed around for some time. She still kept her legs apart, looking quite uncomfortsble. Eva was shifting her weight around constantly. She still needed to go, apparently. After a short while she quickly went a few meters over to a bike stand. She partially stood, partially sat, resting her bum on the baggage seat of one of the bikes parked there. She held her legs crossed at her ancles. The buttons of her jacked weren't done. Therefore her jacket slid apart, exposing the part of her jeans that had been hidden. Unfortunetely for Eva this exposed her pee stained pants completely. She was wet all the way up to her crotch. Her friend joined her and they continued chatting, finishing their cigarettes. After a minute or so Eva glanced down on her thighs. I think she now realised that her jacket had slid open, and she was exposing her accident to everyone nearby. She blushed as she realized, then she pulled her jacket together. Just seconds later it slid apart again. She quickly pulled it together again, and did the buttons. The next few minutes it was very hard for me to take my eyes away from Eva. I had seen her desperate several times in high school, but i hadn't seen her pee her pants. Not until now. Me and my friend went back inside after we had finished smoking. I went down to the hallway. Down in the hallway close to the canteen, and the toilets i spotted Eva again. She was coming from the floor upstairs, where the side entrance is. She passed me and headed directly to the ladies room. I didn't see her anymore that that day, so i guess she went home after the incident. The rest of the day i couldn't focus on anything else than Eva's pee accident. And the fact that i had experienced that witnessing pee accidents wasn't only limited to my dreams. It could happen in real life too. I had seeen some aftermaths of wettings before this, but this was the first time i witnessed the wetting itself.
  21. I was coming home from a long day at work planning on wetting myself when I got home so I Haddent peed all day waiting to get home to just let it all rush out and into my pants and down my legs it was 6:30ish and my desperation scale was at about a 8/10 I was a big fidgety trying to hold it in alresdy. It was a warm summers evening and I had my windows down letting the breeze flow through the car, I was wearing my black work pants and black work shoes, being I was on my way home from work. I decided to stop by the dollar general to grab a soda and some snacks for the night and kinda let my bladder get as full as it can, inside my neighbor was grabbing some things and her and I have been friends for years, she knows about my fetish and she is into it too being that we have both peed for each other in the past, she saw me and ran and hugged me. She started talking and talking and before I knew it, it was 7:10 almost an hour had passed and we were still talking, I was at about a 9.5/10 and not in starting to hold myself and cross my legs to keep from peeing my pants in the middle of the store, she could tell I was in need of a bathroom and she was starting to get turned on by my desperation. She asked if I was okay and gave me this smirk like she use to do before she would pee herself. I told her I would be fine if she would let me go (I really wouldn't be fine, there was no way I would make it home having to go this bad) she said she would let me go and we said our goodbyes, as we said goodbye she whispered in my ear I miss the old days (knowing what she was talking about I told her to text me and we would do it again one day) after she walked away I was desperate to find a bathroom there was no way in hell I could make it home, I figured I'd do it another day. I went to the back and the men's were out of order and the ladies was occupied, at this point I didn't care what gender bathroom I was going into. I knocked and I heard just a second, about 3 minutes later I knocked again and she said I'm almost finished, i am now bouncing up and down doing the "pee pee dance".. I get a text and its from my neighbor asking if I found a bathroom yet and I said yes but it is occupied, she replied with aw that sticks, better not wet your pants. After I read that I heard a voice from inside go it would be ashame if you wet your pants. I knew it was her at this point making me suffer.. I told her it wasn't funny that I was seriously about to flood my work clothes. I heard the door unlock and she opened it and said only way I was coming in is if she got to stay and watch. Now normally I would have said no but I was so desperate 10/10 to go I said f*ck it and rushed in, I lifted the toilet seat when she closed the door and came up behind me and pulled me away from the toilet and said piss your pants, kinda confused I asked why, she said for old times sake, you're wearing black nobody will notice, so I did for her wouldn't be the first time and wouldn't be the last, I just released all my piss into my work clothes and onto the floor it created a huge puddle all around my feet, my neighbor then Came onto me and and started rubbing my crotch and kissing me, we left the store and I met her at her house where we made love through the night. (Now I Haddent met the girl from my previous stories at this time! I'm not a cheater just to Clearify) Thanks for reading another wetting experience, I am going to have to start wetting more often so I have more stories I am running out of ones worth telling!
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