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  1. View File wetting my wide leg gray pants in public Hi everyone! This was my first public wetting (recorded). I really enjoyed holding my pee, but i need to practice more on how to hold my phone subtly so i can record from a good angle and in long intervals. Besides that, i really loved the experience, people were so aware and curious about my accident and wet pants while i got back home, the spot i found to have my accident was perfect in lighting and confidentiality, and i noticed something pretty cool about these pants; they don't get wet right away, but once they absorb any liquid, they take a looong time to dry up, the wetting spot stays on it's initial shape and size for at least 20 minutes, and they made A LOT of noise when i peed myself, hope you have a good ear and can hear that wonderful hissing sound, so i'm definitively going to have another public accident in them soon. I wanted to record my wet pants right after wetting, but someone was passing by and i had to cut, thankfully i had emptied my bladder already, but next time i'm going better prepared, and won't stop recording, so i can get the people's reaction on my way home. With that said, i hope you enjoy this little video and i'll try to upload my next video as soon as i have it recorded TwT Submitter MsApril Submitted 06/14/2022 Category Female  
  2. So, I'm currently on a tour. And where I'm traveling through has a lack of toilets. Lots of greenary and shops are found in long intervals. Even then most shops don't allow you to use their restroom. Some pay to use toilets can be found. But they are super gross and you also have to pay $1 for using them. We ourselves were having a hard time managing. In short, it's a toilet crisis over here. With that said, It was a sunny day. Around noon. I stopped for buying some snacks and tea. After a while, a white van also stopped not so far from us. A girl came down from the van. She was wearing a red crop top and a brown pleated skirt. Probably a tourist like us. She entered the shop but didn't buy anything. Just looked around. She was fidgeting a bit which got me curious. I watched her as she went back to her van. She was constantly fixing her skirt for some reason. I sat on the table outside the shop. She entered the van but got off again in a hurry. She looked around a bit and walked hurridly towards the side of the road. To my surprise! OH MY GOD! She was leaking! I could faintly see but I'm sure she leaked from the way she walked. She reached under her skirt to pull down her underwear and just let go standing. She sat down immediately with her skirt hiding her underwear and privates. From the slight glimpse of when she was standing, I think the undies were white, not sure. She let out a big stream which I could see very clearly. Followed a bit of spraying at the end. She got up. Pulled her underwear up amd hurried back to the van while fixing her skirt. They left the place shortly after that. I was shocked at what I witnessed. I never thought I'd get to see a public wetting irl. And in the middle of nowhere. (You can tell how excited I am by me resetting my password just to login here after ages just to make this post) Bonus: After having the snacks I actually walked up there where the girl sat. And yes there was indeed a wet patch on the road. There were bits of wet spots along the way supporting my theory of her leaking on the way. Witnessing that is giving me an urge to pee outside. But I'm not bold enough to try something like that. What do I do? ><
  3. You stand still in front of them legs wide open, bladder full with four pints' worth of beer and liquid – never had to go so bad before – excited like that one time you tried and tried to let it go though your Pride, rock-solid and your Dick, rock-hard collided collided collided collided and wetting was no more. Just a fart came out instead Pride had won: the flow was stemmed. I watch you from a distance – legs wide open, bladder full – tonight you're gonna wet yourself in front of all these people you don't know. DO IT! Four pints'worth of beer and – DO IT! Just a fart came out inst – DO IT! Your dick [MY DICK!] rock hard – DO IT! I stand still in front of them four pints of beer and pride and liquid and pride excited like that dick [YOUR DICK! MY DICK!] one time I tried and tried and tried and – — Warm embrace, sweet relief down my pants like a thief stealthy, wet, copious piss down my pants – pure bliss. I opened my eyes and realized what I'd always fantasized – Hug me! Kiss me! Hold my hands – "Baby, I've wet my pants."
  4. Hello everyone. As promised, here's my first story. A few introductory words: It is set in northern Italy in a fictional town called Bresmona. As a result of the Decorum Act, public urination is now a much worse offense than it used to be. The local mayor has just created the Decorum Patrol, a private police force with the objective of keeping the streets of Bresmona clean and safe. The story centers around a group of high school boys who recently turned 18 and play soccer in a local team, and their social lives. In this first part you'll get to know Luca, his friend Alex and the girls Gloria and Laura. It's a Saturday night near the end of May, and The boys are going to a party at Cascina 99, a local discotheque. It is the place to be on a Saturday night, and the girls are waiting for them inside. Alex and Luca have loaded up on booze in order to get to the party with the right kind of buzz. This story contains vulgar language and swear words, because I have tried to make the characters sound realistic. I apologize for the inevitable misspellings and mistakes. This is it. I hope you enjoy it! 1. "A NIGHT TO REMEMBER" "Ohh yes!" He moaned in relief as a super powerful jet of beer piss came pouring down on the dirt in front of him. His legs spread apart like a good boy, so as to keep his piss from splashing back on his brand new shoes. They were in complete darkness, almost. "Dude, where THE FUCK are you? I can't see shit in here" Luca hissed frustratingly at his friend Alex as he tried to find a way through the trees. They'd loaded up on booze and had been drinking the whole night. They wanted to make sure they'd arrive at the party with the right kind of buzz. Which means now both had to piss like a racehorse. "Fuck you man, you're already pissing! You could've waited for me a second. Holy shit I'm fucking pissing myself here." "Ohh yes. Fuck!" Alex ignored his friend's comment, still moaning in relief, his jet still going strong. "Did we really need to hide this far for a fucking piss?" Asked Luca as he got ready to finally relieve himself "It's the fucking Decorum Patrol" replied Alex "you get caught pissing in public and you get a pretty fucking hefty fine." His stream finally died down. "I don't know about you man, but I got some money in my pocket and last thing I want to do with it is give it to them fucking Decorum faggots." He put his dick back in and zipped up. At his feet, a piss lake replaced the previously dry soil. "Come on, let's go. What? You still gotta piss? Hurry up!" "Look who's talking! You took your sweet time to piss and now you're telling me to hurry up." Luca had just unzipped when suddenly a man's voice broke out: "HEY!" "FUCK!" Luca immediately zipped back up. A flashlight was trying to locate the boys' position among the trees. "Come over here right now. You too." Alex and Luca sheepishly emerged from the trees. A man not much older than them, probably in his mid twenties, was standing still with a flashlight in his hands. Dressed in a black uniform, black cargo pants, on the tight side. On his chest, "Decorum Patrol" written in a yellow font that looked kinda cheesy for a police force. "What are you guys doing?" "We were trying to see what was there behind those trees." Alex came up with the lamest excuse ever. "There's nothing to see there. It's a big park, there's no lights and I don't want you to get hurt. Either go back to the Discotheque or get out of here." "Yes sir." "Come on. Move." So they walked the trail back to the Disco. "Fucking faggots. What the hell do they care if a man takes a fucking piss?" Alex complained while casually touching his crotch from time to time. A last drop of piss had escaped into his underwear. Thank goodness he was wearing black boxer briefs. He planned on getting laid tonight. As for Luca... He was in a much worse situation. He felt like his bladder was about to explode. His mind had been sending signals to his body that it was finally time to pee, but now the Decorum officer had thwarted his plan when he was almost starting to go. "Yeah at least you fucking pissed. I need to go BAD." "Oh come on quit bitching, just use the bathrooms inside." Replied Alex. Thankfully they'd bought the tickets to the event in advance, which meant less queuing for them to do. But queuing still. Luca made sure to stand slightly behind Alex. He crossed his legs and squeezed his dick multiple times, trying to be as discreet as possible. His desperation came in waves, and when it hit, it was almost impossible for him to stand still. He hadn't been this desperate in a long time. It suddenly reminded him of times when he pissed himself as a kid. It unlocked forgotten memories, such as that time he completely disgraced himself in 5th grade coming home from a school trip. He remembered thinking 5th grade was way too old for a kid to wet himself. Was he... Was he gonna wet himself now? At 18? Pfff. No way. He wondered why he even considered it a possibility. He was a MAN. A man with a pretty hot chick waiting inside for him. What the hell was he doing thinking about pants pissing and 5th grade? Fuck that! The line quickly dissolved. They showed their tickets to the bouncer and entered. ________ The building was packed with young and gorgeous human beings of both sexes. The air was hot and hormones filled the room. Everybody was dancing, or trying to dance, or trying to impress the person they wanted to bang. Each body oozing sexual energy. Each mind dominated by transgression. Loud music and strobe lights overwhelmed the senses. "I need to go find Laura. She's waiting for me by the fake palm trees. Meet me at the counter later. Remember we got a free drink with the ticket!" And with that, Alex disappeared into the crowd. Now that Luca was alone, he couldn't help holding himself even more blatantly. "FUCK I need a piss" he thought. "I need to find a bathroom asap." It wasn't his first time here, but it was his first time needing to use the bathroom facilities. He knew it was easier said than done. There would always be a pretty long line at both the men's and the women's. Alcohol knows no genders, and two bathrooms weren't enough to deal with this many young adults and their full bladders. He made his way into the crowd to reach the men's bathroom. With each step he felt his bulging bladder hit against his belt. He tried to walk somewhat normally, but it was difficult. All that beer wanted out. NOW. Thankfully the darkness made it easier for him to go unnoticed. He distractedly bumped into a pretty heavy guy: "hey man, what's your fucking problem? You got a problem with me?" "Fuck – hey I'm sorry man" The guy squared him up for a second, then let him go: "Fuck you. Get the fuck out of here." Luca proceeded in the direction of the bathroom and didn't look back. This confrontation had increased his need to piss even more. He was young, athletic and had a pretty big sense of pride. Normally he wouldn't let random people talk shit to him. He thought he could put up a fight. But not tonight. He was about to piss himself. Ain't nobody ever won a fight by pissing himself. he would have disgraced himself in front of a total strang—oh shut the fuck up! He shushed himself in his thoughts. "Nobody pisses his pants at 18. It's ridiculous." And the bathroom situation was just what he expected. A long line of boys waiting to empty their bladders. His need had escalated even more. Suddenly He felt a sharp pang of desperation travel through his bladder, from his bladder to the shaft, and from the shaft to the tip of his manhood. "Oh shit shit SHIT –" all good. He was back in control of his bladder. "That was close" he thought. "Heyyy!" He heard a female voice rise up from the noise. He turned around and there she was. Gloria, the reason he came here tonight. The short but voluptuous brunette he'd been trying to bang for almost a month. "Heeyy! Where have you been? Laura, Alex and I have been waiting for you by the counter. Come on, let's go get something to drink!" "Fuck" he thought to himself. What now? Should he tell his date he was about to piss himself? Not a great move. And even if he did, he would still have to wait at least another 15 minutes here in front of this fucking bathroom. The line was moving pretty slow. Fuck! He knew it. He should have pissed before coming here. He was so fucking close if it hadn't been for that stupid Decorum motherfucker. He didn't say anything, just put on a fake smile while Gloria grabbed his veiny hand and dragged him away. "I love your shirt" she had to shout to make herself heard while they crossed the dancefloor to get to the bar. "and this... is this One Million? Mmm it's my favorite perfume 😋" Luca was glad to know it. Only... He just hoped One Million wasn't going to turn into One Piss. They got to the counter where Alex and Laura were waiting for them. "Finally! Dude Where the hell have you been?" "Just... I was... Looking... Tryna... Whatever, nevermind" Luca was trying as hard as he could to not show weakness, but his confused reply and body language gave it away. Alex remembered his friend hadn't been able to pee earlier on. He put two and two together. Luca was still bursting for a piss. "FOUR MOJITOS" Alex shouted to the bartender. "Shit" Luca thought to himself. He liked mojito alright. But he sure was not in the mood for any liquid right now. Let alone a fucking mojito. "There you go guys" the waiter placed four ice cold mojitos on the counter, a black plastic straw sticking out from each one. As soon as Luca picked up the glass, the coldness of it travelled though his veins all the way to his bladder. It was like having a little spirit poke his bladder with a needle. He instantly crossed his legs hard, trying to squeeze his bulge with his inner thighs as hard as he could. "Anything wrong?" Gloria asked him. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him. So pretty, so handsome. A white, very elegant Ralph Lauren shirt. A nice complementing pair of jeans. Brand new sneakers, whiter than snow. And underneath... A glorious body shaped by the soccer gods. WHAT A MAN! "Nothing" he replied. "It's the drink... Wow, it's pretty cold" "Yeah, no shit it's cold" he immediately thought to himself "it's full of ice, it's a mojito, what the hell did you expect?? Fuck, I need to FUCKING PISS!!! I can't even think straight. Fuck!" Laura whispered something in Gloria's ears, and Luca immediately took advantage of the situation sneaking a hand in his pocket and giving his dick a big squeeze while Gloria wasn't looking. He tried to look over the dancefloor in the direction of the bathroom. Yep. Hard to see from here, but there's definitely still some people waiting outside. "Hey... Let's go dancing!" Gloria and Laura were desperate to get on the dancefloor with their new boyfriends. The loud music, the chaos, the flickering lights, the smoke, the strobo... What better way to get intimate with them. Luca was also desperate... but a different kind of desperate. Gloria briefly caressed her womanhood. She was definitely not dry down there. "Yeah! Let's go!" And so the girls dragged their boyfriends on to the dancefloor. The DJ had just put on a new song. A remixed version of the 1990s hit "What is love" now filled the room. Alex and Laura disappeared into the crowd. Gloria put her arms around Luca's neck. The strobo lights made it look like a sequence of still shots. Her eyes and smile had LOVE written all over them. She pushed her womanhood close to Luca's bulge and gave him a passionate kiss. Luca was not enjoying it as he should. His dick was limp and unresponsive. His mind was focussed on one thing. I NEED TO PISS. They fiercely made out. She kissed him on his lips, then french kissed, then she kissed him on his neck leaving him a lipstick-tinted love bite. She was the one taking the initiative. He felt like a ragdoll. The music got quieter. Everyone was singing along to the lyrics: "What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more... No more No more No more No more More More More More More more more more More more more more MoMoMoMo MoMoMoMo MOMOMOMOMOMOMOMO –" as the DJ was ready to drop the beat, it happened. Luca felt a shiver in his bladder and down his spine. A warm sensation in his boxer briefs. His mind had yet to register what was happening. Gloria was standing still in front of him, smiling and looking him in the eyes, her arms still around his neck, when a powerful jet of piss erupted from his member, washing his scrotum, licking his butthole and quickly saturating his underwear with piss. Then flowed down both of his legs with great force, drenching both the front and the back of his jeans. It was a flood. The piss rapidly got to his socks and pooled inside his shoes. A steady trickle of piss flowed from his left cuff down to the floor, creating a big puddle of piss. He was pissing himself. At 18. In front of his girlfriend. He tried to stop the flow, but his contractions only made the piss flow out of his cock even faster. There was no stopping this. The beat dropped, and Luca was still pissing. After three or four bladder spasms, which sent an additional load of piss down his pants, he was finally finished. He wiggled his toes and they were in a pool of piss. Touched his crotch with his left hand – soaked. He moved his hand back where his butthole is – soaked. The inside of his legs – soaked. He had just pissed himself. Period. His mind was going a 100 miles an hour. Now relief, now embarrassment, now relief, now WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA DO NOW?" And that was just the beginning. Gloria felt something weird under her feet. She removed her arms from Luca's neck and looked down. "What... Yeeeww... What the hell... Why's the floor all wet all of a sudden?" ________ END OF PART 1 Let me know what you think! Keep following this thread for more! New parts will be posted down here in the comments.
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  6. Ok, it was actually Friday night but I've been writing and rewriting this off and on since then and welllllll, there isn't a cute way to say About 2 Night Ago 🤷 and I like a good punchy headline 😉. So. I've been Moody lately. My SO and I are on the ropes. My ego is bruised from a few rejections in various aspects of my life. My bestie is far far away. I'm over analytical. And I am unsatisfied at work. But. But... Ya can't keep a good woman down. I haven't felt like myself in the past 6 years. But I can feel something magical and strong growing inside. Ready to grab the world and it's people by the balls. The optimistic and extroverted half of me is determined and that requires activities! Sometimes that means dragging me out against my will to hear music. Even on the shittiest of nights out, when drama is all around and the scene is weird, the music saves me💓. But Friday night was nothing but smooth sailing with a cherry on top and I thank the universe for that. Some back story: ************************** Sorry, I didn't paste the whole story in. Eek! Here goes: I have a horrible habit of suggesting an activity ahead of time and then when the time finally arrives, cancelling. Especially on Friday nights. After the work week my grand ideas seem really REAALLLLLY impossible. Anybody Else? 😬 I live in a fairly (socially) liberal smallish monied coastal area with a LOT of good local music and musicians. Earlier in the week I saw that one of my fave local bands was going to be performing at a restaurant/lounge I love. They aren't a regular band. They are a bunch of guys from other bands that started a New Orleans style Second Line during Summer 2020 to make some scratch and get their mojo back. And once the restos were allowed to reopen outside two summers ago, these guys would busk around, stopping to play for diners and pass the hat. It made eating out magical. Spacious tables under white twinkly lights, the salt air, that slow sweaty feeling from 2 drinks on a smotheringly hot summer night and that weird sense of camaraderie this shit show has thankfully given us all. They have a great sound. Mostly horns and very funky. A great mix of local young guys with chops and well respected studio musicians just out there, bringing joy. So. THIS band was going to be playing at a fave place to eat dinner. It's a beachy almost Baja vibe with lots of booths and a small raised stage in the front. It's kinda weird setting in the winter,can't lie. Live music every night at 10. So when I found out these guys were playing, I invited ALLLLL my friends and got very few responses. So I just called it off in my head. Until Friday morning when Peg ( yes, the Peg from my city accident from 2015? 2016?) texted me to ask what the plan was. Plan?, I texted. For tonight!, she said. I pointed out she didn't respond to the group text, so plans are off. But then she laid it on THICK. Friends going through divorces want to go HARD when they have a sitter. Like, I can't keep up with these ladies! Peg is divorcing the dick husband from that earlier post, btw🙌 . I tried to weasel my way out of it but to no avail. Fine, I said. So I called to reserve a table and confirm set times. I kinda procrastinated on getting ready. A disco nap. An espresso. Another espresso. Tons of water. Because...well... I'm me🤪 . I bothered to blow dry my hair and put on some makeup. Nothing fancy. I threw on my leopard print above the knee wrap dress I've had forever. Good cleavage, a collar pop and away I went. It was 15 degrees out and we are going to be ON THE OCEAN. But, I hate holding a coat. So, I didn't bring one. I picked Peg up around 8. We got there around 8:30. Because town was quiet (combo of cold plus post Xmas holiday bills plus covid) we got pretty decent parking, maybe 3 blocks south on the same street as the resto. We ran down the sidewalks, freezing and laughing. Burst into the dining room . At dinner we sat in a large round booth towards the back of the dance floor, just the two of us, and ordered a sushi feast with jalapeno pineapple margs. Holy fucking shit balls those margs are in my dreams. We both know a lot of people. So if they were masked ( the town is a covid hotspot) we let them sit and play catch-up. It felt almost holidayish. The place has little lights strung up year round and dim lighting and the vibe is chill and kinda beachy. I was really feeling myself and we could feel a lot of eyes on us and we rose to the occasion. Personally, when I feel like that, I'm in love with the world. I'm radiant and vibrating. I love to tease and flirt, harmlessly ( let's remember I'm not attracted to many people) and so every man, woman, and pup was treated to the best version of me. That town loves it's dogs. The band was setting up as we ate and then started warming up as our plates were cleared. By the time they started the first set the resto was pretty full. Almost SRO in the front and so I'm glad they let us keep our booth. Each booth is elevated and so by kneeling in the booth or standing by our table we were removed from the fray and mouths with a great view of the stage. We danced our asses off. We both studied ballet for 15+ years and love to boogie. Lots of older,sometimes rearranged blues and funk and rock. Great for getting the hips and ass into it. As many of you have seen, those are sizeable assets on me and keep moving even after I stop and so a lot of guys got an ass to the elbow 🤭. Sorry not sorry, fellas! First set blew by. I switched to water half way through. So I had 3 margs in 2 hour. And it was like 10:30. We decided to go pee. Mind you I HAD NO PLANS ON AN ACCIDENT!!!. Yes, I've wet that dress many times before, especially back in the " Mike days" and so when I pick it out of my closet I get tingles and dirty thoughts but that wasn't the idea AT ALL Friday night. Let's pee now, I said. Plus she wanted a ciggy. So we walked to the back where the bathrooms are. They are single bathrooms and the line for men and women was insane. But we knew that secretly that resto was attached to ANOTHER bar and so we quietly slipped out the side just to find THEIR bathrooms just as bad. She suggested she have her cig first and that when we come back the line would be gone. Made sense to me. She smokes American Spirits. Those things take FOREVER. So we slipped out the back and onto the boardwalk. (I'm gonna attempt a map below so y'all can visualize. ) Now we were on a long well lit boardwalk with the restaurants and bars behind us, the sand and raging Atlantic in front of us and a long length of boardwalk to either side of us. The wind was horrible so we had to head north a bit to hide behind a closed ice cream shack so she could spark up. Unbeknownst to her... I was starting to get desperate. 3 margs, 2 waters there. 2 espressos and 1L of water at home and I hadn't peed since home at like 6pm. The cold air was making it bad, quickly. "Come on, Peg, I plead. It's freezing girl." She looked around the shack and into the glass restaurant and noted the line was still there. Ok, fine, I growled as I put my right hand in-between my legs, pushing my dress up into my crotch while she just laughed and we resumed our mildly tipsy debate over supply chain issues and China. Sexy, I know😔. After a couple more minutes I said "Girl, I love ya, but fuck this" kissed the top of her hat ,remember she is 5'0 tall and in heels I'm 6'0 ,and ran inside by myself. I got right on that bathroom line. Only 6 women and 2 dudes. I did the math. If the men's room comes up free and these other ladies don't take it, I will , shamelessly. 3 minutes per person and I could ostensibly be IN a bathroom in 6 minutes!!!! But the line was slowwwww. Ladies,wtf are you doing in there? SERIOUSLY. I'm vain AF and I get in and out. Peg finished her cig and joined me. We were last in line still. I was doing the pee pee dance by then. We women all commiserated. The band was getting back on stage. Meg joked we should just go pee in the sand. Don't tempt me, I muttered through clenched teeth. And it just got worse and worse. I could feel leaking. BTW- I leak now a lot all of a sudden🤷. A new thing for me btw... Being back in the warm inside hadn't calmed my urge. I was still shivering. The horse was out of the barn. It's bad, I told her. Real bad. And then that practical mommy gene we women all seem to have kicked in and with an annoyed sigh she very straightforwardly said " just go outside. This is ridiculous. Fuck this line" . BUT. BUT! Peeing outside with intention is always a mess for me. Even in a dress I drench myself and shoes. I don't think I'm squatting right?!?! I don't angle right. No, I said. And the line moved one more. Down to 3 women and 1 man... And I lost it. Just started dribbling. I let out a sound that she later told me was like when the microwave dings and went running but in heels with my legs tight to prevent a mess which isn't very fast. I managed to get out the back door and onto the boards just as I broke. With that larger step out, the floodgates opened and I quickly moved forward like 10 feet. Sometimes people enter from that side and I didn't want them to have to stand in my pee to do so. The back door has an awning and covered seating area in the summer and in the winter the awning's skeleton is still up and all the tables and chairs are stacked and chained. I kicked off my red suede peep toe 3" heel pumps and just kinda hid in among the tables and chairs. I was mortified. Lots of people walk the boardwalk even on winter nights and the restaurants on either side of us were modern glass blocks. Peg wasn't far behind me. She was dying laughing. Bent over dying as I told her to "stfu up, I swear to God, Peg, I'll kill you " but by now I was doubled over laughing too! It was a long strong pee and as I belly laughed it spurted out even more. This made us both giggle more and then I was kinda wiggling my bottom in different directions as I did it, pissing all over my long pale soft freezing pink chubby legs and adorable feet with a deep burgundy polish on. As the pee ended she pointed out I needed to dry off so she ran in, popped into the waitress station and stole a few cloth napkins. We both wiped me down, then she held my hand for balance as I slipped each heel back on. Well, I feel great, I said as I tossed my hair and we went back inside. The line was gone now. She said she would go pee and told me to go hold down the fort aka our table. " Keep the germy bitches away" is how she said it. I'm on it, I said and dorkily leaned forward with one leg up in the air behind me and my arms out in front like a flying super hero. She laughed and I strode off. I was high off that. My embarrassment bc those others on line KNEW what was happening and then joy bc her response made it fun. So many senses. Air temperature, holding, leaking, hot piss, immediately cold piss,salt air, perfumes, ocean wind. The cold old boards under my feet outside with cold air coming up between each. The steam off my hot sopping pussy. The smells of booze and food. And now the soaking wet bodysuit I had under my dress. It's kinda like Spanx and I love it. I enjoy commando or being almost strapped into my undergarments, nothing in-between. So now I have this wet nylon snap crotch one piece bathing suit like thing with no tit coverage rubbing against my clit and the wetness creeping up my back and tummy. I pushed through the crowd, shoo'd some Basics away from our table and ordered us both waters. She came back and plopped down, a shot for each of us in her paw. It's bad when ya know the bartenders everywhere lol. It was about midnight and I was stone sober. I agreed. Down the hatch with unbroken eye contact, like it should be. Ahhhhh. Whiskey. Mother's milk. My cold body warmed immediately. mmmmm. Back on our feet and danced our asses off til after 1 when we had to go bc of the sitter. So we kissed good byes out of that place and out the FRONT door we went. Even colder now. Runnnnnnnnnnnnnn . I had my shoes off, bare feet on the sidewalk and I could hear her little black combat boots right behind me. The wind was whipping off the ocean and roaring in my ears. The cold made me gasp. Breathless from the cold and exercise ( for us that's a workout) we threw ourselves into the car and I cranked that bitch up. " Seat heaters!" she yelled while scanning all the buttons, looking. I took her finger and pushed it on the button. She asked if I needed a towel or something, remembering my accident. I assured her it had dried. Seriously?she asked, not believing me. Look at these thighs, I said. And then we cracked up about my massive chonky legs and we put our seatbelts on and drove home, debating the politics of teacher tenure ( she is a top secondary teacher in my state and I'm so proud of her) and standardized testing. When we got to her house I asked her if I could come in to... Pee. So barefoot I ran over the driveway and right to the loo. I drive barefoot btw if the shoe is a heel. When I rejoined her the sitter was gone and her 10 year old daughter was awake now. I adore this kid. I covered her in puppy kisses then dashed off. All in all, an amazing night. Different parts of my soul got fed and none of them were in conflict and it was just so.... All I know is when I got home to my empty condo, rinsed my bottom with the wand in the shower and then crawled into bed all warm and clean and soft and naked, that I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I'd really love to have another accident around her and then encourage her to just go behind a bush or in a flowerpot like a normal person pops a squat or cops a squat or WTF that expression is?Anyway. I want that. She doesn't do it for me sexually except for my intense admiration for her, and that's a turn on for me. But I have never though of her sexually and never will. And I don't feel any guilt like I'm involving her in my sexual escapades unknowingly bc she knows I'm a freak and she is one too. I'm so tempted to tell her I'm into this. I think this Spring I can make it happen. Thanks for reading this goddamn NOVEL. Love, Your Princess 😘 **UPDATED TO Include MY SAD Attempt AT A MAP**
  7. Lain had been in the mall for quite some time. She had mainly been in the bookstore, browsing through books and seeing if there were any to add to her ever-growing collection. She loved books, any and all kinds. Lain really liked to expand her knowledge of everything she could study. She liked manga the best though, something about the artwork always caught her eye. She was browsing through some books when she felt it. A sudden strong urge to pee. Lain bent over slightly and squeezed her thighs together tightly. It was a medical problem she had. She would get a sudden strong urge to pee, and would often have trouble holding it in and leak. Lain was fine when she was younger, it wasn't until she turned 13 that the problem started. Doctors couldn't figure out why and just suggested she use panty liners and absorbent pads. No medications had helped her. She just had to deal with it and it happened at the most inconvenient times too. Doctors were baffled as it was as if she drank a lot of liquids, yet she didn't. Lain had been doing so well with the problem recently, that unfortunately on this day, she wasn't wearing any protection. She bit her bottom lip and straightened up. It felt like she had drunk two very large water bottles. The pressure was building up and she knew it was only a matter of time before she started leaking. Lain put the books away and exited the bookstore. Sadly for her, the restrooms were all the way on the lowest level and she was on the highest level. Lain began walking as fast as she possibly could with her close to bursting bladder. "God I have to pee, I don't know if I can hold it in this time." Lain thought. The pressure increased and pushed hard on her bladder and Lain stopped dead in her tracks. She could feel the pee rushing toward her urethra, ready to leak out. "Please just wait! Hold on a little longer!" Lain begged her bladder. But it was to no avail and Lain felt multiple spurts escape, dampening her panties. She squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could without people noticing. Lain managed to stop the leak for now. She began walking toward the stairs, as she didn't want to go in an elevator with tons of people right now. She took the steps two at a time, trying her hardest to keep control of her bladder. Lain made it down the flight of stairs and was now on the fourth level. She was previously on the fifth level. The restrooms were on the first level. The elevators would have taken her faster, but she really didn't want people watching her in the elevator, while she desperately tries to hold her pee in. Lain began walking toward the flight of stairs to the third level. But suddenly a strong wave of pressure hit her. She felt a tingling sensation at the tip of her urethra. Her thighs weren't currently tightly together, as she is trying to walk as quick as she possibly can. Lain fights desperately to keep it in. The pee threatening to leak out of her. Her urethra quivering as it struggles to close and hold it in. Lain bites her lower lip, trying desperately to fight her body's urge to relax her urethra. She is currently stopped at the side of the walking area. Holding onto the railing overlooking the third floor. Lain is wearing tight jean colored skinny jeans with a shirt with cats on it. Underneath she is wearing a white bra and white cotton panties. She has above shoulder short brown hair, hazel eyes, caucasian skin. A skinny body and size B breasts. She can't fight it, her body's urge to relax it. Lain feels her panties grow warm and closes her eyes in relief. Until she remembers she is in the middle of the mall, pissing herself. Lain gasps quietly and crossing her legs tightly, holding herself in between her legs. Not caring that people might be staring. Lain manages to slow down peeing and almost thinks that she is in the clear. She doesn't feel any pee coming out. Lain looks down at her jeans and sees that there is a baseball size wet spot at the front. She curses under her breath. Luckily she always brings her favorite black oversized hoodie with her, in a tote bag. In case of accidents or leaks. She takes it out of her tote bag and slips it on, it covers the wet spot perfectly. Lain's bladder feels less pressure, currently and seems to be half full now. Or so her bladder made her think. In reality, it was still pretty full and about ready to burst. Lain didn't know this, however. She takes a step toward the third-floor stairs and another step. So far so good. Lain takes the third step and feels an overwhelming pressure overpower her. She can't stop it this time. Her urethra relaxes completely, tired from all the holding. Lain gasps loudly and holds herself, but pee is gushing out full blast. She feels the urine going down her legs and making a big puddle underneath her. All that pent up urine is finally escaping. Lain can't help but throw her head back and close her eyes. Letting out a moan of relief. She finishes after several long minutes, and opens her eyes and looks down at the mess she made. She can't believe that that much liquid was inside of her. Her bladder gave her a lot of trouble. Lain wishes she had more control over it. (Pictures aren't mine and are from Google. All rights go to the owners or makers of said pictures. This is just how I think Lain would look.)
  8. My husband has been dabbling in erotica recently. I asked him to write me a story, and although he does not share my fetish, he agreed. With his permission, I'm sharing it with all of you. Enjoy 🙂 ----- Jennifer Bale was a mousy, timid woman who could not, however hard she tried, pee in public. She knew she was far from the only one with that problem, but every time she tried it was like running face-first into a brick wall and bouncing off. She’d sit there, bladder full with the constant sensation of starting up the stream, and then nothing would come out. It was an embarrassing agony Jennifer avoided mostly through working from home and timing all of her excursions around her bladder. It was something she’d never admit to anyone else, but the aversion was so strong in her that even talking about it made her throat close up and her thoughts turn fuzzy with shame. This was exactly the kind of thing she knew people would laugh at her about, and so she kept it silent. It wasn’t a comfortable life, but it was one Jennifer was used to. Until the day came when she got a new job. “All that remains is a background check and a drug test,” the interviewer had cheerfully told her over zoom. “You’re not hiding a closet full of dead bodies are you?” she asked, laughing. “N-no, no dead bodies or anything,” Jennifer replied, forcing a smile on her face. She pushed her glasses back up her nose and said, “I’m not a drug user or anything, but is the drug test really necessary? Wasn’t it mostly to catch people smoking pot back in the day?” The interviewer sighed and shrugged. “You’re not wrong, but try telling the higher ups that. If it was up to me you wouldn’t have to, but it’s not. Is that going to be a problem?” Jennifer shook her head vehemently. “No no, not at all. I’ve got nothing to hide.” That wasn’t entirely true. She had herself to hide, and the idea of peeing into a cup in a public restroom was…God, if Jennifer didn’t need this job, she…Probably still would’ve given in and done it. She wasn’t the type to make a fuss or make noise if things weren’t going her way. This was no different. So the next day, Jennifer found herself going down to the local clinic, horrified to find it almost entirely full. She shifted her purse, heavy with a big refillable water bottle, and tried to get the receptionist’s attention. “What? Can’t you see I’m busy?” the receptionist barked. She had the phone cradled against her shoulder while she typed on the computer. All around them, the clinic buzzed with a never ending stream of noise. Families sat close together talking, the TV blared out yuppies pretending to buy homes on HGTV, and a couple kids ran around screaming with their hands thrown in the air. Jennifer leaned in closer, wetting her lips and says, “I was told to come here for a drug test and I --” “Name?” “J-jennifer Bale,” she replied, eyes darting around. The receptionist hung up and typed a bit more on her computer. A small printer spat out a label she stuck on a small plastic cup. “The restroom’s that way. There’s a panel on the wall you can twist to open. Put your sample in there when you’re done.” Jennifer took the cup and murmured a thank you, but the receptionist was already looking past her and yelled out, “Next!” Jennifer quickly got out of the way and found a seat with a good view of the TV. She took a long, deep breath to steady herself. Step one was over and done with. Now for the hard part. She took the water bottle out of her purse and took a long, thirsty drink. The problem with drug tests, other than having to do it in a public place, was having to pee on command. Maybe other people could do it, but Jennifer was the type to be fine, to be fine, and then suddenly have to let it all out at once. That meant sitting there, she had less than zero urge to go, but needed to make herself. So she took another drink and settled in. Five minutes passed. And another and another still with no need to go. So Jennifer played a little game while watching the TV, taking a drink of water every time the home’s on TV were a price that reminded her she’d never be able to own a home. That did the trick. Jennifer went from completely fine to a sudden racing urge, like she had to catch herself to stop a slow trickle from coming out. She stood up and it got worse immediately as gravity did its thing, pressing down on her bladder. This was sure to be a good thing. Maybe she wouldn’t have the same problems going in public. Doing an almost prancing tiptoe to the bathroom, Jennifer tried the door of the one unisex bathroom and it didn’t budge. “Occupied!” the voice inside called. “Dammit,” Jennifer muttered. She stood to the side of the door and rested against the wall, waiting her turn and trying to not think about the growing urge to pee. It was difficult, and her normal position of hugging herself and appearing small served only to put more pressure on her bladder. Time stretched on torturously. Each minute felt like ten, and it wasn’t long before Jennifer had to stop herself from bouncing from foot to foot to take some of the edge off. She did the dance for a couple of seconds, before a man sitting nearby looked up and smiled, recognizing the dance. Her face flushed and she went back to suffering in stillness and silence while the waiting room remained chaotic. Finally there was the sound of flushing, water swirling around the bowl, then the sound of the sink turning on. Jennifer bit her lip suppressing a groan. The sound of the faucet pouring at full blast, even through the door, felt like it was pouring right through her, beckoning her to do the same. She managed to resist. The door to the bathroom opened, the door swinging out towards her. The occupant exited, but right as Jennifer grabbed the door, someone else came in and pulled the door shut behind them. “H-hey!” she protested. “Sorry lady, it’s an emergency!” a man’s voice called out with urgency. Jennifer cursed under her breath, but there was nothing to be done. She looked back, and a number of people were watching her. Whether it was because she was the only person doing anything noteworthy or because they were judging her, Jennifer defaulted to expecting the latter. She took a nearby seat, sample cup tight in her grasp. She honestly thought that sitting would make the urge to pee lessen, if not go away entirely. She was wrong. Sitting there sandwiched between a pregnant woman and a heavyset man, Jennifer did her normal thing of shrinking in on herself and it just made everything so much worse. Gravity wasn’t pulling on her anymore. Instead, the way she was sitting put more pressure on her aching bladder. A good ten minutes had passed since she first needed to go, and like usual the need was growing by the second. Jennifer rocked herself back and forth on the chair, breathing heavily. One leg jiggled wildly on the ground. It somehow made things better in that it gave her something to focus on, and worse as it jostled and stimulated her. She was painfully aware of the urine inside her, sloshing around like waves crashing against the shore. The toilet flushed again. Jennifer sat up straight. The door opened. As soon as the man inside was in the doorway she was out of her chair and pushing past him, closing and locking the door behind her while breathing heavily. She positioned herself over the toilet, pulling her panties down and hiking up her skirt. Holding the cup in position was a pain, but she got it there and pushed. Nothing. Jennifer closed her eyes, trying to drown out the muffled sounds of kids shouting and the TV going to an especially loud commercial. She tried to focus on just relaxing and letting nature take its course. With a grateful sigh, she felt herself shift and the flow start. And then stop immediately after just a couple drops, making the need spike painfully. “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” she said to herself. “Please please please not now.” Jennifer tried to force herself to just let go and pee. God knows she needed to go badly enough, but all the need in the world wouldn’t make her stubborn bladder let go and empty. A knock on the door surprised her into starting a stream. She was so caught off guard she nearly missed the cup entirely, but as soon as she realized she was peeing she clamped down and it was like running into that brick wall. It felt like she was still peeing, without any of the satisfaction. The knock sounded again. “Excuse me, are you done? I really need to go.” This time it was a child’s voice. Turning red, Jennifer wanted to scream at them. She’d barely been in there for like, two minutes! Instead she managed to get out, “No, not done. Please wait.” And then she tried again. It shouldn’t have been so difficult to just fucking pee. It felt like she was peeing. It felt like being in a dream where she was peeing and peeing and peeing and nothing was coming out and every second was worse than the last. Another few drops managed. And then a trickle that stopped almost as soon as it started. Slowly, haltingly, bringing the test cup up to the one third mark. And then the damned kid knocked on the door again. “Please? It’s an emergency.” And to her dismay, the kid kept knocking on the door, a constant tattoo against the wood that consumed her world. “FINE,” Jennifer almost yelled, grabbing some toilet paper and wiping. She put a lid on the sample and washed her hands. Quickly. Grabbing the sample she opened the door. A little girl no older than seven looked up at her. “Thanks,” she said, grinning and showing a missing tooth. It was hard to be mad at her for long. Jennifer gave her a pained smile and went to the receptionist. She held it out. The receptionist sneered at her. “What do you want me to do with it? You put it in the panel in the bathroom. And they’re going to need more than that.” More? It was hard enough to get this out. Jennifer said nothing as she retreated to her seat near the bathroom. Stopping and starting as often as she had was torture. It was worse now, a constant sensation of phantom-peeing. And then it happened. Jennifer reached the point where she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, she could pee in public if she had to. She could pee in public if given the opportunity. All she had to do was wait for the kid to get out of the bathroom and then everything would be fine and she could pee and go home. The minutes passed slowly, tauntingly. The rest of the water hit her bladder and now she was so full she ached. There was no way for her to sit that wasn’t uncomfortable, that didn’t make everything worse. The entire time she stared at the door, silently begging the child to just be done. Now, Jennifer could not only pee in public, she wanted to. She reached the point of silently praying, begging anyone who would hear her that she would do whatever they wanted if it meant some relief. Her panties were wet, and she knew she was starting to leak now, little droplets coming out regardless of how hard she clamped down. The TV changed to a commercial again, suddenly doubling in volume. Jennifer jumped in her seat and the motion made her let go. She was frozen in her seat, unable to move, unable to do anything as the pee finally left her, pouring into her panties and the plastic chair she was sitting in. She wanted to be horrified, disgusted, ashamed, anything. All she felt was relief as she let go. On and on and on it felt like she was peeing forever. And finally, her neighbors noticed. “Oh shit,” said the heavy man beside her, getting up and giving her plenty of room. All the people around her gave her a wide berth as all sound save the TV died down and Jennifer knew they were all watching her. They’d all seen it. Even the receptionist had stood up at her desk to get a better view, shooting Jennifer a look that was half surprised amusement, half pity. Jennifer stood up, feeling the way the warm pee dripped down her legs and pooled around her feet. She took a slow, sloshy step forward, away from the waiting room, painfully aware of how many people had seen her piss herself in public. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”
  9. Leaking Again II A follow up from my previous post – Leaking Again: See this post for all the background stuff (and for a decent little adventure if I don’t mind saying so), but the long and the short of it is that I’ve been leaking more often than normal – my OAB symptoms are back. I’m scheduled for a jab at the end of the month which will help sort this out, but until then I’ve been having more urgency-related leaks and a couple of wet beds. Here’s what happened with Work has been pretty crazy though, as the not-for-profit I work for has been trying to decide whether or not we should keep our offices, which are currently woefully underutilized, or just move things online and all work remotely. This has meant a bunch of extra meetings, and while most of these have been via Zoom, some of them have required a small number of the team to meet at the office. I won’t bore people with all the COVID precautions that are being taken, but we on these few occasions we have been keeping safe. So a couple of weeks ago, not too long after me accident at the grocery store, I was in the office meeting with a couple of colleagues and walking through the space. I had been a little nervous going into the office, mostly because of all the precautions and worries of taking the Sky Train (part of our local transit system), but it was also nice to get out of the house and meet with people in person. It was a little strange getting ready in the morning, as I had almost forgotten how to pick out a work appropriate outfit, especially the bottoms. In the past few months of working from home this girl’s become a ninja when it comes to quickly putting on makeup and a tasteful blouse minutes before a Zoom call, and then quickly scrambling into comfy PJs the second it is over. I decided to go with comfortable black slacks, a light purple blouse under a light blazer, a grey comfortable (Third Love) bra, and cute grey cotton Frozen panties with little Olafs on them. Because we were going to be doing a bunch of walking, I went with sensible flats. And because of the strict COVID protocols about using the kitchen, I packed a wrap and some snacks in one of my larger purses. I didn’t get into the office until about 10 am, as we had decided to meet up after the morning rush to minimize using transit at peak times. We spent the morning walking about through the space, and otherwise getting our job done. I had to excuse myself at about 10:45 to nip off to the loo. When I arrived I was the only person there, which was good, as one of our COVID precautions is that despite the fact that this particular washroom has three stalls, only one person is allowed to use it at one time. There’s a little sign by the door you flip to indicate that you are inside the washroom or if it is empty. I did my business, washed my hands for a lengthy period of time, and went back out to find the team. The rest of the morning passed uneventfully, and we all went outside to the nearby park. After this, it was back inside, but this time we set up in the conference room and continued to discuss things and run numbers. I used the loo before returning from lunch, as my mango juice had gone right through me, and this time I had to wait outside for at least 4 minutes while a co-worker used the facilities. While I was not desperate, or even anywhere past a 5 on the desperation scale, I reckoned I should use the bathroom ‘just in case,’ plus I didn’t know how long our afternoon meetings might take. After my co-worker had vacated the washroom, I bobbed in and went about my business. I thought, momentarily, that the ‘only one person in the loo’ policy had the potential to be a problem if I were really desperate or had another sudden urge like the incident at the mall, and momentarily considered sticking a pad in my panties, again, just in case. I didn’t have any on me, as I had left my overly large purse in the meeting room, and I didn’t feel like using one of the free period pads that are available by the sink – given my OAB leaks, in the event of an accident they would do little more than funnel pee more quickly to the sides, or down the back if I was sitting. I considered putting in a pad next time I visited the loo and went back to join the meeting, which was waiting for me. The next 30 minutes were to be all numbers and complicated maths. Only 20 minutes into the meeting I got a very sudden and strong urge to pee. In classic OAB form, my bladder, which had just been relieved a scarce 20 minutes earlier, was telling me I needed to pee now. NOW! It went from a 1 or 2 on the desperation scale to a 9 in seconds. I colleague was in mid-sentence and it was not a good time to interrupt. But I knew I had to visit the washroom right away. I crossed my legs tightly and bore down, hoping the urge would subside. I knew I didn’t need to pee this badly, it was impossible for my bladder to have filled this quickly, but none the less my bladder was screaming for release. The leg crossing helped keep me at a steady 9, but the urge did not subside. As soon as my colleague paused for breath, perhaps a minute later (thought it seemed interminable), I excused myself without giving a reason, and tried to leave the room with as much decorum as possible. The second I was outside and out of the line of vision of my co-workers, I turned in the direction of the washroom and took a step. For whatever reason my sense of urgency which has been a 9 in front of my colleagues, shot past 10 the second I was out of sight. When I say my bladder urgency shot past 10, I mean it released. Straight into my panties and work trousers. Scarcely 5 steps from the conference room door my bladder released itself into my clothes. I was unable to bear down at all, and it was as if I door had been abruptly opened and a wall of water inside just whooshed out. My face, already warm from needing to excuse myself so suddenly, grew even warmer, along with the fabric between my legs. Fortunately it didn’t last long. I had just emptied my bladder, so there wasn’t too much pee. After a good solid 5 or 10 seconds of peeing I managed to bear down and stop the flow, assisted in part by my hand, which I had shoved firmly in place to offer additional support. While I did get things under control, it was enough to thoroughly soak my panties – as I could feel the warm wet fabric against my vulva – and also wet my pants – I reached down and could feel a considerable wet spot between my legs. The second my bladder had started emptying I had frozen in place, and the second I felt the extent of my bathroom accident with my hand I sprang into action. I hurried down the hallway and around the corner to the washrooms. As I moved, I could feel the wet patch from my accident cooling rapidly and the wet fabric of my clothes rubbing against the soft delicate skin between my legs. I pulled up at the washroom hoping it would be free, and to my enormous relief it was. I barged through the door and made towards the stalls. I made for the furthest stall and locked myself in. And only then did I inspect the damage I had done to my clothing. I could feel a significant wet spot all around my crotch, larger than an open hand, with wet portions running down each thigh and up in the front. I carefully removed my trousers and hung them on the door. My panties were soaked. Something about grey fabric really shows off wet spots and I had made a serious wet spot. I carefully removed them. I was holding my wet panties in my hand, standing in the stall bottomless, my wet trousers hanging on the door when I felt another squeeze from my bladder. I quickly spun around and plunked myself down on the toilet. I was surprised there was any pee left in me, but I apparently had enough to go for a solid 20 seconds. My saturated panties dangled from my right hand as I peed and then wiped. When I got up I could see that they had dripped on the floor! My heart was pounding. I decided I’d take a quick couple of pictures of the scene before going about sorting out my wet clothing situation. I was in a slight predicament. I did have spare panties in my purse (I’m always packing, just in case, well almost always), but in my haste I had not grabbed my purse. So I was going to have to do something about that. I was lucky, the black material of my trousers showed absolutely nothing. These were the kind of trousers I wore a lot of in high school, and they are like stealth wetting pants. I padded them dry carefully with toilet paper to avoid little bits of paper accumulating on their surface – this was not my first time at the rodeo, I have lost count of the number of times I’ve done this in my youth. Content with the status of my trousers, I went about wringing out my panties and drying them more aggressively with toilet paper. Then two things happened almost at once. My phone buzzed with a text, and I heard the door of the washroom open. I had forgotten the flip the little card that indicated that the bathroom was occupied. “Someone’s in here!” I shouted. “Oh, ok.” I heard from the door. “Will you be long?” They inquired. “Um…” I was embarrassed by the idea of sharing details about my toilet visit with a stranger (or colleague), so I struggled to find the right words. “Um… yeah, it might be a little while.” I hedged. I recognized the voice, it was one of my colleagues. “Ok, please hurry.” She said, a hint of exasperation in her voice. “I’ll flip the sign for you.” I didn’t respond but waited for to hear the door close. Still naked from the waist down, I check my text, it was from another colleague, letting me know that they were going to be out walking about, and that I should join them in a specific room as soon as possible. I sent back a quick – OK, and sprang into action. Apparently I’d taken more than 10 minutes with my cleanup and drying. I felt my trousers again (Pro-Tip: always start by drying your trousers first when you have an accident, so they can start to dry while you sort the rest of the situation out). They were damp to the touch, but wearable. My panties, being cotton, were considerably more wet, and I decided against wearing them. I folded them up with the wet portion covered by the rest, and tucked them into the inner pocket of my jacket. I then pulled up my damp trousers and worked through the initial discomfort of having cool wet clammy fabric against your more sensitive parts. I gave my bum a little wiggle, testing them for rubbing. I also ran my hands all around my diaper area, and felt the slightly damp and cool fabric against my skin. The seam of the trousers was considerably more wet than rest, and as I wiggled, it rubbed against my lips uncomfortably. I would need to change into my emergency panties ASAP. But in the meantime I would slip in a pad. Put my shoes on properly, and I unlocked the stall door and made to make a dash over to the little basket of pads by the sink and grab the thickest one. Knock, knock, knock. “Will you be much longer?” I heard from outside the washroom, with a little more urgency this time. “Sorry, not much longer, one sec.” I shouted and checked to see that they had not opened the door. While I was no longer half naked, I still didn’t want a colleague seeing my nipping out of the stall to grab a pad. I’m not sure why, it’s totally natural and that’s why they are there, but I would have been embarrassed. I grabbed a pad and went back into the stall. I don’t know if you’ve ever worn a pad without panties, but the trick is to stick it onto your trousers and try to have it sit flat, otherwise you’ve just created a little absorbent wedge that will funnel liquid down either side and subsequently your legs. Well getting this pad to sit flat was not going to happen given the nature of my trousers and the limited time – I was conscience of my colleagues predicament – so I made do, and vowed to change into proper panties with one of my spare UI pads as soon as possible. Pad in place, I washed my hands and hurried out of the washroom. I apologized like only a Canadian can to my colleague who was waiting by the washroom door in what appeared to be mild discomfort (it’s hard to tell with everyone wearing masks), and hurried back to find the group. The next 30 minutes of walking around was uncomfortable, was the wet fabric of my trousers rubbed against my skin, but I could feel the trousers were noticeably drier as the walk about wound down. None of my colleagues commented on my hasty retreat from the meeting, and none seemed to notice my trousers. This, it turned out, was the last thing we needed to do for the day and so we all gathered our things and said our goodbyes and everyone headed off home. I grabbed my purse and made a b-line for the washroom again. It was occupied, so I waited patiently for at least 3 minutes. Another colleague exited the washroom and I headed in. I sat on the toilet and peed as much as I could, as I was about to embark on my commute home and definitely didn’t want any further accidents. As I did so, I removed the pad from my trousers, it had turned into an uncomfortable wedge, balled it up, and tossed it into the little bin. I then removed my trousers, pulled on my spare panties (white panties with red lines – classic shimapan), and carefully stuck in one of my pads. I realized that I was still carrying around a pair of wet panties in my jacket, so I pulled these out and put them into the little plastic bag I keep my backup panties in. I padded my trousers dry one last time, washed my hands, and then headed out into the world. ----- My trip home was uneventful. I changed into PJs immediately upon getting home and tossed my trousers in the wash. Because the workday was not yet over, I spent the last few hours of the day catching up on emails. After work, I went back to my purse to clean up my lunch Tupperware, and I noticed the baggie containing my wet panties. I had a naughty thought and decided to have a little more fun with my underwear. I removed them from their bag, and as you can see, they partially dry at this point. As they had been confined in a bag most of the day, they were quite wet, but not sodden as they had previously been. I slipped off my shimapan, the pad was dry, and pulled on my previously wet panties. The wet gusset was cold against my skin and gave me tingles. I wiggled about for a little while, enjoying the cold clammy feelings of panties that had been wet a while ago. I don’t know if anyone is into temperature play, but there is something exquisite about wetting a cold wet article of clothing. I remember growing up and waking up in a cold wet bed on occasion and experimenting with intentionally wetting it further, enjoying the contrasting feeling of cold and hot. Well, this was what I did, I sat on the toilet and peed. The fold wetness of the fabric was chased away by the hot flood of pee, and I reveled in the contrasting sensations. I sat there for a little while, thinking almost exclusively about my labia and the dance of temperature and wetness that they were experiencing. Now the warm pee from my second wetting of my panties was beginning to cool, and I decided that playtime was over. I padded my crotch with a large wad of toilet paper, to stop my panties from dripping on the floor when I took them off. I removed them, and dried myself as best I could, some parts of my just didn’t want to get dry… I hung the panties up to dry, and then bottomless, wandered out into the flat to find my husband. Rachel
  10. Back in winter on one dreary drizzling day, I was so bored I decided to go to the next town and do some shopping. Maybe some "retail therapy" would put me in a better mood. I had just received a brand new pair of plastic pants, so I thought, why not Christian them over a pair of Tena pull-ups . Oh maybe I could make this a fun day out after all. I got myself ready, pulled my plastic knickers up over my Tena, then squeezed myself into a pair of jeans, checked myself in the mirror to see if my "bum looked big". I then drank two huge glasses of water, which made me instantly urgent, I crossed my legs until I got the courage to slowly uncross when my urgency moment had passed. So off I went, by now my bladder was filling to a comfortable niggle. I was feeling really horny as I pulled up in the car park. The idea of deliberately walking around browsing and just casually wetting my diaper pants was making me tingle. The only thing I really needed to buy was some more packs of pull-ups, so I entered the super market and made my way to the "personal care" section and began browsing through the various brands. Eventually I went for my favourites and placed a couple of packs into my basket. Now my moment had come, I picked an area where a few other shoppers were, just to add some spice to what I was about to do. My heart raced, I was about to start wetting myself. I began to pee, just a little controlled trickle. Oh it felt so warm and sexy ! Do some more ? I thought to myself, Oh why not !! ....................more trickles, I squeezed my legs together, savouring every warm wet moment of release . Oh careful I though, remembering I was only wearing pull- ups and a flood would be disastrous, but I have plastic pants on surely they would save me ? I casually brushed my hand around the back of my jeans, where my leg bands ended ...................... cool no wet patches . Oh do some more ............ my reckless naughty little voice inside my head echoed . I was shaking with excitement as I felt another warm wave of pee bathed my pussy and trickled around my bum . Oh my God I cant stop !! I crossed my legs and managed to stem the flow . Another frantic hand search, I was so sure I had over done it . Still no wet patches but I was so sure my pull-up was saturated and in grave danger of leaking everywhere. It felt so liquid around my pussy . I resisted the urge to stop and squeeze my legs together and enjoy the warmth that now had engulfed my kitten. I was sopping and I knew it, it was time to leave, another casual brush with my hand before I got to the checkout . I payed for my " piddle pants " as my partner calls them, and walked to my car . I could feel my pull-up heavy with pee bulging in my jeans as I walked . It felt so good . I couldn't believe I had got out without a leak, I had a cheeky smile to myself as I opened the car door . Mmmmmmmmmmm time for another squeeze , oh I wish I could............. no I am going to have to wait till I get home . I dropped onto my car seat ................. SQUISH !! .................................................... instant wetness !! .................................... OMG my car seat I scrambled out of my car, checked myself again, .................... Oh no sopping bum !!! As I sat down the air trapped in my plastic pants popped and let all the pee out my legs bands and I wet myself in an instant. I managed to find a shopping bag to sit on, I took my time, actually hoping to be noticed with my wet patch now proudly on display. Oh I was in the mood, once again I sat down in my car carefully arranged my seat protection and drove home with the happiest smile on my face . I "tortured" myself all the way home, I never even made it out of my car . As soon as the door on the garage shut behind me, I ripped my jeans open . I couldn't get my hand inside fast enough . I smelt my pee and my "readiness" , I was so horny as I worked myself into a frenzied climax . Bucking and squirming against my hand , I felt my climax building ............ so intense , my whole body rocked . A gush of fluid washed over my hand, further soaking my jeans OH such a mess, but what a beautiful little "shiver" I lay back in my seat catching my breath as the after glow floated me back to earth . Why is my partner never around when I need him !!!
  11. I am a big fan of the lovewetting videos where the girls are told to drink a lot of fluids and then have their pants padlocked until they can find the key on the other side of the city. They are forced to take public transport and their desperation is genuine. I’m wondering if anyone on here is privy to details surrounding these videos. I’m wondering how much they drink beforehand, how long they are actually holding it for, and any other details. Speculation for the sake of discussion is welcome too!
  12. When I was in the 8th grade I had numerous times I held until I couldn’t hold and wet my pants. I very very much liked the amazing feeling when I finally lost control. Just before I turned 14 I stopped because I felt like a unique in all the world freak of nature. I was dry all the way through high school. That period is probably the longest period of my life that I was dry. I went to college. During the first semester I saw two of my woman friends wet their pants, one near the end of an exam, and the other just didn’t make it home in time. At the end of the first semester there was a big party to celebrate. I took a different woman friend to that party. I went to her off campus apartment and we took a cab each way. There was lots of punch. When the party was over I was too shy to admit I had a very full bladder. We took a cab to her apartment. She told me her landlord, who lived on the first floor, did not allow visitors. The pressure in my bladder was so strong that I had to struggle to control it. When she said she couldn’t let me use the restroom because of her landlord I felt a leak. At least it wasn’t noticeable. I started walking the 20 blocks or so to my dorm. I had gone a few blocks when I saw a closed gas station. I felt another bigger leak that caused a wet patch. The restrooms were locked. A tremendous pressure wave hit, quickly followed by an amazing feeling and warmth spreading around my crotch and down my legs. It felt so good; It reminded me of what I did from 11 1/2 to almost 14. I did have the problem of getting back to my dorm room without being seen by anyone including my roommate. I stayed on a park bench just outside my dorm door until all the lights including my room were out.
  13. I would like to float an idea for general discussion, it has been at the back of my mind for years. If it has already been discussed here I apologise in advance. It centres around public wetting mainly but touches on other things too. The basic question is this, when someone deliberately wets in public is there a degree of ‘wanting to be caught’ and if so why? I suppose it is akin to the naughty child who is naughty because it gets him(her) attention from the parents. That’s the nearest thing I can think of but it’s not the best analogy for the purposes of this discussion. In a smaller way there is the same situation where someone is in an otherwise good relationship with a non-wetter and they desperately want their partner to ‘find out’ rather than confront the question head on. So, back to the question, does one wet in public because it’s naughty and it fulfils the rebel in that person? Does a discreet public wetting serve as a surrogate solution for someone who really wants others to know but doesn’t want to take the responsibility for announcing it? Or, does that person actually want to be caught so as to fulfil a latent exhibitionist, or even humiliation, desire? Or a combination of any of these. There are degrees of course in public wetting, from standing on your porch in the dark to walking in a busy main street in broad daylight and wetting for all to see. I haven’t quite got that far myself yet but I have wet in public in the town in daylight (abt 11a.m.) and been seen by a few people. From the responses on the forum public wetting is very popular and I imagine that some of the popularity is because many can enjoy public wetting vicariously that way and there is nothing wrong with that. However, I also believe that the popularity in part is because it is ‘acting out’ what we would like to do but lack the courage – yet. To start the discussion off I will tell you how I feel. I love the wetting experience in many ways but I get the best thrill from being in a public, or semi-public, place where someone might see me. When I say someone I mean someone who doesn’t know me, a friend or relative would be very different! The fantasy of the perfect partner who is into wetting as deep as I am walking up to me and discreetly asking if I am ok Etc. Etc. is of course just that, a fantasy. Sorry! Do I want anyone to see me as disgusting? No. Rebellious? Possibly. Free – like wearing no bra would be for a woman? - quite ok with that. Unconcerned that I have wet myself? Yes, good with that. So perhaps it is more of a breaking down of barriers in a sense and removing the societal taboos that dictate that we never, ever, should be seen wet in public (or polite society) because it’s just not done! I was once working at a house I owned and was renovating. I had been to get supplies and completely wet myself on the way back. I parked outside the house and just as I was standing at the back of the car unloading, a lady pulled in right behind me to collect someone nearby. I watched from the house and as she drove away a few minutes later I could clearly lip-read her as she said to her passenger, ‘that guy wet himself. I’m sorry I have no neat conclusion but this is a discussion, I don’t know the answer to my own question so, over to you. Stay wet'n'happy, Roger Ireland
  14. I recently discovered a love for wetting in public/nature. I will go to a park near me at night and walk a secluded trail and pee myself. I get this incredible sense of peace wash over me everytime I get back in my car with my fresh clothes as if nothing happened. Has anyone else experienced this? It is incredible. It’s like all the chatter in my brain stops. I am not worried about anything I am just existing fully in the moment. There is nothing quite like it.
  15. View File Rachel's Recent Tumblr Finds - II These are mostly diaper and pullup clips I've found on Tumblr recently, but there are some other wetting and bedwetting clips hidden in there. Are there a few recent reposts in here. Probably, some of y'all are quicker at posting stuff than I am 🙂 Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 06/10/2021 Category Female  
  16. View File Alice - Wetting tight jeans at night in from of the car while my female freind watches from the car Here is a clip of me soaking myself in tight jeans right in front of our hot female freind (she is watching from the car and not in the actual video) It feel pretty naughty doing it in front if the car at night. (Especially while being watched) 🤭 As usual, I left the wet jeans on while the 3 of us went for a country drive. 😉 Hope you all enjoy!💚 Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 07/18/2020 Category AliceWetting
  17. 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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    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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    In this JAV a woman desperate to pee walks around public place until she loses control. Now this JAV has some scat/enemas in it as well as the wetting parts. I did try to edit them out and make uncut versions for people who didn't want to see it but I kept running into errors. So the best I can do is give you the time stamps of when they come into play.😅 All Scat parts F65-01-01 - 41:57-53:41 A girl gives herself an enema F65-01-03 - 38:22 - 43:02 girl poops her panties F65-01-04 - 17:40 - 31:13 A girl gives herself an enema F65-01-04 - 38:56 - 51:23 girl poops her panties Enjoy
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  20. View File F65-01 In this JAV a woman desperate to pee walks around public place until she loses control. Now this JAV has some scat/enemas in it as well as the wetting parts. I did try to edit them out and make uncut versions for people who didn't want to see it but I kept running into errors. So the best I can do is give you the time stamps of when they come into play.😅 All Scat parts F65-01-01 - 41:57-53:41 A girl gives herself an enema F65-01-03 - 38:22 - 43:02 girl poops her panties F65-01-04 - 17:40 - 31:13 A girl gives herself an enema F65-01-04 - 38:56 - 51:23 girl poops her panties Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/03/2021 Category JAV Collections  
  21. Before I start the story I should give a little background. At this time of this I had just turned 18 and was still living with my parents in my childhood home. For about a year I had been secretly stashing goodnites in my room and had worn them to bed every night because I was and still am completely incontinent when I am asleep. One friday night I went to bed like any other night in a fresh goodnite and went to sleep. Surprisingly for once I woke up try but had to pee very very bad so I ran straight to the bathroom. Luckily I wore shorts over my goodnites because when I walked out of the bathroom my mother was standing there. My mom immediately looked at me and said "You aren't even dressed! We are leaving now!" All of the sudden my heart stopped as I remembered that we were driving 5 hours today to a vacation home my family had rented out for the weekend. She said "Here you look fine put this shirt on lets go". Immediately I asked if I could change into some jeans or something more comfortable since I obviously did not want to go out to meet my family in a pullup. She said no that we were already running late and should have left 20 minutes ago. I reluctantly put the shirt on and walked into the truck to start the drive. For years I had kept my incontinence a secret because I knew my family would look down on me and my brother would make fun of me constantly. However my parents were the kind of people that wanted to make sure I was always hydrated. As soon as I got in the truck my parents handed me a bottle of ice cold water and said to drink up since we would probably be on the road for a while. I quickly drank the whole bottle to avoid another conflict where I say i'm not thirsty and my dad decides to lecture me on why I should never backtalk. After this we started the long 5 hour drive. Normally I would doze off and sleep through these long car rides but on this occasion, having just drank a bottle of water and having the bladder size of half of a frozen pea, I decided to stay awake and keep my pullup dry for as long as possible since I knew I might need it sooner or later. For the first hour and a half somehow I didn't have to go to the bathroom. I ended up plugging my headphones in and listening to some music on the road to distract myself from my parents annoying conversations. As I listened to music I began feeling a little carsick. My dad had never been good at driving and on this particular day was exceptionally bad. Every turn felt like our truck would tip over and every stop sign felt like a roller coaster going down a steep hill. Unfortunately the only thing I could do to combat car sickness was to go to sleep and take a quick nap. Since I didn't have to go to the bathroom yet I decided to bite the bullet and sleep for 30 minutes to hopefully relieve the car sickness. I remember vividly the dream I had on that nap, my long time crush and I were at the movies together and I had to go to the bathroom pretty bad. The movie was just getting good so I decided not to get up and try to go to the bathroom and figured I could hold it for the remaining 30 minutes or so. As the movie ended I still had to go to the bathroom pretty bad but was only at about a 8/10 so I would easily make it to the restroom. However as we went to stand up and leave the theater she accidentally knocked her drink over onto my lap which soaked my jeans. I somehow felt that I no longer had to go to the bathroom anymore as well. I slept for maybe another five minutes before I woke up and checked the time on my phone. We had about 2 and a half hours left on the drive and I still didn't have to go to the bathroom so I figured all was well. However as I readjusted in my seat I noticed that my goodnite was completely full. It turns out my incontinence showed itself at the worst possible time and I drenched my diaper in my sleep. I immediately panicked but remembered that I was wearing a diaper and no one would see so all would be well. The only downside was that I would be in a soaking wet pullup for another 2 and a half hours before I could find a place to sneakily throw it away. At this point my parents stopped for gas and asked any of us if we needed to use the restroom. I said no since I didn't want to risk getting up and walking to the public toilet with a full diaper. After about five minutes my parents came back out of the gas station with a few snacks and drinks which I undoubtedly was not going to touch. For the next hour and a half on the road I kept imagining how good it would feel for me to finally get out of this wet diaper and feel safe knowing that no one would ever know I just completely soaked my diaper in front of my family. However my parents then said the worst sentence I have ever heard in my life. "We are going to stop and eat with your grandmother and cousins at Chile's! We will have to take about a 30 minute detour but will be there soon!". I immediately panicked. I didn't have to go to the bathroom but I knew that being around that many family members in a soaking wet diaper would not be a good thing. 30 minutes later we arrived at the restaurant. Everyone started ordering their food and drinks and as much as I wanted to refrain from drinking anything I felt I had to or would be questioned by my parents. I ordered a coke and sat down and tried to act as normal as possible. My family is a bit strange in that we always order chips and queso at every place we go out to eat. This occasion was no different and I couldn't help myself but to eat some. The only problem was these chips were very salty and made me very thirsty which wasn't great considering I was trying not to drink anything. I got caught up in conversation however and without thinking took a few big drinks of my soda. After a moment of realization I looked down to see my soda was completely empty. I didn't panic however because I assumed that I would just go to the bathroom before we left and I would be fine. After another thirty minutes everyone had finished eating and we were ready to leave. I walked to the bathroom to empty my bladder before we left but to my surprise I couldn't go. I don't know why but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't pee at all. I barely had to go if at all and figured with only an hour and a half to go I would make it just fine. With that I walked back to the truck and put my headphones in and started listening to my music. After about another hour of being on the road we were very close to our destination. Unfortunately the urge to pee hit me very very hard. Soda has always been very hard on me when it comes to making me have to go to the bathroom. As I began to shuffle in my seat and readjust to get more comfortable I was easily sitting at a 7/10 and knew I wouldn't be able to hold it more than 45 minutes or so. I turned off my music and began focusing almost entirely on keeping myself from wetting my diaper again because I knew after one full accident earlier in the day the diaper would not be able to hold it. Soon after my parents said we are 10 minutes away, but your Aunt Carol asked if we could stop by Walmart and pick up some groceries. I started to panic, I knew that even if I was able to hold it long enough to get to the bathroom in Walmart I wouldn't be able to change my diaper without my family seeing. Because of this I knew that my only choice was to hold it until we got to the vacation house. I was already sweating and sitting at an 8.5/10 and knew I didn't have much left in me but this was my only choice. My bladder was pulsing by the time we pulled up in the Walmart parking lot and I hoped that we didn't have to stay there long. I asked my parents if I could stay in the car and they said yes since they wouldn't be long. This was amazing because I genuinely didn't know if I could hold it while walking. The last thing I wanted was to pee my pants in front of my parents and have to explain my soaking wet pullup to them. I would never live that down. Finally my parents went into the store with my younger brother and I began visibly shaking and sweating and rocking my my seat. After about ten minutes I texted them to ask if they were almost ready to leave and they said they would be out in about twenty minutes. My heart dropped. I knew there was no chance I could make it another twenty minutes and then still hold it long enough for us to get to the vacation house. I started tearing up and tried to think of some ideas. I happened to see a Walgreens nearby and figured that my only chance at getting away without getting embarrassed and wetting myself was to get inside, find a restroom, and get back to the car asap. I quickly opened the door and walked as fast as I could to the Walgreens. As I got inside I worked my way to the restrooms only to find the worse case scenario. The bathrooms were closed for cleaning. I asked a cashier if there was any way I could use the restroom and she said no. My heart pacing I was easily at a 10/10 and about to have the biggest accident I have ever had right in the middle of the store. I knew I couldn't walk back to the car because I wouldn't be able to hold it so I decided to walk back to the diaper isle. I quickly grabbed a small pack of pullups and went to the counter to check out. The cashier obviously knew why I was buying the diapers based on my obvious desperation to go to the bathroom and sweat running down my face. She didn't question it however and checked me out without a hitch. However as soon as I began to walk away from the counter I felt it. My bladder was ready to burst. I stood still and froze knowing that if I took a single step I would flood my already soaked diaper and my pants. There were two other customers at the register and the cashier that all realized what was happening and there was nothing I could do about it. I grabbed my crotch and twisted my legs and tried to waddle out of the store but I didn't make it. I started letting go right in the middle of Walgreens. My diaper held on for about 5 seconds but unfortunately I had to go so bad that I peed for well over 45 seconds. As I released I let out an audible moan as it felt so good to no longer have to go to the bathroom. For the entire 45 seconds I completely forgot where I was as the warm liquid gushed out of the leg guards of my pullup and began soaking my grey shorts and pouring down my legs onto the floor. Finally I came back to my senses and realized what had just happened. As I stood in a very large yellow puddle I noticed that my normally light grey shorts had turned almost completely dark gray with a very obvious pee stain all throughout. I started crying and tried to refrain from making eye contact with anyone in the store. The cashier said it was okay and she would have someone clean up my accident and told me to go find a place to change. I quickly sprinted back to my truck thankful that she decided to help me and handle the mess I made in the Walgreens floor. But I knew the terror wasn't over yet. I quickly remembered that my parents were coming back soon and checked my phone. It said "We will be out in about 5 minutes!" I panicked once more. I was standing in the middle of the Walmart parking lot in shorts that had very obviously been peed in and socks that were a lot more yellow than they were when I put them on. I quickly ran to the back of the truck, grabbed a knew pair of pants and socks, and climbed into the truck so I could try to change as discreetly as possible. I decided that since I had already purchased the pullups I would try to have some fun with them but most importantly I would put one on immediately since my bladder was so worn out there was no doubt I would pee myself again before the day was over. I grabbed a goodnite and put it on and threw another pair of darker colored shorts on. I was worried there would be no way I could hide the soaking wet pants so I quickly found the nearest trash can and threw them away. I then put the opened pack of goodnites in the bottom of my backpack that I carried with me and hoped no one looked inside. I sat down and tried to pretend as good as I could that nothing happened. As good as it felt sitting in a dry diaper for the first time in 6 hours I knew that I had just embarrassed myself in front of 3 people and had a very close call that could have likely ended in me wetting myself in the middle of a Walmart. I hoped that the embarrassment was over but boy was I wrong. Part 2 coming soon!
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