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  1. enveous

    malefemale Country road

    So my current living situation gives me my own room which as a wetting enthusiast I have done several times. But tonight I went outside to wet on the steps or beside the house like usual but the dimly lit surrounding because the moon has not risen yet gave me a shield to the neighbors. I wanted to be daring. Well this isn't really daring considering the low light but was an amazing thing for me. I decided to walk the length of the driveway which was dark and long and only made it to the road by luck. And that's the fun part. Living in the country not many cars pass by. So my thoughts were to sit in the middle of the road and pee myself. I'm usually a pee shy person and have to be bursting to wet in the open but tonight was dark all around. I easily just sat down legs spread and peed my shorts. Right in the middle of a country road. Just enough lite from the stars to see the wet outline running towards the edge of the road. This was an awesome experience for me.
  2. View File Some From My Collection Some vids I have of pants wetting/messing. I DO NOT claim to be the sole owner of these videos, nor do I know of any copywrites associtated with these videos. I tried to select files that were not already uploaded by somebody else. If I have uploaded a duplicate, I apologize. P.S. I am always looking for more amateur stuff and have about 500 gigs worth of trade. Submitter ADaddy Submitted 06/24/2015 Category Female videos Clothing Jeans  
  3. Iliketrains

    Great Site

    I'm not sure if many users of this site know about the following link. The last post even mentioning it was quite a while ago. Anyways, this is the first thing I found that got me into omorashi and wetting. Enjoy! https://shanachan.org/fetish/res/36518.html
  4. View File Mandy Moore Wetting Her Yoga Pants Caught this posted as a YouTube link. Decided I would grab it and upload it before YouTube took it down. Submitter Coolio123 Submitted 08/12/2016 Category Pants Wetting  
  5. File Name: Amateur Wettings and Messing Vids File Submitter: Gear-Fox File Submitted: 01 Feb 2016 File Category: Female Diaper Play & Wetting A bunch of vids I've saved up from various places from around the web. Contains mostly wetting, but also some messy vids. Enjoy Click here to download this file
  6. A lot of us have had this fetish as for long as we can remember. We have liked wetting our self before it bacame sexual. For many of us, it has also been a well kept secret. That was the case for me as well. I don't really know when it started. Maybe around when I was ten years. I continued thru my teen age, during my studies, and later when I was grown up. I met a guy, we moved together and eventually married. I still liked to wet my pants whenever I got the chance. It was of course difficult some times. But I sneaked in to the bathroom and peed in my pants in the shower, now and then, and then of course had some problems to hide the evidence. This continued for over ten years. I know. Terrible. It wasn't that I was lying or anything, but I didn't fell honest to my husband keeping it a secret from him. So, last summer, on vacation, I told him. Actually he asked me about it... "I have seen that your pants and sometimes are drying in the laundry room. Do you have some small accidents?" I blushed of course. "No, I'm fine... there is no problem". Witch was perfectly true. "Maybe you should go to the doctor", he suggested. "No, there is no problem." But still. I wanted to tell him. Maybe I had been less cautious lately with my wet pants. Maybe some part of me wanted to be busted. Later that night I told him. It was difficult, and I was ashamed. "You know you asked me about my wet pants... I have to tell you something that I have kept for a secret a long time..." "Yes... Now I get a little worried..." "Sometimes when I really have to pee. I just get a really strong feeling that I want to pee my pants... I'm not proud about it, But that's the truth." "Puuh, I thought you should tell me you where sick or something. Well, that's not a big deal for me... just wash your pants properly..." And then the conversation continued for quite a time. I tried to explain, and he tried to understand. He kept saying that he was just happy that I was well. And that things could have been much worse... "This does no harm to anyone...!" So we agreed that I could continue to wet myself when I feel the urge. I have got the feeling that he will not be part of it, but I suspect he finds it a little cute. It was very deliberating to tell him. Now I feel free, and know that I can be who I am. I'm now curious, how did you tell your bf/gf/SO that you like to wet your pants? And do you now do it in front of them, or still by you self?
  7. Alltheomorashi

    Return from hiatus!

    Hello and welcome to my grand return. I was offline for awhile due to personal reasons, but now back and ready to share so here goes. Hopefully I’m not too rusty! This experience was..... A doozy.... and while mortifying at the time I’m glad I can share it with you all now. —————————————— One weekend this semester, my friends and I decided to go for a drive to a lake not far from campus. We figured we could stay for a few hours, relax in one of our families’ cabins by the fire, and then head back. It sounded like a nice change of scenery and nothing seemed dreamier than a cup of tea in front of a roaring fireplace while overlooking a frozen lake, playing in the snow, or ice skating. I put on a big, fuzzy, and absolutely cozy sweater over a pair of black leggings. In the interest of avoiding panty lines I made sure to wear the only thong I owned, a lacy pink one I’d received as a gift. Once I pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail I was perfectly dressed for my winter adventure. Of course, the trip also required supplies. I grabbed a duffle bag and filled it with my snow pants, tea, ice skates, and snacks. Despite the snow outside, the temperature wasn’t too cold and, upon considering the weight of my snow pants and the heat they would provide, I threw in a pair of gray shorts too, to wear while playing in the snow. I zipped up the bag, grabbed a thermos of tea to go, and then hopped into my car. The car ride was relatively uneventful. I blasted music, sang along to the radio, and polished off my tea over the course of the hour and a half drive to get to the cabin. The ride is a scenic route, with minimal time on the highway and the majority of it down dirt roads through trees. When the cabin finally came into sight, along with my other friends standing in wait outside their cars, we hurriedly unpacked everything and headed in. We spent the first couple hours just chatting and drinking tea, I must have polished off at least 4 cups over that time, before a friend finally suggested we go enjoy the snow and frozen lake. We enthusiastically agreed and I went to my room, quickly changing into my gray shorts and snow pants before grabbing my winter coat and skates, and joining my friends. It was as we began building a snowman that the sheer volume of how much tea I’d had to drink hit me. It was a dumb mistake. I knew tea ran right through me. I gasped, hands flying to my crotch. Luckily I had wandered pretty deep into the forest in search of some nice sticks to use for arms. My snow pants were too thick for my desperate clutching to ease the pain too much so I quickly checked that I was out of view from everyone before scrambling to yank down my snow pants, shorts, and thong. I barely made it, my thong clearing my pee hole just as my piss began pouring out of me. The snow seemed to steam as I heard my stream gush out of me like a waterfall. When I had finally finished I couldn’t help but sigh in relief. I yanked all of my bottoms back up and, although embarrassed by the large section of yellow snow I’d left behind, I simply kicked fresh snow over it, grabbed a few sticks, and hurried to rejoin my friends, all of them oblivious to what I had just done. I thought nothing more of my bladder for awhile. This was my second mistake. I had forgotten that the last time I’d had so much tea to drink that, not only had it flowed quickly through my body, but I’d had to pee what felt like every 20 minutes for the rest of the evening. The next urge hit me while we were ice skating on the frozen lake. I was on the far side from the cabin when I nearly gasped out with the strength of the urge. My hands started to fly to my crotch once more but immediately stopped when I realized I was in plain view of my friends. I started to skate back towards the cabin as quickly as I could considering my desperation, which wasn’t fast at all. As the edge, and thus relief, grew nearer one of my friends suddenly grabbed hold of my hands, laughing, and spinning the two of us around. I grinned at her, after all she had no idea and was just trying to have a whimsical time, but inside I was grimacing. My poor sphincter couldn’t handle this and not only had I been denied relief but all the spinning was jostling my poor bladder. I was already starting to leak as she let go of my hands, but I’d grown dizzy with all the spinning and found myself slipping and falling onto the ice, ass first. As soon as I made contact with the ground the dam burst. Piss started flooding my thong and, with having so little material, my shorts were soon to follow. My friend hurriedly skated over to apologize and was about to offer me a hand up, but I knew standing would probably mean pee dripping into my skates and socks so, instead, I simply waved her off, laughing, even though I wanted nothing more than to cry. My shorts were soaked through at the crotch and butt quickly, and I could feel it pooling into my snow pants at an alarming rate until finally, finally coming to a stop. I suggested we head inside and relax for a bit before getting back on the road home, as the sun was about to set and it would soon be dark. The dirt paths were treacherous enough in the light of day, littered with potholes and full of twists and turns, let alone at night when visibility was low. My friends all agreed and only once they’d all turned around did I dare stand up. I cringed, face burning with shame, as I felt the piss that had pooled in my snow pants run down my legs, but none slipped out so I was in the clear. No one would know of my accident except for me. I hurried back to my room as soon as I was inside and free of my skates. I stepped into the shower of the en suite bathroom, removing my snow pants there so the pee sloshing inside would run into the drain instead of onto the carpet of the bedroom. When I walked past the mirror to put my snow pants back in my bag, I saw the extent of the damage. My gray shorts had gone black in a wide half circle around my crotch and another larger one on my ass. I was absolutely mortified at the image and quickly removed the shorts, wrapping them up in the snow pants and shoving both angrily into my bag. I dried off my legs and dried my thong until it was no longer dripping. I then slipped my leggings back on over the damp underwear and prepared to face my oblivious friends. The rest of my time there was pleasant and while not forgotten, my almost wetting and actual one both were filed away for me to agonize over later. As the sun dipped below the horizon, we all said our goodbyes and hopped into our respective cars. I had peed only 30minutes before so I assumed I would be fine to make the drive home as I let the others peel away into the woods. The first 30 or so minutes of my journey were fine. I wasn’t quite as jovial as I had been on my way down, but I made a point of focusing on the highlights of the day instead of the accidents. Eventually though my bladder once again made itself known. “Not again” I groaned, grabbing hold of my crotch. By now it was too dark to pull over and pee on the side of the road and the nearest gas station wasn’t until I got off the highway and neared my apartment, but with only my leggings and thong between me and my peehole I figured holding would be sufficient until I could stop. So I clutched myself hard and went back to focusing on the road. Although this worked for some time, every pothole I hit felt like a stab to the bladder and I had to concentrate on the road so much due to the twists and turns, that I could barely put any attention on keeping back the oncoming flood. I began squirming in addition to my constant holding, and I nearly wanted to cry. Thankfully, I finally pulled onto the highway. Although I was still a good 20 minutes from the gas station, I figured without the worry of turning and pot holes, I could focus more on my bladder and drive faster. It wasn’t enough and with 10 minutes left to the gas station I felt piss hit my hands, beginning to wet myself for the second time that day. I quickly pulled over onto the shoulder, shoving my door open and racing to the gravel in hopes of reaching somewhere more private. While the thinness of my leggings had been a blessing before now they were a curse. My piss mostly shot straight through them as if entirely unimpressed, the black material quickly growing shiny. The dark should’ve given me cover, but in my haste I had run around to the front of my car before giving up and now my car’s headlights, still in high beam from the forest, were serving as a spotlight to my humiliation. To all drivers passing by it was obvious what was happening and I was powerless to stop it. I must have sat there pissing myself for 10minutes but it felt like hours. A few cars honked as they sped by, one truck full of teenage boys went so far as to slow down so as to roll down their windows and laugh at me as they recorded my shame. I gave them the finger but the gesture could hardly be taken seriously when I was wetting myself like a child and eventually, with one final laugh, they picked up speed once more and were gone. When my flow finally stopped, I dejectedly climbed back into my car and made my way home, cursing my luck, and vowing to buy some kind of wetting protection the minute I got home. Admittedly, I’ve been busy so that hasn’t happened yet but I’ve become determined to get some kind of leak guard within the next few days. Hopefully that will be enough.
  8. nocturne_88

    Wetting Dress Clothes

    Version flv

    201 downloads

    This is a skit I finished last night called "Wetting Before a Wedding." It's Part 1 of 2 and does have some partial nudity in it (me in underwear for a minute or two). Because Part 2 contains self-wetting and nudity, I'm not sure I should post it on this site. (I'm a little unfamiliar with what the rules are.) One thing to know: the file says wmv, but it's really flv. To see the vid, you will have to download a VLC Player online. Also, you may have trouble not getting sound. To fix this, go to the tool bar on the VLC player, go to Audio, scroll down to Audio Track, click Disable, go back to Audio Track, and click Track 1. This should give you the full experience. Oh, and this vid was by far was the most erotic wetting I've ever recorded. It was fun. I hope you like it, and please leave positive comments.

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  9. I think I captured most of it in the title... Yes Rachel is procrastinating and surfing dark corners of the web.
  10. ThatGuy24

    Panty pee

    Good one I hadn't seen before. Can anyone grab it? https://vk.com/videos248205887?section=all&z=video252232219_169637795%2Falbum248205887%2Fpl_248205887
  11. Sapphire3619

    Alone

    I'd like to get a chapter-ed story out next (not this one), but that means finding enough weekends in a row to write it :) For now, I have this little scene to share. Happy [almost] Halloween! *** “Alright, darlings,” Willa Morgan called to the two teenagers. “We’re off to dinner. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen, or you can order a pizza if you’re willing to wait. We should be back before 10.” “Sure, Mom,” 18-year-old Finley responded with a smile, swinging her unrealistically shiny curtain of hair over her shoulders. Hank looked up from his sketchpad. “Could I please play games while you’re gone?” “Sure, sweetie,” Willa replied. “Thanks for asking. I’m sure you can figure out how to get the system working.” Hank thanked Willa and headed back to the den. The cabin was small compared to the Morgan’s massive estate in the city, but it still seemed luxurious to Hank. He liked playing video games – the focus and lack of any real-world implications was relaxing – but he knew that Willa and Geoff preferred to limit video games during “family time.” Back in the kitchen, Willa and Geoff kissed their daughter goodbye and headed out. The cabin was fairly remote, and the closet acceptable restaurant for date night was a half-hour drive away, but they didn’t have any hesitation with leaving the two teens alone at the cabin. Well, barely any hesitation. When Willa had proposed going out the night before, Geoff had questioned whether or not they should stay with Hank. After all, the 15-year-old had only lived with them for a month, and this was the first trip to the cabin they’d taken as a family. The trip had been Geoff’s idea. He’d wanted to give them all a chance to bond and relax before the new school year started. He thought the quiet and relative simplicity of a week out in the country would be helpful for Hank’s transition. To be honest, the Morgans didn’t know a whole lot about Hank’s life before he’d come to live with them. Even the social worker didn’t seem to know. They knew he was originally from a few states over and that he’d been bounced around among various family members, but none of his living situations were what could reasonably be called “healthy.” Willa and Geoff had heard about drugs, alcohol, and neglect, though, to the best of anyone’s knowledge, there had never been any physical or sexual abuse. Through a series of lucky connections and one very concerned teacher, Hank had been placed in the foster care system and ended up moving a few hundred miles away. Willa and Geoff had been looking into fostering for several years. They’d only had one child and wanted to be able to share their considerable wealth, but they knew bringing a disadvantaged child into a completely new environment wasn’t a simple procedure. Willa and Geoff both worked, so they knew they were not equipped to take in a child with substantial supervision or personal care needs. Luckily, and more than a little surprisingly, Hank seemed to be remarkably well-adjusted. He was mature and whip-smart, the kind of smart that seemed out-of-place coming from a kid with dingy, tattered clothes and raggedy hair. The Morgans had provided a haircut and updated wardrobe, and Hank had responded with nothing but politeness and good behavior. He smiled easily and responded readily in family conversations. Willa and Geoff counted themselves very lucky. Now, out at the old but well-kept family cabin, Hank was settled in the den in the back, while Finley remained in the kitchen, engrossed with her phone. Finley wasn’t unkind, but she had the kind of embedded self-centeredness that came with being the beautiful only child of rich parents, despite Willa and Geoff’s attempts to keep from spoiling her. She didn’t enjoy the cabin as much as she used to, and now, a half hour after he parents left, she was bored. Her parents had explicitly told her to stay with Hank, right? He was 15. He’d be fine if she ran out to meet up with some friends. Finley had already made her decision before she knocked gently on the slightly-ajar door to the den. Hank’s eyes flickered over to his glamourous foster sister before refocusing on the campaign. “Hey, Fin,” he greeted her. Finley smiled. She really did like the quiet new addition to their family. She knew some of her friends’ younger brothers, so she was well aware that 15-year-old boys were not, as a group, all polite and unobtrusive. “Hey, kid,” she replied. “I’m gonna run out and meet some friends for dinner. I won’t be gone long. Is that OK?” “Mmm-hmm,” Hank mumbled, his eyes locked on the screen. He knew that Finley was asking him something, but she didn’t seem to be asking him to do anything, so he didn’t put too much thought into assenting. He and Finley didn’t talk much, so he didn’t feel badly about keeping his attention on his game. Likewise, Finley wasn’t really concerned with Hank’s inattentive response. She’d done her job – alerted the young man that she’d be gone – and she’d be back well before her parents, anyway. She grinned at Hank before walking out, shutting the door behind her. Hank didn’t really hear the door shut. He definitely didn’t hear the rattle of the old, loose lock clicking into place. The cabin was several decades old, and the den in the back of the house had been the last on the list for updates. The knob was loose and creaky, and if the door was shut even a little bit too hard, the lock would fall into place, effectively trapping anyone who happened to be in the den. But Hank didn’t know that. He barely even registered that Finley was gone. All he knew is that he was nearly finished with the current mission. He adjusted his position on the floor. He realized he had to pee, as he usually did around this time of night, and he was getting hungry. He decided he’d finish the mission, save, and then get up to go to the bathroom and get something for dinner. Hank squirmed a bit as he finished the mission, pressing his knees together. He saved his progress and turned off the TV, stretching a bit as he rose from the floor. For the first time, he noticed how quiet it seemed. The cabin didn’t have any of the typical traffic and human sounds as the city, anyway, but without the noise from his game, the silence of the house seemed palpable. Hank’s brow furrowed as he reached for the door. But the knob wouldn’t turn. Hank frowned, stepping in closer. He gripped the doorknob harder, but it wouldn’t budge. He jiggled the knob, and it rattled in his hand, but still wouldn’t turn. Hank felt himself starting to sweat. “Fin?” he called. No answer. He tried again, louder. “Fin? Can you help me?” Silence. Hank dropped his hand from the door. He tried to convince himself that there was a logical explanation for the silence…and the locked door…and the apparently empty house… It’s fine he told himself. Willa and Geoff are at dinner. Fin probably just has her headphones in or something. He stepped back from the door, unsure of how to proceed. He had to pee, and he was pretty hungry, but he could wait awhile. He slumped back on the floor and turned on the TV. After another half hour, he turned it off again, listening for any sounds of movement outside the den. The quiet of the cabin was making him nervous, and he could hear a rumble of thunder in the distance. He stood and looked out the window; he could see dark storm clouds rolling in, obscuring the evening summer sun. Hank’s face fell. The storm looked bad. It’s not that he was afraid of storms, but he could tell it was going to be loud and nasty, and he really wasn’t sure if the den was the safest place to be in the cabin. The Morgans had given him a cell phone, but he still wasn’t used to keeping it on his person at all times, so it was somewhere on the other side of the locked door. He walked back over to the door. He tried the doorknob again, already knowing the futility of the attempt. “Finley?” he yelled. No answer. “Willa? Geoff?” Silence. Hank felt his stomach drop. The nerves were accompanied by a surge in his bladder that necessitated a squeeze of his thighs. “Finley?” he repeated, but much quieter. He stepped backward into the den, fighting despondency. No one was coming. No one was home. Hank blinked rapidly. The rain started outside, and he slid down onto the couch. It’s fine, he thought. I can handle this. He felt a familiar emptiness in his chest as he sat in the empty room. He was alone. He’d lost count of how many times he’d been left alone – dropped off at some new house, not picked up after school, or, just like now, flat-out being left behind in a house by himself. Hank breathed deeply as the minutes passed. Some small, logical part of his brain tried to say that there was a rational explanation, that the Morgans really wouldn’t take him out to a cabin just to abandon him. But Hank had been left behind far too many times to allow that part any purchase. He was 15, he was alone, he was trapped, there was a big storm approaching, he was hungry, and he really had to pee. Inhaling sharply, Hank pressed his hand between his legs. He’d already had to go, and the increase in anxiety only served to make his need all the more intense. The storm intensified outside. Hank could hear the rain lashing against the block glass windows high on the wall. Hank knew he should calm down, but he hadn’t been able to release his grip on his dick. He felt overwhelmed, almost lightheaded. He looked around the room for anywhere he could relieve himself without making a mess, but there were no waste bins or even empty water bottles. A hot leak sprung against Hank’s hand, and he doubled over. He couldn’t remember ever having to pee so badly, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. Slowly, Hank rose to his feet and made his way over to the far wall, off of the area rug. The old hardwood floors were a bit warped with age, but he figured hard floors would be easier to clean than the couch or the rug. If he ever got out of here, that is. Hank peed a little more as he moved, and his breath caught in his throat. Without looking, he knew there would be a visible stain on his shorts. It should have been the least of his concerns, what with being abandoned and locked in a room and all, but the immediacy of excretory desperation had a way of overtaking all other thoughts. Sliding down against the wall, Hank wet even more. He was vibrating with fear and the physical effort of holding, and he hadn’t been able to wrap his head around the fact that he was about to have an accident in his pants. A bolt of lightning lit the den, accompanied by a deafening clap of thunder. Hank gasped and jerked, finally losing his last shred of control. Urine began to flow through his shorts, rapidly expanding the existing stain between his legs. Hank shuddered with failure and fear, repressed sobs shaking his body. His stream of piss surged and waned with each heave of his torso, cruelly mimicking his silent, uneven cries. But still no tears fell from his eyes. He was scared and alone, but he wouldn’t cry. He’d been here before. Well, not having an accident – not for many years, anyway – but alone in a house with no one to help or take care of him. Hank kept wetting, soaking through every inch of the fabric of his underwear and shorts. A warm puddle grew from his butt out past his shoes, pooling oddly on the old, warped floorboards. Another crash of thunder seemed to shake the cabin. Hank was still wetting himself, pee trickling in multiple streams through his drenched underwear and onto the floor. He leaned against the wall, unable to support himself, even in a sitting position. His stream finally tapered off, leaving him with saturated shorts sticking to his thighs and a long puddle underneath him that rippled with each tremor of his body. Hank stared past his knees, his gaze unfocused. The storm drifted past the cabin, and the sound of thunder gradually diminished, but Hank still couldn’t bring himself to move. He was exhausted from worry and trying to hold it, and he didn’t want to think of what he’d have to do now that the Morgans had abandoned him. His shorts cooled and chafed against his legs, and his thoughts swam with ineffectual attempts to convince himself that it was all no big deal. It was just another family that didn’t want him. He didn’t know how long he sat there. The sounds of the storm faded, but sunlight didn’t return, indicating that it was at least after 9. Just as Hank was about to doze off, he heard voices. He blinked rapidly, heart in his throat. “…here, honey?” Willa’s voice sounded mildly concerned as she came down the hallway toward the den. “Willa!” Hank’s voice caught as he called for his foster mother, delirious with confusion and relief. “Willa!” “Hank?” Willa was definitely concerned now. She reached for the den door, and, seeing it shut, guessed what must have happened. With Geoff at her side, she twisted the old lock just so, and the door sprung open. Hank gasped at the sight of his foster parents. He felt like the ever-tightening band of fear wrapped around his chest had snapped, and he choked with relief. He scrambled to his feet, clumsy and gangly, as Willa and Geoff hurried across the room. Willa wrapped her arms around the distraught teen, and Geoff embraced them both. Before she could open her mouth to ask what had happened, Hank let out a keening sob. “You left me!!” he wailed, the words straining against his throat. “Y-you le-ahhhhhh!” Words failed him, and he sagged against the embrace of the Morgans. Willa and Geoff shared a horrified look. In just seconds, they’d figured out that Finley was gone, and Hank had somehow gotten locked in the den. Neither of them had expected the sheer betrayal and anxiety on the teen’s face, though. Willa opened her mouth to correct him, but Geoff spoke first. “We’re so sorry, Hank,” he said gently. “We shouldn’t have left you for so long. We’re here now. It’s OK, I promise.” Hank continued to weep, his face buried against Willa’s shoulder. It had been so long since someone had actually come back for him, since someone leaving didn’t mean them leaving for good. He’d spent the past two hours trying to convince himself that he didn’t care about the Morgans, and especially didn’t care that they didn’t care about him, but seeing Willa and Geoff burst into the den had shattered that delusion. He did care about them, and he desperately didn’t want them to leave him behind. Seeing them left him breathless with relief, a feeling only demonstrable through his current breakdown. Willa and Geoff shared a look over the crying teen’s head and came to the mutual decision that they’d get the full story later. The only important matter at the moment was comforting Hank. “Mom?” Finley’s voice echoed down the hallway. She’d heard Hank’s cries as soon as she walked in the front door and had hurried to the den. Willa raised an eyebrow at her daughter, who paled seeing the emotional tableau in the middle of the room. “Hank…” Finley stammered. “Mom, I…” She took a step forward and sighed. “Hank, I’m so sorry,” Finley apologized, genuinely remorseful. “I didn’t mean to be gone for that long, I swear.” Geoff and Willa both started at the girl, silently demanding an explanation. “I ran out with friends to get dinner,” Finley continued. “I told Hank I was leaving, but,” she continued quickly, seeing her parents stiffen at any implication that Hank was at fault, “he was playing his game, I don’t think he heard me. I wasn’t going to be out long, but then the storm came, and there was a tree across the road, a bunch of trees down, and it took me forever to get back!” Willa sighed, stroking Hank’s hair as the teen cried. She knew her daughter didn’t mean any harm, and they’d been meaning to fix the door to the den for ages. It was an unfortunate series of circumstances, but not really anyone’s fault. “I’m so sorry, Hank,” Finley repeated. Seeing someone so close to her own age sobbing and obviously having had an accident was unnerving, and she felt terrible for putting him in that position. Hank whimpered, but didn’t look up. He was grateful for Fin’s apology, but she was still a beautiful girl, and he didn’t want to make eye contact with a beautiful girl while soaked in his own pee. Besides, he was still shaky and uneasy, and he wanted to stay in Willa’s arms a bit longer. “Fin, honey, why don’t you go make Hank a snack?” Geoff suggested, knowing that neither Hank nor Finley would benefit from her continued presence in the room. Finley nodded, grateful for the excuse to leave but still be useful. Willa kept combing her fingers through Hank’s hair, murmuring assurances, while Geoff kept his arms around both of them. Hank’s sobs dwindled into whimpers, until finally, the tears stopped, like the storm passing away from the cabin and into the distance. “Hank, honey?” Willa murmured when the boy quieted. “Do you want to go get changed?” Hank’s stomach lurched. He’d known, obviously, that there was no way Willa and Geoff could have missed the evidence of his accident, but this first vocal acknowledgement that he’d wet himself was still jarring. He straightened, eyes shining. “I’m sorry,” he squeaked, voice raw and small. “I…I couldn’t get to the bathroom.” “It’s fine, Hank,” Geoff reassured him. “It’s not your fault.” “I didn’t hear Fin say she was leaving,” Hank rambled. “Or I wasn’t paying attention, and I didn’t have my phone, and the door was locked, and no one was here, and-“ “Hank, it’s OK,” Geoff hugged the boy tightly. “It’s all going to be OK.” Hank trembled. He believed Geoff – believed all of them, all of their apologies and reassurances – but he was so tired. He’d spent so long doing everything he could to be unemotional, to take care of himself and not be any burden to whoever he happened to be living with at the time. The events of the past few hours – the storm, the fear, the accident, and the reunion – had dragged him through a maelstrom of emotions that he couldn’t handle, even with his years of practice. “Go get cleaned up, sweetheart,” Willa encouraged softly. Nodding morosely, Hank shuffled out of the den. His shorts were no longer dripping, but they were heavy and uncomfortable between his legs. He was exhausted and shaky, and he didn’t know what to expect now. He collected his pajamas from his room and trudged to the bathroom. Peeling off his soiled clothes, Hank couldn’t put together a coherent thought. He almost felt like he was in a dream, where events were disconnected and time moved strangely. Back in his room, Hank was unsure of what to do with his wet clothes. He had a hamper, but he knew better than to put such soiled things in a closed container. “I’ll take those, sweetie.” Hank looked up to see Willa and Geoff standing in the doorway. Willa held out her hand, and Hank cringed as he passed over his pissed-in shorts and underwear. Willa quickly took the clothes to the laundry room before returning. “Hank, we’re so sorry,” Geoff started. He and Willa stood just inside the doorway and to the left, not wanting to intrude on Hank’s space. Hank stood against his bed, fidgeting awkwardly. “Hank,” Willa asked. “Honey, did you think we’d left you for good?” Hank blinked, ashamed of the tears that had gathered in his eyes. After a moment, he shrugged. “That’s what happens to me,” he whispered. Willa let out a soft, sad sigh. Geoff stepped forward to place a reassuring hand on the teen’s shoulder. “Not here, Hank,” Geoff promised. “We knew what we were doing when we asked you to come live with us. We’re not going to leave you.” Hank ducked his head. He felt so stupid. “I-“ he stammered. “I don’t think you’re bad people,” he mumbled. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just…” He looked up, pleading. “No one was here,” he went on. “I was scared and I couldn’t help thinking that you weren’t coming back.” Dropping his eyes again, Hank’s voice lowered. “Everyone else didn’t come back.” Willa stepped forward, and she and Geoff wrapped the boy in a tight hug. “Of course, sweetheart,” she soothed. “Of course we understand that you would think that, and we’re sorry that you did. We’re all going to try to be a lot better about making sure you never have cause to think that again.” Hank nodded, too overcome to speak. He was comforted, but still tired from the terrible events of the evening. Geoff rubbed Hank’s back, recognizing the boy’s exhaustion. “Do you want something to eat, bud?” Still quiet, Hank shook his head, suppressing a yawn. “OK, honey,” Willa said, kissing his forehead. “We’ll let you get some sleep. Let us know if you need anything.” She and Geoff hugged Hank one last time, then turned to go. “Can-“ The adults turned around at the sound of Hank’s soft, stammering plea. “Can you leave the door open, please?” “Of course, sweetheart,” Willa promised. She gave her foster son one last smile before leaving him to sleep.
  12. I was 12 and had an older sister and a younger sister.My younger sister was 10 and still wet her bed most nights.Mom would only change the sheets every few days the rest of the time just fold back the blankets and let the bed air dry.and she would just hang her wet pajamas over the back of the chair to dry for the following night. Mom went to visit her sister for a long weekend and took my younger sister with her for four days and my older sister was going camping with a friends family leaving me home alone for four days.Even at age 12 I liked wetting my pants when ever I could get away with it.Once they left I had a look at my younger sisters bed to see if she had wet it as the pee stains were kind of a turn on even at that age.She had wet it the night before and mom folded back the blankets so it would air dry and it was dry,but the sheets were pee stained and her pajamas were hung over the chair dry. That night I decided I was going to wet her bed seeing I could do so and get away with it.All I had to do the next day was fold back the blankets again and let it dry.I drank about four cans of pop before bed and really had to go bad.I was just going to sleep in my underwear but after seeing her pajamas over the chair decided to wear them and I gone in her dresser and grabbed a pair of her satin panties.At this point I was about to burst so I climbed into her bed all dressed in her pajamas and underwear.I still remember that wet bed smell and the feeling of the rubber sheet on the bed. At first I did a few small leaks in my pants then just full force started peeing my pants at first on my back then I rolled over and finished laying on my stumac.I still remember the feeling as it puddled under me soaking my entire front side,front of my legs and front of the pajama top.It felt so warm and pleasent.I peed the bed three times that night.The next morning I folded back the blankets and hung the pajamas over the back of the chair like nothing happened and got away with it.I continued to pee in the panties for the rest of the weekend then just tossed them in the laundry pile and that was that.The temptation was just to much to resist ! B)
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  14. Gemmy

    female Shadow's Revenge

    My story the other day about making Shadow hold until he made me cum was well praised so thank you . I had a request to write more about his desperation which I will do soon but this story is to fulfill the request I had to write the opposite side of the tale where I'm the one desperate and I have to make him cum. I chose to write this one as it effectively follows on from the previous story as he was acting his revenge on me. Me and my sister had met our mum in town and had been for lunch. We spent two hours sat eating lunch and catching up, in which time the drinks were plentiful. After lunch my mum had to go to work and me and Casey decided to do some shopping. We decided to go to the White Rose (some of you will know this place, for those who don't it is a shopping centre on the outskirts of Leeds) as we hadn't been there for a while. Its nice because it has a lot of the shops we like and its only 20 minutes drive up the motorway. We got there and spend the next few hours looking round the shops. We stopped at the food court and got ourselves a coffee. After we finished we made our way back towards the exit stopping in a few shops to pick up stuff we hadn't bought previously to avoid having to carry it around. We got to the escalators that lead to the car park and I asked if she wanted to go anywhere else. She said she didn't so we exited out into the car park. After locating my car we pulled out of the car park onto the main road and headed towards the motorway. As we pulled up the slip road onto the motorway I noticed the traffic was quite heavy and looked at the clock on the dashboard, it was almost 4 o'clock, the start of rush hour, at least we were coming home now and not in an hours time when the rush hour would be in a full swing. We drove along for about five minutes when we hit traffic. We slowed down and I realised it was the roadworks up ahead. As we slowly crawled along my sister said “oh god why is there traffic”. I looked over and was about to ask why she cared when I noticed her fidgeting. “why what's up with the traffic” I asked. “all those drinks from lunch have caught up with me and I really need a wee”. As if to prove her point she stuck her hand between her legs and squirmed. I laughed and told her she should have gone before we left. She told me she had thought about it but knew she could make it home but now we were stuck in traffic it seemed a whole lot worse. I giggled and starting teasing her, but as I did my thoughts focused on my own bladder. For the past hour or so It had been filling up and I myself had to pee, It wasn't too bad at the moment but I was starting to get desperate. 20 minutes later we were almost at our exit and now she was squirming around like crazy. She hadn't mentioned her need in that time, we just chatted and listened to the radio. By now my own bladder had filled and I was busting for a wee myself. Each time we stopped I would squeeze my thighs together. Looking at my sister I wasn't as bad as her but I was getting there. As we pulled off down the slip road she said “ooooo hurry up Gem im about to pee myself”. My eyes widened and I felt my pussy spring to attention. I knew she had to go but not that bad. I glanced over at her and her hands were jammed into her crotch and she was breaking out a cute little pee dance. We drove down the main road into town and she kept saying she had to pee and telling me hurry up. This was turning me on so much but at the same time her constant commentary on needing to pee was making me need to pee worse. We got through the mass of traffic lights in the town centre and as we pulled into the bottom of our road she whipped her seatbelt off and started moaning saying she was leaking in her knickers and was on the verge of exploding. The moment I pulled into our drive she jumped out of the car and dashed towards the front door. When I got out of the car and turned round I caught a glimpse of her as she dashed through the door. I walked over and went inside and saw her kicking her shoes off and running up the stairs. I heard her say hi to Matty and then heard the bathroom door shut. Now I was stood up I noticed just how bad I had to pee. I was getting close to leaking. I walked upstairs and into my room and found Shadow sat on the bed. He laughed and asked what was up with Casey. I told him we got in traffic and she had a very very full bladder. He laughed and asked how I was. I told him I was fine, apart from my own very very full bladder. I took off my coat and walked over to the bathroom door and told her to be quick cos I was bursting for a pee. I then walked back into the bedroom....this was a fatal mistake. I sat on the bed and crossed my legs bouncing slightly as I waited for her to finish in the bathroom. I stood up to get my bag to get my things out and I stood fidgeting and shifting from foot to foot as I desperately tried to keep my knickers dry. I thought out loud and said “she best hurry up in there, i'm about to burst”. He looked at me and nodded and then went back to his work. I came and sat back on the bed and looked what he was doing. It was some boring accounts stuff for the shop. I heard the toilet flush and then a about a minute later she came out and went downstairs. I asked him if we had anything planned for the evening and he said we hadn't and I said I would be downstairs. I stood up to and pee and to go downstairs when he grabbed my hand. I looked at him and said “where you going”. I said “i'm gonna go for a pee then i'm going to go get a drink and chill with Casey downstairs”. He smiled and said “don't I get a kiss”. I giggled and leant over and kissed him. I leant back up and he still had hold of my hand. As I went to pull away he said “oh by the way, i've just thought of something I need to do.....i need to act my revenge”. I looked at him puzzled as he put his laptop down on the bed. I said “you can tell me in a minute, i'm seriously about to wee myself” and I tried to pull away but he kept hold of my hand. He smiled and said “well....you know what you need to do”. I was confused then it dawned on me. His revenge!!!.....only three days before we had played our game and I made him hold on till he made me cum, now it my turn. I protested and said that I would never last, I was almost wetting myself. He just laughed and said, you better get a move on then and winked at me. I scowled at him as my bladder pushed down hard as if to say you don't have time for this, but secretly I was loving it. I sat down on the bad beside him and slowly pulled down the zip on his jeans then tried to undo the button. It was like when you try to get the key in the door when you are bursting, my fingers fumbled and slipped all over the place. Eventually I got it undone and moved them down slightly. My hand reached in his shorts and pulled out his limp cock. Oh god, this was going to take longer than I thought. I knew what I had to do. I stood up and walked to the end of the bed and started pee dancing. It was intended as an act to arouse him but it turned into actual pee dancing as my bladder threatened to explode and empty into my knickers. I slid my hand down the front of my jeans and into my knickers and pushed on my pee hole. As I did I moaned in desperation and wiggled and bounced around. I turned round and bent forward holding myself plus giving him a view of my wiggling bum. I continued moaning and dancing and when I turned round his cock was growing and before long it was big and hard and seriously turned on. “god damn girl you know how to turn me on”. I giggled and keeled on the bed next to him. My hand in my jeans continued rubbing my aching pee hole and my other hand reached down and gripped round his cock. I began to stroke him and felt his cock throb under my fingers. I gasped as the hand in my knickers suddenly felt damp. I pulled it out and as I did a leak escaped and dampened my knickers. I moaned and bounced even more telling him I had leaked and need to wee so bad. This was true but I know there is nothing that turns him on more than me telling him how bad I need to pee. My hand continued to stroke his cock and I begged him to cum before I wet my knickers like a naughty girl. Suddenly both my hands felt damp. I looked at my left hand pressed against my pussy and saw a wet patch on my jeans, I then looked at my right hand and saw pre cum dribbling over my fingers. I smiled knowing he wouldn't be able to last much longer. I leant back on the bed and spread my legs open. I showed him the wet patch on my jeans and told him if he didn't cum soon they would be soaked. It seemed to have the desired effect as his cock twitched in my hand. I shuffled down the bed and leaned forward and gently licked the tip of his cock with my tongue which caused him to groan. I wrapped my lips around it and gently sucked on it. I continued stroking his shaft as my tongue licked around the tip. More and more pre cum dribbled onto my tongue and more and more pee dribbled into my knickers. Without warning a spurt escaped into my knickers and soaked the front of my jeans. I lifted my head and told him I was starting to spurt and really really needed him cum. I went back to his cock desperately using my hand and tongue trying to make him cum. If he didn't cum soon I was going to have an accident. A few more spurts escaped and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer, my bladder was pushing down so hard on my pee hole which was gradually starting to give up. The pressure was getting so intense. Suddenly a massive spurt shot into my knickers and I felt it run down my thigh soaking my jeans. I moaned and said that I was practically wetting myself. Then I felt it, his cock tightened in my hand, I felt a pumping sensation as the cum travelled up the shaft then it shot out of the top as he groaned out. I continued stroking, milking out every last drop of cum and licking it all up. He said “oh god baby you are good”. I giggled and sat up and asked if I could go pee now, I opened my legs and showed the huge wet patch on my crotch and legs to prove I was seconds from wetting myself. He laughed and said “course you can baby”. I smiled and swung my legs round and went to stand up. As I did he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him. I giggled and said “oh god baby i'm gonna wee myself, you said I could go pee”. He nodded and said “yeah, I said you could go pee, I never said you could leave” and winked at me. Then without warning he pushed down on my bladder causing me to lose control. Pee came gushing out my aching pee hole and soaked my knickers and jeans. He pulled me down and kissed me and I could only lay there, wetting myself, emptying my bladder all over him and kiss him. My bladder continued to empty, I had loads inside me. Eventually the stream stopped and I sat back up. Everything was soaked. My knickers, my jeans, him, the bed. I made a huge puddle. “mmmmm that felt nice” he said. “oh god it did” I replied “now im super horny though”. “ooooo baby, why don't you take care of it”. I didn't need telling twice, my hand ventured down my pee soaked jeans and into my knickers and I started rubbing my clit. God it felt good. Everything about the situation was turning me on. I had just made him cum, I had just wet myself, I had peed all over him, now I was sat on top of him playing with my throbbing pussy. All those thoughts came together in my mind and then I felt the familiar warm sensation in my pussy as my orgasm built. I continued rubbing until I exploded in orgasm. I screamed out and collapsed forward onto him shaking as the pleasure shot through me. I felt cum squirting out of my pussy soaking my jeans and knickers even more. I heard him sigh happily and I realised he must have felt it soaking through my jeans. When the feeling subsided I just laid there on top of him not wanting to move. Until he said “I love you ya know”. For some reason I found it funny and could not stop laughing. I stood up off the bed and looked in the mirror. My jeans were soaked all the way down my legs. I slowly peeled them off and peeled off my wet knickers and threw them in washing basket. I took the rest of my clothes off to go take a shower. I walked out of the bedroom and went and switched the shower on. I was still really horny so I walked back to the bedroom door all wet and soapy and gestured for him to follow me. He did and we enjoyed a very hot steamy shower together in which he repay the favour and emptied his bladder all over me
  15. Despholder

    Very bulged and desperate

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  16. scretpeepants

    malefemale Wet Myself While Running

    This is something that happened to me a while back. I think it was around a year ago, but it was around my birthday and something I enjoyed doing a lot! So during that time, I decided that maybe I could go out for a run, since I do that every so often. It was in the evening so it wasn't too hot nor too cold and I enjoy taking walks or running and such in this type weather. So I went out by myself to take an evening stroll. I was wearing Batman boxers with dark, navy blue basketball shorts, and a black t-shirt (my usual walking/jogging/running/workout clothes minus the underwear mind you). :P I made sure to drink about 4 glasses of water beforehand and made sure I was at least a little desperate before going out. Since it was getting dark and not that many people were around me, I decided that evening would really be the perfect night to wet myself completely! After a few minutes of running, I was getting to the point of desperation where I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. The strain on my bladder was becoming worse! I made extra sure that no one was around, especially someone I might know. I live in a small town where it is almost impossible not to run into someone you know, but I digress. I eventually found a nice spot behind a tree. Once I got comfortable enough in the situation, I spread my legs apart, leaned my head back, relaxed, and let the wetness flow. It started off really slow. It was really warm. I let a relieving sigh out as I looked down and saw the wet patch grow and grow as my pee stream got faster and harder. I peed for about 1 1/2 minutes. The feeling of warmness running down my legs was so amazing. If I could see the puddle I left, I'm sure it was probably huge! Especially since my shorts were soaked! After I jogged for a little while longer in my wet shorts I decided it might be time to get back home. So, ended this little story as I got in my car (shorts now basically dry) and left. This was definitely one of my most favorite wettings that I've ever done. :) I really hope you guys enjoyed reading it!
  17. Charlie Kirby

    female My First Time With a Diaper

    This is gonna be a short post I'm afraid, not much time on my hands. But I really wanted to share this with you. For the last few years I've been staying by myself in a small room in England, but for the last few weeks, I was back in my home in the US, visiting my parents for the summer. It was good fun, and reminded me of all the new experiences I'd enjoyed, dating around three years ago. My room, now belonging to my adopted 6 year old sister, was the home to my first ever orgasm experience (hiding in my closet after completely soaking my naked self in pee). On the first Monday I was back, I was doing a bit of a 'tour' of my old hiding spots, remembering with fondness the naughty girl I'd been. It was when I poked my head round the door of the closet, thinking of myself a few years ago in there, that I discovered a little secret about my sister. Stacked in one corner of the dark closet were packets of pull-up diapers. It seems my young sister is a girl after my own heart! I wounded if one day it will become a fetish for her... But this gave me another cheeky idea. I see a lot about diaper wettings on this forum, and it had always been my plan to try something one day. I checked the cost was clear, then slipped out one of the diapers and headed for the guest room (where I'd been sleeping). That night, it was time for some fun. In the quite of the sleeping house, I turned on my bedside lap. Meant for a girl 13 years younger than me, the pull-ups were very tight. But luckily I am petit, and squeezing my little botty into them didn't take too long. The bulbous padded patch was pulled tight in-between my legs, riding round my front and through to my bottom. It was a wedgy for sure. But the pressure around my tender crotch was giving me a tingling sensation. I stood next to my bed, and after a calm breath in, let the flooding begin. A muffled hissing filled my quiet room, and a pool of warmth grew in the tight material. As I peed, I felt the fabric going squidgy. I let my bladder completely empty, amazed at the strange sensation of a hot bulging diaper. A few trickles had escaped down my legs, splashing a loan few drips onto the carpet. Eventually the hissing grew silent. With a bit of fist time fumbling I managed to take off the wet pull-ups, and sat my now naked and wet bottom on the edge of my bed. I have to admit, it wasn't the best wetting ever, I'd missed my legs getting drenched. But it was still good fun. Still horny, I had a quick playtime before tucking my damp self back into bed.
  18. Now this is an experience that kinda is a little hard to share as it involves a very important person in my life. . (As i wrote this i had to hold back tears from missing her so much) When I was a Junior in high school I was dating a girl. I'll call her lucy. she was wonderful everything i would ever want. a great friend, a beautiful girl. let me describe her. She was 5 "7" about 175 lbs. bright blue eyes, with dark hair that had various highlights. this day she was wearing her dollar general uniform. black polo and khaki's. She was perfect in my eyes. I loved her. I had proposed to her but we broke up shortly after because of drugs. I was addicted to spice and lost her. If i could take it all back and just be with her again I would. As I said I loved her so much. We were at our friends house, who we will call Lucas, he had bought 3 boxes of cold medicine with dextromethomorphine in it. and we had agreed to take 16 each. Anyway, about 30 minutes in we began to feel it. Lucas and I were enjoying it, playing naruto ultimate ninja storm 4. I legitimately thought I was Sasuke. Anyway about 4 hours into the trip we were at the peak and let me tell you the feeling was incredible. It was like a dream but in reality. I felt on top of the world. Lucy leaned up against me and held my arm, she told me to not leave her side, no matter what. I kissed her head and told her it was okay to just "ride it out". She was tripping bad and she buried her face into my shoulder and started to apologize. Well, i felt a warmth on my butt. and I realized she had wet herself. I held her and just let her sleep against me. She looked so peaceful, I remember smiling and telling Lucas what happened so he helped me change her into his girlfriend's clothes. and move her to a dry seat. I would fall asleep shortly after and awake to her smiling at me and telling me "I love you, and I never am leaving your side." She to this day doesn't know that she changed clothes Only Lucas and I do and if she found out she'd be so embarrassed. I know this story isn't as detailed as my normal writings but it is exactly how I remember it. Lucy if you read this I'm sorry for everything.
  19. RavenEevee

    Tips for wetting the bed

    So I really want to have a bed wetting experience. I have the same problem as anyone that doesnt already wet the bed and that is waking up before i start peeing, i need to find a way to stay sleep and be completely relaxed while im sleeping. If i ever was to haven an accident i would rather have a bed wetting accident.
  20. View File Desperate and Wet Cigarette Smoking As my post promised in that one thread, here it is, a smoking and wetting video from yours truly. Also shows my feet at various times if you're into that ;) Really needed to go, hated to waste it, so decided to throw on some light-colored jeans, light up a smoke, sit down in my No Way Out chair, and try to read the chapter I've been working on. There are only two omo scenes in it, but I only made it to the first one before I started pissing myself a little. I wanted to hold on longer, but Doody (my roommate) came home, so I had to just let go. Submitter LucyVersion2.0 Submitted 11/18/2016 Category Pants Wetting  
  21. LucyVersion2.0

    female Desperate and Wet Up North

    Several years back, 2007, I was up north for a friend's wedding. The day before the wedding, some of us dropped acid, including me. Sometimes, when I'm tripping, I won't realize I need to pee until it's an emergency, and of course, I had one of those moments during that trip. We were hanging out in the cabin. We had peaked earlier while hiking through the woods, and we were all feeling nice and mellow, looking at the dead flies in the windows and staring at knotholes, pointing things out to each other. I was called over to look at "a rainbow bug", so I got up, and as I did, I realized my bladder was going to explode. So, instead of checking out "rainbow bug", I was dashing out the door, grabbing my crotch. The cabin didn't have a bathroom, just an outhouse, but I hadn't used it since childhood. I'd usually just go around to the side of the cabin and do my thing, but that day, there was no way I was going to make it there; I'd barely made it out the door. I was already leaking, so I just squatted down and tried to pull my little white shorts to the side, but it was cumbersome, because I couldn't stop peeing; they were all wet and sticking to me. I just kept peeing through them until I could stop long enough to pull them down. After what felt like an eternity, I finally stopped peeing. I didn't have any choice but to pull my wet shorts up and go back inside. My ass was totally soaked, my undies were totally visible through the wet cotton, and amazingly, no one noticed. I slipped into my room and changed into dry undies and jeans. It had never felt better to be dry :)
  22. 2 of the best snuppa EVER! Submitted by: hagehagesen Submission Date: : 24 Dec 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Jeans Wetting Type: Intentional Wetting Scenario: Staged/Scripted Wetting Prime your heart-starters for these two, Gentlemen.;) Snuppa walking with god allmightys own ass, doing the thing she does best. ps. I'm shure i have about 50 good vids of her, but i'm also convinced i lack just as many. I will post mine gladly ;) pps. people likee? *^-^* Click here to download this file
  23. I found the video on vk.com. It's a girl who wets her pants in very public place while there are some people passing by. Hope you like it. https://vk.com/video403461330_456239156
  24. For those who are interested, I just shared an experience of mine with Goodnites Tru-Fits: Thanks @Mom2Three for the inspiration.
  25. I've been home sick all week and have been taking advantage being alone by wearing my diaper nearly all day. I live with my parents and sister, and I'm in high school. So normally if I can get away with wearing a diapee at all, it's only for a little while at night. Yesterday I was feeling particularly adventurous and decided I wanted to try to wet in them. I had tried twice before, but because the diapers I wear are much too small for me ( the only ones I could get a hold of belong to my 2 year old cousin) and don't fit me completely, I always ended up with a huge mess that took the fun out of wetting. I have a very strong bladder, which normally is an advantage. But this time it just seemed to screw me over. I drank plenty of fluids all day, which was not hard because of being sick. I also did not use the bathroom at all. I was hoping that my excessive drinking would get to me a lot sooner than it did. But no matter how hard I tried, when my parents got home at around 4pm I didn't even feel the urge to pee yet. But I had come that far and did not want to give up. I took a risk. Hiding my diaper really was not that hard because being sick allowed me to stay in bed the entire time they were home without seeming suspicious. I decided that I would do something crazy and wet my diaper with my parents home. My plan was to wait until they went to bed and then wet myself in my own bed. I don't know why I wanted to do it in my bed so badly, but I really did. I did not want to take the chance of another leak when they were home though, because I would not be able to go get the stuff needed to clean it up or wash my clothes or sheets before morning without waking them up. So around 8pm when I finally started feeling the urge to go, I put another diaper on over the diaper I was already wearing, and then put on a pair of blue boyshort panties on over that. I put 3 folded towels down on my bed to protect the sheets. I figured there was no way I could possibly leak through all that. I forced myself to keep drinking as much as I could, and by mignight I was starting to reeealllyyy need to go. I got all ready to go, relaxed and tried to release my bladder. But I couldn't. No matter what I tried, sitting up, laying down, spreading my legs, chugging water...I could not pee! Which was peculiar to say the least because my bladder was definitely telling me that I needed to. After about 2 hours of trying in my bed, I gave up. I realized that maybe that was too much to handle in one day. I was pretty nervous about wetting with my family home, and wetting in my bed where I could possibly have wet sheets to explain did not really help my nervous. So by now it was about 2am and I got out of bed and grabbed the chair from my desk. I pulled it out to face the tv and set all my towels from the bed on top of the chair. Then I sat on the chair, already feeling more comforable, and waited. I still had a little bit of a shy bladder. About 15 minutes passed before I finally felt the first spurt of pee in my diaper. It made me jump. It was small but exciting. But it stopped there. I tried and I tried but it seemed my bladder would not give anymore. Just as I was about to give up and just go use the toilet, I sulked back in my chair and finally relaxed. My pee came out slowly but surely. It was an amazing feeling. Normally when I go it's a lot at a time and it's fast, so this was a new experience for me. It trickled out in a slow little stream. But then the unexpected happened. I never would have guessed I could produce that much pee in one sitting! By the time I had finished, I had soaked completely through both diapers, my panties, my pajama pants, and both towels! When I later lifted the towels up, there was a puddle of pee on the chair! And quite a bit had even dripped onto the floor and made a puddle under the chair. But despite the mess, it really felt amazing. It was warm and comforting. I could not stop touching the panties that I had over the diaper and feeling all the pee move around. I tried to get up and walk in it, but there was no way I could move without the diapers breaking from being over filled. Needless to say, it was one of the hottest nights I've ever had!