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  1. Here4theFun

    Kara 1

    From the album: Digital art

    Kara does love to send you pictures when she is doing something she shouldn't
  2. Here4theFun

    Kara 2

    From the album: Digital art

    Kara does love to send you pictures when she is doing something she shouldn't.
  3. Here4theFun

    Cherry almost makes it

    From the album: Digital art

    She had gone shopping and forgotten to go to the toilet before leaving the house, and now with a busting bladder as much as she searched she couldn't find anywhere to go. Her gray shorts were too tight, the buttons close to give up as she seated herself on the train back home. Crossing her legs and bouncing on the seat she atracted some curious stares, she was embarrased but would not stop, after all a girl like her should be used to the stares of strangers by now. When her stop came she could barelly stand, her bladder begging desperatly for release. Covering herself with her bag she managed to hold herself till she exited the station, she was so close. Wallking fast and navigating the sea of people she managed to reach the park in front of her appartment building. But when she took her hand away from her already leaking pussy the floodgates oppened and the pee would not be stopped. She felt so relieved as she looked at her now darker pants while warm pee cascaded down her naked legs. Embarrased but excited she relished on the feeling while looking for her keys and later walking proudly home. From the on she knew there would be a next time.
  4. Here4theFun

    Ria's unfortunate wetting

    From the album: Digital art

    Ria was sure this was the longest lecture she had ever been in. Her moning coffee and the water bottle she just drank had filled her bladder quickly and now it was uncomfortably pressed against her tight shorts. One hour left and she could barelly hold it. Surprisingly she did actually made it till the end mostly dry. She got up and walked as fast as she could to the toilet, wich was too far away from class for anyones liking. She did notice Nina calling her loudly and telling her to wait, but she did not have time for chit chat. By the time she got to the bathroom her pee had already leaked a bit. It was then when she saw the sign that she understood she what Nina was trying to warn her about. It was too late now, the floodgatesbhad already oppened and she peed herself on the spot. Just before a group of guys from her class, it was so humiliating! Thankfully Nina came to her salvation, the guys were understandimg of her predicament and after Nina told them she would help they went away.
  5. From the album: Digital art

    Nina's bursting bladder protested awkardly , she didn't want to bother her friend but she rerally needed to go to the bathroom. She knew that Laura would probably scold her for drinking so much so early and for being so wimpy not to be able to whistand being surrounded by water. She tried to hold herself, but she was so affraid of someone seeing her she couldn't stand like that very much. Laura was no help at all either , after a while she caught up and just looked at her and gave her that sly smile , like she was plotting something. Nina was sure Laura had not poked her bladder on accident, still she was stubborn not to stop their fun. Of course by the time she felt she was nearly going to loose it it was lunch time, she protested and told Laura she wanted to go to the bathroom. Laura just glaced at the queue and then back to Nina, the queue was imposibly long , she agreed with the fact she also needed to pee but she was sure whe would not last long and she was sure Nina wouldn't either. Nina was so embarased but decided to listen to Laura and just stay in the pool, after all who would even nottice! She just needed at glance at her friend to realease the hold on her aching bladder. As pee spurted from her already wet pussy she couldn't help but moan at the relief it brang.
  6. Does anyone have this comic? I've searched all over for it and all the links to it were dead by now. Warning: Messing Rumiko no Omorashi Saga https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=56019968
  7. Fan_Nilicker

    malefemale No hands + glued feet

    It can be fun to have a bit of experimentation with your bursting bladder. This time, I forbid myself from helping with my hands or moving my feet. And yes, I overestimated my powers once again 😂 597502BF-6BCC-4CF5-B0C2-4C4753B68B3C.MOV
  8. wetpirate

    Hospital experience

    So I was at a Hospital, due to being detained by police by 5150 (unstable/crazy) - fortunately I was determined to be completely without psychological issue. But the point is, I was there long enough to witness a few things & even be on the receiving end of a few things. So if one is uncomfortable with minors or those with psychological issues, you've been warned. As the way that it worked, a PCA (Patient Care Assistant) would need to call a Nurse to escort you to bathroom and either go with them or call another PCA if there's only one patient they need to watch. When I first got there, I had to wait for a room. There was another person there waiting who got there after me, a girl who I assume was too shy to ask the Police if she could go (presumably under the assumption she'd remain cuffed and would require assistance). So I was sort of watching her and she looked close to my age at the time (17). She was squirming a bit, likely both from bladder & cuffs but my show was cut short when I was escorted to my own room. There I got uncuffed & changed into a gown where I still had my underwear on. I'd have to wait for awhile, so I laid in my bed waiting a bit. It'd been 5 hours since I had a drink, but I figured I'd be fine. I woke up a bit later with a bit of an urge, but being shy (which is probably funny considering I'm 6'1" & in shape but I have trouble asking for things) I didn't ask to go. Probably 8 hours since being detained, but a girl came into my room & checked my vitals, once done she went back into the hall. Then a PCA asked her if she could escort a patient to the bathroom, but she'd have to wait for a PCA or something to accompany them. After a little while I heard from whoever was in the room - a girl who was older who I thought was the girl from earlier - "I don't need the bathroom anymore." relatively calmly. This roused a "Why is that?" and subsequent "Did you go?". The nurse entered the room & the door was shut, the PCA called off escort and called in new clothes as well as cleaning for whatever the room was. Which reminded me a bit of my own need to go, but I wasn't going to call out for a bathroom. Shy and Stubborn. Off from myself again, after waiting awhile longer splashing in the room next to me went off. The PCA turned her head & was taken by surprised. "Aw! You should've said you needed to go." which got me excited (no idea how young she was but I imagined it being close and I also assume "she" was a girl) and a bit more desparate. Luckily however the PCA went on "Well, Anon - do you need to go?". I of course nodded and softly said yes. She called in a Nurse and PCA to escort me to the bathroom along with clean up. Once they came, I got up and was taken where I was able to relieve myself. I'd go back to my room, where I got more talks with several different people before an actual psychiatrist. I'd have to wait for the day after for said person. So I went to bed, where I had a dream where I was at my Uncle's house in Colorado. My cousin who I sort of had a crush on was awfully desperate and so was I. We both looked around for something, I assume a toilet. But what ended up happening was that I wet myself & then my cousin did too. Only thing was that of course I was also going while asleep. I guess I still had some in me, I instinctively popped up and looked under the sheets to see I had totally wet myself. The PCA caught on & I got really red. She called in cleanup. When someone came with a mop and clothes she came in along with a Nurse. They closed my door and I got my vitals checked first, then my bed was wiped, sheets replaced, undressed into new gown, and given new underwear which fit sort of tight. I was awfully embarrassed, especially being surrounded by women. I was reassured that accidents happen & such. Of course it doesn't end there. The next morning I am sprung awake by inane laughter & splashing yet again. Except this time it's a guy pissing into his sink, he got scolded by the PCA and he stopped going in the sink - putting on his underwear while still going, I heard an audible facepalm. My own PCA was now a guy, and I asked for some water. The rest of the day was fine, I got a bit desperate twice but went to the bathroom, gotot my old underwear back, passed my psyche evaluation, went home, and since then I've been living without the incident until recently a similar situation happened to a friend of mine who is about the same age I was. I hope you enjoyed my writing, be it what occurred or my pacing.
  9. Hey guys, So I just found this recently on YouTube. It looks like an interesting and very entertaining game, but I don’t have a clue what it’s called or where I can find it. In fact, I’ve scoured the comments section and the no one knows the name, nor is the owner telling anyone where the game came from. Frustrating ? If anyone can point me/ everyone else in the right direction, that’d be awesome! **** On a side note, are there any other games like this that I haven’t seen yet?
  10. rachelkirwan

    female Caught Short with No Change

    Well, it’s been a while since I’ve shared an experience, and also, I wanted to share something pretty special, as I noticed I was getting very close to my 8000th post! This is quite a milestone and well, I hope you will all celebrate with me, by sharing more sexy wetting content and if you are interested, buying a pair of my dirty panties! I’m going to do a couple of posts and a video dump to celebrate, so here is my experience. I’ve had a couple of very hard months at work; a bunch of volunteers left and I’ve been scrambling to fill their roles. As such, I’ve been pretty busy and haven’t had much time for fun kinky stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve still had some sexy times with the hubby, and certainly watched some porn and masturbated with toys and all that, but I haven’t had a chance to do elaborate or public. Well, the other day I finally had some time off, and decided to go shopping at MetroTown. This is a big mall complex not too far from our place. I also decided to have a little bit of desperation fun while I was doing it, or rather, I kind of decided to have some desperation fun mid-way through running errands. Here’s what happened. It’s been getting chillier here, so I’ve started wearing trousers a lot more. But this day, it was bright and sunny out, which offered the perfect, and perhaps the last, opportunity to wear a nice skirt (without leggings). After lounging around the flat for a while and doing some house work, I decided to head out and deal with the growing list of small errands. I pulled on a cute dark grey pleated skirt,, the white cotton panties I’d been wearing under my PJs all morning. I buttoned up a lavender blouse, threw on a cardigan, and picked up a larger backpack to accommodate my shopping. I pulled my wallet out of my purse, grabbed a couple of items that were piled up by the door, threw in a couple of cloth shopping bags, and wandered off to the Skytrain to hop down to MetroTown. It was about 11 am by the time I arrived at the mall (it’s huge by the way), and I headed off to the washroom, as I’d forgotten to go before leaving my flat. I used the one nearest the Skytrain, which I always find the yuckiest, but it was close, and I kind of had to go. Hovering over the toilet, I noticed that my panties were already a little dirty/sticky from the trip over and the mornings activities. I love how white cotton shows every little stain. I then headed up to the second level to return a sports bra to the sporting goods store. My sister had bought it for me and well, she wasn’t aware that my breasts have grown since going on birth control (a long time ago), and she still apparently bought me a bra using my size from like more than a decade ago. I wasn’t impressed with their sports bras, and so I wandered around the mall, visiting a couple of shops until I found something really comfy and supportive from Lululemon. This took more than an hour, and so rather than getting into some serious shopping, I headed off to Blenz coffee on the main floor. I grabbed a big matcha late, and sat down, drinking the whole thing and watching people bustling by. Sometimes it’s fun to just sit and watch the world go by, and it certainly is when doing so is a luxury. During this time, my mind wandered, and I had a few naughty thoughts. Completely filled up on green tea, I headed out once more. I probably should have planned out my trip a little better, as I ended up wandering all over the mall, grabbing items off my list and doing a little browsing. Half an hour after leaving the coffee shop, I could feel myself filling up. I could have easily ducked into one of the many washrooms around the mall, but I was starting to feel a little naughty. I was at about a 6 on the desperation scale, the point where I would normally always head straight to the washroom, but decided to have a little bit of public desperation fun. It sort of flowed on from the things I had been contemplating at the coffee shop. I didn’t have a concrete plan, but I did feel like getting up to some naughty mischief. Maybe just some desperation perhaps? I continued browsing through some shops and felt myself getting increasingly desperate. I headed into Chapters and looked through some of the new arrivals and non-fictions sections. By the time I was checking out the always poorly populated philosophy section, I was at a 7. I played up my desperation, allowing myself to display my need to pee in subtle, mildly exhibitionistic ways. A little foot jiggle here, tightly crossed legs when I paused to look at a book, that sort of thing. To the keen observer, I would have likely appeared to be an antsy book browser. The problem is of course that browsing for books is certainly the kind of thing that you can just stop doing and use the washroom, so I decided to get back onto my pre-schedule list of errands. I headed over to T&T, the huge Asian food supermarket, and began filling a basket with items off my list. Having an almost-full basket of things is a great reason not to use the toilet. I worked my way methodically through the store, my desperation mounting to a solid 8 by the time I reached the tea section. I was playing up my desperation beyond an 8 though, for effect, and because of the little thrill of excitement that I got from knowing that other people around me in the shop could see that I had to pee. My actions were less subtle at this point, given my mounting real desperation. I was not at the point of holding myself, but I would twist my legs together whenever I stopped to look for something, and this was often followed by dancing on the spot. I spotted the sidelong glances of other patrons around me when I jiggle about. My basket was mostly full and I only had a couple more items to purchase by the time I made it to the noodle isle. I was still at a solid 8 on the desperation scale, but acting like I was a 9.5. I put down my basket, crossed my legs, and did slip my hand firmly between my thighs as I pondered the noodle selection. There are so many options and the packaging is always confusing (and it’s typically not in English, so you really have to look at the ingredients if you are looking for something specific. I found a couple that I was looking for, and put them, one-handed, into my basket, all the while holding myself firmly. A younger Asian man came around the corner as I was depositing the final pack of noodles into my basket, curtsey-style, so as not to put too much pressure on my bladder, or flash my panties at anyone. As soon as I saw him I whipped my hand out from between my legs, though I could tell from his look that he had noticed. I quickly retrieved my basket and hurried off, flushing a little and too embarrassed to look back to see if he was watching me. I still had a couple of items on the list, but my feigned extreme desperation was kind of getting to my head (and bladder), and I was at that ‘find a bathroom now!’ stage of desperation. I went to get the final item on my list – dumpling wrappers in case you care – before heading to the checkout. There was of course a line, though not a very long one and I wiggled and crossed my legs with increasingly real desperation (about an 8.5) as I waited for the two people ahead of me to check out. After the first person wrapped up, which seemed like it took far too long, I was able to unload my basket on to the little conveyor belt. This done, I could hold the empty basket in one hand in front of my crotch, to cover up the fact that my second hand had snaked its way between my thighs and was once again pressing the thick fabric of my skirt into my vagina. The additional pressure didn’t seem to help too much, and I was still very rapidly wiggling my thighs and legs. While I tried not to make eye contact with the people around me, I was acutely aware of their looks. My heart rate increased and I had those sexy and fluttery little butterfly feelings that I love and hate so much about embarrassing public situations. The person in front of me was a middle-aged woman, and she had a full shopping cart. I had noticed her giving me a sympathetic look when she began unloading her cart a little while ago. I think out of solidarity with me and my obvious desperate plight, she hurried along her interaction. The checkout person was a teen or university student, and she also gave me a sympathetic look. This made me blush even more and look away, concentrating on carefully arranging my items on the conveyor belt to maximize how fast I could load my backpack. I did not notice the two other people who had lined up behind me, only that they were there, boxing me in, preventing my dashing off and simply abandoning my groceries. As the woman ahead of me fumbled in her purse for her credit card, I switched from holding myself (which was really not as discreet as I had thought), to using both hands to prep my backpack and doing a little pee pee dance. I was so caught up with my own predicament – no longer feigned – that I didn’t notice the man behind me asking for a little grocery divider, and instead, the checkout girl had to give him one. I noticed too late and in classic Canadian style apologized, mumbling something like, ‘ah sorry.’ He said ‘no worries’ and went about pretending to ignore the fact that I was wiggling about in front of him in the checkout line, desperate to pee. The woman ahead of me finally completed her transaction and headed on her way, with one last sympathetic look over her shoulder at me. I reached the checkout girl. I had already removed my wallet from my backpack to speed up the interaction. “Hello, how is your day going?” I asked in a meek kind of voice. “Not bad, thanks.” She replied curtly, and began rapidly scanning my items. I prayed that nothing would need a price check or any such complication. “How about yours?” She responded. “Oh not so bad…” I replied vaguely. “Did you find everything you needed?” She inquired. I nodded, not wanting to have to concentrate on a conversation, and my mounting desperation. I let her get on with her job, not wanting to slow her down for any reason. “These ones are one sale if you wanted a second one half off.” She observed at one point, holding up a package of noodles. I must have not noticed when I was picking them out, or forgotten to pick up a second pack, which was understandable, given my predicament. “Oh, that’s ok.” I added quickly. I began packing the scanned items into my backpack as quickly as possible. She scanned the final items, and at this point, I transitioned from almost comical pee pee dance, to crossed legs. It had been over an hour since I downed the very large green tea and I had reached a real 9 on the desperation scale. I hadn’t quite planned this out. Usually when I plan to get up to some desperation, pee, or diaper fun in public, I plan things out, but today was more spontaneous, and I was reaching a point of real and serious desperation. The kind of point where you are in real risk of a very public accident. I don’t have the kind of bladder which allows me to let out little leaks to relieve the pressure. I have been practicing, and can sometimes let out a little if I really concentrate and also if I’m absolutely desperate. These little leaks do sometimes happen without my control, but are very often followed by a rather longer release of pee. I really didn’t want that to here in the narrow checkout isle of the T&T Supermarket in front of a group of strangers. The thought of it made my heart race, and my pulse quicken, but also terrified me. Maybe I did want to have a little accident? I mused a little, about the possibility of relaxing, just a little bit, to let out a drop into my panties. I immediately decided against it, as I didn’t want to make a mess and involve the people around me. I clenched down with my PC muscles, removed the hand which was once again pressed between my legs (I had not even been conscious of having done so), and packed the last few items into my bag. “Debit please.” I said, anticipating her question, and she punched a bunch of buttons on the till. She indicated that I could use the machine and I punched in my pin. “Would you like a receipt?” She inquired. “Yes please.” I muttered, replacing my debit card into my wallet and stuffing it into my mostly full backpack. The machine seemed to take forever to print. She tore receipt from the machine and handed it to me. “Just outside the doors in the parking lot, turn left, and then take another left.” She said, cryptically. I hastily put my backpack on, while still doing a pee pee dance, with as much discretion as I could muster. “Huh?” I inquired, not sure what she was talking about, though it should have been obvious. “If you need a washroom, they are just around the corner from the exit.” She clarified. I immediately felt my face flush with warmth. “Oh.” I replied, dumbly. “Thank you.” I had clearly been quite obvious. The fact that a stranger had pointed me in the direction of the washrooms without my having to ask was acutely embarrassing, though I had of course been asking for this kind of treatment. Still lacking decorum, I decided to make a dash for the toilets. Now I can usually make it to the washroom with a bladder at a ‘comfortable’ 9, I have in the past. The trick is to be close to the washroom and to not run or jostle too much. I knew where the washroom was and I could probably make it at a good walking speed. However, still play acting just a little, I rushed out of the exit. The parking lot outside of the exit was busy, with shoppers milling about, cars driving past, and people randomly standing about checking their phones. I zigged and zagged between them at a brisk pace, but still not a jog. I found the main hallway and took a left and there was the sign and hallway leading to the washrooms. It was then when my slightly foggy, desperation confused, brain made a naughty decision; Rather than continuing my brisk pace and hurrying into the washroom, I decided to make a sprint for it. I gripped the straps of my backpack with both hands and took off at a good pace down the hallway towards the washrooms. This was of course a bad idea, if I was hoping to keep my panties dry. While I’m not very good at intentionally letting out little leaks when I’m desperate (and instead tend to just lose control as I mentioned), I am particularly known for leaking when working out. The increased pressure from my running footfalls jostled my bladder, and I could feel a little leak with each running step as I approached the ladies room. Coming around the corner of the entrance of the washroom, I almost collided with a middle-aged woman, and I was forced to slow my pace. Bearing down hard on my PC muscles, to stop the leaking. I hoped that I could find a free stall. Fortunately, Metrotown has well-provisioned washrooms, so that when I entered the relatively crowded washroom, I was quickly able to locate an empty stall. Down at the end, it was sitting with its door ajar. Now, safely inside the washroom, I slowed my pace, weary of slipping on the wet floor, or bumping into one of the many women dotted along the long line of sinks to my side. No longer running, I quickly let go of my backpack strap with my right hand, and, reaching up under my skirt so as not to press is fabric into my damp panties, I held myself tightly. I was largely oblivious to the fact that I was holding myself in a very undignified fashion, and in such a way as to reveal a flash of white cotton to the other women in the washroom. My face burned with warmth as a hastily walked past various women at the sink. Out of the corner of my eye I could see one of them turn to stare at me as she caught my reflection in the mirror. Finally, heart pounding, I reached the empty stall, hand still pressed firmly between my very public, and very wet panties. I pushed the door close, and fumbled with the lock with my left hand. I felt a jet of warmth strike the hand between my legs. I gave up on the lock, removed my wet hand, and used it to yank down my panties, all the while stepping back and spreading my legs. My wet panties were stretched between my thighs as I sort of squatted over the toilet (my backpack and discomfort with sitting on unwiped public toilets preventing me from sitting down). My panties were barely at my thighs when my body released, splashing furiously into the toilet with a loud hiss. As the pressure subsided, I angled my legs more, to prevent splashing and stop the little dribble I felt running down one leg. I peed for a good minute, and possibly a little longer. This is the maximum duration of a Rachel bladder, and I was awash with a wave of relief once I reached the dribbling conclusion of my pee. It took several wadded up balls of toilet paper to dry my sex, legs, and the toilet seat. My panties were another matter. They were rather wet, and I used even more toilet paper to dab them. All the while I had been peeing, I was paranoid that someone would burst in on me, and see my drenched panties spread between my thighs. I was lucky, I suppose, having chosen a stall further from the entrance. As soon as I had stopped peeing, I latched to door, to give me added privacy as I dried myself off. I was careful to inspect my skirt, which had avoided getting wet, which was great, given the embarrassing and revealing steps I’d taken to keep it that way. There may have been a couple of little damp spots on the inside, but the fabric of this particular skirt is pretty thick. Now, as most of you will know by now, I have long carried a spare pair of panties in my purse. This is a habit that comes from long experience with my bladder, its foibles, and also my sometimes intentional wet fun times. While I dried myself off, I came to the realization that I did not have my purse, but rather, I had removed my wallet from my purse before leaving home, and had instead brought a backpack. While the backpack is a large one, capable of holding all of my groceries, it is not as well provisioned as my purse – it lacks a spare pair of panties, pads, makeup and the usually stuff that accumulates in ones purse. I thought about my options. I had largely completed my important errands (I only had to pick up some stamps), and so I could head directly home in my very wet panties, enjoying the cold wetness of them against my skin, and possibly leaving a little wet patch on the seat of the Skytrain. But it was a long walk home, and I still wasn’t quite done with other optional errands (for example, popping over to the library and doing some more window shopping). I wasn’t quite ready to go home, but I was not up for wandering about the mall and area in rather wet panties. I could of course remove my panties and go ‘comando’ but this was not a very good idea. While I’m known for my mild exhibitionism, and get very excited at the prospect of playing up my desperation for a couple of strangers, or flashing my panties at a washroom full of other women (or some of my other adventures), wearing a relatively short skirt without panties is a little too much for me. I would have to navigate the very steep, upskirt inducing, stairs at the Skytrain station, as well as escalators and open areas in Metrotown, where people beneath me could spy my shaved girl parts. I decided that I had been a bad girl, and as such, I would have to wear my wet panties a little longer, but that I would need some other stopgap to get me home. I wadded up a little toilet paper, making a small pad, and pressed this between my legs before hiking up my wet panties once more. The paper would keep my skin dry for a little while, and also reminded me of previous accidents when I was younger, and some of the steps I’d taken after these. My heart was still pounding when I flushed and headed out of the stall to wash my hands. I didn’t recognize any of the women at the sinks from when I had dashed in, not that I would have likely been able to. I dried my hands and headed out, acutely aware of the dampness of the edges of the gusset of my panties, touching my inner thighs, despite the wad of toilet paper. I had a couple of options, and mulled them over in my head. I could go and buy some new panties, I always love new panties, and the packs of cotton girl’s panties that I wear are not that expensive. I was certainly not going to buy something fancy from La Senza or La Vie En Rose, girls who wet their panties are clearly not ready for big girl lingerie. Given my cheap taste for cute cotton little girls panties, I headed all the way across the mall to Walmart. Rather than going straight for the girls isle, I opted to wander about a little. As I have often done, I found myself wandering down the diaper isle, ogling the packages. I’m sure any diaper lovers out there have done the same. Like a moth to the flame, I hovered about the isle, looking for new arrivals, and seeing what I could find. I stared at the packaging of the Goodnites (no change there) still my favorite go to diaper (so cute, so nostalgic), and then worked my way along to the Pull-ups. Now I’ve not worn Pull-ups for many years, and I’m almost certain they don’t fit all that well. I do, after all, wear the L/XL sized Goodnites, and despite these fitting well, I have my doubts about going down to the 4t-5t sized Pull-ups. But right then and there, I decided to try. So I mulled over my options, looking at the feel and learn, night time, and other options available. I finally, after some serious mulling over, decided to pick an adorable pair of regular girls Pull-ups with learning designs, of the largest size I could find. I was excited at the prospect, and even if they didn’t fit all that well, I could still enjoy the stickers that they promised to have inside. I carried these to the checkout as my single item, and paid. I’m at the age where I could have legitimately been buying Pull-ups for my kid, and as I’ve bought Goodnites on many occasions in person, I didn’t get that excited rush that sometimes accompanies buying incontinence products in public. No one knew that I was buying these pull-ups because I’d had an accident, but I knew, and this gave me a naughty little secret which did get my heart pounding just a little bit harder. I got a bag for my item, and headed out, making my way straight for the washrooms. They were easy to find and I didn’t need any help. This time, I headed to the family washroom, and found it open. Feeling a little sneaky, being bereft of a family, I smuggled my way inside, and locked the door. The first thing that I did was open the pack of Pull-ups and give it a big smell, appreciating the new diaper scent. I had pulled out one with a lady doctor character on them. I appreciated them from various angles, taking in the ‘learning designs’ and colours. I also felt them and they felt considerably thinner than Goodnites, which I suppose makes sense, given that these are supposed to be training pants, and not designed to take a full night time bladder’s worth. I did worry that they would leak if I released a very full bladder into them, my Goodnites do this when I wear them (usually when I’m laying down). I pulled down my panties and removed the toilet paper, which was damp. I then pulled down the changing table and finally remembered to take a couple of photos for your perverts. I set up a little still life with wet panties and shameful pull-ups. I then patted myself dry, again, with some toilet paper, as I had become a little damp in the intervening shopping time – both from my panties, and from my natural juices due to all the excitement. I pre-stretched the Pull-ups, a technique I’ve used on smaller pull-ups before, and then slowly shimmied them up my hips. They fit surprisingly well, but were still tight. I gave my legs a couple of practice steps to test out whether or not the sides would hold, and they seemed to do their job. I supposed that they would hold, as long as I didn’t like do any squat thrusts, or similar moves. I did worry for a second that if they didn’t fit, they could tear and fall down while I was wearing them! Or one side would tear, and I would face the awkward situation of a diaper hanging half-attached, under a rather short skirt. I then pondered my options once more. I could pull my panties over the Pull-up, keeping it in place, like a pad. This would work, but also I’d still get the wet clammy feeling of wet panty gusset against my legs. The whole point of the Pull-ups was to wear something dry (and also protective, after all, I’d had am embarrassing bathroom accident in my big girl panties, I told myself, excited by the inner dialogue). The other option was just to risk it, and avoid hip-spreading activities, and hope for the best. I opted for this choice, as putting wet panties over top of a dry clean diaper is just not something a good girl does. I balled up my wet panties so that the dry bits covered the wet and stuffed them into my backpack. There was insufficient room in my backpack for the opened diapers, so I pulled out a cloth bag and put the pack in this. I then headed out into the world. I then went for a rather longer walk all the way to the public library, which is on the other side of the mall and through a lovely little park. There I dropped off a book and picked up a couple of holds I had, stuffing these into the bag with the pull-ups. I spent some time browsing the shelves. It had been a good while since I had peed and while I did this, I felt the urge to pee growing. I was also careful to hold the back of my skirt when walking up the stairs at the library, nervous about flashing my Pull-ups at a library denizen. I was at a very comfortable 4 or 5 when I finally left the library (with a couple additional books and a documentary) and headed back to the mall. I had some time to kill and was keen crack into one of my new books, so I located a cool bench in the park, arranged myself so that I was not sitting on my skirt, and pulled out one of the holds that I have been dying to read. I ploughed through a couple of chapters before I registered that I needed to pee again, properly this time. A good solid 6. Not wanting to get up and abandon my book, and also, still suffused with naughty thoughts, I closed my eyes, and released. I could feel warmth suffuse my girl parts and the diaper filling up. The peed flowed differently inside the Pull-up than it does in a Goodnite. I find Goodnites a little more thirsty, so the pee doesn’t run as much, but rather gets absorbed. In a Pull-up, the pee sort of ran all over getting my bum wet quickly. I bore down after a good 30 seconds (as soon as I was able), worried about leaks. I listened for the tell tale patter of droplets hitting the cement beneath me, indicating that the diaper had leaked, but I heard nothing. While there were no passersby, I reached my hand between my legs and felt for wetness. The Pull-up felt squishy and warm but I didn’t feel any leaks. I read more of my book, all the while enjoying the warm squishy feeling of the wet diaper between my legs. After a couple more chapters, I was starting to get chilly and decided to get up and head back to the mall to get changed before heading home. I hoisted my heavy backpack, picked up my bag, and headed back to the mall. The wet diaper under my skirt felt heavy and rubbed against my thighs subtly. I navigated my way into the mall and found the nearest washroom. Once again, I surreptitiously made my way into the family washroom and barred the door. Because I had in no way emptied my bladder earlier, I wiped off the toilet seat, pulled down my Pull-ups, and peed. I tore the sides of the diaper pretty badly yanking them down, and I tore them off completely while I was peeing. I inspected the gathers and cute designs on the Pull-ups and noticed that I had made the ‘learning designs’ thoroughly disappear. It looked like I needed some more time to learn. After wiping myself, and snapping some pics of the wet Pull-up for all you perverts, I rummaged in my bag and found another diaper. This one I tore badly trying to pre-stretch it, so I stuffed it back in the bag (even torn diapers can be fun, but at home), and pre-stretched another. I carefully shimmied this one up, checked myself in the mirror, washed my hands, and then headed off into the mall once more. I was all excited at having changed myself in a public washroom, and rethinking the whole adventure on my head as I walked to the SkyTrain. I was feeling very naughty by the time I arrived, and as I was on the ground floor, I was less than careful with holding the back of my skirt as I made my way up the steep stairs to the platform. Did I flash a tight pair of Pull-ups to a pervy stranger beneath me? Possibly. But even the prospect of doing this quickened my pulse. I sat on the SkyTrain most ladylike, thank you very much, my adventures with subtle exhibitionism only go so far, and I texted my hubby to see if he was home, he was, and I let him know that he should be ready for a very horny Rachel when I got home. I was throbbing by the time I reached my stop (which isn’t many stops), and I hurried home. My husband didn’t say anything when I got in the door, pushed him into the bedroom and removed my clothes, revealing a brand of diaper that we don’t normally have in the house. It didn’t stay on long however, and I got myself good and satisfied. Well, I hope you enjoyed my adventure, I will share some more soon of course. If you appreciate my work, do please consider buying a pair of my panties or just getting me something off my wishlist, the more fun things I have to wear and play with, the more stories I can share! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Here’s to the next 8000…. Rachel
  11. Dimwitrolo

    Scarlett's Morning Routine

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    The toilet seems so distant. And she was going to take these off either way.
  12. I have a very intense fantasy in which I desperately pee myself in a very populated area like a mall. I have never had public accident before, I have tried diapers in movie theaters but that isn't very satisfying because my favorite part of wetting is the warm pee spilling down my legs and soaking whatever I am wearing. I have been toying with the idea of taking a long drive somewhere I know I won't see anyone I know or have any reason to return and just let loose. Anyone have any experience with this or have any tips?
  13. MasterXploder

    female Peni Parker's Panty Piddle Problem

    She might be a superhero, but she's still just a kid with a bladder size to match. At least she didn't pee inside her mech. Would've been quite the mess to clean up. Artwork by Nov21iggy: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=72246080
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    Corridor of appartment

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  15. Thursday, February 16th, 2017 Dear Diary~ Something really strange happened to me today. Let me start from the beginning... This morning, I was at school just waiting for football practice like usual. The only decent thing about the bloody place. I drank a bottle of Gatorade at lunch like I always do before practice, but today they were serving my favorite sort of tea and I drank four cups of it. Of course I needed a wee when practice began an hour later, but we were already out of the locker rooms and it wasn't too bad, so I just played. When practice ended, I was bursting. The other girls always need to go afterwards as well, so there was a bit of a rush for the locker room. I needed to wee so badly that I couldn't run properly, and by the time I got inside, Jen and Tessa were already on the toilets. I undressed while I waited for them to clear out, but then Rachel turned on one of the showers... I just couldn't hold it with the shower going. The pressure was unbelievable. I've been desperate to go before, but this was something new. The other girls were busy with their own stuff and I bolted out of the room. It was the girl's time in the gym so I knew the boy's locker room would be empty, and I didn't really have any choice. I went in there and made for the toilets, but... I don't know why I'm so embarrassed just writing to myself, but I actually started leaking before I even got half way across the room. I panicked and pulled my shorts down and just weed on the floor... The relief was so intense, and this is where it gets really weird... I actually had an orgasm right there. At least, I think that's what it was...I've never had one before, but it was just so intense and amazing. I couldn't even keep my footing. At least I was smart enough to fall backwards so I didn't roll into my wee. I kept going hard for such a long time and it felt so good... When I finally finished, I stood up and turned on all the showers for a minute to wash all my pee away. Luckily the wet spot on my shorts was small, so nobody could see as long as I kept my legs together. After I turned off the showers, I walked back to the girl's lockers. Everyone questioned where I went so I made up a fib about needing a drink from the water fountain in the hall. I'm really lucky that nobody saw me. I still can't believe that I had my first orgasm just from peeing. It honestly felt better than anything I've ever experienced before. I feel like I should maybe investigate this further. ***** Tuesday, February 22nd, 2017. Dear Diary~ It happened again today. I was hanging out at the mall with Kelly and Amy and we decided to go see a movie. We watched Lego Batman first, but then we decided to see John Wick 2 as well. Through the movies each of us drank two large sodas. By the time the second movie ended, we were all dying to wee. It was late at night and the theater had locked up tightly, including the toilets. We went outside and headed to the car, but Kelly and Amy couldn't hold it. They both just peed in the parking lot, but I figured I could make it home. I was frantic the whole ride, trying not to wet myself in Kelly's car. However, when I was holding myself, I got SO TURNED ON it was insane. The feeling of my hands against my vagina while I was so desperate almost made me get off in my seat. For some reason, having a really full bladder seems to make me incredibly sensitive down there. It hurts...but not in a bad way. Just awesome pressure that enhances every feeling tenfold. Anyway, we made it to Amy's house and I was still dry. Well...DRY isn't the right word for it. I hadn't let any wee out yet, but I was so turned on that my knickers were soaked. I could hardly walk so Amy helped me into her house so I could wee. I barely made it into her loo before I started wetting my leggings. I sat on the toilet but I left a huge puddle on the floor first. As I relieved myself, I had another orgasm! It just felt like my vagina exploded with pleasure, I could feel it all through my legs and belly, it's so amazing! I always knew it would feel good, but it's so much better than I ever imagined. I cleaned up my puddle and Amy wasn't upset. She gave me a pair of her own leggings so Kelly wouldn't know what happened when she drove me home. After I got back into my bedroom, I started playing with myself, this time remembering the sight of Kelly and Amy, with their skirts pulled up, emptying their full bladders on the concrete. Even though I no longer needed to go, the vision of them in my head was enough, and I had my third orgasm ever. At this point, I knew that I needed to fully explore this. I wanted to see just how desperate I could become, and I wanted to feel even stronger sensations than I already did. ***** Sunday, February 26th, 2017. Dear Diary~ Today was indescribable. And yet, I'm going to describe it to you. Because you're a diary, and that's what you're bloody for, innit? My parents left for church at like eight in the morning, and then they were going to meet friends for golf, so I had the house to myself the entire day. I knew what I was gonna do as soon as I woke up. I dressed in my pajama top and pink knickers and headed downstairs and filled like ten big glasses of water, then set them up on my desk. I started watching Steven Universe and drank a glass during every episode. I already had to wee after six episodes, and I was squirming after eight. I was too distracted to pay attention at that point, so I grabbed all the empty glasses and brought them to the sink. Obviously I had to hide the evidence, so I rinsed the glasses, dried them, and put them back in the cupboard. Running the sink was torture, I had to twist my legs up so hard to stop myself from weeing right there. Once that was done, I grabbed my two remaining glasses and went up to my room. Climbing the stairs was painful, but I made it up dry. I couldn't believe how badly I needed to go already, but I couldn't yet. I really wanted to see how far I could take it. I drank another glass of water and laid back on my bed. I felt so full and desperate, and when I poked my belly where all the pressure was, it felt SO GOOD but hurt so bad at the same time. It's such an insane sensation, and it's ssoooo intense. My vagina was so sensitive that every time I moved my legs, just my knickers brushing it sent shivers up my spine. I started playing with myself, but something started nagging at my mind. “I wonder how much wee is in there,” I thought. I wanted to measure it. I hobbled downstairs and opened the cupboard again, grabbing our measuring cup. It only went up to 250 millilitres, and I knew it wouldn't be enough. I didn't want to risk pouring it out and filling it again, because I didn't think I'd be able to stop weeing once I started. Now that I'm not desperate and out-of-my-mind randy, the obvious answer would be to just wee in a big pan and then pour it into the measuring cup as many times as I needed to. However, desperate me decided the better idea would be to walk to the shop a half kilometer down the street and buy a bigger measuring jug. I went back upstairs and put on a proper blouse, and I decided to wear a long skirt so it wouldn't show if I couldn't hold it the whole way home. In fear of wetting myself while I was in the store, I pulled down my panties and put in a maxi pad. It wouldn't stop a real accident, but it would save me from a few leaks. As if I wasn't being crazy enough, I drank the last glass of water. I did the math, I drank two and a half litres of water before I left the house. That's so much! I looked online and read that the average human bladder capacity is like five hundred millilitres. I almost stopped there, certain that I would wet myself if I tried to do this, but I guess desperate me has way more courage (or insanity) than normal me. So I stepped outside with an absolutely bursting bladder and started walking towards the store. The maxi pad was rubbing against my vagina with every step I took. Obviously I've worn pads before, but I never felt them like this! Being so desperate had my nerve endings on fire. I could feel my blouse rubbing my nipples. I had to fight really hard not to have another orgasm. I knew if I did I would fall over and wet myself. I kept thinking of all sorts of horrible things to calm myself down. When I was about half way to the store, I leaked for the first time. There were people around and it took all I had not to yelp and hold myself. I kept walking steady and managed to regain control. I placed a hand on my belly as I walked, oh god it felt so hard and full. I didn't even push on it, but just touching it sent a huge pulse all around my body. I felt so hot and flushed too, I was absolutely coated in sweat and my chest was on fire, my heart beating so fast. I don't know if it was from the effort of holding it or if it was just because I was so turned on, but it felt like I was standing on the sun. I finally got to the store and made a beeline for the baking isle. I found what I needed easily enough, a huge jug that I think is supposed to be used for storing flour or something like that. It has lines up to two litres and it only cost three pounds. I went for the register as fast as I could without bursting on the shop's floor. Thankfully there was only one person in the queue before me. She left quickly enough, and I placed my jug on the belt. The cashier rung it up – And that's when I realized that I FORGOT MY BLOODY PURSE AT HOME! I was so frantic that I completely forgot the need to, you know, PAY FOR GOODS. I just stood there stammering. I wasn't holding myself or crossing my legs, but I was nearly bent double and I know that I was bouncing involuntarily. Anyone with half a brain would know that I was dying to wee. I was burning with embarrassment and I was about to just sprint away in shame, probably wetting myself in the process. However, a guy who was in the queue behind me caught on that I forgot my money, and he immediately offered to pay. In any other state of mind I would have declined, but I just nodded shamefully and thanked him. As I grabbed my jug, he told me: “Good luck.” It was a weird thing to say. Good luck with what? Good luck getting home without wetting myself? Good luck with whatever I needed the jug for? Did he know that I intended to wee in the jug? Good luck aiming properly with girl parts, then? It's really hard to imagine that he DIDN'T know that I was on the verge of an accident. There was just no hiding it anymore. I hobbled out of the shop and started the half kilometer walk home. As soon as I cleared the shop's lot, I started leaking again. I had to stop this time or I really would have lost control. I weed for like three seconds, the pad felt so full, I was really afraid of overflowing it. There was nobody around, and I took a big chance. I slid my left hand through the waistband of my skirt and down the front of my knickers and held myself tightly. It was so wet and slippery, and the feel of my fingers against my vagina almost forced me into another orgasm. Trying not to get off was almost harder than trying not to wee. In fact, I'd say that it actually was harder. At least I had some control over my bladder, but I knew once I hit a tipping point, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from cumming. I forced myself to pull my hand out and keep walking. I leaked every few steps for almost the whole trip. They weren't huge spurts like the first time, just tiny drips, pushed out because my bladder had to be at its absolute maximum capacity. I was maybe a hundred meters from my house when I felt the first little stream slide down my thigh. The pad had reached its limit. By the time I entered the driveway, my knickers and both my thighs were very damp, but it was nothing compared to the bucket of wee still inside of me. I got inside and tore off my blouse and skirt. I swear, I looked pregnant, there was just so much wee in there. I twisted open the jug and immediately squeezed it between my thighs, but there was still a part of me that wanted to keep holding it in. I wanted to feel it, I wanted to feel my absolute limit. There was also a much larger part of me that NEEDED to cum before I let all my wee out. Despite the unfathomable pressure and pain I was feeling, I removed the jug and made for the stairs to my room. I had to climb them on all fours, the effort of lifting my weight with my legs alone wouldn't allow me to keep holding. It took almost five minutes just to get upstairs. I somehow made it into my room, and I reached into my knickers and tore the pad out. I tossed it into the rubbish and leaned back into my bed, my legs hanging off the side. I was safe now, away from the public eye. I reached between my legs, and within half a second of touching myself through my knickers, I had an explosive orgasm that blew my last one out of the water. I lost all control of my limbs, my legs shaking violently and my chest heaving. If it wasn't for the contractions in my privates, I would have weed on the carpet. As soon as I regained the slightest bit of control over my body, slid off the bed into a kneel and shoved the open jug between my legs again. And I held it in, I kept holding it for as long as I bloody could. Ten minutes passed, and I was almost screaming from the effort of holding it, biting into my bra strap to suppress the sound. I had another orgasm right then, and I managed to turn around and lean against my bed so I wouldn't collapse. And then it happened again. The way my body was feeling, it was completely unreal. I never could have imagined that pleasure like that could possibly exist. I didn't even feel human, I felt BETTER than human. I was unaware of my actual body, I was just a cluster of nerves firing on all cylinders as I came again and again without even touching myself. Even though my vision was blurred, I could see on my bedside clock that I had held it in for FORTY MINUTES after I got home. My bladder was screaming, all my senses completely consumed by my need to wee. I reached fifty one minutes before it finally happened. I honestly didn't even notice at first. The sensations consuming my body were so strong that I couldn't feel myself weeing. I heard it first, the splattering under me. I rubbed tears of pleasure out of my eyes on my blanket and looked down, and I couldn't believe the torrent that was flowing through my knickers. It was seriously like a waterfall. I pressed myself really hard against the opening of the jug so none of it would leak out past my butt. I didn't want to pull my knickers aside because I might lose my grip on the jug if I let go of it with one hand. Eventually, the feeling came back between my legs, and I could feel the warmth of my wee flooding through my knickers. The relief was...it was just out of this world. I was too spent to cum again, but finally emptying my bladder legitimately felt better. I now wish that I'd turned on the stopwatch on my mobile. I wasn't even paying attention to my bedside clock anymore. There's no way to tell, but I seriously think I peed for over two minutes. It just went on for so long. Eventually though, it came to a stop. I couldn't even move for a few minutes after. I was just so exhausted. It took maybe ten minutes before I could slide off of the jug. I sat down in the carpet, my soaked knickers leaving a stain that luckily dried by now... I looked at the jug through hazy eyes, trying to make out the measurements. One thousand, two hundred and fifty millilitres, it said. At the moment, I couldn't believe it. I had more than DOUBLED the 'average' capacity that I'd read about. I was ecstatic. However, I now find myself disappointed. After I recovered, I went online and started searching for other people who might share the same love of holding it that I do. There's actually a huge community out there, thousands of videos, pictures, and stories. There's so much about my sexuality that I never knew. It's so overwhelming. So far I've seen videos of women weeing more than one and a half litres, there was even one that did TWO WHOLE LITRES! I might be far above average, but there's so much room for improvement. I will make it, though. I'm gonna become a better holder than any of them.
  16. BlueWetter

    female Request: Natalee

    Hi everyone, I am searching for videos of wet Natalee.. I have found one on YouTube that I shared here some time ago. If anyone has any other videos of her to share, I appreciate it..
  17. BENAir01

    Gym class shenanigans

    Hey all! So as you may know I am still in high school and today, I had a fun experience in my gym class. So I drank a lot last night, just because I was thirsty, so today throughout the morning I have had to pee. But interestingly enough, although I have to pee a lot and when I do use the restroom I pee a lot, my urges are t very strong. They're just always there. Anyway when I got to gym class, I had to pee, but not very badly. So after changing into my black basketball shorts, I went to the bathroom stall and relaxed, honoring to pee just a tad into my pants. However, although it was hard to keep a streak going, I just kept peeing. After like 30 secs I stopped and put some toilet paper in my pants. I peed for another 2 mins before I was empty. My pants were very wet and my I does were absolutely drenched. I spent the remainder of the period in very wet shorts hooding no one realized they were and it was quite exilerating. I also left the class at one point to do some more as I had to pee again FInally at the end of the class, I went to change, but my inderwear were too wet. So I went back to the stall and took off my underwea and put in y pants commando. And the put my wet underwear in a pocket of my bag. Thats all, have a good day! -Ben
  18. So by popular demand today I consumed loads and loads of liquids and carried on with my housework. Those of you who read my stuff on here will know I am a holder and not a wetter. However I wanted to do something special to mark my year on here so here is today’s account: i woke at 7:30 am so went to the bathroom to empty both my bladder and bowels. i had a mug of tea with my toast for breakfast then got kids ready and off to school. When I got home I made myself another mug of tea ans drank this before noticing my daughter had left her homework on the couch. So I took her homework down to the school and when I came back i got on with the housework. I decided to clear out my wardrobe and took a bottle of water upstairs with me. I filled somw binbags of clothes for charity and it wasn’t long before I began needing to pee. I ignored my bladder as I was busy. I was really shocked just how quickly my desperation increased so I stopped hoovering my stairs and made a video of me squirming. I have an account on xtube so started to upload that video on there. It seemed to take ages meanwhile I was getting more and more desperate to pee. I pulled my trousers down and pushed my hand tight against my knickers in an attempt to keep my pee inside. I was moaning as I really had to go so bad but I wanted to wet myself and film and to do so I needed the video to finish uploading first. I wasn’t t sure if I would be able to wait to be honest. I was getting very very strong urges to release and it was very exciting. Finally the video finished uploading and I could start recording again. The second video was me really moaning in urgent need to go then then first drop in my knickers and then I pull my trousers up and explode in them. It was my first deliberate wetting and it was absolutely amazing. Having nver wet like that before what shocked me was just ten minutes later I really felt the need to go again ans when I sat on the toilet I peed another very long release! Has that happened to anyone else? Anyway the videos are on my xtube under the user name helpmehold. Here’s some pics I took for you all
  19. ssjammerz

    Drunk wetting

    It took awhile, but yesterday was the first time that I explicitly wet myself in front of someone. It still feels surreal! I met a friend who I haven't seen for awhile yesterday for some food and drinks. We were supposed to meet at 7 PM but she ended up being a bit late. She was dragged into a going away party for a colleague, and she herself had a buzz. I was waiting for her outside the bar on this chilly night. I was adequately dressed, but the cold eventually started getting to me. I already used the restroom before I left from the large coffee and large coke I had earlier in the day, so my bladder was already accustomed to its weakened state. When she was about five minutes away, I went inside and got a table and ordered a beer. She met me after, and immediately told me that she needed to pee. I gave her a smile and off she went. When she came back, we ordered some food and just talked and catch up on things. During this time, she ordered a margarita which, she coerced me to drink half of it. She herself was already four drinks in before she even met me, and wanted me to play catchup. Knowing how light of a drunk I am, I knew it wasn't going to be long before I become all delirious. I was already feeling buzzed fromt he one beer I drank earlier! It was about 8:30 when we ordered our last drink--I ordered a Jack and coke, and she ordered a Jameson. Again, she insisted that I help her drink half of hers. At this point, we're both pretty buzzed. We're slurring our words and everything, but still had a good time. Because she still needed to work the next day, she said as soon as we were done with our drinks, we would go to the restroom, and then go. Knowing myself, I delayed it as much as I can. I love being buzzed and drunk, but not to the point where I start puking. I kept refusing, but she was insistent. I finally told her that if I drank hers, we should just head back without using the restroom. She said yes, and with that, I drank--only to find out that she lied and told me she was going to go to the restroom anway! In my drunken state, I couldn't even be mad at her. At this point, I had drank one and a half beers, a soup (from dinner), a Jack and coke, some water, and her margarita and Jameson. Perhaps it was the position I was sitting in, but I didn't have to go pee. As we exited the bar, I slowed down quite a bit, telling her that I was going to puke. She jestfully made fun of me, saying how weak I was in terms of drinking. I really did feel like puking, so I just stopped and tried to regain my composure. I guess I must've gotten up too quick from sitting. We very slowly started walking back to her place, as I parked my car near her house. She noticed that I was shaking and felt my hand. She asked why was I so cold. I knew I was shaking a little bit, but I didn't really feel cold. She stopped by a Walgreens to get me some electrolytes, while I was standing around like a zombie, propping myself next to a wall. About halfway back to her place, I peed a little bit--I felt a spurt of warmness splash onto my knee as we were walking. I didn't even realize it--it's like I had no control of it. Of course, I restrained myself from doing any more damage and even grabbed my crotch a few times as we were walking. If my friend noticed it, she didn't say anything. She was starting to sober up, but I was still buzzing. As she and I kept walking and talking, I started to lose control--I couldn't stop peeing in spurts. I stopped a few times and put my head down to regain my composure. It was dark, so my friend probably just thought I needed a short break--unknowingly to her I was trying to clench my bladder from continually leaking. It's about 10:20 PM as I'm about to reach my car. She's trying to locate my car for me as I walk past a restroom. I walk to it, but she tells me it's closed. She suggests for me to go in the bush and she'll turn around, but I told her that I wasn't risking it--public urination could net someone as a sexual offender in my state, as genitalia is exposed to public. By this time, my jeans were clearly wet. Even tho they were white, it was dark outside. By the time I found my truck, I opened the tailgate and sat down. She was telling me to drink more electrolytes and made sure I'm okay. I tell her to sit with me for a few seconds to make sure I'm good. In addition to still being buzzed, I'm a lot more tired now. I lay down on the flatbed while she's still talking to me. As I'm trying my best not to sleep, I start peeing--uncontrollably. As I feel the pee start soaking my butt, I'm thinking to myself "oh shit. I'm actually pissing myself. I don't know what her reaction is going to be. I hope she doesn't find out." All of a sudden, she touches my knee and asks, "Harry, why is your knee all wet?" Or at least, that's what I think she said. I'm still peeing and trying to make sense of what's going on. I'm still on my back, so I can only assume she looked around and noticed I was peeing myself. She starts laughing, all the while declaring that I peed my pants. As the last of my urine stop, I sat back up. I look at her dazed--she has her hand covering her mouth, laughing and giggling. I look down at my pants and ask her "Did I just pee my pants?" Still giggling, she acknowledges the fact. I stand up, look at my jeans, and then the tailgate of my truck. I asked her again if I peed my pants, and she said I did. She asks if any got in my shoe, and I said no. Once again in my drunk state, I keep repeating if I peed myself. She comes in closer and inspects my jeans with me--you can clearly see the difference shades of white in my jeans up close. She is still very joyful and can't believe that I pissed myself. Perhaps expelling the alcohol helped me sober up just a tiny bit. I told her to take a picture, it lasts longer. She does so, as she was taking pictures of me the whole night as I was getting wasted. As I put up my tailgate, all my piss hits the ground like a waterfall. She starts laughing hysterically again. I said don't laugh too hard, otherwise you might pee your pants too! She says she doesn't have to go because she went before we left the bar. Unfortunately, my second wave comes and I tell her I have to pee...again. She continues to laugh and is in disbelief, saying things like "Oh my god! You're peeing!" This time I tell her that my pee is going into my shoes. She just keeps laughing. I kept peeing for the next 30 seconds, telling her that for some reason, I'm still peeing. This just keeps her laughing. Once I'm finally done soaking my white jeans, she asks if I'm good. I say yeah, I'm just going to rest here and sober up. She says she wants to give me a hug before she goes, but asks if my top is clean. I say yes, and as she hugs me, I wrap her all around me and try to pick her up. She definitely screams jovially and breaks away from my grasp. She parts way with me as I just sat there, trying to sober up. We kept texting each other throughout the night, and she had to decontaminate herself, and did feel her pants were felt wet. I felt bad that I was horsing around with her that much, and I would've been okay with her not hugging me with my pee soaked jeans. I offered her to pay her if she decides to clean it professionally, but she declined. All in all, I was surprised my friend was so "receptive" in my predicament. She texted me today to make sure I was still good. I said yes and apologized to her that I hope she didn't feel too grossed out. She replied that it was funny I peed myself, but gross that I tried to contaminate her. She did mention that our friendship did go on a whole new level though. Can't say I disagree!
  20. Transformation

    Mojikue

    Version 1.41

    1,010 downloads

    ※warning※ This work(ver1.0) is not a complete version. · Event cut not mounted yet · Extra after clearing not yet mounted · More than half of BGM default · Some defects not resolved (cause identification difficult but not affecting progress) It is better to wait for the complete version if possible. For people in the English-speaking world, I plan to make a commentary movie.

    Free

  21. Girl in grey leggings sat on the toilet holding and trying not to pee. Holding on the Toilet.mp4
  22. Lisk

    [E] Shikkin PLUS

    Version 1.0

    1,443 downloads

    This game is an old-school dating sim that continues the story of ShikkinAdventure and Shikkin 128. You have to plan your daily activities to raise your stats, earn money to buy gifts and increase affection of Ayumi, Haruka and minor characters. And when you raise stats and affection enough... NOTE In addition to the normal translation patch, there is also an Easy Mode patch included in this upload. Please refer to the thread or the readme file for additional instructions. Produced by: Arabes-san ShikkinGames wiki: http://www50.atwiki.jp/sgame/ Running this game requires Japanese locale. Fifth screenshot shows what you need to do to switch to it.

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  23. Corridor of appartment View File On request of Rachel. Submitter liesjeversteven Submitted 03/01/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing  
  24. Calb

    female Just a photo

    Hi everyone! Posting a new story, featuring a character from another story of mine, so I guess you can call it a sequel. It's pretty light on desperation/wetting this time. Anyways, enjoy reading it and have a good day! *** - No, no, Alice… Not that kind of angry… Not like a cartoon villain… Alright, that’s better, - said James and continued clicking his camera. Alice – an athletic brunette with a ponytail, glistening in the bright light of the studio - glanced at him with a mixture of confusion and indignation, as they stared at each other for a couple of silent seconds. “Now you’re acting… Well, since you’re pretty, I should’ve known you were not that good at acting”, - he thought, shooting her dubious face expression. - James… I’m not sure I get the idea: why should I be angry here, again? “She clearly wasn’t in this kind of situation before. Obviously, girls like her rarely are”, - thought James and took another look Alice's her curvy figure and her pale, possibly Middle-Eastern face. - Alice, look… The story is you spent a couple of hours looking for a toilet and it really gets on your nerves. You are so unlucky today. You really need to pee, your bladder is practically bursting, and you are, in fact, close to peeing herself. Try imagining that you’ll wet yourself in a minute, and being pissed off – well, no better way to describe it – because those idiots didn’t think about putting more public toilets on the streets. And you’re also sad because… Wow… Freeze like that! Great! For a moment, it seemed that Alice didn’t mind the camera and the world around her. The tiny flames in her grey-green eyes suddenly got extinguished; and her gaze has turned inward. She drowned in her memories. Yes, now she gets the idea. Now she’s blushing, having remembered about that summer day, two years ago, when she pissed herself on a bus. “This whole thing for the public health association… Maybe it’s not what… Does he know? No, impossible…” Alice’s memories got so vivid she almost could feel the fullness of her bladder, although she went right after she came to the studio. For a couple of moments, the room became unbearably stuffy and airless, just like that bus. And her accident… This wasn’t just an accident: if you emptied your bladder in a public place and wet your skirt in the process this is more like a catastrophe. Jesus, what an ugly wet feeling it was… - Cool! Now can you put your hands between your legs and pretend you have to go? Awesome! Mechanically putting her hands between her legs, Alice suddenly felt so exposed to the lens. She kept saying to herself that nobody cares. She knew that chances are - nobody has ever discovered this two-year-old mishap, even she herself has almost forgotten; but the idea that somebody could know, made Alice shiver in a sudden streak of jittery self-consciousness… Click! Suddenly she snapped back from the trance and smiled charmingly at James, saying sorry for ignoring his instructions for… god knows how long. However, she thought, she didn’t get paid to daydream about a toilet accident, besides, the sooner they end this flashback photo-session, the better. - With me now? Good – now turn to your right a bit… and bend your knees, and also lean forward… Great! Girl, you’re on fire! “Thank you, I got practice” – Alice said under her breath, trying not to let her destroyed mood show on her face. - OK, - he said, stepping back from the tripod. - We’ll have a break now, 5 minutes. Thank you, Alice. First I thought you were one of these floozies who are only good at posting their asses on Instagram, but you got talent! Pierced my heart, girl! - Well, thanks, - Alice replied, surprised again with frankness of his remark. Still, knowing a lot of photographers in her town, Alice was happy that James’ weirdness didn’t extend much farther. He smiled to her cheerfully and went to change the card, just a moment before Alice walked out for another visit to the ladies room. She didn’t need to go so bad, but since one ride on the bus, she has learnt that it was always a good idea. Apart from her own case, Alice knew a lot of examples of how poorly people manage their bathroom breaks and nothing good ever comes out of it. In fact, a lot can come out, but not in the right place and not at the right time. Like the time it happened to one of her friends from high school… To be continued...
  25. Evab100

    female Wetting my Depends!

    OK, so last weekend..... I purchased a pair of Depends for myself. I loved wearing it, as I crinkled it every time I had a chance to feel it. But then, when it was time for my daily shower, I decided... “OK. How much can this hold really?” I did NOT want to leak on the floor so I put my diapered bottom over the toilet, and let loose. I was able to only go a small amount of pee, but BOY was it yellow and did it feel good on my pussy when I rubbed it~!