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  1. Found this have no idea of who she is but I've never seen her before on any video site. Super fit and cute gal driving home in a real desperate sate, she spends a lot of time descriptively telling the camera how it feels, and how close she is to losing her wee. Once home a slow hobble upstairs to her bathroom where she starts to leak into her tight blue jeans, she quickly sits on the edge of the bath and proceeds to finally unleash her torrent into her jeans while keeping the camera steady and focused on her cute butt as the pee flows through her jeans and wets her sexy little ass. Kind of a large file for those who have slow Internet, but totally worth the time to see this one I promise. ENJOY! [link removed]
  2. I was beyond desperate by the time I pulled into the grocery store parking lot. Of course, this was exactly as I had planned. It was a sunny Friday and I had spent all morning drinking water and cranberry juice to prepare for my show. The specifics of how it would go-- where, how and in front of who-- I hadn’t decided yet. This was going to be another impromptu (that’s the only kind of convincing public wetting anyways!!) and my quivering bladder was making me super excited. I wore my faded, light-blue, button-fly levis that some of you may recall me wearing on my first public wetting. Like all of my favorite jeans, they’re tight and form-fitting around my thighs and crotch. The legs on these are boot cut below the calf—not really skinny but not really flared either. And the worn seam always feels amazing rubbing against my bare clit as I walk! I fastened them with a leather belt and wore sandals and a simple v-neck, dark blue t-shirt to complete my casual, grocery shopper attire. The store was a little out of the way—certainly not one I usually go to. It was larger and a lot more crowded than my regular. The sheer volume of people walking around the entrance immediately turned me on. Thinking about all of those bystanders witnessing me piss myself tempted me to tease my bladder muscles. Grabbing a cart, I thought about how little effort it would take to let go and flood my jeans. But that’s not how I wanted my show to go. Not so soon. (I wanted to actually finish my grocery shopping if I could!) So I regained control, walked in, and joined the busy shopper circuit. I remember hearing the worn denim between my inner thighs brush against itself as I walked. At my first stop, the deli, a surprise wave of intense desperation hit me, and I had to cross my legs tightly together and hunch over to compose myself. There was so much to do before I could put on my show! And finding an appropriate opportunity might take even more time. I realized early on that this could be more difficult to make it through than my other stunts. There were quite a few items on my shopping list. (I honestly didn’t expect to be able to grab everything—I could have to abort the whole damn thing after all!!) But it actually became an exciting challenge. Looking back, it’s hard for me to determine exactly how long it took. I think my hand spent more time clutching my pussy than it did guiding the cart! The constant stimulation on my vagina was keeping me constantly aroused! My face felt flush most of the time and I caught myself using my distressed state as an excuse to subtly caress my clit through my jeans more and more frequently. Far more noticeable, surely, were my dancing knees and the constant pivoting of my weight from hip to hip. Indeed, a few people did notice my desperate behavior. One man in particular seemed extra interested. He followed me down a couple of aisles, keeping his distance but always with an unblocked view of me in his sights. (Of course, it’s possible it was just a coincidence and he was going about his business like everyone else. I acted unaware just in case he was looking—I don’t like to discourage admirers!) At one especially agonizing point, I caught sight of the employee bathrooms and felt my exhausted bladder convulse uncontrollably—but my firm grip over my urethra spared me a premature wetting. I really do think this new hobby of mine has weakened my bladder. It’s probably just psychological—knowing that, so long as I act like it’s an accident, I can piss myself anywhere I choose without any major public fallout. It really takes the edge off having to go! I was still a little nervous despite the acknowledgement. And, of course, it did nothing for the physical discomfort I was suffering. An ‘accident’ was clearly imminent. When I finally got all my things, I walked briskly to the checkout lines and picked a long one just to enhance my desperation! A part of me hated myself. I wanted nothing more than to pee my jeans right there. But I had just invested all this time into gathering mine and my husband’s weekly groceries. I’m pretty daring, I know, but I don’t think I could muster the courage to piss myself and then continue waiting in line like nothing happened! So I held my legs together, fists clenched by my side, bouncing on my knees, and waited. When it was my turn, and the conveyor belt was finally clear, I started to unload my cart. I finished before the woman in front of me had even got her checkbook out—she had just spent a lot of time scrutinizing the grocery selection (or expressing some other petty concern along those lines). It was an old woman, (Obviously! She looked like she got her hair permed every week), but seemed to be in good health. And she was very talkative with the cashier. A middle-aged man pulled up behind me, closing me in. Another woman with a full cart queued behind him as well. After some time of frivolous discourse between the poor cashier and her enthusiastic customer, a wave of desperation suddenly struck me. I crossed my legs, shifting my weight fully onto my left, and held them tightly together. It very quickly rose to an unbearable amount of pain. At the peak of my agony I couldn’t help but throw my cupped fingers over my pussy, my bladder pathetically quivering, and hunch over, grimacing with my teeth tightly clenched and my eyes firmly shut. I can’t remember what I was thinking in that moment but I’m sure it was nothing coherent! I do remember hearing the loud impact of my cupped fingers when they hit my crotch and the weird, shutter-groan noise I made to cope. I opened my eyes to see the cashier, bagger and old woman looking in my direction. I’m sure the people behind me took note as well. Embarrassed, (but also aroused with anticipation of the coming show) I found my nerve and regained my composure. Smiling tentatively to assure my cashier I was ok, I mustered a weak, “Hi” The old woman tactfully concluded her conversation and walked off with her loaded cart. The cashier, a young woman with neck-length, auburn hair, exchanged her obligatory, brief pleasantries with me, not delving into the topic of my obvious desperation, and started scanning my things with skillful haste. The bagger, too, followed suit—taking my cart and filling it methodically with my bagged groceries. It was excellent service! (I’m tempted to reveal the name of the grocery store but I’m afraid my story would yield more bad publicity than good!) When it was finally time to pay I hobbled to the card scanner and inserted my chip as soon as the total appeared on the screen. That wave of desperation that had eroded my decency earlier still felt far from subsiding though. In fact, standing still, waiting for the damn scanner to read the chip in my card, only made the pain mount even more! I pulled my card out and signed the little screen as prompted. Again, I had to brace my pussy tightly with my fingers to endure my desperation. This time though, (to save my dignity I suppose), I turned away from the cashier and bagger to face the people waiting behind me, leaning my hip against the side of the conveyor. My left arm was crossed over my abdomen holding my side and, with my right hand, I held my crotch firmly. I hunched over a bit with what must have certainly been an agonized expression on my face and maintained my composure as best I could. It was difficult, but I held back the flood gates. When the receipt printer sounded, signifying a shopping success, a part of my mind was put at ease. Still feeling desperate however, and still looking desperate, I dared myself to let out just a little. Enough to show but not enough to warrant a hasty escape! I didn’t bother looking to see if the people in front of me were watching-- that probably would have psyched me out! The trick with these shows is to just give in split second. So, holding my breath, I grimaced, quietly gasping when I felt my bladder muscles convulse… and then relax. There was a trickle of wetness and warmth against my fingers. Slowly, a dark spot emerged around my hand, growing down my inner thighs, expanding across my legs. I was surprised how much was escaping with how cautious I was being. Honestly I had just intended to feel it against my fingers! I looked up to meet the eyes of the two people waiting in line, but theirs were fixated on my crotch. They stared wordlessly: the man still unloading his groceries onto the conveyor and the woman standing patiently behind her cart. Both stared intently at my obviously growing stain. Social inhibitions took control and my pelvic muscles attempted to cut the stream. My bladder violently protested, urine still stubbornly pooling in my crotch, softly hissing. I could hear myself breathing heavily, my bladder was screaming louder at me with every passing moment. I wanted to give up. “Oh god,” I shuttered pathetically. I gave up. Intensely hot pee burst against the inside of my jeans-- against the pressure of my cupped fingers-- with a fierce manifest destiny! It hardly got a chance to pool beneath my crotch before shooting to the sides of my pelvis all the way to the seam, darkening the light blue color of the denim. Skinny golden streams erupted out of the fabric on my thigh, just below my pocket, arching outwards with force and splattering on the ground. I felt it shoot up my ass crack as well, dampening the crease between my cheeks. It had already formed a glistening stain halfway up my fly when I pulled my hand away from the torrent. “Oh god, oh god!” My piss appeared to be streaming against the surface of the denim now, rushing quickly down my legs. The man waiting stared silently, seemingly scornful. He was taken aback, definitely, but still composed. The woman behind him not-so-discretely, but certainly not without sympathy, exclaimed “oh dear”. My flight instinct took hold. It had only been moments but I couldn’t bear to face them anymore. I was shaking. Before my piss had a chance to form a puddle beneath me, I turned, grabbed my cart, and walked briskly to the exit. My hurried strides and immense embarrassment made it easier to cut the stream, though it persisted for a good many steps before finally ceasing. My bladder was still screaming at me but I was at least partially relieved. (I still really had to go, though) Hidden behind my cart, I was able to navigate to the exit without many people turning their heads. Some noticed in passing, of course. But they probably took note of my tearful sniffling and red face before seeing the glimmering stain all over my crotch. Yes, I had started crying. Don’t get me wrong—I was incredibly aroused. But I was also shaken up and relieved that I had allowed myself to lose control like that! Embarrassed but not sorry. It actually is a hard sensation to describe. For some reason, unlike every time before, it really hit home to me that I was a participant in the show rather than an observer. Looking into those people’s faces and hearing that woman’s response—I felt almost trapped in the moment. I kept thinking about the time I pissed myself in the crowded subway, standing less than a foot in front of a guys face! That was so much more public, yet that hadn’t worked me up nearly as much as this… Halfway to my car I was startled to hear a man’s voice, “Ma’am?” My heart dropped. Crazy thoughts rushed into my head. What if it was the store manager? What if he called the police? What would I tell my husband? I took a breath and spun to answer. It was the bagger, looking just as embarrassed as I felt. “I- I think I should-,” he didn’t quite know what to say. Finally he found the words, “let me help you load those into your car.” He was young and tall and the genuine sympathy in his voice quickly put me at ease. I wiped some teary dribble from under my nose and nodded, “Thank you.” I tried to give him the warmest smile I could muster. Maybe the nice cashier or one of my onlookers put him up to it. Or maybe he really did feel sorry enough for me to try and help. Whatever the case he had just run all the way out here to catch up with me and help in some way. I couldn't refuse. “I’m so embarrassed.” I took a moment to assess the damage more thoroughly. My jeans felt heavier with the extra water weight, and the initial warmth of my urine was quickly becoming colder-- it felt good in the blazing heat of the parking lot. The stain covered me pretty thoroughly—stretching from the front of my waistband to the back of my calves. I also couldn’t help but feel like this would be a perfect opportunity to relieve myself fully. (With a dedicated audience no less!) Standing still, even for that brief moment, reminded me that I was still bursting! “God I’m so mortified!” Mr. Bagger took my cart and walked beside me to my car. I made sure to waddle ahead of him, swaying my hips as I walked, enjoying the urinary lubrication between my butt cheeks, feeling his eyes follow my ass. He started telling me about how his mother suffered from incontinence. Apparently she had problems ever since his brother was born five years prior. Her problem wasn’t mine, of course, but I felt comforted by his story nonetheless. I had apparently staged a very convincing accident! My heart was fluttering. There was more to come. When we got to my car I reached for the trunk. I drive a Nissan rogue, so the trunk pulls open above my head. My strategy formulated itself very quickly. Clutching the handle with both hands, I pulled the trunk up and felt my bladder tinge from the full body stretch. It wasn’t enough to actually cause an involuntary release, but, with my legs held together tightly, I acted as though it had-- grimacing, gasping, and exerting all the Kegel strength I could muster. Piss erupted from my urethra with torrential power, rushing forcefully over my clit. It felt like a showerhead bringing me to ecstasy! I looked down and saw my stain begin to glisten again, hot urine surfacing through the denim, cascading down my legs, pouring through the cuts on the knees of my jeans. You could hear it loudly gushing against the inside of my button-fly. Hot urine streamed over my sandaled feet and toes, quickly forming a large puddle around me. Again, a lovely, yellow arch of piss burst through the denim of my outer thigh, just below the side of my pocket, splattering against the thin, plastic grocery bags in the cart parked just beside me. I looked over at my guy, breathing heavily with an open mouth, locking eyes with him, forming the most pathetic and distressed expression I could. I threw both my hands off the trunk handle and into my crotch, making a show of trying to stop the flood. Clutching my pussy made the hot piss expand farther along my pelvis—even my pockets turned dark with wetness. The sloppy sounds of flesh cupping water, squishing soaked fabric, mixed in with the rest of the liquid ensemble. I sighed with anguished relief and looked up at Mr. Bagger again, “God it just won't stop!” I managed an awkward, sniffly cry-laugh and wiped my eye with my shoulder. I was still peeing intensely hard. And I noticed the dark asphalt couldn’t drink my piss fast enough to slow the growth of my puddle. Mr. Bagger started unloading my cart and looked at me kindly (though I noticed he kept stealing glances at the piss pouring over my fingers and cascading down my legs.) He said something along the lines of, “Accidents happen. When you get home you can wash your clothes and take a shower. All of this will seem like it happened to someone else.” A special note to Mr. Bagger if you ever read this. One: sorry for the ruse—I did it for the sexual thrill! Hope you enjoyed the show! Two: you’re a really good person and you’ll make an excellent spouse someday! If I was fully and truly distressed that would have been even more comforting to hear than it already was! “You’re right,” I agreed with another sniffle. I dragged my hands from my crotch along the ‘v’ of my pelvis up to my hips. My torrent showed no signs of yielding-- it was beyond stopping at this point. I parted my legs a little and enjoyed the warm current coursing through my jeans. “I can’t stop,” I admitted. “I've never felt so relieved, though!” To that, Mr. Bagger and I shared a chuckle. The waterfall tapered off gradually until all that was left of my stream were the droplets falling from my wrinkles. I stood there, dripping, soaked from my waist to the soles of my feet, while my guy finished transferring all my bags. I let him take a five dollar bill from the pocket on my purse where I keep my money. I would have handed it to him myself but my fingers were still dripping with pee. He thanked me and grabbed my cart to take it to the cart-holder thing farther up the parking lot, stealing one final glance at my glistening jeans before turning to leave. Then I laid my towel over my driver’s seat, sat down, closed the door, and started the car. Without thinking, I unfastened my belt and tore my button fly open. It was harder than normal because of how soaked the denim was. But I managed to do it with one hand and started fingering myself vigorously. I suppose what follows is pretty self-explanatory! I hope you guys enjoyed my experience as much as I did! I know I teased this story a long time ago from my last post so hopefully the wait was worth it. This was written down a while ago but I never took the time to properly edit it until now. I’ve been pretty busy lately with work and my husband and I have traveled a little bit too. Needless to say I have a lot more experiences to share. Also I told him about this very public fetish and showed him all my stories! I think he was more amused than aroused at first, probably more turned on by how turned on wetting made me, but he’s learned to love it! He doesn’t like wetting himself though—which is fine. He enjoys the spectacle far more than the sensation I suppose! (Also he’s a big fan of my zipper discovery from my last story just like I had predicted. I have more experiences to share about that as well!!) I’ll make a tumblr to keep my posts on omo relevant to omo. When it’s made I’ll update you guys so you can continue to give me encouragement on all of my experiences. Ta ta for now!
  3. Hey guys, newbie here. I've never put myself out here before like this, ever. But the people here seem welcoming and have helped me understand a lot over my years of being a lurker here, so here goes nothing. So I was in the mood for a hold since I haven't had the chance due to being busy with work and school, this is the result after a few hours. Nothing spectacular, but it felt amazing to slowly just let go after a few weeks of being busy. Password is dp2001. It's untitled and untagged cause I'll be mortified if someone I know somehow finds this, I'm weird enough as is. Having to explain this video to a friend of mine isn't exactly in my priorities 😛 Anyways, that's all I got for now. If someone gets a kick out of this, that's honestly amazing. I know I've enjoyed many people's contributions around here, so here's to throwing a little bit more male content out there for those who want it. Take care 🤘
  4. Victoria jeans wetting.mp4 Victoria pink pants wetting.mp4 Victoria pink polka dot panties wetting 1.mp4 Victoria pink polka dot panties wetting 2.mp4 Victoria red pants wetting 1.mp4 Victoria red pants wetting 2.mp4
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    Ok, so I've been following the Omorashi Twitter Account thread for a while: And trying to figure out a way to download some of the videos. Well, I had a quiet afternoon and thought, heck, I'll download them all. So this is basically every video linked through the Twitter accounts on the thread. Many (about 50%) were no longer active, or shut down, or deactivated, so this is what I could grab. I have uploaded summaries of each just in case you are looking for something in particular. This is a mixed bag, so expect panty wetting, diaper wetting, peeing, nudity, masturbation, squirting and all that, there may even be one or two poop ones, though I tried to filter them out. It's a little hard to be discerning when you are downloading Twitter videos with one hand, and have the other down the front of your panties... ***Contains Nudity*** If there are any re-posts or specific videos you like, be sure to mention them in the comments. Enjoy, Rach

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  6. So I again don't really have a story for this one but basically I waited until I was really desperate and took some pictures ofy wetting and a short video xD Sorry again for my horrible body I'm working on it xD and I still hate it but I'm trying xD Also sorry for the bad photo taking xD So um enjoy xD also if you have any suggestions I would love to hear them! Like I couldn't figure out how to imbed the video into the post so there's just an mp4 link in the middle of the photos xD I love you all❤️, Riley 20180710_193655.mp4
  7. View File Videocache of yui_omo's Twitter Yesterday I stumbled upon this lovely lady's Twitter, and checking the forums I couldn't find anything on her yet, so I thought I'd share her videos with you people. I can tell you, they are absolutely amazing. She's adorable and her wettings are among the best I have ever seen. If you don't know her yet, you just HAVE to take a look. Her extensive desperation and explosive wettings blow my mind. Also, make sure to check out her Twitter: https://twitter.com/yui_omo Submitter mat-the-cat Submitted 07/05/2018 Category Female videos Clothing Unspecified  
  8. Batman007

    DC/Marvel Wetting Edits

    Here are some wetting edits of DC and Marvel superheroine made by me, which has been digitally made too look as if they peed themselves and I also did a Emma Watson one for all who love celebrity omorashi Batgirl Accidentaly wetting.pdf Wonder Woman's Unexpected Accident.pdf Black Widow.pdf Hermione.pdf Emma Watson Wetting Jeans.pdf
  9. MrWet89

    female New yt

    Found this. Hopefully someone can grab it.
  10. Its amazing hehe I think, this video is from brazil What do you think about that?
  11. mat-the-cat

    Videocache of yui_omo's Twitter

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    Yesterday I stumbled upon this lovely lady's Twitter, and checking the forums I couldn't find anything on her yet, so I thought I'd share her videos with you people. I can tell you, they are absolutely amazing. She's adorable and her wettings are among the best I have ever seen. If you don't know her yet, you just HAVE to take a look. Her extensive desperation and explosive wettings blow my mind. Also, make sure to check out her Twitter: https://twitter.com/yui_omo

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    This scene is from a Chinese drama, but I have no idea what drama this is. The quality is also very poor, so apologies in advance. The subtitles and audio are all Chinese, but here's my translation of what's happening in this scene. The woman sees her sister in an argument with a man, and that man reminds her of the time she was raped by another man and her PTSD is triggered. (It's unclear if that man is actually the same guy or just looks alike). She is so stricken with fear that she wets herself and drops to the floor. Hope you guys enjoy it!

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  13. View File Chinese Drama Fear Wetting This scene is from a Chinese drama, but I have no idea what drama this is. The quality is also very poor, so apologies in advance. The subtitles and audio are all Chinese, but here's my translation of what's happening in this scene. The woman sees her sister in an argument with a man, and that man reminds her of the time she was raped by another man and her PTSD is triggered. (It's unclear if that man is actually the same guy or just looks alike). She is so stricken with fear that she wets herself and drops to the floor. Hope you guys enjoy it! Submitter Nephron Submitted 07/04/2018 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans  
  14. wetpantsboy

    female Grey jeans wetting

    My wife is back with another video and it is the one I masturbate to the most. This time she wets her grey jeans after squirming around trying to hold it in. I love how these jeans look when she pisses in them so we now call them the "pee jeans". If you are unable to download on your PC, you can find a streaming version here. If people want to see more, please make suggestions for future videos! Wet jeans.mp4
  15. I need yor help! Anyone knows more of her? I've been trying to find more information of her because looks like the photos were taken from a video 🧐 but I couldn't find it. If anyone has more info of her or the actual video please contribute here! THANKS 😄
  16. Anyone knows more of her? I've been trying to find more information of her because looks like the photo was taken from a video, but I couldn't find it. If anyone has more info of her or the actual video please contribute here! THANKS 😄
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    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.

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  18. Weeing Willow

    Held so long...

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    I'm a little nervous posting this.. it's my first video. Even though you can't really tell, there was pretty much a constant stream of pee from when I start to wet and the very end of the video! I had to go so bad I even leaked a bit setting up my phone correctly! I hope y'all enjoy

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  19. I have yet to have a true ‘accident’.... the kind where I absolutely cannot hold it another second, can’t do a thing to prevent the first little leak, or the slightly bigger one that follows it, that leads into relentless warmth, spreading through my fingers and down my legs....That’s the kind of accident I want to have.... I always give in....let go before I lose control...but not today. It was a super busy day at work. By the time I got to leave for the hour drive home, I realized I hadn’t peed since about noon, and had gone through a water bottle and the large coke I had with lunch since then. I could just feel the first inkling that it would probably be wise to hit the bathroom before the drive home. Instead, I filled up my water bottle again, hit the drive through and ordered a large coffee. By the time I was about 20 minutes in I was well into the water, and the coffee was just the perfect temperature for sipping. I felt just perfectly full, the kind of full where it feels delicious to squeeze your legs together, maybe sneak a quick little grab in....mmmmmmm....and then I hit traffic..... Given that I was literally driving in the middle of nowhere, traffic like that was completely unexpected, and could never be a good sign....(turns out the highway had been closed, forcing a detour) so after waiting 15 minutes, trapped in a slow moving line (bladder suddenly and fearfully feeling 90% fuller....) I decided to make a u-turn and cut over to another sideroad...which somehow got me turned around and basically back where I started.... I did debate ducking into the gas bar to use the bathroom, but well, I was determined to make it home desperate, and that’s exactly what I did..... The last 20 minutes of the drive were torture and bliss all at once...squeezing my legs, wiggling in my seat, jamming my hand tight in my crotch....mmmm...so fun.... I pee danced into the house and wiggled and squirmed around a bit, before I totally lost my nerve ( to my credit, I only have one good kidney, and I’m fiercely protective of it) and ended up pushing firmly on my extremely firm bladder till I leaked, and then immediately trying to stop it, which was futile, it was basically game over....no matter how hard I clenched or pressed it just kept coming....flooding through my fingers, streaming relentlessly down my legs.....mmmmmmm Soaked from crotch to ankles and standing in a giant puddle, I thought I was done....but as I was mopping up my naughty mess, I started leaking again, and then gushing out another tiny little flood...unexpected and so so sweet.... so not quite a real ‘accident’, but meh, I’m not complaining! 99B200F9-F5B7-4E2E-95A4-9A360257D554.mov 2203219B-C74F-4525-9E1D-FC6044FA605D.MOV
  20. A compilation of Abigail Dupree wetting in jeans, panties and tights. Abigail Dupree Compilation.mp4 More of her here :
  21. I realized I don’t actually care as much if I have a ‘real’ accident, I mostly just love getting desperate and squirmy, holding myself, pressing my legs together and then giving in and feeling the warm relief creeping across my panties and down my legs.... so that’s exactly what I did..... although I must say I was definitely VERY wiggly toward the end.....I was bursting.....it was bliss 50038106-8082-4E1C-9DAF-B13BCCBF23F2.mov
  22. This is a short story to go along with the pictures I just posted in the gallery section, as the tags in the title show this is about male jeans wetting :) Last week, I had to clean the house. I was not really in the mood to clean or felt like cleaning so was thinking of a way of being distracted. So, to make the job a little more interesting I tried drinking and cleaning at the same time. Since I am not into holding, and have a smallish bladder I decided to piss my pants as I cleaned. To keep the piss cleanup to a minimum I was pissing my pants while sitting on the toilet. I started the cleaning job by drinking, and within short order I had to piss. So I worked on getting some of my cleaning done before heading to the bathroom. Since I knew I had a long way to go, I pissed in my shorts to start. (no image shown). I pulled up my jeans, and saw that there was no damage so kept on cleaning. Since I used the toilet, that necessitated another drink. That drink did not take too long to hit the bladder, so wanted to get some more cleaning done. When the need grew to much, I stopped and used the bathroom again, and a little wetness showed on my jeans. Another quick drink, and I was off to finish cleaning the main floor. Thankfully, I got the main floor finished before my bladder needed some relief so I headed back into the bathroom. Yup after that piss, the jeans were really starting to become wet. I then moved to cleaning up the upstairs portion of my house, of course I had to have more to drink :) Thankfully, the second story of my house was quick to clean, so did not have to wait too long before I had to find relief in the bathroom. By this point, my jeans were really wet and was seriously hoping no one rang my door bell :) Not too sure, what I would have done if that was the case :) Actually, I still had to clean the bathroom, and since my jeans were already wet decided to just piss them and then clean up the puddle on the floor. I am going to attach the video with this posting, since I could not post it the gallery. When I was finished with cleaning my jeans were completely saturated, and I felt relieved. The last thing that I did was have a shower to clean myself up and my clothes :) This definitely made the dreary job of cleaning the house more interesting and fun. Who knows, I might post another story with accompanying pictures of more wet house cleaning fun :) wet_505.mp4
  23. I treated myself with a little challenge from Fap Roulette the other day. These were the rules: Wear whatever clothes you like. Drink 0.5 liter of water immediately. Drink 0.5 liter of water per half hour. Hold for 3.5 hours after you feel the first need to pee. Relief (pee in your clothes for 1/2 second) is allowed every 5 minutes. Remembering how nice the double-layered underwear and jeans wetting felt which I did a while ago I decided to take it a bit further today. Count layers yourself. 🙂 Before I started the challenge, I was already well primed with a 1.5 liter of green tea during the afternoon. So all those layers of clothing gave me a little pressure on my bladder almost immediately. About one hour into the challenge when I was sure it was pee pressure and not just a little uncomfortable the holding timer was started. After starting the timer, I made good use of the allowed relief. It's amazing how much "relief" this massive layers of fabric could take before it shows on the outside. And how comfortably warm it stays under all those layers. Finally, about 2.5 hours into the challege and 1.5 hours into the, the intended relief turned into an unstoppable and most enjoyable flood. 😎
  24. I was off work a couple of days ago, and decided to enjoy the nice day outside. Since our summers are short and I like my time outside, I take any opportunity I can to sit on my back deck. Since it was a hot day, and I did not want to get sun burned, I made sure that I had on a pair of jeans, and a long sleeve shirt. Of course, because it was hot I made sure that I stayed very hydrated 🙂 Before, I had to go to the bathroom, I was profusely sweating so my jeans were wet with sweat. This is the first picture that I am attaching: Of course with that amount of sweat, i need to take an equal or greater amount of liquids. If I want to, I can usually hold a lot of piss, but really do not like being uncomfortable. So, when I am at home I generally pee small amounts quite frequently. For this afternoon, it was no different. Since I did not want to make too much of a mess on my deck, I opted to piss in the toilet every time I had to pee, I just forgot to put my pants down 🙂 After about 20z of coffee and 750 ml of water, I had to make my first pit stop and this is the result: From the back, the wetness was almost camouflaged by the wetness from the sweat: Now, when I say I was sitting on my deck it really is not a private area. I have a really open back yard, and back onto a somewhat busy sports field. So, my if anybody saw me come outside or go inside, they could easily notice my wet pants. I guess, that is what makes it fun to piss my pants on my deck, and I have shared similar photo sets in the past. As the afternoon wore one, I drank another 2L of water and about 500ml of pop. I made several more strips to the bathroom and basically dribbled in my pants. They got a little bit wetter but not that much, also the sweat was continuing to pour off me. I would say that after about another 90 minutes of so, I got tired of running in and out of the house and knew that I would soon have to go in and get cleaned up. I decided to continue drinking and just flood my jeans while I sat in the chair, and left a nice puddle on the deck. Unfortunately, the picture of the puddle really did not turn out so I could not share it with you guys. This is me while sitting outside, after I had just flooded my jeans: Just after the picture was taken I packed up my stuff and headed inside. I wanted to see what damage I had done when I got back to the bathroom, and here is the result: And the back of my jeans were equally as wet: Ah you got to love summer, and the oppurtunities a warm climate can offer people who like to be daring with outside public wettings 🙂 I hope you enjoyed the story and the pictures, and I am sure that there will be more pictures and stories coming soon through out the remainder of the summer 🙂 Thanks, Shywewe