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  1. I like to see other pretty women wet themselves. Those incidents make me feel strong, clean, aroused and more desirable. I enjoy how they feel themselves humiliated. I am more "woman" than those little peegirls or something like that. Like I earlier told here, I saw once when cute adult actress peed herself on our schoolyard. I was about 13 then. Maybe that is the reason how I feel. I like men and I have boyfriend, but I don´t like if they pee their pants. I have never peed myself on purpose after one time in my bathroom. It was no effect on me in any way. I just tested. Of course needing to pee and desperation feels good! I have accidentally peed my pants in public just once during my adult life. I didn´t like that occasion either. I tell my story now, cause I know how many of you like to read that story. It makes me very embarrased and I still feel how akward situation it was. Few years ago I promised to my big sister look at her kids, when she had a cleaning day. She has one girl and two boys. They are still very wild and fast. Then they were about 4-7 years old and maybe even quicker than now! We went by bus to retail park. Sister had promised she would get us home by car. After an hour or something we went to McDonald`s and we ordered burger meals. Kids left half of their colas and I drank more than my own. That was a biiig mistake. I never had problems with my bladder and I couldn`t believe any problems would be that time either. I walked kids in toilet one after another, while I check the other kids outside. Then we all went to amusement park. There I understood I had quite a big problem. I should look at all of them. We had to keep as a group. If those wild kids ran out of my sight I would loose them. Toilet visit was not possible with all those three. I decided to wait till we would be back in my sisters house. We spent time together and we had a much fun, but my need to pee was terrible whole time. I was shaking and pee dancing. I sat on bench and then stood knees together, while kids had their fun rides. Finally after few hours I called my sister. She didn`t answered. Neither her husband. Then I left text message to her. I was very worried. I had to pee more than ever in my life. When my big sister eventually called, we agreed she would come immediately to get us their home at dinner. I walked with kids out of the theme park towards parking place. Walking straight was really hard for me. Time was running so slowly! Once I saw car I thought was my sister´s. My thoughts and my focus slipped. When my concentration wasn`t perfectly in my full bladder, I leaked. In one second I realized I was wetting myself! And not just a little bit. Pee ran down my legs wetting my tennis shoes and my blue skinny jeans. I couldn`t stop that until my pants were soaked. I walked myself and kids between cars, cause people was watching us. I couldn`t cover myself. Because it was summertime, I only had a little handbag and t-shirt on me. No jacket at all. I was so humiliated, especially because of those kids who saw my accident. I was nearly crying. I said to them, that adults could also pee their pants accidentally sometimes. When my sister drove there, she had much fun. "OMG, you!!!" She said. She asked if we had to drive throughout my place. Of course we had to drive. I took a quick shower and changed. I said it would be nice if sister wouldn´t tell to her husband anything about my accident. After my pee session kids had been very quiet. And they still were during whole trip in the car. When we were sitting on dinner table, my sister`s husband asked those kids how funny day they had and what had happened. Only thing came up was, that their naughty auntie peed her jeans at the parking place!!!
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    Update: EnragedFilia has uploaded a translated version of this game, so you might want to download that version to same some hassle. A new teacher is excited to be starting her new job teaching at an all girls school. The school is famous for it's beautiful waterfall, which turns naturally yellow in autumn. Only upon arriving does she learn that the waterfall has a diuretic effect on the school's teachers and students, and is especially powerfull on those who have not yet been accustomed to it. Play through different story arcs of her first day teaching. See if she can make it through the day without wetting herself. The original game file is in Japanese, so you will probably need a translator (such as chiitrans) to play it. Requirements: -RPG Maker VX RTP -Japanese System Locale -translator (chiitrans) I didn't create this game, but you can read it's wiki page here.
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    Original Filename: 046-cd-sorting.mp4
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  4. Good day I am very fond of Japanese accidental wetting content but what I found is that the Japanese girls will not often push their hand into their crotch to help her hold it when very desperate for a pee and I have no idea why they refrain from doing that. Do you know of any clips where you find this? Please share here and if it is girls from other countries please feel free to add. thank you in advance PeeloverEd Much appreciated PeeloverEd
  5. From the album: My Drawings

    Snif, snif, Why me?!!! Why I always pee myself?!!! Snif, snif
  6. Gemmy

    Amy's Desperate Date

    Her heart raced as she she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly checked herself in the mirror, making sure everything was just right. She had spent hours stressing over what to wear. Everything she chose was either too casual or too smart or didn't match. Finally she had decided on a pair of jeans and a woollen sweater. The way she had stressed over her outfit and hair anyone would think she was going somewhere fancy but she was only going to the cinema. Once she was happy she was looking okay she grabbed her bag and headed to answer the door. As she walked down the stairs her heart raced faster as she saw the outline of the guy standing outside the door through the glass. She felt really nervous all of a sudden. She had been on first dates before and had felt nervous but usually the first date she was meeting the guy for the first time and getting to know them. This was different. This wasn't just any guy. This was Jack. The guy she had wanted since she was in school. She reached the door and composed herself before opening it. She opened the door and the moment she saw his smile her nervousness vanished. It was the same smile she had spent hours staring at and thinking about all those years ago. “hey Amy, you ready to go” “yeah...err....yeah course” she cursed herself for stumbling on her words, her mind had been reduced to a horny schoolgirls as she looked at him. She shook herself back to reality and locked the door and walked down the path after Jack. He opened the door of his car for her and she got in. As she did he told her how nice she looked and she silently screamed in happiness that all the hours of stressing has paid off. He got into the drivers seat and they set off towards the cinema. As they drove along there was an awkward silence at first which she tried to think of something to say, she couldn't handle this all night. “So how have you been” he asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. “oh good thanks, yourself” “yeah I been alright, boring week at work really”. She loved how easily the awkward silence had lifted and how easy the conversation flowed between them. She was too lost in the conversation to notice that they were driving around the city ring road rather than into the city. She made a joke about the cinema being in the other direction and he laughed and said “haha we aren't going to the Odeon, the next viewing there isn't until 10:30, however there is a viewing at the Showcase at 9:00....is that okay with you Miss Sat Nav”. She giggled and said it was perfectly okay. 15 minutes later they pulled into the car park of the Showcase cinema and found a parking space. They walked in and he said he would go and get tickets. He came back a few minutes later and handed her a ticket. She was getting excited now. They were going to see the final Hobbit film. She had seen the first two and had been looking forward to seeing the last one. When he had suggested going to the cinema and he has mentioned the new hobbit film she had almost screamed yes at him. They went upstairs and joined the queue for food counter. “what do you want Amy” “I'm just going to get a drink and some popcorn....anyway I should be asking what you want, you bought the tickets so I will buy drinks and snacks” She replied. “no you won't, I have brought you out on a date therefore I am paying”. She went to protest but he glared at her and said “Amy Stephenson.....don't you dare argue with me or you won't see the Hobbit, I will just take you home”. She giggled and put her hands up in surrender. “do you want to get a big bucket to share” he asked. She nodded in agreement. They reached the front of the queue and he ordered a big bucket of popcorn and asked what drink she would like. She asked if she could get a large lemonade. He gave the order to the girl behind the counter and she said for only 20p more both drinks could be upgraded to xtra large”. She said just a large was fine but he persauded her to go xtra large. After many “go on's” from Jack she gave in and said she would have an xtra large. He said okay and paid. He handed her Amy her drink and she was amazed at just how big xtra large was. They went into the screen and found seats. The film had been out a few weeks so it was reasonably quiet and they chose seats in the middle of the back row. They chatted as the adverts played and as was customary every time she came to the cinema she had drunk most of her drink by the time the lights went down and the trailers started. By the time the trailers finished and the film started it was mostly gone. She checked the film stats out of interest to see how long it was. She expected it to be long and wasn't shocked when she saw it was 2 and a half hours long. As time passed the lemonade she had drunk was working its way through to her bladder and she could feel it filling up. It kept on filling and she was starting to get desperate. She checked her watch. She estimated roughly 20 minutes left. She wasn't bothered she would be able to hold it no problem. Those 20 minutes passed and her bladder continued to fill and swell. By the time the movie finished and the credits started rolling she was busting for a pee. After everyone else had left they stood up and walked down the stairs. Now that she was moving her need didn't seem as bad. They walked out into the foyer and she looked at the toilets. She considered using them but Jack kept on walking and she didn't want to admit her need to him. She wasn't too bothered, she would be able to hold it till Jack dropped her home. They walked across to his car and got in. As they pulled out of the cinema car park he asked if she wanted anything to eat. She said she was fine and he said “well I'm starving, do you mind if we call at the drive thru on the way back”. She said it was fine and they drove a little down the road and pulled into Mc'donalds drive thru. She looked at the notices as they drove in and saw they were doing an aero mc flurry and asked if she could get one. He pulled up at the speaker and put his order in. He then drove round and paid and then pulled up at the collect window. A girl handed him his order and he asked Amy if she could grab it. She took it and put it on her knee as he pulled round into a parking space. He took his items leaving Amy's mc flurry and a drink. She thought it was his until she saw he already had one. She asked what it was and he said “oh I got you a drink as well....lemonade”. “oh right...thanks” she said smiling, although as she looked it her thoughts returned to her bladder. She didn't want to seem rude so she started drinking it. They chatted whilst they ate and after nicking a couple of fries she was glad she had a drink, they were so salty. She finished her drink and put her rubbish into the bag. When he finished he walked over to the bin and deposited the rubbish. He got back in the car and they set off. As they drove along she started to regret drinking the lemonade. It was filtering into her already full bladder making her really desperate to pee. She shifted in her seat and couldn't help fidgeting. He asked if she was okay and she said she was fine. She really didn't want to admit to him that she was desperate for a pee. 5 minutes passed and she was getting more and more desperate by the second. Suddenly he touched her arm and asked “Amy...are you okay, you have gone really quiet and you seem to be fidgeting about like you are uncomfortable or something”. She looked at him and sheepishly said “yeah....yeah I'm fine...I just....erm.....need to pee, all that lemonade is making itself known”. She giggled nervously and he said “oh....erm....are you going to be okay, like....how bad is it”. She couldn't believe she was talking to him about this. She said “erm....quite bad, im getting pretty desperate....but I will be okay, don't worry, we aren't that far from home”. He looked at her and nodded. She thought she saw a smile on his face but when she looked back he was just concentrating on driving. She concentrated on her bladder. It was now reaching bursting point and she felt like she was going to wet herself. She could hold it until she got home....she had to, she couldn't wet herself in front of Jack....not again. As she thought about how mortifying it would be to have an accident in front of him again her mind suddenly remembered something. The last time she had wet herself in front of him she had been embarrassed but then he had said something, something that had stuck with her. Four little words that had racked around in her mind. He had said “that was so sexy”. She had wondered what he had meant by that. Was the fact she had wet herself sexy? Was it just because it was her? Was he into seeing people do that kind of thing? All these questions had filled her head and drove her crazy. She had decided that it was just a passing comment and it was just because he was drunk and it was her. Although....she had just caught him looking at her legs which were jiggling in desperation. He kept glancing at her bouncing and wiggling. She could swear she kept him seeing him smiling slyly to himself. What if he did like seeing her like this? She suddenly had a thought. He was the one who had insisted she have an xtra large drink....he was the one who had bought her another drink at the drive thru. Was he trying to get her desperate. Her mind was swimming with questions and theories. She had to know for sure. “can you hurry up Jack, I really really do need to pee” She said this and placed her hands in her crotch. She wanted to gauge his reaction. He looked at her and replied “oh yeah, don't worry”. She tried a few more things but he really didn't seem interested and just seemed concerned for her. She moaned as a wave of desperation washed over her and she pressed into her crotch. She was now absolutely bursting and needed to pee soon. They were only 10 minutes from her house....she had to hold on, she used to everything she had to hold it back. As they got nearer she suddenly felt her knickers dampen as it began to trickle out of her pee hole. She moaned as it continued trickling out in little drips. Suddenly and without warning a leak escaped into her knickers. She gasped out and Jack looked at her. “whats up...Amy?, you ok?”. “I can't hold it much longer Jack, I don't think I can make it home, you need to stop somewhere”. She said to him in utter desperation. “erm....yeah ok erm....i was going to get petrol after I dropped you off but I can go their first, they have a bathroom there don't they?”. “I think so” she replied. They drove along and with each passing second she felt like she was about to completely lose control. She no longer cared about being dignified in front of Jack. She was bouncing and grabbing herself desperately trying to stop the leaks. They pulled into the forecourt of the petrol station and pulled up next to the pump. She got out of the car and stopped dead as she felt like she was going to lose it. She crossed her legs and held herself tight. She managed to gain control and hurried across towards the shop. She dashed inside and headed towards the back where the toilet was. With each step she took she felt little trickles dripping into her knickers. Her bladder was pushing down hard on her pee hole. She ran towards the toilet door and grabbed the handle and pushed. She collided with the door. She tried the handle rapidly urging it to open. She grabbed herself, cursing whoever was in there. Then she noticed the sign. “Between the hours of 11pm and 8am this toilet will be locked, please ask attendant for key” She moaned and turned round and headed for the counter. There was a guy stood paying for his petrol. She stood behind him and grabbed herself, pee dancing on the spot. She felt her knickers getting wetter as leaks escaped past her aching pee hole. She felt her fingers dampen and realised it must have soaked through to her jeans. They guy finished up and left. She leant on the counter and asked for the key to the bathroom. The guy looked behind the counter and said “i know its here somewhere”. “oh god please hurry, I have to pee so bad” she said, pleading with him. He handed over a small key on a chain and she took it shouting thank you as she dashed back to to the toilet. She reached the door dancing uncontrollably, urging her bladder to hold just a bit more. She fumbled with the key, her hands shaking in desperation. The key slid in and just as she turned it and unlocked the door a huge wave of desperation flooded her body causing her to lose control for a moment. Pee gushed into her knickers and ran down her legs. She grabbed herself tight stemming the flow. She dashed inside and slammed the door behind her. She fumbled with her belt as spurts shot into her knickers. She was literally wetting herself inches from the toilet. She couldn't believe it. She managed to get her jeans undone and quickly pulled them down and pulled her knickers down. The moment her knickers were out of the way her bladder let go. Pee came gushing out and she quickly moved back and sat on the toilet. A huge wave of relief washed over her as her bladder emptied in a poweful stream into the toilet. She let out a sigh and enjoyed the wonderful feeling. When she finished peeing she stood up and examined the damage. Her knickers were soaked and her jeans had wet streaks running down the legs. There was no way she could hide it from Jack. She dried them as best she could and went outside. She walked to the counter and saw Jack standing there paying for his petrol. She slid the key across the counter and the guy thanked her. She then walked outside and stood next to the car. Jack came out and looked at her and asked why she was stood out in the cold. She felt so embarrassed. She told him her jeans were a little wet and she didn't want to get in the car with them. He looked at her and said “why are they wet, what did....oh”. A look of realisation spread across his face as he understood why they were wet. He said it was okay and told her to get in. She got in and looked out of the window. She couldn't look at him. She wondered why they weren't setting off and turned round to find Jack staring at the wet streaks on her jeans. “JACK” she said suddenly bringing him back to reality. “what....yeah....sorry....erm.....right lets get you home”. They pulled out of the petrol station and set off down the road. Everytime she looked round at him he was glancing at her legs. By the time they pulled up outside her house it was driving her mad. She needed to know once and for all. “Jack?....why do you keep staring at my legs? She asked him. “I..i....i'm sorry, I can't help it” “why, what's so fascinating about my legs”. “nothing....no no....just.....erm......” “and last week after I wet myself you said “it was so sexy” what did that mean? “erm.....its just that I....well I erm......Look Amy, I like you....a lot, okay, and I don't want to weird you out and ruin this”. “how would you weird me out” she asked, thinking she now knew the answer” “the reason I said it was sexy and the reason I keep looking at your legs, some people find it weird and I don't want one of them to be you”. She felt sorry for him, he was obviously embarrassed about telling her, and if it was what she thought it was she would find him anything but weird. She placed a hand on his leg and said “Jack, I want the truth, is the reason that you find, people being desperate or people wetting themselves attractive....a turn on if you will”. He looked at her and sighed and said “okay, Yes....yes, I find it attractive, I don't know why, I just do, there is something so beautiful about a women when she needs to pee.....see I told you it was weird”. She laughed. He looked at her in shock and said “oh well thanks, thanks for being understanding”. She couldn't say anything. She just leant forward and kissed him. They kissed long and hard before breaking apart. He looked at her and said “what...why did you do that”. She smiled at him and said “oh Jack, there is something you need to know about me, something im sure you will like” To Be Continued......
  7. Kijuro just likes pleasing the skunk boys out there, turns out she's into these stuff much more than the guys. Thanks to Kijuro for the art
  8. "How could it have come to this?!" Zelda thought to herself as she raced down the corridors of her castle. It had been a quick and decisive defeat for the Hyrulean forces guarding the castle's outer defenses. An army of these vile twilight beasts had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and quickly overran the walls, taking the Soldiers by surprise. After the walls fell, the courtyard quickly followed suit, now the Twilight forces were surrounding the inner keep, it was only going to be a matter of time before they broke in. As the Princess, it was now up to Zelda to defend her people, and protect the realm of Hyrule. But how? In a matter of hours, her army had been crushed, and her castle all but toppled. The situation seemed hopeless. Zelda could already feel the fear building in the back of her mind as she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. She leaned against the cold stone walls of the castle corridor, and gasped for air. While recovering, Zelda became aware of another urgent situation...she needed to pee! The assault on the castle began without warning, thus granting no chances for a restroom break. "We must keep moving, Your Grace!" the royal guard Captain shouted, "We have to get you to the final protective line before the keep doors fall!" This jolted Zelda back into reality, she quickly pushed the thoughts of her full bladder to the back of her mind and pressed onward through the next set of doors. The guards barred the doors behind them. After some more breathless running, Zelda and her guard escort finally reached the throne room, the last line of defense. While running, they had heard many horrible noises from down below, it was apparent that the keep doors had fallen, and the Twilight forces were working their way through the remaining Hyrulean ranks. But now...now all was quiet. Zelda peered towards the large throne room doorway anxiously, a feeling of despair settling into the pit if her stomach. The calm before the storm truly was the worst. The dread sat heavy in the air, it could almost be physically felt. As she waited for the inevitable final assault, Zelda had nothing to draw her mind away from her desperate need to use the toilet, it was becoming painful now, as it had been hours since she was last able to relieve herself. Zelda wanted to sit down upon the throne, to relieve some pressure, but the nearness of the upcoming battle made her too anxious to do so. Instead, Zelda merely crossed her legs while standing, pressing her thighs together. She hoped her predicament wasn't noticable since everything was being covered by her white dress anyway, and her Soldiers were all transfixed on the doorway. At this point, Zelda did not know what to hope for, she was so desperate for relief, but there was no chance of that in their current circumstances, something had to change, and the only way for that to change would be the inevitable storming of the throne room. The chances that the few remaining Soldiers would be victorious against the onslaught were slim to none, and Zelda knew it. So, as desperately as she needed to pee, she also desperately wished to stall against the attack upon the throne room. "I-I can't hold this any longer." Zelda thought to herself as her knees began to buckle. "N-no! I can hold on! I am the Princess of Hyrule, and I will not have the disgrace of peeing myself added to my defeat! I cannot let myself be remembered as the Princess who cowered in fear and shame in her last moments..." 'Her last moments...' the words sounded so surreal, as she turned them over in her mind. It had not yet dawned on Zelda that these truly could be her last moments, she may very well be waiting for her death. The thought of this brought even more fear to her mind. Not cowardly or irrational fear, but true black fear, despair.... This made Zelda's knees buckle even more, and her urethra start to lose control for a brief moment. A very small amount of urine escaped, creating a tiny wet patch in Zelda's white, silky panties, she let out a quiet, but audible moan at this. Fighting with every fiber if her body, Zelda quickly regained her control and composure. Suddenly, Zelda's ears were filled with a loud hiss as black fog poured into the room and started to engulf the Soldiers' palisades. The room again fell silent as the Soldiers braced themselves. Again, the silence was shattered as the fiendish Twilight beasts scuttled out of the shadows and towards the Soldiers. They were large creatures, yet their movements made little noise, and resembled those of a cockroach scurrying towards a pile of refuse. The battle was over as soon as it started. The shadow beasts moved with an unnatural speed and overwhelmed the Soldiers. And that's when she finally saw him...Zant. He was the Twilight King, or something of that nature, Zelda didn't know what exactly he called himself, she knew almost nothing about her enemy. Yet, here he was, an enemy she did not know even existed a day ago was now in her throne room, marching towards her, with the bodies of her slain Soldiers scattered around them. Zelda gulped hard. "It is time for you to choose, surrender or die..." Zant said. "Oh yes, a question for all the land and people of Hyrule.... Life or death?!" Only two of Zelda's guards now remained, standing to her right and left. They both looked at her, hinging upon her answer. The fear and the hopelessness of the situation overtook Zelda at this moment and made her muscles completely release. She stood there quivering from the strain of trying not to lose control, but it was far too late. Hot pee was soaking through her panties and cascading down her legs, drenching her stockings and filling her boots. The sound was quite audible, and the puddle forming beneath her was visible to both her guards and to Zant. Zelda's face had gone white, she choked on her words and could not speak. All Zelda could do was merely drop her sword to the floor in defeat, the sword hit the floor with a clank and a splash as it landed in her pee puddle. Surrender was the only way that she and her subjects could survive. She had already disgraced herself in battle, there was no need to sacrifice more lives for the sake of pride. Written by: High Meme-Overlord
  9. Wet the Bed Friday night, my husband and I decided that we would go out with some friends for drinks after work. So we met up with them at a lovely trendy craft beer place, and ordered flight after flight of tasters. I ended up trying a ton of different beers – some good, some clearly trying too hard, but that’s how it goes with craft beer. I was still in my work clothes (in this case a black pencil skirt, cotton panties, and a purple blouse) and was getting pretty sloppy. For those of you who will know me, I’ve got a tendency to be a slightly sloppy drunk. Well, we were 4 (or maybe 5) flights in, and my hubby wrapped things up and called us a cab (an hour long Skytrain ride would have resulted in me getting up to some bad behaviour on the train, I’m sure, or having a public accident. My husband is well aware of my sloppy drunken tendencies, and often takes care of me in these situations, making sure I don’t have more, and helping me get ready for bed (which if I’ve been drinking means getting me into a diaper). Well tonight, he was about as drunk as I was, it was a long week for him and he was helping to finish off the stronger beers, and some of those craft beers are pretty strong (one particular imperial IPA comes to mind... sort of). Anyhow, he had it together to get us a cab and home, but once we were home, we were both pretty wired, so we ended up making a couple of gin and tonics, and watching Netflix on the couch. At some god awful hour, we decided to head to be, though I have only vague recollections of this. Before this fateful time, we decided to have another gin and tonic, and my hubby, being British, made them strong. I don’t know what being British has to do with it, but he insists it’s some sort of national thing, particularly after a couple. We went to bed and I remember stripping naked, and possibly mumbling something like “Hun, I’m a bedwetting risk tonight, I should probably wear something.” And him brushing it off or I’m not sure what. Anyhow, I just crawled into bed and was out like a light. Not only did I not put on a diaper, but I also didn’t even go to the bathroom before crashing. I remember waking up, and feeling completely soaked, both the bedding underneath me, and my thighs and sex. I felt about and my inner thighs were very wet, like I had woken up while still peeing or having just finished. I still felt like I needed to pee urgently, and I remember staggering up, dripping everywhere, and peeing in the washroom. Slightly drunken and sleepy Rachel came back from the bathroom with a towel, and I put this down to lie on, and I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up some time later feeling wet again, either the pee from the bed had soaked through the towel, or, which was much more likely, I had wet the bed again. I was feeling sticky, and hot, and wet, and not a little surprised, as usually I sleep through these sorts of things and just wake up in the morning in a puddle. I should point out that on both of these occasions, my husband just lay next to me, snoring, oblivious. Also, on neither occasion had my wet spot reached him, or so it seemed. Anyhow, my bladder was empty, and I was sober. Mostly. I just wanted to get some sleep, but didn’t want a hangover and didn’t want to lay in a puddle. So I got up, had two moderate-sized glass of water, and put down my Peepod mat, something I should have done initially, and slid a Goodnite up my sticky legs. I then crashed out and slept the rest of the night. We ended up sleeping in to about 11 am, which was lovely, though every time my husband tried to cuddle, I kept him away, worried he’d roll into my puddle. When I say we slept in to 11am, I should note that I woke up again at about 9 am and found my Goodnite wet and my legs still sticky and uncomfortable. I opted to just leave it on, and roll over, already a mess. When we finally did get up, my husband was almost oblivious to the fact that I’d had a major bedwetting accident beside him. Even after I said that I was going to do the laundry apologetically, he didn’t clue in. It was only after he had woken up a little, rolled over and felt me on the dry, Peepod pad, that he remembered that my wetting the bed might have been a worry, and then he only realized that the Peepod was concealing a large puddle, after I told him apologetically. I got up and stripped the bed, still wearing my wet Goodnite. I enjoyed the feeling of shame that is associated with stripping a wet bed in the morning, magnified by my being in a wet Goodnite. It was only after all the wet sheets, the towel, the Peepod pad and the ‘waterproof’ mattress cover were stripped did I realize that the mattress cover had failed to do its job and that the mattress was wet. As you can see from these pictures I snapped during the process, this was certainly not the first time that I have wet our bed, and that when my bedwetting issues cropped up again, that we had trouble finding a good mattress cover. Anyhow, still wearing nothing but a wet Goodnite, I made my way to the bathroom to shower. My legs were sticky with sweat (as it had been a hot night), and pee (as I’d wet the bed three times). The good news was that the water seemed to have helped and I was not hung over. Or at least not all that much. I showered off, had some breakfast and tea. Thinking about the evening, my feelings of shame waking up in the morning, and all the complicated emotions that I have around bedwetting made me very aroused and I will admit to bringing myself to orgasm while ridding my hung-over husband, who needed some coaxing, given his hangover. I’ve not wet the bed unintentionally in a while, I thought I’d share. Rach
  10. Well, last night, being Friday, my husband and I went out with friends and had a good number of drinks. Once we got home, we worked our way through a couple more drinks, and I got myself good and plastered. My hubby took good care of me (and was significantly less drunk), he made sure I was changed into a diaper before bed, being well aware of my tendency to wet the bed when I've had a few too many. A couple of weeks ago I got a big cushy pack of Rearz Lil' Monsters Diaper and the pack was sitting around. Now normally when I'm drinking and a bedwetting risk, my hubby will just help me pull on a Goodnite, but not last night. I asked him this morning and he said that I wasn't cooperating with the pullup and also that I had a bunch of water before bed and didn't use the toilet, which made him worry that I might wet more than once. My heart swelled when he told me this, because, well, it just seemed like he had adopted a daddy role, and the thought he put into keeping me dry made me feel like a special little girl. He also put down our Peepod pad, just in case. https://rearz.ca/lil-monsters-diapers/ Well, this morning I woke up absolutely soaked. My sleep had been filled with diaper and wetting dreams - a series of very hot fantasies, with lots of wettings and embarrassing incidents. The big bulky Lil' Monster diaper I was wearing was completely soaked, and there as a considerable wet spot on the pad. I was wearing nothing but the diaper, and my legs and hips were wet with pee. I was very groggy in the morning, but remember telling my hubby "I made my monsters into sea monsters... no, into pee-monsters." I undid the diaper and immediately went into the shower. Here is the diaper and wet pad. Hope you all have a great weekend! Rach p.s. The diapers look adorable but they fit very big and also the tapes were not very sticky by morning (though I did like soak it at least twice), and it leaked in between my legs. These are not the best diapers for keeping the bed dry, but great for padding about the house as a little.
  11. Introduction: Hi! This is sort of my first fiction I've ever written. Probably the longest text I've ever written that wasn't school related. I appologise in advance. English is like my third language, I'm not as fluent as I'd like to be, and even in my own language my story-telling skills suck. If you liked it, that is great. If you didn't like it, please write something that is good then, and share it with our whole community to enjoy! Margaret's biggest in awhile: Margaret stood at the check out line of the grocery store in her local shopping mall. To her fellow shoppers her pose might have come of as a causual feminine stand, there she was behind her almost full cart with her left foot on its toe and knee turned slightly inwards. The truth was, she wasn't concious about it, she just tried to gather her thoughts on what she had picked up and if she had forgotten something. Normally when Margaret went to the store, it was like top 5 things she had to pick up, but tonight was abit out of the ordinary. About a week ago, she had gotten a WhatsApp-message from her old roommate from Universty, Christina, wich she actually hadn't met in person since, what had it been now, 10 months, when they graduated last June. They were besties and all that, but after finishing their degrees they had both gotten a job back in their respective home towns, wich was sadly in quite a distance from each other. Margaret majored in bio engeneering, her friend in cardiology. After abit of texting last week, Christina had said that she had a whole weekend off this week, and as she worked as a hospital nurse that really didn't happen very often. Margaret had been quick to suggest that her friend come stay over at her place for the whole weekend. If Christina traveled up on Friday, Margaret could likely dish up a late night dinner for them. Saturday they could check out the nightlife in town, and Sunday they could just chill out at home before Christina had to travel back in the evening. Both had agreed that this was a fantastic idea, no one knew how long it would be till the next opportunity arose, it could be another 10 months, so they decided to just do it. This is why Margaret was standing at the check out line with an unusually loaded cart this particular Friday afternoon. It was after work rush hour, and on a Friday, you can imagine the stores were quite crowded. The line felt like it had lasted forever. But finally! The person right infront of Margaret was now the one being serviced at the register, so she took a step forward, gently stroaked her wawy brown hair behind her ears and started loading her items on to the counter. Vegetables, taco shells, spices, extra toilet paper, meat, some toast bread, a couple of cases with beer and a box of red wine (hey, no one care how sophisticated it is, as long as it gives you a buzz, right). She had planned to "surprise" Christina with tacos, it's what they used to have every Friday for the 5 years they used to live together. By the time Margaret had unloaded her cart the guy in front of her had finished, so she stepped forward to the register, asked for 5 plastic bags, paid, then walked to the end of the counter and started loading the groceries into the bags. While standing there, her right leg now sort of migrated to the same possition her left leg was in earlier. Foot on its toe and knee turned slightly inwards. Any boys who might have walked by could also have noticed that her big shapely buttocks seemed to be alittle tighter than normal, as if she were flexing them abit. The truth was, she really needed to use a restroom quite badly, and this was her body's practically subconcious way of relieving some pressure off of her pelvic muscles. Margaret was of course aware of this need, but she paid very little attention to it, and at 8/10 it's not like it was an emergency yet. She straigtened her right foot and put it down on the floor so that she stood there with her legs sort of loosely crossed over her calfs while she finished packing up her things. Five bags ready, she had to reposition her fingers a few times to catch a good grip on it, it was heavy, but with about equal weight in both hands this should be fine, and she started walking out of the check out area, into the main alleyway of the shopping mall, and towards the front entrence. Margaret was quite a sight on any day, with her volupteous curves, but walking down the mall this day with heavy bags in both her arms, and trying to keep her shoulders straight, it kind of accentuated her large breasts, that wabbled alittle bit with each step she took. She herself was not very confident with her body, all her friends were much slimmer, she thought she looked like a plump hippo, big boobs, a round buttom, and most of all she hated how her belly would sort of fold over the edge of her jeans/pants when she was sitting or bending. (Stupid girl, no one's stomack is flat when they are sitting down, she looked gorgeous). As she passed the restrooms, she shook her head to one side in an attempt to get one stubborn wawy brown hair lock out of her face. Her lovely blue eyes shot a longing look over her shoulder at the lady's sign in the short moments after she passed her last opportunity to go before getting home. It was too much of a hassle to get in there with all these bags, so without hesitation she continued out to the parking lot, and found her car. Under normal circumstances she might even have considered stopping by the toilets for a quick pee, but not with all the bags, and she actually needed to do alot more than a neat little pee. It was however her bladder that kept nagging her the most though. She hadn't peed since lunch break, wich wasn't uncommon for her, she never peed inbetween luch break and upon getting home, but this day the shopping had taken longer than anticipated, and she could now feel her bladder press in her lower stomach area. Of course the shopping could've been done any of the previous 5 days, but Margaret had it with procrastinating everything. In the middle of the parking lot she halted for half a minute or so, partially so she could put down her bags and stretch her fingers, but equally much so she could cross her legs and bend over a little bit. It was quite bad, Margaret hadn't had to go this bad in several months. Her dark blue jeans were like painted on, skin tight, and kept pushing right around her waste line, and it didn't help that her intestines put pressure on her bladder from the inside either. Pooping was never something clockwork and regular for Margaret, she went number two maybe every other day or so, and it was usually one or two solid logs, but the consistency depended alot on what she had eaten. It was one of these big solid regular movements that was now filling her bowels, and making that extra pressure on her balloon of pee behind her uthrea. After renewing her grip of her shopping bags, she continued to her car. A few meters before she reached the old rusty Toyota that she called her car, she let rip this long muffled fart. She could feel the warmth linger in her bikini panties while it slowly seeped through the fabric. It lessened the pressure on her bladder ever so slightly. "Fuck, I really don't wanna piss myself today!" Margaret thought as she reached her Toyota, and opened the back door in order to put in her groceries. Soon she would be in the privacy of her own car, that could only make it easier to hold herself. Even if she did loose a few spurts on the drive home, it wouldn't be a big deal, no one would see it, and it was far from the first time her driver's seat had been dampened by urine. She just didn't want it to happen today. Today was going to be a good day, Christina was coming. Besides, she had been doing so good lately, not even dribbled in her underwear in atleast 3 weeks, and she didn't want to break that possitive chain. You see, Margaret kind of had a habbit of never going to the toilet untill it was absolutely necessary, not because she despiced using public facillities or something, but more because she couldn't be bothered, and always tended to overestimate how easy it would be to hold it and just go at a later stage. It wasn't rare for Margaret to first head to the toilet after she had felt a few dribbles in her panties, or after she had started turtleheading. This, understandably, lead to freqent minor mishaps, and atleast a handful of times a year it would result in a full on shoe soaking and/or panty filling accident. This was not something Margaret was proud of, nor was she particularilly embarrassed about it either. It was just something that happens. Most of the friends she had had throughout the years had never teased her over it, some would be sympathetic, others would try as good as possible to act oblivious about the fact that their friend had just had an accident. Christina was one of the few that actually aknowledged it, she would kind of lightheartedly try to laugh and joke it off whenever it happened infront of her, and boy had it happened infront of her many times during the years they lived together. About every time they were coming home from a party, or just a long school day or something, Margaret would sprint ahead as soon as their apartment block was in sight, and by the time Christina made it inside and was taking off her jacket and shoes, Margaret would sheepishly emerge from the bathroom and head to her bedroom with a wet patch the size of a dinner plate on her jeans or dress. Other times Christina would come in to a pungent smell in the hallway, and hear the shower running. But back to this day, all this was to say that Margaret was no stranger to having accidents. She just really really didn't want to start of this great weekend with a big cleanup, even though the urgency of her needs more and more started to make her realize that the inevitable was going to happen. Margaret shut the trunk, and walked up to the driver's door, crossed her legs while she opened it, and then slowly lowered her thick beautiful rounded butt into the seat. "God, I'm fucking not gonna make, again! Damn!!" Margaret thought to herself as her butt hit the seat, and the waistband and top button of her slim fit jeans dug into her lower belly, and a sharp pain became apparrent at the top of her bladder. She cursed herself for not going before she left work, this pain was too much to endure for her. Margaret was somewhat of a crybaby, if she felt any sort of pain, she would instantly start to feel tears well up in her eyes, and something tighen in the back of her throat. It was often at this stage she started leaking, partially because her muscles were too numb to hold back anymore, and partially she let it happen because it might relieve some of the pain. This was reaching that level of bad really fast. "I'm never gonna make this anyway, I might as well let out a good few spurts, this hurts, and I kinda already have to shower from this sweaty struggle of a drive home it's gonna be". The car could be cleaned. She knew from experience that if she scrubbed the seat with soapwater and let it air out, the smell of an accident would be mostly gone by 3-4 days. Actually, the center of the seat was a tiny bit discolored from all the times it had been wet, and on warm days a faint odor could almost always be smelled in this car, but not bad enough that anyone would notice unless they knew it was there. Not that it mattered, she commuted alone anyway. The Toyota gave a roar as Margaret put it in gear, backed out of the parking spot, and turned out of the parking lot and on to the road. Sitting down driving, it was impossible to cross her legs, so she sat with her legs normally, but her left knee were bumping up and down at a rapid pace. Suddenly the knee stopped, her left hand shot to her croth and she sqeezed her thighs together. A few droplets left her labias and trickled down her perineum towards her asshole. Then a couple of more followed the same path. Margaret could feel a tiny bit of dampness on her index and middle finger. This was no use. She put her hand back up at the steering wheel, and let her legs migrate out to a natural sitting possition. No debate was needed in her mind, a decission was made to try relieve some of this pressure. She let out one half second spurt. Then a 1 second spurt. Then another 1 second spurt. By now an area around her whole pussy and down to her asshole was covered in hot wetness. It hadn't helped anything to relieve the pain inside her though. If anything, this had only intensified the urgency. "Screw it!" Magaret said out loud to herself. She sighed heavily, and her shoulders dropped atleast a couple of centimeters when she completely relaxed her pelvic muscles. An audible hiss could be heard as the stream grew to hit her clothes with full force. Now the wetness spread out over her whole buttocks, it went up inside her groins to completely circumference her hips. Then it proceeded to wet the insides and undersides of her thighs down to the knees, some pee started to pool up between her legs, and a little bit went up her buttcrack and wet the lowest of her back. "Aaah!" she sighed, "I fucking knew I wouldn't make it, I haven't pissed myself this bad since I passed out at Jordan's party, but heck what a relief". It felt like her whole lower half was wrapped up in a warm soggy towel. But her body wasn't finished yet. As the last drops of pee made their way out, she could feel a fart brewing. Without thinking properly, Margaret just let it rip like she would do anytime she was alone. In her euphoric relief she had halfway forgotten how badly she needed to go number two too. Two days worth pressing on her sphincter. She could possibly have helt it in untill she came home, but when she let out this 3 second fart, it set the whole process in motion. The first half was like a normal rippling fart, "prrftprr". The second half of it was like when you can feel air going around a big turd inside you, and sort of seep out through a half open asshole, "ffffffff". When the fart ended, her asshole never closed, the poop was right at the edge of her ring. Margaret tried to squeeze it back inside, but moving anything upwards seemed quite impossible, and squeezing only made something shift further up in the intestines, and it hurt alot. "I gotta pinch off a nugget". This was also not something too unfamiliar for Margaret. In fact, the last time this had happened was in January. Sometimes when she helt her poop for too long, it would start to turtlehead beyound the point where it could be pressed back in, typically this would happen on her drive home, and Margaret would often just let it slide out untill it stopped agaist the seat and pinch off the end of her poop in her underwear. A golfball or two was usually enough to make her able to hold it till she could finish on the toilet, atleast if she wasn't wearing a belt, then a bit more might typically squeeze out as she fidgeted and struggled to undo her clothes. Margaret relaxed her sphincter. "A little shit won't make any difference, the seat is already drenched in piss". The head of an enormous poop started slowly sliding out, and this felt just like doing a normal poop on the toilet, untill it met resisistance, it coiled up alittle bit right around her asshole, and formed a mushroom head the size of a potato, before it stopped. This was abit more than she had anticipated, and the part that was stuck inside her ring right then was so hard that she didn't know if she could even pinch it off. Margaret squeezed with all her strength, in one big effort her face scrunched up and her knokles whitened around the steering wheel, but she was unable to clench it off. When she relaxed again to draw her breath, the poop inched alittle bit further than before, as it filled out where the squeeze had flattened some poop and created alittle room. "Christ, it's a biggie". This was a very uncomfortable, sitting there with the log half in half out, something needed to be done. She started pushing, "mhmm". The poop extended slowly, and the warm ball around her asshole grew slightly, and it stopped again. With her butt sitting down, and her skintight jeans, the poop had no place to go. She kind of bit her lower lip, pressed her back against the back of her car seat, tried to hold her feet steady while still driving, and lifted her butt off the seat. "Mmmhhrrrrmmh". Her face grimaced up, her asshole stretched to its limit, and this hot sticky pancake spread out her buttocks. "Grrrrr". Her buttcrack was packed all the way up. There was still a pretty wide part going through her asshole. She panted alittle bit, and gave a final push. "MmGrrrhmmmgrrrr". The last bit of the poop was quite abit softer and warmer, it coiled up right around her assring, and to finish it off a 3 second spurt of piss shot out and splattered all over the already soaked seat. After a few heavy sighs and alittle breathing, she slowly lowered herself down into sitting again. The poop was so hard it hardly flattened at all. It felt like she were sitting on a melon. The insides of Margaret's thighs already started to feel abit cool against her skin, as she pulled the Toyota into the main road and caught up with an SUV that were driving 10 km/h below the speed limit. "This ought to be one of the biggest craps I've ever taken on myself, glad I didn't wear a thong today, that would've been a mess", Margaret kind of nonchalantly thought to herself. She wasn't looking forward to the cleanup at all, and she never ever intended to have any accidents, but when they did happen it was never a big deal to her. She just saw it as another 15 minutes before she could start dinner. "Everybody piss and shit, pretty much several times a day, sometimes alittle bit ends up up in our underwear, so what, humans make mistakes, it's life". Wich was true though, all of Margaret's friends had had atleast one accident that she knew about. Christina, whom Margaret had lived together with for 5 years, had atleast had 4 accidents that she know of. 3 times Chistina had wet her bed after a drunk party, and one time she had an upset stomach while out jogging, and did a messy load in her running tights. But nothing came close the frequency she herself had full blown accidents though, wich had to be like every two three months or so. Margaret thought nothing more of it. It wasn't strange for her at all. "I guess some people piss themselves alittle more often, just like some people grow muscles faster than others, and some people even like pineapple on pizza, we're all genetically different". From her accident, her mind soon wandered off to the rediculously slow driver infront of her, and she wondered the hell this person had gotten his license. She turned on the blinker and drove passed this lame ass car. Luckily, the rest of the 10 minute drive home went on without anything noteworthy. She pulled into the driveway of the old douplex suburbian house she could afford to buy half of when she moved back here. "Home, sweet home! Best place morgage can buy!". Margaret stopped under the roofed parking spot on her side of the house, eased herself out of the car, picked up her groceries from the back and waddled inside. By now the jeans were all cold and sticky. She left the shopping just inside the door to the kitchen, and hurried stiff legged to the bathroom. The saturated denim clung to Margaret's shapely thighs, and left a glistening shine on her upper legs as the pants were pulled off on the bathroom floor, then she hung her jeans over the edge of the laundry hamper to dry, and she could put on a wash after she had prepared the dinner. Now she squatted above the toilet, pulled down her heavily loaded bikini panties just enough to flip it around and dump the load, then she stepped into the shower with her panties still around her thighs to start the procedure of cleaning herself up. .....................................................................................Thanks alot for reading!.................................................................................................................................................
  12. Every summer we take a family vacation to get away and have some fun. This summer we went to Louisiana to visit some family and rented a house on the river. As always it was a great time. One night we went to an early dinner at a nice seafood restaurant. I got a really good spicy gumbo which was delicious. As we finished and were leaving I felt my stomach rumble a little. I thought of running to the bathroom but figured we would be at the house soon and would feel better going there. On the way home my sister wanted to stop and see where the bar we were going to go to later was. I should have said no but it was on the way home so kept my mouth closed. It took us a little bit to find it and when we did my mom pulled in and my sister jumped out to walk around. After a few minutes of sitting there I was starting to cramp and was beginning to worry about making it home. I got out of the car and whispered to my sister that we had to go now. She didn't understand at first and I just looked and said please. She finally laughed and asked if I was desperate to pee. I told her no the other one. We finally got back in and started for home. It is started to get bad and I am having to work at keeping it in. I am trying to act normal but after a really bad cramp I had to squirm and bend forward and even my daughter knew something was wrong. It was starting to really hurt to hold and I was getting really nervous. We were getting closer but another huge cramp came and the pain was so bad I was crying. My ass was quivering with the effort and my poop was fighting for release. I begged my mom to drive faster or I would have an accident. We were waiting to turn left and I could feel the first poop pushing out just a little. I beg my mom to go and pull over as I knew I was loosing the battle. The next cramp was bad and the pain was so bad I had to stop holding for a second and the poop pushed out a little farther. After we turned I begged my mom to pull over and she said we would be home in a minute. I yelled that I was about to shit my pants and she freaked and pulled over. I was just seconds from an accident but thought I might just make it. As I step down and start to unbutton my jeans I get a huge cramp and the pain is overwhelming. I have to squat down and unclench my butt to stop the pain. The poop starts to flow and in my relief forget I still have my jeans on. I can't stop the flow and totally poop my pants. Luckily the ride home is only another two minutes because I was mortified.
  13. I had to cut this file down. At 1:30 it was too big, is that a thing? Again, new here. So tips/ answers welcome... May of this year. After work I ran errands. The 7-11 wouldn't let me use the bathroom even though I shop there every morning. So I said to myself " you can do this girlie. You're like 20 mins from home. You got this! " ( Side note: I have the bladder of a camel. I think it's from working in restaurants when I was younger and never being able to use the bathroom). But, it turns out...I don't got this😬 It starts storming an hour earlier than expected. I have a new car with leather seats. And I'm about to run out of shoulder on the parkway. If I do not pull over then and there and figure something out I am going to explode and like two cops of piss will ruin my car. So I did what a gal had to do. It was terrifying and exhilarating because every time the cars drove by my entire car shook. Couple this with the pleasure from the hold and knowing I could explode any second and this was overall one of my best wedding experiences hands down! I had to shave about a minute off this video from the beginning and the end. In the beginning you can hear me whimpering and cursing and talking to myself but it says the file was too big to upload. Are there limits on beginners or do I have to pay to be able to upload bigger files or is that just the way this cookie crumbles? Do most people make it a multi-part situation? Again advice tips comments what evs. XO InShot_20210721_152900407.mp4
  14. Santa is still going to give the girl presents. Right, Santa Claus? Thanks to Conejoblanco for the art
  15. the Beautiful Charlotte Crosby wets again https://www.thesun.co.uk/tvandshowbiz/10674178/charlotte-crosby-tears-im-a-celeb/
  16. I was recently travelling around the UK with my lovely husband and at times, some of his family. I spent a lot of time with the in-laws and used to afternoon or evening jogs as a way of giving me some ‘me’ time. As you all know, that very often means a little bit of wetting fun. To on one afternoon, when the hubby and I were travelling alone north of Manchester, I decided to go for a little jog in the countryside. There was a lovely forested path not too far from our Air B&B, and I went out jogging in the forest a number of afternoons. Most of you will know by now that I have a tendency to leak a little while running, and this is particularly the case when doing impact training or running on very uneven ground. To avoid this I have a black quick dry running skort and always use the bathroom before I jog. If I’m in a gym (which isn’t too often), I’ll slip a pad into my panties as well. On this particular jog, I decided I would forgo all these precautions, and have a little wetting fun. So I pulled on one of my favorite pairs of panties, my pink Ariel Little Mermaid panties, and put a regular white short pleated skirt overtop of them. On top I was wearing a regular sports bra and tank top. When I left the Air B&B, my bladder was at about a 6 and was feeling pretty full. I almost had that sloshy feeling you get when working out with a full bladder. I knew that my pink panties were not going to stay dry for long. This was my first time exploring the path, so I wasn’t sure how busy it was going to be. It turned out that on this day, I only passed a couple of people, most of them teens who were mountain biking and an elderly couple who was dog walking. The path system had lots of paths and branches and I looked out for landmarks to avoid getting lost. This was a small UK forest but I didn’t feel like getting too turned around. Anyhow, I started jogging down the street and turned into the trailhead. I jogged for a little ways before I went down the first little gully and felt spurts of pee escaping into my panties with every impactful strive. By the time I reached the bottom, I felt as though my panties were thoroughly sodden. I got to enjoy the sensuous feeling of warm wet fabric quickly cooling against your most intimate parts. I look around and down at my legs. I was still alone in the forest at this point, and there was only a little tear-drop trickle of pee running down my thigh. I brushed this aside, and continued jogging. The pressure from the running was dramatically increasing my need to pee, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable. At this point, going up a small incline, I was overtaken by a couple of mountain-biking teens. I had that quick thrill one gets when it is possible that a stranger glimpsed up one’s skirt (given the incline of the hill, my running motion, the shortness of my skirt and the angle of approach of the cyclists). My already quick heart rate increased just a little. At first this was only on account of their possibly seeing my panties, but it only took me another second to realize that those panties were noticeably wet. Rational Rachel calculated that they teens were probably concentrating on going up the hill, but also that they were teen boys and I know how their minds work. I continued on, winding my way through the beautiful forest. Enjoying the feeling of running; not quite enjoying the full feeling of my bladder or the damp rubbing of my wet panties. After a short while, I approached another steep downward section of the path, I paused at the top, evaluating my bladder’s situation. It was sitting at an uncomfortable 8 and I knew that jogging down this hillock would certainly result in more leaks, regardless of my efforts to ‘bear down.’ So, after a moment’s pause, I pressed on, and instead of bearing down in order to hold back the leaks, I tried to relax. I say tried as it is pretty hard to relax anything while jogging down a steep decline. Now, with each hard step, instead of the usual small spurt, I was releasing serious spurts into my wet panties. I could feel the warm liquid hitting my inner thighs and knees. By the time I reached the bottom of the short hill, I was basically completely releasing my bladder. I stopped, spread my legs so that the pee would not run down my legs and get into my socks and shoes, and continued to wet my panties. I looked down and appreciated the small puddle growing under my on the hard-packed path, and the drizzling sound of the pee hitting the ground. Despite my previous leaks, I peed for about 40 seconds, and while I did so, I kept my head on a swivel in case I was interrupted. My sodden panties continued drip on the ground long after I had finished and finally bore down. After about two minutes of standing there dripping, I heard people approaching, and so I gave my butt a little wiggly shake to dislodge any other droplets, and continued to jog. My panties were not sufficiently dry and I could feel little droplets splashing against my legs as I jogged. I’m not a stranger to jogging in wet panties, but I wanted to have some more fun. After I passed the elderly couple who were walking their dog and would have spotted me standing in my shameful puddle had I not moved, stopped to deal with the ‘situation.’ I then pulled off my panties and inspected the damage. They were pretty soaked. I then used my skirt to dry my legs and girl parts. I now was faced with the dilemma of what to do. I decided to hang my panties up on a tree branch in the sun to dry, and pick them up on my way back. I could just as easily pulled them back on, but I was also excited about the possibility of exhibitionistically leaving them out to dry. The odd passer-by would know that someone had shamefully wet their panties. So I artfully hung them on a branch to dry, and snapped some pictures for you perverts. I ended up flipping them around so that Ariel was visible, she is super cute after all. After appreciating my little wet panty ‘kite’ stuck in a tree, I continued on my jog. I took about a 30 minute look and only had a couple more smaller leaks on steeper sections. On these occasions, with no panties to catch them, the droplets splashed out and hit my legs, skirt and the ground. I felt incredibly naughty jogging without panties, and very much enjoyed the feeling of the wind against my wet girl parts. I eventually looped around and returned to where my panties had been hanging. Or at least the general environs as to where they should have been hanging. They were not there. I ran back along the path for a couple hundred meters in each direction, just to check if I had the correct place, but my panties were nowhere to be found. I even checked my phone, lined up the photos with the same section of the path, and checked the undergrowth around where the panties had been hung. Still no panties. So I suspect one of three possible things occurred: 1) An enterprising squirrel found my skivvies and re-purposed them as a nest. At least any bedwetting baby squirrels will be able to blame stains on the bedding. 2) A helpful and environmentally conscious citizen recovered my underwear and disposed of them properly, I was in a way littering with them, and don’t litter. 3) Or, some perverted someone spotted my drying panties, and took them home with them for some salacious end. Anyhow, I am fortunate because I still have a pair of these back at home, as I bought multiple packs, and I did buy a ton of new panties on my trip. I do have other stories about these panties from earlier in the trip, so stay tuned for these. When I got back to the Air B&B, my husband didn’t even ask why I was not wearing panties. After a quick shower he did get all kinds of laid. Hope you enjoyed! Rach p.s. if you ever want to own a pair of my panties that have been worn and/or wet (like a squirrel or forest pervert), check out my website and get in touch! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
  17. Astrologist Mona Megistus pulled the door to her home closed behind her, and stepped out onto the streets of Mondstadt. It was the dead of night, perfect conditions for stargazing. Mona's house was a small one, situated on the the outskirts of the city. Mona was dedicated not to use her talent with astrology to make a profit, and her pride wouldn't allow her to ask for money. Because of this, Mona was usually strapped for cash. It had taken a long time to save up enough to buy her house, but the cozy home was well worth it. Mona took in a deep breath of fresh air as she started off toward the city gate. The cool breeze rushed past her face, blowing her dark black hair around her shoulders. The plan for the night was to travel a short distance outside of Mondstadt, spend the night watching the stars, and head back into the city as the sun rose. Mona whistled a little tune to her self as she approached the gates. The night was her element and the stars her companions. In her eyes, there was no better time to be out than midnight. Mona arrived at the gates and was let through a small side door by a guard who looked equal parts tired and bored. Mona was well-known enough within the city to allow her to pass through with out much pause. She thanked the guard and continued on her way. Traveling along the main road that led out of Mondstadt, Mona aimed for a medium sized hill just a mile away. that was where she would set up for the night. Still whistling, Mona walked on, cloak fluttering in the wind. After about an hours trek, Mona began to scale the hill. It was not a large slope, but still a difficult climb. Once at the top, Mona stopped for a small rest. After about five minutes she stood and began to set up her equipment. As she was pulling out her notebook in order to keep track of her observations, Mona felt a small ache in her abdomen. She frowned and-placed one hand over her stomach. She had needed to visit the restroom before she had left her house, but had forgotten in her haste to get out of the city. Cursing her forgetfulness, Mona finished setting up. Nothing to be done about it now. About two hours into her stargazing. Mona was cursing herself even more. She now sat writing in her notebook about the measurements she had taken, with one leg crossed over the other. Her need had gotten much worse in the time since she had first arrived on the hill. Mona gazed back at the walled city behind her longingly, knowing that there were plenty of bathrooms there. Mona briefly considered calling it an early night and hustling back to the city, but eventually decided against it. There was still a few more hours of darkness left, and she was confident she could hold on for a little longer. Another two hours past and Mona knew she had made a mistake. She was constantly jiggling up and down, moving her feet from side to side. The astronomer was now desperate to pee. She quickly made the decision to pack up her things and head back into Mondstadt, hoping it wasn't too late. She spent a good fifteen minutes putting away her equipment, hindered by the need to stop periodically to hold herself in order to avoid leaking. Mona began to make her way down the hill at a snails pace. She was moving with one hand between her legs, one hand holding the strap of her equipment bag. About halfway down the hill Mona paused to consider finding a nice bush and peeing there. It's night anyway. No one is even out here. She thought. After a moment of deliberation, Mona's pride was too great to go to those extreme lengths. She continued her slow walk. Mona arrived on the main road of Mondstadt as the sun rose above the horizon behind her, illuminating the sky with a brilliant yellow shine. The hour walk that had led Mona to the hill now felt like an eternity. She was hunched over, with one hand perpetually thrust between her legs. Her brown tights chafed against her legs as she walked. About halfway to the gates, Mona let out a small squeak as she felt her bladder spasm. the next moment her hand was hit by a small jet of pee. Mona stoped and shoved both hands into her crotch, not caring that her equipment dropped to the road beside her. After taking a moment to compose herself, Mona was able to determine that it was just a leak. She breathed a sigh of relief. I still have time. Mona made it to the gates without further incident. She was let in by the same guard as earlier that night. She blushed as he directed a puzzled look at Mona's posture. Fortunately, he didn't ask any questions and let her through quickly. Mona was thankful that the same guard was still there expecting her, though she did fell a bit sorry for him, having to stand at attention all night. Mona hobbled back in the direction of her house as fast as she dared, bracing herself against a worse case scenario. Mona was able to reach her house without another leak. She stopped in front of the door. As she pulled her hand out form between her legs to grab the doorknob, she felt another stream shoot out of her overfilled bladder. She was forced to shove her hand back between her thighs and bounce form foot to foot in order to regain her composure. She reached for the knob once more and this time was successful in getting the door open. She rushed into the house pulling the door closed behind her. Mona's desperation reached a crescendo as the door slammed shut. She dropped her equipment on the floor and ran for the bathroom as fast as she could. She wasn't fast enough. Just as Mona reached the bathroom door, her overtaxed bladder gave up. She tried desperately to hold back the tide, but to no avail. Mona was forced to watch in resigned silence as she peed full-force into her pants. The purple fabric of her one piece top darkened around her crotch as pee soaked through the material. Wet streaks formed as urine ran down her legs, darkening any part of her tights that it touched. Mona grimaced at the wet, warm feeling that rushed over her thighs and down to the floor. A puddle formed between her feet, expanding outward as Mona's body continued to empty itself of liquid. After a solid minute and a half, the stream finally abated. Mona groaned and looked down at her clothing. Her one piece might be able to be saved. It only had wetness directly between the legs and a little around the back. Her tights were another matter. They were stained completely, turned almost black due to saturation. Mona could feel the blush rising on her cheeks as she stared at the puddle on the floor. Even though nobody was around to bear witness to her accident, Mona couldn't help feeling ashamed. Dejectedly, she stripped out of her soaked clothes and entered the bathroom. The toilet sat in the corner, lid up as if mocking her. She stepped into the shower, thankful that she at least was in private. A rueful smile crossed Mona's face. Whether the outcome was good or not, at least it had been an eventful night.
  18. She wouldn’t let him go: the shop manager Donnie jogged the one mile to his part time job, hoping not to get too wet in the drizzly rain. Working in a small local Tesco wasn’t high on his career ambitions but it helped pay college fees and required little in the way of complex brain workouts. Besides there were often some good looking woman who were regulars and thinking of them always brightened an otherwise ordinary shift. He clocked in five minutes early and after hanging up his coat he opened a bottle of juice and before heading into the shop he drank around half of it, replenishing what he had lost in sweat after his short jog to work. Fridays were always delivery and stock taking days so Donnie was sure he was on the till as usual but checked the rota just to make sure. He was, so on opening the staffroom door he signed into one of the tills allowing Anna to clock off. ‘That’s me away Annette! See you Monday.’ Donnie saw Annette, the shop manager, wave from the back of the shop as she checked through the refrigerator for food about to go out of date. ‘Gonna hand these into Donnie before you go, thanks!’ Anna handed Donnie the shop carrier bag with some milk, fresh juice, cheese, and cold meat in and he placed it behind the counter until he was told where else it was to go. A while later Annette came towards the tills to check more stock and in a moment of less customers she had a brief conversation with her colleague. ‘I’ve marked that bag of stuff off I gave you. Just when you get a chance you can bin it, or if you want to have any of it just do so. It’s unsellable but got today’s date on so fine still. By the way self service till 1 has been playing up something terrible today. I’ve put a new receipt roll in so hopefully it’s better now. I’ll finish this aisle then take my lunch.’ Donnie nodded as he scanned another customer’s goods while watching another person on the self service till. He saw Annette pulling stock to the front of the shelf before turning out of sight. She was a much older woman, quite Jekyll and Hyde at times in her manner, often ‘forgetful’ about promised holidays or breaks for staff, but otherwise focussed on the shop and efficient at her job. As soon as the next moment of quietness occurred Donnie had a quick look in the carrier bag. The shop was warm and as time passed he opened one of the cartons of fresh apple juice and drank some. He was alone at the front of the shop and besides Annette had said he could have some so he never thought anything more about it. It wasn’t a brand of fresh juice he usually bought but it was lovely and before too long the carton was empty. It was over an hour later before Donnie saw Annette again and it was more heard than saw really as he heard her, presumably on the phone, but could briefly see items being put onto a shop trolley by someone in staff uniform. The stream of customers was pretty constant so Donnie carried on as normal, looking forward to his break. The next he saw Annette properly was when she came over to the fresh flowers near the front and rearranged them and checked their dates. The empty buckets reminded Donnie that a stock delivery was due later that day. Sometimes he was sent to receive the delivery but other times his boss insisted she did it. He wasn’t sure who it would be today but it wasn’t due for another hour at least. 4pm passed and Donnie was still alone. He’d been behind the till alone three hours now without a break and while he was a little hungry he was more aware he needed a bathroom at some point in the near future and wondering if he’d get a break soon. Officially, as Annette liked to remind him periodically, he wasn’t legally entitled to a break on a five hour shift but if the shop was quiet enough he usually managed to get one. There was no sign of Annette though so he just carried on for now. 4:30 came and not only was Donnie more aware of needing a pee but he was warm and thirsty too. Unable still to leave the till he rummaged in the bag and was delighted to find more apple juice. Sipping around half the carton as opportunity arose between serving he assumed he’d be released soon for a break where he could use the staff loo. ‘Excuse me please. The till hasn’t issued my change.’ It was that problematic self service till playing up. Donnie opened it up, tinkered around in what he could, issued the customer her change and then decided to turn the till off and put an out of order sign on. All the time he could feel the pressure building more and more in his bladder. By now a queue had formed and Donnie pressed the bell for assistance. Annette appeared from the staff room and signed onto the spare till. Between them they worked through the waiting customers for the next 15 minutes while Donnie moved from foot to foot getting more and more keen to pee. As Donnie served the final queuing customer he saw Annette sign off the till and head away. ‘Annette, is there any chance I could have a break at all?’ ‘Not right this minute Donnie sorry. I’m just doing the shifts for next month. I’ll come back once I’m finished though, ok?’ It wasn’t really ok but Donnie had no choice. He’d just have to wait. As the afternoon wore on Donnie became more and more grateful for the fact he was stood behind a counter out of sight. It felt like his bladder had swollen a hundred times it’s usual size as he rubbed at his stomach and shook his leg. His bladder felt hard, full, and it ached. With less than an hour before he finished it wasn’t looking good for getting that break he really needed. He was so glad when for a moment the shop quietened as he paced behind the till and slipped a much needed hand into his trouser pocket to press his personal belongings in his crotch. He really did need that promised break. Where was Annette? Finally he heard her again talking on the phone. He waved to try and get her attention but she didn’t notice. He pressed his thighs together and grimaced. Jeez he was really desperate for the loo! Thankfully it looked like Annette was coming over to him at last! His body throbbed in anticipation and it felt like the full contents of his bladder was pressing into his crotch as he stood behind the counter holding himself through his pocket while she approached, but before he could say anything another customer placed a basket on the counter. ‘Donnie that was the delivery driver on the phone. He’s been running behind but finally here. I’m just heading to the loading area. You can stay on a bit can’t you? Maybe half an hour or so? Maxine ought to be here to help you in about 45 minutes but I’d prefer two of you on at tea time as it gets busy as you know. I’ll add the hours in for you so don’t worry.’ Donnie took the customer’s money but couldn’t concentrate. He HAD to catch Annette before she left. He called after her, his face flushed. ‘Annette, any chance I could get a two minute break first. It’s just...I’ll be super quick I promise!’ Annette looked at her watch then glanced back at Donnie. ‘If I am not back by the time Maxine arrives you can clock off if you really need to but I’d much prefer you waited until I was back. The driver is running late and I can’t leave him waiting and I need the milk and bread out right away as we have none left now. Don’t let me down now Donnie...please.’ Donnie wasn’t sure if he was angry, shocked or just pissed off. What he did know was he was seriously bursting for the toilet and there was no way he could wait another 45 minutes. He wanted to run after Annette and tell her, beg her even, to allow him to go to the bathroom, or even better just race directly to the staff toilet, but he was stuck behind a till alone and once again there was queue of customers waiting impatiently. Trying to be as professional as possible Donnie continued serving customers as he shook one leg then the other and moved from foot to foot. He was sure that any minute now his bladder would pop as he rubbed his stomach yet again. Even his back was now starting to ache as his whole body yelled for release. Donnie could feel his palms sweating more and more and his face blushing as he took payment, scanned items and bagged groceries. Every minute felt like days as his legs trembled in urgent need behind the counter. Then one of the regular customers came forwards to be served and Donnie forced a smile. This was one of the young woman who made his shifts better, who he normally looked forward to seeing and who he quite fancied, though he wouldn’t admit it. She smiled and then looked at Donnie funny. ‘Are you feeling ok? You look a bit hot?’ Shaking a leg again and pressing his thighs tight together Donnie stepped closer to the counter as for the first time he felt he absolutely must grab himself to prevent a leak. ‘I’m fine thanks. Just keen for my break soon that’s all.’ ‘She not gave you one again today? That’s shocking! When did you start?’ ‘1pm. I finish soon though thankfully.’ ‘Do you not even get a break to eat or drink then?’ ‘Not really. I’m allowed to drink behind here at least though. But I’m looking forward to my tea later.’ ‘You don’t even get like a loo break or anything?’ ‘Not today. Mostly I do but it’s been busy today.’ ‘Jeez I couldn’t do that. I’d be pure bursting if it was me.’ Donnie squeezed his penis before using both hands to help pack the customers goods. Picking up the bag to hand to her his face came closer to hers as he whispered so no-one else would hear. ‘I am.’ The girl looked Donnie right in the eye before speaking quietly. ‘No wonder. You poor thing. Will you make it?’ Donnie didn’t answer but his puppy dog eyes, tense face and biting lip said everything as he grabbed his crotch tight again. As she went to walk away the girl turned and looked concerned. She mouthed back very quietly. ‘Maybe you should keep a bottle back there?’ Donnie moaned as he tried to serve the next elderly man. His knees were wobbling and he almost felt faint at the pressure in his body. He couldn’t recall having to go this badly ever before. It was all he could think about, focus on and yearn for. If he didn’t reach a bathroom in the next few minutes he was afraid what might happen. Finally he found himself alone again as he paced behind the counter and moaned quietly. Perhaps Maxine might arrive early so he could run to the loo or maybe Annette would come in and take over? Whichever happened it needed to be right now! Oh God did it need to be NOW! As the sound of customers taking goods, chatting and picking up baskets filled the small shop Donnie felt his body go still and warm as his penis twitched and urine dribbled into his underpants. This was it. He was about to piss himself any second. He’d waited longer than ever before, squeezed more than he thought possible, filled his bladder more than he thought it could ever hold...and now it was coming to an end. As if in slow motion he watched as a customer facing away from him picked up a large bottle of lemonade and put it in her basket. A bottle? He needed a bottle right now! Suddenly remembering the carton of apple juice he pulled one of the empty cartons up and stepping right against the counter he carefully undid his fly, placed the carton right over his crotch and slipped his leaking anatomy into the carton. He stood there for a second but nothing happened. The thought someone might hear or catch him made his body clamp up as he counted slowly in his head and tried to breath. A dribble. Then another. Then a spurt. But oh a customer! Yikes! Donnie placed the cartoon by the till and zipped up his fly feeling dribbles still escaping into his clothing. He served the lady as quickly as he could then, checking no-one was around, he unzipped and let out some more piss. This time his body wanted to shoot out fast and it took all Donnie’s self control to pee quietly and slowly despite being absolutely aching to relax completely and release fully. Quickly he stopped as another customer approached. Then another customer. And another. Having started releasing then stopping seemed to not only increase Donnie’s need exponentially it also seemed to enlarge his penis as the naughtiness and sneakiness of his actions had a big affect on his hormones. Tied between an agonising and urgent need to fully release and the ever increasing chance of being caught plus the now constant dribbling he could feel running down his inside leg Donnie wasn’t sure wether he longed to piss more or cum. Either way he had never been so glad to have his bottom half hidden by the counter. Another customer. More scanning. More dribbles. The rock hardness of his penis slowly subsiding but the absolute aching desire to piss getting stronger than ever. After marching on the spot frantically with his back to the till he knew it was now or never. He turned towards the carton and stepped as close to the till as physically possible as he unzipped again and went to slide his penis into the carton when he jumped in fright. ‘Donnie I’m just putting this milk out then you can finish up ok?’ But Donnie stood in silence unable to answer as urine flooded out of his body powerfully and urgently soaking the counter, the till, his trousers and splashing the bag and all its contents on the bottom shelf. Donnie didn’t know if Annette had heard it but as she walked towards the back of the store all he heard was her voice speaking as he tucked his penis into his drenched trousers and zipped them up again. ‘Sorry you never got a break today by the way. It’s been some shift eh!’ Bowing his head in shame and with his face scarlet as he looked at the puddle behind the counter Donnie nodded in agreement. It had been some shift indeed.
  19. Wow, I haven’t written about an experience in a while. Sorry about that, life’s been pretty busy I guess. Well, I’ve got a couple of longer ones, but here’s a shorter thing that happened to me today! So there’s a bad flu going around and I think I caught it this week. Or at least, I’ve got some kind of cough. It developed a couple of days ago, and has been getting worse. In addition to feeling stuffy, I’ve also been leaking basically every time I cough! This has led to a good number of leaks over the course of the past few days. It’s worse when I’m standing up, and I can reduce the damage if I’m sitting with my legs crossed firmly. If I happen to be caught standing up when I feel a cough coming on, I quick cross of the legs sometimes helps, but not always. And I’ve also noticed that it doesn’t seem to matter if my bladder is full or if I just went pee, I am still leaking a decent sized squirt into my panties with every cough. Now most of you will know I run a side business where I sell my dirty panties online, and it’s been a busy month with lots of orders. This means that I can’t always just slap a pad into my panties and go about my day with protection on, as otherwise I’d have some unhappy customers. Earlier in the week I was wearing a pair of panties for a customer and ended up soaking them pretty good while padding about the house in my gray tights. Fortunately the customer wanted the panties wet, and I was at home. Today, I was finally done prepping panties for customers, so I could wear a pad. I’m glad I did. The coughing has got a little worse (but otherwise I’m feeling ok), and I had already soaked the pad I was wearing before I left the SkyTrain to get to work. By noon I had already changed my pad 3 times (basically after every two coughing fits), and I was starting to run low on pads. I rationed myself in the afternoon and only changed my pad once, but it was my last one. I pulled it out before leaving for the day, as it was rather saddened, and braved going pad-less on the way home. I was wearing dark trousers and it was pouring rain, so I thought I’d be ok. I was doing pretty good actually, until I left the SkyTrain for my walk home. I had just left the station when a wave of coughs caught up with me, and I didn’t cross my legs. The result was a very tangible squirt of pee soaking my panties. I used my purse to cover my crotch and surreptitiously felt if it had gone through my trousers. It had not, and I hurried home to change. This was the result: Anyhow, more stories to come, and to all my Canadian friends, don’t forget to vote! Best, Rach p.s. If you want to order your own pair, here's my website and you know how to get in touch! https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
  20. Tonight has been the most thrilling and unexpected wetting I've ever had. Seeing as i had just woken up and was really desperate i thought i'd start a hold. It started by posting a live hold asking if anybody wanted to control my bladder and seeing as i was already quite desperate, i wanted to challenge myself to see how long i could last! After about 30 minutes of me posting in the Live thread, i started to need to go badly. Like REALLY badly. But i was still determined to hold on and give it my best shot. I went to my wardrobe and got the tightest jeans i had. They were navy blue, skin tight jeans which i fount out was a size to small and that's why i had never worn them. This would be perfect for a hold i thought, if i was to have an accident then it wouldn't matter and i could just throw them away if the damage was too bad. After about 5 minutes struggling to put them on, i got in my car and drove to my secret wetting location that i like to do in public. 🤭Although it was nearly 1 am, i still get a thrill knowing that somebody could see, or that i could get caught. Little did i know what was going to happen later on! After driving for about 10 minutes to my secret spot, i pulled into the country lane lay by to find 2 cars parked up with people inside. My luck. At this point it was starting to get unbearable and knowing that I've got to hold it, made everything ten times worse. I quickly drove around trying to find another spot, i started to feel myself leak as a wet patch started to form on my tight skin jeans. I managed to gain control and stop before flooding my car. A few minutes later i fount a dirt path which lead to a dead end with a gate at the bottom. I quickly reversed into the spot, and turn my car off. I stepped out of my car to assess the damage. I had leaked more than i had thought. As soon as i had took the picture, my bladder gave way. I started gushing into my jeans and i couldn't stop it, the stream ran straight down my legs with speed as i quickly tried to take my shoes off. i felt it spread like a wild fire, all down my legs into my socks. It felt so good. I just stood there as i watched my jeans get darker and darker with the warm piss running down my jeans. It was really cold outside which made it even better. You could see the steam coming off my jeans!😄 After i was done, i stood there whilst i had a cigarette, Trying to keep the feeling of the warmth while it lasted. After my cigarette, i got changed and placed my dripping, pee soaked jeans into a bag and into the trunk of my car. I went and got in my car and sat there whilst looking on my phone. All of a sudden a bright like caught the attention in the corner of my eye. It was a car coming down the country lane. As the car got closer, i noticed it was a police car. My heart stopped. This sudden tsunami of fear engulfed me. I froze. The police car slowly drove by and stopped just after my car. I started to panic and felt my face go red. I was praying they didn't get out and search my car to find the newly pissed soaked jeans in my trunk. My heart felt although it was in my throat. The Police car then reversed, and pulled in front of mine. I pretended that i had just woken up from his blinding headlights shining through my car to make it less suspicious. It felt like the light was shining through my soul at this point, knowing that if they search my car there going to find my mess. After about 5 seconds of the police car facing me and them having a good look at whom is inside, They reversed and drove off. I could not believe it. My heart felt like it was going to explode. I sat there for about 10 seconds until i seen them take the corner and out of sight. I quickly started my car and drove in the opposite direction as fast as i could. I drove like i was in a scene from The Fast And Furious. When i finally reached home, i sat in my car and laughed. I've never been that close to being caught and out of all the people it was the police. I lit up another cigarette to calm my nerves and just give me time to take in what had happened. Whilst having the cigarette, i let out a little pee in my sweatpants as a reward 😊 Hope you guys liked the story! I'm sure i wont forget this one.😅
  21. When Sosha’s latest eBay purchase results in Alisha peeing her pants, Alisha questions its safety in this sexy wetting video. Tired of Alisha always getting to the toilet first, resulting in embarrassing wetting accidents, Sosha has come up with an innovative revenge plot. She has ordered a device from the internet, a kind of ray-gun that causes one’s victim to suddenly become overwhelmingly desperate to pee. The effect is variable, but at its maximum setting, it promises to cause a full, uncontrollable, accident within just ten seconds. After showing off the device to our camera, Sosha creeps up on Alisha. Without warning, she fires the Bad Blaster Bladder Buster and the effect is instantaneous. Immediately Alisha jumps to her feet, grabbing at her crotch, about to burst. Only a moment earlier she didn’t need to pee at all, but now she is suddenly so desperate she can’t move for fear of wetting herself. Seconds later, it happens; She completely floods her pants as Sosha gleefully watches. Upon relieving herself in her jeans, Alisha reacts with confusion about what just happened. She doesn’t understand how she so quickly got so desperate to pee and had such a significant accident out of nowhere. It is then that Sosha reveals her gadget to Alisha. Alisha questions if such a thing is even possible, but Sosha points out that it obviously worked. Furstrated, Alisha goes off to change her pants, leaving Sosha to contemplate new uses for her new toy. bladder buster tease.mp4
  22. I’m not sure if we can post messing stories here but i know there are people interested in poop accidents as well. This is the story of my only real poop accident past my childhood age and it was mortifying for me. I was 12 years old but I remember it very clearly. My parents, my sister and me were visiting four of our relatives and we were all walking in the city. We got to a playground which me and my sister played on and the grown-ups were all standing around and talking to one another. I noticed I really had to poop but I kept ignoring my need and continued playing. I realized I couldn’t make it much longer but I was still too shy to walk up to all the grown-ups and tell them I had to go the bathroom now. And I wanted to let them talk, I didn’t want to disturb their conversation. Suddenly I slowly felt poop coming out and I really couldn’t hold on anymore so some poop made its way into my pants. And since there was already poop in my pants and I knew I couldn’t hide it anyway I decided to push everything out into my pants. I involuntarily peed a bit while doing it too. It felt really good to be finally able to go after having to hold on so long. I really went alot, my pants were totally full when I was done. After this act, I started blushing when I realized that now I had to own up and tell my parents. I decided to just tell them to just get it over with, since they would find out anyway. I awkwardly waddled towards the group and they noticed what I did before I even said anything. My mom asked me „Did you poop your pants“ and I just nodded. She got kind of annoyed and asked me: „Why didn’t you tell us you had to go?“ Her being disappointed about it made me upset too and I started stammering and said „I didn’t really notice I had to go that badly. I didn’t mean to…“ and I suddenly started crying. Her seeing me cry probably triggered her motherly instinct and she gave me a hug and whispered into my ear: „It’s ok. I understand. Let’s go find a place where you can clean up.“ My younger sister thought it was really funny that I pooped my pants and laughed at me but my dad and my relatives saw I was very upset so they didn’t comment anything negatively. My mom took my hand and we started looking for places with public toilets for me. She asked a few stores but they didn’t end up having public toilets. So I ended up having to walk 20 minutes through the city with full pants. My walk was very awkward and many people noticed me along the way. I cried all the way even though everyone was trying their best to comfort me to make me stop crying. We finally got to a Italian restaurant that let us use their bathroom. What sucks is that the waiter also noticed what I did and also asked me directly „Did you poop your pants?“ just like my mom asked me. I didn’t reply but hearing his remark made me cry again. My mom escorted me to the bathroom but I went into a stall on my own and tried to dump my poop from my pants into the toilet. After 20 minutes I still wasn’t done cleaning up but my parents called me and told me we wanted to leave. My underwear was a complete mess but I wasn’t sure if I should throw it away or not so I just put on my soiled underwear and pants, zipped up my zipper and left the bathroom. My pants were stained and there was a brown spot on the back of my pants so literally could have seen what I did. Luckily my parents accepted to take me home instead of continuing to walk through the city with my relatives. But I still had to walk all the way back. When we made it to our family car (My relatives went home in their own car) I was very quiet the entire ride. I remember my sister complaining about the smell and we had to open the car windows. When I finally got home, I took off my clothes and washed them and I took a bath which finally calmed me down a bit. But when it was time to sleep I got sad again and asked my parents if I could sleep in their bed with them that night and they let me. When I was lying in bed with them they reassured me again that it was ok to have an accident and that I shouldn’t beat myself up over it. I apologized to them for ruining the evening but they comforted me and told me I didn’t ruin it and that we wanted to leave anyway. After a lot of comforting I managed to finally sleep. The next day I already felt somewhat better. But what also sucked is that in the next couple days my parents made sure to often keep asking me if I had to use the bathroom and I hated that they had to keep asking this because it embarrassed me and made me feel like a toddler. But I understand why they did it. They weren’t trying to embarrass me, they were just trying to prevent another accident. And after all I really did have an accident that night, so I really couldn’t complain. So this is my memory, fellow omo-lovers. It is a 100% real story, and it was my only real poop accident after I grew out of having daytime accidents as a small child. That’s why I remember it so clearly. But now, many years later, I don’t feel bad about this experience anymore. I think no one really judged me for it so it was fine afterwards. At the time I felt helpless and miserable but now looking back at it I think it’s kinda cute that it happened.
  23. What circumstances may get you (or someone you know) to postpone a pee when you hadn't intended to be desperate or leak? Examples: Clip in which Snuppa puts off urinating to stay with a TV movie. Clip in which Japanese office worker takes a call on her cellphone, but stays at her desk to consult documents during the call. Me waking about 3:30 this morning, but letting myself fall back to sleep without piddling. Then waking later to find I'd wet about 200-300 mL. Me again multiple times: Skipping a pee to catch a bus, rather than attending to my bladder and thereby being on a bus 15 to 20 minutes later. This has lead to dribbling or spurting a number of times. Yours?
  24. “Where are you going?” Alisha asks Sosha, upon encountering her in the hallway. “To the toilet,” Sosha answers, a bit apprehensive. Alisha can’t help but smile, knowing she is about to have some fun, as she tells Sosha, “I don’t think so.” And thus, the stage is set for this scene; Alisha is standing in front of the bathroom door, physically blocking access to Sosha, who is clearly desperate to pee. As the video progresses, Sosha pleads with Alisha to go to the bathroom, but, intent on stopping her, Alisha concocts a story about how the cat is using the bathroom and needs its privacy. Despite doing her best to get into the bathroom, Alisha manages to hold her ground and prevent Sosha from getting past. Ultimately, Sosha ends up wetting her pants. She completely soaks her pants as she pees them, with Alisha gleefully watching. Only after Sosha has wet her pants does Alisha reveal that the cat isn’t even in the bathroom, and there was no reason Sosha couldn’t have gone the entire time.
  25. (Artist: zerink of tumblr.com) Zelda's Late Night It was the end of another fine day in Skyloft, as the sun began to set behind the distant clouds. The sunsets are always so beautiful, Zelda thought to herself as she sat upon her favorite hill, overlooking the Skyloft Academy. She giggled inwardly as she found herself wishing that her childhood friend, Link, were here with her. She had been hiding up there all day practicing The Ballad of the Goddess in preparation for the annual Wing Ceremony the next day. The Wing Ceremony consisted of a race to determine who would graduate and become a knight. This year, Zelda had been chosen as the maiden who would enact the role of the Goddess in the final part of the ceremony, while the victor would be enacting the role of the Goddess's chosen hero. She blushed again as she thought of Link being the victor, it would just be so perfect for her to be the one to do the ceremony for him. I will need to remember to make sure Link gets his practicing in tomorrow and doesn't sleep in! She thought to herself. Finally, she decided to get up and return to the academy. Dusting herself off, she took one last look back at the sunset, she wanted to stay and watch it till the end, but she didn't want Pipit, or any of the other senior class knights to give her a hard time for missing curfew again. Later that evening, Zelda was safely in her room at the Skyloft Academy, getting in some more late night practice. She already had the rhythm of the harp down, but was still struggling with a few of the lyrics. So she sat at her desk with a cup of water to keep her whistle wet in one hand, and a lyrical score sheet in the other. Hoping that no one else would hear her, she had been singing quietly to herself, practicing the verses. After awhile, she grew uncomfortable sitting at her desk, so she moved over to sit on her bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her boots, then stood up again to remove her white tights and other adornings. Feeling a little more free now, she sat back on the bed with her legs folded, still wearing the cute pink dress she had made for the upcoming ceremony. After a few more minutes, she rolled over on her stomach, and held the paper out in front of her. As she did this, it put more pressure on her bladder, and she realized that she had to pee. Deciding that maybe a little break would be good anyway, she rolled out of bed, slid into her slippers, and exited the room. (Artist: moxie2D of Deviantart) Zelda walked daintily down the hallway, hoping that none of the boys would see her in a partial state of undress. The short time laying on her stomach had really put a strain on her bladder, much more so than she realized, but fortunately, the restroom was only just down the hall. Upon reaching it, she discovered that the door was locked. "Hello, is anyone in there?" she said softly, as she lightly knocked on the door. There was no response, but she could hear the sounds of water running, someone was clearly taking a bath. Zelda sighed, and stood by the door, waiting. Several minutes passed, and she could still hear the water, whoever was using the restroom was taking their time. The sounds of the bathwater became too much for her, and she decided to return to her room to wait it out. After about fifteen minutes of pacing about her room, her need to go had become quite urgent, so she returned to the hallway to check on the restroom. Surely whoever was in there would be done by now! She thought to herself. Approaching the door, her heart sank as she saw that now, Karane, one of the upper-class girls, was also waiting in front of the restroom door. "Oh, hello, Karane, your waiting for the restroom too?" Zelda asked. "Oh hi! Yeah, I am. Whoever is in there, they've been at it for a looong time." Karane responded. "Oh dear, I was waiting earlier and went back to my room because they were taking too long. That was nearly half an hour ago!" "Really, that long? Surely they must almost be done by now. I need a bath before tomorrow, what about you?" Zelda blushed at the question, not wanting to admit that she needed to pee. "Oh, y-yes, me too. I want to have a good bath for my part in the ceremony tomorrow..." "Oh yeah, you were chosen to play the Goddess this year, right? I'm so jealous! I always wanted to be picked for that. Congrats to you!" "Yeah, I was picked. I'm sorry that you never were, Karane." Zelda said, wincing as the pain in her bladder became worse. Noticing the look on Zelda's face, Karane asked, "Hey, you sure you're okay?" "W-what? Oh yes, I, I'm fine. Just uh, a little nervous about tomorrow, I guess..." Zelda replied. Though in truth she was a little nervous about the ceremony tomorrow, she was mostly only nervous that Link would not be the victor, and they would not be able to do the ceremony together. The reality of the situation was that her bladder's desperation was what was actually causing her to look, 'nervous.' Finally, after what felt like eons, Zelda's father, Gaepora emerged from the restroom, wearing only his bathrobe. The girls both screeched and covered their eyes, Gaepora's face turned red. "Oh, uh, terribly sorry girls, I uh.." he said, fumbling with his words. "Daddy, just go!" Zelda yelped, still covering her eyes as her face burned hot with embarrassment. Why did her father always have to embarrass her like this? He merely nodded at this and shuffled down the hall in his much too short bathrobe. The girls exchanged glances. "Can we just agree to never speak of this again?" Zelda said, her cheeks still red. "Fine by me, it's not like I ever want that image in my head again." Karane replied. "I love my father so much, but he really can be embarrassing sometimes." "Yeah, dads are like that. Anyway, sorry that you still might have to wait a bit, I'm going to need to run some new bathwater, I don't want to reuse your father's water...uh no offense though!" "Oh, uh, yeah, none taken! I wouldn't want to either!" Zelda replied sweetly, though Karane's words were killing her on the inside. She wasn't sure if she could wait long enough for Karane to draw a brand new bath and fully bathe herself. She was considering asking Karane if she would let her go first, but that would be rude, especially since she still didn't know the real reason that Zelda wanted to go first.She sighed as Karane shut the door behind her, leaving Zelda waiting in the hallway again, alone with her full bladder. As soon as Zelda heard the water flowing again, her need to pee became even more desperate. Her bladder twinged painfully, and she had to put one of her hands between her legs to keep her muscles from releasing. The water in the restroom was still flowing, and it was making her pain worse by the second. Before long, a small dribble of urine escaped her failing muscles, and leaked into her pink panties. She squealed, and put her other hand between her legs, straining with all her willpower to keep it from going any further. Deciding that the sound of the water was too much, she began to pace up and down the hallway, while staying out of earshot. However, this was only a short term solution, as the pressure in her abdomen was growing at an alarming rate every second, soon walking was too painful. Fortunately, the water had finally stopped running, so she was able to go and wait in place by the door again. Suddenly, she heard a door open, and looked up hopefully, but it was not the restroom door. Zelda froze in place as she realized that it was the front door, Pipit had just come inside from his nightly patrol. Using every ounce of strength she had, she straightened her body, and removed her hands from between her legs. She didn't want anyone to know that she was so desperate, especially not any of the boys. "Oh, uh, evening, Zelda." He said, blushing and averting his gaze. "E-evening" she stammered "w-what's wrong?" That's when Zelda remembered that she was no longer wearing her tights, and that her lower legs were visible. She quickly put her hands in front of herself, and hung her head in shame while Pipit hurriedly moved past her towards the other end of the building. Suddenly, she realized that there was a warm sensation in her panties, while she had been attempting to appear normal, a very small stream of pee had began to escape into her underwear. She squealed again, and shoved both her hands between her legs once more, stopping the flow. She felt up under her dress, it wasn't bad, her panties had a good wet patch on them, but nothing more, nothing that anyone else could notice. Unfortunately, she was only holding off the inevitable, at this rate, if the restroom didn't become available right at that moment, there would be no way that she wouldn't have an accident. The restroom did not open at that very moment, so Zelda began to lose her battle. Bit by bit, more spurts of urine escaped from her burning urethra and into her undergarments. She could now feel it beginning to leak out of her panties, and through her fingers, with tears welling in her eyes, she clamped them shut, and pressed her hands against her womanhood even tighter, attempting to hold back the flow. It was no use though, her muscles completely gave way, and her bladder started to fully empty into her already saturated panties. Understanding that the flow couldn't be stopped, and not wanting to accidentally brush up against her ceremony dress, Zelda removed her hands from her pee flow. Hot streams of urine were jetting straight through her panties, running down her legs and soaking into her slippers. Before long, there was a large puddle forming at her feet, the pee running down her legs was rivaled only by the tears streaming down her face. As her accident was drawing to a close, she heard the lock turn on the restroom door, as Karane emerged. "Alright, sorry for the wait, it's all your-" Karane gasped. "Oh no, Zelda, are you alright? You had a uh...shoot, I'm sorry!" *sobbing* "I-I..waited a l-long time" *sobs* "P-please don't tell Link!" "What? No no, it's okay, why didn't you just tell me? I would have let you go first. Don't worry, Link will never know, I won't tell a soul." *sniffle* "Promise?" "Yes, I promise. I'm no bully like Groose and his cronies, I wouldn't get anything out of publicly humiliating you. Now why don't you just go ahead and get in there to clean yourself up. I had clean up duty tonight anyway, so I'll grab a mop and take care of your- uh...yeah, I'll take care of it. Sorry, didn't mean to bring it up." Without another word, Zelda shuffled into the bathroom, and closed the door. Her eyes still stung hot with tears, and her underwear were still wet and warm. She wiped the burning tears from her eyes, and stripped out of her clothes. She tossed the soiled clothing to the side, and folded her ceremony dress up neatly on the counter. While she waited for the bath basin to fill, Zelda inspected her slender body. Her inner thighs were still moist to the touch, and her girl parts smelled strongly of fresh urine, this caused a pang of shame and humiliation to shoot through her stomach as she thought about it. She felt so childish, and was glad that Link didn't have to see her this way. She wasn't quite sure why she couldn't stop thinking about him, sure, Link was her best friend, and would be so unconditionally, but why would it have bothered her more for him to have seen this than anyone else? She blushed again, realizing that Link's opinion of his friend really mattered to her because..... (as per usual with Zelda games, the answer to that can be up to your own interpretation😉) Once her bath was over, Zelda put her dress back on, having no clean underclothes, and prepared herself for the walk of shame. She cracked the door open and looked out into the hallway. No one was around, and, as per her promise, Karane had cleaned up Zelda's accident from the floor, her face turned red again at the thought of this. Determining that the coast was clear, she slipped out from the restroom, and hurried down the hallway back to her room, carrying her pee-stained clothing in a little bundle under her arm. As she went down the hall, she prayed that she wouldn't run in to anyone, so no one would see or smell her ruined clothing. Her prayers were answered, she made it back to her room unnoticed, it was after hours, afterall, so most of the students and instructors were in their chambers. Once she was finally back in the safety of her room, she began to relax and come to the realization that everything would be okay. She did still have the ceremony to look forward to tomorrow. I should become closer friends with Karane, she really had my back, and was so understanding. She thought to herself. But for now, let's just worry about Link, I had better hurry and get some sleep so that I can remind him to get some practice in the morning, I know he will probably sleep in otherwise. Still feeling a bit ashamed and childish, Zelda finally crawled into bed and slid between her sheets. As sleep began to overtake her, the worries of her humiliating accident began to drift away. Written by: High Meme-Overlord
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