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  1. I've always been ashamed to admit that I want to pee, when I was younger I never said it at school and I went hom desperate. I have a fairly large bladder and it's strong. But I'm human and I still have limits. My familu and I went to visit our family and that day we were on the return trip. A journey of 4 hours, therefore quite long. Before leaving I had not thought of using toilets, I have drunk a lot of water throughout the meal and a large xoffee at the end of the meal. There were my parents, my litlle sister and I, I'm 17 years old. I'm a rather shy boy therefore and I don't dare to speak about my needs. I was sitting in the back of the car with my littler sister. She was crying a lot because it was hot in the car. My mother tried to calm her down but without success. For my part I did not speak, I sipped my soda while listening to music. But after 1 hour of driving, a pinch in my bladder caught my attention. I hadn't paid attention but I must already have been at a good 5/10. Not desperate, but not comfortable either. My little sister was asleep. With this heat my mother forced me to dring ever more water along the way. The cold water from the cooler froze me on the spot and made my need even more pressing. I knew that the water I had just drunk was not yet in my bladder but I already felt a constant need in my lower abdomen. After 2 hours of travers, my father decided to stop at a station to refuel and buy food. I was finally going to be able to relieve myself, and it was time because I was already at 7/10 I was starting to take off my security belt when my mom stopped me. She wanted me to keep my little sister because it was not prudent to leave a child alone in a car and she especiallu didn't want to wake her up. So I reluctanly stayed in the car, I knew I had a large bladder but the urge to piss increased and with this heat it was impossible for me to stop drinking. I threw an envious look at the toilet a little further... When my parents came back with food and... fresh drinks. I was a little thirsty but I forbade myself to drink utile we get home, my bladder cannot bear much more. Half an hour later my urge to piss has increased, all the water and soda was definitely in my bladder. It was a little bulging and the seat belt was pressing hard. I definitely needed a quick pee. But I d didn't want to ask my father to stop, it would have been too embarrassing for me. I was hoping that they cwould stop again at a station so that I could go to pee, I doubted my ability to last 1h to the house... I fell asleep a little, hoping it would make time pass father. But to my great misfortune, I woke up 30 minutes later with a desire worse than before. My little sister had started to cry again, she needed to pee. I was relieved, I was finally going to be able to relieve myself too. My mother reassured her by telling her that they will stop soon and I took this comfort for myself. Because my bladder was torturing me, she was praying for relief. I hadn't been peeing since morning and even with an iron bladder, all the liquids I had drunk went straight into my bladder. I couldn't take it anymoren I had to piss and my parents would stop soon. The image of me, lowering my fly and taking out my penis wich releases torrents of hot urine made me even more frantic... "God they hurry up I can't take it anymore ! " I thought. Finally, my parents stopped. They had not found a station so my little sister had to pee on the side of the road. My father laughed at the time wated. He was in a hurry to go home to rest and my sister's pressing desires were not welcome. I did'nt want to attract my father's wrath and then stayed in the car. I'll die for a piss and I saw my little sister pissing right next to me, between two doors. The noise of the pee against the ground made me squirm, wave of despair caught me and I felt the pee at the end of my penis. A drop crashed against the fabric of my pants. My god... I was going to pee on them if they didn't hurry. My sister was finally finished and we were going back to the road. I was very thirsty and there was only half an hour before we got home. I then asked my mother for a bottle of fresh water, which I finished quickly, but the car ran over a bump and I spilled a little water on me, on my pants. The contact of ice water against my peni drove me crazy, a quirt of hot pee escaped, the another and soon my pee mixed with water. I leaned forward, breathing hard, stuggling not to hold myself. I did'nt want my family to know that I was on the verge getting upset ! But it was going to happen, I had to come back quickly. Every turn, every shake was torture for my poor bladder. But I was soon going to be able to pee, liters of hot urine that I could finally spill. I was lots in thought when suddenly my father braked. It pushed the seat belt into my bladder and I couldn't hold pee in my pants. I instinctively leaned forward and slid my hand against my penis. I tried to pintch it so that it stopped peeing but I didn't succeed for 5 seconds. It was a torture I had tasted the sweet relief and now I'm forced to cut the flow. I would die for a piss and that 5 seconds squirt Hadn't relieved me. My sister laughed at me, folded my hands in my pants in two. "He needs to pee !" She shouted to my parents. I straightened up quickly. "It's not true ! " I replied. "I just dropped water on my pants" I didn't like anyone to know that I would die for a piss... it was shameful. I prefer to hold back until we're home. The remaining 10 minutes were the longest in my life, the pee coolded against my legs and my penis and it drove me crazy. I had to pee so baaad. My father parked outside our house. I had held on ! I managed to pass the rout without peeing ! But here's another problem, was I going to be able to get up without pissing on myself ? And how was I going to be able to go to the bathroom without looking hopeless ? All I wanted to do was run to the bathroom and relieve myself... and quickly ! This is the first fiction I write, and... I'm french so sorry for my mistakes haha Do u want to know the end of story .... ?
  2. 3,998 downloads

    Hi guys, This is another good video of desperate girls stuck in traffic jams. Previous video is here Due to the big filesize of the whole video, I have to upload them in 2 parts. This is the 1st part of 2.

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  3. Woman sitting on a small seat for kids during a car ride and wets her pants. Not too much wetting and sadly not a long video, but hey, car wettings make it into my top 10 no matter what https://pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e91c67618fee
  4. SexyLilB-I Piss in Line at BK Drive thru View File Sexy LIL B wets her terry cloth shorts in her car at the Burger King Drive Thru. Submitter wet501 Submitted 03/27/2020 Category Female  
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    Sexy LIL B wets her terry cloth shorts in her car at the Burger King Drive Thru.

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  6. I can finally just sit down and write about something I saw almost two weeks ago. I take the bus to my college, and across the street from the bus stop I wait at is a gas station. So I'm just sitting there at the middle of the day, waiting, mindlessly tapping through twitter when I decided to look up from my phone and catch sight of a surprise. There, at the gas station's parking lot, in broad daylight and no cover in front of a fairly busy street, was an apparently half-naked woman from the waist down. She then turned to the side a bit and I could see that she was actually wearing underwear, as her width made it hard to tell at first glance. Between her and her car she was standing next to, was a pair of discarded jeans. She pulled some green shorts out of her car and put them on, which were loose enough for her to pull her blue panties down and take them off through them. She then pulled the matching green top out and put it on over her shirt, and then picked up her jeans. Even from my distance, I could make out that they were clearly discolored. She put the jeans and panties into the back seat, and then got into the front passenger seat and took off with whoever was driving. Either this woman had a pretty bad spill mishap or, more likely, she had wet her pants in the car.
  7. if anyone read my desperation story on the other forum these are the videos that go with it. i honestly thought i was going to lose it on the way home. my crotch kept throbbing and i ended losing control in the driveway after i changed my pants not even 15 minutes later. sorry about the 4shared links for some reason trying to download bigger files on here just doesn't work. anyways, enjoy! car desperation: https://www.4shared.com/video/YKAjQW-fiq/20191126_191159.html wetting: https://www.4shared.com/video/IpyqzAGHea/20191126_193659.html
  8. Here is a pornhub video of a girl peeing her pants in a car. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d3672f623e26 PEEING HER PANTS IN THE CAR.mp4
  9. https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=sUzRTtGk6UI https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=GZrXj2Zgm8Q Two videos uploaded on YouTube today, both featuring girls desperate to pee on car rides. Don't think either of them are fetishists.
  10. View File Ukrainian Girls in Jeans Two Ukrainian Women wet their jeans in a van. Submitter maxomaxo2 Submitted 12/29/2019 Category Desperation Clothing
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    Two Ukrainian Women wet their jeans in a van.

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  12. Two Girls Wetting in a Truck View File Submitter MM68063 Submitted 12/01/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans
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  14. View File Rental car wetting A young woman is wetting her jeans in the driver's seat of a car while talking to her passenger about how naughty she is. Submitter JensH2 Submitted 08/05/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans
  15. "It's been such a long week..." I said quietly to myself as I walked to my car. After 14 hours, nothing sounded better than getting home. Especially with the weekend off for the first time in months. I unlocked the car and quickly hopped in. I felt a slight twinge in abdomen. I needed to pee. But it definitely wasn't a worry of mine right now. I just wanted to get home.I slammed my car into gear a sped away. I had a very strong urge to stop for a drink to relieve my stress. So I did. About 5 minutes away from work is a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that serves amazing frozen cola slushes. I grabbed one and returned to my car. I hopped back in. I fet the urge to pee a little stronger this time but I wasn't concerned. It was nearly 9 PM and there shouldn't be anything slowing me down this evening. I kicked my flats off to the side and turned the radio on. I was just trying to relax and take my mind off the horrible week at work. I was jamming to some music and dancing along with the rhythm when it hit me. I was starting to have to pee. I was still about 20 minutes away from home and I really didn't want to stop. So I kept driving. 15 Minutes away... My urge to relieve myself was growing at alarming rate. But I was confident I could make it home no problem. I was still jamming out and singing along to my favorite artists, but now there was a pressure building right below my seat belt. I considered taking it off, but I didn't want to risk getting stopped. The cop would probably try to hit on me, or try to find a reason to give me a ticket, and I really didn't want that to happen. The urge kept building though. I nudged my legs together and wriggled a little bit to try to make the discomfort go away. It worked for the time being. I kept trying to think what was making me have to pee like this. I didn't remember drinking anything out the ordinary. I didn't drink anything of a large quantity quickly or anything like that. I was dumbfounded. 10 Minutes away... I passed the final gas station between my house and where I was. I knew I'd be fine. Or that's what I thought anyways. I was still trying to figure out what was making me have to pee this badly so quick. Then it hit me, I drank a energy drink about an hour before leaving! I had forgotten about that! The caffeine must be hitting me full force! I sighed. "Fuck." I knew with the caffeine I was playing a dangerous game. It always had a way of making me need to pee really badly out of nowhere, especially when I was hydrated. Which I was, thanks to my new diet. The urge wasn't going away no matter what I did to try to stem it. 7 Minutes away... A wave of adrenaline hit me. I had to pee NOW! I could feel the coke slush slamming my bladder now. My mind was racing. Should I turn around? Should I press on? Should I pull over at the park a few minutes away and use the bathroom there? "Fuck fuck fuck fuck I gotta pee I gotta pee...FUCK!" I exclaimed loudly to myself. Thankfully, I wasn't wearing anything hat would make this worse. A Black business casual dress with black leggings and black underwear. I felt a cold chill run over me. I shivered for a second. "no no no no!" I shouted in my head. 4 Minutes away... I was wriggling in my seat, fighting off sweat and cold chills. My bladder screamed for relief. I was so close. I knew I could make it. I had to use very muscle in my very fatigued body to contain this. I told myself, "Just another mile! You can do it Sam!" Seconds felt eternal. I couldn't stop moving. My right hand was glued to crotch in a very fugal attempt to hold back the flood trying to escape. I was driving like a maniac at this point. I just needed to make it to the driveway. Then I could hide behind my car and go pee. At this point, I could feel spurts escape between my middle and index fingers. I was gonna lose... HOME "Finally!!! Dear god I've never had to go this bad!!" I said myself. I quickly threw my car in park. Both Hands were glued to my crotch trying to prevent a disaster from happening in my brand new car. There was already a few drops on the lather seat but I was determined to not let there be anymore. I removed my left hand, and reached to open the door. I was tearing up I had to go so bad. I used what little strength I had left and threw the door open. Of course it was too much and bounced back shut. I tried again but softer this time. It held open. I took a very deep breathe, and quickly tried to hop out of the car. I felt the urge sub side for a moment. It gave me a much needed boost of confidence. I decided I would try to make a run for the toilet. I quickly walked to the door. I fumbled with my keys for a minute while I attempted to hold back the flood. I was trying my hardest to not do a pee-pee dance as I was worried my creepy neighbor would see. I was doubled over, hand glued still, trying to find my key. "oh FUCK!!" I screamed to myself. I felt some pee escape. I dropped my keys in the shock. I tried to bend over and get them. But another jolt of pee shot out. I looked to my bush to my left. It was lower then the porch by a foot or two. I made a decision to save my dress from the pee escaping. I stood up and darted behind the bush. There was no hope of holding it long enough to pop a squat. Instead, I pulled my dress about my waist and flooded the bushes. My poor flats...drenched. But at that moment, I didn't care about a single thing. The relief was orgasmic. After about three minutes, I stopped. I looked down at my legs. I could see the moonlight shimmering off of my leggings. My flats were completely filled. The pee was just sitting in my flats. Like a pond. I released my dress and hoped no pee would get on it. I took one shoe off at a time to empty them. I slowly walked around to the porch, picked up my keys, and went inside. My body was aching. I hadn't had a true accident like that in several years. Sure, I had many close calls. But. But that was a true accident caused by yours truly. I walked to bathroom, legs still dripping with pee. I took off my dress and hung it onto a hanger so I could inspect the damage to it. The back of it had a few ting spots from the spurting, and the brim was wet from touching my soaked butt and legs. I climbed into the shower still clothed from the waist down, and turned it on high. I stood there for a second letting the water run threw my hair and down my body. I let my leggings get fully soaked. After a few minutes of the relaxation, I took get out of the shower and changed it to a warm bath. I walked into the kitchen and fixed myself some wine and went back to bath tub. I was going to enjoy this warm soak like I had planned all day, except now I had a reason to enjoy it even more. I really hope you all enjoyed this! I spent as much time trying to be descriptive and recall as many details as I could! This happened to me the past Friday and it most certainly was not planned. My first true accident in several years. Thanks so much!! Sammi
  16. Gave my mum a ticket for an Ed Sheeran open air concert for her 50th birthday this year. It was going to be her first real concert since the 80s and she was super looking forward to it. On the day of the concert she dressed up even more than usual, tight jeans, white blouse, nice handbag and lots of makeup. It felt like the mother-son-date that the gift was supposed to be. As some of my friends (two guys, one girl) were going there by car, I asked them to join with my mum. So we carpooled to the concert venue with five people in my friend's new BMW 3-series and everything went astonishingly smooth, although parking space was already rare and the venue very crowded. My mum and I then separated from my friends at the concert venue. The supporting acts were great already, my mum and I had two beers each and really enjoyed the vibe of the event. My mum then said that she has to go to the toilet before Ed Sheeran comes on stage, so we went in the direction of the portapotties which were lined up to both sides of the stage. However, there were far to little of them. With about 90,000 thousand people in the venue, there were so many people in front of the toilets that you could not even see where a line would start or end. My mum was a little shocked about the situation, but she decided that she could hold it, so we went back to our original space and soon after, Ed Sheeran hit the stage. He then played for the next two hours and it really was a fantastic performance and magic night, especially for my mum. Totally worth the price and a little hassle. However, as soon as the concert ended, my mum was obviously reminded by her bladder because she grabbed my arm and I could see that she had crossed her legs tightly. When we slowly made our way to the exit, she crossed her legs every time we stood still and seemed a little nervous and agitated. Once we got closer to the toilet area, she said "Sorry, but I would really like to go the bathroom now...". I also had to go, but was not keen on waiting in line, so I decided I could hold it until home. Besides, my friends and I had agreed to meet at the car park as soon as possible after the concert. I told my mum that she could go, but we should hurry up afterwards to catch my friends. Once we got closer to the portapotties, it became obvious that the lines were even longer than earlier. "Please, I would really like to go..." , my mum said, so we waited. However, after about 10 minutes and some leg-crossing and pee-dancing by my mum, we had only made it about five metres in line and reaching the toilets would have taken at least another 20-30 minutes. I therefore convinced my mum to head to the car park as there might be another option to go. It took us another 15 minutes to get there, but there were no more toilets and also no bushes. My mum bent over a few times and looked a little unhappy about the situation now, but as my friends were already impatiently waiting at the car, we all jumped in and drove off. Tim was driving, next to him his girlfriend Anna, I was sitting in the middle, Chris to my right and my mum to my left. Space was tight, but as the drive was usually no longer than half an hour it was okay. It took us way longer than expected to even make it out of the car park. My mum obviously really had to go to the bathroom. We talked about the fantastic concert and when somebody asked my mum something, her answers were really short and strained. She constantly rubbed her right leg on mine, tapped her feet and pressed her legs together. Although she tried to hide her need from the others, it was quite obvious to me sitting right next to her, so I thought we might have to stop somewhere at a gas station for her, but she would tell us if necessary. Once on the highway, I could see that my mum discreetely opened the upper button of her jeans which led to her the top of her white panties. A little later she twice grabbed the inside of her upper legs quite hard and it was obvious to me that she was really desperate. When we left the highway and only had about 10 minutes until we were home my mum whispered in my ear and begged me to leave the car a little earlier and walk the rest of the way. I then told Tim the driver that he could drop us off at a crossing about 5min from our place. We caught several red lights and suddenly when we stopped at one of them, my mum seemed to shiver and both of her hands shot to her crotch. I decided that this was getting embarrassing and we should really get off the car. My mum seemed to have the same intentions and loosened her seatbelt with one hand and was about to get out of the car just when the light turned green and Tim started driving again. My mum didn't say anything, but she now had a terrified expression on her face. A few seconds later, maybe about a mile from home, I felt something wet on my left leg... The next moment my mum was shivering again and although she had one hand in her crotch I could see that there was pee flowing from her jeans onto the seat. I could not believe my eyes and just said something like: "Mum, what the fuck...!?". Now all others in the car also realized that there must be an issue and the first to catch on was Tim's girlfriend when she looked to us in the back. She first thought that my mum had spilled something, but my mum was beet red in the face and still spurting in her jeans somehow as I could still feel the seat getting wetter and wetter. Before we finally reached our destination I said: "I don't know what happened, but I think my mum just peed her pants..." I was still shocked and could not believe what I had just said. Everybody else first thought it was a joke, but once they looked at my mum, they realized I wasn't joking and now everybody else was shocked, too and they didn't know what to say. Before we got off, my mum said "I'm so sorry" and "I'll pay for this, of course" while almost crying. When we got off, I saw that her seat was totally wet and she had peed so much that it even got on my side and my jeans as well. My friends drove off and I stood there with my mum in the middle of our suburb, her tight jeans on the butt and upper part fully covered in urine and we now had to walk home like this. My mum seemed so embarrassed and did not say one word. I honestly have never seen something like this and have no idea how this could happen to a grown adult like her. Most embarrassing that all my friends also know about it now. Reminded me of another time about 15 years ago when my mum must have sharted on her way home from work and had accidently left her grey thong with a major poop stain in the sink to rinse while my friend from school and I walked into the bathroom to wash our hands.
  17. This is a true experience that took place a couple of years ago, when I had just started my very first job after graduating university. I was assigned to a major project being run in the company’s UK head office, which was around a 2 hour drive from where I lived, but could take longer depending on traffic. On my first day on the project I woke up early at 5am, used the bathroom and had a shower, wanting to set off early to avoid being caught in the morning rush hour traffic. Wanting to impress my new work colleagues I decided to dress professionally, in a light blue fitted shirt (sleeves rolled up because it was a warm day), slim fit grey suit trousers, black CK boxers, black socks and a pair of smart black shoes. I was quite tired after getting up so early, so I drank two very large mugs of tea to help wake me up. I had a little bit of preparation work to do before leaving and was quite thirsty, so as well as the tea I ended up drinking a couple of large pint glasses of water as I worked (around 1 litre in total). I left my house a short time after 7am, a bit later than I planned to, and not long after setting off I wished I'd had one last pee before leaving because I could feel my bladder starting to fill up after all the tea and water I’d drank earlier. After around half an hour in the car I was making steady progress, but now had to fidget around a bit in my seat as I was really starting to need a piss quite urgently, my bladder rapidly becoming fuller, firmer and more uncomfortable as the minutes passed. After another half an hour I started to hit really bad morning rush hour traffic as I reached the outskirts of the town where the head office was located, and by this point I was absolutely dying to go for a piss, desperately hoping I would find somewhere convenient to stop so I could run to the gents and relieve myself. I squirmed in my seat and tapped my thigh as the traffic crawled along, occasionally reaching down to squeeze myself through my trousers as I looked around desperately for somewhere suitable to stop. After a few minutes crawling along in slow moving traffic I saw a petrol station up ahead and decided to pull in and take an urgently-needed toilet break. I parked up and hurried inside, quickly looked around but couldn’t find the toilets anywhere. I asked the woman on the till, who told me apologetically that they didn’t have any toilets for customers. I tried to hide my disappointment as I bobbed on the spot and stepped from foot to foot, asking her if she would possibly let me use the staff toilet really quickly. Although she was very sympathetic (I think she could tell that I was bursting to go), she explained that she wasn’t allowed to let customers through to the staff room where the staff toilet was located. I said that was fair enough and thanked her anyway, and she gave me a sympathetic look and said "I’m really sorry, hope you find somewhere". I returned to my car and gave myself another squeeze through my trousers, leaning forward and moaning under my breath, then set off again towards the office. After another half an hour or so spent sitting in agonisingly slow stop-start traffic, squirming and bending forwards in my seat, jiggling my thighs, fanning them in and out and squeezing my cock tightly with one hand as I worked the pedals, I was now really close to the office. I still hadn’t found anywhere to stop and use the gents, and by this point I was so incredibly desperate to urinate that I was in real danger of completely soaking my trousers and car seat if I didn’t find somewhere to relieve myself very, very soon. The problem was that my sat nav had directed me to a quiet residential street and told me that I had reached my destination, but I could see no sign of the back entrance to the office car park that I was looking for. I pulled over and looked at my phone to try and find the correct route, bouncing my legs frantically and holding myself with my other hand. “Oh God I need a piss” I muttered to myself as I checked my phone, which also seemed to indicate that I was very close to the entrance. I sighed in frustration and got out of the car, and just for a second I was seriously considering relieving myself quickly against one of my wheels, or into a clump of nearby bushes, just for a few seconds to release a tiny amount of the relentless pressure on my bladder, but there were far too many houses around and I was worried about being seen. As discreetly as I could, I undid the clasp of my trousers and pulled down the zip slightly, trying to give my very full bladder a bit more room. I walked up the road, trying not to jolt my bladder around too much, hoping to find the entrance to the car park (or somewhere discreet enough for a very quick pee), but I couldn’t see it anywhere. I went back to my car, standing facing the door as I looked for a different address for the office on my phone, crossing my legs and reaching down to give my cock a nice, hard squeeze for a few seconds through my trousers. "Ohh I really need to go" I sighed to myself. I was really, really tempted to pull down my zipper just a little bit more and relieve myself discretely for a moment against one of the tyres on my car, just a quick spurt of pee, but I noticed somebody walking in my direction from further up the road, and I was sure that she would see me. I had found the address for the main entrance to the office so I got back into the car and put this into my sat nav, which told me that the office was located at the far end of a nearby business park. I sighed in frustration, squeezed myself again and set off quickly, hoping to get there before I soaked my car seat (and my suit trousers) with a waterfall of piss. It was now just after 9am and the traffic at this time was really bad, so it was another 15 or 20 minutes before I eventually battled through queues of cars to find the entrance to the business park and drive as quickly as possible to find the office. Eventually I saw the office building up ahead and found the main car park entrance, and I joined the queue of around 4 cars waiting to get through the security barrier. As I pulled up to the back of the queue and concentrated on remembering my employee ID number, I felt a few drops of pee dribble out into my boxers. I swore and immediately reached down to hold myself, loosening my seatbelt which was tight across my rock solid bladder. "Oh come on, come on, come on I need a PISS"’ I moaned out loud, leaning forwards in my seat and unzipping my trousers further before squeezing myself hard, tapping my thigh in frustration with my other hand. My boxers felt damp against my penis and I knew that I didn’t have much longer before I lost control. It took another couple of precious minutes to get through the barrier and find a parking space. With every short delay, I was getting closer and closer to losing control of my bladder and soaking myself. I had to tense my thighs and grit my teeth as my car went over the speed bumps in the car park, making me moan out loud as my full-to-the-brim bladder was jolted and shaken around. By the time I had finally parked up I had lost another few dribbles of pee into my already damp boxers. "Fuck I’m gonna piss myself" I moaned under my breath, holding and squeezing with one hand as I shut the engine off. Relief was so close now, I just had to hang on for a few more frantic minutes until I’d made it across the car park, signed in at the reception desk and then found the nearest toilet. I stepped out of the car and jiggled on the spot as I zipped up my trousers and re-fastened the clasp, sucking in air through my teeth as my bulging bladder was pressed snugly and firmly against the waistband. I was so, so incredibly desperate to piss, absolutely frantic to relieve myself. The urge to relax my muscles and piss into my trousers right there next to my car was almost unbearable. Again, I was seriously considering trying to pee discretely next to my car, just for a couple of seconds to relieve some of the agonising pressure, but as soon as I started to loosen my zip a woman pulled into a parking space very close by. I blushed, turning towards my car and opening the passenger door to grab my laptop bag, quickly zipping my trousers back up. She smiled at me and we exchanged a friendly "Good morning!" as she walked past, her high heels clicking on the ground. It was no good, there were too many people around and far too risky to try and piss where I was, I had no choice but to clamp my muscles tightly and last for just a few more minutes. I walked into the office as quickly as possible without jiggling my bladder too much, desperately trying not to wet myself. As I walked, I felt a leak of piss dribble into my boxers then slowly trickle down one of my thighs. I reached down and squeezed myself again before quickly letting go. "Come on, come on, not long now, just hold on" I thought to myself, willing my bladder to contain the ocean of piss inside until I found a toilet. I glanced down, but despite all the leaks I didn’t notice a wet spot on my grey suit trousers. Entering through the doors, I looked around the huge reception area, impressed at the size and architecture of the building but also disappointed that I couldn’t see a toilet. I hoped I’d be able to find one further inside after I’d signed in. There were two receptionists sitting at the large round wooden desk, one of them was talking to the woman who I’d just seen in the car park, and the other receptionist was free. Lucky really, there was absolutely no way that I could possibly stand still and wait in a queue at reception even for a couple of minutes without losing the battle with my bladder. I walked over to the receptionist, a very friendly and attractive blonde lady in her 30s, and told her my name, explaining where I was normally based and why I was visiting the office, trying to keep my voice steady and not dance around on the spot too much. I showed her my work ID card and she handed me a form to collect some details. I jiggled up and down a bit as I wrote down my information, stepping from foot to foot and occasionally crossing my legs while bobbing on the spot, squeezing my thighs together. I absolutely could not stand still anymore and the only thing on my mind was reaching a toilet before I wet myself. It was probably really obvious to anyone looking at me that I was bursting for a pee but I was almost past caring at that point. I just really, really, really needed to find the gents before I had a very embarrassing accident and made a puddle in the reception area. As I finished writing my car registration number down on the form I lost control again just for a moment, a longer spurt this time, with more dribbles of warm piss escaping my bladder and trickling gradually down my leg towards my sock. I sighed quietly under my breath and placed the completed form and pen down on the reception desk, bending forwards slightly and pressing my clenched fist against my crotch just for a moment before straightening up and stepping from foot to foot again. I couldn’t believe that I was starting to wet myself in the lobby of head office, right there in front of the receptionist. I glanced at my watch. It was now almost 9:30am. I crossed my legs again and bent forwards slightly, placing my hand in my pocket to hold my leaking cock. I thought back to when I had last pissed, at 5am that morning, which was really only a few hours ago but felt like absolutely ages. My boxers felt soaking wet with pee and I was sure that a small wet spot must have appeared on my trousers, but I didn’t dare look. The receptionist glanced up and took the finished form, thanked me and asked me to hold on a moment while she activated my visitor’s pass, which would allow me to get into the main office area. She asked me if I’d had a long drive, and I nodded. “Yeah, just under two and a half hours, traffic was a nightmare” I said breathlessly as I shifted my weight from foot to foot, still holding myself through my pocket, trying (and failing) not to let on that I was about to piss myself in front of her. She laughed and told me “Oh it's always bad on that route, there’s not really anywhere to stop for a loo break either” she said, giving me a knowing smile. I blushed, wondering if she’d noticed how badly I needed to pee. I had to wait for a few more vital seconds as she finished activating my pass on her computer, expecting to lose control at any moment, squeezing my soaking wet cock as hard as I could through my pocket. My muscles felt weak, fatigued by holding a painfully full bladder for so long, and I actually couldn’t believe I was still holding on. I had never been so close to wetting myself in public before, but was determined to hold out until I’d finally reached a toilet. Relief was so, so close now. "All done, here’s your pass, do you want me to call someone to collect you?" she asked, smiling at me as she held out the visitor’s pass. "No that’s OK thanks, I’ll find the way" I said quickly. The last thing I wanted was for my new colleagues to see me in this state, desperate to piss and with soon to be soaking wet trousers. She smiled at me and said "OK!", and I thanked her and began to turn around and head for the doors to the main office before turning back quickly, my cheeks already blushing at what I was about to ask. "Actually, sorry, erm, where abouts are the toilets?" I asked shyly, keeping my voice quiet, jiggling on the spot. She smiled at me again and replied "Use your pass to go through the revolving doors over there on the left hand side, go through another set of doors which again you’ll need to use your pass to get through, then go through the door immediately to your left after that second set of doors and you’ll see a long corridor, then you’ll find the toilets at the very far end on the left hand side. There’s also more upstairs on the upper floors" she said quickly, clearly well rehearsed in instructing visitors where to find the toilets. Then, noticing my slight hesitation (I’d already forgotten half the steps, far too desperate to concentrate) she asked "Would you like me to show you the way?" "Yeah, please, thank you so much" I said gratefully, yet again having to cross my legs and bob on the spot, bending forwards slightly. She turned to the other receptionist, who was in the middle of signing in the woman I’d said Good Morning to."Back in a sec, I’m just leaving the desk for a moment so I can show this young man where the toilets are" she said, and the other receptionist laughed and said OK, glancing at me and smiling, as did the woman she was signing in. My cheeks went even redder as by now it was probably fairly obvious to everybody in the reception area that I was absolutely bursting for the toilet, but I just couldn't hide it. If I tried to stand still or stop fidgeting around I'd almost certainly piss myself, which would obviously be far more embarrassing. The receptionist left the desk and we walked quickly towards the doors, her heels tapping sharply on the wooden floors. I think she sensed my urgency and didn’t want to delay me any further. She showed me how to swipe my pass to get through the revolving security doors, and then took me through the second set of doors."‘Just down here, walk all the way to the end and you'll see the door to the gents on your left hand side" she said politely as she opened yet another door, leading to a long, quiet corridor. I thanked her breathlessly as I stepped through the door, another dribble of wee escaping into my boxers, barely holding onto my bladder now that relief was only moments away. "You’re welcome" she said warmly, smiling at me again before turning to head back to reception. I rushed down the long corridor towards the toilets, walking so quickly that I was almost jogging, reaching down to hold myself again as I felt another long spurt of piss teasing its way down my leg, shortly followed by another. "Fuck I’m pissing, I can’t hold it, it’s coming out" I moaned softly, and as I closed in on the door to the gents I started to unbuckle my belt and open the clasp of my waistband in fierce anticipation. I slammed the door open, another long leak trickling into my very wet boxers, and was pleased to see that nobody else was in there. There was a single toilet cubicle directly in front of me, a sink to my left and a single urinal on the wall at the back. Not breaking stride, I strode into the cubicle, my belt already unbuckled and the waistband of my trousers opened, and turned around to slam the door closed behind me. I bounced frantically as I fiddled with the lock, feeling yet another jet of piss burst out into my boxers and dribble warmly down my thighs, before whipping round and struggling to unzip my trousers. In my haste, the zip had got caught in the material, so I had to slowly ease it free before unzipping them the rest of the way. As I fiddled around desperately with the zip, standing there bouncing in desperation right in front of the toilet, I swore under my breath as I felt my muscles finally give up the fight against the ocean inside me. I started peeing forcefully into my boxers, unable to hold back for a moment longer, and a couple of seconds later I finally managed to unzip myself and hurriedly pull out my cock which was still peeing freely, accidentally spraying piss all around the toilet before pointing my stream down into the water. The sound of my wee splashing forcefully against the water immediately filled the small bathroom, and my bladder was so painfully full that it took a good few seconds of very forceful pissing before I eventually started to feel like I was emptying it. I moaned out loud as I noisily relieved my bursting, bulging, throbbing bladder, my strong stream going on and on with no signs of slowing down, and the feeling of releasing the pressure was just so good. I had been absolutely aching and longing to piss for hours and I couldn’t quite believe that I had made it without completely wetting myself. I hadn’t made it completely dry though, as even as the piss continued to stream out of me with force into the water below, I could feel how soaked my boxers were against my skin and how damp the legs of my trousers had become. I could actually feel trickles of warm pee still moving down my legs and slowly soaking into my socks. I’m sure I was pissing hard for over a minute before I felt my stream eventually lose some pressure, continuing for another minute or so into a slow trickle. I pushed out a few more final spurts and sighed loudly as I finally finished my massive pee. Relief! The feeling was almost too good to put into words. I looked down to check my boxers and trousers. The entire front of my boxers was completely drenched, absolutely sopping wet with piss. Thankfully though, my trousers weren’t too bad. There was a small damp patch just visible on the crotch, a only a couple of noticeable darker streaks on my inner thighs. Thankfully my boxers had done a very good job of absorbing most of the leaks and spurts, and I was glad that I had chosen to wear darker grey suit trousers rather than a lighter shade. I used toilet paper to dab my boxers and trousers dry as best I could, then a few more minutes using the powerful hand dryer by the sink, standing on my tiptoes so that the hot air reached my crotch (listening carefully for any footsteps coming down the corridor). Luckily nobody else came in, and despite my boxers still feeling damp and a very faint darker patch just about visible on the crotch of my trousers, I managed to get myself pretty much dry. Just before I left the bathroom I noticed that I actually really needed to piss again, so I relieved myself into the urinal. I was peeing for a surprisingly long time and I wondered if my bladder had been so full earlier that I hadn’t been able to empty it completely. Eventually, I washed and dried my hands and left the bathroom, my bladder still aching slightly from holding so much, but happy and relieved that I had just about managed to avoid a very public wetting accident at work.
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  19. They say when you like someone, you want to spend every second with them. I’m not entirely sure how accurate that is, but I don’t remember being quite as excited as I was when Levi agreed to come over after school. He’d been new this week and I don’t know if he likes hanging out with me, or if having new friends just sounds appealing to him, but I do know that I sure do like him. I mean, how could I not? He’s practically the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen, what with his feminine build, slim waist and he’s downright tiny in height for a boy. He’s got longer black hair that’s constantly either in his light blue eyes or stuck off to the side with one of his sister’s bobby pins. His nose is what my mom likes to call ‘fairy – like’ due to how small it is in contrast to the rest of his face and he has freckles dusted under his eyes and along the bridge of his nose. Levi’s worn nothing but ripped, colored jeans and a t-shirt with some rock band’s logo on it all week and today was no exception. Today his jeans are light blue, and the band is Paramore. The jeans are the same color as the bus seats we’re sitting on and his small legs nearly blend into the design. He has his head leaning against the back of the seat his eyelids are drooping; I vaguely remember a conversation we had earlier in the week about how much he loves long car rides because they sooth his insomnia and help him sleep. “You can sleep, you know,” I tell him, “My bus stop’s the lost one and it’s nearly an hour away. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” “Okay,” he says softly, before shifting so he can rest his head against my shoulder. Smiling, I put my headphone back in and turn back to the short story I have to finish for school. Levi and I attend a performing arts high school. I’m a literary arts major, and Levi’s a musical theater major. He’d auditioned a bit late, but because it’s his senior year and his last chance at getting in, they’d let him, while I’ve been attending since seventh grade, which is the first year you can attend. The bus hits a bump in the road and Levi sits up quickly. “You okay?” I ask, pulling out a headphone again. Letting out a long breath through his grit teeth, he nods solemnly. Shrugging, I put the headphone back in and Levi assumes the position he was in seconds before. I don’t think much about it until the bus jerks to a stop to let the third stop off. Levi’s face scrunches up and his nails dig into his kneecaps. I nudge him gently with my elbow and he looks up at me sleepily. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Nothing,” he mutters, before closing his eyes again. “It’s obviously not nothing,” I say, gesturing the way he’s squirming his legs. He groans and crosses his ankles. “I just really have to pee, okay?” he whispers, leaning close to me so no one else can hear him, “I forgot that your bus ride is twice as long as mine.” And yeah, that makes sense; he had guzzled away two water bottles during P.E. He’s only the art student I’ve come across that put his all into the sports we played here, despite just how bad and uncoordinated he is. The bus hits another bump and his hands fly to his lap before he remembers where he is. He looks away from me quickly, blushing. “Do you think you’ll make it?” I ask, eying the way his foot keeps tapping against the floor. I can’t tell if he’s just suddenly getting desperate, or if the confession made him feel less obligated to hide just how much he has to go. “How much longer?” I check the time on my iPod. “’Little under half an hour,” I tell him. “Pray for me,” he says, and I take that as a ‘no.’ I twist my body to look behind us. The back of the bus is nearly empty now that the biggest stop has been dropped off. “The back is almost empty,” I murmur, leaning in just as close as he had been to me seconds before, “I have a towel in my gym bag. If worst comes to worst, you can piss in that.” He looks at me with a look of disgust before squeaking and going rigid. He squeezes his thighs together tightly for a few seconds before relaxing the slightest bit, but still quite obviously on guard. “Did you just leak?” I ask, strangely excited by the idea of it. “Shut up,” he tries to hiss, but it sounds much more like a whine, “Let’s just get to the back. Please.” I nod and lean forward. “I’ll grab your stuff for you,” I say, noticing the way that leaning over only squishes his bladder against his thighs. “Thank you,” he says, getting up. He grips the back of the bus seat in front of us with his face scrunched up for a few seconds before moving to the back. I slip both of our book bags onto one shoulder and use my other arm for my laptop and P.E. bag. I move to the back where Levi is now sitting, squirming his legs around and biting his bottom lip so hard it’s bleeding the tiniest bit. “Jesus,” I mutter, sitting down next to him, “You must really have to go.” “I’m bursting,” he agrees. I place our stuff on the floor and quickly open my gym bag. “Hurry, please, Alex,” he begs, trying to unbutton his pants. I nod and pull the old Pokémon towel out of my bag. I hand it over to Levi, who leaks a bit in anticipation. Blushing, he jams the towel into his crotch. The back is only filled by a sleeping blond girl that’s sprawled out on the seat diagonal from us, but I lift my knees to block the view of Levi’s actions just in case. I don’t mean to look, but it’s practically hypnotizing to watch the way the towel goes from being blue to a shade darker as Levi wets. He moans a bit in relief and his eyelids flutter. While the rest of him relaxes, his hands quickly grab as much of the towel as they can and push it closer to him. I glance at his boxers that are now resting around his knees and find that he had indeed leaked when I thought he had. The material is obviously wet, and so are the inside of his jeans, though it wasn’t enough to leak through the front. His thighs are a bit wet as well. The towel starts darkening more rapidly and Levi glances at me from the corner of his eyes. “Don’t look,” he whines. So, I turn away and watch the blonde girl’s chest rise and fall instead. A few seconds later, Levi taps my shoulder. “What do I do with this?” he squeaks, cheeks bright red. I open my gym bag and he looks at me for permission before setting it in. “This is embarrassing,” he whispers, inspecting his wet boxers before pulling them back on with a grimace. I stay silent, not really sure what to say to relieve him of his embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he says after taking a few deep breathes and pulling his jeans back up, “I don’t normally go at school because I shy bladder – the only reason I could go now is because I was going uncontrollably, I tried to stop it, I really did, I’m so sorry - and public restrooms are just disgusting in genial, and I always have to go when I’m nervous and I’m always nervous when I go to someone’s house for the first time and I forgot that your bus ride is longer and I should’ve went when I had the chance and –“ “Levi!” I practically yell, and he flinches, “it’s totally cool, dude. It happens to the best of us.” He smiles a bit and nods, though his cheeks are still bright red. “Um,” he says, rubbing his arm self-consciously, “Normally when I hold it that long I have to go pretty quickly again soon. Do you happen to have another towel?” Laughing, I shake my head. “No, but I have an empty bottle,” I say, snatching it off of the side of my gym bag. “Okay,” Levi says, taking it with a small smile.
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    Bella Rouge pees her jeans in the car. She does put down a towel, but it is very thin. The seat receives a good soaking. It's a shame the towel is never lifted up so that we could see the stain on the seat. In the 2nd half of the video she plays with her feet.

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    I apologize for not remembering what is the actual title of this video... But I find that these are very good scenarios of female desperation especially when they are caught in traffic jams. Although it's not panties / jeans wetting but i think it's good enough for some individuals like me :D Japan is quite an amazing country, they even have portable / foldable pee bags which will dry up almost immediately after use. Enjoy the videos ! P.S.: Do let me know if you find these videos are good for you. Cos if not i won't post such category again. Thanks ! :)

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  22. A user on VK uploaded this video. A cute girl talks about how she had to pee her pants in her car during a snow storm. There are also short clips of that day's events interjected. The video probably originated on Youtube or a similar platform. Sorry if it's a repost as I generally don't go for videos like these. [360] I PIS_ED MY PANTS IN MY CAR[360, Mp4].mp4
  23. Hello! I haven’t been active on this site in awhile (I have cycles where I go in this site everyday, and where I go in this site once a month, I’m currently at the latter) but I’m excited to here we have a lot of new people since tumblr decided to commit financial suicide. A bit about me: I’ve been here a long time, but I don’t contribute much, as I’m more of an artist in theatre rather than writing/drawing. But, I had a very interesting experience, which was almost a dream of mine. (Warning, this story probably won’t get you off, but I really just needed to share it) Today, one of my closest (and most beautiful) friends Kate, asked me if I wanted to go with her to a fancy healthy resturaunt at a local college (15ish minutes from our High School). I tell her that my sister is gonna pick us up at the highschool, and then I’d take the wheel and drop my sister off at my house, and it would just be the two of us. So, the final bell rings at 2:30, and we go outside to get picked up by my sister. It’s lightly snowing, it’s very cold, and Kate’s wearing a plaid *short* skirt and a brown sweater. Some backstory on Kate: She’s a bubbly, cute, hot, adorable theatre geek with an angel’s voice. Dirty blonde hair, bigger than average chest, nice ass, and the most upsettingly attractive personality I know. Totally out of my league, but as a fellow theatre kid they are obliged to be my friend. I had a crush on her 2 years ago, which got me rejected. I relapsed and liked her again recently, and asked if there was something, and got another no. So, sadly, I will never get to have a romantic relationship, but we are extremely close friends. I drop my sister off at my house around 3:10ish, and then head to Dunkin Donuts, as my other friend asked for a coffee. So, I pull in the drive through and we wait. A while. We sit behind one car, who is currently ordering, which takes probably like 5 minutes. Then, finally, the car ahead of us pulls through, and we pull up. We wait for about two minutes, and then we here “we’ll be with you in a moment.” We proceed to wait, at least, another 5 minutes, before Kate proposes “Why don’t we just go in, I have to pee anyways.” Now this immediately sets off alarms in my head, as my extremely hot pseudo-crush has just announced to me that she has to pee, and bad enough to need to go now (she’s nowhere near shy, but she’s very polite and accommodating). So I pull out, we walk in, and I get in line to order. There’s only one or two people in front of me, and I am estatic when I see Kate come back from the bathroom after 30 seconds and say “somebody’s in there.” Whether her constant movement was her desperation or ADHD is anybody’s guess. Then a scruffy looking fella goes into the guys bathroom and Kate whispers to me “that’s just not fair.” 3 minutes later, she checks again, and then says to me “I can’t tell if someone’s in there or it’s locked.” So, I finally get up to order, and after I order, Kate asks the employee if the girls room is unlocked. The lady behind the counter tells her it is locked, and that she can go in the guys bathroom. Kate, reluctantly, agrees to the solution. We wait, and she apologetically says to me “I’d wait till the college if I could, but I really can’t.” Now the college is 15-20 minutes away from me, so I realize this is much more urgent than I previously thought. After a couple more minutes, she says, “Whatever let’s just go to the college.” I politely offer to stop along the way and whatnot, and she strainingly replies that she’ll be okay. And what is my luck, that we hit traffic along the way. Most of the ride is taken up by bumper to bumper traffic. Unfortunately (or fortunately) she did not seem to be squirming or grabbing herself, (but if she did I might’ve crashed due to distraction). Anyways, finally after 40 minutes, we finally make it to the college. We are parked in a parking garage, and the restaurant is about 2-3 blocks away. After about 10 second after the car, she exclaims “Shit I dripped.” I (partially confused by the word drip, and partially confused by what she meant by it) say “What?” She replies “I just dripped a bit.” And I get the idea. So immediately my mind is racing, mostly “oh my fucking god the hottest girl I know is leaking and telling me about it and there’s no bathroom for two blocks.” We start jogging to the restaurant, her jogging very stiff and frantic due to the cold and her bladder. And, unfortunately for me, she made it to the bathroom from there without any incident of my knowledge. I wish I could say I saw some evidence of partial wetting, or that she wet herself in my arms and I comforted her and kissed her, but this is real life. Regardless, this is the first time I have even heard a girl say she was leaking in real life, and god is it better than I ever imagined. I’m sorry if this wasn’t the best story, but it’s probably my most exciting one (excluding all the times my close cute friend has said “oh my fucking god I have to pee so fucking bad I’m literally gonna piss myself” to me as she continues to sit mostly still). Thanks for reading!
  24. I was at a friend's for hours drinking water and pop and didn't want to use their bathroom because I thought I could hold it until I got home but as I got in my car to leave I realized I was so desperate I couldn't drive. I wasn't about to go back in to use the bathroom and I wasn't going to get out of the car in the driveway so I simply sat there and peed my pants in the seat. It flooded the seat under me and soaked the crotch of my jeans. I had to drive home in the rapidly cooling wetness. I start peeing at like 0:50 but you cant really see it. VID_20180126_024840.mp4
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