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  1. View File Alice - A Glistening Pee In Tight Blue Jeans Watch me deliberately wet myself in my tight blue jeans twice In this HD video. I am out on a walk in nature, it's a beautiful sunny day and I'm surrounded by grass and little flowers. I had been walking for a while, I was really desperate to pee, and when we were nearly back to the car, I decided I wanted to be at one with nature and just stood still, put my legs together, and just went in my jeans and felt all that warmth flow down my legs and spread up the back of my jeans! They really glisten in the sunlight and you can see every drip as its quickly spreads down the back of my legs and butt! What a relief! You cant beat a nice deliberate wetting sometimes when your really desperate Later on after driving back towards home, we stopped off for shopping, then when I needed to pee again, I just emptied my bladder into them again right there on the seat whilst I played games on my phone. You can see the wet patch from earlier has partially dried on the front of my jeans from the sun, but now they are soaked again. I step outside and show off my wet spot and you can see a huge wet patch right across my butt! Theres nothing like a bit of fresh air, beautiful nature and sunshine for a little wet walk. Hope you enjoy Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 05/03/2020 Category Female  
  2. Watch me deliberately wet myself in my tight blue jeans twice In this HD video. I am out on a walk in nature, it's a beautiful sunny day and I'm surrounded by grass and little flowers. I had been walking for a while, I was really desperate to pee, and when we were nearly back to the car, I decided I wanted to be at one with nature and just stood still, put my legs together, and just went in my jeans and felt all that warmth flow down my legs and spread up the back of my jeans! They really glisten in the sunlight and you can see every drip as its quickly spreads down the back of my legs and butt! What a relief! You cant beat a nice deliberate wetting sometimes when your really desperate Later on after driving back towards home, we stopped off for shopping, then when I needed to pee again, I just emptied my bladder into them again right there on the seat whilst I played games on my phone. You can see the wet patch from earlier has partially dried on the front of my jeans from the sun, but now they are soaked again. I step outside and show off my wet spot and you can see a huge wet patch right across my butt! Theres nothing like a bit of fresh air, beautiful nature and sunshine for a little wet walk. Hope you enjoy

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  3. View File Alice - Red Leggings Naughty Public Wetting Watch in full HD as I pee my tight red absorbant leggings in public while casually walking down the street, letting out little dribbles of pee down my legs as I walk along. Then I get to a wooden bench and sit down facing the road as lots of cars drive past, and I pee some more on the bench right through my leggings in full view of a anyone driving past! It all runs down the underside of my legs and makes a puddle at my feet! It felt so naughty! Then I get up, letting you see the noticable wet patch and I then slowly walk towards the grass, and let a little more pee out in them facing the camera up close. Then watch me as I walk back to the car in my soaked, pissy pants! I really made a mess of them! They turn a really dark colour when they are wet too, and they soak it up so well! Then after spending an evening in the car in my wet leggings enjoying how naughty I had been, I decide to sit on my doorstep when we get back, have a smoke, and then deliberately wet myself again, and the video shows right up close between my legs as I pee freely into my already soaked leggings without a care in the world! Then I stand up and show off the wet patch on my butt, and then let the rest of my pee flow into them as i stand up! You can see it stream right through the leggings! I'm really enjoying experimenting with wetting myself in public lately, as it's a very new and kinky experience for me! Hope you enjoy! Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 04/28/2020 Category Female  
  4. Watch in full HD as I pee my tight red absorbant leggings in public while casually walking down the street, letting out little dribbles of pee down my legs as I walk along. Then I get to a wooden bench and sit down facing the road as lots of cars drive past, and I pee some more on the bench right through my leggings in full view of a anyone driving past! It all runs down the underside of my legs and makes a puddle at my feet! It felt so naughty! Then I get up, letting you see the noticable wet patch and I then slowly walk towards the grass, and let a little more pee out in them facing the camera up close. Then watch me as I walk back to the car in my soaked, pissy pants! I really made a mess of them! They turn a really dark colour when they are wet too, and they soak it up so well! Then after spending an evening in the car in my wet leggings enjoying how naughty I had been, I decide to sit on my doorstep when we get back, have a smoke, and then deliberately wet myself again, and the video shows right up close between my legs as I pee freely into my already soaked leggings without a care in the world! Then I stand up and show off the wet patch on my butt, and then let the rest of my pee flow into them as i stand up! You can see it stream right through the leggings! I'm really enjoying experimenting with wetting myself in public lately, as it's a very new and kinky experience for me! Hope you enjoy!

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  5. I usually wet my pants on purpose every few days. Feel free to view my profile and add me on snapchat if you'd like. Snapchat-998494579.mp4
  6. I have been posting here for a while now, but this is my first topic - so bear with me if I haven't got the tone right yet. I was moved to post this one when I replied to a post about wetting in public on purpose saying I had never done this intending to be spotted, then remembering that this wasn't strictly true. There was this one time when I was a student... I had discovered the joys of holding in my teens, and I promise I will write up some more memories soon. Going to university (early eighties) was the first chance I had to really indulge my fetish, and was the first time I discovered that I wasn't alone. It took a while but in my second year I bought some copies of Fiesta magazine after a pathetic delay building up the courage to go into a newsagent and take a copy from the top shelf and purchase it. I am sure my face was burning. Previously I had been passed on copies at school or found them discarded in lay-by's when out cycling, and knew the bits I liked were not the pictures as much as the readers letters. It didn't take long before I found letters talking about knicker wetting - at last, I wasn't alone! The first one I remember was headlined 'More Yellow Rivers' and told the story of a young woman who hadn't been able to hold it on the way home from the pub, and who had found the whole experience a terrific turn on, and was now a habitual wetter. So I began to experiment whenever I could get away with not being discovered. It was easier once I was living in digs rather than in halls, and this particular time was at the end of my second year. I had to drive up to Scotland for a field trip, very long drive and the chance to really see how long I could hold my pee in. As I recall I stopped overnight on the way up and it was on the second day that I really let myself go, driving through the most beautiful scenery as my need for the loo got more and more desperate. I was wearing brown corduroy trousers, and thick red cotton undoes, both nice and absorbent. As I meandered my way northwestwards through the highlands I was drinking water and getting more and ore desperate for the loo. There were lots of places I could have pulled over and gone into the bushes, but none that were really hidden, so I just kept going. As I crossed over from East to West and beyond Kinloch Laggan (where as a child I had messed my pants on a long trip to Skye), my need to pee became eve more painful. There's a petrol station in Spean Bridge - I can stop there, I thought. But that was a fair way off still and well before I got there I had started spurting small jets into my pants. Now I was getting aroused, and my mind was racing with self delusional fantasies. What if I walked into the shop/post office and found it staffed by a young woman around my age? What if she was into this too? Would she take me into the toilet and clean me up, or spank me, or have sex with me? I glanced down at my crotch - the pee was barely showing but I could feel the warm wetness around my balls. Dare I let more go? Could I stop it? Spean Bridge finally appeared in the distance. I swung into the parking area in front of what is now the Spar shop. I sat in the car looking down at my crotch daring myself to get out, and eventually I did. I wandered into the shop as casually as I could and started looking for lunch things to buy, simultaneously looking around to see if the girl of my dreams was indeed behind the counter. Of course she wasn't! There was a crusty old Scotsman, and nobody else. I adjusted my jacket to hide my shameful trousers (although I'm not sure anyone would really have noticed the wet patch, paid for my items and went on my way. I was so embarrassed I didn't even stop for the loo. It was a long haul up the Great Glen to the next stop at Fort Augustus. I wet some more on the way, but it had dried a little by the time I got there, so I suspect the appearance was much the same. Here I did stop at a garage, and I think I used the loo to at least tidy myself up a little, but I was still holding on. Eventually, on a very scenic part of the route, with rocky slopes to my right, and conifer forest to my left, as I breasted a rise I felt my bladder give up. I had to stop now before I ruined the car seat. A place to stop appeared on my left and I pulled in. No other cars there for now, and a stone wall divided the lay-by from the forest. I grabbed a change of undies and trousers and a towel from the back seat, and jumped across the wall, and into the trees. I leaned back against a large fir tree and let my piss flow - what a relief! Pee flooded my cords, dripping onto the pine needles at my feet. I was so turned on my cock was hard almost as soon as the piss had stopped flowing. I cleaned up as best I could, but I'm sure I must have smelled of pee if anyone had got close to me.
  7. Though this story does not involve me personally, this is one of the funniest wetting stories I have ever heard! It involves my dad and three coworkers who were driving across Pennsylvania on a business trip, about a 6 hour drive. My dad, sitting in the front seat, observed all the events that unfolded. The salesman who had agreed to drive was allegedly very uptight and was not keen on stopping more than once the whole trip. The two sales people in the back seat, one guy and one woman, were pretty upbeat, the guy especially was apparently very gregarious and witty. After taking off and imbibing a formiddable amount of coffee, the driver finally agreed to stop about halfway through the trip to hit the bathroom but vowed that they would not stop again until they reached their destination. About two hours later, with about an hour left in the trip, the salesman in the back claimed that the coffee was wracking his bladder but was dismissed by the driver. The saleslady in the back and my dad rallied with the salesman who was in dire straits at this point, beseeching the driver to stop, to no avail. 30 minutes later, the salesman, very frustrated and desperate at this point began raising his voice asking the driver to stop. The driver, equally frustrated ignorantly told him to:"tie it in a knot!" In an ultimate act of defiance the salesman, according to the woman in the back seat, straightened his tie, closed his eyes and let his bladder go, releasing torrents of pee in the back seat of the car! Once the flood became audible my dad whipped his head around and couldn't believe his eyes. Both him and the female coworker were hysterically laughing, disgusted and amused. The driver, pissed in a different sense was finally forced to stop the car so that the salesman could change and they could try and clean the huge pee spot on the seat. The salesman claimed he deliberately wet himself but one can't deny that he may have had a genuine accident. The truth is in the bladder of the beholder I suppose :) Cheers!
  8. This isn't actually a new story, just a description I my accident in school that is more leisurely than the one I posted before. This is a true story about an accident that I deliberately caused myself to have after fantasizing about it for a year. I wet my pants in school, while all my classmates could see me, when I was seven years old. I first began fantasizing about doing this during the previous year, when I was in kindergarten, so I was either five or six. I heard a boy in first grade---a year ahead of me---say that a girl had wet herself in class. I thought that would be horribly embarrassing, and I kept trying to picture what it would feel like physically. I also thought it would be incredibly sexy to be the victim of such an accident in front of everybody. I didn't know the word "sexy" then, so I didn't think of it in that language, but that word fits the feelings I associated with it. Another thought was overwhelming: this can happen. I could be in school and lose control and wet myself. The whole picture of myself having such an accident, and the thought that it could really happen, became something I thought about every day. And somehow I felt that some day this would happen to me. One begins first grade at the age of six, and usually reaches the age of seven before the school year is over, and so it was with me. On or near the first day of class, the teacher mentioned that if the only way to avoid wetting oneself is to run out of class without stopping to ask for permission, that was OK. It seemed as if just doing that would take some courage. This whole scenario was a recurring thought during the whole school year. Each day we took a toilet break in the morning and one in the afternoon, and we could use the facilities during the lunch hour. I think as the weather warmed up in the spring, it began to seem more like a possibility that I could have an accident. I thought: I want to experience this. Why don't I just wet my pants on purpose in class some day? But I also wanted it to be an accident. I remembered having accidents when I was three or four. The way it happened then was I would unexpectedly start peeing in my pants. Sometimes it flowed down my leg into the bottom of my shoe and my sock got soaked, as did my pants of course. Once I had an accident when I was four, when my mother had been trying to make me realize I shouldn't do that any more, and at some point she threatened to make me wear a diaper if it happened again. And one day it did, and she made me wear a cloth diaper and clear plastic pants, with nothing over them. I was dressed that way when one of my mother's friends visited. Somehow I remember it as somewhat embarrassing and vaguely sexy. So I thought: that's what the teacher will do to me if I have an accident. I'll be dressed like that in front of all my classmates. One day the weather was sunny and pleasant and I thought it would be a good day to have an accident, and although I realized I didn't have the courage to just stand there and pee in my pants, I could make myself lose control by drinking a lot of water all day and never using the bathroom. When I got to school I went to the drinking fountain and drank a lot of water. When we took our potty break that morning, I needed to pee, but I didn't use the facilities and I drank a lot of water again. By lunch time I needed to pee badly. On the way to the cafeteria I drank a lot of water. During lunch I had to suppress squirming. After eating I drank quite a lot of water again. When we were all seated in class I thought, now maybe I'll unexpectedly lose control at some point, the way I did when I was four. But what happened was that it became painful to desperately try not to pee. I realized it might be that way for a long time---two hours maybe? I _could_ just go ahead and pee myself. But there's no way I had the courage to do that. Finally I realized it's not going to be like when I was four, and I'd probably just sit there in pain all afternoon. I chickened out and asked for permission to use the facilities. The teacher said "Can you hold it a little while longer?" I actually thought I could. It was going to be painful. I said yes. Some time later the teacher had us all stand up to sing. This seems like an amazing coincidence, since my fantasies had always been about wetting while standing up. It was really painful by then, and I thought about the teacher having said it was OK just to run for it. But I still thought I could hold on, despite how intense it was. So in that state I stood there and tried to participate in singing. Then I thought just maybe I might lose control and wet myself, and I thought OK, why not just go ahead and do it? It's what I wanted to happen. But when it came to the point where I had to actually do it in order to do it, I didn't have the courage. So I still stood there while it got worse. And worse. Then I thought I was in danger of an accident; I might not make it. What would happen if I lost control? Here's what I thought would happen: pee would shoot out in front of me in a long arc, and fall on the floor, and everyone would watch while it happened. For the longest time I just kept thinking that would happen. Here's an odd thing: I had enough courage to deliberately set myself up to have an accident, thinking it would happen, but when I reached the point where I considered whether to go ahead with it, I lacked the courage, and now when I thought a horribly embarrassing accident might happen to me in another twenty minutes, while I was in agony the whole time until then, I didn't have the courage to run out of the room to use the facilities either! I kept reminding myself the teacher had said that was OK. I thought: alright, that's what I'll do. But as soon as I was at the very point of moving toward the door, I chickened out again. So I thought there was real danger that I would wet myself, but probably I'd make it and avoid that. That agonizing state also went on for a long time. While in that equilibrium state where the various forces moving me ended up making this clearly unsatisfactory compromise, something happened: I felt my desperation getting much worse. I then realized it was moving toward the boundary. It would happen if I didn't run for it. Should I run for it? But now another thought affected me: what I had planned for and fantasized about was going to happen. Success. But how embarrassing! How could I have done this to myself? I'd feel my desperation moving toward the boundary for maybe five more minutes and then it would really happen. When I thought I had a few minutes left to wait, I felt the oddest thing happen, that has never happened to me before or since. I lost control but I wasn't peeing; I just knew that it was going to happen in a few seconds. It's too late. I'm going to wet my pants. Right here. This state may have lasted five seconds, but it was long enough for lots of thoughts to run through my mind: __why__ didn't I run for it when I had the chance? Why didn't I get some last warning a few seconds before I lost control, that would have made it possible for me to run for it? I really thought I had a few minutes left; why did I suddenly lose control so unexpectedly when I should have had a few minutes left? I then felt something else happening that I've never experienced before or since then. I could actually feel the fluid moving inside me before it reached my dick and started flowing through it. It's coming! Then I felt it moving upward through my dick. Nothing could stop what was about to happen. Then finally flowing out of me onto my skin, getting my skin and my clothes wet. It was warm. It didn't shoot out in an arc in front of me and it didn't shoot upward, but sideways onto my right leg, and then down my leg. And I thought flowing sideways like that isn't how I'd wanted it. I remembered how when I was four it would soak the bottom of my shoes and my socks would get completely soaked, and I thought: I hope that doesn't happen now. It quickly went down to my feet and totally flooded the bottom of my shoe and kept gushing out. It was many years after that that I realized the bottoms of my feet are erotically sensitive, and maybe that's why it was at that point that my dick stood up straight. Pee started shooting up above my waist, soaking my shirt almost up to the bottom of my rib cage. I'd never pictured getting the front of my shirt soaked. Everyone was still singing; no one else suspected anything was going on except that we were all singing. And then it started heading down my left leg while the flow continued down my right leg. This was going to be a really major soaking. Then the bottom of my left foot got completely soaked and I kept on peeing intensely into my pants. And everyone kept singing. And I kept peeing and thinking in a few seconds I'm going to be the whole center of attention and everyone's just singing. There's a classmate standing beside me singing while I'm standing here wetting my pants. Both legs and my crotch area and my waist and my shirt above my waist are soaking wet I I'm still peeing at full strength as if they weren't wet enough yet, and I can't do anything about it, and they're all singing, not suspecting they'll all be looking at me and watching the incident they'll tell everyone about later. I kept on peeing. And kept on peeing. At some point I thought: OK, that's enough. But I couldn't stop. As long as the pee kept flowing down my legs and a growing puddle kept growing below me, I think it was relatively quite, but then some pee fell _between_ my legs and made a splashing sound. That's what did it. A girl behind me shrieked "-------- is wetting his pants!!!!". Everyone fell silent and I still stood there peeing with great force and unable to slow it down, let alone stop. It kept going and everyone was staring, seeing me do it. The girl's shriek has always irritated me; I've always felt she could have done it differently. She could have somehow called everyone's attention to what was happening in a way that implied fascination with a sight one rarely sees. I think if I had seen a girl having an accident I would have just stared, watching it happen, and not said anything, letting others do that. Over on the Experience Project web site, I woman with a major wetting fetish posted a story (this will seem like an unlikely coincidence, but it's true) that when her third-grade class was singing before an audience consisting of the whole school, she saw the boy standing next to her wet his pants, and she just stared in fascination, and even felt a bit envious because she wanted to have an accident too. I'd have loved having a girl who felt that way see my accident. I wish I could invite all females I've seen on the internet who have this fetish to go back in time and be there to watch. I stood there and kept on peeing my pants in front of everybody. I tried to stop. I couldn't do anything. It kept flowing until none was left. The teacher asked why I didn't run to the lavatory. Couldn't I remember that she'd said that was alright? I think I just said I didn't know. She told me to go to the lavatory now and finish what I'd started. I said there wasn't any left. But she insisted. I just stood there disobediently. And then she insisted more emphatically. I remember the effort it took me to move from where I stood and walk toward the door. I was going to go out into the hallway where people might see me. I walked down the hall, expected to hear someone gasp and say "That boy wet his pants!". No one did. I stood before the urinal and had no pee left. I knew exactly what to expect when I got back to the classroom. The teacher would say I shouldn't be wetting my pants at this age, and now I have to wear diapers. She would make me take all my clothes off in front of the class and put cloth diapers and clear plastic pants on me, and I would be required to sit at my desk in class wearing those and nothing else. I thought that that diaper would have been useful a few minutes earlier. I'd have had an accident in my diaper and no one but me would have known. When I got back to class, that didn't happen. The teacher told me my pants would dry by the end of the day. They actually did. No one ever mentioned the incident to me after that, either in school or at home. Somehow that seems surprising. During subsequent years in school I had fantasies about this happening again, but I never attempted to make it happen and it didn't. I still have all sorts of fantasies about similar incidents, but always involving female audiences who properly appreciate the erotic nature of what happened. Sometimes they abduct me and force me to have an accident, and require me to wear diapers and be the pet wet diaper boy in the sorority house.
  9. Hi, I thought I share one of my old videos from Anette. We used to have a website long ago, and this was her first video. Sorry for the quality and camera shake, hope you like it anyway, anette-light-jeans-woods.wmv
  10. I come on this site quite a bit, but have never posted. I recently has a very relevant experience and I figured now was the time to introduce myself. =) About a few weeks ago I was at a metal concert I was much anticipating. I met up with two friends whilst waiting in line, so I got pretty distracted with chatting/anticipation/etc and didn't really plan things like going to the bathroom at all. After waiting in line and talking it up about music for what seemed like forever, I started getting very thirsty. I borrowed a dollar from my friend (the bartender wouldn't accept cards) and grabbed a bottle of water from the bar that was set up in the venue's foyer. I tried to conserve the water, but I ended up chugging most of it pretty quickly. Shortly after, the doors opened and we made our way to the stage. We snagged a spot right up against the barrier, luckily for me... The opening band I wasn't much paying attention to, as I hadn't actually listened to their material before. Towards the end of their set, I realized I had to pee pretty damn bad. I'd had bad experiences in the past in terms of giving up my spot, especially at metal shows. The crowd was, as per usual, packed like sardines. If I left now to use the bathroom, getting back to my spot would have been damned near impossible, let alone annoying. I started considering just going where I stood. The opening band finished up their last song and left, and the anxious wait for the main act began. It was during this wait between the opening and main bands that I seriously started considering going in my pants. For a while, I thought about pulling it out and going in m water bottle, but I figured that would be much less explainable, if I was caught. I was wearing a pair of very ripped jeans that I had dyed black, so any kind of wetness would be basically invisible on them. I was also right up against the stage barrier, so there was no risk of anyone in front of me turning around and seeing what I was doing. I was basically in the perfect situation to do this, and the closer the band got to taking the stage, the less of a chance I had of making back from a bathroom trip in time. After a lot of contemplating and waiting for the band (the setup always seems to take forever), I finally said screw it, and decided to go. I had done this kind of thing before in privacy (a story for another time), so as timid as I was, it came pretty easily. It happened in a short burst at first, but it didn't take long for it to really start flowing. It was so relieving. I stopped after I got a good flow out, after I decided I didn't want to let the wetness reach my shoes, as those are a lot harder to wash after something like this. I felt better, and decided to relax for a bit. Soon after, the band finally came on, taking my mind off of my predicament. Some time into their set, the need hit me again, and I decided I had waited long enough. I started peeing again, this time for much longer, but in shorter bursts. Just as quick as my pants would start to dry up, I would start going again, re-wetting the spot. At a few points, I felt it rushing down my leg quicker than anticipated, and had to stop myself, as I didn't want to get it on my shoes or on the floor. I kept this up for a while, until finally I felt relieved enough to stop and return my attention to the show. After the show I made my way to the bathroom and finally peed in a way that was considered "normal". I was surprised to see quite a lot come out, even after my wetting session. I made the trip to my car later that night and, remembering I was actually driving my dad's car that night, put one of my shirts down on the seat to keep anything from soaking through. That's basically the only time I ever ACTUALLY wet myself in adult life. Hope you guys enjoyed it. =)
  11. File Name: Another Golden Girl vid File Submitter: Cathyva File Submitted: 08 Mar 2016 File Category: Female Wetting Golden Girl Faye wets her black pantyhose in her bedroom... Click here to download this file
  12. I had a gf who was very controlling and who wanted to rush the relationship. She was a college senior and I was a year younger. She arranged one weekend to rent a car and drive 5 hours for her to show off me to her parents. We left Friday after dinner and arrived with only about enough time for introductions a little small talk and snacks and then get ready for bed. My gf and I slept in separate rooms. The next morning we wok up and had breakfast. We spent the day talking. As the day went on I came to like her father less and less. That night we were suppose to go out to a fancy restaurant but instead her father went out to a bar. He was gone for many hours. He had come home at 3 AM drunk out of his mind. Plans to go to church together were cancelled. Our time with my gf's mother was pleasant enough. There was a time that my gf was alone with her father. We left in late afternoon and stopped for fast food on the way back at a place with a bottomless soft drink and I made sure I was well hydrated. We each went to the restroom but I did nothing more than wash my hands. We drove on for another couple of hours then about an hour from our college she wanted to stop. I was stunned when she bought a 6 pack of beer. By this time I was aware of my bladder but there was no way I was going to do anything about it until we got back. I expected when we got back that we would unpack then go to our separate dorm buildings. Instead, when we arrived and were unpacking the rented car I saw the gf I had sort of broken up with. Several months earlier she had a party in her room and friends brought enough beer that several people including her got drunk. She was sitting on the floor. She was wearing a skirt. At first I thought nothing of how she was sitting; her skirt was not under her. As the party went on I kept an eye on her. She sometimes seemed anxious and I thought she tried to get up a couple of times. Finally when the party was breaking up she said she couldn't get up. I was among those who tried to lift her. As we were getting her up the patch of carpet where she was sitting was much darker than the surrounding carpet. One of her women friends asked what happened. She said she couldn't get up and she she couldn't wait so she peed in her pants. Several of her women friends got clothes for her and took her to the restroom. When they came back they put her in bed. I talked to her the next day and she admitted to peeing in her pants again; she wet the bed for the first time she could remember. Seeing her at this time brought back those memories. As we got our stuff to my gf's room my bladder was becoming uncomfortably full. I told her i wanted to go to my building so I could get ready for my classes, She insisted I stay with her. There was no way I would admit to her that I had to pee. She opened a beer for me and one for her. I drank mine and she opened another for me. After she finished her beer and opened another she started talking about what her father had said to her. He told her he thought I didn't really love her and I was going to hurt her Although he was at least partly right, I insisted her father was wrong and I loved her very much. By this time I was nearly done with my third beer. Her attitude as she described what her father said, combined with my filling bladder made me wonder if she loved me as I was, all of how I was. While I had dropped hints about how I like to pee in my pants they had always been subtle and usually joking. Then she wanted something I had never done, she wanted to have sex. In spite of my full bladder I did get an erection and inserted it. She got a great deal of pleasure but I really felt almost nothing. She reached orgasm. I was very surprised at how much fluid she released. When she relaxed we rested then realized the bedsheets were soaked. I dismissed the idea that she peed. She took off the sheets and found the mattress was also soaked. I pulled up my pants and we sat on the floor leaning against the bed. It was a few minutes before midnight so I had a chance to leave her room to use the restroom but although I had to pee so badly I wasn't sure I wouldn't pee in my pants in the next minute. I decided to act like everything was fine but do everything I could to not pee in my pants, at least not yet. After midnight I was not supposed to be on her floor, and I had no access to a restroom. If I was caught I could face expulsion from the dorm, suspension or even expulsion from the college; I was trapped in her room. Midnight came and went. I had only one question to resolve, tell her I was so desperate I was almost certainly going to pee in my pants or pee in my pants and wait for her to discover it. In any case I wanted her reaction. I just sat there. I was sitting cross legged. She moved to sit on my lap facing me and wanted me to hold her. At least it was between pressure waves but as soon as she got settled and we had our arms wrapped around each other a huge pressure wave came over my bladder and I felt an orgasmic release and warmth at my crotch. I did everything to act like nothing was wrong as I struggled to stop it but I very much wanted to feel my crotch. I told her I was drunk and I was about to fall asleep. I felt another pressure wave that I tried to hold until I couldn't hold it. A feeling of warmth spread to my butt along with the feeling of orgasmic release. I asked her if she ever peed in her pants. She said of course not; she had outgrown things like that years ago. I told her about my other gf who peed in her pants at a party. She said that woman was really just a little girl who wasn't potty trained. I said OK and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep as another pressure wave came over my bladder. This time I made no effort to hold it as a sense of orgasmic release and warmth spread from my crotch to my butt and legs. The pressure in my bladder was no more. I fell asleep thinking how much better it felt to pee in my pants than it felt to have sex at least with that gf. The next thing I knew she was shaking me awake. My pants were cold and I was nowhere near as drunk. She said what was wrong with me. I said what did she mean. She told me I peed in my pants. I said I knew, I peed in my pants before I fell asleep. then, acting as if it were perfectly normal and with no hint of embarrassment, said So what? My bladder had filled enough that it took no effort for me to pee in my pants again. The warmth felt good. I said it felt so good when I peed in my pants. She laughed at me and said she thought I was better potty trained than that and I had to leave. I saw it was after 3 AM and hoped nobody would see me when I left. She did at least take me to the door and nobody saw me. I got to my dorm room and changed my pants and went to bed knowing that relationship was doomed.
  13. I apologize for the length of this chapter, and the relative lack of pee stuff in the first part. But I still hope you love this story as much as I do. There is a little gratuitous foot focus, but that's just me. ? Link to Part 4. --------------------------------- It was the strangeness of the bedroom that caused Bethany to stir the next morning. It simply felt different from her old room-- different sounds, smells, the firmness of the mattress. Last night, she had eaten hardly anything at dinner. Now, her stomach’s pangs and growls dashed any hope of going back to sleep. Compounding the discomfort was her heaving bladder. It would not be ignored, but for the moment, grogginess and desire to stay in bed kept their hold on her. Yet another obstacle lay in the temperatures: the air in the room was frigid, while her blankets cocooned her in luxurious warmth. Her half-asleep state encouraged fantasies about easing her discomfort right there. The last time she had wet the bed was third grade. All she remembered was waking up with pajamas full of cold, stale piss stuck to her skin-- little to romanticize. Doing it while awake, though, might be a different story. Not moving at all, feeling the hot stream between her legs swell until it splashed back on itself, tracking the wet patch’s slow creep down her thighs and up her back, even the chance to smell it minutes later-- each of these thoughts brought the promise of bliss. Her tank top and panties were the ones already stinging her nose from a day’s worth of wetting anyway. She writhed and clutched her crotch, moaning upon deciding to do it. Trying to pee lying down at the moment proved to be a lot harder than doing it sitting in the food court chair with an exhausted bladder. After a minute, though, she exhaled, and a stream burst out. Its strength surprised her enough that she reflexively snapped shut again. It was a good start, but now, logic returned to her; totally peeing her bed was a bad idea. She would have been back at square one with her mother questioning her intent. Speaking of her mother, hearing her voice call “Bethany!” up the stairs finally got her to peel back the covers. “Just a minute!” Bethany groaned. There was no way she was going downstairs without relieving herself first. The connected half-bathroom still held a hint of pee-scent in the spots she missed while cleaning. Goosebumps mixed with the freckles on her arms when her cheeks touched the chilly toilet. Still, she sighed. Her stream burbled loudly in the bowl, the sound reverberating out the open door. She would have closed it if she could reach. There was no point to wiping. No way would a little more pee make a difference in the heavily-soiled panties she had already spurted in again. Bethany pulled them up and let the last few drops diffuse into them. The warmth brought a grin. The light from the giant windows downstairs made her squint. Once she recovered, though, the sight to greet her was her mother and grandparents, all hunched over the breakfast table examining a particular piece of mail. “Hey, Beth,” her mother repeated, “Something came for you, from the… RIC Transit Authority?” She handed the envelope over. With furrowed brow, Bethany opened it. A border of green, yellow, and blue stripes, the colors of the Isle of Cress’ flag, decorated the page. The header was the title of the same agency. Sure enough, the island’s transit authority seal was embossed on the stationery as well. On the next line were the words, in block capital letters, NOTICE OF CIVIL INFRACTION Bethany’s heart skipped a beat. It looked serious. “What?” she said, mostly to herself, “What does that even mean?” Her grandma answered, “A civil infraction is like a traffic ticket. Keep reading.” Among the information that followed was the act titled “Defacement of public property” and a check next to “bodily fluids.” The adjacent field showed a penalty of $50. “What?!” Bethany squealed. The shock abated quickly, but the sinking feeling did not. “I kinda got pee on the floor in the airport bathroom, but it was an accident and now they’re giving me a ticket for it. I don’t even have fifty dollars!” She put down the letter and rubbed her temples. “Easy, kiddo,” her grandpa said, rubbing her back, “Your mom told you the people here don’t play around with relieving yourself in the wrong place. No one’s gonna have to pay anything. I’ll tell you what we can do. You just have some breakfast and get cleaned up, then we’ll go down to the courthouse and give ‘em what for. Sound good?” Sniffling while looking back at him, she nodded. Even a breakfast as light as cereal and milk did not go down easily. She should not have had to consider worrying about fines and tickets until she started driving. Trouble with the law remained a terrifying notion. A shower would help her relax. Even if it was in the foreign downstairs “bathroom” which only had a bathtub and shower stall-- sort of the opposite of her room-- the hot water and the prospect of clean clothes were something to look forward to. She had just begun to surrender to the shower’s hot spray when, through the clear glass walls, she looked again at the peed clothes on the floor. Not only did she have no idea what to wear to a courthouse, but other than the tank top and panties way too soiled to put on right after bathing, there was nothing in here for her to wear at all. Not even a spare towel. As if on cue, her grandma opened the door and bustled in, carrying an armload of linens. Bethany turned away, covering her chest and scanty pubic bush. “Grandma! Do you mind?” “Oh, sorry!” she said, “I’ll just put these here then.” She dropped the stack of towels and folded clothes on the counter. With her back turned, she elaborated, “I just remembered you had no towels in here, and your mom and I picked out some clothes for you. Hope they’re okay.” Bethany thanked her for the sweet gesture in a gentler tone. Continentals, dear. Her grandma’s effortless nonchalance, until Bethany made it awkward, got her wondering if she stressed too much about nudity-- especially by Cress standards. Feeling revitalized after the shower, she took her time drying off. The clothes picked out for her were lavender panties, a dark turquoise, long-sleeved knitted shirt that was exceptionally thick and warm, and white skinny jeans. Her grandmother had also brought a black-and-white striped bra. Despite having just begun to need it, the greater coverage of the shirt meant she probably would have forgotten one otherwise. The conservative choices were just as well. Since seeing the letter, getting to hide in any sense was a welcome comfort. Bethany’s white flip-flops were in her bedroom. Or at least, they were once white. The rubber straps still gleamed, but the foam sole had been tinted a dirty yellow. To avoid walking around and carrying the piss-scent with her would probably be better. When the time came to leave, she trusted it would be okay to go without them. The truck smelled only faintly of the past day’s events. The four rode with the windows cracked-- the best compromise between dissipating the odor and not getting a face full of bracing wind much colder than before. Even across from the taller capitol building, the courthouse’s columns loomed. Bethany gripped her mother’s hand. However, pressing forward was her only real choice. She went with the others through the pair of giant doors. Her grandpa did the talking. He led them up to the clerk, letter in hand, and cleared his throat. “Good morning. My granddaughter here got this notice and we’d like to contest the charge.” The clerk took the letter and looked through his bifocals at the details. A minute’s worth of tapping at his computer saw him issue them each a name tag, and a packet of papers to Bethany. “Alright, so you’ll just need to give these papers to the girl in the next room, and she’ll handle the rest.” Bethany thanked him, and they were off. The “next room” was arranged as rows of chairs. A handful of people sat waiting. “Hello,” a soft voice called. A girl about Bethany’s age had approached them with a clipboard. Her most striking feature was the pin-straight auburn hair that draped to her waist in lustrous sheets. Beneath was a lacy white minidress and black flats. “I can take your packet there. There’s snacks and water in that corner, otherwise have a seat anywhere.” Bethany handed it over, and picked a chair. The girl whisked the papers away through the next door. “See, kiddo?” her grandpa said, sitting next to her, “Not so bad.” She grinned weakly back at him. Soon, though, the nerves returned. She attempted to soothe her dry mouth with water in a paper cup, gulping one refill after another until feeling a twinge between her legs. That brought with it an entirely new reason to worry. She returned to her seat, the multiple cups of water now in her stomach a reminder that the bladder problems of yesterday were still not resolved. Here she was challenging it again. I’m not going to pee myself, she resolved. I’m feeling better, and can hold it at least until I see a toilet, if not any longer. Still, she crossed her legs. Twenty minutes passed. Her bladder’s gentle tingling had turned into a mild, but constant press, with occasional swells she strained to resist. At least the girl working here had returned. She plopped down across from Bethany. “Finally a break,” she said, “Mind if I sit here?” Wide-eyed, Bethany agreed. “Not at all.” “Cool.” The girl smiled. When she lifted her arms to move her long locks out of her face, she revealed, alongside the red-brown tufts in her armpits, a name tag. The part Bethany could see read ‘Mary.’ Bethany’s mom and grandparents offered to move so the girls could have some space. Bethany did not even know her, and already thought she was a little strange. However, her family would probably not want to limit her chances of a friend on this remote island. She took the hint and extended her hand. “I’m Bethany.” The girl shook it, replying, “I know.” She giggled, but then clarified, “Saw it on your papers.” Bethany put on a sly grin. “Well, I know your name is Mary. Saw it on your name tag.” Even if the interaction was basic, it kept her mind off her bladder. “Kind of,” she said, “I go by Mary Ellen. ‘Mary’ just sounds so… plain.” “I guess it is,” Bethany said, trying not to bounce her knees, “So you work here every day?” “For now, I guess,” Mary Ellen explained. “Three days a week during the summer. I won’t have to worry about volunteer hours, like, ever.” “Honestly I haven’t thought about it at all,” Bethany confessed. The ease at which she had begun to share with Mary Ellen surprised her. “I lived in the U.S. until yesterday and I’m still just working on surviving.” Mary Ellen giggled again. “Welcome then. I’d say we’re a weird island, but I was born here, so I say everywhere else is weird. Speaking of which, don’t people, like, never go barefoot in America?” She looked pointedly at Bethany’s lack of shoes. “Yeah, pretty much,” Bethany said, curling her feet under the chair, “One thing that’s cool here is that shoes aren’t as big a deal.” Mary Ellen lifted her feet off the floor and smiled. “Actually, the only place I won’t go barefoot is in here. They clean every day, but I’m still scared of what’s on the floor because you see all sorts of gross people.” Bethany curled her feet under the chair. “I would have worn mine today if I hadn’t--never mind.” She stopped herself from mentioning her accident. “It’s slow today, so don’t worry about it.” Mary Ellen glanced around before speaking again. “I did get a glance at your papers, by the way.” “Oh?” Bethany said. The comment could have meant anything. “You’ll get to see the judge.” A flash of nerves hit her. “What am I supposed to say?” “It’s going to be a bench trial, which means no lawyers or jury or any of that stuff to worry about. Just tell him the truth. Was it an accident?” Bethany scoffed. “Of course it was an accident! Who pees on the floor?” Her bladder lunged, making her cross her legs again. It was going to be her for the second time soon. Mary Ellen shrugged. “It could happen.” “If you say so.” Mary Ellen pulled out her phone and rose from her chair. “Ooh, I should probably check back. It’s been nice to meet you though! Good luck.” Bethany waved her off, returning to her family for another twenty minutes. By now, the increasing pressure in Bethany’s bladder meant crossing her legs was beginning not to be enough. At all times there was a pee drop making a hotspot in her crotch, ready to escape at the first lapse in effort. She had let the drop-- once or twice, much more than a drop-- go several times. The leaks made a cooling line in her panties down to the seat. With her legs closed, she worried little about who might see, and dribbled with relative abandon. It was perhaps better to let out some now, than try to hold it all and suffer another disaster. The urge to pee continued to grow. Her pants were getting too wet, however. She would have to hold the rest. Compared to slowly dribbling, it was a lot harder. She wiggled her legs, shifted from one side of the chair to the other, and eventually jammed a heel against her pee-hole. Holding remained taxing enough that she began to get warm in her shirt’s thick material. Her mother noticed her tugging at the fabric and flushing in the cheeks. “It is a little stuffy in here,” she said, “Take something off if you’re hot.” Bethany laughed at the joke, then it hit her: that was a perfectly good solution. The grandparents agreed it was fine, and she shucked the wooly garment over her head. Being around so many people in her panties did not strike her as being this exposed. On the plus side, it was cooler, but it also meant she could wrap it around her waist for extra protection, should she pee more in her jeans. She was about to release a long stream when Mary Ellen emerged from the doors. “Bethany Tucker!” she called. Bethany allowed herself to be ushered into the courtroom proper. Her family was directed to some seats, while she continued past a uniformed bailiff and up to the defendant’s place. A man in a black robe and powdered wig, appearing equally ridiculous and terrifying as the unmistakable judge, sat at the front, looking down on the crowd. Mary Ellen delivered Bethany’s packet of papers to him. Bethany stared at the ominous figure, fidgeting badly in her damp panties and jeans with the shirt tied around them. On top was nothing but her black-and-white striped bra. It felt like a scene out of a nightmare. The name plate on the judge’s desk read “Lance Rowan.” He cleared his throat. “Alright, we have CR number 2019887. And what’s your name, miss?” “Bethany Tucker,” she said, a little too quickly. “Miss Tucker…” Judge Rowan began, scanning through her packet, “Fourteen years old, American applied for dual citizenship… You were cited for defacement of public property by bodily fluids, which carries a fifty-dollar fine. Do you understand the charge?” She looked around. A crowd of people occupied the chairs at the back, all witnessing her shame. “Yes, sir.” “I have the officer’s report here, but do you mind telling us what happened?” “Well,” she stammered, blushing rapidly. Mary Ellen and the dozen strangers were there to hear all the juicy details, and to watch her twist, dip, and wiggle every moment. The judge urged, “I know it may be difficult to talk about, Miss Tucker. But we need your side of the story. The whole truth.” If he wanted the whole truth, he’d get it. “Alright.” She steadied herself with a breath. “My mom and I had just gotten off the plane from Montreal. I hadn’t, uh, taken a comfort break since before the plane took off, and I was having trouble finding an accommodation afterward. I finally found one in the airport, but it made me sign in. By that point it was really hard to hold on, and when I saw the toilet, it all just started coming out. I got to it as fast as possible but got a lot of pee on the floor.” She was hunched over and all but in tears at this point. The judge looked satisfied, but sharing the colorful parts had gotten easier. “I’m really sorry! I’ll try not to do it again, but it’s been hard to adjust. I’m not used to holding and keeping it to myself! Even right now I have to go so bad, I’m trying not to make a mess here too.” Both hands were locked in her crotch. He momentarily scowled. “Young lady, the only thing you ‘have’ to do right now is stop using that kind of crude language in my courtroom, and get better at handling your private business in the future. Case dismissed.” A clap of his gavel confirmed it. Bethany gasped. A little more pee had spurted out, but more importantly, she had won. “Thank you!” she managed, and shot Mary Ellen a wave before being escorted out the side door. She exchanged hugs with her family. “You’re not a jailbird yet,” her grandpa said, “What do you want to do to celebrate? How about ice cream?” “It sounds nice, grandpa,” Bethany said, “But I need to go home. I’m not kidding.” She trembled, still holding her crotch and pee-dancing pathetically. His cheer dulled just a little. “I know you want to, Beth,” he said, eyes full of sorrow, “But you heard the judge. This is the Isle of Cress, and you need to manage your liquids. Otherwise, you’ll be stuck at home forever, or right back in there for another round. And I’m sorry, but I’d rather you not get the truck wet again either.” Her first instinct was to cry, but enough of that. All of them were right; she was a big girl now. “I understand, grandpa.” She steeled her bladder and appeared to perk up as if by magic, “Ice cream sounds good.” “‘Attagirl. We can go to the ice cream spot right over there. It’s the one your grandma and I went to at your age.” Bethany smiled. She had dodged the fine, their sentiments were genuine, and ice cream sounded great. Plus, she had a plan. The chilly air and tile in the ice cream shop raised goosebumps on her bare skin, and while her trembling intensified, she leaked only a little when ordering her cup of cheesecake swirl. Come on, come on, she urged her family silently. There were picnic tables outside. The weather was overcast and not as warm as the previous day, but warmer than the shop. Plus, she was less likely to get in trouble if her ‘plan’ failed. She made sure her shirt was tucked properly under her. With the first spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, she released her pee. She moaned loudly, as if the taste of the ice cream, not the incredible sensation of filling her jeans with warmth was the cause. The temptation to let it all out at full blast was overwhelming. She did for a few seconds, trusting that the splashing was drowned out by passing cars. The visible wet spot was beginning to show on her front, though, which was not good. She had no choice but to apply her weak muscles again to slow the stream. Her shirt continued to absorb the moisture admirably. A few furtive glances showed that while her crotch, butt, and upper thighs were drenched, the makeshift diaper had stopped all but a few disobedient splats from reaching the boards of the deck beneath. Plus, since the shirt was a dark color to begin with, her sneaky pee might still go unnoticed. She pushed another hot dribble or two into her panties, not particularly caring where they went. She was not completely empty, but relief was hers. To sell further the act that nothing was wrong, she continued to fidget as realistically as possible. Just enough to avoid drawing attention. It seemed to work until they had returned to the truck. “You okay, kiddo?” her grandpa asked. “Huh?” Bethany said, her heart already quickening. Surely she had been caught. “Not gonna need you to wipe down my seat when we get home, am I? Looks like you’ve got things a little more under control now." “Oh, yeah,” she said, making sure her hands were deep enough between her legs to hide the wet spot, “I should be alright.” “Good girl.” She smiled. Whew. Just a short ride and a little luck later, she scampered up to her bedroom. Her turquoise shirt, after being untied, hit the polished wood with a slap. Now Bethany’s heart raced for another reason. She stood before a full-length mirror in the corner and inspected her jeans, white except for a grey-yellow region which spotted the front and fully covered her rear. She glanced toward the toilet for the lasting signals in her bladder, but reconsidered. There was no harm in wetting herself a little more. Biting her lip, she pushed while standing. A punctuating spurt a little longer than expected tracked down her leg. With a bit more effort, she made it reach all the way to the ankle and drip off the side of her foot, leaving a tiny puddle on the floor. Before peeling off her wet jeans and wiping the spot, she took a moment to admire her work. She giggled. I guess this island’s pee-shyness has kind of backfired on me.
  14. Rachel (@rachelkirwan) suggested that I make my comment on "Peeing through my Panties" into a separate thread, so here goes... Wetting panties (or briefs) is definitely thrilling and inexpensive, and I love to read about girls doing it and wearing them afterwards, especially when they wear them to bed. Keeping panties on after wetting them is certainly naughty and provides a constant reminder of having wet them. I myself am more inclined to wet pullup diapers, since they retain more pee than briefs, stay warm longer, help me avoid getting my furniture wet, and prevent public embarrassment. Too bad the good pullups are so expensive. Some people like to wear and wet their panties inside diapers, thus combining the wet-panty feeling with avoiding obvious wetness -- but this solution risks exposure if the panties wick wetness to the non-waterproof sides of the pullup. Has anyone tried wearing plastic pants over wet panties? The non-crinkly PUL pants would be best for avoiding noise, but I've had problems with two different brands leaking. A few days ago I put on a pair of black women's panties, sat on the toilet, and wet them. I was pointed up and made a nice little fountain of pee. (Sorry, but I didn't have my phone for pics.) I then put on black PUL pants and wore them under jeans. I kept them on all day, maybe eight hours. The first thing I noticed was that the wet panties felt cool on my bottom. An hour later, the bottom of my jeans was damp, despite the PUL pants. There's so little moisture in a pair of wet panties that I expected the PUL pants to contain it. At first I blamed the plastic pants for the leak. Now I suspect that, when I peed my panties on the toilet, some of my pee got onto my legs. I never wiped after wetting, so my legs may have already been wet when I pulled up the PUL pants. Next time I try wetting panties I'll be more careful. Two hours later I peed my panties a second time. This time I took a video of the entire wetting, as well as my pulling up the PUL pants after I finished. So then I was sitting in truly wet panties, protected only by the same PUL pants that I used earlier. The PUL pants seemed very slightly damp just above the elastic around the leg openings. Maybe these pants work well enough after all that I can routinely use them to enjoy the feel of wet panties all day long. Here is a link to the video I made: https://drive.google...4Vkk&authuser=0 I wet my panties two more times, for a total of four, pulling up the PUL pants afterwards each time. I stank a bit, and my jeans were damp, probably because of my failure to wipe my legs after wetting. To cap off my wet day, I kept my PUL pants in place and wet my panties a fifth time. The panties were saturated and couldn't absorb much if any of the fresh urine, so I knew I was dependent on the PUL pants to contain my wetness. I could hear loose pee sloshing around in the PUL pants, but they didn't leak. Yay! I felt very naughty for wetting panties at all, and even naughtier for wearing them and for wetting them inside plastic. Next time I do something like this, I'll probably just wear my usual black cotton briefs. They'll hold even more pee than the panties did and that may cause more of an odor problem. I expect wet briefs will feel even wetter than wet panties but not so kinky. Here's a pic of my wet panties (sorry for the inverted image): Explicit Content
  15. I haven't written any fiction in a long time, but I've been feeling motivated lately. If you want more, let me know and I'll keep going. _________________ The front door had barely closed behind her when the wet stains started racing down her thighs and dripping on to the tile floor. She let out an audible sigh and her shoulders relaxed as she enjoyed the warmth in her crotch and the wetness soaking her legs. She wasn't even worried about her shoes at this point. The relief was too great. She was off from work for 3 whole days and had been holding this all day to get ready for her long weekend. Being the CFO for a large company was a stressful position and she knew exactly how she wanted to unwind. Her skirt would have to go to the dry cleaners on Monday, but she was far from worried about that. When Kristen finally finished, she tossed her keys onto the counter and kicked her sopping wet heels next to the fresh puddle in her foyer. She took her hair tie out and threw it next to her keys as she walked to her bedroom. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the carpet as she entered the room. She should feel the last few drips running down her stockings. She had stripped down to just her wet panties, white and now partially transparent, as she admired her long blonde hair in the full-length mirror in her room. Her finger traced her lips through her panties before hooking the waistband and pulling them off. The threw them into the bathroom through the open door and they landed on the tile near the shower. She was done with them for now. Kristen opened both doors to her closet and pulled a special something out from her top drawer and opened it up on her bed. Her round bottom dropped playfully onto the soft padding as she laid back and pulled the front of her diaper up between her toned legs and across her hips. She expertly fastened the tapes and double checked the leak guards to make sure they were in place. A white t-shirt slid over her perky b-cup breasts and she waddled out to the kitchen, getting used to the padding between her thighs. This certainly wasn't her first time in diapers as an adult, but it had been a while and she had to remind herself that they were supposed to feel different than the thin cotton panties she was used to. Kristen opened a bottle of her favorite red wine and poured a large glass of water, only to drink it all and refill it before walking into the living room to plop down on the couch and turn on her favorite thing to watch. She loved scary movies. She started thinking about how this all came to be. It was not too far off from how her evening had gone so far, but her ex boyfriend in college turned her on to this kink and she never looked back. It was that first night they went out dancing and she came home in soggy jeans. He didn’t even take them off her before making love. She was still embarrassed about having wet herself in front of this new cute guy and he still took drove her home. Once inside, she went right for her room so she could change out of her wet clothes to try and save the night from being a total disaster, but he followed her in there and when she turned around to ask him to wait outside, he kissed her. The butterflies in her stomach made her kiss him back and within minutes, she was bent over the bed with her soaking wet jeans around her knees and her panties pulled aside. After they both came, better than she could ever remember, she took off her jeans, leaving her panties on, and they climbed into bed. She fell asleep in his arms and woke up the next morning with so many questions to ask.
  16. I put this in my Profile page but I would like for a bigger groups to see and respond to it. I wonder if it is worthwhile for me to present my history. I have been a lifelong omorashi and omutsu participant, fantasizer and observer. I remember being 5 years old and wetting myself deliberately, after accidents at ages of 3 and 4. I had one accident in school, a poop accident in the first grade, and I was fascinated by others, especially girls, wetting them selves or nearly wetting themselves through school. The longest period of my life when I was dry was probably 5 years, from about the time I turned 14 until shortly after I turned 19. I have many experiences that I could share if there is interest; but I do not want to clog up this site with unread threads. Two months before I turned 49 I was in a very serious auto accident that caused a spinal cord injury. The immediate consequence was that I lost conscious control of both ends and dealt with it by wearing diapers 24/7/365.
  17. Hi, I don't normally post much, nor do I normally do outdoor holds, but after today I thought I would share my experience. For a bit of background on me, for the next day or two I'm in a position where I can wet whenever I want, so I guess you could say I'm taking complete advantage of it ;) I also normally appreciate when the female stories have a physical description of the protagonist, so in the interest of fairness; I'm in my early 30s, over six foot, brown hair, blue eyes and reasonably fit, but not ripped. Today I was wearing blue cotton boxer briefs, a grey long sleeve buttoned V-neck with the sleeves rolled up and colorful board-shorts. So with my 48 hours of complete freedom, I decided to take the dog for a walk along a particular beach which is normally pretty quiet and about a 20 minute drive away. Prior to leaving I'd already had a couple of glasses of water, so was about 5/10, not too bad, but normally wouldn't have left the house without using the toilet first. My intention for the trip was to get really desperate with no option other than to wet, however driving in with my desperation not really growing, and I was concerned that if it stayed at this level it wouldn't be much fun. Fortunately I needed some fuel, so dropping in at the closest petrol station to the beach, decided to fill up and grab a drink to polish off before I got there. The moment I got out of the car I felt my need increase drastically. Shit, did I even need this extra drink? probably not, but lets do it anyway. Once I'd filled up and going inside, I picked up 500ml of peach flavored iced tea, paid for it and the fuel and left. I managed to drink the entire bottle by the time we got to the beach, and as I hopped out of the car to get the dog, I noticed the desperation had risen to about 6-7 out of 10. We left the car park and headed out to the sand. The first thing I noticed was how peacefully pleasant the soft sand and gentle breeze was. For a moment I forgot about my need and upcoming antics and just enjoyed the tranquility of the surroundings. The tide was a fair bit out, leaving plenty of room to avoid the 3 people I could see. Making our way to the water's edge I decided to do a bit of a quick run/jump to get the dog excited and burn off some energy (that was the primary reason we were here anyway). Oh go no! Bad move. The pressure on my bladder hurt, and I wanted to get a fair way along before anything should happen. As we approached the water, I wondered what would happen, as the only thing which can really make me feel like just letting go, is water around my feet. We waded into the shallow up to my ankles, and the dog was absolutely loving life; jumping around and getting all wet and sandy. Somehow I was fine, I honestly thought I would really struggle to hold it, but maybe because my desperation level was so high already, the water had no effect? We continued to walk for another kilometer or so, with the nearest person coming no closer than 100m. As we strolled, daydreaming about the carton of beer just sitting at home, waiting to contribute to a wet night ahead, I realised it was about 20 mins since I'd finished the iced tea and it should be hitting my bladder pretty soon. We got about 200m from the point we normally turn around when that tea reached its destination. I looked at the trees at the edge of the sand and wandered if I should chicken out, then I looked around and there was literally no in sight. I decided to get to the little rivulet we normally turn around at before I let anything out. As we turned I had reached a 10/10 and was really really desperate, so as we headed back, I decided to lower the pressure a bit. With the pent up liquid, a 'little was a bit' more than I expected and I felt my undies get quite wet. I looked down as despite deliberately choosing board-shorts to hide any wetness, and the fact literally no-one was in view I was concerned that something might show. Examining really closely I could just see a wet patch, but to be honest, I had no idea how big it was due to combination of the syntectic material and colourful patterns. We walked a bit further and my bladder realised that release was now an option, so holding back was getting pretty hard. Fine, I would let it go, my first real outdoor wetting (I know I was kind of cheating given the quick escape route of swimming in the ocean, but still). I did have concerns about my dog finding out, because she can give some real judgmental looks at times, but fortunately she is a dog, so she wouldn't actually tell anyone. I released, and immediately felt the warmth pool in underwear before exploding down my leg and saturating my shorts. I continued to walking without missing a beat, pee streaming down my leg. I looked down and the shorts were really glistening wet as liquid bubbled over the folds in them. I had a quick look around again, for about the 4th time in 2 minutes. Still nobody as far as the eye could see. Eventually I finished and wow I felt so much better! We walked back to the car, heading into the soft sea breeze, which would only help to dry my pants. There were a few people around as we neared the car park, but far enough away not to be able to see anything. By the time we got to the car-park my shorts were all but dry, except for the parts touching my still damp cotton underwear. As we got to the car I felt my need increase again, and I contemplated letting go for a second wetting but I didn't really want freshly wet clothes in the car. So home we went, to wash the dog and figure out some wet plans for the evening. If anyone has any ideas for some fun games I should play in the next 24 hours please let me know!
  18. After a long "drought," I've finally managed, just now, a "decent" (oxymoron, lol?) hold and wet. (Problem is getting enough privacy.) I dressed in stuff that I could safely pee in -- wash if possible, disposable if not. (Old jeans, briefs, long underwear to make it run down legs, T-shirt.) .I put plastic protection and a towel on my (new) office chair, also on the floor. Then over the past 3 hours or so I drank 3 pints of beer and a few glasses of wine. Read over some of the best "Wetting Experiences" stories. Loved them! Well ... during this I leaked quite a bit (age maybe?), which I would have preferred to save for the planned big release. Eventually I stood on the prepared area (with a mirror to see the effect). It was hard to make it start (using pressure &c on bladder area) ... finally it started, flowed quite a bit! It never got to my (disposable) socks and slippers, but soaked the jeans. (Found out after, the new chair got wet in spite of the protection!) :( Two problems -- there wasn't enough volume to soak and wet satisfactorily ... and it wasn't (sexually) stimulating enough. Given that age might be a problem, as well as concern about privacy ... am I expecting too much? Can I do something differently that would work better? Thoughts and suggestions from any of you in a similar situation would be most welcome.
  19. Author’s Disclaimer: Hello all. Welcome to Spire. Actually, I don’t think I’ve explained in story yet why the name of the game is Spire. Anyways, it is better to think of this as a story about wetting/desperation, but as an mmo web novel that happens to contain elements of female desperation, accidental wetting, and deliberate wetting. The small section labeled “A/N:” at the end of some of the chapters explaining some of the references in the writing and occasional fun facts. Also, it can be glacially slow. You have been warned. Lastly, I plan on implementing a table of contents if possible. Enjoy. - Unbeknownst Table of Contents: Arc 1 Stalled Development Chapter 1: Introducing... Chapter 2: I Forgot Chapter 3: The Convention Chapter 4: Setup Chapter 5: Welcome to Spire Chapter 6: Steps Behind. Steps Ahead. Chapter 7: Catching Up Chapter 8: No Girls Allowed Chapter 9: The Party Gathers Chapter 10: Preparation Hunting Arc 2: In the works. (No that's not the name. I'm LITERALLY just starting on it.)
  20. When I was exploring wearing diapers I noticed the aisles always also had Gerber plastic panties of various sizes. One size was "over 35 pounds". One time I thought OK I'm over 35 pounds and I bought a pack. When I got home I put one on. It was a tight fit but I could get them on over my undies! I wore them to bed that night. A few nights later I decided to give them a try. As usual I got home after midnight and did not have to work the next day. I drank about 4 beers and about 2 hour later decided to go for a walk. I was aware of my bladder when I left. It was well after midnight so the neighborhood was quiet. I walked along the main street as my bladder filled. My bladder got painfully full after I had been walking 45 minutes away from home. I continued walking away from home as pressure waves came over my bladder, each stronger than the one before. Finally a huge pressure wave came over my bladder and I soon felt an orgasmic release as warmth spread from my crotch to my butt. The plastic panties contained it. I felt inside my pants and it was really just my undies were wet and they absorbed nearly all of it. I felt inside my plastic panties and my undies were saturated. I started the walk back and every few minutes a new pressure wave hit and I peed a little more. Each time I felt my plastic panties. A pool began to form. By the time I got home the plastic panties were bulging but had not yet leaked. It seemed i had found what I hoped to find.
  21. http://reductress.com/post/how-wetting-my-pants-out-of-spite-saved-my-marriage/ I did a Google search and came across this blog. Anyone ever done something like this, ever had someone do this to you? Other opinions? I've done what I called revenge or defiance wetting
  22. So I was out pretty much all day and I got back about 4 hours ago and I still hadn't used the bathroom, I didn't have to go badly or anything. I started having to go kind of bad after I had my dinner about and hour ago and I could feel an ache in my bladder so I decided to go pee. I felt like being naughty so instead of pulling everything down and peeing I decided I would just pee through my panties into the toilet to prevent mess. I sat down on the toilet with my panties on and it took a minute or so but pee began to dribble out and wet my pink satin panties. I could feel it up by my bum. I reached in between my legs and slowly started to rub as I continued to flood my panties. After I finished, I wrung out my panties whilst still wearing them so I didn't get pee everywhere when I stood up and then brushed a towel between my legs and dumped it in the wash and pulled my leggings back up over my wet panties. Right now I can feel a lovely wet patch up against my throbbing wetness and my bum. I took some photos for you guys, it's kind of hard to see the pee marks though ):
  23. I think our pee fetish is a great thing, so pleasurable and so renewable -- keep drinking and keep wetting! I'm lying in bed right now, having taken my soaked and leaking overnight diaper off. A moment ago I felt something warm and wet spreading across my lap, and I realized that I was wetting my pajamas almost without deciding to do so. That's almost as good a feeling as waking up already wetting. Maybe the next time I wet, my hot urine will make its ways under my bottom. I like when that happens inside my diaper, and I bet it will feel just as good in pajamas. I'm getting aroused just thinking about doing that. Oops, I just peed again! I'm incorrigible, but it felt so good to wet my pajamas, like that time I woke up just after wetting them back in December. As it did that time, my lap just now filled with hot pee. I'm getting aroused again as I feel the cooling wetness. I've wet my pajamas two more times as I've sat in bed, and every time feels just wonderful as hot pee spreads across my lap! I could lie here all day wetting myself like this, but instead I must get up, wipe off, and cook breakfast. Later today I'll resume playing in my wet bed. That will be fun!
  24. So this morning I was woken up by my housemate wanting to borrow my makeup bag, and the first thing she said when she walked into my room was "Oh my god, it absolutely stinks of vodka in here." As I drank considerable amounts of the stuff last night I didn't think much of it, so I spoke with her a little and then lay back down to sleep. I got to that dozing stage somewhere between asleep and awake where you're not quite dreaming but your thoughts aren't quite logical either. I was in this stage when an image came into my head: walking down the street with the luscious feeling of rivulets of pee running down both of my legs and collecting in my shoes, making them squish. Something about this image seemed a little too real to me and I sat up, frowning. That's when I realised I was no longer wearing the little thong I wore to go clubbing last night, but had on a big pair of white cotton knickers that I usually reserve for wetting and roleplay. I reached to the corner of my room and found the leggings I'd been wearing last night and sure enough, they were impressively soaked. They're a light red colour so the darker wet patch showed up very clearly and ran from the ankles almost up to the waistband. The white converse I'd been wearing were similarly sodden and both smelled very strongly of pee- not vodka as my housemate had mistakenly thought! A memory then entered my head of walking home last night feeling very drunk and needing to pee badly. Feeling a little naughty and not wanting to wait until I got home, I just let go. That hot rush of liquid seemed to caress my legs as it flowed easily through the thin material of my leggings before collecting in my shoes where it sloshed back and forth. It came in waves like an orgasm, each wave bringing with it a new bout of pleasure. Finally it stopped and I was left with the rapidly cooling liquid causing my leggings to cling to my skin. This morning I'm left with wet clothes and the memory of my accident now dominant in my mind. I'm waiting for my housemate to leave so that I can pleasure myself while remembering the feeling of those delicious fingers of pee running down my legs. It's my naughty little secret!
  25. Found this somewhere Don't think its on here yet omg... i had an accident... __(_▽_)__.flv
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