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This is probably the longest wetting story ever submitted to this forum! It was inspired by a story written by Lawrence Morgan some years ago, and augmented by my own experiences. You can email me at [email protected] Final Test.pdf

I was having a conversation at a client at their office the other day. Nothing was out of the ordinary, until a girl with a black sweater and light blue jeans walked in. She was perhaps 5 meters away from the table where we sat, in the pantry area. She came in to make herself a cup of tea. Standing with her back towards us, my heart suddenly stopped. From the corner of my eye, I was pretty sure I saw a sizeable, dark, wet patch in her crotch area. Wait, what? I had to have another look, but obviously didn't want my client to notice. Fortunately enough, as our meeting involved a few more people, the others continued talking and I was off the hook for a brief moment. Here was my chance: were my eyes lying? It turns out they weren't. Just meters away stood a woman that came straight from my dreams. This gorgeous blonde had deliberately wet herself at work, and was now walking around in wet denim, acting if it was the most normal thing in the world. No desperation, no hiding, nothing. Not a care in the world. I felt my right hand reach for my pocket to grab my phone. To others, it must have looked as if I had received a text message, but in reality, I had to capture this incredible moment for myself. Of course, reality sunk in fairly shortly after. Many people in this country commute by bicycle, and it had been raining earlier that day. In other words, this girl surely hadn't wet herself, but rather, her rain soaked bike saddle left a well placed wet mark on her jeans. Or did it...?

Good morning, As I posted somewhere last night I have been thinking about doing some deliberate leaking / wetting since I became a member of the forum last week. I was thinking to to go to Wal-Mart and buy some pads and briefs. I figured I would wait until sometime in the next week or two when my work takes me to a major city where I'm less likely to run into someone I know. Sad to say in our small village of less than 5000 people, you never know who you will run into and the rumors that will fly as a result. This morning was relatively quiet with no one else around the shop so I thought the heck with it and leak piss into my cotton briefs and the grungy pair of blue jeans I put on this morning that I normally use for painting or staining wood. I drank a full glass of water and was about half way through a coffee when my bladder began hinting it was time to use the bathroom. Letting out the first leaks was difficult, resulting in only a couple of drops here and there. But as I finished my coffee it became easier, with a total of about 15 leaks (averaging 2 seconds in length) every few minutes while sitting in my vinyl office chair - first pic. The last 4 or 5 leaks were about 5 - 6 seconds in length, every 30 seconds or so standing at my desk - second pic. Then it occurred to me, I didn't think to bring an extra change of clothes along to the shop. But outside the shop is a faucet with a garden hose so sprayed my pants down while while I let out a few more leaks....not 5 minutes later my shop buddy came in to pick up something he needed on a jobsite. I told him the garden hose got me while I was washing off a couple of things. LOL. So...my first wetting experience since I was a teenager, nearly 25 years ago 🙂

An African girl who is 25 years of age agreed to pee through her panties on my request. The panties is a size or two too big for her but still a good wetting in my opinion. Let me know what you think and maybe I can convince her to do a few more. Please note that I recorded a quick peak inside her panties where the nudity is visible. Due to poor lighting not much is seen though. Enjoy VID_20180925_191944.mp4

Hi, y'all! So, recently I had been sort of wanting to wet myself, and I stumbled upon a link to an amazing video, 'Piss yourself for my amusement.' (https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b882d3b8222e). I realised I had just found gold, and I had to try it. So I did. I don't want to spoil the video for anyone (yes there is a plot), so I'll skip straight to the end. Basically, I made it through the video, and at the end, because I had been a good boy, I got to release in my clothes. So I did. So, there I was, standing in the bathroom, emptying my bladder into my shorts and onto the floor. Halfway to empty, I came to the shocking realisation that the puddle beneath my feet was expanding way faster than I'd thought. This was a bit of a problem, as there are two mats in the bathroom, one white and one light blue. They may have possibly taken a bit of a hit, one could say. I quickly kicked them out of the way when I noticed. After finally emptying my bladder, and putting my wet clothes in the washing machine, I realised that there was another problem: the puddle on the floor. So, being veRy SmARt, I decided that since the mats were out of the way, I could, before showering, shower the floor. Yeah, um, I see nothing wrong with that idea. Good thing I didn't give my laptop a shower. In conclusion, we have learnt that: i) Always plan where you are going to give the floor a golden shower through your clothes, ii) Prepare the area to make sure you have minimal clean-up to do afterwards, iii) Showerheads are not built for accuracy. Don't trust them near electronics, and iv) yeS, I aM veRy SmARt. In essence: Thank you Mistress Rousson, very cool!

View File Slip wetting: Peeing in my panties & see through slip In response to Rachel's request for some download help. Submitter Cathyva Submitted 08/05/2019 Category Peeing

Hi all, this will be my first post of me peeing my jeans on purpose. Hope you enjoy it. peed jeans-broek geplast.mp4

Here is the story of two dates I had with a really amazing girl who came to mean a lot to me. I will include some extra non-omorashi related details in this story since the person involved in it will also be reading, and I hope she enjoys remembering the moments. Although I have met a lot of funny nice people through my Tinder omorashi profile, most were just that: funny nice people. I didn't feel connected enough to anyone to start a relationship and despite making a few friends, I only sparingly met someone who could actually indulge my fetish. Then almost 2 months ago I met this girl. She was very knowledgeable about art and history, sexually open and specially beautiful. She is Japanese, short hair, slightly larger boobs than most people, a round ass, slim waist, and well defined legs. We chatted for 2 weeks on tinder until we could finally meet (we don't live nearby each other). First date: She invited me to stay at her place while I was visiting Tokyo on business. She had never tried anything omorashi related before, never even had any accident. We would meet at a jazz bar and she said she could maybe pee her pants on the way home from there. We met, the place was nice, had a drink and chatted for some time. She was looking gorgeous and I was impressed at how easily our conversation flowed through the more diverse subjects. We finally decided to leave and go to her place. We took the train to Shinjuku and soon we were at her ap. Despite the good chat, she has a more "cool" style, and I got the impression maybe she wasn't into me after all, so I was not expecting anything. But soon after arriving at her place she surprised said "Oh, I forgot to pee my pants", to which I replied it was ok. It was our first date and she didn't share the fetish, so I didn't want to make her any uncomfortable. She asked if she could take a shower and proceeded right there to take off her clothes while inviting me to join her. I enjoy straightforward women, and that was a great surprise. After shower we first did her fetish (which I also enjoyed) of Japanese rope bondage, had some amazing sex, repeated it and went to sleep. I was too shy to ask anything about omorashi and she didn't mention it. Second date: Again on a trip to Tokyo we met. This time I went directly to her place. We enjoyed the night with some slightly artistic and very erotic bondage. On the morning after, we had breakfast together. Drunk some coffee and chatted more until we started getting a little frisky again. This time, before she removed her panties, I asked her if she could pee on them. We went to the bathroom, I sat at the ofuro wall and she stood over my lap with her legs spread apart. Her black lycra panties right in front of me. She asked 4 or 5 times "is it ok?", "are you sure it's ok?" as if she was afraid I was going to regret it. She said she indeed needed to pee, and before doing anything repeated again a few times "I'll pee", "I'm really going to do it". Then she finally said "I'm peeing!", covered her face with her hands very shyly and, maybe 2 or 3 seconds after a stream started coming out from between her legs. I was afraid she would get pee-shy and not be able to do it or do intermittently. Oh, I was wrong. She did it in a strong and long stream... just continued peeing and looking very shy. I could see the yellow pee running down her legs and feel it warmly in my lap, soaking my cock. While peeing she was blushing and a little giggly. While peeing she kept asking if it was ok and saying the obvious "I'm peeing on you", "you are wet with my pee", but I was loving it. After what I thought was the last of it, she sat on my lap with her back to me and I proceeded touching her, feeling her wet panties, not only wet of pee, but also she was clearly excited despite the embarrassment. Soon after, she tells me there is more and I tell her it's ok, then she pee again a sizable amount on my lap. I was very excited at how easily she could pee and also at how embarrassed and excited she was at the same time. We soon washed ourselves and continued our morning in the bed (without any more pee). Despite being obviously excited, I don't think she enjoyed the feeling of having pee on herself as she wanted to take a shower as soon as she finished. Third date: Last week she decided to come visit me at the countryside. We met and went to do some sightseeing together. I'm living at the uni dorm, where there is a worker who actually checks the cameras every day to see if people are bringing guests home, which is against the rules (not because of sex, but because some students were sharing the dorm room with other people and charging rent from them, which is against the rules, so they got really strict about anyone who is not a student going there). So we booked a Japanese style house nearby. Unfortunately this house had no shower, so we couldn't do any omorashi play there. The plan was going to a hot spring for shower and then to the house, but instead we decided to go for a few hours to a Love Hotel and then to the house to sleep. Arriving at the love hotel she showed me the white cotton panties she brought just for wetting for me. We started making out in the bed and she asked me if I wanted to go to the bathroom so she could wet for me just like last time. Instead I got a towel, put on the bed and said I wanted her to wet right there, while we were making out. She got on top of me and we continued making out for some time. I told her to surprise me, she could pee any time. It took a while and first she started peeing just a little. I could feel the pee dripping on my crotch. Just a small amount, and she said she shouldn't have used the toilet 30m before. Then she proceeded to drink some tea and we continued making out. Since she seemed worried about making the bed wet, I didn't insist, but after some time she peed a little more, to my surprise. And then said "I can pee more" and continued peeing slowly until I could feel her pee running between my legs and soaking below. It was amazing the feeling of her warm pee spreading around me and wetting the towel under us. Meanwhile we kept making out. Before making the bed completely wet, we decided to go to the bathroom where we did just like on the first time, she sat on my lap and finished her pee while I touched her. Amazingly she can continue peeing even while being touched. We showered and had sex on the bed. After we went again to the bathroom to shower one more time, this time as soon as we got there she spreads her leg and says she still has some pee. Before I even say anything I noticed she was already happily peeing with her legs spread apart. She finished and said next time she wants me to pee on her too. I think she has just acquired a new fetish ;) After we went to the house no more pee stuff. But we enjoyed our night nevertheless.... I tied her in one of the door beams and teased her. Next time maybe we could mix some omorashi into the bondage.

An amateur girl wets her jeans on camera :) .

Hi guys, I've been lurking around for really long, and have been reading amazing stories. I have some wild fantasies for myself, so I figure why not write them down into stories. So here it is, my first contribution to the site. I haven't written fanfictions for long so if the language is rusty, sorry. Also, in this I'd incorporate another fetish of mine, sorry if it ruins the mood. ------------------------ I've been seeing my girlfriend, Alice, for the last half a year. I've had a crush on her for long; I love her cute round face, her huge glasses, her petite body, her quirky personality. She was, what I would call, a little pile of cuteness. It was senior year, and I figured, there wasn't anything to lose, so I pulled up my courage to ask her out, and by RNGesus blessings, she said yes! So, here we are, having done with our exams, out of school, and still madly in love. Enough on our relationship. Alice is an Asian girl, with a skin tone fairer than most girls around; just a mere 5", with black straight hair flowing down until her waist. She always sports a huge-framed pair of glasses, which looks amazing on her tiny round face. The cutest girlfriend I could ever ask for. We've planned for this trip to the beach for months. Just two of us, no parents, no friends. It took some, and I mean a real lot of convincing, but our parents finally agreed to let us go. We took a train to the beach town, and shared a dirt cheap motel room together. For a few days, things were perfect. Alice by my side, we play on the beach, hike mountains, ride bikes along the windy shores, and fall asleep cuddling each other. It was the third day of our vacation. Today we were heading over to a secluded section of the beach, where not so many tourists know of, since the way in is a dirt trail out of nowhere separating from the main street. I just happened to find this place while checking out Google satellite map. We packed our small sling bags with swimwear and spare clothes, and headed out. We arrived in less than an hour, indeed, the entire area was empty for miles. Alice suddenly winked at me and whispered "I have a little surprise for you!" "What's that?" I asked "Just go and get changed, you'll see! And don't peep!" She naughtily responded. So I found a bush, stripped off my clothes and put on my swimming trunk. I walked back out, waiting for Alice. And holy shit... She was wearing our full school uniform! White blouse, a form fitting, navy blue knee length skirt, a navy blue tie, knee socks and finished with black loafers. She looked... stunning. Like an angel, in that uniform, in this place out of nowhere. I had a hard on in a microsecond; she just smiled and said "I figure you deserve a little treat". My tongue just tied itself in my mouth and I couldn't say a word. We sat down along the tree line, watching the beach, hand in hand. I can't stop staring at her pristine white blouse and neatly pressed skirt; she knew it and just smiled the whole time. We talked, talked a lot, about our memories in high school, our plans, our future together etc. And after a while, I realised she was constantly shifting around. "What's with that...uh... shuffling? Ants or something?" I asked. "Well let's just say... I had a lot to drink this morning, and now I'm pretty kinda have a lot of water down there..." I had the hardest erection in my life, and before I could ask, she said "Yeah, I know about your... peculiar fetish. I saw it on your phone once, when you left it open". I was totally red by then. "It's all right" she said "let's just talk for a bit more". A few minutes later, she blurted out "It's... I'm about to wet!". And without saying a thing, she jumped onto my lap. Her butt, covered with the soft material of the skirt, was rubbing onto my penis. She was bending over, pressing down hard on the front hem. "You're ok?" "NO, I'm going to... It's leaking!" A hiss was heard, and her bottom had a damp spot. I can feel it directly on my bare thigh. "It won't stop!" She kept straining, holding hard onto the skirt, but it was useless. Hiss after hiss, spurt after spurt came out, in less than ten seconds, there was a large enough wet patch. It was spreading all over, even wetting my swimming trunk. She managed to stem the flow for a bit, turn around and with a smile, asked me "that was amazing, isn't it? I still have a bladder full down there!" I was totally mute, and could only respond with a nod. My swimming trunk was already creamed at that point. And for the next five minutes, it was heaven on earth. None of us said a single word; Alice was still there with her soaked skirt, and releasing her bladder spurt by spurt. She sure was holding a lot; by the end, her skirt was totally soaked front to back, even the bottom of her blouse was damp. I felt like the luckiest man on earth, having this 'pile of cuteness' sitting on me, now with a completely soaked skirt. We just stayed there, resumed with our small talk, while I was constantly rubbing her wet skirt, savouring the wetness and the glistening fabric. Then after a while, she stood up and declared "I have to wash this off, or else it's ruining my uniform!" And headed straight for the water. She nonchalantly stepped in, first wetting her shoes, and the socks, up to knee level. “It’s so cold, come in with me!” I dashed in immediately and hugged her, well, more like pounced on her. She lost balance and fell off, and in a moment, her entire uniform was soaking wet. We hugged and kissed and cuddled, playing in the waves, my bare skin rubbing against her soaking wet uniform, it was indeed, heavenly. For a while, I just wanted this to last forever, I’d even die right here, right now, in the arms of Alice and her wet uniform. It was noon. The sun was already high up, Alice and I was tired. We decided it was time to head back to our hotel. I grabbed my bag and went behind a bush, wiped myself off, and changed back to street clothes. When I was done, I realized Alice was still standing there, in her wet clothes. “Why aren’t you changing?” “Nah, I like it this way. It feels good. I won’t get sick, it’s warm here”. Knowing I can’t make her change her mind, and I honestly wouldn’t want either, I just said “Then let’s go home!”. We walked past the trail, back onto the main road and headed back. Alice didn’t seem to mind the uniform flapping around, sticking to her thigh as she walked. The tropical sun was intense enough that, by the time we was almost back, her uniform was completely dry! Except for the bits of sand and wrinkles, no one could have known she just soaked that outfit with pee and sea water. As we cross the park near the hotel, Alice tugged my arm with a shy smile. “What is it?” I asked “Well, I sorta, have to like, pee again, really bad” “Well, just pee then, I guess” I replied, with a naughty smirk, and Alice got it. She squatted down on the grass, without even getting the skirt out of the way, and just peed through it. “Well, save the rest for later!” she said, as she stood up just after a few seconds of peeing, but enough to soak the back of her skirt. And with that, she casually walked in front of me on the way back, teasing me with her butt, the glistening skirt hugging it tightly, and the occasional desperation dance. We entered our room, and I, at this point, pumped with adrenaline and whatever dozens of hormones, told her “Now, show me what you have, will you?” Without a word, Alice pressed down on the front hem, and peed out the rest onto the floor, streams of pee flowing through the front of her skirt and through her palm. She sat down on her puddle, made a fake but extremely cute cry, and whimpered “I’ve been a bad student…punish me”. I couldn’t hold it anymore, tore off my clothes, lifted up her skirt and went down on her right there, with the uniform still on. That was the moment when I understood the meaning of ‘ecstasy’

So I worked in my downtown office all day and had a business function in the early evening. Didn't plan it ahead but I thought I should play with the bladder a little. It was quite full but not uncomfortable when I left for the cocktail. Drank wine and did networking from 5:45 to 8:00pm. I was feeling an urge to go but decided I could wait more. My last pee was around 4pm. Left for dinner, a short walk away. Had 2 pints of beers. I was definitely starting to feel like I should be going to the men's room. I decided to hold until I reached home, prepared to deal with heavy leaking if I couldn't stop it. At 20 to 10pm I left. I knew I had 45 minutes of walking - metro - walking. Ride was uncomfortable but I could hang on. I was kinda obsessed by the urging sensation. I had erotic thoughts to spice things up. I arrived home and I felt I could hold a little more but I was really uncomfortable. I let go a few mills... then more. Piss flowed right down my ankle. I slowed down and caressed myself. It felt good. I let go fully... It was a great feeling of relief, sensations, freedom. It was quite enjoyable, I will certainly do that again.

I'm running an experiment starting tomorrow. And I wanna rope as many of you into it as I can. I'll be posting at the beginning and end of every week. The experiment consists of rolling a random number from 1-7 at the beginning of every week. Of the day corresponding to that number I must deliberately wet myself in my clothes. This is to see if conditioning my body to see wetting my clothes as acceptable will cause my bladder to weaken. I will post on the beginning of the week what day I'll wet myself (1-7) And I'll post at the end of the week how that wetting went and if I feel anything different. If I start having genuine accidents I'll record them on here the day they happen. So that's it. I have the rules of my experiment her if you want to follow along.

A big turn on/fantasy for me is losing control or deliberately wetting while in the arms of a partner and them losing control or deliberately wetting aswell. I have always been a sucker for cuddling as it is in my eyes one of the strongest forms of bonding put there and I just feel it is very nice and wholesome. Sometimes about throwing omo into the mix and feeling both you and your partners hot piss sort of mixing as you embrace while you both experience the same exact relief just seems really nice and not even in a overly sexual way. So this begs the question, what are your thoughts on this. Does someone else share this fantasy or is this one hyper specific to me?

View File ⭐ Pink Panties Bedwetting! New clip. Heres a new little clip. I felt really horny and wet my bed just now! 🤭💕 Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 12/18/2021 Category AliceWetting  

Hey everyone 🙂 I don't remember if I got this idea from Tumblr or from here, but it takes place in a reality unlike ours in one critical way: most people never pee or poo. A minority who retain toilet needs are seen as suffering from a disability of sorts, and live with the challenges a world with far fewer toilets and no universal understanding of bodily urges would present. I hope you enjoy it. 😄 And I apologize for any formatting weirdness; it's been giving me difficulties transferring from Google Docs. Jace Harper totally had friends. He didn't see them outside of school but sat with them every day at lunch. As long as he kept succeeding at being cool, he wouldn't get grouped in and made fun of with the other weird kids. But what was infinitely uncool started happening to him in the middle of tenth grade science. It had announced itself earlier that morning, with a slight feeling of bloat on the bus ride to school. By third period, it had only gotten much worse. A strange pressure had built up in his lower belly that made him want to flex his private parts. He had no idea why, but doing that seemed to help. It did not help forever though. His muscles were getting tired and the pain and pressure had increased. It could have been his imagination, but he felt like drinking continuously from his water bottle as he was doing had somehow made the feeling worse. He eased up on it for the moment. Ms. Davies yammered on, but the tan, black-haired sophomore did not have it in him to listen. He bunched the fabric of his shirt in his armpits to absorb the sweat accumulating there. Something was undeniably wrong, but what? If he asked to go to the nurse, what would he say? A stomachache wasn't a good enough reason to leave class, nor could he say he simply didn’t feel well. He would just have to hang on and hope this mystery illness passed. Unfortunately, the full, squeezing feeling continued to swell, and spread downward to make a stabbing pang at the base of his penis. He slipped a flip-flop off and sat on his bare heel, which bought him a little relief. Still, panic had him clutching the rail on his desk, and blinking back the tears filling his eyes. Was something broken inside him and he was wasting his last few minutes of life hearing about the stages of mitosis? Or was this another feature of puberty he never learned? He had racked up enough experience with self-pleasure to notice the feeling was somewhat similar to being highly aroused, but it hurt more, and could probably not be relieved by getting off. What did seem to help some more was pushing hard with his hand between his legs instead, or pinching his member like the neck of a balloon. It didn’t stop the pressure, but helped take the burden off his burning muscles down there. Perhaps it had been too long since he touched himself last and his load was going to come out whether he came or not. Dear God he hoped not. His friend Thomas looked his way, smirking. “Dude, why are you grabbing your dick?” The way Thomas drew attention to his situation probably just made things worse, but regardless, he came off as less than sincere. Jace was staring down the barrel of making a mortifying mess of himself in front of everyone, and was less than in a hurry to have his lunch-table acquaintance join in on the spectacle. “I’m not.” Once again, what was he supposed to say? Still, he tried to be sneakier about it. Thomas had looked away by now, but Jace suddenly shuddered, like he was struck with a chill. His crotch was warm where he had been squeezing himself through his pants, and he could have sworn a bit damp as well. It could have been simply sweat from his hand from the effort of clamping it so hard, but during the shiver, it felt distinctly like something squirted out of him. As covertly as he could, he slipped a hand in his khaki shorts, touched the damp spot, and withdrew it again to look. Whew. At least it wasn’t blood, but it wasn’t the other fluid he expected either. The liquid had a unique smell to it. Not bad, but certainly different. The intensity of the pressing feeling between his legs shot up-- badly. All the ways he was coping: flexing his lower parts, sitting on his heel, crushing his shaft with a deathgrip, none of it helped enough to stave off the push now. It hurt so much, and now instead of trying to resist the feeling, his instinct was to relax. He breathed out, and let whatever was going to happen, happen. The same liquid that had made the damp spot in his underwear now started pouring out of his penis. So, so much of it. It instantly soaked his boxers with a warm wave, and made a trilling splashing noise as it kept spraying out. He sat there braced and quaking, his heart thudding as he kept getting wetter. Ms. Davies had paused her lesson now that kids had started murmuring and staring at Jace, the source of the strange sound. By then the liquid had filled his shorts and started blazing warm trails down the backs of his legs, slicking his sandals before spilling off those too onto the speckled white tile. Save for Thomas, who was murmuring, “What the fu…”, the whole class was speechless. Someone broke the silence with, “Did he hide a water balloon in his pants?" Laughter bounced around the room. Finally someone else took him seriously. "Is he okay?” The teacher repeated the question to Jace. On one hand, just about everything below the waist on him was drenched, itchy and clinging to him, and smelling. But on the other, the pressure was gone, and he appeared no worse for wear. “I dunno,” he said, “Sorry.” “It’s okay,” Ms. Davies reassured, writing him a pass, “You need someone to walk you to the clinic?” He glanced toward Thomas, then reconsidered. “I think I’ll be fine.” Despite being covered in wetness now, Jace felt better than he had all day. He tried to stand up gently, but still slung drops of the stuff everywhere and left a trail of wet footprints behind him. The nurse was the only one so far that day who seemed to have a grip on the situation. “Oh, honey,” she said, “Come on in. Just don’t sit on anything if you can help it.” Jace did as he was told and stood in the middle of the room. He went to put his hands in his pockets, but recoiled when he felt how wet they were. “Do you know what happened to me?” he asked. The nurse nodded. “Oh yeah. It was a WE. That stands for ‘waste emission.’ Yours was type-1, which is where a liquid called ‘urine’ builds up and has to come out. As luck would have it, that happens through the groin. Pretty embarrassing, but you’re not gonna die, and you probably feel better now, right?” “Yeah,” he admitted, looking away, “Just... it’s never happened before.” “Well, right now all you’ve gotta do is get cleaned up and get some dry clothes. It could be a one-and-done thing, could be once in a while, or I hate to say it but sometimes people have to deal with it several times a day.” She opened a cabinet and pulled out a P.E. uniform for him. “Okay, you just get changed in the bathroom, sit tight, and I’ll call somebody to come pick you up. We’re not gonna make you carry your wet stuff around for the rest of the day.” “Thanks,” he said. It seemed a little excessive that he should get the rest of the day off, but having something gush out of his dick in the middle of class was pretty unsettling and embarrassing. At least it wasn’t dangerous, or in front of anyone he had a crush on. The nurse notified his parents of what happened, so there was no keeping the reasoning a secret. At least when his mom came to get him, he got away with saying he didn’t want to talk about it. After a stop at the store, he would get to relax for the rest of the night-- crisis handled. At least, it was handled until the achey feeling in his belly came back in the middle of shopping. The nurse said it might happen again, but so soon? His sandals weren’t even fully dry from when he had urine running out his shorts before. Was he going to have another WE incident in the store? He swallowed and tried to look normal, but started to lag behind as his steps had gotten smaller. When his mom turned around, there was no hiding his discomfort. “You alright?” she asked, “Is it happening again?” “No,” he snapped, crossing his arms, “I’m just ready to be out of here already.” That second part was not quite a lie, at least. He did not want to become some weirdo or sympathy case. He just needed somewhere to let the liquid out discreetly, and home was better than here. The pressure spiked more sharply now than the first time though. What took the better part of several hours to reach a critical point this morning was now taking just a few minutes. On top of that, having to walk around made controlling himself a lot harder than when he got to sit and focus. He settled for rubbing the hem of his grey shirt, crossing one knee over the other, bouncing his heels, and when he thought no one was looking, squeezing his crotch. That’s what felt better than trying any other methods, but it was the most obvious. He saved it for when the pushing got really bad. As he suspected, it was not long before even those tactics started to fail. His stomach hurt, the muscles behind his penis trembled, and all he wanted to do was relax like before and feel it shoot out. In hindsight, it had felt amazing. Even the anticipation that came with being full and squirmy like this brought a little excitement with it. As much as to stop the WE from happening, he started squeezing his dick to hide the fact that it was getting stiff. The severity of the urge brought him back to reality though. It was insanely gross, and more messed-up still to get pleasure from a strange medical condition. And even if he enjoyed the release, he and his mom would probably be kicked out of the store if he made a puddle again. For that reason he had to hold on. Or maybe… A devious thought materialized to him: if it were possible to let out just a little at a time, like last time when it made a tiny spot on his underwear. He was going commando in his P.E. shorts, so almost any amount would run right out, but few would notice, let alone be able to trace little drops back to him if he leaked here and there while walking around. It would just have to be his dirty secret. The difficulty of letting out just a little took him by surprise. Every time he started to let up, it felt like it would be a huge spray. But eventually, he got the touch right, and managed a controlled squirt. One burst landed warmly on his shin, with a few other drops turning into shiny splats on the floor. He didn’t even feel any in his pants until the wet part brushed against his upper thigh. Now a new problem presented itself: he started getting erect again. Having no underwear and only the thin navy shorts to cover him, he would have to adjust himself to avoid pitching a horrible, WE-spotted tent in public. He tucked the head up into his waistband, hoping his shirt would not come up and expose him. It would have to do. Another fun side-effect came from his new arrangement: when he let some liquid out, it spilled over the tip of his penis and trickled down past his balls. When he continued to leak, he got it to keep dripping from there onto his inner thighs. If anyone from school found out he was doing this, it would make him social poison. To be seen talking to him would mean instant shunning by association. It turned his stomach to think of what would happen if he were to be found out. But at the same time, he really had no choice. The WE was coming whether he let it out slowly, or tried to stop it and it happened all at once. Might as well keep leaking to have some measure of control over the mess. He walked and dribbled. It seemed his plan was working, as most of it ran down his legs where he could rub his calves together and render it invisible. The rest made dark spots on his shorts, but their color and half coverage from his shirt made it hardly noticeable. Hardly noticeable to strangers, perhaps. At one point, his mother caught sight of him-- wet shorts, shiny legs, and all. She leaned in close and sternly whispered, “You told me you weren’t having another WE. What are we supposed to do now?” “I don’t know,” he protested, coming down from the high of having started to slowly wet himself again, “It just kind of snuck up on me.” She nodded toward the front door. “Go outside. You’re gonna make a mess.” “It’s almost done, do I really have to?” Standing by himself outside, especially in the bright sunlight, would be much more attention-grabbing than getting the partial cover of shopping. He would look like a total disaster. Best to avoid that if he could. “Yes, you have to!” she urged. “You’re being ridiculous, you’re soaking wet. I’m not kidding. I’m not mad at you, but I don’t want them to kick us out and I have to pay for this stuff first. I’d rather not make another trip some other time.” “Urgh!” As much as the groan he made was in protest of her decision, it was also a result of his ongoing struggle. His WE was not even close to “almost done.” Even while he argued with her, he squirmed and danced in place. His muscles had already become used to half-relaxation when the pressure ramped up without warning. Just as before, it started rushing out. He bit his lip and tried pinching his dick shut, but it was no use. The way he had his member tucked into his waistband made the stream shoot upwards into his shirt. He managed to point it off to the side in his pants after a moment, for what little difference it made. His grey shirt now had a large, extremely distinct wet spot on the front, and his left pant leg served as the spout for a vigorous warm WE spray that rained down to form an impressive puddle. At this rate his flip-flops might never have been dry again. His mother grabbed his arm. “Come on,” she said quietly, “Let’s just pay for this stuff and go. What am I gonna do with you?” “I just wanna know why this is happening all the sudden,” Jace said. His mom sighed. “I’m sorry I snapped at you, but this worries me. I want to figure it out for your sake.” At least they managed to escape the grocery store without being accosted by management. After a somewhat smelly car ride and aching belly from all the exertion, he somehow stayed dry for the rest of the evening. Perhaps he did have a chance for things to go back to normal.

I have been wanting to do a sneaky wetting in public for a while, but I am NOT interested in being seen or noticed at all, so I’ve always chickened out. Today I decided to just go for it! I was going for a run, and I know from experience that my leggings hardly show any wetness. I’ve never wet in them before, but I’ve been plenty sweaty in them, and they’re basically sweat camouflage. 😄 I even did a tiny dribble before I went out, both to reassure myself that it wouldn’t show, and to put myself in the right mood, so to speak. 😈 It was a new experience to start a run with wet fabric touching my delicate areas! Very naughty. The run itself was uneventful, but on my cool-down walk I tried to let some out. Turns out I can’t actually pee while moving, so I stopped to “stretch”. While leaning on a lamppost, I was able to relax my muscles enough to let it flow. And WHAT. A. RUSH!!! I actually spurted a bit more forcefully than I had intended and had a moment of panic when I couldn’t immediately pinch off the flow! It kept going for a couple of seconds longer than I planned. I was only going for a sneaky wet spot right at my crotch — a little tiny leak — but instead I could feel the wetness run about a third of the way down both thighs. 🙀 I didn’t dare look down! There was nobody nearby, but I didn’t want to draw any attention to myself, in case it was very visible. While I was approaching my door, my neighbor waved at me from around 50 feet away, and I made like the Madagascar penguins, “just smile and wave!”, acutely aware of the wetness between my legs that I was hoping was not too visible. Heart hammering, I made it inside and was relieved to find that it was almost impossible to spot the wetness, thank God! I could barely see it myself, knowing exactly where the outline was, so it would have been impossible for anyone else to see. Holy crap, what an amazing feeling, though! I wet my pants in public (a little, at least), and got away with it! 💛 I think I’ll probably want to do that again…

Anyone else into running / cycling? Nothing makes a long ride or run more interesting than some wet fun.... And I love how practical and discreet it is! Well can be I should say...

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Holy moly, you guys! I may have accidentally stumbled upon a pair of pants that DO. NOT. SHOW. WETNESS! Like, at all! I'm new here, and I know there have been quite a few posts from me in the past couple of weeks. While I have had this ... interest ... since I was a kid (I literally wrote stories about girls similar to me who wet themselves in secret notebooks I hid under the mattress. Internet was not a thing until I was an adult!), my interest and indulgence in omo fun ebbs and flows. I may go months without having any interest, and then suddenly, something sparks my imagination and off I go. Right now I am very much in "flow" mode (pun intended 😜), hence the new account and many posts, and it seems wetting my pants whenever opportunity strikes is all I can think about. And then, as suddenly as my obsession was sparked, it's like I hit my "saturation point" (again, very much pun intended 🤭) and I never think about it again for months. Anyway... my discovery! I had changed my pants earlier today after some ... overexcitement ... at lunch time, which left my first pair of the day in need of washing, and I had put on my third pair of sweatpants in two days. These are rather ratty-looking and definitely only for lounging at home. They are made from thick, dark gray fleece that has pilled all over and is looking rather sad. I'm not even sure the fleece is intended for clothes, because it is rather clammy to wear, but I have kept these pants for use at home when my other sweatpants are in the wash, because if all I'm doing is lounge around, they ARE comfortable. Hence my wearing them this afternoon. I had the rare opportunity of having the house to myself again for a while, and could not resist a little wet fun before hopping in the shower. In my experiments earlier today (see my previous post), I experienced something that felt almost like a mini-peegasm, and let's just say I was very curious to see if I could replicate the sensation. I didn't quite achieve that, but my leaks and spurts did soak my underwear beyond capacity and I could feel the pee run down my legs. It was such a naughty sensation, so I relaxed and emptied my bladder completely. Ah! Bliss! I was standing in the shower and there were puddles on the floor where the pee had come out at the bottom cuffs of my pants. I could feel wetness ALL the way up my front and back, as well as all the way down the insides of both my legs. And my pants are slim-fitting, almost like leggings. But on my pants? NOTHING! Nada. It seems whatever cheap polyester my pants are made from, does not absorb moisture at all. I hung out in my wet pants for a bit (no sitting down! 😅) and gulped down a large glass of water, just so I could re-wet them and actually see what was going on. Not long after, I once again stood in the shower and gushed pee into my pants and down my legs. Nothing! What!?! I took them off and inspected them closely under bright lights, and could barely make out the outline of a slightly less dry area right at my crotch, but if I had been wearing them in public and it was, say, less than full-on sunshine, it would be IMPOSSIBLE to see wetness, unless you were close enough to see it dripping out my cuffs and onto the grass. I have never wet in these pants before, but if they make it out of the wash without smelling like pee (it's anyone's guess with this polyester) I'm definitely taking them out for a spin in public!

I was naughty today! I am now fresh out of the shower with a load of laundry going, so I thought I would tell you about a fun game I sometimes play with myself. 😈 Here's the thing: I like desperation as a concept, but in reality, I have really good control, and it just takes too long for me to get truly desperate. When I try to do holds, I get frustrated at the pain and discomfort, lose interest and just wet myself to get it over with... Also, it's the wetting itself that most interests me, so desperation does not necessarily have to factor into it. I have found, however, that I can simulate desperation whenever I'm in the mood for some naughty wet fun. A game I often play with myself is this: I stand with my feet hip-width apart and I do not permit myself to cross my legs or use my hand to help me hold. I then relax my muscles enough that my pee descends my urethra and sits right at the opening. The outer muscles are all that's keeping it inside. This generates a sense of urgency that is quite strong, even if I don't really have to go all that much. Sometimes I tighten my muscles again and "pull" the pee back inside, and sometimes, like if I'm about to hop in the shower, I let myself dribble a tiny bit into my underwear. This feels really naughty and is very arousing, but I don't have to deal with any clean-up afterwards. Win-win! However, if I'm in the mood for some wet fun, I have found a way to escalate this game. I drink enough fluids to make my bladder pleasantly full. There is a sweet spot that I like to get to, where I definitely need to pee, and it is quite urgent, but I'm not yet desperate. If I play my little relaxing-my-muscles game in this state, the sense of urgency I am able to generate is INTENSE! I like to keep it that way for a while, before I relax a tiiiiny bit more and let a little dribble out. Because I really do need to pee at this point, I find it much harder to actually pinch off the flow, and sometimes the slow trickle keeps going for a couple of seconds before I'm able to stop it. And even if I set myself up for it, this "involuntary" leaking really turns me on. If I have to go quite badly, like I did today, my holding muscles sometimes do a sort of spasm when I tighten them to stop the flow, which leads to a strong second-long gush of pee into my pants before I'm able to stop myself. This sensation is the closest I've ever gotten to uncontrollable wetting as an adult, and it never fails to stir my loins. 😜 Today I took it up a notch. I stood in front of a full-length mirror, repeated the "relaxing" process three times, with a satisfying gush every time. I was wearing gray, relatively slim joggers, and I was surprised at how much pee I could actually release into my pants before it was immediately visible. There was a sizeable wet spot at my crotch, but as long as I kept my thighs together, it would not have been noticeable to casual passers by. I then continued with another favorite of mine: the slow release. Instead of relaxing my muscles completely and flooding my pants, I kept releasing my pee in controlled, slow spurts. This allows the fabric of my pants to soak up each spurt in turn, leading to a uniform wet spot slowly creeping outward and down my legs. This both limits the subsequent clean-up (which I detest) AND prolongs the sensation of wetting, as I get to re-experience releasing my pee into my pants again, and again, and again. 💛 After about five minutes of this, I had released a full bladder's worth of pee into my pants without a single drop spilled on the floor. The dark wet spot was a uniform semi-circular shape, extending down to around mid-calf, standing out starkly against the light gray of the dry parts of my joggers. Sadly, no pictures or video, as I was too busy enjoying myself. 😈

We were laying in bed watching tv and she got the sudden urge to wet herself. I said “if you’re gonna do it, do it where I can get a good look”. So she climbed up on top of me like this and pissed a hard hissy stream a foot away from my face. Looked good, felt good, tasted good 😍 10/10, would recommend