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  1. Dimwitrolo

    female DrunkAtBar.png

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Everything you drink has to go somewhere And right now that somewhere is on the floor Trying out a new style with thicker lines - what are your thoughts? Prefer the old way, or am I on to something with this?
  2. View File D*runk Girl Wetting Kates flat mate arrives home to find a very d*runk girl and a missing bottle of ! As Kate tries to follow along with the conversation over where his bottle of drink may be, she giggles and obviously has little control over herself. This becomes even more apparent when she begins to p*ee her pants! Submitter melikai Submitted 11/03/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Pajamas  
  3. melikai

    D*runk Girl Wetting

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    Kates flat mate arrives home to find a very d*runk girl and a missing bottle of ! As Kate tries to follow along with the conversation over where his bottle of drink may be, she giggles and obviously has little control over herself. This becomes even more apparent when she begins to p*ee her pants!

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    I have seen a few of these clips here before but not the whole thing. Apologies if it's a repost. But these girls are pissed in public and soon they piss... all over themselves, in front of a stronger/or a friend! Super cute! Enjoy, Rach

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  5. Wet the Bed Friday night, my husband and I decided that we would go out with some friends for drinks after work. So we met up with them at a lovely trendy craft beer place, and ordered flight after flight of tasters. I ended up trying a ton of different beers – some good, some clearly trying too hard, but that’s how it goes with craft beer. I was still in my work clothes (in this case a black pencil skirt, cotton panties, and a purple blouse) and was getting pretty sloppy. For those of you who will know me, I’ve got a tendency to be a slightly sloppy drunk. Well, we were 4 (or maybe 5) flights in, and my hubby wrapped things up and called us a cab (an hour long Skytrain ride would have resulted in me getting up to some bad behaviour on the train, I’m sure, or having a public accident. My husband is well aware of my sloppy drunken tendencies, and often takes care of me in these situations, making sure I don’t have more, and helping me get ready for bed (which if I’ve been drinking means getting me into a diaper). Well tonight, he was about as drunk as I was, it was a long week for him and he was helping to finish off the stronger beers, and some of those craft beers are pretty strong (one particular imperial IPA comes to mind... sort of). Anyhow, he had it together to get us a cab and home, but once we were home, we were both pretty wired, so we ended up making a couple of gin and tonics, and watching Netflix on the couch. At some god awful hour, we decided to head to be, though I have only vague recollections of this. Before this fateful time, we decided to have another gin and tonic, and my hubby, being British, made them strong. I don’t know what being British has to do with it, but he insists it’s some sort of national thing, particularly after a couple. We went to bed and I remember stripping naked, and possibly mumbling something like “Hun, I’m a bedwetting risk tonight, I should probably wear something.” And him brushing it off or I’m not sure what. Anyhow, I just crawled into bed and was out like a light. Not only did I not put on a diaper, but I also didn’t even go to the bathroom before crashing. I remember waking up, and feeling completely soaked, both the bedding underneath me, and my thighs and sex. I felt about and my inner thighs were very wet, like I had woken up while still peeing or having just finished. I still felt like I needed to pee urgently, and I remember staggering up, dripping everywhere, and peeing in the washroom. Slightly drunken and sleepy Rachel came back from the bathroom with a towel, and I put this down to lie on, and I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up some time later feeling wet again, either the pee from the bed had soaked through the towel, or, which was much more likely, I had wet the bed again. I was feeling sticky, and hot, and wet, and not a little surprised, as usually I sleep through these sorts of things and just wake up in the morning in a puddle. I should point out that on both of these occasions, my husband just lay next to me, snoring, oblivious. Also, on neither occasion had my wet spot reached him, or so it seemed. Anyhow, my bladder was empty, and I was sober. Mostly. I just wanted to get some sleep, but didn’t want a hangover and didn’t want to lay in a puddle. So I got up, had two moderate-sized glass of water, and put down my Peepod mat, something I should have done initially, and slid a Goodnite up my sticky legs. I then crashed out and slept the rest of the night. We ended up sleeping in to about 11 am, which was lovely, though every time my husband tried to cuddle, I kept him away, worried he’d roll into my puddle. When I say we slept in to 11am, I should note that I woke up again at about 9 am and found my Goodnite wet and my legs still sticky and uncomfortable. I opted to just leave it on, and roll over, already a mess. When we finally did get up, my husband was almost oblivious to the fact that I’d had a major bedwetting accident beside him. Even after I said that I was going to do the laundry apologetically, he didn’t clue in. It was only after he had woken up a little, rolled over and felt me on the dry, Peepod pad, that he remembered that my wetting the bed might have been a worry, and then he only realized that the Peepod was concealing a large puddle, after I told him apologetically. I got up and stripped the bed, still wearing my wet Goodnite. I enjoyed the feeling of shame that is associated with stripping a wet bed in the morning, magnified by my being in a wet Goodnite. It was only after all the wet sheets, the towel, the Peepod pad and the ‘waterproof’ mattress cover were stripped did I realize that the mattress cover had failed to do its job and that the mattress was wet. As you can see from these pictures I snapped during the process, this was certainly not the first time that I have wet our bed, and that when my bedwetting issues cropped up again, that we had trouble finding a good mattress cover. Anyhow, still wearing nothing but a wet Goodnite, I made my way to the bathroom to shower. My legs were sticky with sweat (as it had been a hot night), and pee (as I’d wet the bed three times). The good news was that the water seemed to have helped and I was not hung over. Or at least not all that much. I showered off, had some breakfast and tea. Thinking about the evening, my feelings of shame waking up in the morning, and all the complicated emotions that I have around bedwetting made me very aroused and I will admit to bringing myself to orgasm while ridding my hung-over husband, who needed some coaxing, given his hangover. I’ve not wet the bed unintentionally in a while, I thought I’d share. Rach
  6. Dimwitrolo

    female Drunk Samantha

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    "I-I'm not that d-drunk...honestly...I do feel really warm though..."
  7. View File DLDDK-01DL1 - Public Drunken Wetting I have seen a few of these clips here before but not the whole thing. Apologies if it's a repost. But these girls are pissed in public and soon they piss... all over themselves, in front of a stronger/or a friend! Super cute! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/16/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing  
  8. Hi I am looking for photos and videos of girls that got drunk and wet themselves for whatever reason. I am prepared to pay for the content. Can anyone direct me to websites where I can find this please.
  9. I am looking for videos and photos where girls drank too much alcohol and wet themselves for whatever reason. Any idea where I can find this type of videos? I am prepared to pay for it.
  10. Dimwitrolo

    female At the Bar

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Turns out she didn't need them after all. What she might need is a mop.
  11. Dimwitrolo

    female Scarlett, drunk and in bed

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Scarlett reminds us all why we should drink in moderation.
  12. ssjammerz

    Drunk wetting

    It took awhile, but yesterday was the first time that I explicitly wet myself in front of someone. It still feels surreal! I met a friend who I haven't seen for awhile yesterday for some food and drinks. We were supposed to meet at 7 PM but she ended up being a bit late. She was dragged into a going away party for a colleague, and she herself had a buzz. I was waiting for her outside the bar on this chilly night. I was adequately dressed, but the cold eventually started getting to me. I already used the restroom before I left from the large coffee and large coke I had earlier in the day, so my bladder was already accustomed to its weakened state. When she was about five minutes away, I went inside and got a table and ordered a beer. She met me after, and immediately told me that she needed to pee. I gave her a smile and off she went. When she came back, we ordered some food and just talked and catch up on things. During this time, she ordered a margarita which, she coerced me to drink half of it. She herself was already four drinks in before she even met me, and wanted me to play catchup. Knowing how light of a drunk I am, I knew it wasn't going to be long before I become all delirious. I was already feeling buzzed fromt he one beer I drank earlier! It was about 8:30 when we ordered our last drink--I ordered a Jack and coke, and she ordered a Jameson. Again, she insisted that I help her drink half of hers. At this point, we're both pretty buzzed. We're slurring our words and everything, but still had a good time. Because she still needed to work the next day, she said as soon as we were done with our drinks, we would go to the restroom, and then go. Knowing myself, I delayed it as much as I can. I love being buzzed and drunk, but not to the point where I start puking. I kept refusing, but she was insistent. I finally told her that if I drank hers, we should just head back without using the restroom. She said yes, and with that, I drank--only to find out that she lied and told me she was going to go to the restroom anway! In my drunken state, I couldn't even be mad at her. At this point, I had drank one and a half beers, a soup (from dinner), a Jack and coke, some water, and her margarita and Jameson. Perhaps it was the position I was sitting in, but I didn't have to go pee. As we exited the bar, I slowed down quite a bit, telling her that I was going to puke. She jestfully made fun of me, saying how weak I was in terms of drinking. I really did feel like puking, so I just stopped and tried to regain my composure. I guess I must've gotten up too quick from sitting. We very slowly started walking back to her place, as I parked my car near her house. She noticed that I was shaking and felt my hand. She asked why was I so cold. I knew I was shaking a little bit, but I didn't really feel cold. She stopped by a Walgreens to get me some electrolytes, while I was standing around like a zombie, propping myself next to a wall. About halfway back to her place, I peed a little bit--I felt a spurt of warmness splash onto my knee as we were walking. I didn't even realize it--it's like I had no control of it. Of course, I restrained myself from doing any more damage and even grabbed my crotch a few times as we were walking. If my friend noticed it, she didn't say anything. She was starting to sober up, but I was still buzzing. As she and I kept walking and talking, I started to lose control--I couldn't stop peeing in spurts. I stopped a few times and put my head down to regain my composure. It was dark, so my friend probably just thought I needed a short break--unknowingly to her I was trying to clench my bladder from continually leaking. It's about 10:20 PM as I'm about to reach my car. She's trying to locate my car for me as I walk past a restroom. I walk to it, but she tells me it's closed. She suggests for me to go in the bush and she'll turn around, but I told her that I wasn't risking it--public urination could net someone as a sexual offender in my state, as genitalia is exposed to public. By this time, my jeans were clearly wet. Even tho they were white, it was dark outside. By the time I found my truck, I opened the tailgate and sat down. She was telling me to drink more electrolytes and made sure I'm okay. I tell her to sit with me for a few seconds to make sure I'm good. In addition to still being buzzed, I'm a lot more tired now. I lay down on the flatbed while she's still talking to me. As I'm trying my best not to sleep, I start peeing--uncontrollably. As I feel the pee start soaking my butt, I'm thinking to myself "oh shit. I'm actually pissing myself. I don't know what her reaction is going to be. I hope she doesn't find out." All of a sudden, she touches my knee and asks, "Harry, why is your knee all wet?" Or at least, that's what I think she said. I'm still peeing and trying to make sense of what's going on. I'm still on my back, so I can only assume she looked around and noticed I was peeing myself. She starts laughing, all the while declaring that I peed my pants. As the last of my urine stop, I sat back up. I look at her dazed--she has her hand covering her mouth, laughing and giggling. I look down at my pants and ask her "Did I just pee my pants?" Still giggling, she acknowledges the fact. I stand up, look at my jeans, and then the tailgate of my truck. I asked her again if I peed my pants, and she said I did. She asks if any got in my shoe, and I said no. Once again in my drunk state, I keep repeating if I peed myself. She comes in closer and inspects my jeans with me--you can clearly see the difference shades of white in my jeans up close. She is still very joyful and can't believe that I pissed myself. Perhaps expelling the alcohol helped me sober up just a tiny bit. I told her to take a picture, it lasts longer. She does so, as she was taking pictures of me the whole night as I was getting wasted. As I put up my tailgate, all my piss hits the ground like a waterfall. She starts laughing hysterically again. I said don't laugh too hard, otherwise you might pee your pants too! She says she doesn't have to go because she went before we left the bar. Unfortunately, my second wave comes and I tell her I have to pee...again. She continues to laugh and is in disbelief, saying things like "Oh my god! You're peeing!" This time I tell her that my pee is going into my shoes. She just keeps laughing. I kept peeing for the next 30 seconds, telling her that for some reason, I'm still peeing. This just keeps her laughing. Once I'm finally done soaking my white jeans, she asks if I'm good. I say yeah, I'm just going to rest here and sober up. She says she wants to give me a hug before she goes, but asks if my top is clean. I say yes, and as she hugs me, I wrap her all around me and try to pick her up. She definitely screams jovially and breaks away from my grasp. She parts way with me as I just sat there, trying to sober up. We kept texting each other throughout the night, and she had to decontaminate herself, and did feel her pants were felt wet. I felt bad that I was horsing around with her that much, and I would've been okay with her not hugging me with my pee soaked jeans. I offered her to pay her if she decides to clean it professionally, but she declined. All in all, I was surprised my friend was so "receptive" in my predicament. She texted me today to make sure I was still good. I said yes and apologized to her that I hope she didn't feel too grossed out. She replied that it was funny I peed myself, but gross that I tried to contaminate her. She did mention that our friendship did go on a whole new level though. Can't say I disagree!
  13. weakbladder

    female Some Friends Slept over

    Last night some friends and I had a few drinks, went to a party on the other side of the city, and came back to my apartment to crash. One of our friends, Heather we can call her had a particularly huge amount to drink. Anyways we all passed out and when I woke up in the morning my friend Gina told me that she had found Heather on the floor of my bathroom, passed out, naked, with all of her clothes in a "Suspicious bunch" in the ground. Gina woke her up, they got themselves together, heather apparently put on the clothes that were on the floor and they left. Later, when I went to put the futon back together, I noticed it was all wet, there was standing liquid on the right side about half way down the futon. I took a picture with my phone and texted Gina saying "What is this?" And together we put together that Heather had peed the bed. The liquid which had a faint oder of pee, the wet clothes in the ball, the drunk Heather. It all added up. To be nice we have decided not to tell Heather, because we believe she doesn't remember to spare her the embarrassment. But if she asks well... then maybe we can have some fun. Maybe I should have Heather sleep over more often. ;)
  14. Anisnail429

    malefemale Got drunk and, well....

    I went out with friends after Thanksgiving and got royally plastered. Made my way home and changed into some comfortable underwear (fashion briefs for those wondering). Fired up the laptop and eventually made my way to my usual wetting sites, this one included. I couldn't quite get to where I needed to be mentally to get it up, the copious amounts of whiskey floating around in my brain pretty much stopped that. I needed to pee, and had the idea that I could let a little go and see where that got me. I peed into my purple briefs, making a decent wet spot. It felt good , like it always does, so I peed a little more. At this point, my underwear were pretty wet, but I still couldn't get in the mood, so I went to bed. Before that, however, I had an idea. I didn't want to get in bed with a wet pair of underwear, so my booze addled mind came up with a solution: Put on more underwear over the wet ones. I wound up with 4 pairs of underwear (all briefs, I prefer them to wet in) and went to bed. Woke up later. All 4 pairs were soaked through. Apparently, going to bed drunk without peeing first isn't a good idea. My still fuzzy brain took this as meaning "Well, they're already wet, so just go," and I did. It was warm and wonderful, but created more of a mess to clean up. I fell back asleep and woke up this morning around 10, and was immediately aware of how much I had peed. It had gotten cold, and I was miserable. So, I got up, stripped the bed and my underwear, through everything into the washer and am currently listening to it go through its last spin cycle. I don't post on here much, but I figured you all would appreciate my little story.
  15. jeanvaljean

    My public wetting

    As I've said, I am not much of a wetter and I also don't enjoy posting much about my personal experiences, but I guess I shall give it a go and share one of my experiences with you. If you would like to know, I am writing this in the uni's library, right next to a girl that seems to be reading about the effect of caffeine on the central nervous system. Hope she can't read what I'm writing here :P. As a disclaimer, I want to let you know that the descriptions here might get quite vivid, detailed and some strong language will probably be involved. Read only if you think you can handle some kinky :P Getting to the main idea, this episode happened around August last year, so more than half a year ago. It happened at around 12:30-1:00 in the night, so eventhough it was outdoor, in my neighbourhood, I can't really say it's properly public as I haven't met any people on the streets. So, the intro would be that I was out with some mates in town, we went for some casual drinks, as it was one of them's birthday. Nothing fancy (I got him a tie as a present), so the main drinks we had were beers and a few shots. I don't recall if I went to the toilet during the evening, but after probably at least 4 beers (so that gives you aroud 2 litres of liquid, plus the diuretic effect of the alcohol in the beers and shots we had), I was definitely feeling it. Actually, I was desperate. Anyway, having fun, chatting and laughing and everything, I kept postponing it until I actually had to leave. I had to catch the last bus so I had to hurry, no time to wait in queue for the loo, which was quite long at that time. So I figuered I can hold it until home, and I could have if... I got on the bus (which, incredibly, was not late) and after about a 25 minutes journey I was in my neighbourhood. Just to add, my desperation was increasing by the minute and I was absolutely bursting, I though I am going to spurt a few times during the bus journey, but I managed to hold it until I got off. Of course I was grabbing everything, probably sweating a bit, legs shaking, the whole lot. Imagine a guy at the back of your bus doing that, hmm quite uncofortable situation I'd say... Being an omo fan, however, my desperation turned me on big time and thus I got quite a crazy idea. Instead of heading home, as I could still hold for at least 5 minutes to relieve myself in the toilet like a regular bloke or even go behing a bush or a tree on my way home, I decided to hold it until it will absolutely force its way out and I cannot do anything about it. So the thing I did was to start walking through the streets, I went to a park near my place, then back on the streets, getting farther and farther away from the toilet that I was so much needing. The idea of doing it on purpose, but still being an accident, as I will hold until it will come out on its own, turned me on very much. The huge hard on I had made it quite difficult to walk, I think more than the incredible need to pee. It was definitely noticeable. As I am a dom, knowing I am making someone wet by my personal decisions, even though that someone was actually myself :P also contributed to the immense arousal I was experiencing. Anyway, I guess you would still like to know if I wet myself or not... Long story short, I did wet myself and it was one massive flood, probably one of the biggest wettings I've ever done and keep in mind that I have a pretty impressive bladder capacity anyway. After I guess around 20ish minutes of walking around and holding, while I was holding my erect cock through my jeans, walking slowly, having to stop every 2-3 minutes. I think this one was one of my biggest desperation episodes as well, as I was also crossing my legs and kinda pee dancing/wiggling when I was having a stop from walking, two things that had never seem to help me when I'm desperate and which I haven't done before. As I was saying earlier there were no spurts involved, so you can correctly guess that all the pee came out all of a sudden, like a torrent of warm, wet desperation. I was so bursting for a pee, that I felt like I was peeing the desperation itself, getting it out of my system (I am quite metaphorical, I know), the relief was that incredible. I felt it coming and I couldn't do anything about it. I felt the bladder sphincter opening and a powerful stream soonly soaked the boxer briefs I was wearing; light grey in colour if I recall corectly. They were no barrier for the stream of pee and my slim fit blue jeans started to show the wetness immediately. A very interesting aspect, which turned me on even more, is the fact that you could actually hear me wet, there was this incredible hissing sound coming from inside my jeans which almost made me cum on the spot. As I was peeing so forcefully, everything happened almost at the same time, so by the moment I realized my crotch is soaked, the pee and wetness already went down my legs and started pouring on the asphalt. An evergrowing puddle started forming and I think I stood there wetting myself like a schoolboy for at least a minute continuously. My socks got soaked, as well as my sneakers, which I had just washed a couple of days before and so I have to give them a wash again... They were some hightop nike's and the socks were white ankle socks. I know everybody here likes to describe their wet pattern, but there's not much to say about that in my case as I think everything got soaked almost entirely. My jeans were drenched even on the back of the legs (I have no idea how that happened) and I actually had to drain the pee out of my sneakers before heading home as they were making a funny squeeshy noise :P Being cheeky, of course I couldn't wait until I got home to rub my throbbing cock, so I was actually rubbing it as I was casually walking home in my soaked jeans. I came in my boxers while I was walking and after reching home I stayed for another couple of minutes starring at my masterpiece in the mirror. I was like 'fuck me, right'! Afterwards, I jumped in the shower and put the clothes in the wash. It was an insane experience, so much fun and definitely more than enjoyable. So that's about it! By writting this story and recalling everything, I actually got quite turned on now and I think it does show a bit, as I'm wearing some smart, slim-ish pants at the moment. And keep in mind I'm in the library :P I hope you enjoyed me telling you about my personal adventure as much as I enjoyed actually doing it! And, of course, thank you for reading! If you wish to make any comments, feel free and remember this is the first experience I have ever shared on a forum!
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  18. My relationship with Keely had become a little rocky. We’d been together for a long time and luckily enough Keely had often wet herself for me quite often. It happened mostly in the shower with a pair of underwear on and though it turned me on, I felt myself wanting more! We decided to get away for the weekend down the coast to Byron Bay. The drive from the Gold Coast to Byron is short, so we decided to pack lunch and drive all the scenic routes and do some exploring for the day. Keely had also picked up a few vodka mixes for the trip. It was a pretty standard trip really with great music, food and pulling into different parts of the coastline for a look. We’d made several stops throughout the daily for Keely to relieve herself of some of those vodka mixes and I found myself becoming infuriated. She knew how much I loved to watch her pee herself and we were on a romantic getaway and it didn’t seem to cross her mind! Later that day I pulled into a part of the coastline with nothing around but bush and beach. I pulled off the side of the road and said to Keely that I wanted to have a look around. We did so for half an hour or so and made our way back to the car. The isolation of the area started to play on my mind. “How perfect it would be to have some wet fun,” I thought. I was never a big wetter in front of Keely. She enjoyed wetting for me because she knew how turned on I would get, but I never thought she’d feel the same if I did so in front of her. I suddenly wished I were alone so I could at least take full advantage of this beautiful place! Keely wore a red and white floral dress, she had pale skin and pink sheer underwear – goddamn I wanted to see her piss in them! We got back to the car and Keely suggested we make another stop at the next bathroom. “Great I thought.” “F%$K the bathroom,” I said. “Just go here.” I was referring to her find a place in the bush to squat, but deep down what I mean was to just go right where she was without moving a muscle. Our car was parked on the side of a road with no real privacy – she would have to venture back down the beach track for that. “Okay,” she said as my ears suddenly pricked up. Keely was never a big fan of the outdoors pee and preferred to hold until she found a bathroom. I guess a couple of vodka’s has loosened her up just enough to manage it. I knew I wanted to follow her and at the very least, watch her go, even if it was minus those sexy panties. We were still at the car and Keely had opened the passenger side door (closest to the bush and slightly shielded from passing cars) and started fiddling through her hand bag and re organizing the front sit for the remain part of the drive. “Well, aren’t you going to go then? We have to get out of here,” I said. “Yeah,” Keely replied as she kept going on about her business. I was starting to get pissed, I wanted to get back on the road and didn’t want to wait for Keely to re organize the whole car, then walk all the way back into the bush for a pee. I got back in the car and decided I wouldn’t follow her because if I did, she would probably not go and may even risk an argument between us. I glanced over as Keely pulled another Vodka out, opened it and put the cap into her handbag. I noticed several pair of underwear in her handbag and figured she’d thrown them in there at the last minute instead of her luggage bag. “Why are they in there,” I asked. “Just in case I need them,” she replied. I mumbled something about her hurrying up to go and pee so we could get on the road. “Ok,” she said as she stood back up straight out of the car. She was just standing there looking at me, legs slightly apart. “What are you doing,” I said. There was no reply, just hiked the front of her dress up far enough to reveal those sheer pink panties that I so desperately wanted to see get pissed in. Suddenly perfectly clear pee started flowing through them and out from under her dress. The sheer material allowed the flow to pour out freely onto the ground hidden from the passing cars. I was speechless. She simply grabbed the towel she’d been sifting around for, dried her thighs and changed into a fresh pair of underwear. She got back into the car and said, “ok let’s go.” The rest of the day consisted of more stops, more exploring and more drinks for Keely, who decided not to use another bathroom for the remainder of the day. Instead she put those spare panties to use and peed without inhibition, through another three pairs similarly to the first. The final pair were baptized soon after arriving at our Byron Bay cabin. The pair Keely now had on was the last she packed. I guess she hadn’t planned on peeing herself more than four times that day and by the time we check in, she was absolutely bursting. So much so that assumed she would run to the bathroom. Hell I didn’t care at that point, I had seen Keely wet herself all day and I was ready to have a drink or five and tear her clothes off! I opened the door to the cabin, dragged our bags into the living room and put the remaining food we had in the fridge. I turned around and Keely was dragging her bag up the stairs and into the room with a hand between her legs. I laughed as I took it off her and brought it in. The second the door closed behind her, she ripped the curtains closed whilst simultaneously bursting. She stood there for an instant before squatting down. Her piss gushed so hard through her black cotton panties and all over her dress. She peed for what seemed like a minute or two and while doing so, pulled me over by my belt and started stroking my cock. When she’d finished, she left her clothes in the puddle while we retired to the bedroom for the next chapter of fun.
  19. BlueWetter

    malefemale Good drunk wetting

    Hi everyone! It's been a while since I have posted and I am about to change that.. Tonight I have consumed a good bit of alcohol.. Drinking always makes me pee! So, once I felt a need to pee, I decided to hold it.. Going off the suggestion of a friend, I wore jeans.. What a good choice. I got home at about a 6/10 and couldn't wait any longer to feel my warm pee soaking my pants.. I climbed into the tub and slowly emptied my bladder. It felt so damn good! Here are some pictures, enjoy!
  20. Here it is, the wrapping up of this particular tale. Of course, it could always continue down the road, but I definitely need a break from it :D I hope you enjoy! Ch. 9 When Jenny arrived at the shop, she scanned the place and then made an immediately bee-line to the underwear section. She avoided any attendants along the way. She knew they were there to be helpful but she really didn’t want help with her underwear. As she arrived, a problem arose. This tourist trap of a shop in this tourist trap of a town had astronomical prices on everything, including unmentionables. And way overstyled. Even the closest thing she could find to her preferred boyshorts were “on sale” for $37.50. A pair! No economical packs. No simple designs. She left the store quickly, annoyed. She laughed to herself. The underwear she had on was about 400 times more functional than the stuff in that store, and even it was downright thrifty in comparison, even with the necessary disposable pads. She was just thinking to herself it would probably be cheaper to pop into Walgreens and buy a pack of those and go on wearing the Goodnites when she was struck with a minor epiphany. They sold basic, simple underwear at Walgreens, didn’t they? She whipped out her phone and found one only three blocks away. She started walking. Ch. 10 Jamie shot up like a bolt at 6:37 am. She flipped the covers off like an expert and made a mad dash for the bathroom. She got her pajama bottoms down just in time, as usual after a night drinking. As she sat on the toilet, her pee tinkling down into the bowl, a sense of awareness began to assert itself. She didn’t remember changing into her pajamas. That was not usual. She was wearing pajama bottoms but also her dress from the evening. Also not her m.o. Jamie wiped and flushed and pulled her pants back up. Useless as it was, she also shimmied her dress back down. When she woke up like this, the next course of action was to get back into bed and sleep until she was good and ready. She was surprised by the half-naked Alice, splayed out over ⅔ of the mattress. “Always the den mother,” Jamie thought to herself about the woman who had clearly stayed to help the too-drunk Jamie deal. Jamie shoved her way back into the bed but found herself pushing Alice’s arm out of the way and accepting a leg flung over her own. Alice began to snore. Ch. 11 The automatic doors swished open as Jenny strolled into the Walgreens. Scanning the aisles, she spotted the sign for apparel and made her way over. The aisle was only marginally organized, overloaded with the bare necessity clothing items, socks, t-shirts, underwear. The selection left something to be desire. In her size, the options were pretty much thongs, and belly-button-high briefs, in assorted colors. Jenny didn’t do thongs and the briefs made the Goodnites she was wearing seem positively skimpy by comparison. She certainly couldn’t wear her jeans with them, they’d stick out well past the waist line. Still, she had mostly packed dresses. It wouldn’t be too much of an issue. She grabbed a pack of the briefs and made her way to the register. She paid for the panties and, shopping bag in hand, headed out the door. Looking at the time on her phone, she realized she was already going to get to the group dinner a bit late. She had wanted to go back to the hotel to change her underwear. She didn’t want to miss out on the food. Bliss was supposed to be great and the food on Key West was in general something she wanted to get as much of as possible, while she was in the land of ultra-fresh seafood. She’d already proven to herself how comfortable she was in the Goodnites. Why not keep on trucking for the time being? Jenny stuffed the bag with her new panties in it into her purse and Googled directions to the restaurant. She popped back into the Walgreens for a pint of bourbon, which she also stuffed in her purse. The restaurant was only a few blocks away, but Jenny wanted a little bit of a head start. Her predicament had left her feeling a little self conscious. She cracked the bottle open in a short alley as she walked, and took a solid swig. She was feeling more relaxed already by the time she hit the restaurant. Ch. 12 Alice woke up around 9:30. She had a mild headache but it was definitely not her worst hangover. Not by a long shot. As she regained some semblance of consciousness, pieces of the evening began to assemble themselves in her mind. Before that process could complete, she noticed someone was hugging her. There was definitely a body next to her. An arm was draped over her stomach and a leg was wrapped around the closest of hers. A face was nestled into her side. Who the Hell did she go home with? She peered downward with fuzzy eyes. A girl? That hadn’t happened in a while… like a bolt of lightning it all snapped back. “Ohhhh, right. Jamie,” she thought to herself. Everything was clear again. Jamie was in dire need of a watchful eye. Alice smirked at Jamie, curled up against her. Jamie was not the most outgoing and not a very touchy-feely kind of person. Alice raised her head slightly and glanced around the room until she saw a clock radio. Not even 10… “Fuck this, I don’t work today,” and, in keeping with her “when in Rome” attitude toward life, shifted toward Jamie and draped her own arm over her sleeping friend. Ch. 13 Bliss was exactly as good as advertised. Jenny and her blogger cohorts left a wake of food and drink destruction on their table, everyone eating (and drinking) far more than their fair share. “It doesn’t count if it’s on vacation” was clearly the motto with this group. Of course this was one group that could really pack it away on all counts, to the joy of the servers. As the rowdy group dropped boatloads of tips on the table, someone had the bright idea to head a few blocks over to Lagerheads Beach Bar to round things off. Nobody, especially not Jenny, could say no to a drink or two on the sandy beach. After all, isn’t that why they came here in the first place? The group made their way to the shore and invaded the tiny beachfront establishment. Jenny kept pace with the best of them, even those husky boys in from Milwaukee. Her tolerance was epic and besides, if she really got trashed, how would she network? And network she did. In this first night out she’d already laid the groundwork for several collaborative projects, and possibly even a lucrative ad sale from an up-and-coming craft distiller in Atlanta. Jenny was a hustler first and foremost, and that let her maintain this almost unbelievable lifestyle better than many of her peers. Of course, drink after drink took its toll on Jenny. Though she was second to none when it came to socializing, her bladder was third tier at best and was currently well past normal capacity. If life was like cartoons, there would be a gauge on Jenny’s tummy right now, with the needle in the red and about to snap right off. She excused herself from her current conversation and sought the restroom. Once inside the stall, Jenny rushed to pull her dress up and panties down. A powerful stream struck the bowl and ran for what seemed like ages before dwindling down to a trickle, and after a few squeezes of her muscles, it finally stopped. Jenny wiped herself and in her fairly drunken state was surprised when she pulled her underwear back up and was quickly reminded that she was in fact, wearing Goodnites. Ch. 14 Jamie groggily awoke, feeling her hot breath reflected back to her. Her eyes opened and slowly came into focus, her senses came back to her, and she found herself clinging to the side of her good friend. Her initial reaction was to fling herself away but she resisted, knowing that she might come across as rude, and also at the point she’d likely roll right off the bed. She took a moment, absorbed the situation, and then eased herself away from alice before sitting upright. Alice stirred. “Mmrfmrff… heyyyy,” mumbled Alice as she forced herself into the waking world. “Heyyy,” Jamie said back, somewhat awkwardly. She wasn’t used to this situation. She didn’t even fully know what this situation was. “We need coffee, dude.” Jamie laughed. “Yaaasssss.” Try as she might, that particular neologism had found its way into her lexicon. At least she’d successfully resisted and avoided “yolo.” And “bae.” “Let’s hit the diner.” Coffee, as always, was the order of the day. After that was out of the way, the pair ordered a post-drunk hangover breakfast each and began to feel somewhat human again. Jamie wasn’t super keen to bring up the night to Alice. She desperately wanted to know what happened, but was hoping to remember it before she had to talk about it. She quietly sipped her coffee and stared idly out the window, lost in her thoughts. “Grrryaaaahhhhh…” Alice stretched and yawned. She gulped down about half her coffee and wiped her mouth. “That food neeeds to hurry up,” she grumbled. She eyed Jamie. “So, that was a hell of a night, huh?” Jamie gave a meek smile in response. “Club was banging, right?” Alice asked rhetorically. “Those drinks were stronger than I figured. I woke up in your arms this morning and was like wuuuuuuut,” Alice joked. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you were a tender, gentle lover,” Alice said with a wink. “No but seriously, I can barely remember anything past calling a cab.” Jamie was somewhat relieved by Alice’s tone and outlook. She wasn’t so thrilled that Alice didn’t seem to remember much, either. “Yea, same. I couldn’t even figure out how I got halfway dressed for bed. Usually I either get the PJs on all the way or sleep in my clothes, straight up.” Jamie was laughing, but actually really was curious about that particular item. “Also, sorry if I got all up in your personal space. Apparently I need to invest in a body pillow. Or have you sleep over more.” It was her turn to wink. Alice smirked. “All good, girl. You are welcome up in my personal bubble any time.” She sipped her coffee. The conversation kind of trailed off after that and the food arrived. They stuffed their faces. Ch. 15 Jenny paused in the stall. For reasons unbeknownst to her, she took a moment to explore the Goodnites with her hands. Her fingertips pressed the soft, crinkly bulk of the disposable pad into herself. She traced the hems of the leg openings. She made some adjustments for comfort. She shook herself back to reality. It was time to get back to the party. The drinking and the talking and a little half-hearted dancing went on until an indecent hour. Jenny was having a blast and allowed herself to get a little more inebriated than she usually did. Hammered would be the appropriate term. Of course, Jenny was a trouper and even at her drunkest wasn’t one of those flailing everywhere, “woooooo gimme some beads!” girls. Not that there was anything wrong with that. In some ways, Jenny envied those girls. “Cutting loose” was very accurate for them. Not for Jenny. She never fully let go and just let the night happen. The rational part of her was proud of that fact. Anyway, she was more than able to enjoy herself and get respectably crazy, at any rate. She of course had to use the restroom a couple more times in the night. This was normal. What wasn’t so normal was that ever since that first time, Jenny couldn’t quite stop thinking about her Goodnites. Obviously she would get distracted by conversation, but unlike earlier in the night, the padded panties were no longer vanishing from her perception. She was aware of them. She was thinking about them. Idle thoughts always turned to those cotton undies lined with the soft, crinkly insert. In other circumstances, Jenny would have easily recognized what this was. This often happened on nights like this. The alcohol, the company, the lack of… other outlets… Jenny was horny. She wasn’t a hypersexual person. She didn’t get riled up like this on a daily basis. She didn’t masturbate regularly. She did however usually recognize what was going on and find an easy solution. She wasn’t above a fleeting affair with a fellow blogger. It had happened before. More than once. And she also wasn’t above working this out on her own. She’d come to really appreciate what her own hands were capable of. But tonight, wires were crossed. While she was indeed aroused, instead of focusing on her internal feelings, she was focusing on the external. Her underwear was impossibly soft inside but still rubbed her in just such a way. The alcohol muddied things up further. While she often found herself in this state when drinking more than usual, she had never found herself in this state while wearing what she was. Since she wasn’t aware of her urge, she didn’t bother flirting, and eventually the night wore down. She said her goodbyes and decided to walk home. It was a perfect night. Away from the throng, away from distractions, her mind focused even more on her undergarment. Each step she took, the soft material slid past her legs even as it pressed against her. Her brain began to connect the dots. Slowly. Whatever was happening, there was a nervous feeling in her. It wasn’t a bad nervous feeling, but she was feeling a little flush, her heart felt a little fluttery. Still, she attributed it to her brisk pace on a balmy night with plenty of booze in her system. She continued onward, quickly becoming aware of another urge. Her bladder was rapidly filling. She unconsciously grabbed her crotch, letting go after a brief flash of consciousness that she was on a public street. Ch. 16 “So uh, it’s none of my business and no judgement but I feel like I need to tell you for your sake... “ Alice paused briefly, “you kinda peed yourself on the bed last night. that’s how you ended up in half your PJs, I helped you get to the bathroom and then got you changed because wet panties. Anyway, like I said, it’s cool but since you don’t seem to remember much about last night I thought that might be important, you know, medically or something.” Alice attempted to look Jamie in the eyes but rapidly shifted down to her own coffee. Jamie was taken aback. Her brain, operating at about 75% of normal efficiency thanks to the coffee, wracked itself to come up with a response to this revelation. It wasn’t shocking in and of itself. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d wet the bed drunk. It was the first time in a long time anyone had witnessed her soaking her sheets. Without any leg to stand on, she decided it best to clarify. “Peed myself how? How much? Where? When?” “Well, I mean, so you were like, super drunk and I tried to get you into bed but then I went down to deal with the cab and then I came back up and uh, you were running to the bathroom and there was a spot on the bed. Not super big. I don’t even know why I brought it up but it seemed like I should.” Alice wavered. “I’m sorry if this was a TMI invasion of privacy moment.” :No it’s fine,” Jamie lied a bit, “I just uh, need to know what needs cleaning.” She paused. It was a long pause. There was a tension in it. “So, it doesn’t happen often or anything but it did when I was younger and I’m kind of used to it, if I don’t seem shocked and you’re wondering why.” Jamie tried to define this for Alice. She wanted more than anything to come out of this not seeming like some kind of fool. “I’ve got a pretty small bladder, bad genes I guess. I try not to get as drunk as I did last night, forgetting things and all.” “No, no it’s nothing. People are all different, right? Like, I’ve got some sort of black hole, iron trap bladder. I can go all day if need be, you know? Never had an accident since I can remember. But I totally know that’s not normal for anyone, you know? I had this friend at summer camp in middle school, you know? She used to have even accidents during the day.She got made fun of sometimes but I knew it wasn’t her fault and I may or may not have broken some chick’s nose over it,” Alice was blabbering, but she wanted to defuse the tension. “I guess I mean I just don’t want you to be embarrassed about it or anything. You know me, everything’s like water off a duck’s back with me.” Jamie laughed at Alice’s outpouring, but felt like she needed to own up a bit as well. “I really appreciate it Alice, I do. I didn’t really have a big issue during the day, well, you know, after I was really little, err.. well five or so, but anyway yea, I used to wet the bed a lot and it was super humiliating to me so I appreciate you talking to me about that.” It was Jamie’s turn to ramble. “I definitely stopped by high school, well, mostly. I mean, so it only happens every so often now. It’s what I consider under control but if it happened to someone else they might think it was a crisis. If I had to put a number on it, I’d say a couple times a month. Tops. Not so consistent though. Sometimes there’s nothing for months. Sometimes…” Jamie trailed off, she didn’t want to admit that sometimes one accident meant another in short order. “Dude, chill pill. now. Your secret is safe with me and you don’t have to share any more than you actually want.” Alice wanted to reassure Jamie, but the conversation triggered a recent memory. “Hey um, no this is dumb.” “What?” Jamie’s interest was piqued. “So uh, so you know how Jenny keeps her blog a secret from us? Well I sort of found it. Well the product reviews one anyway. Took me a minute before I even realized it was her.” Jamie was filled with all sorts of mixed feelings. She herself had found this blog. She herself also knew what Alice might be about to say. She didn’t know how she felt about it. “Anyway, well, so Jenny had this recent product to review, and it was totally for this specific situation. Well, sort of. More for people who do it regularly but I don’t know, maybe it would help. They’re called Goodnites and they’re designed for sleeping in.” Jamie smirked. “Alice, I know what Goodnites are. I wore them until I was 12.” Alice stumbed a bit. “Uh, well I didn’t mean--uh sorry if you’re offended I was just trying to he--” Jamie cut her off, “chill yourself, girl. I appreciate the support. Really. Honestly, I hate waking up in a peed bed, which I would have if it wasn’t for you, and honestly, it might not be a bad idea. Hey, if it was cool for Jenny, you know?” Alice didn’t know quite where to go from here. “Errmmm, so I kind of, I definitely, I… Jamie, would you, uh, so…” Alice was never this shy, which confused Jamie. She certainly wasn’t expecting the conclusion to this fumbling. “so, I think I kinda like you. In *that* way. I don’t even know if you’re up for that. It’s so, so, so totally cool if you aren’t, I’m fluid and shit and get it that other people aren’t. It’s just, and this is such a weird time to talk about this but I think it’s the intimacy of it all, I feel like we hit this milestone of closeness and you’re obviously super cute and I would like the opportunity to explore this feeling a little more.” That was a 90-degree turn. Jamie’s eyes got a little bigger. Her mouth may or may not have hung open for a bit. Alice was beginning to regret saying anything. Especially right now. During this conversation. “Alice, uh, I, well, I mean I suppose the biggest dark secret is already out of the way, and uh, well I don’t know I usually do this introduction stuff online so I’m not sure what to do right here but yea I’m maybe cool with that.” Alice didn’t know exactly how to take that but she figured it was better than nothing. “Cool, so you want to have dinner uh, tonight, tomorrow or something?” Alice wasn’t super familiar with this part. She was no stranger to girls, or boys, but it usually was someone brought home from a bar, and it rarely went past that. “Honestly, at this point I’m lost, tell me what to do.” They both laughed, and then began working out the specifics of their tentative new beginning. Ch. 17 Jenny made her way through the hotel lobby and into the elevator, exiting on the 3rd floor. Her mind was overwhelmed, both with the odd, inscrutable feelings she’d had since the bar, and the very pressing urge to relieve herself. She fumbled with the keycard in her inebriated state, pausing for a moment to collect herself. In that moment, Jenny lost a little bit of control. A small squirt of pee escaped into her panties. She clenched down on her bladder muscles before it became an issue. But she was drunk, and the drunken gears began turning. Jenny the steadfast product reviewer got the better of Jenny the normal woman, or at least that’s the best Jenny could figure at the moment. She decided that since she’d already gone a little, it was as good a time as any to give the Goodnites a thorough run through. She peered back and forth in the hallway to confirm she was alone, and then slightly spread her legs, peering downward though all she could see was her sundress. Despite needing to go quite badly, and despite being drunk, deliberately wetting her pants turned out to be much harder than she expected. Her muscles were well trained to resist this act. She gave a little push and some pee would trickle out before her body got the better of her and stemmed the flow. She pushed again, and again her bladder muscles pushed back. Each time she did this, her Goodnite would soak up the dribbles and so far she couldn’t even feel the difference. As she continued to try, the stream got a little longer, and a little longer. She took some calming breaths and tried to relax into it. The flow started up, this time a full stream. Suddenly, when the pee was coming out faster than the padding could absorb it, Jenny felt a sudden burst of heat and the wetness as it flooded over the surface of the insert, seeking out fresh absorbent material to soak into. This broke her calmness and her body clenched back up, shutting off the stream of pee. She gave a few more small attempts but as she’d eased her desperation by this point, it was nearly impossible to get anything more than a tiny spurt or two. She lifted up the hem of her dress and somewhat shamelessly looked around for any signs that the Goodnites hadn’t done their job. She was still all dry on the outside. She dropped her dress and fidgeted with the card until she got the door open. As she still had to go, she made for the bathroom. The Goodnite was thicker now, and firmer between her legs, the warm, wet feeling making her spread her legs a bit as she walked. The underwear’s new state enhanced the sensation she’d been feeling since dinner. She pulled her panties down as she sat on the toilet, and now in the proper place, she was able to resume and empty her bladder. As it hissed against the porcelain, she looked down at her underwear. She saw the swollen white insert, a darker hue from being wet but not yellow; she’d had plenty enough to drink to dilute it. Jenny was fascinated by how it had ballooned, she wasn’t sure how they did that. She squeezed the last few drops out and wiped herself. She didn’t stand up right away. For some unknown reason, she was a little mesmerized by the wet padding, and reached down to give it a poke with her finger. She was amazed how firm it had gotten. She pressed further with the pad of her finger, and then tucked her hand beneath the panties, squeezing the crotch beneath her thumb. It was a squishy, warm, unusual feeling. She released it, and stood up. Though the sensible thing to do would be to take the Goodnites off and get herself cleaned up, Jenny wasn’t in a sensible state of being at the moment. She grabbed the waistband of her sodden undies and yanked them back up. They had cooled just a bit but were still warm against her. She walked out of the bathroom and began pulled off her dress. She tossed it on the little bench they had in the room for dressing and fell backwards onto the bed. Jenny laid there, for a good five minutes. She was drunk, she was wearing a wet Goodnite, and she honestly didn’t know what to make of anything. But she was pretty obsessed by this point with the absorbent padding. She reached down and felt it. As she did, it pressed up against her. She pushed a little harder. The underwear released some of the warm liquid it had sucked up, and it ran down the edge of Jenny’s pussy, before some other part of the material found and recaptured it. Jenny kept fidgeting, pressing her fingers into the Goodnite, grabbing the padding in her hands and shifting it around, her body began to feel flush. At some point, her explorations turned into something else, and before Jenny even knew what she was doing, she was working herself to an intense orgasm. Afterward, Jenny stayed rumpled in the fetal position at the foot of the bed for around 20 minutes, holding her arm between her legs and thinking about what had transpired. What it meant. She honestly had no idea, but was determined to figure it out. But that would have to wait for tomorrow. It was bedtime. Jenny got up, retrieved the patterned pair of Goodnites underwear and a fresh liner. She removed the sodden garment, pulled out the wet line, disposed of it, and laid the purple panties inside out to dry. She slipped the liner into the patterned pair and slipped the patterned pair up her legs. She finished dressing in her pajamas and climbed under the tight, hotel sheets. Epilogue: Jenny’s vacation became far more interesting after that night. As enjoyable as all the events were (she took second place with her cocktail recipe, a satisfying win), Jenny was filled with a nervous energy and a strange urge to further explore the strange feelings and culmination thereof that had she had experienced with the Goodnites. She bought a pack of the inserts the next morning and ended up wearing her special underwear more than just to bed. She even wore them once to lay out on the beach, concealed beneath her somewhat conservative bathing attire. She wore the cotton briefs she had purchased for spare few occasions, like the contest, where she needed to focus a bit more on the present. Though she felt a bit guilty, Jenny obviously left out most of the details of the trip from her review of the Goodnites. It was professional and thorough and she even took a tongue in cheek picture of herself in them on her hotel room’s balcony. It was again a hit with her readers. Jenny was surprised but happy to hear about her two best friends and their new endeavor together. The relationship flourished and Jenny could see a positive, confident change in Jamie. Later on in the year, just before Halloween, the girls decided to hold another sleepover like the last one, with Halloween-themed movies, snacks, and--of course--drinks. Alice arrived first again, but this time fully dressed in PJs for the sleepover. Jenny was already dressed as well. Unlike before, she was already wearing a Goodnite beneath her nightie. A disposable one. As her explorations progressed, she came to the conclusion that those were her preferred pullup. Jamie arrived in her PJs as well, the same ones as before. As the evening got later and drunker, Alice made an offhand remark about the last sleepover, and wondered aloud if Jenny was going to wear Goodnites this time as well. Jamie blushed, and Jenny blushed, but Jenny defiantly stood up and yanked her nightgown upwards, proudly displaying her disposable attire. Jamie’s eyes couldn’t have gotten any bigger. Alice began laughing. Jenny began laughing. Alice sought out Jamie’s eye contact, attempting to communicate with her something which Jamie finally realized. She stood up. “I, uh, well I have something to say about that, Jenny,” the shiest of the three stated plainly. With that, she bravely dropped her pajama pants, revealing an identical Goodnite beneath the edge of her loose top. Everyone resumed laughing, and after a couple rounds of shots, began discussing this curious situation and how it came about for each of the girls. Where it went from there is up to your imaginations.
  21. defunct9980

    malefemale Drunk wetting

    This incident happened to me during my college years. ============ It was a hot and summery Saturday. My friends and I started to get more and more into drinking, having fun especially when we're buzzed. On this day, the only responsibility was working part-time at a retail store (working through college). My friends and I usually had last minute gatherings, which was okay by us as we all lived within two blocks of each other. My shift started at 2 PM and ended at 10 PM, so naturally I called my friends when I got home to see if they wanted to hang out. One of my friends was going abroad to study for her nursing program, so the rest of us were just celebrating (or finding any excuse, really) to drink and wish her well off. I still remember the warmth when I got home, so I changed into a T-shirt and Nike basketball shorts (the solid black, shiny ones). I've always been into the sporty look, even though the only sports team I was on was track & field in high school. When I got to my friend's place five minutes later, I was just a bit disappointed that many of them were already kinda buzzed. Stupidly, I was easily able to convince them that I needed to play catch-up, and quickly downed a few shots of whiskey. The alcohol hit me pretty hard, but I was still able to somewhat think. Knowing myself, I was able to realize that: 1) I've had a lot to drink and haven't pissed yet. 2) My friends and I were partying in the garage, so "if" something were to happen, it'd be easy to clean up (I'm pretty considerate, knowing my friend since kindergarten). 3) I was going commando, as I liked the smooth, sexy feel of my shorts against my privates. 4) We were all happy drunks, and laughing and giggling throughout the night diminished my ability to control my bladder. Of course, I was still a bit a nervous, but I just decided to start off slowly. I remember I let out a few drips out, and I vividly recall seeing a few drops falling onto the red colored ground. At this point, I felt pretty good where things were going. Fast forward an hour or so...and that's when the party started to die down. We all must've had too much to drink--at some point I probably blacked out or was sleeping, but I was sitting down with my head resting on a table. Big mistake. I immediately knew what was going to happen next. I started spitting on the ground, and at this point, my friend guided me to a restroom sink where I puked, big time. No doubt my sound triggered two of my other friends, who did the same--one peeled over a laundry sink in the garage and I have no idea if the other one did or not. We pretty much knew that we were all finished at this point, so my friend decided to walk me home. She stopped drinking and was working on being sober again. After puking, I felt much better and felt that it was a good time to end the night. Except for one thing. I had dared myself earlier during the night to wet myself. I wasn't too comfortable knowing that my guy friends were going to witness it, but felt more comfortable with the opposite gender. The golden opportunity had just presented itself. We exited her garage and proceeded to walk up the hill. I didn't want to tell my friend that I had to go pee too soon after exiting her place, where she would have lead me back quickly. I waited until we rounded the corner, all this time babbling to her with drunken talk, such as apologizing for puking, ruining the night, etc. Of course, she told me not to worry, it's okay", and responses of that kind. This was the moment I was going to do it--I've wet myself many times before, including public areas, but it's always been by myself. Having my friend about to witness me peeing myself, especially in the shorts I wore this day, was beyond exciting. I murmured/whined about needing to go piss, as I haven't gone the whole night. I think her response was to take me back to her place, let loose, or to hurry up back home. Of course, I resisted her choices, while crossing my legs and bouncing up and down. I don't think she was ready for what happened next, as her rebuttal was to get me back to her place. As she approached me to try and guide me back to her place, I told her: "Oh shit...I have to pee...I have to pee..." And then I just knelt down and let loose. If my friend was surprised, she didn't show it--after all, she was a nursing student and must've encountered incontinence in patients before. I was in a squatting position, arms together that extended outward, with my head buried in it. It felt sooo good to piss--I could feel the warmth of my urine going down my balls, soaking my shorts and then onto the ground. My ass became a mini-waterfall, as many streams dripped from my once dried shorts onto the ground, flowing downwards the street. I probably peed for a minute or two, and since my head was down in my arms, I couldn't see what my friend's reaction was. It was also dark, as it was probably 2 AM at this time. As I finished, my friend helped me up. This time I started apologizing about wetting myself, and of course she continued consoling me. For the rest of the walk, I could feel the dampness of my shorts on my ass and crotch area. Piss was still dripping from the bottom of my shorts onto my legs, which continued to drip down into my socks. I got home, and crawled into bed. Pee-soaked shorts and all. End. ============
  22. tanin

    Sisters party

    Hello, that's my second attempt here. And probably not the last one. If you have any suggestions - please be welcomed to put them here. P.S. Sorry for such a long story, but I have no idea how to make it shorter... First of all let's meet our heroes - 2 sisters, Agatha and Anna. Agatha is the older one, 23, is rather tall, dark blond with nice Slavian face and very sporty body. She's very active in crossfit and body building. Her younger sister, Anna is now 20, little bit shorter than Agatha with similar hair colour. There was no doubt, that they're sisters. She just finished first route of her 2nd year college exams. Also she just got a job at the fitness club, so girls have the "party like a lord" day. They went to the one of most popular student's club in the city. Like sisters used to do they were dressed very similar - white sporty shoes (Agatha Converse ones and Anna classic Adidas) with white t-shirts, with the only difference with the choose of the pants - Agatha had some cherry leggings made from material similar to spandex, while Anna has some dark grey classic jeans. As the party started they began celebrating with 3 quick Desperados beers. Normally they should be drunk after such amount of alcohol, but not this time. They started to dance for about half an hour, than another beer went to play. After another few dances they both started feeling hungry. That's normal after beers. Because of the popularity of this club there were some food trucks parked just in the entrance to provide food for such party people. After short discussion they chose to try some Chinese-styled one with spicy chicken with rye pasta, which according to internet references should be great one. And it really was, despite the fact that they were not used to spicy cuisine. After meal they went back to the club, just not to miss anything from the party. Shortly after returning to the party they switched to Kamikaze multicolored shots. Every Kamikaze is set of 4 shot glasses full of drink, so you can get drunk much faster than with other drinks. Shortly after that they both "broke their seals" with toilet, due to increasing desperation. Their party went to the "shot-dance-shot" model, with many, many shots involved. They probably set their personal records, especially that they were not regular drinkers. But when you celebrate, you don't care about the hangover. Shortly after 1 a.m. they started a discussion about leaving the club. Agatha (AG): Ok, let's go back, before we'll pass out here. Quick toilet brake and we can leave. Anna (AN): Nah, there is a 10-minutes line to the loo, and we have 15-minutes to our flat. We can make it. And I'm so drunk that I don't want to stay in the line. AG: But I'm a little desperate and it's cold outside. AN: C'mon my big sister, we should go. And you can go somewhere in the bushes close to our flat. But trust me, we'll make it without stops. AG: Okay, but if I'll pee myself it'll be your fault. And they both laughed. She didn't know that with this sentence she became a fortune teller for this night. It was rather cold outside, maybe 10 degrees of Celsius, but due to drinks they both we walking with unzipped jackets. After maybe 3-4 minutes of "sinus curve" walking style the red light stopped them. AG: I definitely should go to the toilet before we left. AN: Relax, there is a park in few minutes, you can pee there. AG: But I'm also not feeling OK with my stomach, it must the spicy food. AN: Oh, that's a little bit worse, so let's hurry. But in their state it was not so easy to walk very fast. After another 2-3 minutes they saw a park just on the other side of the street. But there was another red light. And crossing the street on red was not a good idea. It was a night and many drivers did not care about speed limits. Also, there was a lot of police patrolling the city. The light should turn green in something around 1 minute, but this amount of time was like infinity for Agatha. When the light finally switched she made a first step, but she stood next to the waste bin. She wanted just to move forward to the park, but she can't. And then something really strange happened. Her crotch started rapidly to feel warmer and warmer. Also some strange feeling was quiclky moving down her legs. A little bit of steam went to the air due to low temperature. She just looked down and there was no doubts - she was wetting her leggings. AN: Why you're not going? C'mon, I also need this park! AG: I can't... I'm... Oh my God, oh my God... AN: What? God won't help me now... AG: I just... just... I did not make it AN: C'mon, what do you mean? AG: I totally peed myself. I couldn't stop it. Please don't laugh... Anna came closer to her sister. She just couldn't believe that her older sister just wet her pants because of alcohol. She looked at her pants, due to night nothing big was visible on her pants, but she was definitely standing in big puddle. When she saw this she started to laugh hysterically. She laughed and laughed AG: You're horrible! I hate you! AN: Ha ha, sorry, but just can't stop, really, I'm so sorry, but I can't, wait... Wait... She looked down and she was terrified. Her grey jeans were simply wet. Maybe it was because of laugh, maybe she was so drunk, but she was standing if her own puddle of pee, exactly like her older sister. Agatha realized that something happened with Anna. AG: What?! Let's go! AN: You won't believe me, but my pants are also wet... AG: What? I must look... She inspected her sister's jeans. From the crotch to shoes both her legs were soaked. AG: That's your punishment! Now let's go, otherwise my stomach will explode. AN: Wait, give me few seconds. I can't believe it. It's so warm and wet. It's... nice. No, I can't believe I said that... AG: Yes, you said that, let's go! I must reach a toilet in few minutes. AN: OK, OK They finally started to continue their walk. But now it was a walk of wetness. They even started joking about this moment, but Agatha suddenly needed to stop for few seconds to avoid another accident. AN: C'mon, let's go. It's just 2 blocks away. AG: Yeah, I know that, but I'm so desperate that I'll poop myself if I continue to walk. AN: Really it's so bad? So just go in your pants... AG: You said what?! There is no way I'll purposely mess myself! AN: Yeah, yeah, but your pants are wet, so what's the difference? AG: Forget it, I'm wearing thongs, I don't want to make my pants totally ruined. OK, I'm ready to go. I'll make it. AN: Let's go, forget about my idea! They were just 50 meters from the entrance to their block. Only 50 meters, than 2 floors with the elevator, 20 steps, doors and toilet. It was so short and so long simultaneously. When Anna was entering the code to the doors, Agatha suddenly leaned against the wall. She was losing her battle. When Anna opened the door she urged her to walk in. But when she moved her leg her battle was over. Suddenly her anus opened and soft, mushy mess started to fill her leggings. It was like warm pudding against her butt and it was slowly going down her legs. AN: Why you're not going in? You look strange... AG: I totally lost it. My pants are full of poop. I just shit myself. AN: Oh, f... Yeah, I can smell it. Damn, let's go and wash ourselves. AG: Please follow me, I'm afraid that something may drop down from my pants. When she started to walk Anna had a good view on her sister's totally ruined leggings. Surprisingly nothing was really visible. Only a bulge on her back, which was moving sideways simultaneously with the move of her hips during every step. When they finally entered their flat they went just to the front of the mirror to inspect their look. Anna's grey jeans were visibly wet. There was no chance to hide her accident. But Agatha's cherry leggings were in a little bit better condition. At least from outside. On her legs there was almost no chance to see the wetness. Maybe after very careful look from close distance. On her back there was a slight dark wet patch, going partially down her right leg. She was mortified. AG: OK, I need to go first, please help me a little. AN: Do you plan to save your clothes? AG: Yes, I'll try to wash them. When they entered the bathroom, Agatha started to slowly take off her leggings. When she pulled them down to her knees she started removing her accident with paper towels with slight help from Anna, who was holding her pants. Her butt was all brown, probably because of the tightness of her pants. Also her right leg was brown down to her knee. Her light blue cotton thongs were totally wet at the crotch area and totally brown at the back. While she was cleaning herself with toilet paper, Anna started to take off her jeans. Her full-covering white panties with some lace in the front were totally soaked. AN: You're rather lucky with your thongs, you could have your panties ruined. AG: Well, honestly, I would not hold it as long with another underwear... AN: Ha ha ha, so I was right with the idea of letting it go! AG: Yeah, but only in wet pants. OK, let's wash our clothes and please forget about today's walk of shame. I can't believe I had double accident. AN: And you caused mine! AG: You're stupid! You peed yourself because you're drunk! AH: Yeah, right! OK, let's turn on the washing machine and let's go to sleep. AG: Yes, let's go!
  23. Some nights, when I'm not drinking, I drive my friends from home parties to clubs in the city center. I also sometimes drive them back home after a night in the city. This have led me to witnessing some occasions of very interesting desperation. I thought I could share one of them here. One girl, that I don't really know that well, is named Gina. She is about 1.70 m, blonde hair and an average body. I would describe her as a kind of "girl-next-door", she isn't among the most beautiful girls I've seen, but definitely pretty cute. One night, a couple of years ago, she called me and asked me to drive her and a male friend from a party to the city center. I said yes, and started driving. The trip from the party to the city center took about 15 minutes, but we also had to pick up another guy on the way. I picked up Gina and her friend, and drove towards the second location, where we would pick up the last guy. It only took about five minutes to get there, but we had to wait for a while outside his house, before he came out. While we waited, Gina suddenly said: "Wow, I really need to pee". This surprised me, because she hadn't shown any signs of desperation before this point. She was wearing a white dress, that went to her knees. She wasn't very drunk, but a little tipsy. The male friend of Gina said: "Yeah, I need to pee as well. Should we go outside?". Gina didn't say anything, but both of them went out of the car. The guy walked to some bushes by the side of the road, but surprisingly enough, Gina just lifted her dress, and pulled down her panties. This happened right next to the car, and I saw everything. I could see all of her pussy, and her cute white thong panties. Then she squatted down, and instantly started peeing, with quite a strong stream. I could see it all: Her cute, shaved pussy, and the pee forcing its way down to the asphalt. The pee was light yellow, and made a little river on the street. The car window was down, so I could also hear the pee coming out of her, and hitting the asphalt. Gina looked like she totally didn't care that she was peeing on a public street. Maybe she didn't notice me looking at her, maybe she was too drunk to care (although she didn't seem very drunk), or maybe this was normal to her. There was nobody else around, and considering that the other guy was behind some bushes on the other side of the street, I was the only one who witnessed the scene. And it made me very aroused. After about 30 seconds of peeing, she slipped her panties back up, and got back in the car. She didn't wipe or shaking to get some of the pee off of her, so I can imagine her panties getting fairly wet. When she had sat down in the car again, we just started talking about other things. She didn't say a word about what had just happened. And I did my best not to show how aroused I was.
  24. Daysleeper76x

    malefemale My first involuntary bedwetting

    Hi folks! Just a short notice, as I am still amazed about this incident.. I had a lot to drink last night, and went to bed around 2 am. Obviously, I needed to pee very badly, but somehow didn't go, instead I just fell asleep. I awoke this morning with soaked sheets - I had completely wet myself. This inspired me to re-wet the bed again, as I already had to go again when I woke up. What amazes me is that this was absolutely unintentional, so I did not prep the bed or something. I sometimes wet the bed intentionally, but this time I really didn't plan it, it just happened. Has anybody else had such an experience?