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  1. I ended a week of training with a shot of whiskey. This got me into a nice buzz, which helped me relax (with two full glasses of coke, prior to my shot of Jack...which was chased with another glass of coke). My jeans were completely drenched when I managed to pull myself afterwards. Enjoy! wj09.wmv
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    ****** WARNING ******* THESE CLIPS CONTAIN COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF VOMITTING! ******* WARNING ******* You have been warned. So here are the other four clips of Japanese women drunk and staggering to the washroom to vomit, while vomiting they also have accidents in their panties/trousers. I actually found this to be a rather convincing scenario, as this has happened to be a couple of times. Anyhow, I posted #5 a little while ago, here are the other 4. And yeah, they are strange and yeah, you might just feel tingles down there watching a drunk girl vomit. Enjoy Rach p.s. These contain vomiting.

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  3. View File JAV - PGFD-011 - Peeing Panties While Vomiting ****** WARNING ******* THESE CLIPS CONTAIN COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF VOMITTING! ******* WARNING ******* You have been warned. So here are the other four clips of Japanese women drunk and staggering to the washroom to vomit, while vomiting they also have accidents in their panties/trousers. I actually found this to be a rather convincing scenario, as this has happened to be a couple of times. Anyhow, I posted #5 a little while ago, here are the other 4. And yeah, they are strange and yeah, you might just feel tingles down there watching a drunk girl vomit. Enjoy Rach p.s. These contain vomiting. Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 02/21/2020 Category Female videos Clothing  
  4. My standard response and clean up method whenever i had drunkenly wet the bed was to strip and bag up the sheets, prop up the mattress for better drying, shower off the dried pee, then take bedding to wash, all while trying to convince self that this would definitely be the last time it would happen. However I do recall that on a couple of occasions where the pattern would alter and I have been thinking about why i allowed it to for these instances. The first of these was when i woke up having peed myself for the second night running. Even for the semi regular bedwetter i had come, this still came as something of a disbelieving shock. After peeling myself off the surface once again, this time after I had bagged up I just got dressed and went straight to launderette without having the usual post bedwetting shower. I then went out for breakfast while i waited for the sheets to wash. I have no idea if anybody in the cafe would have noticed any stale pee smell on me. I didn't really think it was too bad on me but by then I think i had just got used to it that it wouldn't stand out to me like it would to them. Thinking back i think this lack of care in this incidents aftermath was motivated by a desire to teach self a lesson for having let myself wet the bed two nights running. Peeing the bed after a night out can be put down to a one off, even if the incidents are weeks apart, but two nights running cannot, and that seems to have been my logic there. The second time i reacted differently was after I had had a decent dry spell. If memory serves it had been about two months since my last incident, so a sense of having gotten over it was finally upon me and i could put the accidents in the past. Then i woke up after a big night out completely soaked again. After the familiar had registered again, i was extra annoyed with myself this time because it was the day after this that all the university hall students were able to take our bedding down to be swapped for another week. This meant I would have to pay to wash it all simply for one single night in it. I think it was my returned self-disgust that made me decide not to bother and this time i just left the sheets on the bed. It was warm weather so i could just let the mattress dry out in the heat like normal but this time let the sheets do the same on top. I then slept that night on the dried but pee stale sheet I had wet the night before and then folded it up the next day and took it to be swapped. I wrapped it in the other bedding so handing it over was no problem but i do always wonder at whoever got given the piles to wash as they must have been able to tell that sheet had been peed on when they handled it before washing. At the time i told myself that i had done this for purely financial reasons but in truth I think the motivation for the difference in response to this accident was that it had been so long since the last one that sleeping on the pee smelling sheet and risking exposure when taking the bedding to be changed was a self imposed punishment for the self disgust at having reverted to my bedwetting ways. Hope some of that makes sense to someone!
  5. Hi everyone! It has been a while since I've shared an experience, but I had an improptu one today, so I decided to share it because it was rather fun! Today was mostly a common weekend day like any other. I had recently moved to a new university to keep doing my studies. There was this friend (who I'll call "A") that I got to know very well and we started to hang out together. After classes today, me and A decided to hang out and have fun at our local gastropub, nothing out of the ordinary. We ate some, talked about videogames and the like, and we both had a few drinks. Nothing too interesting so far. We also talked about what shows we enjoyed on TV, what we watched in Netflix... Pretty common stuff. Even though his interests weren't very similar to mine, A is still a really great guy, and I really like him, so I couldn't say no to the get-together. Anyways, we ate, and we had a couple waters and beers. I saw him go to the washroom once, then twice. It is kind of exciting now, even if I didn't think much of it in the moment. We talked for about an hour, and I must have consumed about 700 mL of hard cider, a screwdriver, and about 600 mL of water. We had to part ways about 10 minutes later because he had somewhere to be. I, however, decided to stay in, and decided to order another litre of beer. I drank it slowly with another glass of water, while browsing Reddit. As I finished up the litre (also known in the US as a "pitcher") about 20 minutes later, I drank as much water as my stomach could hold. I was already feeling at about a 6/10 when I left the bar. The walk outside didn't get any better. I live in a house that is somewhat far away from the campus of the university I study in, and I knew I was in for a long ride. I couldn't use the washrooms where I was because there weren't any gender-neutral ones (I'm nonbinary, so it would have been awkward to go into either of the washrooms, so I decided to go home.) As I was greeted with the bitterly cold wind as I left, my bladder shaked with anticipation, to just let go of all that golden, steamy liquid, and give it the relief it so asked for. But alas, I had to walk home, and I couldn't even hide an accident, were I to have it, because there were so many people in the sidewalks and street. Every step I took sent jolts to my bladder, which was now screaming for relief, but I really couldn't let go. Not right now. I had to walk to the bus stop. Every step put strain on my poor bladder, and I was trying my very hardest not to hold myself in public, especially because I was already feeling tipsy, and all my motions are exaggerated while tipsy. I walked, and kept walking, through a street, through two, through three until I finally made it to the bus stop about 10 minutes later. I had to use all of my willpower not to hold myself, as all the beer and water were starting to swell my bladder and making me quickly go to an 8/10. Every bump in the bus ride was painful for my bladder, and I was saying to myself very quietly, "Oh my goodness, it hurts", "I really have to pee", "My bladder wants to let go so bad... But I can't here, it would be so embarrassing..." 15 arduous minutes later, I was greeted with the bus stop closest to my home. Every step was getting harder and harder to take. I was thinking I could leak at any moment, very strongly feeling at a 9/10. I kept walking frantically for another five minutes, until I finally made it home, surprisingly still dry (but not for long!) After getting the key into the door, my bladder almost started to give out, as I could start to feel the first few drops coming. But, it wasn't over yet. After opening the door, I had to go up three flights of stairs, which are so much worse than regular walking for my overdistended bladder. I could finally hold myself, but it didn't help much, as I was almost starting to leak constantly. I had to leave my ankle-length coat in my room, because going potty with it is really hard and I don't want to get it all pissy because it's hard to wash. That said, I am okay with getting my dress all pissy, as well as my panties and bloomers, because they're easier to wash. I left my coat in my room and I made it to the washroom as fast as I could with what strength I still had left in my bladder. I took off my shoes as I got into the shower and finally let my poor bladder relieve it itself as much as it wanted. "OHHH MY GOOOOODNESSS~ HAAAAAAAH~ ♡" I haven't felt a relief so heavenly in many months, and the warmth that was going down my legs was a feeling I had missed so much; I savoured every single second I was going, and enjoying the ecstasy and pleasure of finally letting go and completely soaking myself in warm pee. ♡ I don't know exactly how much I went, but it must have been close to a full minute. All that golden liquid had finally left my bladder, leaving my legs warm and my heart and mind in ecstasy and bliss. ♡ After that wonderful experience, I took a shower, and I felt so turned on I just had to help myself in another way~ *wink* Anyways, that was my omo story for today and what a wonderful improvised omo story it was! It was nice to share one of my stories here again after being away for so long. I hope everyone enjoyed my experience today and I wish you a nice weekend! With love, a very desperate Sanae.
  6. I've written before about the year I had where I had issues with wetting the bed after drinking but not of the incident that preceded it. I was 19 and had gone on a camping weekend with a small group of friends, which at that age is just an excuse to drink away from home, which is what we did both nights. So it was on the final morning that I woke up in my tent with a very strange sensation in the lower half of my sleeping bag that I simply couldn't work out. My mind immediately went to the classic of thinking I had sweated a lot but this didn't make sense as only really bottom half that felt it. I think that I knew I had peed pretty much straight away but couldn't admit it to self. The smell I think is what convinced me after a short while as was pretty unmistakeable once had come fully awake. I couldn't work out how it had happened. I had nothing t compare it to as had never wet myself asleep before. Now of course I know that too much drink can cause it but at that point I did not have a clue it was a potential side effect. Had only been drinking about a year and nobody ever tells you about it. They'll tell you about hangovers and feeling sick but nobody ever seems to warn about it leading to bedwetting. Seems that one has to always be discovered by yourself! Once I had accepted what had happened and gone through the self embarrassment of having done it, I had to work out how to conceal it. Fortunately it was the last day. I remember rolling up the soaked bag into its carrier and then putting that in a tight plastic bag to keep smell out. The clothes I had slept in all got put into plastic bag that I again sealed it as tight as possible and put into rucksack. I laugh now to think back to the fact that within the tent I gave my legs as good a wash as possible using a bottle of mineral water I had in there with me! Anything to try and hide the smell of pee that had been soaking into them all night. Thankfully I got away with it and nobody that morning ever suspected I had woken up in my own pee. Who knows, maybe I wasn't the only one? Final memory of this is that I had to take my bag and clothes to a launderette as couldn't wash them at home without being found out. As it was a sunday though I had to wait until the net day to take them and also wait outside for launderette to be empty so nobody would see or smell my stuff when I got them out of bag. Good job I did too as after a full day wrapped up damp, the smell was quite strong upon getting them out. At the time I assumed it was going to be a one off and that would never happen again. About a year later however and I was to find out many times over how wrong that assumption was! At least when I started wetting actual beds there was a proper shower available to wash off in! And though I did not know it at the time obviously that was the beginning of my journey here.
  7. Happy new year, everyone! The festivities about the end of the decade were reminding me of the time I peed myself last New Year. Hope you enjoy. 31st Dec 2018 was my first New Year's Eve as an adult. I was no stranger to alcohol, but being able to hang out with friends and buy our own booze lead to considerably less moderation in my drinking. One of my friend's parents always had a meetup/party thing at a hotel for NYE, where they'd stay the night. With the understanding that their daughter wouldn't do anything too crazy, they'd allowed us all to celebrate the new year without supervision at their house for the past few years. Our plan was to get picked up by our host at around seven and make our way to the shop, as none of us broke-arses had enough money to single-handedly bankroll a party. Most of us would go after food, whilst the few of us old enough to buy booze would get the drinks: The lads amongst us were primarily after beer; the more basic members of the group wanted Smirnoff Ice (for those unaware, it's 'vodka', but with so little alcohol it's basically lemon water); and he remainder of us were debating between cocktails or straight hard liquor. Ultimately, we decided that our combined zero hours of mixology experience wouldn't be sufficient for cocktails, so we just grabbed a few bottles of regular vodka too. In case it's not clear by this point, we weren't the most wild group of people. We had fun, but most of us were either nerdy or kind of alt, meaning that the host's parents' trust was not misplaced – this wasn't an American-high-school-movie-style party. It was just our group of ten-ish people acting like idiots. Staying the night without parental supervision gave us more liberty to get shitfaced than usual, and shitfaced we got. We tried everything mixed with vodka: vodka beer (meh), vodka vodka-lemon (just Smirnoff Ice but it contains alcohol), I'm pretty sure I had vodka tea at one point (don't.). Needless to say, by the time we stumbled around the living room, arms crossed and bellowing Auld Lang Syne, I wasn't paying attention to my bladder. I realise that I've still not said what I was wearing (I'm writing this at five in the morning, don't expect the Complete-bloody-Works), so I'll clarify: I was wearing my trusty little black dress, which goes down to about the middle of my thighs. I had fairly standard white cotton knickers on, and I'd foregone a bra (as I sometimes do) because bras suck and the dress works better without one. Getting back to the story, we stepped outside into the back garden to watch the fireworks and had some fun playing, of all things, tig. It was freezing, the grass was dewy and we were all stumbling around drunk, but we had a good time. Part way through the game, it suddenly hit me that I really needed to pee. In fact, it hit me when I slipped on the grass, fell on my knees and spurted. Being crazy drunk and pretty irrational, I burst out laughing, and had to stop myself from exclaiming 'I just weed myself!'. Unfortunately, the laughing only worsened my situation, causing a second spurt which I managed to mostly stop, given that I was now aware of my situation. Even though I was now aware of my rather extreme and sudden desperation, I was determined to continue playing, given that I was still it. I don't remember if I got caught again or if I had failed to catch someone after God-knows-how-long, but I do remember that I was shamelessly grabbing myself at this point. I decided that I could no longer both play tig and not piss myself, but I didn't want to chicken out of tig. So, after exclaiming something along the lines of 'hold on a sec, I need a piss.' and heading towards one of the garden's bushes, I hiked up my dress and shamelessly pissed through my knickers. Taking advantage of the roaring laughter, I emerged from the shrubbery, ran up to my nearest friend, slapped his back and shouted 'tig!' – a pyrrhic victory, if nothing else. I awoke on my friend's sofa the following morning with a splitting headache and slightly damp knickers. Once we'd all recovered from last night's mistakes, I was the subject of some ridicule. Taking it like a champ, however, I am now the undisputed tig champion. Hope the story makes sense, I got really tired part way through so I might have to edit this mess tomorrow.
  8. 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
  9. First of all, let me say that I'm no longer with the girl from my previous stories (several years ago) and that my new partner (let's call her wife for short, even I never married) knows about my fetish but she's not into it an only ones peed her panties for me, sitting in the toilet. This happened last night. We are visiting her parents for Christmas in the small touristic town where they live. After the toast and opening of presents, we went out to the house of some friends that have moved recently to the same town, to make a new toast. My wife had been drinking white wine over dinner, and we brought another bottle of white wine to our friends' house. Once there, she drunk almost an entire bottle of pineapple cider (I only got to drink one glass) while chatting, and then two more glasses of the white wine we brought. Around two o'clock there was a blackout in the whole town because of a storm of wind, but we kept chatting and drinking for another hour by candlelight. Around three we left and drove to her parents' house. We were nearly there when my wife remembered that our present to her parents last Christmas was an automatic system to open the gates of the garden, that use to be manual.... an electrical system... and there was no electricity! I tried the remote, in vain, so we parked in front of the gate, turn on my cellphone's lantern and tried to figure out how to get inside, since everyone were sleeping and we had no way to open the gate from the outside. I don't remember why but we started to laugh (most likely because of the whole situation) and my wife says "don't make me laugh that I really need to pee". Then I realized that, a) for the way she laughed she was very drunk, and b) since there were no lights, she hadn't gone to the bathroom in our friend's house, and now she was unable to go here! I must say that, unlike my previous "wife", she's not of the "pee dance" type and you can't barely tell that she needs to pee. Also, that she rarely gets desperate, and the closest I have seen her to have a real accident was while driving in long trips (she usually drives, I'm not very good at it), when she ends up squatting besides the car's open door. Back to the story, we decided to try and climb the wall beside the gate, that it's the only part that it's accessible if someone helps you. She started to laugh about having to climb a fence wearing a dress and sandals (what she almost never wears, since she prefers more sporty outfits) as I help her to get on top of the small wall. Then she tried to help me climb, laughing all the time, but drunk as she was, she couldn't. So she unclimbed inside the garden and went to the house. Maybe not to let me alone outside too long, or because she wasn't that desperate, she didn't go inside to pee but came back soon with a beach lounge chair, that she passed to me over the wall (as I said is not very tall, so we could see each other's faces). I opened the chair beside the wall and used it to climb on top of it... and as I placed my weight on the wall, I heard the chair closing behind me and falling flat to the floor... My wife started laughing hysterically, and I laughed too, but in her drunken state she kept laughing and suddenly said "I'm peeing!". Perched over the wall, I promptly pointed the cellphone's lantern to her feet hoping to see a lake forming beneath her but saw nothing. She kept laughing and saying "I can't hold it", "I'm losing it" and the likes while spreading her legs, and a few drops appeared in the ground between her feet, but that was it. I had to climb down again to grab the chair, place it in a different position and climb again, with my wife saying from the other side of the wall between laughs "hurry up, that I'm all wet" and "I can't believe it, I'm a mess". In the second try I finally managed to get over the wall bringing the chair with me. Once inside the garden, she told me "let's go inside, that I still have to pee badly". I held her, trying to convince her to finish right there over the grass and into her panties, since she was already wet, and she laughed and tried to get away. I was able to sneaky a touch of her wet panties, but she said something about her sandals getting ruined and finally we went inside and into the bathroom, where she finished peeing in the toilet after removing her panties, that were soaked (her sandals had a few splashes too, but her dress was dry). To round up the story, while she was taking a shower her mother went down the stairs asking why we didn't call her since she was waiting for us to come to open the gate, and after my wife finished showering (at the light of my cellphone) I realized that the lights had already come back (sometime after I tried to open the gate with the remote, but don't know when exactly) Gus
  10. Grabbing Graham Unsteady on his feet with his voice raised more than usual Graham clumsily made his way onto the station platform. The works Christmas night out had been amazing and he was buzzing from finally kissing Jennifer from admin under the mistletoe and from the alcohol surging through his body. He was drunk and would probably not remember much tomorrow but right now he was merry and singing jingle bells to anyone who happened to even glance at him. It was just days until Christmas so what was the problem? He was happy and high and everyone else should be too. He couldn’t make out a word of the announcements but then even sober he could hardly make out what train announcers said anyway. The rain and alcohol made reading the notice board rather hard too. The words were fuzzy so Graham laughed and brazenly walked up to someone who vaguely looked like they worked for British Rail and shouted louder than he realised: ‘Hoy mate. When’s that train for Farmsly coming?’ It was another member of the public who replied: ‘They just announced it. It’s ten minutes late mate. Platform 6.’ Graham tried to focus on the information as his brain struggled to process. Far too much alcohol was clouding his understanding and awareness but familiarity eventually kicked in and he stumbled his way to platform 6 and found a bench in a shelter. Graham wasn’t an overly confident or out-going person normally but fuelled with beer, spirits, mulled wine and more that he couldn’t even remember now, he was louder, more care free and much more bold. As an older woman in her late forties stood in the shelter he held his hand out to shake hers. ‘Merry Christmas Mrs!’ His other hand carelessly moved to his crotch area. The woman looked at him scornfully glancing at his other hand rather than the one he held out. Clearly thinking he was acting inappropriately she picked up her phone out of her pocket and looking right at Graham she made her intentions obvious: ‘Either stop that or I’ll call the police now! Drunk or not I am not accepting anyone do that! You filthy animal!’ Graham laughed not quite thinking of the seriousness of the situation as his mind was still full of frolics from his night on the town. ‘Listen wo.....wom....woman. I’m...am no like that. I need a piss that’s alllllll....but merry Christmas to ya anyway.’ Graham hadn’t really noticed how much he had to piss until the woman had looked at his hand. It was true he was touching himself and it did look wrong but, shit, he had to piss and all the drink in his bladder was wanting out rather suddenly. He grabbed his crotch and squeezed himself as he moved his legs to try and get comfortable on the cold damp bench. ‘Well no getting your dick out and pissing in front of me or I’ll take your photo and stick it on Facebook! I’m sick of drunks like you thinking they can piss wherever the hell they want. If you canny hold your piss then don’t drink!’ Graham couldn’t be bothered thinking of a come back. He just wanted on the train and away from the woman and into the toilet. God he really had to piss badly now. He was sure he’d went in the club earlier but it was all a bit hazy now. He ignored the woman and continued to grab his penis, scissoring his legs fast. Nothing more was said and Graham staggered onto the train as it finally arrived. He didn’t bother sitting and instead made his way through the carriages to find the toilet. The train wasn’t too busy, probably because it was the last one of the night and most sensible people were already in bed asleep. Graham held onto the seats and handles as he unsteadily made his way through the train. Finally he reached the carriage with the bathroom and he pressed the button to open the door. Nothing happened. Graham grabbed himself again openly. ‘Oh for fucks sake man. I need a piss!’ An older man’s voice shouted: ‘I think it’s broke mate. Seen it tried twice now.’ Graham bent forward and held himself. ‘Are you fucking serious? I need a piss so bad man.’ Two young girls, in their early twenties, dressed in sparkly fitted short dresses and tights, and clearly a little tipsy themselves, giggled as they watched Graham push the door, press the button repeatedly, and squirm whilst grabbing his personal area. Graham made a fist and banged on the door before marching on the spot and finally sitting down right outside the bathroom. He couldn’t sit still at all, alternating between scissoring his legs, crossing them and bouncing them. The giggling from the girls continued, though Graham wasn’t really caring. He leaned forward rubbing his penis with one hand and holding the chair tightly with his other hand. Too drunk too care and way too desperate to be able to stop even if he did, he squirmed and grabbed himself openly in a valiant attempt to keep his urine from escaping. Graham was frantic. He was beyond bursting now as he rocked and fidgeted on the train chair, interspersed with moaning and whimpering. The girls continued to laugh. The ticket inspector opened the carriage door and the girls muffled their laughter as they looked for their tickets. Graham on the other hand couldn’t stop fidgeting to get his ticket out his pocket let alone remember if he even had one. He stood up as the inspector approached grabbing his penis openly with one hand whilst getting his wallet out his back jeans pocket with his other. ‘Tickets please.’ ‘Mate I’ve....I’ve got a tic...ticket...just geez a minute....I’m...shit mate I’m dying for a slash and your..,your...toilet’s broke. Can you not...fix it pleeee...please. It’s an...an emergency!’ ‘Tickets please.’ Graham couldn’t stand still. He fondled with his crotch openly as he danced and crossed his legs as he handed the inspector a train ticket. ‘That’s your inward journey one. I need your return one please.’ Graham bent forward with a hand contorted on his dick as a spurt shot out. ‘God no! I’m pissing myself here mate! Can you not fix your fucking....fucking toilet.’ ‘Have you got a return ticket please?’ Graham opened his wallet and handed the man a ten pound note. ‘Where from?’ ‘What?’ Another small amount of piss dribbled out of Graham’s penis. ‘Where did you get on and where are you going?’ Graham hammered on the toilet door with his fist as his other hand grabbed his aching member. ‘If you don’t stop that I’m adraid I will need to ask you to get off this train. The toilet is unfortunately broken sir. Now where did you get on the train and where are you going?’ ‘I’m pissing myself and all you can talk about is where am I going? The only place I want to go is this fucking toilet and I can’t! I’ve been bursting since central station and I can’t fucking hold this until Farmsly. Is there not ano...anoth....another toilet?” ‘One single from Central to Farmsly is £4.30. Here’s your change sir and please don’t make a mess of my carriage. I’m afraid you will just have to wait a bit longer. I do apologise for any inconvenience.’ Graham wanted to swear but all his energy was being used to balance on his feet on the moving train and holding back the torrent of pee inside his bladder. He u did the button on his jeans and hastily fell back onto the seat behind him. Being drunk and desperate was there torture and Graham knew his underwear was already pretty damp. The ticket inspector checked the other tickets before walking through to the next carriage. The girls continued their giggling at Graham’s predicament whilst the older man looked out the indie as if Graham’s didn’t exist. Graham slid his hand inside the crotch of his jeans and held his aching damp penis for all he was worth. He stroked it, squeezed it, pressed it, and rubbed it as it shook and surged between his legs. Every jolt of the carriage hurt and time seemed to stand still. Finally Graham could just about make out the on board announcement that the train was approaching Farmsly. ‘Thank fuck for that! Oh God I need to piss!’ Graham tried standing up but his jeans wouldn’t stay up. He hitched and held them up as best he could but as he needed both hands to steady himself to walk to the door he was faced with no other choice but to re zip his fly and button up his jeans. He moaned loudly at the pressure this put on his bladder and immediately grabbed himself and jigged about. ‘I need a fucking piss!’ He shouted. The girls giggled louder than ever. Graham couldn’t care. He leaned forwards, one hand grabbing his member as tightly as he could as the train slowed at the station. He punched the button to open the door and moaned as he had to open his legs in order to get over the gap between the train and the platform. It was raining, cold and dark. Graham felt more urine dribbling as he walked along the platform. He sensed he was alone as he staggered towards the exit. Suddenly another surge hit and he quickly undid the bottom on his jeans, unzipped his fly and pulled out his wet, aching, half erect penis and allowed the pent up pee to zoom it’s way past his urethra and surge out of his penis at force. He was too drunk and it was too dark to even attempt to walk towards bushes and his piss wasn’t going to wait another second. Graham stood shaking as warm piss surged out his body as he gripped his penis with both hands. High from alcohol, a great night out and the ecstasy of finally being able to release he stood there laughing and smiling and shouting at the top of his voice: ‘I needed a fucking piss ok!’ Not that anyone else cared except him. Well him and his bladder that was.
  11. Hi everybody, I had an experience Saturday night I didn't tell you about yet. We (gf and I) were invited with the neighbours from a few houses further in the street for dinner. They're nice people and we get along pretty well. There were some more people there and the night turned out to be great fun. There was music and dancing and a bunch of alcohol and weed involved. By the time we went home it was almost morning and we were all more than a little drunk. When we got up I felt like I really needed to pee, but it's only a minute away so I figured I'd go at home. We took off, and my gf said she really needed to hurry because she had to pee like crazy. So we hurried along the back of the houses into our garden, and then she suddenly took off sprinting to get inside, with me right behind her. She raced to the toilet, yanked her tights and knickers down and started peeing a torrent into the toilet. When I saw that i just couldn't control it anymore and I completely soaked myself standing next to her. There was nothing I could do to stop it, it just poored out of me. My yoga pants were wet all down my legs and my socks were soaked and I was standing in a growing puddle. I just stood there giggling like crazy and emptying my bladder on the bathroom floor and my gf laughing her ass off. I saw a wet spot in my girlfriend knickers too when she sat on the toilet, so I guess she sprinted inside because she was starting to lose it too. It was definitely an interesting experience. I often have little almost made it accidents, but a complete soaking like that is pretty rare. Well, hope you enjoyed. Liesje
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  17. 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
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  19. 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.
  20. This incident happened in the summer when I was. 19. A few friends were already drinking and I joined them after work. It was a warm night, so I wore a T-shirt and a pair of Nike basketball shorts (solid color and shiny). I went commando, as I like the feeling of the smoothness. I was playing catch up, and during the whole time, I was letting small spurts out. Drops could be seen on the floor, but I'm pretty sure no one noticed. I did this to test the waters, to see if I could set myself up for a perceived accident. As the night neared the end, we were all pretty wasted. I drank a lot and then I started to gag, and my friend who hosted the party directed me to her restroom. I yakked, which started a chain reaction with my other friends. As they were busy puking, my friend offered to walk me home (only 2 blocks away). As messed up as I was, I never forgot my goal, as I drank a lot of chasers. My bladder was pretty damb full, and knew this would be a perfect time to let go. We left her house, walked up the hill, and that's when I started "rambling" about going to piss myself. Of course, she said everything to help assure me I'd be able to make it or to go back, but I cringed, grabbed my crotch, and gave in. As my hot piss soaked my shorts, I knelt down, reducing the amount that would flood my shoe. My friend stood there, probably trying to look away. I had my head down, realizing what I just did. After the piss left my bladder and soaked into my shorts, you could see the trail of piss glimmering underneath the street light. I then apologized to my friend, who consoled me and told me not to worry about it. Little did she know, I enjoyed the whole thing! (except the puking part) :D
  21. I've been lurking on this site for about a year now, since I found it during my desperation google-searches. I feel confident enough to post my own story now, since I (sort of) have a feel for the site. I'm pretty sure I'm not violating any rules, but please let me know if I'm doing anything borderline. Apologies for the long text. The events are all true, while I may have embellished the details a bit. This happened about 5 years ago, when I was about 19. I'm a guy, by the way. I was over at a friends place for his graduation party. There were about 40 people there, milling about and doing whatever the hell people do at parties. I personally am not very social, and I was actually there just to help run the A/V system. Music is blasting, the dance floor is rumbling, and the alcohol is flowing. I don't drink, then or now. The party rolled on till about 1AM, when people started to stumble out in various states of inebriation. I packed up the gear and helped the DJ put his stuff back into his van, and was in the process of putting my own mixer table into the back of my pickup when I notice a girl trying to get into her car. She's obviously shitfaced drunk, fumbling with her keys trying to get the door unlocked. She drops the keys and bends over to pick them up, stumbles, and goes down in a tangle. Me being the quintessential Good Samaritan that I am at heart, rush to her aid. "Woah woah, hold up there girl. Are you okay?" I help her up back on her unsteady feet. She reeks of alcohol, and her speech comes out completely slurred. "Ay, yeh I'm oook... Jus need too get home..." She stumbles again and brushes her brunette hair back from her face. Here I realize that holy shit, she's a hot one. "You're not driving. You can barely stand up. Do you want me to call a cab?" After I said that I realized that the local small-town cab company, with a whopping 5 vehicles, shuts up operations at midnight. "No,no no no.... I'm ookay just... ugh.." "Look, let me give you a ride. There's no way you're making it home like that." I helped her up and tried to guide her towards my truck. As I unlock the passenger side door she passes out, and sort of flumps over onto my 1980's era bench seat. I feel obligated to do something now, so I check her wallet and find her address. Cool, she's only four blocks from my house. Easy to swing by. About 5 minutes later I'm roaring down the freeway at the 50mph my truck can handle, when I hear a hissing noise. Fearing a leaky tire (which happens all too much), I stop quickly and pull over, only to realize the hissing is coming from inside the cab. I look over, and SURPRISE! My drunken damsel in distress is wetting in her jeans full force! The wetness starts spreading up her jeans, pooling around her ass and pouring down her legs. I am, of course, highly turned on knowing that a girl is unknowingly wetting herself only a few feet away. I could care less about the seat, you can't hurt the thing with all the Pepsi in New York, but just... wow! A girl actually wetting herself right in front of me! Suddenly not caring about anything else, I let go and pissed myself as well. The warmth and wetness just felt too damn good... I jack off and blow in my underwear. Then the self consciousness returns: I'm on the side of a freeway, in a beater 1980's Ford, with a drunk piss-soaked girl in the passenger seat and I'm soaked as well. I smash the 5 speed gearbox back into first and tear out, and get to her apartment as fast as possible. When we get to her apartment, I carry her up the three sets of stairs and work at figuring out which key goes to the door. I'm getting a bit uncomfortable by now, since my legs are cold and my crotch is slimy. I get the door unlocked and carry her into the apartment; she makes a cute little moan and shifts in my arms. I lay her down on the couch and try to figure out what to do. I dig around in her kitchen and find a notepad and pen. I scribble out a note, describing what transpired along with my name and phone number. I nope out and get back in my truck, piss a little more to try and relieve the cold, and rumble back to my house. The next day at about 11AM I got a call from her, thanking me for essentially saving her life. She said we should go out for coffee and donuts sometime, so she could meet me face to face (and sober). I'll post some of my other experiences in this thread later. ;)
  22. 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.
  23. 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!
  24. 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. ============
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