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  1. Hi guys, Here's a brief story that happened when I went to a music festival with my then girlfriend (we'll call her Jess) a few years ago. ***** We'd just finised seeing the last band of the night and were making our way back to where we'd camped at the far end of the festival away from the main arena. We'd been drinking steadily throughout the night and while we weren't blackout drunk, we'd consumed a lot of fluid over the course of the day and were fairly tipsy. I stopped off at the big block of toilets in the main arena to take my last pee before going to bed. By this point of the weekend the toilets were in an awful state, and so Jess said she would wait and use the less busy toilets nearer our campsite away from the footfall of the main arena. On returning from the toilets I found Jess standing and bobbing subtlely from foot to foot, not enough to alert the casual observer of her need, but certainly notcieable if you knew the signs to look for! We started back towards the campsite and as the toilet block came into view Jess groaned. The maintenance staff were emptying the portaloos, and as a result had closed half of them, meaning that a large queue had formed for the remaining available toilets. At a guess there were a good 50 people waiting to use a bank of around 5 portaloos. Jess sighed and turned to me, "what do you think I should do, I can't wait here all night, I'm freezing!" "It's really up to you babe, how bad do you need to go?" I replied. "Kinda bad, I guess I've only been a couple of times all day and we've had quite a bit to drink, but I find it hard to tell when I'm drunk" "Well, we can wait here for the queue to go down, we can try and find some other toilets if you want" I suggested. Jess paused for thought, glancing again at the ever growing queue. "I just wanna go to bed, I think I'll be fine, I'm a big girl" she smiled, and began walking off towards our tent. We had picked a spot near the entrance to the festival that meant to go between our tent and the main arena, you had to walk down a short dirt track that had been fenced off to keep the festival goers out of the surrounding woodland. In the morning when we had gone into the festival, this track had been dry and rather dusty from all the site vehicles passing over it. However in the intervening hours the great British weather and the various traffic along the track had turned it to sludge that was virtually impossible to navigate. We battled our way down it and then made our way through a maze of guy ropes to our tent. Jess stooped to grab the zip of our tent door, wincing almost imperceptibly as she did so. "Ooh, I think I may need to go worse than I thought" she said with a strained voice. "I'm sure you'll be fine babe, we'll be back up in a few hours anyway so not too long to wait" I tried to reassure her. She smiled uncertainly in response but opened the tent door went inside. We both got changed out of our clothes and climbed into our sleeping bags. I was exhausted from walking around in the sun and drinking all day, so sleep should have come fairly easily, but I couldn't help but be distracted by Jess shuffling around next to me, making a loud rustling sound on the tent floor with each movement. "Babe are you ok?" I called out softly through the haze of impending sleep, after trying to drift off for half an hour or so. "I really need the loo, I don't think I can wait all night" she meekly replied. "I'm absolutely dying for a wee, those last couple of beers have really caught up with me." She sat up slowly next to me and cradled her bladder with one hand. Even in the dark and half asleep I could see that it was bulging out dramatically, particualrly as she was normally very slim in build. "Fuck, there's only one thing for it" she said suddenly. "Can you keep watch for me?" "What do you mean babe?" "Get dressed and stand up outside like your brushing your teeth or something, keep watch for anyone." "Don't you want to try the toilets back there, I bet the queue has gone down now" I replied. "I can't, I'm absolutely bursting and if I tried to get changed and then get back down that muddy track, I don't think I'd make it in time." She had taken on an urgent, commanding tone so I did as she had asked and quickly got dressed. "Right, keep an eye out and let me know if there's anyone coming, is the coast clear?" I stood up and scanned the area around us that was largely deserted, but for a group huddled round a campfire some 50 metres away. "Yep, coast's clear" I replied. With that, she squatted down and began to pee, just a trickle at first, barely audible on the grass, but soon quickening to a forceful torrent that would have been easily heard by anyone awake in the tents immediately next to us. Jess peed at full force for at least 30 seconds, an expression of pure bliss etched across her face the whole time as she let go the many pints of beer she had consumed over the course of the evening. Her stream slowed again to a trickle and eventually stopped. Jess wiped herself, pulled up her underwear and we both climbed back into the tent and were quickly sound asleep. The next day Jess drank noticeably slower and made far more regular bathroom trips, and luckily (for her at least) avoided any more mishaps that weekend. ***** Hope you guys enjoyed, I have one or two other stories involding Jess in predicaments such at this, if anyone would like to hear them please let me know.
  2. I have had a female friend for some years...just a platonic relationship that has grown into a very close friendship. Somehow circumstances when we met, made me disregard it as a potential relationship...even though I knew she had a crush on me. Just didn't feel right...kinda hard to explain. But we have been on travels together just the two of us, and shared beds in hotels etc...so we were very intimate, just not lovers. The strange thing about it for me, was that I could never imagine her being into anything kinky...and maybe that made me doom a relationship with her to fail...and I cared too much about her to pretend anything that could end up hurting her. This summer we went on a trip together, and she confided that she had been dating a guy...but didn't want him anyway because she was in love with me. So I was sort of forced to come clean...and vaguely told her that I couldn't imagine us together, because I felt my sexuality would be incompatible with hers. This went on a week or so, and she kept pressing on what it was...and I just couldn't bring myself to telling her. Until this one evening in a hotel in a big city with lots of lights and gambling (you do the math)...and we had had quite a few drinks. We were hanging out with our friends in a bar and it was getting pretty late...so at one point we stood up to go to our room, and she said something to the effect of "I need to pee...so lets just get going". Being a bit drunk, it somehow led to us getting to our room...and started making out right away. She said she really needed to pee...but didn't want to go right there...so she joked that if I pressed to hard on her bladder, she would end up peeing herself. I guess that just made me even more enthusiastic...and we just kept making out and fondling, and ended up in the bed. She kept talking about her needing to pee...but I just kept holding her there...and we just laughed about it for a while. But then I just told her...."wanna know my secret? ...I really think that it's incredibly sexy when a grown woman pees herself" ... "Is that all?" she replied..."wow what a relief...I thought it would be something really strange!" "Oh...so you don't find that revolting or strange?" ..."No...that's kinda cute" We just kept on kissing and fondling in the bed...and at one point I could see a wet spot growing in her crotch To make this already very long story a bit shorter, the rest of the trip became very intense and very wet! And the past month since we came back home, it has just continued...and her favorite fun is to surprise me all the time with wetting herself when I am the most unaware...and see how long it takes for me to notice She confided in me that she wet her bed until she was 11...so she felt it was liberating just to pee whenever she wanted, and get sexually rewarded. Bottom line is that she has ended up very wet every time I have seen her since...and she even seems to enjoy to admire the wet spots on her pants I could not have imagined that we would end up where we are now, just a couple of months ago. A couple of pics where she decided to soak her jeans this weekend
  3. Sonali, my ex, had the largest bladder I've ever known. Well, this was the experience with her that really put it to the test. I've tried to make her hold her pee for me many times, but she's never come close to being really desperate. If you've ever been for an ultrasound you'll know how it works. The doctors tell you to drink as much water as you can prior to the appointment and then to come to the office. What they don't tell you is that the amount of urine your body can comfortably hold, is not enough to carry out the ultrasound. Because of this, the doctor, in this case a 27 year old Mallu aunty called Sweety, makes the person taking the ultrasound wait in the lounge for as long as possible before finally seeing them so that their bladder is sufficiently full. Anyway, this time, I was sitting in the waiting room with a full-bladdered Sonali. Sonali kept mentioning on and off how badly she needed to pee but it was in a joking manner. It wasn't serious or even urgent (as it was that time after the train ride). She just kept joking about it in good humor. After 45 minutes of sitting in that waiting room though, Sonali's patience and bladder control began to waver. She no longer joked light heartedly; rather, she crossed her legs tightly and rocked back and forth. She bit her lower lip with a determination that I'd only seen her use before for math homework. She was really in a tight fix. Sonali's tight jeans clad her bouncing legs albeit barely. I could see the urgency written on her face. At that moment, Sweety (The Mallu Doctor) appeared at the door to the room clad in her pink uniform. "Sonali Kumar?", She called out. Sonali jumped to her feet and walked/ ran towards the clinic room. As I was there with her, they allowed me inside (although Sweety was very reluctant). As soon as we entered, Sonali lay down on the cushioned (and waterproof) reclining chair that was customary of gynecologists. Sweety promptly made her open her tightly crossed legs, and unbuttoned her jeans. Sweety slid Sonali's jeans down to her upper thighs, exposing Sonali's hairy pubic region to the cold AC air of the clinic. As Sonali's 'region' was obstructed by hair, Sweety had to quickly shave it away before the ultrasound could be taken. These 30 seconds were torture for Sonali, who tensed her bladder with all her might and bit her lip so hard it turned white. As soon as the ultrasound was done, Sweety zipped up Sonali's jeans, told her she'd send the results soon, and showed her the door. Sonali dashed through the door, expecting a quiet clean and solitary bathroom where she could peacefully void the contents of her aching bladder. Alas, that wasn't so. The door Sweety had pointed to led to a common bathroom, just like the ladies bathrooms that you see in multiplexes. Apparently, the hospitals had multiple Ultrasound clinics operating but only one bathroom. As you might think to yourself, this is obviously a recipe for a soaking wet disaster. The bathroom was crammed to bursting with desperate women, jiggling back and forth from foot to foot. The sounds of gushing relief from the women that had reached the few cubicles made the long wait even more unbearable. After less than a minute Sonali decided she couldn't wait and told me to get in the car and drive home. The car ride was the most desperate car ride of Sonali's life. She sad next to me in the rider's seat frantically shaking in every concievable manner. Just by looking at her, I knew she wouldn't make it home. Sure enough, the moment we reached a stretch of the road with a foresty patch to the side, Sonali shouted at me to stop. Not wanting to test the waterproof-ness of my seats, I hastily stopped the car by the roadside. Sonali jumped out of the car and ran to the furthest edge of the shrubbery. She ran up until she reached a small wooden fence that demarcated the limits for someone else's property. In the blink of an eye, Sonali's pants and panties had been torn down and she was squatting neatly in front of the fence. As her ass faced the fence, a loud and spluttering stream of pee gushed out of the hairy mauve patch between her legs and soaked the parched ground below. Sonali's piss covered the ground. She remained hunched in that position for nearly another 5 minutes as her bladder emptied itself in a hissing torrent. When she finally got up, she was sweating with exertion. As we drove back home she told me that that was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most satisfying piss of her life.
  4. Hey guys, No, it’s not a metaphor. I legitimately got my ex- girlfriend to poop her pants. Crazy, right? I tell you, I’ve done some ballsy stuff in my days, but this must be one of the ballsiest, if that’s even a word; autocorrect doesn’t seem to think so. I’m writing this in two parts, as It is my blessing and my curse to be extremely detailed in my experiences, so please bear with me and my wordiness x). It may be slightly embellished, only because I don’t remember the exact dialogue verbatim, and the ‘narrative’ format does the story a lot more justice. But basically, this is what happened: First, a little background: my ex- girlfriend and I met at a hookah bar in the city. She happened to be a model for vape products and would go to conventions all the time to market new products. With that said, she was a very attractive girl, if I do say so myself. She had a very pretty face, a modest bust, and a very toned butt. She lived a pretty wild life and drank pretty frequently with me. Fairly early on in the relationship, Pam (we’ll call her) wet the bed, and I confessed my desperation fetish to her while cleaning our bedsheets. She was totally chill with it, and actually humored me on a number of very sexy occasions. This is one of those occasions. One particular night, we went out and partied, and drank way too much. We ended up falling asleep in my car, outside of my friends house. I had work fairly early the next morning, so I knew it was going to end up being “bring your girlfriend to work” day. It was a short shift that morning, so I knew I could get away with it; but the drive was pretty long, especially for the two of us, who were hungover at this point. …. And I was starting to feel the urge to use the bathroom. I left Pam in the car and went inside to work my shift. Basically, my shift ends when my work is done, because I was in management at this point. Easy peasy. Except my stomach kept gurgling, and that gurgling kept getting lower and lower. Now, I won’t bore you with the details of my mild desperation for the next hour; just know that by the end of the shift, I had to go pretty bad. As I was on my way to relieve myself in the nastiest bathroom this side of the Rio Grande, it occurred to me: ‘Maybe Pam has to go to?’ I bit my lip in excitement, but then thought nothing of it. I doubt I’d be able to take advantage of that at this point, I was probably overthinking it. I finished my business and went outside to check on her. I was met with a very pleasant surprise…. “Hey babe,” I said, giving her a kiss, “How you holding up in here?” “Ehhh, I’ve been better,” she said, with a shy smile. “Why? You still a little hung over?” I asked teasingly. “Yeah well there’s that, but I also need to use the bathroom pretty badly…” She said shyly. “Dude same, my stomach was acting up awhile ago, but I didn’t really have to go to the bathroom,” I said, lying. “Well good for you! I’ve literally been sitting her farting for the past 20 minutes.” She said, sticking her tongue out. “In fact, I almost pooped my pants the last time I tried to push it out.” She said with a silly smile. I bit my lip in excitement that I could barely contain. She knew about my fetish, but was she willing to humor me again, with another kind of desperation this time? “I’m almost finished up babe, after that, we can find somewhere for you to go.” I said, disingenuously. “Good! Because I’m starting to get really uncomfortable.” She breathed a sigh of relief, pressing her bottom into the seat of my car, “Can I just use the bathroom ins- I blurted out impulsively, “- I, uhhhh, I don’t think you’d want to use it, it’s pretty dirty” “Okay, I guess I’ll hold it then…” She resigned, “…. Not that you would mind that would you?” She teased. I felt myself go red in the face as I walked away to finished, the beginnings of an erection beginning to form. ‘Why would I lie to her like that?’ I asked myself in frustration, ‘I mean I know why I lied to her, she’s on the verge of pooping her pants, and seems relatively cool about it. But maybe I should have just asked nicely….’ Either way, my shift was up soon, and my increasingly desperate girlfriend would soon make the decision a whole lot easier. After half- assing my work for the next 30 minutes, I finished with my shift. But my lust was getting the better of me, and I wanted to delay Pam just a little bit longer. *Pammy,* I text her, *you want to see what the office looks like?* *lol sure why not* she text, without mentioning her need. I spent the next 5- 10 minutes showing Pam around my store. The whole time she had this very sweet smile on her face, but looked somewhat uncomfortable. At one point I saw her bite her lip and clench her cute, toned butt cheeks, before resuming with the tour. On our way past the bathroom, Pam grimaced and gave me a shy smile, “Hey babe, do you know if there’s a bathroom next door?” “No, next store is a Circle K, and they don’t have bathrooms. Why, do you still need one?” I asked, playing dumb. “Well I still haven’t pooped in the past 30 minutes, and still have to go.” She said, giving me a stupid smile. “Oh come on,” I said, teasing, “you can hold it. You’ve held it longer for me before!” “Yeah, that’s true…” she said, conceding as she crossed her legs and placed a hand on her stomach, “but this is like, poop, not pee silly. It’s hangover poop, the kind that’s gonna come out whether you want it to or not.” She corrected, re- crossing her legs as she clenched her butt again. “Sounds like a challenge to me,” I said, giving her a wink. “Well maybe you’ll get lucky,” she said, returning my wink. “Well maybe I should extend the tour,” I implied suggestively, eyeing her hungrily. “HA! Sure, and maybe I’ll just poop my pants, then right? Come one lets hurry, I have to go!” she teased as she sauntered past me to the office, her burdened ass swaying back and forth with every step. My heart started beating, and my face was burning red again. I wanted this bad, but I wasn’t sure whether to just let this keep playing out or ask her to hold it for me. On one hand, I could just drag this out until we got home, as I’m sure she could hold it by then. But if I asked her to hold it for me…. Well, that would be incredible. By now, I had developed a sense of boldness with my sexual desires, and since I had already confessed my fetish for pee desperation, this might be a similar confession experience, if not less shocking. Whatever, I decided to go for it. But tactfully. As Pam entered my office, I lightly shut the door, put my hand around her waist, and started kissing her, which she kindly accepted. cute “You look pretty good when you walk away,” I teased, grabbing her sexy ass as I said it. Pam gave a cute little girl squeal, and I felt her butt tense up, “I’m glad you think so babe, but I’m a little preoccupied right now.” She giggled, biting her lip. “Maybe you could use a distraction?” I said, squeezing her butt again. “Believe it or not, you’re making me have to go even more!” “Maybe that’s the idea?” I said, tickling her as I pulled away. My erection was more than obvious at this point, and there was only so much fooling around we could do behind office doors. So this was the moment of truth. “Really? You want to make me have to poop?” she said, with mild confusion. “Well, uh, not necessarily,” I stuttered, flustered, “but you do look pretty cute when you clench your butt like that…” I confessed, bashfully. She pondered my confession for a moment, all while placing a hand gently on her butt, crossing her legs tightly. Then her face went up with sudden epiphany, as she said, with an amused smile, “Ohhhh, this is part of your fetish thing isn’t it?” “Hahaaaa… yeah, it kind of is.” I confessed, “I think it’s sexy when you have to go to the bathroom, regardless of whether you have to pee…” I paused, eyeing her increasingly desperate figure, “or do something else…” “Oh, so is that what the whole, ‘sounds like a challenge,’ was about earlier?” She giggled. “Haha yeah. And to be honest, the bathroom isn’t all that dirty. You can use it if you want to, but, uhh-“ “- Babe,” she interjected, “honestly, I’d much rather use my bathroom at home rather than here. Besides, I you know I like a good challenge.” She said with a wink, kissing me again. “You sure you’re okay with this?” I asked again, nervous. “I’m sure,” she said with a smile, crossing her legs and swaying her butt back and forth, “I’m just glad that you don’t think I’m gross for my little problem right now.” “I’m glad you don’t think I’m gross either!” I said, with a relieved sigh, “you never have to feel shame about your bodily functions around me.” “I’ve noticed,” she said, amused. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve had to fart really bad since I walked in here, and I don’t want to leave it in your office.” She said bashfully, as she scurried out of my office to fart in some unassuming location of the store. I smiled in relief, satisfaction, and arousal, all at once. The next two hours have since been branded into my memory.
  5. This story is from high school. It was before I started dating my ex girlfriend. We'll call her Jane. So I slept over at Jane's house for the first time ever. Everything was going well. We were only about sixteen. We had stayed up late talking about movies and whatever else young girl's talk about at that age. Nothing naughty happened, we just slept very close together and flirted a lot. To describe myself back then: I had long curly brown hair, and caramel skin I was skinny about 135 lbs but still had a curvy body. I was wearing a small white t shirt that barely covered my torso and a pair of black spanks with blue panties. No socks. Anyway the next morning when I woke up I noticed I had a very strong urge to pee, but jane had not woken up yet. I contemplated getting up and going to the bathroom but I was too shy to get out of bed and risk waking her. So I decided to just hold it and go back to sleep. A few hours later I woke up and I was absolutely bursting. Jane was also awake at this point and announced that she was going to go to the bathroom. She left the room and I stood from my place to wait for her to come back. This was a bad decision because all of the pee in my bladder sloshed down against my sphincter and my pee hole was screaming to just let it all out right there. I grabbed myself and began to dance as I desperately willed my body to keep all of my pee in for just a few more minutes. I was mortified. I barely knew this girl and I was about to wet myself in her room, which had a carpet floor. That would have been awful. I had to dance around for a good five minutes before she finally came back. I quickly took my hand away from my center and announced that I was going to the bathroom as well. She smiled and I walked out of the room clenching my muscles as hard as I possibly could. The bathroom was only a few feet from her room so it didn't take long to get there. I quickly locked the door and pulled my shorts and panties down. I pushed all of my pee out as hard as I could. The relief was almost orgasmic. I had to hold back a moan as I continued to empty my bladder. Finally after about a minute of peeing my stream finally stopped. I washed my hands went back to her room and had to make it through the rest of the day horny as hell from my accidental hold. Sorry it was short but that's about it. I hope you enjoyed it!
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  7. It was a just a normal Friday at work,but also was a long weekend coming up and it was payday as well,I had worked hard all day at my job catching up on and finishing some things that I had been working on for the last week or so,I work at a window and doors plant and had spent over half of the day putting the finishing touches on 7 windows I had built earlier that week..and that lasted till close to noon to finish them all..as I had started work that morning at 7 am..after I was done the windows it was close to lunch time and decided right after I ate I would finish off the five doors as well that I had also built,it was a very nice sunny day out and the temperature was about 70 degrees,and when the bell rang to let the plant know that it was lunch time,I went in and grabbed my lunch box and went outside to one of the many benches out there to eat my lunch,while siting on the bench a nice lady of about 28 years old asked if she could join me I knew she was 28 because she had told me that about 5 months earlier,I liked her a lot and she liked me as well and she had worked there up to that point about four years..I had been there nearly 5 years and her name was Linda,she had nice long blonde hair and looked just fantastic even in her work clothes and I think the one thing that we had in common besides working at the same place was that my hair was blonde as well,anyways as we started talking and having a pretty good time as well as smiling back and forth at one another,she told me that tomorrow..(Saturday)..was a very special day for her and when I asked why was it special she informed me that is was her 29th birthday..I then asked her what plans she had but in the back of my mind I was thinking of asking her out to dinner to celebrate it on that Saturday..she told me that she was going to see her parents that lived in the next city about 35 miles away..but also told me she was planning on returning around 2 pm or so that afternoon..well I had just two weeks earlier rented my very first apartment and it was a great place and was fully furnished..I then asked her if she wanted to come maybe over to my place for dinner when she got back,I also told her that I love to cook and would make her whatever she liked..she smiled and agreed,then I told her I would pick her up at 5 pm,and the dinner date was set,she also gave me directions to her place as well as her phone number..a few minutes later the bell sounded again and that meant it was time to go back to work..we both smiled huge smiles at one another then we both got up and went back indoors and I was feeling very good about my self asking her to come for dinner,I right away went to work on the doors and by 3pm I had finished them all as I only had to sand them a bit and put all of the hardware on them,we got off work at 3 30 pm and the timing was pretty good as at 3 15 the boss came out with all the paychecks and handed them out to the employees I then swept the floor of my work area till the bell rang again signaling it was quitting time,I then went and grabbed my lunch box but on the way I again met Linda and we talked for a few minutes and she said I am sure looking forward to seeing you tomorrow,I smiled to her and said me as well..and with that said she got in her car and drove off..I then got in my truck and also headed off...to be continued on my next visit
  8. Last October after a relationship of 2 years my ex-girlfriend (who i did met here on this website) and myself decided to both go our own way. Today i read an experience of her which she had with some other guy from here and even though i was still hurt about our relationship ending, i feel like it was all fake now and i have to move on. So, to make some sort of a dating profile, here it is! My name is Wetty (real name you can get later). I am 25 years old and i am living in the Netherlands. I am looking for a girlfriend in between 18 (19) and 25! Distance doesn't quite matter but the best it would be if you come from Holland, or somewhere near. Who wants to share experiences? And maybe have a date sometime ? :)
  9. Hi everyone! I'm from Brazil. I love omorashi since always and my girlfriend likes to wet herself for me. She asked me to make a topic here for her. You can call her Little Cutie Pie or just Lilly. For me, she is the most amazing girl in the world :) She sells some of her videos at ManyVids: https://www.manyvids.com/Profile/309147/Littlecutiepiie/. Feel free to explore her page! We made a new video recently, in what she wets herself wearing schoolgirl outfit during an spanking for being a bad girl. Here is the link: https://www.manyvids.com/Video/431876/Cutiepie-gets-wet-during-spaking/ and I’m going to post the teaser here too. She loves wetting herself and she will be very happy to know that you also like to see her doing it. I'm attaching some pics of her, four teasers of her videos and a quick full video for you guys :) If you want more, visit her page at https://www.manyvids.com/Profile/309147/Littlecutiepiie/ or her page on PornHub https://www.pornhub.com/users/littlecutiepiie Thanks and have fun! :D Cutiepiie full bladder handcuffed and whiped- teaser .mp4 jeans - Bathroom not Allowed.wmv jeans spanking - teaser.mp4 legging masturbation - teaser.wmv schoolgirl spanking - teaser.mp4
  10. Hi once again everyone :) Today, I'll be sharing with you something that happened to my girlfriend a while back while at a movie. We had gone to see Gunday, a Hindi movie that had just been released about a week earlier. My girlfriend was extremely excited to go and see it, and I, not being bold enough to say no, resignedly accompanied her. I picked her up about an hour before the movie was to start. She looked absolutely radiant, in tight blue jeans and a white T-shirt, Shruthi looked like a model. I helped her into the car and we set off for the movie. Upon reaching the mall, I parked the car, opened her door, and we both headed upstairs to the top floor, on which the movie was showing. We got our tickets and entered the complex just as the movie was to begin. I told her to go ahead and watch as I brought the drinks. She nodded,and went inside the hall. I bought two large Mountain Dews and headed inside, giving one to her, and sitting down on her right. As soon as the lights dimmed, I placed a hand on her knee. To my delight, she made no move to remove it, acting as if nothing was happening. As the movie went on, I began to gently stroke her thigh, gradually moving my hand up and up, until it rested just over her crotch, near her pubic area. Reaching out her arm, she put one hand over my rapidly-hardening crotch, and began to lightly squeeze. This went on for some time, until, deciding she would rather watch the movie,Shruthi lifted her hand from my lap, and moved it back to her own. Not wanting to come off as weird,I instantly stopped what I was doing as well. Less than 5 minutes later, the Intermission came as the lights came on. She turned to me and said, "Hold on babe, I'll be right back, just gotta go to the washroom." By this point of time, I too was feeling the urge,having drank just under half of that gigantic cup of mountain dew. Telling her this, I stood up and walked out of the hall with her. We merged into the vast horde of other cinema-goers who were caught in such a situation, composedly trying to walk to the bathrooms, not displaying so much as a hint of desperation. After gently elbowing our way through the crowd, we reached the front of the horde, only to see an 'Out of Service, please use the Bathrooms on the ground floor", sign. I turned around and began leading Shruthi to the ground floor. We had to take the stairs as the escalators, as well as almost all the shops inside the mall, were shut down for the night. By the time we reached the ground floor, we had already been gone from the hall for about 10 minutes. After just 2 minutes of scouring the floor for the bathrooms, Shruthi suggested we head back and wait it out till the end of the movie. Not wanting to sound weird by expressing my ever-growing need, I nodded and headed back. The moment that we re-entered the hall, the movie was beginning. We quickly took our seats and continued to watch. Owing to the heat and my parched throat, I couldn't help but drink a little more, and then a little, and then, until eventually, my cup stood empty, and my bladder, uncomfortably full. I turned to Shruthi, observing her out of the corner of my eye. Her thighs were pressed closely together and she squirmed slightly in her seat. I reached out, pushing her cup gently, just to see how much remained. It fell over on to the ground, empty. Shruthi had drained it, consuming the full 2L that lay inside. I turned back to the movie screen, and thought to myself how lucky I was. Sure enough, within half an hour, Shruthi was far too visibly desperate. she kept bending over, placing her hands between her legs, and continually changing her seating position. Unfortunately, I myself wasn't much better off, squirming continuously to maintain control. Within 10 minutes, I was on the verge of losing it. I turned to her, about to tell her that I was going to go to the bathroom, when suddenly she turned to me and said, "Hey, um... Babe, I've actually really gotta go to the bathroom", she said with a cute giggle,"You don't mind do you?" I replied that I too actually had to go, and we got up from our seats and made our way to the exit. Upon exiting, I half walked, half ran down the stairs to the ground floor. Upon reaching however, I discovered that the staircase had been sealed off from the rest of the mall by an iron shutter, owing to it being far past closing time. I looked at Shruthi, seeing the same trepidation and fear that I felt, in her eyes. I was silent for a second, hoping that she would speak, putting an end to this awkward silence. "Well..", she said,trying far too hard not to sound desperate, "The movie wasn't all that good. Do you...maybe wanna go back to my place,and, you know.....", she trailed off seductively. Knowing full well that that wasn't the reason that she was so anxious to leave, I accepted and we got inside the car. I started the engine and we drove off. After about a minute or so, Shruthi's ordeal, worsened considerably by her sitting still, grew too bad to ignore. Turning to me she said, "Babe, please hurry up, it's really bad..." I told her I would, and floored the accelerator, myself just as desperate to reach a bathroom as her. We drove on for another 10 minutes as Shruthi rocked back and forth in the rider's seat,with one hand locked between her thighs. All of a sudden,a spurt escaped from the tip of my cock, dampening my boxers. Determined not to pee in front of my girlfriend, I pressed onward. Within 5 minutes, we pulled up outside my house. Shruthi leapt out of the car, and sprinted up the stairs to my house. I locked the car and followed suit. Upon reaching the floor on which my house was, I was greeted by the sight of Shruthi, bouncing around,alternating between legs, and gasping; "Open the door, seriously!!" While fumbling around with the keys, another spurt escaped into my boxers. At the same time, Shruthi let out a small gasp, probably owing to her ever-dampening panties. Finally the door opened. Neither of us caring to close the door behind us,we made a mad dash to the lone bathroom at the end of the hall, Shruthi already unbuttoning her jeans. I reached the bathroom first. Dashing in. I tore down my pants, pulled my dick out, and began peeing. Shruthi barged in behind me, saw me peeing, and began shouting at me in a teary voice while hopping from foot to foot. Feeling bad for her, I paused my stream and stepped to the side. No sooner had I done that, then Shruthi leapt onto the toilet, yanking her jeans and her panties down in a single deft motion,and sat on the seat, the sound of the pressurized stream hitting the basin filled my ears instantly, arousing me greatly. Somehow, I managed to control my bladder for just under a minute as she continued peeing. Finally, my bladder gave way, as I let loose the remaining reservoir of urine, filling my boxers and soaking my khaki pants. Shruthi just looked at me astonished, still urinating, and giggled in cute way. She wiped herself, stood up, and, without pulling her pants back up, embraced me, pressing her crotch against the warm,wet,hard surface of my crotch. Pulling me to the ground,she pulled off her crumpled up pants and damp purple panties from her ankles, and sat, legs on opposite sides, over my dick. She began to softly gyrate her hips, swaying back and forth. Needless to say, we proceeded to have amazingly MIND-BLOWING sex on the bathroom floor.
  11. This happened a Saturday’s night a month after her "close call". My wife and I went to a family reunion (a fifteen birthday) and came back home past midnight. In the party we have the usual drinks (no alcohol except the champagne for the toast) and in the 4 hours that it lasted I haven't seen my wife go to the bathroom once, but I figured out that she had gone when I wasn't looking, especially when we arrived home and she didn’t run to the bathroom as usual. Instead, we put our daughter to bed (she was already sleeping) and then went to do a few pending things before going to bed: I checked something on the computer, and she went to put some clothes into the washer. Everything normal, except that a minute later I heard her calling me from the laundry room (a closed balcony next to the kitchen) "Gus, take this box off the floor!!" I didn’t understand what she meant and ask her "what?" from the computer and she replies "hurry, I don't want to get it wet!" I went there and saw her bent over, cross-legged and grabbing the washer with both hands. Then I understood: she hadn't gone to the bathroom all night (then she told me that she felt the urge when we were leaving the party, but told herself she'll go when we get home, and then forgot about it!) and suddenly the urge hit her and was overwhelming... and the sound of the water filling the washer wasn't helping either!!. She asked me to move away a cardboard box that was in the floor, because she was afraid of losing it if she moved! A quick note about her clothes. She was wearing a long thick grey skirt (below her knees) and grey thick leggings (it was winter at the time). Also she had a pair of small socks to be more comfortable with the boots, which she had already removed. Let’s move on with the story. I leaned and moved the box while she was squirming right in front of me, and also moved some things that where in her way and told her "come on, go!" pointing through the kitchen and to the bathroom (at the other end of the apartment). She said "I can't make it" but then replied "ok", turned around and took a few quick small steps with her legs closed. In the middle of the kitchen she stopped and said "OH!" pressing her legs together and holding to the fridge, and I saw a jet of pee splashing on the floor beside her feet. She regained control for a second or two, but then lost it again and a torrent of pee cascaded from between her legs, cascading against one leg and forming a rapidly expanding puddle at her feet. I forget to tell you something. When I went to the washing room and saw what was happening, I quickly returned to the computer and took the digital camera :-), so here you can find some snapshots of the moment: Gus
  12. This story is based on true events with my ex-girlfriend. I only added and changed parts that she did not tell me about. For example, her taking the garbage to the curb. When I was told she was taking out the garbage, she didn't specify exactly what she was doing, so I had to improvise in some minor respect for consistency. The outcome was not changed. Please inform of any errors. Thank you! When we got together, I remember wondering how I ended up with someone so beautiful. She had dark hazel eyes, long black hair, and a button-like smile. She was not out of shape, but she had a small pudge on her stomach and hips a bit wider than she liked. Her face was always decorated with a soft, vulnerable expression, no matter how she felt. She had the features of a well-off Hispanic girl, but with misleading, milky-white skin. She tanned easily, but it never seemed to stay. She didn't share my fetish, but she did care enough about me to do little things. She would gladly tell me of the many times she had found herself desperate or leaking and she always kept me updated. I think towards the latter half of our relationship some of the moments were staged, but not quite faked. I believe she would put off going to the bathroom or drink just a little more than was needed so she would find herself in a position of dancing and shuffling - sometimes in public, sometimes not. The times she was most susceptible to leaking - or as it seemed to me - was when she went out running. She didn't involuntarily leak very often; it normally only happened when she lost control, but was close enough to the toilet to prevent an accident. Of course, like most things in life, there are exceptions. One of the most erotic things that I can remember was on Valentine's day, during one of those infamous runs. If memory serves, it was a Sunday. She woke up in the late morning, sometime around 10:00 or 11:00. She laid for about twenty minutes before sitting up, letting her eyes adjust to the soft light which poured in her window. She uncovered herself when she sat up, exposing her naked body (she always slept in the nude). She stood up and yawned. Her bare breasts contorted and giggled as she rose both arms in the air and stretched. She walked over to the light-blue shorts and the dark-green, cotton t-shirt that sat on the ground and put them on. The shirt went over her head and concealed everything down to her belly-button, stopping right above the pelvic area. The shorts then covered the rest of her nudity, not going lower than her delicious, Greek thighs. Without any underwear, her nipples were constantly visible through the thin-fabric, and in the right position, the loose-fitting shorts could easily compromise her lower parts. She left the room and headed straight for the bathroom. She urinated for a some time before pulling up her shorts and washing her hands. She enjoyed breakfast, drinking down a full glass of orange juice at its end - a Floridian cliche. As she washed her dishes, she planned her next action. She wanted to see me, but it was still early and there were other things that needed to be done. It made more sense to get them out of the way first, lest they interrupt our time together. She thought about grabbing a shower, but it made more sense to go running first. The hot, Miami sun was bound to leave her in need of a shower. The cotton shirt and the loose shorts were replaced with a high-cut, black bra, some snug, faded-black shorts, and a black t-shirt. Then, she thought about me: she drank another glass of water before slipping on a pair of black, bikini-style panties. I've never been good with materials, but I believe they were some blend of nylon; they were softer than cotton, but not quite as elegant as silk. It was rare that she wore panties. She usually only did it during her "time of the month," but she knew that I loved them, and she figured that a little extra protection during the run couldn't hurt. After putting her shorts back on, she grabbed her keys and left the house. Sitting down in her car, she could already feel the liquid filling her bladder. It was not at all bad, but she knew that by the time she was done running, she would be in more than a hurry to get home. Not wasting anytime, she drove to the park; it was maybe ten minutes away with Miami traffic. When she got there, the urge had increased slightly. It wasn't enough to make her outwardly desperate, but it was enough to constantly remind her of her state. After each lap she completed, she would find herself back at the car, taking a drink from her water bottle. It only took one lap for her to notice a surprisingly large change in her need. Her legs started to gravitate toward one another, and there was a slight, bittersweet pang of desperation constantly being emitted from her upper pelvic area. As she went for another lap, she started to regret her brashness. It was rare for her to drink so much before running, and she could remember occasions where she had drank far less and just barely made it to the toilet. Would she make it home? Yes, she would make it home - she had too - but it wouldn't be the first time she would have to leave early and possibly make a mad-dash for the commode. It didn't matter, though. Regret was pointless; what's done is done, and as long as she made it home in time, it didn't make a difference. By the end of the second lap, she stood at her car, clutching her water bottle, wondering if she could take any more of the liquid. She didn't dare spread her legs standing still, and performing any act of desperation would have been too embarrassing - despite her shamelessness. She considered getting in the car and leaving. She was confident she could make it home in time, but that was too easy. She had come with the intention of gaining a story she could tell me, and she wanted it to be a good one. She knew that running one more lap would take about fifteen minutes. With a notable lack of confidence, she figured she could make it all the way around dry, but the ride back might get her. She ultimately decided on doing one more lap. Once she finished, she would get in the car, speed home, and pray she made it to the toilet. The run itself left her with mixed feelings. Part of her was glad that she had decided to do it, knowing that the story would bring me a lot of pleasure, but another part of her second-guessed it. Each step sent made her bladder clench and brought her urine just a little bit closer to spilling out without control. She originally thought the beginning steps of her third lap would be the worst of it, but she was mistaken. As the minutes ticked on, each impact of her foot with the ground left her a little closer to losing control. Every jolt brought her pee a little closer to escape. It eventually got to the point that she was waiting - almost expecting - to leak. The urine was at the very bottom of her system and making a little release involuntarily would have been no great feat. After roughly seven minutes into the third lap, she started to feel waves of desperation wash over her. Each one seemed to whisper into her ear for release. It told her to go for just a second, that she would feel better and that I would love to hear about it; but her social instincts prevented the shameful act. The waves got progressively stronger, and when the run was almost over, she was met by one more intense than any before it. She instantly knew this one was different, and any normal person would have slowed down, if not stopped and resorted to holding themselves. She, however, kept running; almost through pure stubbornness and willpower. But her efforts were in vain: a bit of urine forced its way out. She was surprised by the sudden dampness of her underwear. She hadn't faltered for a second, yet the fresh pee dripping from her womanhood begged to differ. She wanted to know what had happened, but there was no time to consider the matter. Another surprise was already in the works. She felt - just for the slightest of seconds - her muscles contract. A quick burst of urine was released, soaking the underwear and possibly leaking through. This time she looked down at the shorts, but quickly returned to looking straight ahead. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself or her possibly wet shorts. Before she could completely regain control of herself, another, smaller burst of urine left her. She felt two streams run down her left leg as she continued to run. It was apparent that her panties were now dripping wet and her shorts were at least dampened. The release in urine had helped dissipate her desperation slightly, but each step was still a trial against her willpower. The bottom of her shorts were wet and she could feel the moistened fabric rub against her leg. Her cheeks were a bit flushed and she had begun shaking. She managed to hold it all in until she made it to her car. When she sat down she exhaled heavily and examined her shorts. They were definitely wet, but it didn't seem too visible. It was likely no one had noticed. This had relieved her, but she was still a bit hyped up on adrenaline, and her urge to urinate was still remarkable. She drove off, shifting frequently in her seat and keeping her free-hand mashed into her crotch. The ride home was about ten minutes, and despite the fact she was no longer running, there were more than a couple of moments where she almost lost control. When she pulled up to her house, she noticed her dad's car was currently in the driveway. She couldn't block him in, so she had to park by the curb, go inside, get the keys from her mom, move his vehicle, park her vehicle where his was, and then park his directly behind it.. This was all done while she was not only trying to hide her desperation from her mom and anyone who could have been watching, but also while she was trying to keep from wetting herself. Fortunately, the urge had temporarily subsided; and while it was not enough to keep her from cramming her hand inbetween her legs when she was in a car or from performing quick dances when she was out, it was, however, just enough to give her a bit of false-confidence. When she got both the cars in the driveway successfully, she scrambled out and headed for the bathroom. Before she could get into the sanctuary to relieve herself, she was stopped by her mom. The garbage needed to be taken out. She could have gone to the toilet first. Certainly it wouldn't have been an issue. But she thought of me and she thought of how she wanted to go the whole nine-yards. She had done so much; why stop before the story was complete? She soon started to wonder if she had made the right decision. Her bladder ached and her desperation was growing exponentially fast. Suddenly, she wasn't sure if she would even make it. She quickly brought the bag of garbage to the curb, still aware of the moistness of her shorts. She was experiencing another wave of desperation, but this one, much like the one that inspired her leak, felt different. It felt as though it were less merciless, less forgiving. When she stopped at the curb, she shuffled her feet back and forth; when she discarded the bag, both of her hands pressed into her crotch. It was a last ditch effort to prevent an accident. She no longer cared if someone saw her desperate; it was better than them seeing her have an accident. She walked as quickly as she could to the front door of her house. She thought about dropping her pants behind a bush and just letting loose, but she was too close to the toilet to resort to such a thing. As she walked in the house, her mom looked at her with mild amusement and skeptism: her daughter clutching at herself, desperately trying to reach the toilet. It didn't matter, though. She instinctively knew that soaking her pants and making a mess on the floor was far more embarrassing and troublesome than putting on a display. So she ignored her laughter and kept on toward the toilet. The door to the bathroom was almost in sight, but she didn't know where her dad was. She knew that if he was in the bathroom, even if it was only for a few seconds, it would be all over. She would stand in front of the door wetting all over the place, drenching her shorts and panties. Fortunately for her, he was not. She flew in the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She flicked on the light and darted towards the toilet. She could feel her urine about to shoot out, not caring whether or not her pants were at her ankles or that her butt was on the seat. When her pants had reached her upper thighs and her butt was just above the toilet seat, she lost it. If she had been delayed for even a second she would have added to the wetness in her clothes, and a few seconds would have been an accident. She spent the next minute peeing quickly and heavily, reflecting on how close she had come to peeing herself not only in public, but in front of her parents.
  13. To start with, I hope this post is actually allowed. Since it contains some sexual material but no actual media I believe it falls within the rules of the site. If not, feel free to remove the post. This is a post meant as a manual of instruction. Following the steps I'll outline here it will enable you to make your girlfriend/wife wet the bed. However, it is of utmost importance that you obtain her consent before doing this. Failing to do so will hugely damage the bond of trust, especially if she's not that fond of the fetish. I say this because, when done well, your girlfriend won't actually know you're the cause of the wetting. Done even better she needn't even find out she wet the bed at all. Now that the disclaimers are out of the way, I'll get to business. As someone who loves to see girls pee, I also quite enjoy squirting. This led me to wonder if a girl could be made to squirt while asleep, and I asked my girlfriend if I could try it. She agreed, and that night I used the well-known 'palm up, come here motion' on her while she was asleep. Imagine my surprise when, mere minutes later, she actually squirted...or, more likely, peed. Since that night I attempted to do this many more times only to find out that the technique I used had a very small success rate. Recently, however, I found a way to consistently cause my girlfriend to pee/squirt while she's asleep. So far I've only confirmed this technique working when my girlfriend is on her side, but I intend to find a surefire way to make it work when she sleeps on her back as well. My success got me wondering if this is a technique that only works on my girlfriend, or if it would work on other girls as well. That's why I'd like everyone who reads this post to try this, if they obtain permission to do so. Here are the actual steps (easiest to do while spooning): 1. Make sure your girlfriend is asleep. How do you know? If you know her well enough, you should be able to tell. 2. Insert your middle finger into the vagina, up to the second joint counted from the fingertip. (So not all the way). 3. Gently but firmly press the side of the finger against the anterior wall. 4. Assuming a sideways position, make an up and down movement with the finger while maintaining the pressure. (On the back this is side to side, not confirmed to work yet) 5. As you continue to move the finger, you might feel the linings becoming more firm. Continue with the movement. 6. After anywhere between 2 and 10 minutes (average around 3.5) you'll feel the lining becoming swollen and spongy. This is in an indication she's about to pee/squirt. 7. Enjoy the stream of pee. Some notes: - This trick can be done even if she's been to the bathroom before bed. - Pressing a towel between her legs helps keep the bed dry, and as an added bonus won't cause her to wake up like she normally would. I'm guessing a gradual warm and wet feeling isn't as easy to feel as a sudden warm and wet stream down your leg. Let me once again remind anyone that is imperative you get permission from your girlfriend to do so. Waking up in a wet bed next to someone feigning innocence might be a real blow to her self-esteem, whether you liked it or not, and even if the stream wakes her up while she's going she won't know you caused it. Just be open about it, maybe even prepare a towel in advance if you intend to use one. If you do try this, though, I'm very curious as to your results, so please post them here.
  14. Hey Everyone :) So, this actually happened just a while back, and it was so perfect, I felt I had to share it, hope you enjoy. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ The incident took place on a train journey from Cochin to Hyderabad. I was accompanied by my school friend Neha and my new girlfriend Sakshi (Shruthi and I broke have broke up recently, after gradually drifting apart). The journey was about 18 hours by train. In fact; when I asked Sakshi about booking the tickets, she seemed really hesitant to take the train. Upon asking she cited the uncleanliness of the bathrooms and the fact that she had never used a train bathroom in her life. I found the second statement quite hard to believe, so I jokingly asked her about it. She maintained her story and insisted that though she'd been on plenty of trains in her life, she had never once set foot in the bathroom. Anyway, eventually she agreed and the tickets were booked. The train was scheduled to leave at 6 in the morning.By 5, Sakshi and I were waiting on the platform, sipping some tea. We finished and I rose to get another. I turned to Sakshi and asked her but she shook her head with a smile and said, "The train..remember.." I nodded and fetched myself another tea. By 5:50 Neha entered the station, just before the train arrived. She greeted us and we all hopped inside the train, found our designated berths and settled in for the long ride. I couldn't help but notice an extremely uncomfortable look on Neha's face, throughout the first few hours of the train ride. In addition to this, Neha kept pulling Sakshi aside and whispering about something, before leaving the compartment. After the 4th time this happened, I waited for Neha to leave the compartment, then turned to Sakshi and asked what happened. "Oh, nothing really, she's just feeling a little under the weather..." "Really, that all?", I replied. Sakshi, whom I still haven't told about my fetishes, turned to me and whispered again, rather irritably, "She's eaten something bad; she was borrowing toilet paper." The unexpectedly detailed response threw me off guard for a moment. I nodded solemnly and apologized for asking, leaning back into my seat. Sure enough, 10 minutes later, Neha returned, looking really awful. I told her she should get rest. She agreed and lay down on her cot and went to sleep, leaving me sitting with Sakshi. 4 hours went by as we talked listened to music, and even made out for a bit. Despite her initial aversion to drinking anything, I noticed that over the last few hours she had been drinking, quite a lot, probably as a result of the sweltering heat. After another hour, I began to notice her salwa clad ass squirming slightly as I rested my hands on it as we kissed. This was one of the best make out sessions of my LIFE, knowing just how desperate Sakshi must be and simultaneously, her reluctance to tell me or go to the bathroom. Despite these signs of desperation, Sakshi said nothing about it until the train suddenly halted. She, with me, lurched forward, but as soon as we were back to normal, a hand shot between her legs. Unintentionally, my eye followed her hand and by the time I noticed and turned to look away, she had noticed me. "Neha, how bad were the train toilets," Sakshi asked. Neha just looked up from her book and with a frown, gave a slow shake of the head. "Fuck..." I heard Sakshi mutter from under her breath. "Is everything okay?", I nervously asked her. "Yeah..... Well no, I... I really have to use the bathroom...", She said softly. "Oh..", I responded, and put an arm around her shoulder, "Don't worry, you can wait, I'm sure", I said, though I doubted that myself. Sure enough as time went by, her need only seemed to worsen. She would freeze up suddenly and hold her self and try to distract me by pointing elsewhere. I began to feel a strange familiar feeling in my stomach, I hoped that I was mistaken but alas, I was right: I had to take a shit. I tried to stay perfectly still, legs pressed tightly together, but the need didn't subside. I didn't tell Sakshi anything, as we continued to make out, until suddenly a wave hit me and I had to sit straight upright, Sakshi looked at me and asked me if I was okay, "Not really, I'm not actually er.. feeling too well.." I replied. "Oh, what's wrong? Do you have a headache?", Sakshi asked, now rocking back and forth. "Um no.. I'm actually like, 'Neha' not feeling well...", I trailed off, embarrassed; for some reason that seemed like the best way to put it at the time. "Oh...", said Sakshi, instantly getting it. We talked lightly for another half an hour, as both our needs got more severe. Suddenly, Sakshi asked me, "Do you umm... do you think you'll make it?" I was taken aback. I had only been dating Sakshi for a week, I was surprised that she was this open. "Yea, I think so....", I trailed off, "What about you...", I asked a now sweating Sakshi, grinding her crotch into the fabric of the seat. "Um.. I'm not actually so sure, it's really bad, I think.." Suddenly the train lurched and Sakshi gasped a bit too loud, causing Neha to spin and look at her, "I think I'll just go...", she continued, as she hastily got up, and waddled out of the cabin. Another wave of desperation hit me, nearly breaking through my defenses. Knowing I couldn't wait either, I got up and headed to the bathroom, only to be met in the aisle way by a visibly distraught Sakshi. "The toilets are out right now, they're being cleaned or something...", She mumbled. "No," I almost shouted. I was turned on no doubt by Sakshi's desperation, but even more anxious of my own need. I sidled behind her, back to the bathroom door, where I patiently waited behind her, observing her trembling ass, for the toilet. I noticed a slowly growing patch on the back of Sakshi's salwa. Suddenly a wave for which I was unprepared hit me, breaking through my defenses. "Sakshi", I gasped, "Can I please go first, its.....its...", I was interrupted by Sakshi's voice, "Sure it's fine....", she said, with an incredulously strained voice, then gasped suddenly, doubling over and squishing both her hands between her thighs. I noticed the patch grow slightly. "Hey, are you O..", I stopped as the toilet door opened and I bolted inside, slammed the door, and squatted. The toilet, like all other Indian train toilets, looked like: Within a minute, a banging on the toilet door reached my ears; on what seemed like the verge of tears, Sakshi said softly, "Please..... Please hurry, I can't...just can't", she broke down. "Just open the door, OPEN the door", she began to shout. My task about half completed, I just barely managed to clench my sphincter muscled tightly and stop the process. I wiped and stood up, only then did I notice the abnormally large and disgusting pile I had left in the squat basin. I frantically pressed the flush but to no avail. The only other source of water was the tap. I tried to fill the scoop in the corner of the bathroom with the trickling tap but it seemed as if it would take ages. "Sakshi I....I can't.....uh, I can't flush the toilet," I said red-faced and softly, "Can you hold on just a minute.." The gaps between the banging on the door grew longer and longer till suddenly I heard Sakshi's voice, "I...I lost it.....I.. I'm going....right now....c..can't stop..." Sakshi whimpered. It was something to do with the way she said it; she wasn't panicked or worried or excited, the way that she said it was resigned and rather informative. I flung open the door, and stood, if only for a second, face to face, with a full-on wetting Sakshi. Her tightly crossed Indian clad legs were dripping slowly with liquid. The patch from her crotch had become a puddle. She dashed past me, into the stall, and slammed the door. Immediately, I could hear the frantic patter of pent up urine on the thin steel floor,as she tore off her pants. This loud splatter changed after a few seconds to the gentle yet immensely powerful hiss of her piss hitting the porcelain bowl. I looked down at the puddle in which I was standing. It was quite large, both my shoes were in it, and it had a faint yellow tinge. 30 seconds later, and Sakshi was still emptying herself with violent force. After another 30 seconds or so, the stream subsided and gradually halted. A minute later, Sakshi opened the door, smiled at me, gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, and walked back to the berths. I went inside the stall to survey the damage. It was everywhere, literally everywhere, the entire floor of the small steel toilet stall was covered in small drops and pools of light yellow liquid. I looked at the toilet bowl and was surprised that there was nothing in the basin any more. I looked at the sink and saw the same scoop still sitting there, still slowly gathering liquid drop by drop. As a result I deduced that Sakshi hadn't flushed the toilet before or after she had used it, the jet of her piss had been strong enough to push what was left of my task into the drain. For some reason I was quite turned on by this fact. I continued to survey the stall and a flash of bright pink caught my eye, tucked behind the toilet pipe. I reached for it and gingerly, drew out a pair of soaked pink panties, Sakshi's panties, I recognized them from when we were making out before. They were still warm, almost hot, with urine. This added catalyst proved too much for me to handle. I frantically yanked down my jeans and, standing over the toilet basin, Sakshi's soaked smelling panties in one hand and my unbelievably hard dick in the other, and rubbed for just under a minute before shooting my load into the toilet basin. Gently gasping, I adjusted my pants, putting them back on, and inspected the panties. They were soaked almost everywhere, with the exception of a few areas near the waist band, and there was a small brown patch, not a full accident, but certainly enough to smell, in the back. Is that (partial loss of sphincter control while desperate to pee) a common occurrence with women, or would that mean that Sakshi was struggling with another need as well?? Please let me know in the comments and thanks you for reading this :P __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ This story was actually written some time back but I had forgotten to put it on the site :P Within the next two days I will most likely be writing another story on one of the following experiences, please let me know, which you would like in the comments: - One experience, from quite some time back, in which me and my ex had drunk sex, while both quite desperate - A long distance drive I went on with my ex-girlfriend's sister once, and ensuing desperation before I picked up my ex - Wedding desperation, a couple of sightings and an intense bout of desperation by my sister on a wedding - Finally; if a bit of mess is what you wanted then I've got a story for you! One of the last incidents to happen with Shruthi before we broke up, also happened to be one of the hottest. This involves me,Shruthi, her roommates in the PG, an occupied toilet, and a balcony :P Please leave your answers in the comments below :) Thanks you
  15. Hi everyone! As those of you who have read my stories before would know, Shruthi was my girlfriend for a long time. We broke up a while back on a mutual basis. Rather than letting them fade away to the recesses of my mind, I have decided to write down a couple of the best experiences, Omorashi related, that I witnessed or was told about by her while we were dating. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ THE FIRST TIME (discovering the fetish, happened in 9th grade) So basically I had gone to a friend's house one day to make out with my girlfriend as neither of us could go to each other's houses. The friend's house was available as his parents were out. Anyway, we went to his house and had a couple of beers ( we all drank back then) and Shruthi and I went off into a room and started fooling around. About half an hour later the bell rang. A panicked friend shooed us into the main hall bathroom (the only one not in his parent's room) to hide. Unfortunately, it was his parents. They were good friends with Shruthi's parents and would most definitely have told her parents had they seen her coming out of the bathroom with a strange boy. About 20 minutes in and some whispered conversation later she justified her continuous squirming and frantic listening to the door, citing her desperation. I felt a weird kind of stirring inside me, deep in my stomach. I had no idea that I was turned on, I just encouraged her to hold it and hugged her and we kept talking. I'm not really sure of how long it was but quite some time later, she awkwardly whispered to me that she wouldn't be able to hold it and that she was going to go. She made me turn around in the cramped bathroom and face the wall. She lifted her kurti and began to untie her salwa. I'm still unsure of why I did it, but it seemed logical at the time. I didn't want her to use the commode. I asked her to just hang on and wait. Probably embarrassed she paced around the room for another 10 minutes, silently. She turned to me and told me that she needed to go and that she was going. She made me turn around as she began to hastily pull down her salwa and squat over the commode. The splatter of release pulled my trigger, literally. It was the first time ( as it still is to this day). I suddenly convulsed, hearing the forceful splashing behind me, and gasped in indescribable pleasure as I uncontrollably shot my load into the tight denim fabric of my jeans.
  16. Hi everyone! I'm from Brazil, sorry for the bad english. I love omorashi since always and my girlfriend likes to wet herself for me. She asked me to make a topic here for her. You can call her Little Cutie Pie. She is the most amazing girl in the world :) She likes to post some of the videos she did and some pictures of her wetting, all at her tumblr: http://littlecutiepiie.tumblr.com/tagged/omorashi. Some of you may know her because she started it long time ago. Feel free to explore her tumblr :) Furthermore, she sell some of her videos at ManyVids: https://www.manyvids.com/Profile/309147/Littlecutiepiie/. She loves wetting herself and she will be very happy to know that you also like to see her doing it. I'm attaching some pics of her. Have fun guys :D
  17. Recently I posted a topic on the forum that my girlfriend seemed too into my fetish. I was very lucky that with the very first response I was given excellent advice. Thank you Railgun-sama. Acting on the advice I was given I talked with her. I explained that I love her and that I would never want her to do anything she was uncomfortable with. She was very patient with me, and made sure that I understood her perspective in the matter. Again Railgun-sama was right she was actually "cutting to the chase", when it came to my fetish. She explained that she had thought it over and in the end decided to try it. She told me that in past relationships open communication about fetishes had been a problem. She has always been very open about her own fetishes and I have embraced everything so far. Until I told her about this fetish I had been holding back and she had noticed. So after giving it some thought she came to a simple conclusion. "Why not?" I can't help but love the simplicity of her answer. She told me matter of factly that if she tired wetting it wouldn't be a "big deal". In the end whether she liked it or not all we would have to do is a little laundry. Basically if I wanted to try something that would only add one more load of laundry she would give it a try. Needless to say I was a little awestruck and speechless. She made this even worse when she winked and said, "Who knows I might even like it, stranger things have happened." This weekend she is coming to stay at my apartment. She's an art student and lives about an hour away on campus, so we don't get to see each other much except for the weekends. Even better, this weekend starts the Thanksgiving break for her school, so she can stay even longer. Getting to see her is enough to make me smile, but being able to see her everyday for almost a full week makes me ecstatic. That's when she dropped the mother-load on me. She wants to try wetting this weekend. Now I've just went from ecstatic to full on back-flip excited. I couldn't help but share this experience, incomplete as it is, this being the first time I've ever actually seen something like this in person. I'll be sure to post an update to this afterwards. This is just something I needed to share with someone, so anonymously on the internet is probably best.
  18. I remember an event that occurred roughly a year ago with my girlfriend. It was a cool day, so we decided to take a stroll in the woods. They were maybe half a mile from my house and several miles in length, so I knew we would be gone for awhile. It was technically considered trespassing, but that didn't deter us; in fact, we preferred it. Part of the appeal of the woods was the privacy. If we had to worry about other people bothering us, we would have avoided them all together. The law was never a problem; we considered it a blessing in disguise. When we got to the entrance, we climbed over the small hill that hid the main path. It was a wide, dirt path surrounded by trees. It had been a long time since it had seen use by anyone other than us (and maybe the occasional homeless person). People used to drive ATVs and dirt bikes through it, but for some reason it fell out of style. We made small talk as we trekked. The dirt beneath us felt and looked like sand, with its soft, shifty nature, and its almost white appearance. Occasionally, we would hear something in the bushes and we would grow deathly silent. She would always stiffen up in fear, but I always waited with curiosity. Whenever I was with her, my eyes would often drift. It was hard not admiring her body. Despite being a mostly fit white girl, she had very large breasts. She would often wear shirts and bras that accentuated them nicely, leaving her with a... rather generous amount of cleavage. I don't believe it was a deliberate attempt at being sexy, but it was that very innocence that made it as appealing as it was. It was maybe thirty minutes into the walk when she made a comment which caught my attention - or rather, demanded it. "I should have peed before we left." She didn't look at me when she said it. It was insignificant. "What's wrong? You gotta go?" "Yeah, a little bit, but I can hold it." We kept walking. I started to think about her need. I imagined her desperate and dancing. I thought of urine running down her legs; of her jeans getting soaked. I wondered if anything would come of it. There was no way of knowing if she had just said it or if she had truly meant it. Sometimes she would see something cute or nice, and with a quiet "Awwwww" or a quick gasp, she would rush up to it. Out of compulsion I would look at her behind. Once again, she had a very nice bottom for a white girl. It was big and worked well with her slightly wide thighs. I was never too picky, but something of her form was extremely appetizing. When she turned around to walk back, I would steal a glance at her legs. The small area right below the button of her jeans, where the legs met; it was impossible not to look for at least a moment. I loved to picture her undoing that button and sliding her jeans to the ground, showing me the color of her panties, and then revealing her entire being. Another ten minutes went by before the topic was breached again. "Ohhhh, I gotta pee." As she complained, she bounced lightly up and down, her legs closed tight. At this point I knew that she was serious. She could still make it; actually, she would most likely make it. Still, it fueled my imagination - as well as my hopes. Needless to say, I was infatuated with her, but not just physically. There were plenty of women whom I found attractive, but she was one of the few I could truly connect with. We could have long, deep conversations. It didn't matter if we agree or disagreed; all that mattered was that we could comfortably talk. Another 15 minutes went by. "Oh man..." Her hand stroked her leg for a moment. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "... It's only been 45 minutes. I can't believe you have to go this bad already." "It's been longer than that... I told you I didn't use the toilet before we left." She gave me a fake, teasing frown. "You don't want to turn back, do you?" "... No, no, I'll be fine!" She also had beautiful hair. It was smooth and silky, golden blond, and went past her shoulders in length. I loved to run my fingers through it as she relaxed; or just to stare at it - wet and matted down - when she left the shower. Ten minutes passed before she spoke again. I suppose she had initially stayed silent out of the shame, but the urge had grown to be too much to bear alone. "Crap... I've gotta gooooo!" Her hand started to gravitate to the small area below the button of her jeans that I found so attractive. She had started to hold herself. She couldn't possibly last much longer. My imagination grew more fervent and restless. "You look like you're in a bit of a situation," I teased. "Yes! I have to pee!" She stopped and bounced up and down like she had before, but it meant so much more with both hands buried in her crotch. She was only a few inches shorter than me. She wasn't as petite as most girls, but she wasn't tall either. In my eyes, it was a perfect mix. Another 10 minutes went by until when we reached the end of the woods; or rather, the end of the circuit. They looped around, and all we had to do to head back was keep following the path. "I dunno if I'm gonna make it." "Oh, come on, it can't be that bad," I teased. "It is!" She whined. "I don't think I can make it home." Her words left me aroused. Finally, it was almost guaranteed that she would have an accident. That was unless she did one thing... "I think I might have to pee out here." "Wow, really? You never pee outside." "Yeah, and I usually don't have to go this bad." "I dunno, I've seen you pretty bad-off before." "That was differeeeeent!" She bounced. "I feel like I'm gonna explode!" "Well, look, we're already half-way through. You held it this far, I'm sure you can make it back." "But I can't! I've really, REALLY gotta go." She was teasing me. "Hmm... how about this: you hold it until we get home and I'll take you out?" "... So you want me to risk wetting myself so we can go on a date?" "Well, when you put it like that..." I laughed. "And if I don't make it?" Her tone was strained, but I could tell by the words she was playing along. "I'll still take you out. The only condition is that you TRY." "Ohhhhhhhhh," She leaned over and grabbed herself. "Alright, fine." She was the best. Her desperation started off quiet. She didn't talk much and she had started to walk slowly. Every once in awhile she would mutter something about needing to go or about how she was about to wet herself, but that was the extent of it. Soon enough, though, she grew more livid. I no longer had to slow down for her, and at times, she would be so far ahead she'd have to stop and wait. "Hurry up!" She bounced. "I'm coming. Christ, you've gotta slow down." "I can't or I'm not gonna make it!" With each step her hips swayed widely and quickly. I enjoyed watching her butt go back and forth, her legs mashed together, trying to contain the torrent of pee that begged for release. Suddenly, she stopped. Her hands gripped tight on her crotch and she was slightly bent over, as if the urge had become unbearable. "What's wrong?" I looked at her, concerned. "... I think I went a little." "Oh, you did? Do you... mind if I see?" "I don't think it was enough to get through my panties, and... If I spread my legs... I'll go." Her cheeks were glowing red. "... Can you still walk?" "I think." She waddled a few steps forward before going into a slow, conserved walk. Only a minute went by before she stopped again. She gasped and stood, legs together, hands mashed in-between. She was in front of me, her amazing butt held tight in her pale jeans, pointed at me. "Crap, I leaked again..." Before I could respond, I was interrupted by another gasp and a quick, loud hiss. "Shit." I saw a small line of saturation extend from her crotch, half way down her leg. There was a moment of silence where we both stood still, not sure of what to do. Soon, the hissing started again, except this time, it didn't stop. She stood there, her legs together, pee pouring out of her, completely unable to stop it. "O-oh... fuck..." Her voice started incredibly strained, but resolved in relief. The back of her jeans was flood by a sudden downpour of liquid. They glimmered in the sunlight as urine steadily crawled higher and higher in her panties, leaving her butt soaked as well. As the puddle on the ground got larger, the hissing got quieter. An image of her panties ran through my mind. I imagined they were her black, lacy ones - bikini-style and no doubt soaked - but they may have been her red ones, stripped ones, or even her printed ones. It didn't matter. I could see them all in my head, tight and dripping, clinging to her glistening body. Moments before the stream came to an end, she spread her legs. I watched as the liquid continued to run through the jeans. All in all, it was a quick experience, but to me, it felt like a thousand lifetimes. When she stopped, she turned around and sighed heavily. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and her hands were shaking lightly. "Oh my God..." She said it almost dreamily. "That felt so fucking good..."
  19. hello, my girlfriend loves me very mutch, and i love to see her wetting her pants. so she pee her pants for me. sometimes she record for me. this is part one of two. if you love this one, i will upload the next part if you like. ofcourse feel free to add your own girlfriend movies aah.wmv
  20. Hey folks So i've been with this girl for a year now, we're living together and she knows all about my fetish and has wet herself for me multiple times. She wants to try wetting the bed - for your teasing pleasure, you should know that she wet the bed a couple times in highschool before we were together :D - but we're wondering the neatest, sexiest, awesomest way to go about it now. Obviously we're going to need to buy a rubber/plastic sheet, but that's about all we know for sure(anyone got any recommendations for brand/product?). We want it to be as comfortable, warm and natural as possible, not sitting on a cold tarp whistling the jeopardy theme until she pees herself. Experienced bedwetters of omorashi.org, share your secrets!
  21. Not Just Friends "We can go anywhere with these wristbands, right?" Cody Hall clarified with his mom. "Yes, anywhere in the park with any exhibit for both you and Alex, plus the little ones." Kylie Hall replied to her fourteen year old son. "Okay, and you're both staying right here until lunch?" Alex Joyce asked. "Yep." Brenda Joyce said, "Try and be back around twelve o' clock, and it's around nine right now. You've got around three hours." "Alright, Bye." Cody said, turning around to leave with his and Alex's five year old sisters holding his hand. The two of them were chatting excitedly. "Don't leave any of them on there own." Kylie reminded. "Okay, now bye!" Cody called, not even bothering to turn around. Cody didn't hate these trips, he sometimes just got annoyed at getting stuck with the younger kids. Now, getting stuck with Alex, well that was like the best thing in the world. He'd had a crush on her since the time there parents started doing daycare together when he was in sixth grade, and he was now a freshman in high school. He still had yet to express his feeling to her and felt he'd never get the nerve to do so. For now they were just friends hanging out with there little sister, plus two other little midgets at a zoo. Oh yeah, and he had to pee. It wasn't that urgent, but it was uncomfortable enough to make him nervous and fidgety. "So, were should we go first?" Alex's voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked down at his sister, Emmy. "Hey Em, were do you and Ny want to go?" Emmy looked to Nyla. "How's the big cats sound?" "Good, then can we go to the Penguins?" Nyla asked. "Sure." "Can we go to the playground?" Piped up three year old Braden. "Sure thing, buddy. After we go see some animals first." Alex replied easily, causing Braden to squeal excitedly. Cody dropped his sisters hand for a second to look at the map, nearly groaning when he saw that the big cat section was all the all the way to there left and the penguins were all the way to their right, then the play ground was somewhere ahead of them. He would definitely need to be on the look out for a bathroom. An hour later and they were leaving the penguins, heading to the playground. Cody had yet to find a bathroom and was getting more and more desperate for one. He would of usually always gone by now at home. He couldn't help but wiggle occasionally. When they reached the playground they released them to play and sat down to watch on a wooden bench. Sitting down only made his need worse, not to mention sitting right next to Alex would easily draw attention to squirms. He used all his will power not to squirm, or move for the matter fact, creating a stressed silence between him and Alex. Alex kept trying to started conversations, but Cody kept ignoring them, to worried about making his predicament known. Twenty minutes of slow, agonizing minutes of tension filled silence Cody couldn't stand it anymore. He squirmed one, then twice. Finally, he abruptly jumped up, refraining from crossing his legs or grabbing himself like he so wanted to do and stated, "I'm going to go join them." Standing made his problem slightly better, but not much. He knew he just needed to find a bathroom, but he was to embarrassed to admit that to Alex. He found Emmy and the others and joined in with some make pretend game. He didn't really understand what was going on, but was just glad to be able to move around. Ten minutes later he found himself in a game of hiding seek, with Alex this time, too. At the moment he was hiding in a tube slide at the top. He took the time alone as an advantage to grab himself and squirm around. He concluded that he was officially desperate now. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Emmy's head popped in at the bottom of the slide. He jerked his hand away and forced himself to stop squirming, feeling a blush plant itself on his face. Emmy seemed to hesitate a split second, before going on to say, "Found you!" Cody told himself to last just one more round, and that is how he found himself barely unable to yank his hand away when Alex came around the side of the rock he was hiding behind. He panicked for a second, as he felt himself spirt at the unexpected release, but he then regained control. He didn't look Alex in the eye and instead called out, "Emmy and Nyla! Do you want to go get some water?" He winced at how lame that sounded. He turned to Alex, "Do you want one?" "Um... sure." Alex responded, confused. Cody barely waited for her answer before he was going over to grab Emmy and Nyla's hands. Then he proceeded to start walking towards the bathrooms he'd seen earlier on the map. He'd barely managed to get out of Alex's view before he was forced to yank his hand away from Nyla to grab himself as a spurt forced itself out. Nyla whimpered softly at the sudden movement, feeling upset as Cody was still holding his sisters hand. Cody heard the whimper and immediately forced himself to gain control before pulling his hand away. He attempted to get Nyla to take it, but she refused with a hurt face. Cody sighed, crossing his legs and reached down to pick his sister up. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Cody whispered in Emmy ear. Emmy gave Cody a sharp look. "No, but you do." Cody grimaced at that, but didn't deny the fact. A plan started forming in his he and he looked down at Nyla, "Do you want a piggy back ride?" He asked the small girl. Nyla couldn't refuse that, she nodded. Cody bent to gently pick her up then had her climb to his back. "Hold on tightly." He instructed. Then to his sister he asked, "Can you hold on to my neck." She nodded and asked, "What're you doing?" "It's to slow with you guys walking,many the bathrooms a ways a way." Cody answered honestly. "So we aren't actually getting waters?"Nyla piped up from his back. "No, not unless you really want one." Cody answered. Cody had a hand holding himself, glad that Emmy's body was mostly governing that up. He made it almost a quarter of the way there when his phone started ringing. He nearly let go of his sister. "Hold my neck really tight, okay?" Cody instructed, then reached into his pocket to grab his phone. Caller ID read, Alex. Cody groaned but answered it anyway. "Hello?" "Hi, were are you guys? Wasn't there a concession stand right by the park?" Alex's voice said across the line. "Err...Yeah." Cody replied. "So shouldn't you be back by now?" "Emmy had to use he bathroom." He lied. "Okay, but still. I'm looking at the map right now and there's a set of bathrooms and family bathrooms right by the concession stand." Cody nearly dropped the phone. "Seriously?" He responded, then immediately hung up shoving the phone in his pocket. He doubled over and grabbed himself at a particularly large urge causing his sister to jump off of him. As he was still bent over he asked Nyla in a stressed voice, "Can you get off, please." Nyla hopped off and went to walk next to Emmy. Cody felt tears welling in his eyes. How was he supposed to get to the bathroom in time with these two. Not to mention the spectacle he was probably making. Then a thought hit him - What if someone from school saw him? He hurriedly straightened up and forced himself to walk, finally catching sight of the sign for the family bathroom. He rushed to it, making sure Nyla and Emmy followed him in. Then he slammed the door shut making sure to lock it. By the time he got in front of the toilet he was twisted up in a pretzel and was squirming furiously. His phone started buzzing, and he all but threw it to Alex's sister. "Hi." Nyla chirped. "Hey sis, can you put Cody on the phone, please?" Alex's voice came across. "No, he has to-" "Shut up, don't say one more word. Damn it! Just hang up!" Cody shouted, from were he was unable to get his buckle undone and about to lose it. "Did Cody just yell at you?" Alex asked angrily, before Nyla finally hung up. They both stared at Alex with wide eyes. Tears were flowing down Cody's face as he realized he was going to wet himself. Not only that, but he'd yelled at his crush's sister. Probably ruining even being friends. Not to mention the whole world had probably seen him! His hand started to get wet and no madder how hard he clenched it wouldn't stop. The stream grew faster until a dark patching was growing along the front of his jeans and down, forming a puddle beneath him. His breath was hitching as uncontrollable sobs racked his body. He'd just peed his pants right in front of the toilet. He sank down against the wall and put his head in his hands. His phone ringing made him jump to his senses. "Answer it, Emmy. Don't you dare tell her I peed myself, though." He croaked out, through suppressed sobs. He was trying with all his might to regain control of his emotions. "Hello?" Emmy said, picking up the phone. "Hey, Emmy. Were are you guys at?" Alex asked. "We're in the family bathrooms by the petting zoo." replied Emmy. "Okay. And who had to go to the bathroom?" Cody gave Emmy a warning look. "Not me or Nyla." Emmy hinted. "I see... Can I talk to Cody?" "Sure." Emmy handed the phone over to Cody, who was furiously working on reigning in the tears. He grabbed the phone with a sigh. "Yes?" He asked. "So you had to pee?" "Yeah." Cody replied softly, blushing as he admitted to it. "I thought so." Alex said. "You thought so?" "Well, I saw how much you were squirming and then I saw you holding yourself. It was kind of obvious. Plus you weren't act like yourself. Not talking very much or anything." "Oh..." Was all Cody said. "So why didn't you go to the bathrooms by the concession stand?" "I didn't remember seeing any on the map." "Why didn't you look at the map?" Alex questioned. "Well I couldn't really, I kinda had to deal with two kindergarteners." "Right, about that. Never yell and especially never cuss at my sister again." Replied angrily. "I know you had to pee, but why would you do that. It doesn't seem like you." Cody felt his eyes water and his breath hitched. Alex was going to find out he'd peed his pants like a baby, and probably already hated him. "You okay?" Asked a little more softly this time at the silence. This just made Cody more upset and he replied angrily, "If you count peeing yourself right in front of a toilet okay, then sure, I'm just fine!" He felt tears making there way down his face. There was shocked silence on end of the line, and then, "Okay, I'm coming." Then Alex hung up. Cody just buried his head into his hands and tried to stop these freaking crazy emotions until there was a sudden knock on the door. He forced himself to stand up and then went to open the door. As Alex walked in he kept his eyes on the floor, his face heating up. "What're going to about this?" he asked. "The only thing I can think of is tying a hoodie around your waist." Alex said, already unzipping the backpack on her shoulder to grab his hoodie. "What? You expect me to stay in drenched clothes all day?" Cody asked incredulously. "You have any better idea. I mean you could tell your mom, but I figured you didn't want to." Alex shot back. "No, I don't." Cody replied, sighing and grabbing the hoodie. His wet pants were already making his legs cold and itchy. He wrapped the hoodie around his waist and said, "Lets just head back to eat lunch." Part two coming...
  22. New to me. Sorry if it's a repost. Couple bedwetting play.mp4
  23. Great looking wet vid. https://redd.it/4998wl
  24. This story is about my girlfriend. She herself isn't into this fetish at all so the one 'wetting' I have from her is this story. To make things easy I will call her Alice. Last year or so, Alice and I went swimming in well-known water park near her home. I always like going to water parks, because it's fun trying to figure out when a girl is peeing in the pool. I'm absolutely terrible at recognizing it, but the thought is still a nice one. The water park itself consisted of mostly slides, and one slow current to float around in on inner tubes, or just drift through without one if you felt like it. After being on a number of slides we were drifting lazily through the current, surrounded by kids in inner tubes and loud guys racing each other. "I know something you don't," Alice told me with a small, rather devious smile. Since I wasn't really expecting anything, I didn't catch on immediately, so I asked, "What do you know, then?" "I have to pee." Let me just say my pulse wasn't the only thing rising when she said that. Still, I didn't quite get my hopes up yet. Alice knows about my fetish and while she sometimes obliges she also likes teasing me with it. "Well, you could always go on a slide," I said, hoping she'd ignore me and just go where she was. Of course, there was no way I was going to be that lucky so, still smiling, she said, "Yeah, that might be fun. Maybe if I do it on one of those two-person slides you'll feel it." Damn that girl, she was enjoying this way too much. She knew exactly how to get me on edge and she sure wasn't afraid to show it. Still, I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of an outward reaction. Instead, I said, "Alright then, let's get on a slide. I'll feel it, just you wait." After what felt like an eternity in a queue (during the wait I'd been looking for signs of discomfort in Alice, but if she felt any she was hiding it well) we finally got our turn on the slide. These slides were made to go down in an 8-shaped inner tube, with one person in each of the loops. "Why don't you sit in front, and I'll see if I can feel anything," I told Alice. She shot me a look that I've seen a thousand times before. It was a look that was meant to look exasperated, but that betrayed her obvious amusement. Still, she sat in the front loop while I took place behind her. Knowing I didn't have much chance to feel anything, but hoping for the best anyway, I pushed us off. The ride was fun, but sadly I hadn't felt anything when we got down, so I turned to Alice and said, "I didn't feel it." "I didn't pee. It wouldn't come out on the slide," she replied. This gave me hope again, so I quickly said, "Well, maybe the current is your best bet, then." She shot me that look again, but nodded anyway. The slow current in the water park had one dark section, where plastic bats with glowing eyes hung from the ceiling. I assumed Alice meant to pee in there, so once we were in the tunnel I got closer to her. She jumped onto my back like she wanted me to carry her. "Here?" I asked her. "No, not yet," she simply replied. Clearly she was still having a lot of fun teasing me with it. We exited the tunnel, and that's when I remembered the urban legend that water parks add chemicals to the water to turn it blue or red if someone pees in it. I informed Alice of that, and she said, "They don't." "How do you know?" "I checked in the tunnel." I should've known better than to be surprised, of course. But still, the thought of her peeing a little bit just to check was a very arousing one. Then, just beyond the tunnel, she hopped off my back and swam in front of me. She took my hand and put it on the crotch of her bikini bottom. She gave me a smile, and then I felt the warm, forceful stream begin. Normally, I don't get hard in the pool. The cold water sort of keeps me from acheiving it, or something, but this time was an exception. Feeling her stream of pee and looking into her eyes which were alight with amusement was absolutely amazing. After a while, the stream died down. Alice laughed. "The look on your face is priceless," she said. I nodded, but I wasn't really listening. That feeling was utterly amazing. So amazing that I had to share it here, in fact.
  25. Hello everybody, I’m new to this form and I really like the content on the site I’m in to wetting for as long as I know. My first story: Last night I wake up needing a pee but didn’t want to go to the toilet so I thought why not have a little fun. My girlfriend was sleeping on her side with the ass pointed towards me, we have got mattress protection so is positioned myself so I was in the same side as my girlfriend. I placed my dick between her legs and peed right in to her crotch. after long concentration there came a little spurts out, and than a stopped. I waited if my girlfriend would wake up but she didn’t so I decided to make her really wet and started concentrating again. After a few seconds I started peeing again but this time I didn’t stop, I felt the pee getting absorbed by her pyjama pants but after a few seconds it was running down on the mattress. I peed really slowly to enjoy the felling, but my girlfriend didn’t wake up. When I was don I just felt asleep again, after a while my girlfriend wake me up, and told my she had wet the bed. I told her it was had been me wetting her, she told me she needed to go to I said just go, so she did, I felt her cold and wet pyjama pants get warm again. The pee streamed right through my fingers down on the wet mattress. After she was finished went back to sleep.
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