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  1. Greetings! I'm not sure if this is the proper place to post this, as I don't want to post it in the video links section since I have no video to share, but here goes. Who all is into basketball shorts (or any athletic shorts) peeing? Shorts like Nike, And1, Addidas, etc. are a plus! I've been thinking of getting some new shorts and testing them for wa--I mean pee--tight integrity :D haha Peeing into sweatpants is also another one of my favorites :D
  2. About a month ago I made a thread about who likes basketball shorts or sweats. And, it turns out, a lot of people do! So here's an idea: I just bought a pair of Nike basketball shorts and 4 pairs of Adidas basketball shorts (they vary in color). I'm thinking of putting on all 5 pairs on (with the Nikes on the outside) and peeing through them all at once. No underwear. And I am going for at least a 2 liter hold before I release. How does that sound? 😉 I'll post pictures of the shorts on me if anyone is curious what they look like 😛 P.S. It's too hot for sweatpants 😛
  3. PeerPressure

    female This Isn't Pool Water

    Heyyy all! It's been a while, so I figured I'd update you with one of my more exciting adventures of recent times!! Per usual, if you just want the peeing and don't care about the build up, skip to paragraphs 3, 5, and 6! Three or four days ago, after a long shift at work, I felt the urge to blow off some steam in an...unconventional...way . As usual, I had been hydrating well throughout the day, but I knew I wanted to do something pee-related with my evening, so I didn't permit myself the customary restroom break before heading home. The urge wasn't too bad when I finally barged through my front door and chucked my keys onto the table, but I knew it would be coming sooner than later. Quickly, I darted to my room and stripped out of my outfit for the day. I, in the midst of an embarrassing amount of horniness , briefly considered making a puddle as I stood nearly naked in the middle of the floor, but after a brief moment of hesitation, my lack of will to clean up the mess won out. Instead, a different idea came over me and I shuffled through my drawers until I found my swimsuit, which I proceeded to don. There's a fitness facility near my house, complete with indoor pool that I frequent, and I thought it might be fun to take my pee there. Despite it being entirely too cold, I threw one of my running skirts over my bikini bottoms and compensated by wearing a heavy hoodie. With that, I grabbed a spare set of clothes, downed the contents of my water bottle, refilled it, and set off! When I pulled into the gym parking lot fifteen minutes later, though I wasn't yet bursting, I could feel the urgency rising. It was chilly enough to prevent anybody from hanging out in the parking lot, which worked in my favor. Conversely to everyone else, I parked as far away from the doors as I could and grinned cheesily to myself. As I enjoyed a few extra fleeting moments of warmth in my car, I chugged down my water bottle. It was agonizing. I could hear and feel the water sloshing in my stomach as I opened the door and rose to my feet. The cool air nipped at my skin and I shivered as goosebumps developed. I glanced about to ensure nobody was around. The coast was clear. It was time to warm up my legs . I still have difficulty convincing my bladder to let me wet myself in public situations, so despite my rapidly-processing kidneys and active attempt to alleviate the ever-growing pressure, it took a bit of effort. I loitered nonchalantly (Who am I kidding? It was probably the most conspicuous thing in the world) by my car and tried to open the flood gates. After several seconds that seemed to stretch into hours, the chill below was met by a spurt of warmth. The first jet of pee seeped tantalizingly into my bikini bottoms, which pressed warmly against my lady bits. With a little more coercing, the juices were finally flowing. I shook with chills as cascades of warmth overflowed my swimsuit and began finding their way down my legs. I subtly smiled to myself and began making my way, very slowly, for the gym door, a task which proved easier said than done. It never fails to be an exhilarating, but extremely peculiar sensation to walk while gushes of pee pour out of my nether regions, drench my legs, and spatter to the ground. As the pee reached my feet, it was swiftly wicked up by the fabric of my socks until one of my old, ratty shoes satisfyingly squelched with every step. As I nervously glanced around to ensure there were no witnesses, I quietly admired the trail of drops and splatters that followed me to the door. I had underestimated how badly I needed to relieve myself. I was nearly to the gym before the last few drops found their way out. My legs glistened with wetness. I checked in and made my way to the locker room, not garnering anything more than a brief glance in passing. I was amazed at how oblivious people are to everything around them. A grown 23-year-old woman just peed herself like a little girl, legs shimmering with wetness, yet nobody had a clue. A sense of accomplishment welled inside me as I rounded the corner into the locker room and found a place to stash my effects. It was weirdly empty for a weekday evening. I shrugged it off, preoccupied with the pleasure of a wet patch hugging my crotch, and drank another quarter bottle before making my way out to the pool. I plunged into the water and began swimming. I had perhaps gotten a little carried away with my fluid consumption. Within 10 minutes, the urge was making itself known again. There were a handful of people swimming, including one guy who seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes to himself (Or perhaps it was just a combination of my paranoia and an underlying desire for attention ), so I had to be discreet, but I was confident I could still get away with a little fun. I gave it another 2-3 minutes before I finally surrendered to my bladder and climbed out of the pool. I sat on one of the metal benches near the pool and prepared myself for round two. As I dripped with pool water, I soon also dripped with urine, both of which mixed on the seat and found their way to the floor. A surge of adrenaline shot through me and tangled up my innards as clear pee poured out of my bikini, unbeknown to any of the onlooking bystanders. I tried, frivolously, to contain that I was trembling with excitement. Thankfully, nobody seemed to acknowledge it. The guy shot a glance over at me as I was going at full blast. I shyly smiled and he quickly turned away. I found it difficult to finish peeing. With every "final" spurt, there seemed to be more to replenish it. Finally, I gave up and rose from my seat. The puddle I left behind was far more than feasible to pass as residual pool water dripping from a relatively small female. I dove back into the pool and swam for a few minutes until the urge struck again. In order to spread out the fun a little more, I stopped waiting for urgency. I peed on the poolside, in the pool, while jumping in, while swimming underwater--it was amazing!! At one point, I got out, faced the wall, and pulled my bikini to the side so I could admire the flow with my eyes as it saturated the floor and my butt. Finally, when I'd had enough (and the urges finally weren't practically every five minutes), I made my way back to the locker room, laughing to myself that the poor guy had no idea how many times I'd peed with him watching me. In the locker room, I noted again that it was deserted. One final devilish hoorah sprang to mind as I peeled off my wet swimsuit. I was totally alone--nobody could stop me . I had a little residual urine--not a ton, but enough. I stood there, naked, in the middle of the locker room, closed my eyes, and let it flow. I barely contained a childish giggle as pee splattered the floor beneath me and dripped down my legs one final time for the night. It wasn't enough to leave an impressive puddle, but it was plenty to provide a thrill. I quickly rinsed off in the shower, making great effort to not touch myself too much, threw on my dry clothes, and made my way home, glowing with excitement.
  4. View File JAV - Spanked for Wetting Her Gym Clothes While this is more a spanking video than a wetting video, the premise of the video is that a Japanese school girl is sent to the nurses office after wetting her gym cloths. We start with the phone call to the nurse, in which I recognize one word only (can you guess which one that is?). The girl is then brought in by an assistant, clothes noticeably wet after her embarrassing accident. Her bottoms are pulled down and she puts up a struggle when the head-nurse tries to dry her off. The assistant is all for spanking her right then and there, and begins swatting at her bottom, but words are exchanged and the spanking is moved to another location. The girl is thoroughly spanked, both with her wet panties around her thighs and bottomless (***NUDITY***), and then she is given a dry pair of panties to wear. These are pretty adult, which made me suspect that they were a loaner pair from the nurse herself! Oh My! There is another spanking and the video wraps up. It's been a while since I've come across a new spanking-wetting video, and I was pleased to find this one, despite the low level of wetting featured. Keep your eyes open people, plus I'd love to see a guy wet himself while being spanked or beaten (hot!). Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/06/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
  5. Version 1.0.0

    705 downloads

    While this is more a spanking video than a wetting video, the premise of the video is that a Japanese school girl is sent to the nurses office after wetting her gym cloths. We start with the phone call to the nurse, in which I recognize one word only (can you guess which one that is?). The girl is then brought in by an assistant, clothes noticeably wet after her embarrassing accident. Her bottoms are pulled down and she puts up a struggle when the head-nurse tries to dry her off. The assistant is all for spanking her right then and there, and begins swatting at her bottom, but words are exchanged and the spanking is moved to another location. The girl is thoroughly spanked, both with her wet panties around her thighs and bottomless (***NUDITY***), and then she is given a dry pair of panties to wear. These are pretty adult, which made me suspect that they were a loaner pair from the nurse herself! Oh My! There is another spanking and the video wraps up. It's been a while since I've come across a new spanking-wetting video, and I was pleased to find this one, despite the low level of wetting featured. Keep your eyes open people, plus I'd love to see a guy wet himself while being spanked or beaten (hot!). Enjoy, Rach

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  6. Princess Jury

    Volleyball

  7. I promised this story over 4 years ago and I never delivered. This was part of a series of accidents I was describing that I witnessed during my school-days, and I stopped at the 5th grade. This school had so many accidents and near-accidents occur, but this one by far tops the list—every list! Calling this girl Shel, she was part Indian so she had very dark complexion, very fuzzy hair, but the body of a goddess for that time. She was actually already wearing a bra for sure and like most of us she was pretty fit. Her face wasn’t the smoothest but she made a lot of friends, and she was tall. Not the popular crowd but certainly no loser either (like I was, I had zero friends). We had a gym teacher who I am 100% positive was into omorashi. My sister (I named Lilly from the stories I wrote involving her) informed me of how, apparently in every grade, the coach wouldn’t allow anyone (namely girls) use the bathroom. Only if someone had to throw up, otherwise you couldn’t go, even though there was a freakin’ bathroom right there in the gym. It was likely so infrequently used the toilet paper was probably changed out only once a week from the early morning kids’ crowd. Classes here rotated in slight imitation to middle and high school where each teacher had different subjects, but we only had 4-5 and we had homerooms, a main teacher so to speak. But the odd number meant that my class was broken up into groups and tagged along for things like music and P.E. (physical education, or gym), and that is how I knew Shel. She was a member of the science teacher’s group. We always started P.E. walking laps around the large concrete-smoothed court with various painted stripes, and so I didn’t notice any desperation. Only after we did our running session when coach yelled “STOP!” and we had to stand still and wait for leaders to be called out to lead exercises. That’s when I noticed Shel wasn’t exactly being still. She was rubbing her legs together and clenching her polished white teeth which contrasted easily with her dark complexion. She was wearing a long-sleeve bright purple sweater with indented stripes running vertically (and her nice pair of blessings visibly big enough to show off the nice lumps through that thick sweater at the chest) and something that looks like this: (And ironically enough, that is close to her skin tone too!) Nylon sports pants, just like this except a blue stripe running down the sides and darker color. But otherwise, exactly like this. I was hopeful and knew the signs of desperation and on a scale of 0 to 10, she was at least a 6 or 7. She had to go bad, and she knew she was going to have to wait until P.E. was over because coach sure as heck wouldn’t let anyone (especially a girl) go during class. Specialty classes for us 5th graders was at the end of the day so it was about 3 pm. So she must have been holding it in for a very, very long time. Then after we got our leaders for stretches, Shel made a short scuffing run to the nearest place in a line. I tried to get directly behind her but a friend of hers beat me to the spot so I got the next-best thing, beside her to her left but one place behind. She was shivering. Badly. Shaking. Rubbing her legs together. Shel’s hands were sweaty and nervously rolling up the baggy sides of her nylons. Her white shoes were quietly squeaking like anxious mice against the smooth floor, sliding slightly and tilting, rolling on her toes. No, she wasn’t a 6 or 7, she was a 9! My boner was instant and luckily I had a thing for baggy pants as I watched her puffed frizzled hair wiggle with her body. She was doing everything in her power to not grab her crotch and make it obvious. We took a few minutes to just do general stretches to ourselves, usually with toe-touches before we began the drilled stretches. Shel wasn’t actually technically in the correct position perfectly aligned but she didn’t seem to notice or care. If it weren’t for the noise of the kids stretching and moving around, you could pick up her faint squeaks and breaths of desperation, gasping for air she was so nervous, reverberating like a rattlesnake tail as she bounced on the balls of her feet. I pretended to be stretching too far out in a direction towards her so I could get closer. I had seen girls get nearly this desperate before and I knew for a fact she was likely not going to make it through P.E. While Shel was shaking intently, she gripped the side of her pants really hard, pulling them up some with both hands. I heard a loud sniffle. She lifted up her right leg high up and rubbed it behind her left, I could hear the nylon zip and sift as she did so. Shel then locked her knees together, her right leg still in the air behind her like a crossed ‘7’ shape, bent down slightly. She released her grip from her pants, rubbed the front of her thighs then gripped her knees and bent her head low. I could see only a small portion of her face, but she was squinting hard and then her face softened. She bent over twice, her slender dark hands let go of her knees. While she was shivering up and down, the darkness appeared. Rapidly. I couldn’t even blink. She eased herself up, her right leg thumped down, toe of that white shoe touchdown on the ground opposite side next to her left shoe. Her legs stopped shaking and relaxed as her bladder did, the warm darkness spreading out at first in patters and drops and then quickly being engulfed in a flood. Then Shel's relaxing right leg lazily swung in a backward arc, her toe sliding against the ground back in place to her right, and she stepped her legs apart and peed in them with total visible relief. Her left hand that returned its momentary tight grip on her pants by her pockets released its clench as her right hand was resting either on her chest or on her bladder. Nylon is the prettiest thing to marry with pee. It shines and resists wetness, allowing it to be captured in a beautiful full essence like a glistening waterfall in the bright sun. I knew that to see so much of it meant she had thoroughly soaked several layers of white inner cotton-polyester material and her panties were probably as drenched as possible because the nylon and all of those layers hold up that warm liquid like a temporary diaper. Her pee was cupping in every loose fold to be filled like spring rain running down a stairway. It was lovely, you didn’t just have a pattering puddle on the ground but multiple little puddles forming along the wrinkles on her pants themselves, sliding down ever so gently and unhurriedly everywhere on the floor. The tan, polished concrete surface was littered with drops, each area where her pee was gathering in places fighting for dominance to become the main lake at her feet. Her pristine white tennis shoes were marked with the faint staining of urine because the pants were clinging tightly around her ankles. So instead of rushing along a hemline, they drenched her feet and socks, and this spurred Shel to spread her legs a little wider. But in pants such as these, that was a useless gesture and just upset the little pools of pee into new places and overflowing elsewhere as they continued glittering in the flood lights above and the sun’s rays shining through the windows and open doors on the cool, windy day. Shel’s breathing was heavy, she was moaning a bit at every breath, feeling the rising of her stomach with her right hand that could contain nothing while her left hand hung uselessly at her side. Shel was watching the damage on the front side of which must have been major because most of her pants were tucked tightly around the front. On and on she peed for an eternity. It was hard to tell exactly when she stopped because she peed so much with such explosive streams for easily a minute or longer that the little puddles forming all over those nylon pants kept dribbling and flickering pee even after she was done. Her right foot squeaked a little as she tilted her toe inward, rubbing the discorded puddle forming around her. She continued to stand there, stunned, awestruck, quite mortified and pinned into place after she finished drenching herself. When the call was made to start drills, where we put our legs in front and do ground-based toe touches, she bent down with both legs tightly together as if to try and hide her accident. She slid out her right leg first and then with a great squeal… Sat in it. She was sitting in her rainfell pee. Shel never moved her eyes or face away from staring at her legs (and neither did I), and her front was really wet too. At this point, coach realized there was a discrepancy in the alignment of students in her row. In fact her friend behind her was the one who was called upon because she was too far back. “Shel!” The coach said loudly. “Scoot forward.” This caused every… single… student to look at her. She bent her head low, put her hands out as far as she could, leaned back and as she slid forward, her wet tennis shoes and pants painted her pond of pee across the floor with a loud squeal. The coach didn’t notice at first but every kid was shocked. “Why don’t you move forward?” coach asked Shel’s friend who did not dare go near the liquid. “It’s wet,” she said quietly. “It’s sweat?” coach asked. Shel’s friend threw her arms. “It’s WET!” The class responded in unison proper: “Ewwwwuuuu!” “Shel!” The coach barked, “That better not be what I think it is! That’s what first graders do.” Shel had a dark complexion to her face, but it was cherry oak red. She looked around at the kids, all of them staring back with their gnarled, grim or laughing faces. She was silent and brave, trying to keep her composure but ultimately just accepted her fate. She was forced to do all of the drills and exercises in her wonderfully soaked pants, zipping and shifting her legs around making a great wet ruckus of noise in them. And when she stood up for jumping jacks, the back of her pants were beyond and completely totally submerged and dripping, her movements squeezing more out like an overfilled sponge. Full soak, left to right, from the very tip blue edges of each side of the leg and solidly all through the middle and unnaturally way up far on her butt. My eyes gulped in every detail. In the middle of exercises we had a fire drill, and some of the boys were teasing her behind her back as they pointed at her panty line showing when she bent down but her friend stood up for her, backhanding anyone who started sneering. She kept her place in line during the drill, gulping bravely and keeping her head up high. When the fire drill was over and we were back in place inside the gym, she was finally excused to go to the nurse. Whose office was on the complete opposite side of the entire length of the school. She ran as fast as she could out of P.E., white shoes squeaking very loudly like a basketball court as she tracked some of her shoeprints across the floor. She returned later as we were practicing shooting hoops with basketballs in all new clothes and tried to pretend as if nothing happened. We talked about it that next week but after that it seemed like everyone just forgot about it. Which was nice because half the school was aware that the coach didn’t let anyone use the bathroom and apparently accidents were notoriously frequent during P.E. periods for each grade. And that’s that. Hope you enjoyed my writing detail.
  8. 4rtist123

    chihiro2 3

    From the album: [Aoi Kurage] 少女の失敗FILE Novel Illustrations

    Case 10: Taniguchi Chihiro http://shippaifile.x.fc2.com/case10_1.html Previous case: http://shippaifile.x.fc2.com/case2.html

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  9. 4rtist123

    chihiro2 2

    From the album: [Aoi Kurage] 少女の失敗FILE Novel Illustrations

    Case 10: Taniguchi Chihiro http://shippaifile.x.fc2.com/case10_1.html Previous case: http://shippaifile.x.fc2.com/case2.html

    © http://shippaifile.x.fc2.com/case10_1.html

  10. Kirito

    7751130 P0

    From the album: [Veggie] 宮なんとかさんがひたすらおしっこ我慢する漫画 (Mitsudomoe)

    © http://g.e-hentai.org/g/382527/6f32afa777/

  11. 4rtist123

    chihiro3

    From the album: [Aoi Kurage] 少女の失敗FILE Novel Illustrations

    http://shippaifile.x...com/case02.html

    © http://shippaifile.x.fc2.com/case02.html

  12. 4rtist123

    chihiro1

    From the album: [Aoi Kurage] 少女の失敗FILE Novel Illustrations

    Case 02: Taniguchi Chihiro http://shippaifile.x.fc2.com/case02.html

    © http://shippaifile.x.fc2.com/case02.html

  13. Sissy_trap

    2fd1df6535f5a3ca5610f01a91df69ca

    Some nice Gymnastics training :P
  14. Princess Jury

    Hotaru In Gym Class

    I hope her parents can get a refund on that costume.....

    © http://animegirldesp.org

  15. Here is my latest wetting video!! :) It was the middle of the night (4am), and I was feeling very naughty and desperate. Since I planned on doing laundry today, I decided that I was going to change into my blue gym shorts and soak them! ;) It is very cold where I live, so I was freezing during this video. Nonetheless, I decided to record anyway, so that I could contribute more to this site. As indicated in the title, I absolutely soak my shorts for more than 2 minutes before the pee finally stopped. You can see the stream as it runs down my leg in the video. It felt very warm!! I used my phone to record in 480p and I apologize in advance for the quality. Enjoy!! ;) LatestPeeVideo.mp4
  16. lululemonlover

    Female Girl Wets Her Leggings

    Another great clip from Omorashi.TV where a girl wets her leggings for some guy named John. Then she strips. Good video won’t lie. Here’s the link: http://omorashi.tv/video/1556/girl-wets-her-gym-pants And here’s the file (06:36 minutes) Girl Wets Her Gym Leggings.flv
  17. I wonder... does anyone have the balls - or ovaries - to be going to the gym in their diapers / nappies (for pleasure or because they need to?). I'm London based, and wondered if there's any one in the city who's doing this in secret? I've been gyming it a lot recently, and I just keep getting kinky thoughts always seeing these seriously tight ass females in their spandex (some with sweat lines that have developed, wishing it was pee, it could be? Right?) and it makes me wonder, if anyone has actually gone that one step further and gone to the gym, a full and busy gym, performing their normal workout whilst wearing a nappy? It's a big risk, but sometimes the most intense and hardcore-est of workouts, especially ones involving heavy weights can often push out an accidental pee for those with weaker bladders, so it would make sense to get a diaper on so you can go that extra bit more hardcore with your workout and not worry about wetting yourself. Would love to know your thoughts people.
  18. Kirito

    乙女の敗北 その9 - Page 1

    From the album: [Sora no Shiun] 乙女の敗北 その9

    © http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=31634372

  19. Kirito

    Gym wetting

  20. rachelkirwan

    1-2000 - Green Gym Bloomer Wetting

    Version

    532 downloads

    Another short, here a school girl wearing her gym bloomers unleashes a huge torrent!

    Free

  21. Kirito

    1179__a_2386.jpg

    © http://animegirldesp.org

  22. Miles255

    img20090119184334.jpg

  23. Miles255

    img20090104092653.jpg

  24. facade

    Accident in Gym Class