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  1. View File Tumblr Refugees - Wetting Content My final Tumblr content, this time wetting clips, salvaged from the sinking ship that is Tumblr. Not every video survived or will survive, but I managed to find these on my favorite blogs before they went tits up (pun definitely intended). ***Contains Nudity*** Enjoy Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/12/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
  2. rachelkirwan

    Tumblr Refugees - Wetting Content

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    My final Tumblr content, this time wetting clips, salvaged from the sinking ship that is Tumblr. Not every video survived or will survive, but I managed to find these on my favorite blogs before they went tits up (pun definitely intended). ***Contains Nudity*** Enjoy Rach

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  3. ♥TheWetFinn♥

    female Panty Wetting on Carpet (pics)

    I got bored a few nights ago and decided to soak the carpet floor by wetting my thin, black panties. I had been holding it in since lunch around 12 PM and it was about 8 in the afternoon when I wet myself. I didn't really feel up to doing desperation photos, especially since I kinda just sat there and peed. But anyway, here are the photos I took. They're not that great since I had to stretch my arm behind my back in order to take the pictures, so I apologize for the blur. Probably the largest puddle I've had so far.
  4. rachelkirwan

    female Caught Short with No Change

    Well, it’s been a while since I’ve shared an experience, and also, I wanted to share something pretty special, as I noticed I was getting very close to my 8000th post! This is quite a milestone and well, I hope you will all celebrate with me, by sharing more sexy wetting content and if you are interested, buying a pair of my dirty panties! I’m going to do a couple of posts and a video dump to celebrate, so here is my experience. I’ve had a couple of very hard months at work; a bunch of volunteers left and I’ve been scrambling to fill their roles. As such, I’ve been pretty busy and haven’t had much time for fun kinky stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve still had some sexy times with the hubby, and certainly watched some porn and masturbated with toys and all that, but I haven’t had a chance to do elaborate or public. Well, the other day I finally had some time off, and decided to go shopping at MetroTown. This is a big mall complex not too far from our place. I also decided to have a little bit of desperation fun while I was doing it, or rather, I kind of decided to have some desperation fun mid-way through running errands. Here’s what happened. It’s been getting chillier here, so I’ve started wearing trousers a lot more. But this day, it was bright and sunny out, which offered the perfect, and perhaps the last, opportunity to wear a nice skirt (without leggings). After lounging around the flat for a while and doing some house work, I decided to head out and deal with the growing list of small errands. I pulled on a cute dark grey pleated skirt,, the white cotton panties I’d been wearing under my PJs all morning. I buttoned up a lavender blouse, threw on a cardigan, and picked up a larger backpack to accommodate my shopping. I pulled my wallet out of my purse, grabbed a couple of items that were piled up by the door, threw in a couple of cloth shopping bags, and wandered off to the Skytrain to hop down to MetroTown. It was about 11 am by the time I arrived at the mall (it’s huge by the way), and I headed off to the washroom, as I’d forgotten to go before leaving my flat. I used the one nearest the Skytrain, which I always find the yuckiest, but it was close, and I kind of had to go. Hovering over the toilet, I noticed that my panties were already a little dirty/sticky from the trip over and the mornings activities. I love how white cotton shows every little stain. I then headed up to the second level to return a sports bra to the sporting goods store. My sister had bought it for me and well, she wasn’t aware that my breasts have grown since going on birth control (a long time ago), and she still apparently bought me a bra using my size from like more than a decade ago. I wasn’t impressed with their sports bras, and so I wandered around the mall, visiting a couple of shops until I found something really comfy and supportive from Lululemon. This took more than an hour, and so rather than getting into some serious shopping, I headed off to Blenz coffee on the main floor. I grabbed a big matcha late, and sat down, drinking the whole thing and watching people bustling by. Sometimes it’s fun to just sit and watch the world go by, and it certainly is when doing so is a luxury. During this time, my mind wandered, and I had a few naughty thoughts. Completely filled up on green tea, I headed out once more. I probably should have planned out my trip a little better, as I ended up wandering all over the mall, grabbing items off my list and doing a little browsing. Half an hour after leaving the coffee shop, I could feel myself filling up. I could have easily ducked into one of the many washrooms around the mall, but I was starting to feel a little naughty. I was at about a 6 on the desperation scale, the point where I would normally always head straight to the washroom, but decided to have a little bit of public desperation fun. It sort of flowed on from the things I had been contemplating at the coffee shop. I didn’t have a concrete plan, but I did feel like getting up to some naughty mischief. Maybe just some desperation perhaps? I continued browsing through some shops and felt myself getting increasingly desperate. I headed into Chapters and looked through some of the new arrivals and non-fictions sections. By the time I was checking out the always poorly populated philosophy section, I was at a 7. I played up my desperation, allowing myself to display my need to pee in subtle, mildly exhibitionistic ways. A little foot jiggle here, tightly crossed legs when I paused to look at a book, that sort of thing. To the keen observer, I would have likely appeared to be an antsy book browser. The problem is of course that browsing for books is certainly the kind of thing that you can just stop doing and use the washroom, so I decided to get back onto my pre-schedule list of errands. I headed over to T&T, the huge Asian food supermarket, and began filling a basket with items off my list. Having an almost-full basket of things is a great reason not to use the toilet. I worked my way methodically through the store, my desperation mounting to a solid 8 by the time I reached the tea section. I was playing up my desperation beyond an 8 though, for effect, and because of the little thrill of excitement that I got from knowing that other people around me in the shop could see that I had to pee. My actions were less subtle at this point, given my mounting real desperation. I was not at the point of holding myself, but I would twist my legs together whenever I stopped to look for something, and this was often followed by dancing on the spot. I spotted the sidelong glances of other patrons around me when I jiggle about. My basket was mostly full and I only had a couple more items to purchase by the time I made it to the noodle isle. I was still at a solid 8 on the desperation scale, but acting like I was a 9.5. I put down my basket, crossed my legs, and did slip my hand firmly between my thighs as I pondered the noodle selection. There are so many options and the packaging is always confusing (and it’s typically not in English, so you really have to look at the ingredients if you are looking for something specific. I found a couple that I was looking for, and put them, one-handed, into my basket, all the while holding myself firmly. A younger Asian man came around the corner as I was depositing the final pack of noodles into my basket, curtsey-style, so as not to put too much pressure on my bladder, or flash my panties at anyone. As soon as I saw him I whipped my hand out from between my legs, though I could tell from his look that he had noticed. I quickly retrieved my basket and hurried off, flushing a little and too embarrassed to look back to see if he was watching me. I still had a couple of items on the list, but my feigned extreme desperation was kind of getting to my head (and bladder), and I was at that ‘find a bathroom now!’ stage of desperation. I went to get the final item on my list – dumpling wrappers in case you care – before heading to the checkout. There was of course a line, though not a very long one and I wiggled and crossed my legs with increasingly real desperation (about an 8.5) as I waited for the two people ahead of me to check out. After the first person wrapped up, which seemed like it took far too long, I was able to unload my basket on to the little conveyor belt. This done, I could hold the empty basket in one hand in front of my crotch, to cover up the fact that my second hand had snaked its way between my thighs and was once again pressing the thick fabric of my skirt into my vagina. The additional pressure didn’t seem to help too much, and I was still very rapidly wiggling my thighs and legs. While I tried not to make eye contact with the people around me, I was acutely aware of their looks. My heart rate increased and I had those sexy and fluttery little butterfly feelings that I love and hate so much about embarrassing public situations. The person in front of me was a middle-aged woman, and she had a full shopping cart. I had noticed her giving me a sympathetic look when she began unloading her cart a little while ago. I think out of solidarity with me and my obvious desperate plight, she hurried along her interaction. The checkout person was a teen or university student, and she also gave me a sympathetic look. This made me blush even more and look away, concentrating on carefully arranging my items on the conveyor belt to maximize how fast I could load my backpack. I did not notice the two other people who had lined up behind me, only that they were there, boxing me in, preventing my dashing off and simply abandoning my groceries. As the woman ahead of me fumbled in her purse for her credit card, I switched from holding myself (which was really not as discreet as I had thought), to using both hands to prep my backpack and doing a little pee pee dance. I was so caught up with my own predicament – no longer feigned – that I didn’t notice the man behind me asking for a little grocery divider, and instead, the checkout girl had to give him one. I noticed too late and in classic Canadian style apologized, mumbling something like, ‘ah sorry.’ He said ‘no worries’ and went about pretending to ignore the fact that I was wiggling about in front of him in the checkout line, desperate to pee. The woman ahead of me finally completed her transaction and headed on her way, with one last sympathetic look over her shoulder at me. I reached the checkout girl. I had already removed my wallet from my backpack to speed up the interaction. “Hello, how is your day going?” I asked in a meek kind of voice. “Not bad, thanks.” She replied curtly, and began rapidly scanning my items. I prayed that nothing would need a price check or any such complication. “How about yours?” She responded. “Oh not so bad…” I replied vaguely. “Did you find everything you needed?” She inquired. I nodded, not wanting to have to concentrate on a conversation, and my mounting desperation. I let her get on with her job, not wanting to slow her down for any reason. “These ones are one sale if you wanted a second one half off.” She observed at one point, holding up a package of noodles. I must have not noticed when I was picking them out, or forgotten to pick up a second pack, which was understandable, given my predicament. “Oh, that’s ok.” I added quickly. I began packing the scanned items into my backpack as quickly as possible. She scanned the final items, and at this point, I transitioned from almost comical pee pee dance, to crossed legs. It had been over an hour since I downed the very large green tea and I had reached a real 9 on the desperation scale. I hadn’t quite planned this out. Usually when I plan to get up to some desperation, pee, or diaper fun in public, I plan things out, but today was more spontaneous, and I was reaching a point of real and serious desperation. The kind of point where you are in real risk of a very public accident. I don’t have the kind of bladder which allows me to let out little leaks to relieve the pressure. I have been practicing, and can sometimes let out a little if I really concentrate and also if I’m absolutely desperate. These little leaks do sometimes happen without my control, but are very often followed by a rather longer release of pee. I really didn’t want that to here in the narrow checkout isle of the T&T Supermarket in front of a group of strangers. The thought of it made my heart race, and my pulse quicken, but also terrified me. Maybe I did want to have a little accident? I mused a little, about the possibility of relaxing, just a little bit, to let out a drop into my panties. I immediately decided against it, as I didn’t want to make a mess and involve the people around me. I clenched down with my PC muscles, removed the hand which was once again pressed between my legs (I had not even been conscious of having done so), and packed the last few items into my bag. “Debit please.” I said, anticipating her question, and she punched a bunch of buttons on the till. She indicated that I could use the machine and I punched in my pin. “Would you like a receipt?” She inquired. “Yes please.” I muttered, replacing my debit card into my wallet and stuffing it into my mostly full backpack. The machine seemed to take forever to print. She tore receipt from the machine and handed it to me. “Just outside the doors in the parking lot, turn left, and then take another left.” She said, cryptically. I hastily put my backpack on, while still doing a pee pee dance, with as much discretion as I could muster. “Huh?” I inquired, not sure what she was talking about, though it should have been obvious. “If you need a washroom, they are just around the corner from the exit.” She clarified. I immediately felt my face flush with warmth. “Oh.” I replied, dumbly. “Thank you.” I had clearly been quite obvious. The fact that a stranger had pointed me in the direction of the washrooms without my having to ask was acutely embarrassing, though I had of course been asking for this kind of treatment. Still lacking decorum, I decided to make a dash for the toilets. Now I can usually make it to the washroom with a bladder at a ‘comfortable’ 9, I have in the past. The trick is to be close to the washroom and to not run or jostle too much. I knew where the washroom was and I could probably make it at a good walking speed. However, still play acting just a little, I rushed out of the exit. The parking lot outside of the exit was busy, with shoppers milling about, cars driving past, and people randomly standing about checking their phones. I zigged and zagged between them at a brisk pace, but still not a jog. I found the main hallway and took a left and there was the sign and hallway leading to the washrooms. It was then when my slightly foggy, desperation confused, brain made a naughty decision; Rather than continuing my brisk pace and hurrying into the washroom, I decided to make a sprint for it. I gripped the straps of my backpack with both hands and took off at a good pace down the hallway towards the washrooms. This was of course a bad idea, if I was hoping to keep my panties dry. While I’m not very good at intentionally letting out little leaks when I’m desperate (and instead tend to just lose control as I mentioned), I am particularly known for leaking when working out. The increased pressure from my running footfalls jostled my bladder, and I could feel a little leak with each running step as I approached the ladies room. Coming around the corner of the entrance of the washroom, I almost collided with a middle-aged woman, and I was forced to slow my pace. Bearing down hard on my PC muscles, to stop the leaking. I hoped that I could find a free stall. Fortunately, Metrotown has well-provisioned washrooms, so that when I entered the relatively crowded washroom, I was quickly able to locate an empty stall. Down at the end, it was sitting with its door ajar. Now, safely inside the washroom, I slowed my pace, weary of slipping on the wet floor, or bumping into one of the many women dotted along the long line of sinks to my side. No longer running, I quickly let go of my backpack strap with my right hand, and, reaching up under my skirt so as not to press is fabric into my damp panties, I held myself tightly. I was largely oblivious to the fact that I was holding myself in a very undignified fashion, and in such a way as to reveal a flash of white cotton to the other women in the washroom. My face burned with warmth as a hastily walked past various women at the sink. Out of the corner of my eye I could see one of them turn to stare at me as she caught my reflection in the mirror. Finally, heart pounding, I reached the empty stall, hand still pressed firmly between my very public, and very wet panties. I pushed the door close, and fumbled with the lock with my left hand. I felt a jet of warmth strike the hand between my legs. I gave up on the lock, removed my wet hand, and used it to yank down my panties, all the while stepping back and spreading my legs. My wet panties were stretched between my thighs as I sort of squatted over the toilet (my backpack and discomfort with sitting on unwiped public toilets preventing me from sitting down). My panties were barely at my thighs when my body released, splashing furiously into the toilet with a loud hiss. As the pressure subsided, I angled my legs more, to prevent splashing and stop the little dribble I felt running down one leg. I peed for a good minute, and possibly a little longer. This is the maximum duration of a Rachel bladder, and I was awash with a wave of relief once I reached the dribbling conclusion of my pee. It took several wadded up balls of toilet paper to dry my sex, legs, and the toilet seat. My panties were another matter. They were rather wet, and I used even more toilet paper to dab them. All the while I had been peeing, I was paranoid that someone would burst in on me, and see my drenched panties spread between my thighs. I was lucky, I suppose, having chosen a stall further from the entrance. As soon as I had stopped peeing, I latched to door, to give me added privacy as I dried myself off. I was careful to inspect my skirt, which had avoided getting wet, which was great, given the embarrassing and revealing steps I’d taken to keep it that way. There may have been a couple of little damp spots on the inside, but the fabric of this particular skirt is pretty thick. Now, as most of you will know by now, I have long carried a spare pair of panties in my purse. This is a habit that comes from long experience with my bladder, its foibles, and also my sometimes intentional wet fun times. While I dried myself off, I came to the realization that I did not have my purse, but rather, I had removed my wallet from my purse before leaving home, and had instead brought a backpack. While the backpack is a large one, capable of holding all of my groceries, it is not as well provisioned as my purse – it lacks a spare pair of panties, pads, makeup and the usually stuff that accumulates in ones purse. I thought about my options. I had largely completed my important errands (I only had to pick up some stamps), and so I could head directly home in my very wet panties, enjoying the cold wetness of them against my skin, and possibly leaving a little wet patch on the seat of the Skytrain. But it was a long walk home, and I still wasn’t quite done with other optional errands (for example, popping over to the library and doing some more window shopping). I wasn’t quite ready to go home, but I was not up for wandering about the mall and area in rather wet panties. I could of course remove my panties and go ‘comando’ but this was not a very good idea. While I’m known for my mild exhibitionism, and get very excited at the prospect of playing up my desperation for a couple of strangers, or flashing my panties at a washroom full of other women (or some of my other adventures), wearing a relatively short skirt without panties is a little too much for me. I would have to navigate the very steep, upskirt inducing, stairs at the Skytrain station, as well as escalators and open areas in Metrotown, where people beneath me could spy my shaved girl parts. I decided that I had been a bad girl, and as such, I would have to wear my wet panties a little longer, but that I would need some other stopgap to get me home. I wadded up a little toilet paper, making a small pad, and pressed this between my legs before hiking up my wet panties once more. The paper would keep my skin dry for a little while, and also reminded me of previous accidents when I was younger, and some of the steps I’d taken after these. My heart was still pounding when I flushed and headed out of the stall to wash my hands. I didn’t recognize any of the women at the sinks from when I had dashed in, not that I would have likely been able to. I dried my hands and headed out, acutely aware of the dampness of the edges of the gusset of my panties, touching my inner thighs, despite the wad of toilet paper. I had a couple of options, and mulled them over in my head. I could go and buy some new panties, I always love new panties, and the packs of cotton girl’s panties that I wear are not that expensive. I was certainly not going to buy something fancy from La Senza or La Vie En Rose, girls who wet their panties are clearly not ready for big girl lingerie. Given my cheap taste for cute cotton little girls panties, I headed all the way across the mall to Walmart. Rather than going straight for the girls isle, I opted to wander about a little. As I have often done, I found myself wandering down the diaper isle, ogling the packages. I’m sure any diaper lovers out there have done the same. Like a moth to the flame, I hovered about the isle, looking for new arrivals, and seeing what I could find. I stared at the packaging of the Goodnites (no change there) still my favorite go to diaper (so cute, so nostalgic), and then worked my way along to the Pull-ups. Now I’ve not worn Pull-ups for many years, and I’m almost certain they don’t fit all that well. I do, after all, wear the L/XL sized Goodnites, and despite these fitting well, I have my doubts about going down to the 4t-5t sized Pull-ups. But right then and there, I decided to try. So I mulled over my options, looking at the feel and learn, night time, and other options available. I finally, after some serious mulling over, decided to pick an adorable pair of regular girls Pull-ups with learning designs, of the largest size I could find. I was excited at the prospect, and even if they didn’t fit all that well, I could still enjoy the stickers that they promised to have inside. I carried these to the checkout as my single item, and paid. I’m at the age where I could have legitimately been buying Pull-ups for my kid, and as I’ve bought Goodnites on many occasions in person, I didn’t get that excited rush that sometimes accompanies buying incontinence products in public. No one knew that I was buying these pull-ups because I’d had an accident, but I knew, and this gave me a naughty little secret which did get my heart pounding just a little bit harder. I got a bag for my item, and headed out, making my way straight for the washrooms. They were easy to find and I didn’t need any help. This time, I headed to the family washroom, and found it open. Feeling a little sneaky, being bereft of a family, I smuggled my way inside, and locked the door. The first thing that I did was open the pack of Pull-ups and give it a big smell, appreciating the new diaper scent. I had pulled out one with a lady doctor character on them. I appreciated them from various angles, taking in the ‘learning designs’ and colours. I also felt them and they felt considerably thinner than Goodnites, which I suppose makes sense, given that these are supposed to be training pants, and not designed to take a full night time bladder’s worth. I did worry that they would leak if I released a very full bladder into them, my Goodnites do this when I wear them (usually when I’m laying down). I pulled down my panties and removed the toilet paper, which was damp. I then pulled down the changing table and finally remembered to take a couple of photos for your perverts. I set up a little still life with wet panties and shameful pull-ups. I then patted myself dry, again, with some toilet paper, as I had become a little damp in the intervening shopping time – both from my panties, and from my natural juices due to all the excitement. I pre-stretched the Pull-ups, a technique I’ve used on smaller pull-ups before, and then slowly shimmied them up my hips. They fit surprisingly well, but were still tight. I gave my legs a couple of practice steps to test out whether or not the sides would hold, and they seemed to do their job. I supposed that they would hold, as long as I didn’t like do any squat thrusts, or similar moves. I did worry for a second that if they didn’t fit, they could tear and fall down while I was wearing them! Or one side would tear, and I would face the awkward situation of a diaper hanging half-attached, under a rather short skirt. I then pondered my options once more. I could pull my panties over the Pull-up, keeping it in place, like a pad. This would work, but also I’d still get the wet clammy feeling of wet panty gusset against my legs. The whole point of the Pull-ups was to wear something dry (and also protective, after all, I’d had am embarrassing bathroom accident in my big girl panties, I told myself, excited by the inner dialogue). The other option was just to risk it, and avoid hip-spreading activities, and hope for the best. I opted for this choice, as putting wet panties over top of a dry clean diaper is just not something a good girl does. I balled up my wet panties so that the dry bits covered the wet and stuffed them into my backpack. There was insufficient room in my backpack for the opened diapers, so I pulled out a cloth bag and put the pack in this. I then headed out into the world. I then went for a rather longer walk all the way to the public library, which is on the other side of the mall and through a lovely little park. There I dropped off a book and picked up a couple of holds I had, stuffing these into the bag with the pull-ups. I spent some time browsing the shelves. It had been a good while since I had peed and while I did this, I felt the urge to pee growing. I was also careful to hold the back of my skirt when walking up the stairs at the library, nervous about flashing my Pull-ups at a library denizen. I was at a very comfortable 4 or 5 when I finally left the library (with a couple additional books and a documentary) and headed back to the mall. I had some time to kill and was keen crack into one of my new books, so I located a cool bench in the park, arranged myself so that I was not sitting on my skirt, and pulled out one of the holds that I have been dying to read. I ploughed through a couple of chapters before I registered that I needed to pee again, properly this time. A good solid 6. Not wanting to get up and abandon my book, and also, still suffused with naughty thoughts, I closed my eyes, and released. I could feel warmth suffuse my girl parts and the diaper filling up. The peed flowed differently inside the Pull-up than it does in a Goodnite. I find Goodnites a little more thirsty, so the pee doesn’t run as much, but rather gets absorbed. In a Pull-up, the pee sort of ran all over getting my bum wet quickly. I bore down after a good 30 seconds (as soon as I was able), worried about leaks. I listened for the tell tale patter of droplets hitting the cement beneath me, indicating that the diaper had leaked, but I heard nothing. While there were no passersby, I reached my hand between my legs and felt for wetness. The Pull-up felt squishy and warm but I didn’t feel any leaks. I read more of my book, all the while enjoying the warm squishy feeling of the wet diaper between my legs. After a couple more chapters, I was starting to get chilly and decided to get up and head back to the mall to get changed before heading home. I hoisted my heavy backpack, picked up my bag, and headed back to the mall. The wet diaper under my skirt felt heavy and rubbed against my thighs subtly. I navigated my way into the mall and found the nearest washroom. Once again, I surreptitiously made my way into the family washroom and barred the door. Because I had in no way emptied my bladder earlier, I wiped off the toilet seat, pulled down my Pull-ups, and peed. I tore the sides of the diaper pretty badly yanking them down, and I tore them off completely while I was peeing. I inspected the gathers and cute designs on the Pull-ups and noticed that I had made the ‘learning designs’ thoroughly disappear. It looked like I needed some more time to learn. After wiping myself, and snapping some pics of the wet Pull-up for all you perverts, I rummaged in my bag and found another diaper. This one I tore badly trying to pre-stretch it, so I stuffed it back in the bag (even torn diapers can be fun, but at home), and pre-stretched another. I carefully shimmied this one up, checked myself in the mirror, washed my hands, and then headed off into the mall once more. I was all excited at having changed myself in a public washroom, and rethinking the whole adventure on my head as I walked to the SkyTrain. I was feeling very naughty by the time I arrived, and as I was on the ground floor, I was less than careful with holding the back of my skirt as I made my way up the steep stairs to the platform. Did I flash a tight pair of Pull-ups to a pervy stranger beneath me? Possibly. But even the prospect of doing this quickened my pulse. I sat on the SkyTrain most ladylike, thank you very much, my adventures with subtle exhibitionism only go so far, and I texted my hubby to see if he was home, he was, and I let him know that he should be ready for a very horny Rachel when I got home. I was throbbing by the time I reached my stop (which isn’t many stops), and I hurried home. My husband didn’t say anything when I got in the door, pushed him into the bedroom and removed my clothes, revealing a brand of diaper that we don’t normally have in the house. It didn’t stay on long however, and I got myself good and satisfied. Well, I hope you enjoyed my adventure, I will share some more soon of course. If you appreciate my work, do please consider buying a pair of my panties or just getting me something off my wishlist, the more fun things I have to wear and play with, the more stories I can share! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Here’s to the next 8000…. Rachel
  5. falschirmjager

    malefemale first recorded wetting

    IMG_0194 (1).MOV Hey all. I bought a new pack of briefs recently, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to break them in a little. My finger covers up the lens for about a second, so sorry about that 😅.
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    26,254 downloads

    This is my personal collection of Naughty Lucy videos. It contains most all of her recent wetting clips. There are currently 64 videos in this collection, you can see previews of each of these clips via the attached thumbnails. You can view Naughty Lucy's page and support her work here: http://www.xtube.com...naughty_lucy420

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  7. KitKatOmo

    A Date at the Zoo

    The goal: You help your girlfriend, Emma, get as desperate as possible on your date to the zoo and ensure that she makes it back to her house (mostly) dry. Once there, you continue to make her hold until she bursts. A few rules/things to note: - Emma’s happiness and comfort are important, and she may refuse to do something she’s uncomfortable with. - It is possible for Emma to dump you if she ends up wetting herself, depending on the circumstances and how you’ve treated her. - Emma is free to piss whenever she wants before lunch. It’s only after lunch that the real holding starts. - You are depicted as male in both sex and gender. - Please don’t make “alternate suggestions”. You can, however, elaborate on a situation (e.g. “do choice 1 + this” or “do choice 2 like this”). You are also free to “second” someone else’s elaboration. — Morning light flits into the bedroom through the blinds, a line resting across Emma’s eyes. As per usual, she wakes reluctantly, her eyes squeezed shut as she turns onto her front, a soft groan in her throat. She moves slowly, pushing herself up from the mattress with her elbows and stretching out her back as she gets onto her knees. Once upright, she finishes her stretches, yawning with a soft but cute sound. Then she remembers what day it is, and her stomach flutters with excitement and anxiety. It’s the first time she’ll be desperate in public (of her own accord) and she has no clue how it will turn out. Emma is immediately wide awake and she grabs her phone from the dresser, checking the weather. The day will have a high of 80 Fahrenheit (about 27 Celsius) with low humidity and low wind speed. The sky will be almost completely cloudless. Emma smiles—she’s always preferred warmer weather—and steps out of bed. Her nearly-see-through blue pajama shorts show off her slim tan legs, as well as her lacy black underwear, and her top, a similarly translucent white cami, rests gently on her bare, perky breasts. She stretches again, admiring her toned body in the mirror. Regardless of what she wears, she knows you will like it, but she’d like your opinion anyway. So she sends you a quick text: “Hey bby <3 Getting ready for our date! What would you like to see me in? ;P” Emma turns on her ringer and sets her phone on the dresser. She turns back to the mirror and combs her fingers through her dark, silky hair. Her fingers meet a few tangles, so she decides she’ll wash it this morning. >>What will Emma wear? (open-ended, but make sure she doesn’t overheat!) >>How will she do her hair? (open-ended) (Hey guys! I decided to try an interactive story ^^ We will follow the pov of both Emma and of "You", her boyfriend, with the pov sometimes changing within the same post. I have the outline of the next few written out, but after that, whatever happens, happens! The next post will be either next Friday or when I've heard back from at least 10 people. Have fun!)
  8. Version

    2,171 downloads

    A little bit of everything in here~ This is the newest compilation by http://video.fc2.com/fr/a/member.php?page=1&kobj_mb_id=13737129#listtop I haven't watched it all the way through, so it may contain nudity, be warned! 09/14/2013: Updated with FC2's "HD" MP4 version only available to premium FC2 members - Kirito

    Free

  9. Hope y'all like. Just me wetting some jeans. IMG_0616.MOV
  10. hirokun

    Yumiko's Exibitionist Tendancies (2010)

    From the album: My Drawings

    Yumiko after making her decision. She seems very happy about peeing in front of Hirohito. She is saying she held it a very long time just for him to watch her pee herself for him. She must have been really aching to go!

    © Lightwriter 2004-2017

  11. File Name: JAV - Intentional Wettings File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 07 Aug 2014 File Category: Female Pants Wetting So as the title suggests, three intentional wettings, JAVs. Rach. Click here to download this file
  12. I give my friend Dan guitar lessons every Monday night at his place. He lives about a 20-minute walk from my apt, and seeing as I hadn't had a good stroll I decided to hoof it. Before leaving my place I had a big cup of coffee and some water, making sure to use the bathroom before I left. As Fall is upon us Dan had his heat on, which makes for a very dry space. Naturally this made me drink my entire 1 L water bottle over the 1-hour lesson. We also went on about 10 extra minutes, jamming over the 007 theme. Once Dan realized we went over an hour he said that he had to leave right away to meet friends for drinks across town. I asked to use the bathroom before we left, as my bladder was starting to send slight signals of distress (thanks to the coffee I imagine). Dan was adamant about leaving immediately, so I acquiesced and went on my way; I didn't have to go THAT bad. Well within 10-minutes, and with only 10-minutes to go, my bladder was throbbing. I couldn't believe it! I have an iron-clad bladder, I pressed on in the brisk autumn night. At that point my roommate called asking about the food on hand in our kitchen. As I was explaining the contents of our fridge I suddenly realized with a start: I was peeing! I kept walking as there were people walking behind me. I had unleashed a steady stream into my underwear but I held back the flood as I continued talking to my roommate, though the small accident and cool, dusk air only weakened my resolve. After I finished talking to my roomie, I decided that I had nothing to lose: It was getting dark, I was wearing black corduroy and black fabric shoes; no one could see a thing and my roommate obviously wasn't home. I took a detour through some back alleys and thought I'd just end the discomfort immediately. Without reservation I unleashed everything inside me while walking; a cascade of urine poured into my pants flooding my crotch, legs and filling my shoes. I could hear sloshing in my shoes as I walked and admired the small trail of pee I left in my wake. Sure enough, as I stepped under the lights of my street you could hardly see a thing, save a light contrast between the dry and wet fabric. I went inside the vestibule of my apt building (an old row-house), shut the door and took off my shoes. I walked barefoot to my front door and stripped as soon as I got in the house. I even had myself a shower before my roommate came home :D Hope y'all enjoyed the read! Cheers
  13. File Name: Jeans Wetting File Submitter: Kei File Submitted: 12 May 2013 File Category: Home Made Videos Clothing: Jeans Another recent addition to Wetting-Video.com. Click here to download this file
  14. Maki

    何とかの開放

    © http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=8580668

  15. You are Nate, a student of the prestigious Alexandra Academy. You are one of its top students, with bright and shining test results at every subject. You are also pretty good at sports, having quite the athletic body. You have light brown hair and blue eyes. The uniform you wear today is a cream-colored blazer over a white shirt and a tie. And you wear a plaid long pants, colored dark red. You make sure that you're dressed neatly before you go off to school. Since your house is pretty close to it, you can go there by walking. Unbeknownst to anyone however, you have a little quirk that takes you away from being the very example of an honor student. You are fond of letting out your pee little by little throughout the day.. You simply love the feeling of warmth it gives and how you feel terribly naughty when you look at the small wet patch on your pants' crotch when you do the deed. Of course, you absolutely make sure that it's only a small patch, or else others will notice and they will know about your little wettings. And that simply won't do at all. You have to keep up your appearance after all. So your goal is to spurt as often as possible without anyone knowing about it. Today, you decide to wear: 1. Briefs = Better at hiding your erection but worse at absorbing your pee 2. Boxers = Worse at hiding your erection but better at absorbing your pee.
  16. One of my most vibrant memories of my youth was the day I intentionally wet myself. I was in the first grade. Our teacher was a horrid old maid, who was very strict on washroom breaks. Though we were old enough to be in school, thus toilet trained, there were quite a few kids who couldn't hold it long enough and wet themselves in class. That day I the squirming of David caught my eye. He clenched his legs together, slipped his hands between, and shook, all telltale signs of needing the toilet. I can't recall if he asked to go, but all was in vain anyway, as I watched with morbid curiosity as slick darkness ran down his khaki corduroy trousers. There was a forceful hissing sound, as the torrent pooled at his feet. He was permitted to go to the washroom to change, but our teacher had no sympathy in her cold eyes. His accident was a watershed moment (pun!) in my life. I wanted to know what intentionally wetting was like. There were the occasional accident, but I was overly cautious and went to the toilet every chance I got. I never drank much in the way of fluid because fluid = peeing = accidents. I would triple void (or more) before bed to avoid bedwetting (still problems, but I tried). I rushed home, and was alone. My Grandmother was lived next door, but I was allowed to be alone until my folks got home. I needed to go, as always, and usually dashed for the washroom as soon as I got home. Instead, I prepared, taking off my shoes and planting my socked feet square on the tan low cut carpet. Letting go, I released, wetting my jeans. The urine was warm, rivulets of wetness ran down the length of my stiff denim jeans. The feeling was amazing. The fear of being caught and the intensity of doing something so forbidden made my heart beat so quickly. I sloughed my warm, soaked jeans. The feeling of wet pants was familiar, from accidents, but this time was different. I was in control of this. Tossing my pants and drenched panties into the pile of dirty clothes and hoping that mom wouldn't say anything, I cleaned up and changed before anyone would be home. Hope you enjoyed as much as I did.
  17. Kei

    MDH Pants Wetting

    Version

    437 downloads

    A new upload I saw on Wetting-Video.com.

    Free

  18. Version

    5,314 downloads

    A selection of fifteen videos I ripped from Eroprofile overnight. They range from desperation to public to deliberate wetting, some contain nudity. There's one screenshot per video, but I don't think they're in order, sorry. Sorry if there's any repeats. ^^;

    Free

  19. Kei

    ムッチリ女の放尿

    Version

    115 downloads

    Title from FC2. Woman pees into a bowl.

    Free

  20. File Name: MDH Pants Wetting File Submitter: Kei File Submitted: 12 May 2013 File Category: Home Made Videos Clothing: Other A new upload I saw on Wetting-Video.com. Click here to download this file
  21. rachelkirwan

    JAV - Intentional Wettings

    Version

    967 downloads

    So as the title suggests, three intentional wettings, JAVs. Rach.

    Free

  22. File Name: みずもれ MIX 44 File Submitter: Kei File Submitted: 05 Sep 2015 File Category: Female Wetting A new compilation video ripped from FC2. It's over an hour and a half long and has something for everyone--desperation, accidents, intentional wetting, masturbation, squirting, public wetting, school girls, uniforms, and more. Enjoy! Click here to download this file
  23. View File Wetting grey leggings So uhh, this is my first attempt at anything like this <///< After having an intentional hold whilst chatting to omo friends, I scurried away and decided to try film the outcome. My bladder locked up and became quite shy when I had gotten into a position I was intending on filming and I tried to stand back up when it hit... however I managed to get this short clip from it. With this being my first ever sort of video, feedback is appreciated~ Submitter Ashi Submitted 10/18/2017 Category Peeing  
  24. File Name: Red Pants File Submitter: Kei File Submitted: 12 May 2013 File Category: Home Made Videos Clothing: Other Another recent addition to Wetting-Video.com. Click here to download this file