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Last night I got home from work desperate (as usual), but my roommate was in the shower. Decided to film what happened. https://drive.google.com/open?id=1XF4s1YUAjPKDvEQpQu3lnuCm-ULki1is

I like going for long walks, and drink lots of water to stay hydrated. I really look forward to the summer months, when I can wet my pants while out for a walk. Sometimes, I wear black nylon pants so that I can walk and wee in secret. Other times, I piss my pants in a park downtown, then put my nylon pants on and walk back to the car. Or, I wait until near the end of my walk, and piss my pants. On this particular day, it was a nice day and I wanted to go for a long walk. I stayed well hydrated by drinking 3L of water over the span of 25km. I stopped once after 12km to use the public washroom. I then continued on drinking and walking. When I was about 6km from my destination, I started to feel the urge to pee. Since I was only 6km from my destination, I figured that I would hold it and find somewhere close to where I was parked to have a piss. Well I managed to hold it another 3km, while I drank about 500 ml of a soft drink. While waiting for a traffic light, I decided to dribble in my jeans. I only wanted a small wet patch, so that it was barely noticeable. Unfortunately, that did not happen and I ended up spurting more into my pants, ' After this small leak, I knew that I better find a place to have a piss. I had to walk about 4 blocks with my jeans looking rather damp. Wonder how many people driving by, noticed my pants were wet When I found a secluded space, I set my camera up and then released the contents of by bladder. If you look in the downloads files you will find the associated video from this pants pissing. When I was done, the result was: The damage was very noticeable. I did this beside a public pathway. To save myself complete embaressmet, and and the need to walk through a mall parking lot, I put on a pair of black nylon pants. I hides the wetness underneath really well. While driving home, I had to pee some more as that 3L of water was now wanting out. I drove home sitting on a plastic bag to protect the seats in my car. By time I got home and got the car parked in the garage, I had to pee some more so decided to warm up my jeans. So I sat in the car and let a good spurt go into my pants. I enjoyed the feeling of the warm wet crotch, and a warm wet ass. I did not want to pee too much, and get all over the place so waited until I could get into the bathroom. Here is a result of the damage that was done: You can see the black nylon pants sitting on the floor next to me I then proceeded to wet my pants one more time while standing in the tub. That was also included in the video that I posted to downloads. After thoroughly wetting myself, I had a shower and washed my clothes. I am looking forward to wetting my pants again, and have another experience from yesterday

Wet walk - May 25, 2020 View File I was out for another long walk yesterday, and again drank 3L of water while walking. Unfortunately, I had to use the rest room a few times along the way so was not bursting for piss. However, after 35 km and 8 km since my last bathroom break, I did have to pee. Since I was getting closer to my car, I thought there was a secluded corner of a park to have a piss in my jeans. Unfortunately, it was a little bit busier then I intended, but managed to stand inside a stand of trees. I then set up my phone, and release my bladder into my jeans. On my way home, I had to pee again and waited until I got home. When I got home, I decided to piss my jeans while laying in the tub. The one video, is a compilation of three videos where I take a panoramic shot of my hidden spot, the second is where I initially wet my jeans, and the third section is where I lay in the tub and piss my pants some more. Submitter shywewe Submitted 05/25/2020 Category Male  

Wet walk - May 15, 2020 View File I was out for a long walk of about 30 km. I drank about 3L of water on my walk, and make one stop about 12 km into my jourmey to use the rest room. As I as getting near the end of my walk, my bladder was filling nicely. I had stopped to wait for a traffic light, and let a little spurt out into my pants. Unfortunately, there was more then a little spurt and it started to run down my let. At that point my pants were already damp, so decided it was time to wet them. I then walked a couple of hundred meters, and found a spot beside a pathway, and let loose. When I got home, I still had to go so peed a little in the car, then finished the rest off in the tub. This video is a combination of the pathway wetting, and the third pee into my jeans while in the bathtub. Submitter shywewe Submitted 05/25/2020 Category Male  

Here's another story from a few years back, with my (now ex) boyfriend. I'd done smaller desperation challenges before, but this time I decided to do a whole day one, with him there just as moral support. He wasn't really into pee stuff that much, but is happy to go along with it because he knew I enjoyed it. The night before I got up to pee at around 5AM as usual, this would be my last one for a while. When I got up in the morning I didn't need to go since I was probably a bit dehydrated over the night, so I got dressed, had breakfast and plenty to drink, and got ready to go out. I put a padlock on the belt of my jeans so I couldn't remove them and then we headed out for a trip to the city for the day. The plan was to stay out all day and hold it in, of course I wouldn't be able to last that long so I at some point I would be forced to wet myself whether I wanted to or not. Throughout most of the morning I was fine, I could feel my bladder filling up fairly quickly since it must have been about half full when I woke up anyway, but it wasn't a big deal and I could ignore it. We walked around a park for a while. But by lunchtime the need had come on quite fast and I was now starting to get quite desperate, fidgeting uncomfortably in my seat. I wanted to go straight home because I knew if we left right away I could probably get back without having an accident, but my boyfriend encouraged me to keep going and suggested I test my bladder strength in a busy public place like a museum. I agreed to this rather reluctantly. About an hour or so later in the museum I was really starting to struggle, my bladder felt like it was going to explode and I didn't think I could hold it much longer, but with so many people around I was trying (and probably mostly failing) to appear normal. A few people gave me odd looks as they must have seen the pained expression on my face. I started to panic a bit and tried to calm down, but I couldn't think of anything other than how badly I needed to go. Eventually I turned and whispered to my boyfriend "I'm going to fucking piss my pants" and ran out of the museum, desperately looking for somewhere I could pee without being seen. I managed to find a somewhat quieter side street that would have to do. I made a futile attempt to pull my jeans down, but they wouldn't budge and I could not hold it anymore so I had to unleash the flood into them. Several people walked past as I was pissing myself, but the relief after holding for so long and the excitement of wetting myself in public meant I didn't care that much. When I was finally done there was a very visible dark patch on the inside of my jeans, and I then had to walk back through busy streets and get on the train home in very obviously piss-soaked jeans. Many people gave me odd looks but nobody said anything, and the fact that people could see what I had done really turned me on. By the time I got home I had to piss again, so I wet my jeans a second time before getting changed.

View File ItsLo Peeing in Jeans and Sloppy BJ Daviss create post with excellent site which have a lot of wetting videos like this one, but unfortunately video exist only two days after be uploaded, and many people might not have time to watch or save it. Submitter Jready Submitted 04/29/2020 Category Female  

Hi there! So the past few days, I have had the worst bout of tonsillitis of my life. We don't think it's Coronavirus, but my doc has recommended I follow Covid procedure just to be safe, since there's some overlap in the symptoms, and no tests to be taken. So I'm off work for two weeks, and now that I'm capable of doing more than laying in bed, feeling feverish and sorry for myself while staring at reddit, the fortnight at home has given me plenty of time to write. I've been drawing inspiration from some of the times in the past couple years I've had genuine accidents. They're rare, despite what it may seem, and normally if I want to have an accident I'll deliberately set myself up for one. I wanted to tell you today about a completely genuine, unplanned accident I had just over a year ago, before I moved in to my current living situation. So strap in for another overly detailed, long-winded tale! The place I lived in before this was a house shared among three people, including the landlord. Someone, we shall never figure out who, tried to wash one of the landlord's dog beds in the communal washing machine. It tore itself to shreds, and got cushion fluff all into the inner mechanics of the washing machine, rendering it beyond repair. I lived in the same city as my parents then, and they were happy to let me borrow the washing machine. The place my parents live isn't the same place I grew up in. They have a proper Rust Belt apartment, complete with narrow hallways, rickety stairs with uneven, open gaps between them, handy thin walls you can chat to your neighbors through, a single shaky upstairs toilet I hate using, and more room in the basement than in the main living room. Why they chose to move there I'll never fully understand, but I was grateful to have a place to clean all my clothes, especially since I had put this trip off and now needed to wash the majority of my wardrobe. Besides, I hadn't seen them in a couple months, and this was the perfect excuse to have a nice, long visit with them. My dad has a white collar job, but a blue collar heart, so the first thing he did when I got there Friday evening with my enormous bag of clothes, was produce a twelve pack for us to drink together. I loaded my first batch of laundry into the tiny, clunky, old washing machine in the basement, came back upstairs, and enjoyed a beer with my dad (while watching him enjoy three or four) out on the porch in the cool spring air. It had yet to fully shake off winter, but the first brave few fireflies were out regardless. We watched them twinkle while dusk fell, swapping rants about work, politics, whatever. It was on the way back down the wooden, wobbly old stairs to the basement I first noticed my bladder was filling. It wasn't bad, like a 3/20, and besides, I hate using their toilet. My dad was rounding the corner on his fifth beer at this point anyway, so he'd be going to bed soon, and I wanted to keep chewing the fat with him, so I ignored it. By the time he hugged me goodnight and went to bed, it had built to a 5/20, but I had it in my head I could make it until I left their place and got back home. Besides, I only had two beers over three hours (I had to drive after all!) so it's not as if I was constantly filling my bladder with drink. I followed my dad back into their cramped living room, bid my goodbyes to him with my mom, and sat down with her to charge my phone and chat. My mom had me well later in life, and falls very early in the Baby Boomer range. As such, she's an old fashioned lady enjoying her retirement, with her cats and TV and is just now learning the wonders of Facebook. I took the opposite end of the couch to her, and let her fill me in on what was happening with the debates on TV. She told me they bought some of my favorite sparking water just for my visit, and to help myself to that and whatever was in the fridge. I swear, this isn't the first time Waterloo Black Cherry was my undoing. I thanked her, and grabbed a couple cans for myself and some snacks for us to share while we watched TV. I still remember our conversation when I came back: "Are you sure you're comfortable in those shorts, honey? Do you want to change into some different pants?" Which was her way of saying she didn't quite approve of how far up my thighs my cutoff jean shorts rode and how much leg I was showing off. "No, Mom, I'm comfortable. I only wear these while I'm doing laundry anyway." That seemed to reassure her. Our conversation kept me interested enough I hardly noticed my ever-growing need for the toilet, or just how much I was putting into my taxed bladder. I drank at least three cans of sparking water, talking to my mom about all the usual suspects. More politics, her cats, the majesty of Facebook, and how exactly she could sign up for Twitter and why she really shouldn't, and by the time the timer on my phone went off I really had to piss at a solid 13/20. But, fortunately for you and unfortunately for me, I am nothing if not a stubborn idiot. I inherited exactly two things from my Irish/Native American father: 1) A love for alcohol, and 2) sheer, inflexible, utterly spiteful stubbornness. My bladder had been bothering me enough over the last hour and a half I had grown resentful of it. I was going to hold it, damn it, at least until I was done with my laundry. Then, maybe, if my bladder didn't bug me too much I could go before I left. What a mistake that turned out to be. My bladder sloshed inside me as I made my way downstairs to put my final load of laundry in the washing machine. As it turned out, the machine still had a good 10 minutes on the end of its cycle, which was just short enough I figured I should just wait in the basement. I put on a brave face and ignored my bladder's protests, emptied penultimate bundle of clothes into my bag, and waited. My need grew to a 16/20 while the washing machine completed its cycle, every single splash of water within the machine seemingly punching me in the bladder. I unfolded an old, dusty outdoor chair in storage and tried to sit in it, hoping that it would help relieve the pressure. I unzipped my little jean shorts, letting the bulge of my bladder expand outward. Neither helped as much as I had hoped, and I felt the barest amount of moisture wet my panties. So I went from chair to wiggling my hips frantically in front of the washing machine, willing it to end, before returning to the chair again. If I were smart I just would've gone up stairs and peed, but no, stubborn as the ass I am, I stood there, desperate as all hell, willing myself to make it through. I reminded myself I used to hold it for 8 hours at a time in school, this was nothing. I am not going to wet myself in my parent's basement like a little girl. With 3 minutes left I was twisting my legs around, trying so hard to hold on, but not slip out of my flip-flops. I had both hands pressed hard against my crotch, now at an 18/20 as I felt the first few proper leaks into my panties and through my shorts. I felt the warm, silky liquid against my hands and realized this was not going to happen. I was losing. There was no way I was even making it up two flights of stairs to the bathroom, let alone making it until I could switch my laundry over. You'd think I'd find the situation hot, but, at the time, I was mostly just embarrassed. I started casting around for any solution to my issue, anywhere I could put this bladder full of piss when it inevitably gushed out of me. I considered hopping up onto a step-stool and hanging my ass over the utility sink under the stairs, but the angle of said stairs made that impossible. I still waddled my way over, trying to figure a way to squat over it or something, but no, there was no way. Another squirt of liquid hissed out me, through my saturated panties and wet crotch into my hands. I shook the droplets off as best I could, and wiggled in desperation. Each solution I ran through in my brain got more and more absurd. I saw a drain in the middle of the basement floor, but no, it was blocked, and I had no idea how to unblock it. I saw a bucket in the corner, but when I managed to trudge over to it, my legs held almost stock-still together, I realized there was a huge crack in the center, and I would just be peeing on the floor. Hell, I considered finding a corner behind the clutter, squatting, and relieving myself and hoping that my family either didn't notice or blamed it on the cat, but no, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Another huge, warm gush came uncontrollably out of my pussy, and ran down both my legs. This time I felt a twinge of relief on my aching bladder, and could barely resist the urge to just let go. There was a small puddle on the floor now, and another jet of pee added to it. I groaned, clenched as hard as I could under the pressure of both hands, and tried to make a last-ditch run up the steps. Every step I took on that ancient staircase with uneven spacing, another squirt came out of me. I was leaving pissy, flip-flop footprints on every other step. The squirts had become a solid, thin stream now that I couldn't get under control. I made it around the bend in the stairs, and I was almost to the kitchen when I just couldn't take it any more. My bladder won, and any semblance of control I had vanished. Piss gushed into my panties, through the soaked denim of my shorts, ran down my legs, and dripped down between the slats of the old wooden staircase. A tiny trickle of pee formed between my still-clenched thighs as I dropped my hands, awash in the relief of finally letting go. I swore and groaned in spite of myself, feeling my bladder finally empty. I took a step back, so the trickle of piss now running over my knees would end up between the slats of the stairs. My long-tormented bladder finished emptying just as the buzzer on that old washing machine went off. I slipped off my flip-flops, picked my way back down the stairs in my dripping jean shorts. I threw my shoes in the utility sink to rinse them off, stripped naked below the waist, and used what little fabric on my shorts wasn't saturated with pee to soak up the excess piss off my legs. At least I had another load of laundry to do anyway, so I washed my hands, put the now-clean laundry into the drier, and fished a pair of leggings out of my last load to wear commando. After adding the soaked shorts and underwear to the final load of laundry and starting it, I did what I could to wipe up the puddles with some paper towels, and walked back up stairs. Hopefully you guys enjoyed this! I feel like I might be getting too verbose, but this is how I write stories naturally. Let me know if you have any feedback, and if you have, thanks for reading!

Decided to have a little fun at work after everyone left. Well, there's not really too many to begin with during these times...but anyway...I read some comments from members on this forum saying that having moans and grabs is a big plus for male desperation. I decided to add some and actually had a did some video buildups of my desperation to includes those things, but I accidentally deleted them! But at least I still had the main show to share here. And there's always next time. Enjoy! wj10.mp4

I was going back home and I missed my bus, so I decided to take a walk. It was a desperated walk, because I needed to pee. First I couldn't stop a leak: https://pl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ebb1173ae465 Then I had to wet myself a little bit to get relief: https://pl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ebb139ba9de3 Finally I couldn't stop my pee and I wet my whole jeans, shoes and even the pavement: https://pl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ebb15bf0359a

Some of my favorite photo shoots at HD Wetting are the ones that we get to do out in the forest. For me, there are few times that feel as content and as peaceful as when I'm out in nature. Getting to combine that feeling with omorashi and creative expression through photography and video is something really special. Growing up I didn't have the closest relationship with my parents, and often preferred to spend my summers, when school was out, outdoors; Often exploring the forest around our house. As I got older I went to work at a summer camp/ranch, which I have wrote about here, here, and here. The property there was heavily forested, but there was something magical about the time that I spent there and that ranch feels as much like home to me as any other place I've ever been. Going out into the deep forest to produce content for HD Wetting almost feels like I'm returning home. It often seems that, when doing these shoots, everything just comes together in amazing ways that result in some truly spectacular content. Maybe that is just my perception, and not how everyone else perceives it. Still, some of this outdoor work is, in my opinion, some of our best content. What do you think?

I found a girl who do custom in Twitter. I ask her if she could do a jeans masturbate&wetting video with both pantyhose and panties wear inside and she agreed. And she sent me some pics about other custom videos her made. She is amazing! I hope her video is amazing too! Here’s the pic: And her price is super nice, which is only one US dollar per min plus some tips. Unfortunately she don’t speak English. Still, I will share her contact if the video are amazing after the finish of my custom video.

View File AliceWetting - peeing the same white jeans for a week without washing them. So here it finally is!! My epic, 20 minute long HD compilation of many wettings in the same tight white jeans and white (now yellow) panties, over the whole of this last week in some beautiful places outdoors, in public, indoors and in the car! I've used them as my toilet whenever I've needed to pee this week, indoors and outdoors when weve been out, letting them dry, then putting them on again the next day to rewet them over and over again until they are delightfully pee stained! There are lots of HD scenes filmed indoors, in public walking down the street, in nature on beautiful walks, and even flooding the car seat in my already soaked jeans! This is my most daring, naughty compilation yet! And omg it has been so much fun to do! Wetting myself again and again all day long and keeping them on turned me on so much, it has been one hell of a week so far! I cannot remember the last time something made me so horny, and I ended up masturbating in my wet jeans and panties the car while I was being driven around a few times! A lot of people who followed my posts and updates said they were really excited to see the video, so here I am. In all my wet and rewet glory! Anything I make from this video I will use to buy some new outfits and panties to wet, so thank you so much! Please leave a review or a comment if you like it, and thank you for all the messages. A whole lot of effort went into making this over the last week, and we are not professionals and we are still learning and trying new things haha. Big love from Alice (P.s. inbox me if anyone wants the Jeans or panties from the videos) Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 04/18/2020 Category Female  

I saw a movie tonight and it was 2 hours. During the movie I drank a lot but decided to hold it. When I got home I was bursting and squirming around. Finally I put on my black ripped jeans and let it go. It felt so so good!

In this scene Olivia pees in her jeans while Alisha watches, while watching the popular docu-series Tiger King. If you haven’t heard of Tiger King by now, where have you been? It is the docu-series that has been taking the world by storm, with is unbelievable characters and non-stop twists and turns. Many viewers are binging the entire series in one sitting, unable to take themselves away from their screens. We find Alisha and Olivia in this video, watching Tiger King, completely engrossed in the show. When Olivia needs to pee, she doesn’t want to stop the show or miss anything. So, instead of going to the bathroom, she simply stands up and wets her pants, much to Alisha’s delight. After Olivia is done peeing, they stop the show so that Alisha can help Olivia out of her wet clothing and go down on her. WARNING: The following images contain nudity and lesbian sexual activity-

Hello omo community im back, but not for long, just wanted to post a small story about my first trip To Bangor Maine, had a very close call back when this happened. So lets keep it short and sweet. So I was in Grade 11, I was 16 and Me, my step mom, my dad, sister and my brother were all going shopping over at Maine.. yay. I hate shopping so the whole trip was a drag but what was a little fun was my ever growing need to release my bladder into my jeans, I was just wearing a super simple pair of blue jeans, nothing special, and I remember wearing a dark red pair of fruit of the loom boxers (strange how I remember this) During the trip I got thristy and for some reason my dumbass bought two large bottles of water, I drank them both fairly quickly because in Bangor that summer it was HOT. And shortly after I needed to go.. My bladder is pretty strong, but when i leak, I leak badly and this was definitely a bad showing of my bladded and its strength, the longest I ever held before was 9 hours (still stands true to this day and I keep trying but I can never beat it) and I felt my bladder kicking at my stomach for me to pee. I denied my bladders requests only because there simply was no bathroom nearby, like for any of you guys who live or have been to Maine there is just alot of forests. So as the drive continued I felt my boxers getting damper and damper, I crossed my legs and the leaks jept coming rapidly, I remember a spot about the size of about 3 marbles clumped together inbetween my legs because I forced my penis down so the wet spot wouldn't show where the front of my jeans were. And soon a rest stop came up and I pleaded for my dad to stop and he did, I hopped out of the car and made a mad dash for the bathroom, almost hitting a game warden on the way in, and I saw the mens bathroom sign and I pissed out what felt the Niagara falls, the pure force of my piss hitting the water in the toilet (there wasn't a urinal) was so loud, i looked at my boxers and they were pretty damp, I panted and gasped standing there holding myself, then once I was done, I looked in the mirror and made a super shocked expression to myself, washed my hands and that was the trip! Lame.. yet I had a super close call. That was it, sorry if this story was a bit more boring, i didn't actually explode into my boxers, but I enjoyed the experience, I'll probably be gone again for another while but I'll check back here to see if there are any replies or messages, thanks guys! Stay corona free ❤ wash your hands.

View File SpicyIren wetting videos Here are some SpicyIren videos i came across the other day. If you are a fan of massive gushing through pants with loud hissing the first file is for you. The other 2 videos are good as well Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/11/2020 Category Female  

View File Desperately Wetting My Jeans While Doing Dishes The pressure continued to build and build, forcing me to wiggle and squirm in an effort to keep myself from peeing. I was dancing around so much but I still refused to go to the bathroom. Despite being about to burst at this point I was determined to hold it until I was finished. I finally finished the last dish and just as I turned off the water I totally lost control of my bladder. Pee started flooding my light-wash blue jeans, darkening the fabric and making it glisten. I still can’t believe I actually had an accident, I’ve never wet my jeans before! Submitter melikai Submitted 05/10/2020 Category Female