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peeing myself in a g-string & jeans then a diaper

A/N: As many of you may recall, I was a big fan of a story on this site called "Told To." It was a well-written story about a girl who was told that it was ok to have accidents. The story eventually took some turns and twists that kept it fresh, however, I couldn't get the original concept out of my head. I wanted to try my own hand at a similar idea, without taking the same directions that the now lost user "Peehour" did. I asked via DM if this was ok with them, but they removed their account before I received a response. Because the concept here is similar, let me know if you feel ok with me posting this and continuing it. My other work will return shortly as well. The Fish out of Water Camping. Camping wasn’t the first thing that crossed Bailey’s mind when she asked to tag along on the family trip this year. Then again, what did she expect? She asked herself this rhetorical question as she watched the hills roll by her mother’s SUV. Her face was warm from resting her hand on her cheek, and the summer sun beat through the windows. Turning away from the window, she looked at her sister beside her. She was crinkling the aluminum can of an energy drink as she finished her second can. “What?” “Nothing.” Bailey smiled, envious of her sister’s straight hair “She’s probably making fun of your nose ring.” “Mom! I’m eighteen now. Besides…” There was a pause, a quieting of tone “You said I could get it.” Bailey kept her smile, now at her sisters embarrassment “No, I’m just kind of jealous of your hair.” “Cuz mine’s straight?” “No, your bangs. I like the blonde highlights.” Bailey’s sister smiled brightly “Aw, thanks B!” “At least you two are playing nice.” “I’m over that high school shit!” Their mother gasped “Rebecca!” Bailey jumped in “I’m over that high school shit too!” The two black-haired sisters looked at each other and giggled. Their mother shook her head, her smile giving away her good mood. “So. How does it feel to graduate finally Becca?” Bailey asked Rebecca shrugged “Dunno. Happy its over I guess. How’d you feel?” Bailey shrugged back, joking with her sister as she said “Dunno. Happy it was over I guess.” She followed it up with a laugh “It was like four years ago, how should I remember?” “’Like’ four years ago? It was four years ago stupid!” “Rebecca, don’t talk to your sister that way!” “It’s fine mom! We can’t all graduate with a 2.6 GPA.” Bailey smiled devilishly at her sister Rebecca folded her arms “Well, I would have done better if you’d been there to help me sis!” Bailey backed off, sensing her sister was offended. She offered a response “Doesn’t matter anymore. You made it!” Bailey praised her sister, who gave a slight smirk. As the conversation lulled, Bailey leaned back towards the window, watching the picturesque pastoral imagery fly by. She put her earbuds back in, resuming her music. If it was going to be a long ride, she’d at least enjoy it. And she even had her favorite tea to keep her company. ################## A poke against Bailey’s arm startled her out of her trance. It was her sister, who seemed to be rather aimless in her bothering of Bailey. “What?” Bailey pulled her arm away “I’m bored. And I have to pee. What are you drinking?” “Iced tea.” Smiling, and expecting her sister to say no, Bailey offered “You want some?” She smiled a mischievous smile as she rattled the ice in the silver thermos. “Sure!” Rebecca snatched the thermos from her sisters hand and took a long gulp from the metal straw “Becca!” Bailey snatched her thermos back “I thought you said you had to pee?” “I do.” Rebecca smacked her lips “Good stuff.” “And you had the energy drinks?” Bailey was surprised “Yup!” Rebecca nodded seemingly unfazed Feeling her own slight need even as she had plenty of tea left, Bailey was confused at her sisters callousness. Their conversation hadn’t been all that quiet, and their mother chimed in from the driver’s seat. “Do you girls need to pee?” Bailey was taken aback at the directness of their mother’s question. Even more surprising however, was her sisters response “Yeah, I had those two energy drinks…and I’ve been waiting awhile now.” “Ugh. Tell me about it. I had that iced coffee, and a water. I’ve been waiting a long time too, girls.” Bailey was shocked at how open the two were. She tried to brush it off as just the fact that her Mother and Sister had probably gotten close while she was away at school. The conversation returned to some normalcy as the sisters mother asked Rebecca to look up the closest rest area. “Aren’t we about to go up that mountain?” The large land mass loomed in the distance, towering over the winding road. “Yeah, why?” Their mother asked “Might not be any area’s to stop.” “We’ll be ok.” “Oh. Never mind.” Rebecca almost sounded disappointed. “There’s one at the bottom of the mountain, phone says just 12 miles from here.” “Ok then. We’ll wait.” Bailey thought that was the end of it until their mother picked up her used plastic cup. The one that once housed her iced coffee. “Unless you two want or need to share this?” Bailey’s eyebrows furrowed, partly in surprise, partly in revolution. She looked to her sister for confirmation, to ensure she was right in her reaction. She wasn’t expecting her sister to mouth a question Do you want to? No! Bailey mouthed back, shocked. “Bailey wants to wait.” Rebecca announced “That’s fine. But we’re in the car, we’ll wait until we get to the rest area, alright Rebecca?” Bailey’s sister sighed. “Fine.” Bailey sat in silence for a moment. She twisted her curly black hair. She rubbed her eyes. Maybe she was dreaming. The kind of dream she sometimes mistook for reality. But when she focused again, she saw her sister, her hands now brazenly over the crotch of her jeans, staring out the window. What an odd conversation She had no idea what was about to be in store. ##################### The conversation played again and again in Bailey’s mind as the SUV smoothly drove along the two-lane road. The pretty meadows and large trees no longer lulled her into a sense of tranquility. Instead, the entire dynamic between her Sister and her Mother intrigued her. Why were they so brazenly talking about their needs? Why were they completely unfazed at the prospect of whether or not they’d find a restroom? Of the handful of times Bailey had been desperate for a toilet in her life, she’d never been so unafraid. She’d certainly never talk like that to her Mother. Maybe they have just grown close. Maybe I’m the odd one. Bailey shook her head. No. No, that was different. Bailey picked at some lint on her maroon leggings. She looked over to her sister, who had one leg bouncing at this point, her hands still resting on her crotch. “Becca, it’s the middle of summer. Why are you in jeans?” “Why are you in leggings?” “Because the A.C makes my legs cold in here.” Rebecca gave her a look. A look that gave the same reasoning. She added “Plus they look…” She stopped herself Bailey was confused “They look what?” “Hmm…Oh…nothing.” Bailey recoiled back into her seat as her sister looked out of the window. What is going on here? It wasn’t too much longer before the family spotted a big blue road-sign. Public Rest Area. Next stop 47 miles. Without so much as a word, the SUV turned onto the gravel side stop. A few other cars, most with bike racks or other camping equipment attached, littered the parking lot. Few people were actually there, and those that were, were spread thin. “Bailey?” Her Mom didn’t wait for a response “Honey, can you check the bathrooms here? Make sure they’re clean? I want to talk about something with your sister.” “Yeah, sure…” As Bailey opened the door and began to climb out of the car, she thought of the question she was just asked “I’m still not going to pee in a cup if they’re that bad though.” Her Mother turned, and as she responded, Bailey observed her placing the heel of her hand into the crotch of her olive green khaki shorts. “Bailey, sweetie, you’re not the only one who could really use a break right now. And I’d rather not pee in a disgusting bathroom if I don’t have to. And neither does your sister.” Shrugging the request off, Bailey shut the door to let the two of them talk and made her way to the public bathrooms. The long grass that surrounded the narrow main road was peaceful. Dotted with different flowers, and when a car wasn’t passing by, the sounds of insects and birds rang like a melody through the rest area. This peaceable moment was quickly dashed when Bailey approached the small wooden bathroom. The smell of stale piss that had been cooked in the summer sun mixed with the odor of countless other hikers and campers alike blitzed through Bailey’s nose and invaded her senses. Gagging, she turned away from the small structure. Coughing and gasping for air, she turned back towards the SUV. From her view, Bailey could see her Mother and sister talking about something. What it was, she couldn’t make out. The two women looked so dissimilar, it was hard to tell that they were mother and daughter. The shortest of the family, Rebecca was also the thinnest. Her blue tank top blended well with her light, acid washed jeans. She had certainly grown in the time Bailey had seen her. Despite this, it their mother was who Bailey had noticed the most change in. While her hips were wider than her daughters from baring the two of them, she had dropped much of the weight that she used to carry. The stress of being a mother had kept her overweight, but now, finally, she had turned herself into a much healthier woman. Her white t-shirt was tucked into her lose fitting shorts. With a round face and shoulder length hair, she had the appearance of a woman who was in control. She was the first to break her conversation with Rebecca and ask Bailey about the situation. “How are they?” “Awful. They smell really bad.” “Ew! Gross!” Rebecca chimed in. “I’m just gonna pee in my jeans.” The crassness and social moray of her sisters statement forced a chuckle and snort out of Bailey. Her sister didn’t always joke around like this. Or at least, Bailey thought it was a joke until her mother responded “Yeah I agree. You need cover sweetie, or are you just going to go now?” “I think I’d like some cover.” “Aright. Bailey, can you get a towel out of the trunk and give your sister some cover? She can’t hold it anymore.” Bailey’s jaw dropped. Her mother folded her arms just underneath her larger breasts and stared at the ground, seemingly in thought. Concentrating. “I’m doing it on purpose Mom! I could hold it, I just…” “I’m going on purpose too Rebecca.” Their mom interrupted “It’s ok to admit that you can’t hold it either.” Bailey felt as if she had fallen into another world. Maybe this was some sort of elaborate prank. Maybe they were just joking with her. A prank to see if she’d do it too. She looked her mother in the eye, wondering if she was going to laugh. To tell her that she was still so gullible. Instead, Bailey couldn’t believe her eyes. Her voice barely audible, a high pitched whisper. “Mom!” She gasped “you’re peeing!” A visual confirmation of Bailey’s observation began to appear on her mother’s loose shorts. The olive color darkening to a nearly black shade. Her mother replied “I told you.” She held up her fingers; listing “I had the iced coffee, and the water. I really had to go.” Baileys jaw dropped as the same dark stain that had begun to draw itself on the crotch of her mother’s shorts expanded towards her thigh in a quickly widening stain. Darting down one leg, the quickly expanding stain overran the cuff of her shorts and they began to drip. Baileys mother spoke again as clear urine began to fall freely from her now glistening shorts. “Bailey, dear. Please help your sister, and stop staring at me.” Her voice was calm and soothing. As if puppeted by an unseen force, Bailey complied, the shock of seeing her mother so brazenly wet her pants still searing into her mind. The trunk was open. All she did was turn around and grab a multicolored beach towel. But the sound of multiple streams and drips of clear pee splattering and spraying out of her mother’s shorts was still audible. The gravel and rock under her was changing color as it accepted her accident. A circle developed as random rivulets and arcs of hot pee splattered and smacked the ground. Slower moving beads of piss followed the impressive force, sliding down her mother’s larger, light-skinned thighs. “Uh, sis? A little help?” Rebecca motioned for the towel, her jean-clad legs now crossed over each other. Bailey tried to get the reality of the situation out of her mind. In a daze she wondered over to her sister, trying to block out the fact that she could hear her mother enjoying the scenery. And pissing her pants. As soon as Bailey opened the towel to block the view of her sister from the main road, her sibling widened her stance, her legs now spread. She bent forward slightly and put her hands on her knees. Looking up at her sister, Rebecca’s mouth opened in relief as her jeans began to sport a small spot. It was dark. A magnificent contrast to her light jeans. She closed her eyes as a loud hiss began to emanate from her. Rebecca’s stain took a much different form from her mothers. Instead of initially pooling at the crotch, then splattering through the heavy fabric, her forceful, hissing accident spread quickly down her stretched legs. Gravity had a better hold on her streaming pee and it pulled her hot urine quickly down the backs of her legs. Closing her eyes, she exhaled in relief and pleasure. Her eyes still closed, with piss running down her legs and now pooling on the ground and in her sneakers, she asked “Hey B, you haven’t gone this whole time. You must need to go too.” “I-I…I’m fine.” “No you’re not!” Rebecca opened her eyes, still peeing and gave a smile as she looked at her sister. “I can tell when you’re lying!” Rebecca was right, Bailey did need to go. But it wasn’t urgent, and certainly not enough to follow her sister or her Mother’s lead. She heard squishing footsteps behind her, her Mother was walking towards them. Turning her head, Bailey noticed her Mother. Her legs glistened, with rogue drips of piss falling of her legs as she moved. Her shorts now sported a full and very obvious pee stain. The inseam of both her thighs, plus the crotch, almost up to her shirt, was circled by a wide dark patch. She commented on Rebecca’s decision first “Wow! Honey, I didn’t know you were waiting that long! Look at that puddle.” Rebecca pointed, taking her hand off her knees. “Well look at yours! How long were you holding it?” “Too long. Bailey?” She turned to her other daughter “Are you going to have an accident too?” Bailey shook her head. “N….no.” Rebecca shook the last drops of pee off her jeans “It feels good sis! It’s not gross or anything.” “I-I couldn’t…” “Sure you could! I show you-“ “Rebecca.” Their Mother spoke sternly. “She said she doesn’t need to have one, she doesn’t have to. But just so she knows, I’m not stopping the car again until we get there.” Rebecca shrugged and grabbed the towel from Bailey, who provided no resistance. As she waked back towards the car, her shoes squished and squeaked. “And you even get these cool sound effe-“ “Rebecca, she said no.” Their mother was getting another towel out of the back of the SUV. Rebecca climbed back into the car, this time, with a towel. Bailey, still not believing what had happened, turned towards the SUV. She got a good look at her mother’s shorts from the back. Stained from the center of her shorts, up and around her butt, and down the backs of both legs, her act was not desecrate. She closed the trunk “C’mon. We can get there before sundown if we hurry.” Bailey stood still for a moment. She looked to the puddle her sister left. Then to her mothers. She thought of her own bladder as her need became more apparent. Just what had she missed while she was away?

Its a long post, I know, but it’s worth the read, I promise. One of my wife’s new years resolutions has been to lose a little weight, and slowly but surely, it’s been successful. She is down a pant size or two, so her old pants are falling off her a bit. Shes been wearing a belt more often because of this and has had to buckle it tighter. Keep that in mind, that came back to bite her in the ass later. As a celebration we went to dinner and a movie and just got whatever we wanted, basically a cheat day. She had a margarita at dinner, but she used that bathroom before hand so I didn’t think it would be an issue, or so I thought. We got popcorn and soda at the theater too. About a third of the way into the movie, I noticed her moving oddly. The kind of movement where you really have to pee and you’re trying to hide it. I didn’t bring it up and tried to concentrate on the movie, but since that moment, I kept looking over at her every few seconds out of curiosity. Near the end of the movie, she had both her hands in her crotch and was leaning forward on edge of her seat while crossing her legs. “I told you you shouldn’t have gotten soda.” I whispered. “I know! I just haven’t had soda in a while, so I wanted to reward myself.” “By peeing your pants in public?” “Shut up, I’m not gonna pee my pants, I can hold it!” This went on for like a minute longer before we finally shut up and focused on the movie. She kept leaning forward 90% of the time. It seemed as if every time she tried to lean back, the pressure on her bladder would be too great and she would need to lean back forward. She tried to loosen her belt whenever she leaned back, but since she could only do it for a few seconds, that wasnt enough time for her to try to loosen her tight belt. Her bladder was definitely bulging at this point. When the movie finished, she immediately bolted towards the exit and made a beeline to the bathroom. The line for the ladies was out the door, but for a movie theater after a movie just ended, that is pretty standard. The line was actually one of the shorter post-movie lines I’ve seen, but still longer than a typical mens room line post-movie. Anyway, I saw her furiously potty dancing, which turned me on so much, I was worried my boner was going to show. She went into the ladies and I lost sight of her. Maybe 15 minutes later, she came out, hoodie tied around her waist, face extremely red. We all know what that means. She quickly walked towards the exit and waved me over, but I stood there instead. She turned around after a couple seconds when she realized I wasn’t following and waved me over in an urgent way. She was so embarrassed by whatever had happened that she was itching to get out asap. She was blushing super hard on the car ride home, insisting that she didn’t want to talk about it, but she told me what happened when we got home. When we got home, she finally took off her hoodie and revealed her soaked jeans. I wasn’t surprised at all, but seeing it in all its glory really excited me. Then, she finally explained the whole story. She first tried to pee back at the restaurant, but the place we went to was small, so there was really only two stalls and a sink. She waited for a couple minutes but got impatient and left because she didn’t want us to be late to the movie. Her need to pee wasn’t really there all that much when we arrived at the theater, so she’s got her drinks and sat, but during the movie, the urge came on, and got worse and worse as the movie went on. Then events transpired as I stated. When she got into the ladies room. She kept on furiously potty dancing and got sone weird looks. She was spurting well before reaching the toilet. By the time she was next in line, she had a very noticeable and decently sized wet spot showing on the back and front of her jeans, basically broadcasting to everyone in the ladies room that she was peeing her pants. She lost control just as she got into the stall and locked the door. She managed to stop the flow momentarily to try and unbuckle her belt, but since she was leaning forward and the belt was really tight, she couldn’t get it undone in time. She tried to lean back, and that’s when her muscles finally gave out. She struggled for a few seconds before giving up and sitting on the toilet, peeing straight through her jeans. When she finished, she finally got her pants down and inspected the damage, cleaned up the best she could, wrapped the hoodie around her waist, washed her hands and left. Obviously having any accident is pretty mortifying, but like all accidents my wife has had, she was in good spirits after getting over the initial shock. I teased her relentlessly for it, as per usual. Since we got home late and everyone was asleep, we both drank a couple beers and I got to see her desperate again. I got to see her struggle to undo her belt again, but this time she made it and breathed a huge sigh of relief. After that, we did, uh, “cardio,” showered, and went to sleep. The next morning, she woke up desperate from her weakened bladder from the night before, so I got to tease her again before I let her pee.

View File DESPAIR ON THE STAIR LEVIS JEANS I was sitting on the stairs reading a book when suddenly I had a desperate urge to pee, so watch me hold myself downstairs and sit on the sofa, I can't stop reading and the despair continues, then I go back to the stairs to go up to look for a bathroom but oh no, I end up wetting my levi's jeans, now look how my whole ass got soaked with jeans. This seems very exciting to me so now I'm going to masturbate with my wet jeans, I want you to look at me, I want you to feel its wetness, do you like to feel my jeans ass on your face? If you like wet jeans videos I'll be very happy to make them for you, send me a message. Submitter melikai Submitted 03/26/2023 Category Female  

Part One Rosie sprung out of bed one morning with an uncharacteristic eagerness. She pulled off her night shirt, clasped on a padded bra and pulled a tank top on. She got her tightest pair of faded jeans, the ones that showed off her butt the best. She had to hop around to get them over her butt, bending forward to force to clasp closed around her belly. It hugged her tightly, far too tight for comfort, but today she was dressing for looks. She went into the bathroom, where her roommate Faye was doing her makeup. “Oh, nice outfit!” she complimented. Rosie smiled at her. “I have a date,” she said, undoing her pants, pulling them to her knees and sitting down on the toilet. “Oh? Someone I know?” “I don’t think so, I met him at the gym,” she said, her morning pee splattering loudly into the bowl. Faye gave her a weird look. “You talk to guys at the gym?” She shrugged. “He seemed really nice. Showed me something I was doing wrong, and we kinda hit it off!” She wiped and did a couple little hops to get her jeans back up. “Phew!” she muttered when she clasped them. She moved next to Faye in the mirror and mercilessly tamed her curly blond hair. She put on a bit more makeup than usual, then sat down in the living room. She unbuttoned her pants so she could relax. Several hours went by, the time of the date rapidly approaching. “You want some coffee?” Faye called from the kitchen. “I don’t know if I should drink something that’ll make me more nervous,” she laughed, tapping her feet. “Aw, come on! I’m trying a new mix. Just have some water with it. It’ll dilute in your belly.” “Hm. Alright,” she turned around and sat on her knees, facing her friend. “What kind of mix?” “The one… Uhh, this one,” she held up the bag. “I’ll bring it to you.” A couple minutes later, Rosie had a tall, hot coffee in one hand, and a water bottle in the other. “It’s really good,” she said, finishing it pretty quickly. It was only a matter of time before the water bottle was gone, too. About an hour went by before it was time to leave. “Okay,” she said, finally clasping her constrictive jeans, “wish me luck. I’m about to go meet him for drinks.” “Keep me updated!” Faye called as her friend left the apartment. It was only a few block’s walk to the restaurant, dimly lit by the setting sun. On the way there, she felt a slight urge to urinate. Most likely the coffee, but it could also be her nerves. She showed her ID and was seated at a tall table in a dimly lit lounge, handed a menu of cocktails, and was told there’d be live music shortly. After about ten minutes of waiting, sipping a glass of ice water, she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Drew!” she greeted. “Rose!” He hugged her. He smelled like aftershave and weed. “How’re you doing? Was the drive alright?” “I actually just walked! I live right up the road, basically.” He sat down and looked around. “So you come here a lot?” “Sometimes. I like the jazz bands. Super chill.” “Super chill indeed. What’re you drinking?” “I was thinking on this,” she pointed to a drink on the menu, “but it’s a lot to drink. Plus, I thought the alcohol content might be a little high…” Drew waved his hand dismissively. “I can drive you home if you need me to. Get whatever you want!” She shrugged. “Alright.” The date went pretty well. They found a shared interest in exotic pets. Rosie ended up having two of those drinks and then some. Then, something on the wall caught her eye. She gasped. “The fireworks show was tonight!? We should have totally went to see that instead!” Drew turned to look. Then he checked his phone. “It’s not too late! Not if we left right now! What do you think?” She turned her eyes to the many empty glasses on her table. “You okay to drive?” “Absolutely! Come on, let’s go!” He tossed down a bunch of cash haphazardly, then grabbed her hand and led her out. It made her heart skip a beat. Something about his devil-may-care demeanor was really drawing her closer, but she really would have liked to hit the ladies room before they left. That slight urge to pee had grown to a definite need, an uncomfortable sensation made worse by her constrictive pants. She figured she could wait until they got there. He had a nice car. It had that new car smell. Although they conversed the whole way there, the many drinks she had made her need to pee rapidly increase. She crossed her legs tightly, tapping her feet and jiggling. “So, have you ever had an exotic pet?” she asked. “No, I just like the idea of it. My cousin had a monkey. Dedicated an entire room for him. The problem is, a lot of those animals need things we can’t give them. It’s kind of inhumane to keep them as pets.” “Yeah, I hear you,” she crossed her legs the other way, pulling her waistband away from her swelling bladder. “How far are we from the pier?” “‘Bout fifteen minutes. The light show starts at seven.” It was 6:30. “We’re barely gonna make it. We gotta walk all the way there…” “We’ll make it,” he reassured. “You wanna listen to some music?” He put the radio on, causing Rosie to retreat inside her head a bit. It definitely wasn’t an emergency, but she had to pee pretty badly. By the time they got there, she was fidgeting around in her seat, rubbing her thighs together when they weren’t crossed. Pulling into a parking spot, she was really antsy. Plus, her pants fit so tightly around her waist that she could tell it was going to leave reddish marks on her skin. It squished her belly, and subsequently her full bladder, intensifying her urge to pee. “Come on, let’s hurry!” Drew said, shutting the car off. “My thoughts exactly,” she gave herself a discreet squeeze as she got out, ready to rush to the potty the moment she could. They walked briskly down to the pier, a pretty romantic moonlit walk, albeit somewhat rushed. As soon as they got there, the first firework went off. “Whoa,” she said as it exploded mid-air. It wasn’t enough to distract her from how badly she had to urinate. She shifted her weight side to side, kicking her feet behind her. Suddenly, Drew pulled her close and she had to stifle her squirming. It wasn’t easy to do. Her urge was growing by the minute.

Earlier this week i met up with a good friend from here and we decided to have.. some fun! It started out finding a public park in between both of us, He lives near London and I live in Nottingham. We agreed on a spot in Northampton and i fount a great public park! I was getting excited just from the thought! We met later that night, and arrived at the park. It was dark then, around 7-8pm. The park had little lighting but enough on the paths that we could have been spotted. I wore blue jeans and he wore black jeans. We had a good walk around the park talking when i thought it was time to get to business! I went under a street light in the park, and decided to let a little out. I was pretty desperate at this point as i had been driving for an hour and a half or so. I let loose and you could see immediately the wetness starting to show on my blue jeans. It felt amazing! It was then his turn which he also made a nice wet patch on his black jeans. After we walked for a bit more,when i became a little more daring. I decided to do a hugee leak walking down the main street with lots of lighting! (For some reason when i'm with someone whos also doing a wetting or is into it, I get more daring lol) I started walking and opened the flood gates, it came pouring out and my jeans turned dark almost instantly. It was very noticeable. A few cars drove by before i darted back into the park. The thrill was AMAZING. I felt a little bit more left in the tank and at this point i was really turned on and hard. I'm a straight male but get turned on by anything wetting, the member who i was with is gay. I know he would of liked to have seen the bulge so i showed him and i think its safe to say he liked it lol. I let out my last little bit in my jeans and showed him my boxers after. I was wearing grey boxers and they was drenched. After we had both finished, we walked around for a little while before we set off back home! It was such a good experience and something i'd love to do more with others! Hope you guys enjoyed my little story, i didnt manage to get any pics but if it happens again i will definitely take some! 😉

View File Crossdress jeans wetting and rewettings Wetting with some rewettings in tight jeans and some different socks :> Submitter SpineApple Submitted 03/11/2023 Category Male  

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View File She waited too long to pee and totally soaked her jeans Desperately wetting her jeans. ALL CREDITS GO TO: https://www.pornhub.com/model/msbottomhalf Submitter WettingMaster Submitted 03/04/2023 Category Female