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Ok guys, some really weird and also kinda hot story happened last weekend. Basically every year I go on a weekend city trip with my younger (step-)brother and my 45-year-old (step-)mum. We had an Airbnb for us three (one room for my stepmum, one for my brother and me). Luckily, my stepbrother has a good friend in this city who showed us around a lot and so we got to see all the places there. Now, to cut the story short. On the second evening, we went to a quiet spot at the city beach after having dinner/drinking at a bar. I was were there with my brother, his friend, my stepmum and a gentleman that we had met at the bar who seemed to be interested in my stepmum who is currently single. We all sat on a blanket that my brother's friend had brought, looked at the waves in the moonlight and drank some beer and water. There were hardly any other people and no shops/bars/restaurants. Somehow my stepmum was too shy to really admit that she badly needed to go to the bathroom (and I think overestimated her holding capacity) combined with some laughing which led to the fact that she piddled quite some beer infused urine in her pants and had to hide her mishap afterwards. I don't have time right now, but I will tell the story in more detail if you guys are interested.

Hi wet friends! after a period of silence here we are to tell a little 'accidents, adventures and experiments made by me and my girlfriend during a week's vacation at sea. Already during the outward journey (more than 5 hours by bus!) we had to pee and neither of us wanted to use the horrible bathroom of the bus, sometimes we both checked the situation by touching each other's crotch or discreetly putting a hand in each other's pants. Halfway through the trip Miriam's panties were no longer so dry, she wasn't wearing any protection and they were pleasantly scented with pee, while as for me I got a little wet in the effort to pull my backpack down from the bus hat rack. When we got home with our panties quite wet we were so tired and after smelling (and tasting) each other's briefs we took a shower together peeing on each other before turning on the water. As soon as we started unpacking I discovered that Miriam had given me a surprise: while I was helping her unpack I noticed something soft and bulky and after opening the compartment I discovered it was a pack of diapers! Neither of us had ever really tried a diaper, we had always used tampons, panty liners or just toilet paper in our "creative pee-pee"; seeing that package excited me so much and Miriam smiled at me. we were both tired and decided to use them the next day. The next day, while we were in the bathroom (when we can we always go to the bathroom together, neither of us is ashamed of anything anymore) and we were getting ready to go to the beach, after Miriam had peed in the toilet, I sat down and peed, while I was getting up I hit my head on a piece of furniture and Miriam burst out laughing and immediately put her hand between her legs and said: "I peed myself laughing even though my bladder was theoretically empty", of course I immediately went to check and the costume in that area was quite wet, after tasting her pee I hugged my sweet Miriam laughing. Later, while we were walking to the sea I decided to pee my pants a little at a time and I arrived at the beach with my costume pretty wet hahahah and of course Miriam was happy to find out what I had done! The next day, after we had breakfast and after we put on our swimsuits for the beach Miriam looks at me and says "I have to pee, but I want to do it in the backyard"; at that point we went outside, Miriam went to a corner of the yard where there was a small drain, she squatted down, moved her bathing suit uncovering her hairy pussy and started to pee, once she was done she dried herself with a handkerchief and stood up again (her pussy smelled really good) and I was so excited! (find the video at the bottom) The same evening we decided to finally try the diapers, we put them on and miriam super cute with her soft diaper on, she looked at me and said "can I pee?", I agreed and she squatted down starting to fill her diaper with warm pee, when she was done I touched her crotch and it was warm, the diaper had become heavy, I was amazed to stick my hand in the diaper and find it practically dry, I think that's an indication of quality! Now it was my turn: I put on a diaper but I couldn't pee since the friend between my legs was hard, I tried to concentrate and I bent down almost to squat and finally managed to make a splash of pee but it dripped partially down my leg since the diaper wasn't tight because of the erection. So I ran into the shower and with a little concentration I was able to fill my diaper with pee (I peed more than Miriam), then we swapped diapers and enjoyed each other's pee. Over the next few days we enjoyed more pissing and wetting experiences , it was just a happy wet vacation 😄 We hope you enjoyed our wet adventures and we hope you enjoy the video! We are not yet equipped to make custom videos but in the future we think we will make some so feel free to write here or in private for any requests and advice Bye from Andrea and Miriam outside-pee .mp4

View File Wets jeans while laughing Not particularly well acted but wet either way Submitter mrbobert Submitted 12/22/2021 Category Female  

This one goes back to kindergarten, with me being about 4 or 5 years old. It was a particularly long winter that year, and a really cold one - so we usually had to put on a lot of clothes before going out. One of my everyday wear was a very thick, windproof, and waterproof overall, worn over my normal pair of pants with two straps going over my shoulders. One monday afternoon, after a very snowy weekend, we had to go through the back staircase to get out to the playing ground. The main one was too snowed in to use. So a few friends and I decided to dig it out during the afternoon playtime. It was an enormous work for a bunch of small kids without any tools, but we were very determined. We had a bunch of twigs, sandbox toys like small shovels, and all the time in the world. Problem was that I haven’t gone to the toilet before going out for playtime. I was late for some reason (probably drank another glass of water or something) and was in a hurry. And three hours is a very long time for a well hydrated child. I could feel the pressure down there well before we were even started to make any progress with the snowplowing, but I ignored it and continued. I was very much lost in the activity: we were happily chatting, helping each other out. And I wasn’t really desperate. At first. But as the pressure were growing, it captured more and more of my attention. I was weighting my options. Number one was to hold it. I was expected to, since that’s what big kids supposed to do, right? The alternative is that I go inside, then I have to get all my clothes off, pee, and suit back up to come out - only to go inside soon after, since playtime will be over anyway. Seemed like an awful lot of extra work for not much gain. And I wanted to continue. “Oh, come on! I’ve got this. I could pee after we all went in.“ - I thought. So I held it, fighting the ever growing discomfort. A few minutes later some girl said something - I don’t remember what, but it was very-very funny for my little brain. As soon as I started to laugh I could feel the pee coming out. I could hardly stay upright standing. The flow pulsated, followed the pattern of my laughter - only trickling out a bit when I gasped for air, then suddenly gushing out at full force when I was shaking with laughter again. I was a little bit surprised when it started, but quickly panicked, since I simply couldn’t stop laughing - and with it, of course, peeing myself. But then, after what seemed like a whole minute for me (but was probably just a few seconds) I’ve managed to stop both. I stood up straight, and I could feel the wetspot between my legs and a little under my butt. I covertly looked around if anyone noticed anything. They haven’t looked like it. Glanced on my overall between the legs - nothing. “Oh, thank god!“ - I had a few accidents before… well, actually, compared to the other kids, I had a lot of accidents. But mostly during the first year of kindergarten only! Then it was a lot fewer in the second year! Um… yeah, and that one time, too… during the afternoon nap, a few months ago. Okay, truth be told, I was still a somewhat potty trained baby. And I was mocked a bit because of it, by the other children and the caretakers alike. “You are such a baby!” - “Do you want to wear diapers again?!” - “They won’t accept you to preschool like that!” So I was absolutely mortified by the idea of wetting myself. Again. Just thinking about it made me blush all the way to the top of my head, and also filled my stomach with this weird feeling. So I decided to go with plan B: I dropped whatever was in my hand and went in the building. Once inside I got off my gloves, my hat, the scarf, and the coat even before getting to the toilets. “I’m so close now, just a few more steps and I can let it out.” - I tried to calm myself. The funny thing was that before I had this little accident I did not need to pee that much. But since then I was super desperate. And the closer I got to the toilets, the more I needed to go. “How could I even hold it for this long?!“ - I fumed. - “I’m such a moron, I should’ve came in sooner!“ - As I ran into the closest little stall I got my pullover off too, ready to get to my overall… Except that it was a somewhat older, handed down piece of clothing. It wasn’t that easy. The clasps didn’t work, so I had to tie them to the front part. And the knots tightened up during playtime! And I also crossed them, because it was a little big for me, and this way it was pulled up more and was more comfortable to play in. But I couldn’t just pull the straps to the sides because of it! This shouldn’t be a big deal normally, since several adults were there with us usually. They could help. But right then, I was alone in the building, and those straps turned out to be 100% childproof. At that point I couldn’t just ran off for an adult to help. It would take too much time, and also, I was too desperate to even move by then. I could barely stand to be honest; I had to push my legs together, because otherwise I felt that I’d burst immediately. Tried to untie them for about an additional minute or two (what seemed like an hour) while doing potty dances, and with tears starting to stream down my face. “Why didn’t I come in sooner?!” - I could only blame myself for this. - “Will they put me back into diapers, really?” - The more I thought about this the more I cried. I was still fighting the straps when I started to leak. It wasn’t like with the laughter before: it was an even and fast flow from the very beginning. I was full on bawling at this point, with some pathetic whimpering noises added in. At this point with both straps still on and already peeing myself, I just gave up. There was no point. To stop my legs shaking I knelt down, then sit down on the floor between my boots. I just let it out, as my crying waned. The warmth quickly spread all around my butt, then a little bit slower under my thighs, and it crept somewhat upwards, too, both to my stomach and my back. I’m not sure what was more embarrassing: the fact that I wet myself? That everyone will know? Or that I kind of liked it? It was such a nice warm feeling. I even got these little shivers, when I was nearly finished. I was so much overcame with relief, that for one minute I was just sitting there, squirming a little and feeling comfy with all the warmth around me - but mostly being glad that I don’t have to pee anymore. I stopped crying, and let out a huge sigh. For that brief moment I couldn’t care less that sooner or later some adult will discover my accident. I looked around, since I expected a puddle to form around me (I was experienced in this). But that overall was so thick and so waterproof, that it just got a little heavy to wear. Not a drop leaked out, and no outside sign of trouble. As I stood up with still somewhat shaky legs and slowly walked outside to help with the de-icing job, I was sure that they will change my makeshift diaper into a real one this time.

It has been awhile since I've written anything fetish related. It may not seem like it, because Once in a Blue Moon was posted just the other day, but that was actually written months ago! Well, without further ado, and starring the same character from a different story I wrote a WHILE back, and based on a real girl: The Many Stories of Samantha. There really is something to be said about a shy girl. The delicate stereotype seems to leave them vulnerable and mysterious. It creates a homely sense of taboo. They are a safe venture into the unknown: reserved, cautious, and most importantly at one's whim. Although, there is also a bit to be said about the outgoing females, or as I call them: "women." The typically exhibited independence and strength - no matter how meager - can often prove reassuring to the defensive male. But in all my generalization, there is one type of girl that I find even more enticing. There is a rare hybrid of people; they're both shy and outgoing, exhibiting both qualities in the most charming of ways. If there was a single word to describe these romantics, I would use it, but in its absence, I will simply say "Samantha"; for she was the first of them I ever knew. She was slim, her behind somewhat lacking, but her chest in a delightful middle-ground between small and large. Long, black hair draping down to her shoulders; dark green eyes bringing balance to her upfront attitude and teasing nature; pale white skin granting an almost divine glow by a perfect tan; and if that wasn't enough, a sense of style - both modest and arousing. I was only fourteen when I met her. She was my best-friend's sister, and as soon as I laid my eyes on her smooth and welcoming face, I felt immense attraction - as well as intimidation. I had spent most of my youth traveling around due to uncertain living conditions, and like many kids who traveled a lot, I was not particularly comfortable with the ladies. I suppose I was much like a "shy girl" myself, simply without the benefits of actually being female. Her outward aggression didn't help my trepidation, either. She wasn't abusive, but she was an eighteen year old girl being an eighteen year old woman, and because of this, her words could often sting. Much like her father, she could be sarcastic, belligerent, stubborn; but it was never done in a truly hostile matter. As I grew used to her and as I grew older, I slowly started to "get it." As my understanding increased, so did my attraction. Now, as I said before, she had a rather tantalizing sense of style; by this I mean that she was runner and often dressed like one. She would laze around in thin, cotton shorts, stopping just at her upper-thigh; and while her shirts were mostly plain - cotton tees sometimes embroided with a pocket or decorated with a design - there were a few exceptions where she could be seen in something else, and in one particular instance, without something else. But I digress. I remember my friend talked for years about getting a pool, and when he finally did, we were both ecstatic. We lived in the hot and humid area of central Florida, deep in the suburbs where the vacation ends and the family life begins. It was an above-ground pool so we were somewhat limited in what we could do, but two young boys with raw, ignorant imaginations were not to be stopped so easily. There was also the matter of Samantha. Given her outgoing nature, it wasn't too large a stretch that she would join us one of those hot days and I would finally have the pleasure of seeing her in a bikini. Despite how frivolous that may sound, it was a grand thought to me - a young boy. I can say with regret that this never happened, and I do somewhat suspect my friend to be to blame. He knew of my crush on his sister, most likely since I talked openly to him about how gorgeous she was, and he disapproved. He had told me specifically that his sister would not ever be joining us, nor would she ever be coming out in a bikini. I still had hope, since he had no way of stopping her, but in retrospect, it appears I underestimated him, since she never did join us. Although his powers were not all-controlling, since I did at a later date get the privilege of seeing her in bikini bottoms, and potentially in the most provocative way possible. To quickly tell the tale, I had been invited over to watch the new Harry Potter movie, The Goblet of Fire. His family had already watched it, so it was just me and my friend. But as you have probably already guessed, we were not the only ones in the house; his sister was present back in her room. At some point in the movie, she came out, and visible to me was only a long, white t-shirt. My eyes casually drifted over to her when I suspected no one was watching me, and much to my supreme delight she stretched, most likely trying to taunt me with her devilish sex appeal like she loved to do, and her shirt raised. That was when I saw her in dark-red bikini bottoms, decorated with what I believe were flower designs. There was one particular day, some type of special event or celebration, and while I'm not sure what it was, I knew it was going on, since Samantha's parents had allowed her to drink. Even though she was twice as intimidating drunk then she was sober, I found great amusement in the idea; of course, at that age I didn't truly understand the effects drinking could have. I simply found comical amusement in the thought, rather than physical. My friend and I were swimming in the pool, having a good time, using our imaginations and the various inflatables around us, when Samantha came outside. She was in a playful mood, and she made drunken conversation with us. It was a bit awkward and somewhat tense, but she was too inebriated to tell. Unlike my friend, I didn't particularly mind. Simply looking at her perfect face was a delight; swimming in those deep, green eyes. There is something I neglected to state about her disposition, though. Her actions were a bit off, her arm seemed to wrap gently around her stomach as she sat on the pool-latter, bare feet in the pool water, her free-hand sometimes drifting between her legs. I noticed between her threats to kill us if we splashed water on her, that her legs were almost never still. I don't know how obvious her potential need for the toilet would have been for the average person, nor do I know how obvious it was for my friend, but it was apparent to me, and beneath the water I hid my arousal: the waves contorting images, masking my shame. Their father walked outside, somewhat drunken as well. He spoke loudly to her across the lawn, making joking conversation: asking her why she was out with us and not inside with them. As she fended him off, and between the glances of my friend, I couldn't help but stare intently at her deep, red, running shorts. I fantasized about a wave rising just a bit too high and soaking the pool-latter with water. It would soak the bottoms of her shorts, creating the image she had wet herself, feeding my imagination and desires. I pictured her suddenly losing control of her swollen bladder, soaking the shorts herself, a small stream of urine dripping into the pool. When their dad finally retreated into the house to mingle with the other guests, she directed her attention back over to us. There wasn't much left to say at that point, and I wondered why she had come out at all; although attempting to understand the drunk was a foolish endeavor. There was a long silence, and I feared that she was going to go back inside, but before she had a chance, something miraculous happened: a beetle had landed on the shoulder of my friend - whom is a male - sending him into a quick fit of girlish screams and sporadic movement. Both his sister and I fell into a fit of laugter. I looked up at her shorts and hoped to see that some water had splashed there in the discord, but much to my disappointment, she was quite dry. I did, however, notice that she held her bottle of alcohol close to her, and her free hand pressed down on her lower area. I wondered to what extent she was desperate, but I didn't have much a chance to wonder. I heard a slight hissing sound come from an undisclosed location as she let out a sudden gasp - red faced and laughing hysterically. Her legs were spread just a few inches, just enough for me to suddenly see the crotch of her shorts quickly darken. The hissing sound stopped as her legs closed, but it quickly restored, this time slightly louder. She sat in front of me - the object of my love and desire - peeing uncontrollably into her tight, skimpy shorts; then, I saw it: a small stream of urine began to fall into the pool, the dripping sound and the hiss she exhibited covered by nothing more than the quiet, breathless laughter of us all. The hissing lasted only a few seconds, but they were quite possibly the greatest seconds of my life. There was no lingering sense of regret that seems to come with age and attach itself to all joys; no, there was only bliss and ecstasy. When we had all calmed down, the urine rolling off into the pool had slowed significantly, and she gingerly stood up, taking precautions not to fall in her drunken stupor. I couldn't peel my eyes away from the dark mark on the shorts. There was a steady dripping of urine coming from the shorts as she stood before us, unsure of what to do. She told us not to tell anybody it happened, and while I'm not sure my friend would keep his lips sealed, I intended too - at least until now. She stood up on the latter and faced away from us. As she climbed down it, I admired how her wet shorts clung sensually to her butt and gave me a rather good view of its shape. She placed her bottle down next to the puddle of urine, in a small area of dryness on the latter, and submerged herself in the cold water. She soon resurfaced, and as she held herself tightly to ward off the icy chill of the water, I inadvertently caught a glance of her chest. Her shirt was a dark green, and much like the shorts had to her butt, it clung tightly to her bosom. I could easily make out the shape of her breasts in surprising detail; her bra simultaneously diluting and enhancing the image. After she had gotten herself thoroughly soaked and her clothes washed out, she headed to the latter and washed off the urine. She then - leaving us far too soon! - climbed up the steps to head back inside and change. I watched as the shorts, now heavy, nearly slipped downward: unfortunately, she caught them just in time and I was unable to catch a glimpse of her butt or underwear. It didn't matter much, though. I had already been blessed with so much, and I was further blessed with getting to watch her leave the pool, a waterfall running off the pants, pouring conveniently from the crotch area of the shorts - further stimulating the imagination of a young boy. I've had many more encounters with Samantha over the years; that was merely the first. Not all of them involved urine, and some were simply arousing for other reasons. Maybe I will get around to telling some more...

Keep in mind this is not a request specifically but more of a mind jog as to ask if anyone knows what the name of this video is. It was a video of two girls peeing their pants. They looked college age and the compilation consisted of one on the roof, a couple in a bedroom where one girl was wearing a night gown sitting on the floor and pees and the other girl fell to the floor peeing her Jeans, and one in the kitchen,. That's about as far as I can remember. If anyone can find the name of the video, thank you, and if you can find the video as well, that would be swell.

Unfortunately there's not so much shown. EPIC FAIL AT THE CINNAMON CHALLENGE, MUST WATCH_.flv

Me and my friend were walking through the park and I was bored so I was waddling, legs completely straight and not bending, just moving from side to side and going forwards. My friend (Who for now I'm going to call Charlie xD) began to chuckle a tiny bit, and so did I, and by the time we were in the middle of the park we could barely breathe. We were both weak at the knees and I realised something I hadn't known before; I needed to pee. But that wouldn't stop my laughing, my friend's laughter made sure of that. His laugh isn't funny, it's just that when other people laugh (Especially him) I always laugh too. I clutched my lower stomach, aching badly and had to stop, and so did he and soon I was on the floor, gasping for air and saying "Ow-ow-ow" between gasps. He sat on the bench and leant over, holding his tummy too, and then I yelled to him "N-no! (Laughter) Stop, I'm gonna (Laughter) pee myself!" although he didn't stop. He stopped for a couple of seconds, but when we looked at each other we both laughed again. By now every time I made a noise a tiny bit of pee was leaving me, and the force of my laughter was enough to make my grey boxers become wet pretty quickly, not helping that I was wearing skinny jeans which were light blue . I was groaning each time I got a break from laughing, but then laughing again and soon I could feel my wet boxers rubbing against me. "Sh-shit!" I yelled between gasps for breaths, and suddenly the floodgates opened. I was on my side, holding my stomach and feeling the wet cover my left leg, whimpering as I continued laughing, and then as my left leg was completely soaked I noticed it begin so spread to my hip and knee, a puddle was forming underneath me. When I could finally breathe, I looked at the puddle and it was extremely large as if I had been holding my pee for quite a while. I stood up, the corner of my shirt wet and half of my left leg wet, and I was still chuckling a tiny bit. I looked to my friend who was still holding in his laughter, cheeks wide with the air wanting to escape and I scowled at him, but continued to laugh a little bit. We then went back to my house so that I could get changed. I had no idea who had seen me, but since then I have had quite a few people look at me and blush or pull a funny face. Also, my friend doesn't care when I pee myself laughing, since he has done it before and I was completely cool with it. AND I didn't have a boner ! :D XD

View File AGMX-086 Tied down girls are tickled until they wet themselves. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 07/27/2021 Category JAV Collections  

Was she really going to do this? Mia was standing in front of a rack full of incontinence products. Better safe than sorry, right? She grabbed the next best sample of adult diapers she figured would fit her properly and would do the job if things would go from bad to worse. She avoided eye contact with the cashier as good as she could, wished her a good day, rushed the hell out of the store and was on her way. When she had parked her car at the parking lot of PokéPalace where she sometimes would work weekend shifts for her second job, she called home. It took some time before her husband Dan picked up the phone. "Uhh… Hello?" He sounded sleepy and his voice was rough. Mia figured he had gone straight back to bed after they had had breakfast together and she had left to drop their daughters Ann and Gaby off at the grandparents where they would spend the weekend. She did not blame him. With two kids in the house, seven and nine years old, it was often not easy to find rest. "Baby, are you awake?", she giggled. "I just dropped the kids off. That's the good news. But unfortunately, I have got some bad news, too." "Who is this?" Mia chose to just ignore that. "I got a call. I have to work. The shift will end at 2 p.m. So, I won't be home till half past two. Thought I'd let you know." "Ohh man, that sucks. And what am I gonna do till then? If I'm gonna die of boredrom that's your fault." "Awwww, poor you. I got to work but it's you who got it bad, right?", Mia teased. "Yeah, that is right. After all, it's me who is missing out on you." "Uh, that was smooth. I got to give you that. But seriously, have you had a look into the garage lately? Or the garden? I'm sure you'll find some stuff to do till I'm back.", Mia suggested. "Not. Convinced.", Dan grumbled. "Or you could finally fix the lawn mower. Ask Harry for help, I'm sure you'll get it done then." Harry was their neighbor from across the road. He was actually a pretty nice guy in his late fifties. But sometimes, just as his wife Lauren, he came across a little condescending, knew everything about everything and had an opinion on every subject one could think of. The right opinion, that is. Dan often secretly referred to them as 'elite neighbors' as they tend to be informed about and also involved in almost all happenings in their little street. "Are you kidding?" Dan hated asking for help in the first place. He sighed. "Ok then, see you after two. Have a good shift. Love you." "Love you, too, baby." Mia blow a kiss and hung up. The problem was she was not about to work her regular shift. Or any other regular shift. Just when she had sat back down in her car after leaving her parents' house, Ian who managed the staff and shifts at PokéPalace had called and asked if she could jump in from 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. for Central square 2b-shift. Now, not only was this one of the busiest shifts in one of the usually most crowded locations of the theme park, you were also required to wear a huge Pokémon mascot costume. Mia had been scheduled for this shift before but only once. This was some time ago. Thinking back to this occasion made her nervous for what was about to come. There was not much work involved, only posing for some photos, selling some helium-Pokéballoons and racing kids in a 40-yard dash. But the costume was so clunky that Mia had had a hard time getting in on and taking it off by herself. Additionally, there was so much going on that making a quick disappearance was probably not possible in the first place. It wasn't when she had worked this shift once last summer at least. Just like this time she had jumped in spontaneously and had ended up uncomfortably desperate to pee towards the end of the three hours. And today it was going to be five hours. This and her past experience caused her to take some… precautionary measures today. It was already a quarter to nine. She had to get moving. She got her backpack and got out of her car. It was still early but looking at she bright sky Mia could tell that it was going to be a warm day. She passed long queues of families waiting for the gates to open in just under 15 minutes and entered through the staff-entrance. "Hey how are you, Mia?" "Good, thank you. Have a nice day!" She only worked here every other weekend during peak season in the summer but by now she knew almost everyone. And vice versa. She met with Ian who just quickly talked her through everything as this was not her standard shift. It was all still as she remembered. "I'm sure you'll do great. And JJ should also be close by if a problem might occur and you need to ask.", Ian assured her and handed her over the keys she would need to get the costume. Then he was already gone. Just before park opening was often when he was most stressed. "Sure thing!" But it was more to herself than to Ian. She made her way to her location in the middle of the park area. Carousels and roller coaster were doing test runs, music was blasting here and there, and the smell of deep-fried food already filled the air. This was the building. She unlocked a door marked with 'Staff only.' and entered. She was late but first things first. She found a staff WC and locked the door behind her. She sat on the toilet to pee and while exhaling let out everything that wanted to come out. It was only a few dribbles but there was no way that Mia would start this on a not completely empty bladder. That was for sure. "Ok, let's do this." She dried herself and afterwards carefully pulled her lose shorts and her panties over her sneakers and stood up bottomless. Shorts and panties went on a small shelf next to the sink and Mia opened her backpack to get out her latest purchase. After a few skillful hand movements, a diapered Mia looked back at her from the mirror. "Damn. Not one of my proudest moments." She pulled her shorts over her diaper and made sure nothing was too obvious. Soon the big costume would actually help to keep things discreet. Her slightly puffier butt would be hidden, suspicious sounds would be muffled. She gathered her stuff and went to get the costume. As expected, getting dressed was a pain but five minutes later Mia squeezed herself through the door she entered the building through earlier as a big fat Pikachu. Just in time to get into her position before hordes of children and parents swarmed the place. At first Mia felt weird having a diaper between her legs and had to constantly remind herself that nobody would ever be able to tell. But as the day went on this paranoia subsided because she got more and more involved and could not pay constant attention on this unfamiliar feeling down there. Posing for pictures, handing out balloons, racing kids, pictures, more balloons, race and the time flew by. And to her relief, despite drinking some water through a long straw from time to time as the races and the temperature inside her outfit started to get to her, Mia was not bothered by her bladder too badly when she checked the large clock on top of the snack bar across the square at half past one. She could use a toilet break, sure. But she was certain that holding it for the rest of her shift, only half an hour more, would not be an issue. She was proven correct about this when not much later a big fat Dragonite squeezed its way onto the square through the 'Staff only.' door just like herself five hours ago. Mia was replaced and could end her shift. Accordingly, her next objective was to somehow get out of this costume, get out of her diaper and not let anyone find out about her predicament which was about to be defused. The hardest part about this was to get rid of the Pikachu she was still stuck inside because she could not ask for help as this involved a slight risk of being found out. But after about five minutes of wiggling and stretching she was finally free and the costume was stored away. To her luck she seemed to be alone in the building. "Ok, just two more things…" Get to the WC to take the diaper off and take a pee. But when she got her backpack out of her locker and went to enter the WC she found it occupied. So, she was denied the most secret exit and considered her other options. "Should I wait here? …No, that's kinda odd… Find another secluded WC or use the toilets for visitors? I might as well just try and make an exit as stealthy as I can and head directly home. I don't have to pee that badly yet and the diaper… aahh, this should be manageable." Mia made sure the waistband was not showing and adjusted her backpack to cover a bit more of her rear. Then she made a run for it. Three minutes later she turned in the key she got from Ian in the morning at the stuff entrance and left the theme park. "Easy-peasy!", Mia said as she took a seat in her car and started up the engine. In less than 20 minutes she would be home. She took a few deep breaths and noticed how her adrenalin-levels slowly returned to normal again. Now, without the distractions from work and with the risk of being caught wearing a diaper from another staff member gone, her bladder sent Mia a distinct signal. "Yeah, I should probably get on the road!" The traffic was flowing nicely. Mia was quite happy with how she had handled the situation over all when she turned into their drive and stopped the car. Everything had gone fine. She was now in the safety of her home. It seemed like Dan had just arrived as well as he was carrying grocery bags from the trunk of his station wagon into the house. "Ooof, I could use a shower… but first and foremost…", Mia said to herself walking up to their front door. "Hey baby!" "Hey honey, how was work?" "Good, good.", Mia replied. "Be right back, ok? I need a shower." "Yeah, sure.", it sounded from the kitchen. She got her shoes off and went up the stairs. In the master bathroom she removed her shorts and moved towards the toilet. But then… She hesitated for a bit. Mia caught a sight of herself in the mirror. She was wearing a diaper. Still. Mia thought her day over. But would she really have used it if things would have gotten dicey? Was she going to get out of it and throw away an unused diaper now? She pictured herself releasing a spurt or two while diapered. So silly. "Baby?!" He would get some serious giggles out of this. "You love me, right?", Mia shouted downstairs. "What do you mean? If you're not careful I will love the fuck out of you in a minute for asking such a question!", Dan shouted playing angry. Mia had made her way back down the stairs into the hallway. "I'm gonna pee in a diaper. Wanna watch?" The noises from the kitchen subsided as Dan stopped storing away the groceries. Surely this had caught him by surprise. He peeked into the hallway to take in the view. Mia in a t-shirt, socks and quite unmistakably a diaper waiting patiently for a reaction of her husband. "A: You are in a diaper.", he stated dryly. There was a short pause. "I'm never gonna let you live this down and B: If you purposely wet yourself, I'm never gonna let you live that down, neither." Mia was holding eye contact. She had to suppress a laugh. She knew Dan all too well. In the end he was her husband since almost 13 years and her partner since more than 19 years. From the outside there was no sign but to her it was clear that Dan was struggling to keep a straight face due to this odd situation. This was a game. "What if it was just a tiny little bit?" "Will you shut up? You're having me on!" "I was just fooling around, you know. I was curious how…" He cut her off: "I don't even know what you are talking about. I thought the days of diapers in this house have passed years ago." "Well. Wrong!" Mia raised her arms a little, wiggled her hips playfully and did a twirl. Then she put her hands on her hips and gave her one-man audience a challenging look. "I see." "Don't like it? Is it the outfit or the pose?" "I don't know about that pose but concerning the outfit: You can't go out like that." That was Dan's standard comment whenever Mia asked him for his opinion on any clothing-related matter. She had heard it a hundred times before. He always justified this by saying he needed to practice for when their daughters become teenagers. Now, this lame dad joke almost made Mia fall completely out of character and burst into laughing. She pressed her lips together. How did she not see this coming? And was there any chance for her to be the first to draw a laugh from the respective counterpart or was she already a lost cause in this game? "Well, actually your wife was out like that. Plus some shorts to be fair. Half a day with that thing on. Come on, I know you wanna laugh! Just imagine if someone would have caught me. HEADLINE: '38-year-old mom has a flash of genius and diapers herself for a day at PokéPalace' Ridiculous, isn't it?" Mia had to quickly focus on something else because looking back on the day from the safe space of her home the whole thing was just too funny. And she was certain that Dan thought so, too, as they shared the same humor. Dan was facing away for a moment. Both of them were on the verge of losing it but didn't want to give into laughing, yet. "Maybe. Maybe. But do you know what I truly find ridiculous? Your entertainer-skills. I mean come on you work at an amusement park. You promised a show, yet I see nothing. Are you gonna piss yourself now or nah?" Mia withstood his look without answering. She thought to herself: "He must think I'm bluffing. If the incoming combination of surprise and mischievousness won't get him, nothing ever will." It was her last card to play. So, she played it. Her bladder was not causing Mia any true trouble, but she was full, nevertheless. Letting go was easy. Stopping again not so much. The spurt lasted for about two seconds and made itself known with a distinct hissing noise. Dan didn't show a reaction. There was no way that he didn't hear it, too. They were standing barely two meters apart. Just to make sure but partly also to feel a little bit more of that release she just had experienced Mia let go of another spurt. She felt hotness in her groin area. The overall sensation was… something else, incomparable. This second spurt was much harder to clench down. And to her surprise Mia could feel herself blush. This really caught her off guard. "Someone's getting red.", Dan whispered. There was no taunt in his voice, maybe just the tiniest bit of teasing. Mia checked on her diaper, then faced her husband again. "Just a tiny little bit, as promised.", Mia mumbled. Again, both of them were unimaginably close to bursting into laughter. Dan had to turn away and pull himself together. He then launched the final counterattack. Acting all hysteric, he went: "My wife just peed herself. Oh god. Now she has finally lost her mind. It's all over. Completely mad. Crazy. No no no, what will I do now? File for divorce? Come on Dan, don't panic, you got this… oh no I don't. It's all over, all hope is lost! Just as her sanity. -But wait! That's the last chance: I'll consult Harry and Lauren about this, surely they will share their wisdom." And with these words he made two steps towards the front door and reached for the doorhandle while eying Mia. "What?! Noooah…" He would never expose her like that. She knew that. She trusted him. But in this moment she imagined how an unsuspecting passerby would – at second glance – witness a middle-aged women, herself, standing in her hallway in a diaper when looking towards their front porch. And it that point it was all over and she and her husband started roaring. They laughed and laughed. They laughed until it hurt but couldn't stop. Further keeping her bladder muscles clenched was to much and after a third – this time unintentional – leak Mia lost control over her bladder just like she lost her composure seconds before. "I…, I…", but she couldn't get her words across while soaking her diaper laughing. Using her hand to try to stop it was no help. And it was too little too late now anyways as she already felt a little trinkle run down the inside of her left leg. Dan was gasping for air himself so he didn't notice Mia's mishap right away. But eventually he would, Mia had no doubt, which made her laugh even more. The peeing had long stopped and her bladder was completely emptied when they finally came to themselves. "Oh good. That was good. Hell yeah." Dan was still gasping a little. " 'Hell yeah' is about right.", Mia agreed and then added: "Danny, I just fully wet myself. Like fully." Again, Mia could feel hot blood shoot in her cheeks and her face which was already red from laughing so much get a little redder. "I noticed that", Dan grinned and almost started laughing again but the noticed her look. "Can I still get a kiss?" "You can be such a dork sometimes. And I love you for that.", Dan said as he stepped towards her and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. They kissed. "Love you." "Love you, too." "And can I get another kiss, please?" Again, Mia and Dan shared a kiss. Life was good. "And… can you get me towel?" Dan took a step back and raised an eyebrow. "Uuhhm… no." "What?" Mia was puzzled. "Yeah, you know. I just thought about some awesome dad-things I still have to do in the garage. Or the garden…" He smirked and went on towards their back entrance. "You can find me wherever!" "What? But I'm soaked! You can't just leave me here like this! I thought we were in this together!" Mia couldn't help but to start laughing again. Dan was already around the corner. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, honey!", he shouted. "That abandonment! Betrayal!", she shouted back and laughed just to hear the backdoor fall shut. She truly loved that bastard. The End

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Hello wet friends! Me and my bf would like to share with you our last (unexpected) wetting episodes, as you know we are a copule that love wetting and stuff and, well, our bladders aren't (luckily) made of iron 😛 some days ago we both peed ourselves from laughing and we want to share our wet moments! My boyfriend want to start first: I'm Andrea and I'm 26, I've always had little leaking problems when I laugh too much, during past week I was at Miriam house (we sadly live al ong distance relationship and see each other just once a month or more), we were in the bed, cuddling and talking, when Miriam screamed "WHAT THE F**K IS THAT?!?", I looked in her direction and there was a big insect on the desk near the bed! Since I don't like much to catch'n'kill insects I took the best insect killer weapon: a CAT 🐱 I lifted it up and put it near the insect, but beside killing it our beloved weapon just dropped things like a calculator, a book and some other things ON MY FOOT ! I started to laugh so hard and I've wet my panties a little, it was just a 2-3 seconds drop and when I was still laughing I told to Miriam "Your cat just made me peed myself!". After that, I returned to bed with my wet panties and....yes, we enjoyed the moment 😛 Now it's Miriam turn: I'm Miriam and I'm 21, as you know I have some leaking issue too from time to time, some days ago I was in a car with my friends, we were returning home from a pub, I've drank a lot (not alchool if you are asking) and I had to pee, not badly but I could feel the pressure... When we was at the pub Andrea send me some "hot" message telling me pising/wetting related fantasies and well, it turned me on but this is not the point ! returning home, me and my silly friends started to tell silly things and suddently then I started to laugh I put and hand between my legs to "contain the damage" but it didn't help much since I felt a stream of pee that wet my panties and a little the crotch of my jeans, luckily no one noticed that. When I come home I went to bathroom and snapped a pic of my panties to Andrea, I made the rest of the pee on the toilet and then (hope you don't consider that gross) I pulled up my underwear again and I went to bed and "enjoyed the situation 😛 ". Hope you like our stories 😄

Hello there! this is our first post on this forum, we are a couple that loves pee-related kinks, I (Andrea) know this forum since many years, but I was too shy and I felt too "strange" to post here, but now that I introduced my girlfriend to this world and I told her everything about my kinks I feel much more confortable and we are ready to share our experiences (and in future we will also post contents like pics and vids). what better way to celebrate joining this community than to tell how I discovered this passion for pee and how I introduced my girlfriend to the subject? Let's begin! Since I was little untill now I've always had a trigger that opens the "faucet": Laughing fits! Yes, when I laugh too hard I wet myself, sometimes there are just little spurts of pee, but sometimes I wey my underwear (and consequently pants) a lot. Here's the episode that made me think "uhm, I kinda like the feeling of being wet" beside the embarassement: I had 14-15 years, it was summer and I was at a friend house, we were just doing random things; at a certain point my friend tried to catch a ball getting on a table, but when he rested his foot on the table he felt off because the table broke itself. I started to laughing hard and I felt a spurt of pee that wet my underwear, but nothing to really worry about, I touched my crotch and it was dry, situation was absolutely under control, but I felt that I had to pee! We continued to play with that ball and my friend was doing absolute silly faces and movements, I was laughing really hard now and consequently peeing myself during these laughing fits, I stated to worry about it when my jeans started to change colour and become darker: I WAS WETTING MY PANTS! my face turned red and I had to find a solution quickly or my friend could notice that I eed myself, and here the lucky event: the ball that he trow me felt in the swiming pool, a little rubber swiming pool; I run to chatch that ball and "accidentaly" wet myself with the pool water (as you know no, it was not water 🤣), I was really wet but now I had an excuse to go to my house and change myself. Riding my bike on the way to home, I felt a stange sensation, I was super embarassed but that wet and warm sensation had something that I liked... Once at home I've took a shower, then I returned to my room to understand how to hide the accident to my mom, I smelled my underwear and my pants and yes, they definetively smelled pee, and here's the point: That partially dryed out clothes, the smell and something that words can't explain have been an huge turn on for me, I put on my peed panties again and I masturbate myself in it, it has been wonderful, and since that day I absolutely enjoyed my pee accidents beside the normal embarass that I experience every time and I always try to find accidents that happens to other people, especially girls (I have a 6th sense for that hahahah and I'll tell you about this finds in another post);after that, I felt absolutely strange but I discovered that pee-related kinks are absolutely common. About how I introduced my girlfriend to this world, here's the story: We met each other on internet firstly, and after some days we were fiancé! One day I asked to her the classic and (not) innocent question: "it happens to you do pee yourself a little in some situations?" and her reply turned me on because Miriam wets her panties when she laugh so hard or sometimes sneezing, and yes, for me was an huge turn in but I was absolutely scared to tell her the truth, but I didn't wanted to have secrets and I told the truth:her unexpected reaction was "oh, ok, it's not that strange", I was really happy 🙂 . During this years she tried wetting and pissing and she loved it and now we are planning to try out things like diapers 😛 I hope you enjoyed the story, also Miriam will start a topic on some of her wet experiences 😄 fell free to comment and ask us questions also via DM! P.s. sorry for the quality of my english, as you know we are italian and beside my gf, I have to improve my english writing skills!

Wow, so it has been since 2011 that I actually posted something. I've still lurked from time to time but have been busy and nothing great worth posting. Older, we have a kid now, Joy still sometimes indulges me by wetting for me on special occasions. I've written about my sister-in-law (SIL) before but now she's in her mid-20s, still hot as all get out, tight body runner with 32D breasts (I've seen one of her bra tags), tiny waist, firm butt and legs... the works. The type of girl guys fantasize about - and I have... Anyway, we took a family vacation to visit relatives out of state and SIL and her husband and Joy and I and our kid flew up and other family met us there, so it was a big group for a week. Towards the end of the week we were staying in the house and a bunch of them decided to play the game "Watch Ya Mouth" - where everyone has these weird plastic things that go in your mouth that hold your lips apart and then you try to speak and your team-mate has to try to understand what you are saying and get the word correct to get points. I was not playing, just sitting off to the side watching and playing on my phone. The playing group was nearby at the dining table and having a good time with lots of laughter. I could see SIL clearly from my seat. As her next turn came up I watched out of the corner of my eye as she tried to speak with the mouthpiece in and kept laughing at the results. The more she laughed the more she fidgeted around in her chair. She was nearly to the point of crying a minute or so later and then she suddenly shoved her free hand down to her crotch. She was laughing very hard, face red, tears on her cheeks, knees sqeezed together and bouncing. Finally she was able to make a noise that wasn't laughter, 'I 'eed!" she squealed. Nobody could understand her and most were still laughing. She said again, "I 'eed! I 'eed! I 'eed I ants!" Finally the others realized what she was saying and more laughter ensued. SIL took the plastic thing out of her mouth and wiped away slobber and tears. More clearly now she said, "I peed my pants! I'm not even kidding, y'all!" Everyone else was just amused, but I was completely enthralled and aroused. My wife was across the room from me and we caught eyes and she just grinned and rolled her eyes at me. Someone told her to go to the bathroom, so she pushed her chair back and stood - everyone still laughing. She pulled her hand away briefly and on the front at the V of her crotch her jeans were dark, though barely noticeable from the front. She turned to head to the bathroom in the hall, with her back towards me, and from that angle the results were obvious. Her butt was wet on both cheeks and her upper thighs for a few inches on each side like an inverted heart shape with the point facing up near her middle butt. This was no small leak - it was quite a big leak. She hobbled quickly to the bathroom, which more loud laughter from the crowd as they each as her soaked butt in turn. SIL spent a minute or two in the bathroom emptying the rest of her bladder and came back out red faced and embarrassed. She walked past us all to the stairs near my chair to go change, giving me a good long look from both front and back as she approached and passed me and then went up the stairs with her butt facing me almost directly. I was completely hard and throbbing and wanted nothing more than to follow her and masturbate into her soaked panties, honestly. My wife watched me watching her sister leave and texted me. "I'm guessing you enjoyed that, huh?" I replied, "Honestly, yes. Of course. It doesn't matter that it is your sister. Or mean anything." She said, "Ok. I trust you." I smiled at her and she smiled back. SIL came back down the stairs a few minutes later in new shorts, still slightly red and sheepish. She got some good-natured ribbing, of course, but out of love, from the rest of the family. After they had resumed playing their game for a while I went upstairs to "use the bathroom" myself. I quickly ducked into SIL and her hubby's room and looked around but saw nothing. I went into the shared bathroom and closed the door only to turn around and find her jeans and panties in a pile on the floor by the tub! I picked them up and examined them, taking in the size and shape of the wetspot on her jeans, how her grey cotton panties were soaked and dark from just in front of the crotch to halfway up the butt. I sniffed them but there was barely any scent of urine as she drinks a lot of water. They were no longer warm but now the cold, clammy dampness that comes after a wetting. My cock was throbbing at this point. I couldn't believe I got to see my hot SIL wet herself like that and then be up-close-and-personal with the wet clothes. My phone buzzed and it was my wife, "Need a hand?" I replied, "Absolutely." I hurriedly put the wet jeans and panties back where I found them, as close to exactly the same as I could, and went out into the hallway to wait for Joy. She came up the stairs grinning at me. I didn't try to hide my erection from her. She just laughed quietly and shook her head. "What am I going to do with you?" We kissed and I grabbed her and pulled her close and pressed against her. "I can't help it," I said. "I know," she replied. "For what it's worth," I said, "I'm sorry I get this way even though it was your sister." She said, "It's ok. I understand. Now, how do we get you not 'this way'?" She pulled me into our room, closed the door, and took me in her mouth to relieve my tension, which she did in no time at all.

So I know I haven't posted in forever, I sort of forgot about this website to be perfectly honest....sorry guys! So when I was a senior, I was in a class with all girls. There were no guys in the class, so I was like "hell yeah" from the start. STORY 1: Well, one day this girl that I had sort of a crush on, we'll call her Ki, peed her pants a little. Ki had long, brown, straightened hair, she was probably 5'7'', and of normal build. This day, she had worn a green v-neck t-shirt, and black tights, to which her ass was covered by the back of her shirt. One day, my class and I were all sitting around, laughing up a storm about a video we were all watching. They kept playing it on repeat, and I'd have to say Ki was laughing the hardest out of everyone else. Earlier in class, she had asked to use the rest room. My teacher simply ignored her. She had said something along the lines of "I just have to pee, I'll be really quick!" Everyone in the class started laughing saying "Oh come on! She just has to pee!! She's gonna wet herself if you don't let her go!" Still, my teacher ignored her. So the girls are laughing it up, and laughing it up. Ki wasn't in her seat, she was standing so she could see the video on the phone. She was laughing so hard that she was squatting. Someone saw Ki laughing so hard, and cried, "She's going to pee her pants! She's gonna wet herself!" Ki was still laughing. She couldn't stop laughing. I saw her trying to cross her legs even though she was knelt down, squatting. Still laughing, she put her hand to her crotch. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there, watching all of this occur, knowing what's going to happen next. So, between laughs, Ki yelled, "Mrs. ____, can I please use the bathroom?! I need to pee!" Finally, my teacher granted her permission to go pee. But poor Ki had already began going before my teacher said she could. Still squatting, a small stream came dripping out of her tights, through her shirt that was covering up her ass, and onto the floor. Someone saw this, and yelled, "OH MY GOD SHE'S ACTUALLY PEEING HER PANTS! SHE'S WETTING HERSELF!!" Ki quickly stood up, and tried to run out of the classroom, while holding her crotch in an attempt to stop peeing. She was laughing even harder, which didn't help, so instead of running out of the classroom, she stayed in it until she regained control of her bladder. I saw urine dripping down her leggings, while the class was in hysterics laughing at what Ki did. A path of urine on the floor led up to right where she was standing. Ki's blushed, and her eyes welled up as she quickly ran out of the class. She came back a few minutes later, dry, except for the stain on the bottom of her shirt from where her ass had soaked up a lot of urine. She then had to clean up her own mess in front of everyone in the class. STORY 2 So in the same class, there was another girl, named Amber. Amber was short, long brown hair, and also of normal build. Her and I are good friends, and she is cute. She was wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt that day. [Note- this wasn't the same day, this was a while before Ki's accident] So Amber and I were chatting in class, and she had her legs crossed the entire time. When class actually started, my teacher began reading aloud a story for a lesson we had. I kept seeing Amber crossing and uncrossing her legs as my teacher read aloud to us. We weren't really allowed to interrupt because it would make everyone lose focus, so we would always have to wait until she was done with the lesson or story to ask to use the bathroom. Finally, towards the end of the period, my teacher finished. Amber raised her hand to ask to use the bathroom, but my teacher was too busy with talking with other students across the room to notice her. Amber was tapping her foot now, raising her hand urgently. I turned to her to have conversation with her, but she quickly said "I have to pee..." Having the soft voice that she has, me partially being deaf, and me making sure I heard that right, I said, "what?" " I have to pee so bad!! I'm going to piss everywhere!" "Then ask if you can go pee," I teased. She gave me a look, and raised her hand higher. She even called out my teacher's name, but she didn't hear her. "Ughhhh...." Amber moaned. She stood up and walked to her desk. "Can I PLEASE use the bathroom?!" My teacher looked at the time. My school had a rule where you aren't allowed to leave your class ten minutes before the end of the day, as too many kids would leave early to go to their cars and leave the school. "Nope, sorry, you can't wait ten minutes?" "It's an emergency! I'm going to pee all over myself!" Amber begged. "No sorry...." Amber returned to me as we chatted some more, but she only wanted to talk about how badly she needed to pee. "I've been holding it in all day long and I just really need to pee and I don't think I can hold it much longer!!" Five minutes went by, and she began pacing with her hand on her crotch. Another minute went by, and she was right by the door so she could run to the bathroom as soon as the bell rang. Another minute went by- 3 minutes before the bell- and she was now squatting to hold it in. "I actually can't hold it in any longer....literally I'm about to piss all over the place..." she groaned. I said to her, "you can't just hold it for like three minutes?" "No-ho-ho..." she said. A minute went by again, two minutes before the bell, and she said, "fuck it, I'm just going to piss..." and she began wetting her pants. She tried to contain it with having her hand on her crotch, but it overflowed, and poured all over the classroom floor, and all over the front of her thighs. It went all over her ass. At this point, she admitted defeat, spread her legs, and accepted the fact she was wetting. Some people stared, and others ignored it. An enormous puddle was at the bottom of her moccasins, with the puddle rippling from the drips going down her yoga pant legs. Her pants were drenched. I stayed after school with her as she wiped up the mess she made, embarrassed, but relieved from her bladder. I poked fun at her from it, but she didn't care too much since I was her friend.