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View File Washing the dishes Hey everyone! Back again with another vid I here I am, washing my dishes and listening to a bit of music, whilst needing to pee. I decide to hold it until I finish my job, but eventually I start to leak into my grey sweatpants. I struggle on, trying to finish to last few items, but I just can't hold it any longer, and I have an accident in the middle of the kitchen, soaking my sweatpants and socks. I stand there in my puddle, but I can leave yet, as those dishes won't wash themselves... I hope you guys like this one. It's a bit longer than my usual ones, but I hope you like watching me squirm. I should be able to do more like this now that my housemate has moved out. Also, I apologise for my taste in music (it's really eclectic...) Love you guys (Btw, I wasn't wearing any underwear in this vid ) Submitter ShinyVolcarona Submitted 03/22/2020 Category Male  

View File Desperate wetting in front of the toilet Wow! That was intense! So I had been sitting at home watching TV, and I was getting increasingly desperate to pee. Eventually, I just had to go, so I ran to the toilet with the intention of relieving myself. However, because my sweatpants were really loose, I had to tie a complex knot in them earlier, which I now had to untie... I stand in front of the toilet, desperately trying to untie the knot, all the while leaking into my grey sweatpants. I struggle and squirm, but it's no use, and I just can't hold on any longer. I completely flood my sweats, soaking my socks as well and create a huge puddle on the floor. Afterwards, I still have to untie the knot, and I did struggle for while with it. I actually wet myself two more times in these sweatpants before managing to get them off, but I didn't get those on film. I hope you guys like this one. I don't get to do wettings like this very often because of my housemate. Let me know what you think. Love you Submitter ShinyVolcarona Submitted 03/19/2020 Category Male  

I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.

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

I'm just curious. How long can you hold it from the point when you really have to go? I know some people can go like 8+ hours without peeing, but I'm sure they aren't desperate the entire time. For me personally, not very long. On a normal day that I've been drinking water steadily, maybe 2 and a half hours before it becomes too painful, I can't concentrate, and I start leaking. Usually it's only one hour before I give in. This is just at home, though... I can wait longer when I'm out, especially since I tend to drink less. I've definitely held a full bladder for 3+ hours while at work plus the commute home before, but only a couple of times. I feel like I have a small bladder, although I've been gradually improving on the time I can wait and lessening the amount of times I have to pee a day (yesterday I managed to "only" pee 5 times, which for me is actually a milestone lol, since I normally pee like 8+ times a day).

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

Hi all, I recently did one of my biggest ever wettings and thought that you may be interested in the resulting photos. The choice of underwear was inspired by a topic I raised elsewhere, hope it fits the bill! The first photo is how my stomach normally looks, prior to the hold (I hadn't yet changed underwear). The second photo is of me full around three hours later, about 10 minutes before I wet myself. The third and fourth photos are the aftermath of my wetting, whereby I peed through my boxers while sitting on the toilet (hence the slightly odd pattern). The hold was very long and drawn out, with ALOT of sustained spurting over the final few minutes. If anyone would like any further details about the hold, please do ask

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

I have a quick question for anyone interested in male desperation. Which type of underwear do you like to see a man wearing? Personally when I do my holds I like to wear a thong, but I would be interested to hear your opinions as to what you find most attractive on a desperate man.

“Where the fuck have you been, Bruce? You were supposed to pick me up an hour ago.” Dick snapped, shifting as he got into the bat mobile. “No real names in field, Robin.” Batman responded sharply. “What?” Robin asked incredulously. “You think the bat mobile is bugged... Batman?” He purposely stressed, repositioning himself in his seat with a sigh. “Where next?” “While you were waiting on me, I was getting important information. We’re heading to the edge of Gotham city. There’s rumor of a drug dealing going on and I believe it’s the owner of the new restaurant on the east border. We’re going to investigate first and then we are going in as us.” Batman explained. “So we’re going out for dinner, huh?” Robin asked sarcastically, tapping his foot up and down. He was still irritated, but it wasn’t because Bruce had left him waiting, it was because he had a much more pressing problem; his bladder. Batman glanced over at his jittery young ward. “How was school?” He asked, trying to gage Dick’s reaction. Robin shrugged. “Pointless. I don’t get the point of high school when I could be saving people.” He leaned back, pulling the seat belt that Bruce made him wear away from his lower abdomen. He groaned, looking out the window as the city blurred past. “How long until we get there?” He asked, sitting back up straight and briefly squeezing his thighs together. “Twenty minutes. Why do you ask?” Batman questioned in curiosity. “Is something wrong?” He inquired. “No.” Robin rushed out, giving a small squirm. “Definitely not.” He added, avoiding eye contact. Going quiet, he glanced sideways at Bruce, before quickly averting his gaze back to his lap. Squirming around in his seat with a blush on his face, he resigned to shoving one leg under him so he could dig his heel into his crotch. After what seemed like eternity, they pulled into a pitch black side alley. The only light being the moonlight, which was obscured by the towering building overhead. Before getting out, Batman turned to Robin. “Are you sure that there is absolutely nothing you need to tell me?” He asked, scanning the squirming teen. “I’m fine for fucks sake! I’ve only told you a billion times!” Robin snapped, getting out of the vehicle and slamming the door. He felt a small, hot leak slip out, causing him to internally panic. However, he still refrained from grabbing himself, afraid that Bruce would see. “That better be the case.” Batman replied tersely. Robin stiffened, before managing to ask. “Where do you want me?” “You’re staying with me until we get on the rooftop of the smaller building. From their we need to access the piping, so that we can get inside... hopefully undetected. Follow me.” Batman ordered, already running towards the point of interest and using his grappler to hook himself into the roofs edge so he could begin a short climb. Robin started to run, but stopped abruptly, automatically throwing a hand to his crotch felt a leak of urine leak out. Noticing Batman already half way up the building, Robin started off again, throwing his own grappler up at the top of the building and jumping at full speed upwards and into the building. He crashed down harder than normal, landing in a crouched position, already near the top. He instantly froze, heart pounding in his chest as he felt a rush of urine run down his leg. With a small whine that scraped the back of his throat, Robin grabbed frantically with his free hand, trying to stop the spurting, inconsistent stream of pee that continued to soak his uniform. Finally managing to gain some control, he caught up to Batman at the top on the roof. He felt rivulets of pee running down his tightly black clad legs and was glad it was dark out. Waiting on Batman to figure out the entry point to the pipes was his final undoing, despite the fruitless attempts at getting the flow to stop, it only grew stronger until it finally tampered to a stop. Coursing with humiliation and self centered anger, Robin stepped out of the puddle he’d formed and quickly made his way to the other side of the roof where Batman was standing, trying to distance himself from the mess he’d made. “Robin, I want you to go in first. I know you’ll fit and it will be easier for you to navigate in the lead.” Batman explained, after finding the opening. Feeling extremely self conscious, Robin made sure his suit was firmly wrapped around his wet butt and legs, before crawling into the pipe line. He was reluctant to face away from Bruce, but he’d just have to suffer through the torture of hoping the man wouldn’t notice anything as he crawled through the pipes. By the time he managed to maneuver his way through the maze of pipes and into the computer room, his pants had begun to chafe and he was finding it difficult to walk normal, not to mention crawl. Once he’d gotten out, and was standing up in the empty room, Robin pulled his cape firmly around him and pretended to be surveying the room, though he felt his face heating up as he anticipated Batman to mention something. However, to his luck, the man was to focused on the mission to notice anything amiss of his young ward yet. He bit his lip as he felt raw skin coming into contact with damp fabric, and his eyes automatically welled up with tears. Quickly blinking them away, Robin asked, “Can we please hurry?” ‘Asked’ being the relative term, it was more of a whine. “Just be patient, Robin. It’ll go quicker if you help, get on that computer and take down the cams.” Batman whispered, touching Robin’s shoulder to direct him to the small light of the screen monitor in the pitch black room. Robin nodded, walking irregularly in that direction and routinely going to work of pulling up the security footage, before plugging in a hard drive that would immediately knock all power out for an hour. “It’s done.” Robin reported, nearly jumping out of his skin as Batman came up from behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go then. We just need to find the paper archive of all the suppliers and buyers, along with the credit card number.” Robin stayed silent, following his mentor and keeping his eyes on the look out for any room that might look inconspicuous. “This way.” Batman ordered, turning into a small room with a small business desk in the corner and to the right, a filing cabinet. Robin hurriedly followed Batman, searching through drawers, before pulling out a folder labeled, “Business”. He pulled out two documents. “I think I found them. The seller goes by the street name of Glorified Gnostic.” Robin said, handing the papers over to Batman. “I don’t want to go back through the pipes. Can’t we just walk out of the building since the security cams are down.” He asked complacently. “Normally, that would be a hard no. Especially with all the whining you’ve been doing today, however, we have a dinner to get to. So for once, yes, we can.” When they reached the bat mobile, Robin was close to tears. He was upset at himself, and his thighs and privates had been rubbed raw. Not to mention how gross and itchy he felt. Sliding into his seat, he rubbed at his eyes, wiping a few tears away. “Here’s some clothes. Change it them before we get going.” Batman ordered, getting into the drivers seat and also changing into clothes. When Robin didn’t move, he glanced over. “Dick?” He asked, concern edging his voice. “Y-yes?” He answered shakily. “Why aren’t you changing?” Batman asked, looking closer at the boy. Dick bit back a sob, sinking further into the seat. “C-cause I’m wet.” He choked out, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “What do you-“ Bruce stopped with a sigh. “Really, Dick? I thought you were over this. I asked you twice, and twice you denied that anything was wrong.” He reprimanded, rubbing a hand to his face. Dick stared down at his lap, lip trembling. “I don’t have underwear to change into now. A-And it hurts.” He admitted. “What hurts?” Bruce demanded sharply. “It’s rubbing and cold.” Dick stated plaintively. “When, might I asked, did you pee yourself Dick?” Dick bit his lip and was silent. “Dick, when?” Bruce repeated. “On the roof.” Dick muttered. Sighing in exasperation, Bruce threw his hands up in the air. “Well now what are we supposed to do? I don’t have any underwear for you and you’re obviously in no condition to be out under cover?” He sighed. “This all could’ve been avoided if you’d of just be truthful and informed me of what was wrong.” Dick just shrugged, pulling at the wet material around his legs in disgust. Bruce took a deep breath and turned to Dick. “Change into those clothes for now and go ahead and take you underwear off. I’m going to head home and we’ll just have to do this tomorrow.” Dick just glared angrily at the clothes, before doing as he was told. Once he’d changed, he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and tucked his knees to his chest, clearly sulking. He remained in that position the entire way home, where he stomped up to his room to take a shower.

Nothing special. Just enjoying the warmth of pee in my pants in the morning.

View File Desperation, Dancing & Wetting I purchased advertising package... So am I allowed to post my onlyfans link here ? Let me know if not... https://onlyfans.com/weedonme The content on my only fans is more extreme than what I've posted here... Of course I'll be making videos for you Omo fam, most of them will be free too. If you guys start to like me thoo I'm gonna get real creative, send me requests etc... I'll only ask for bare minimum price... Much love Submitter CapCap Submitted 05/25/2020 Category Male  

I am sharing this again as I work on the next book. I plan on getting this made into an ebook so welcome any constructive comments and hope you enjoy reading this again to refresh yourself of the story. I’ll add a chapter a night as I write the next chapters up. Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was much more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 and a half hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself: he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help because for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger first. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breathe he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could really do with that.

Okay, so this is my most ambitious story on here to date. I tried to include a lot of different things into it. Hopefully, y’all will like it. I ended up writing it on the notes app of my phone, so please don’t hate me for formatting issues or a few typos It’s pretty lengthy and think I found a few good break points. Enjoy! “Parking to Front Leader,” Liz called over the radio, channel 8. At 18, Liz was among the youngest members of the Camp Theme Park team. When she first applied for the job, she wasn’t sure exactly how it worked, but quickly made sense as her soon to be manager explained it in the interview. Basically, the theme park was built directly next to an old summer camp. Accordingly, the owners saw an opportunity, and started having their staff for the theme park live in the old camp cabins for the summer. It was a brilliant idea. Since the staff lived right next door, the hours were long, and there was rarely a day off to be had, but the money was good. Far better than most young adults would make this year. It gave Liz the feeling of having a leg up financially heading into Freshman year of college. Camp life started early, with breakfast on the mess hall tables by 6:00. Work life at the park started shortly thereafter, around 6:30 when the early birds would start trickling in. Liz was on Parking duty today, sitting in a small shed in the parking lot, collecting $5 from every car and directing them where to go. It was mindless and tedious, but not hard at all. It was a warm Spring day, warmer than it had been recently and Liz was trying to keep up on her fluids. She knew she’d have to start getting ready for the brutal summer heat, and learning to drink more water during the day was the first step. It was also the first step towards more bathroom breaks, which she was looking for at the moment. She had gone around 6:00 that morning, before breakfast. At 10:30, and 2 water bottles deep, the time to go again was approaching. “Parking to Front Lead,” she tried again on the radio channel 8. There were 4 Leads in the park; 1 for Rides, 1 for Games, 1 for Food, and Front Lead, which basically included everything else (parking, tickets, info booth, first aide station, etc.). The Leads were responsible for assigning the staff to their post for the day, getting coverage for breaks, trouble shooting any issues that arose, and essentially just making sure things ran smoothly. Liz was mostly interested in the coverage for breaks part as she tried again “Parking to Front...” “Go ahead Parking,” came her response from her annoyed sounding Lead, Shannon. “Just looking to take my morning break,” Liz answered as politely as she could. There was a particularly long pause before the radio cracked back, “copy, standby.” Standby? Like she had a choice, Liz thought. She was sitting in a 3 foot by 4 foot shed at the front of the parking lot with a pretty consistent stream of vehicles coming in now. She had absolutely nowhere to go or hide. Liz crossed her legs, thankful the uniform was relatively comfortable - short khaki shorts, light blue T-shirt with the park logo on the breast, and dark blue baseball cap with the same logo on the front, her long brunette hair in a ponytail out the back. Underneath, her choices left a lot to be desired should anyone see, which she wasn’t counting on. She had chosen plain white soft cotton panties, the kind you can buy like 20 pairs for $10. They didn’t fit perfectly, a little loose in all the wrong places, but they were cheap (important given she was a nearly broke college kid) , light (important in the summer heat), easy to clean (important given the long work hours), and overall pretty much indestructible (arguably most important since Liz used the camp laundry service. They weren’t known for being gentle on delicates.) Liz also had her name written in permanent marker across the back for the same reason. Up top, she rocked a plain black sports bra for many of the same reasons. Additionally, the color and light fabric of the uniform top left very little to the imagination. While she had a chest to be proud of, watching middle aged men oogle her all day from their car in front of wives and children just didn’t do anything for her. Liz sighed as another car pulled up. It wasn’t that she was worried about not being able to hold it. On the contrary, she’d held it much longer, and had to go far worse many times when she was in school and purposefully avoided the gross school bathrooms. It was more just the constant uncomfortable pressure that bothered her now. In school at least, she had room to move around, friends to talk to, lessons to pay attention to. Here, she had nothing and no one to distract her from her need.

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OK, it’s taken me a while to word this, but I thought I’d tell you about some experimenting I’ve been doing during the current lockdown in the UK. For a long time I have wanted to wet myself in public, but have been too scared of being caught. Now with the lockdown, there is much less risk of meeting anyone when I go out for my permitted daily walk, so I finally plucked up the courage to try it for the first time a couple of weeks ago. One night at about 9pm, I was finally ready to do it. I put on an old pair of tracksuit trousers (sweatpants as they are called in the US) and went out for my walk. Once I started to feel the need to go, I made my way to a footpath between two high hedges where I could keep a lookout and knew I wouldn’t be seen. I stopped, pulled my phone out and pretended to text someone, positioned myself, and after a few seconds began to wet myself. My boxer shorts soaked up some of the wee but quite a lot ran down my legs, where more of it was soaked up very well by my trousers. The rest ran down to my shoes, some into my socks and a little pooling on the path. I pushed myself to keep going despite it feeling unnatural, and it felt very naughty indeed wetting myself in public. Once I was done I carried on walking, feeling my wet legs cool off inside my trousers - it felt so good as it cooled off. It really was a great release and helped relax me as I have been quite anxious during the current uncertain times. I dried off a little for the remainder of my walk, then cleaned up and changed when I got home. Since that night I have done a few more wettings while on night walks, in a few different secluded locations - it’s becoming a sort of naughty game I play during the lockdown, and I enjoy it hugely.

This happened a few years ago but still turns me on when I think about it. I was on a long trip from Asia back to Europe and was lucky enough to be flying business class as I'd saved up some frequent flyer points for the upgrade. The trip was one where you had to fly two legs with a transit between them. I spent the last couple of hours of first flight holding my pee as I was planning on a bit of fun for the transit. I was travelling light with just a small backpack and wearing a nice shirt, dark blue chino shorts and boat shoes. I didn't have a change of clothes, so this was a risky game to play knowing I had another 7 hour flight to catch. The transit was three hours and I was planning on a few little leaks to pass the time. Once I got to the business class lounge, I went to the bar and ordered a large glass of wine. Then another. And then a couple of cocktails. Throughout, I was too scared to leak incase someone saw, so I continued to hold. I was now bursting so abandoned my leaking plan and headed for the toilets. What I didn't realise was there was two types of toilet, the normal ones and the fancier ones with showers inside them too. I ended up in one of the fancier ones and so found myself alone in a private locked bathroom all kitted out with towels etc. My drunken thoughts took over and I removed my shoes, walked into the shower and totally flooded my pants and shorts. It felt amazing and so naughty as I wet myself. My only option now was to take off my shirt and take a shower still wearing my pants and shorts to clean up before my next flight. I dried up as best I could but was obviously still quite damp but because it was an even dampness, no one noticed as I walked to the gate. Once on the airplane I took the provided blanket, covered myself and went to sleep happy with the fun I'd had. I was dry by the time I arrived at my destination thanks to the dry airplane air and the warm blanket. That was a fun trip and I'd love to do it again one day! Has anyone else ever had a bit of fun on a flight?

View File Tied up and desperate to pee My friends left me tied to a chair wearing nothing but my small, white briefs. As I become more and more desperate to pee, eventually I can no longer hold it and start to wet myself. Submitter wetpantsboy Submitted 05/23/2020 Category Male  

Hey guys, this is something that I've found has been happening when I smoke a particular strain of weed c. So given that I'm at the end of my university degree here and everything's moved online (including exams) I genuinely have fuck all to do but study, play video games and occasionally treat myself to a nice smoke to help me sleep. Recently I bought 1/8th of a strain called Amnesia Haze. It's a nice one that get's me quite energetic and talkative by comparison to other types. But there's one distinct feeling I get when smoking it. I very often get the feeling that my crotch and bag of my legs are kinda numb and warm, and sometimes they feel almost wet. I've found myself having to check that I've not had an accident (for the record, I've never had an accident while intoxicated) and it's kinda worrying. Luckily it's never materialised but the fear is there whenever I smoke. I'm just wondering if anyone else has experienced the same with this strain (or other strains for that matter)? And if there's anyone who knows what causes the feeling?

I have been trying to build up my courage for years to go in public and fully wet my pants. A couple weeks ago I finally got the courage to do it. I drank plenty of water and didn’t go to the bathroom for a couple hours to the point I was really desperate. I drove to a Walgreens and went straight to the diaper isle! As soon as I got there and started videoing my flood gates opened and I was soaking my jeans in the middle of a Walgreens diaper isle. There was one other lady in the isle and I’m sure she though “looks like he didn’t buy the diapers fast enough”. When I was done I walked out proudly with a smile on my face like a hero who just received his award. I said “have a goodnight” to the store clerk, and walked to my car across the parking lot. The feeling was amazing and eccentric, once to my car, my jeans were almost completely wet because the rest that was in the fabric had made its way around and spread as far as it could. It was one of the best feelings I have ever felt and I will definitely do it again! IMG_5191.MOV