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  1. ELagrange

    Soaked panties

    I have been wondering if there are any woman out there that lined the seat of their panties with toilet paper because they had a pee accident in them. I never saw any videos where it was done. Anyone aware of such cases or it being talked about in other forums? Please let us know.
  2. Small introduction (the story is below so skip this first paragraph if you’re the tl;dr type): i wrote about this a very long time ago and the story got lost. This happened in my freshman year of college when me and my girlfriend at the time were 19. I remember always wanting to see a genuine accident, and for some reason she agreed to hold it. The rules were easy: drink enough to where you have to go but not too much. Wait a little while until it gets bad, but not too bad, and then we will hangout. The other was that she has to hold it and try to hold it no matter what even if it starts to come out. Last, I’m not supposed to know when so that it seems more real. Her roommates were gone for the entire week so she had a room to herself and invited me over after drinking quite a few liquids when we ate at a dining hall. Story description starts: To start this story I had just gotten back from lunch and played a game for about a half hour. Sarah (fake name for the real girl) had texted me but I didn’t pay any mind to it. I didn’t yet know that she had planned it for that day. I showered got out and saw more texts. The first was, “hey, wanna come over?” Which was the one I ignored. The next three while I showered were, “you may want to get over here soon.” “This is getting quite urgent” “come over here or I’m going to have to go before you’re here.” Now me not knowing what she planned I didn’t know where she was going, but I texted back and headed over. I was greeted to her in a green t-shirt, and slightly dark blue jeans (not too dark). Her underwear she had on were light blue cotton panties. To give a small description she was about 5’4, had blonde wavy hair, blue eyes, and was skinny/slender. She had about B cup breasts and her but was round and protruded slightly but was not voluptuous. She was good looking. The real story begins: So, after I got there she stated, “I was really starting to have to pee and would’ve had to go if you didn’t get here. It’s getting bad.” I got excited at the idea and proceeded to follow her to her room. She locked the door. She began to pace a little around her room until she stood still at the corner edge of her bed with her legs crossed. She had tried this before and left before it got bad, but even then she had stayed in one spot for a bit and crossed her legs to hold it while it got bad. She had told me while she had crossed her legs that it’s a comfortable position for her so that she doesn’t jolt her bladder. After a few minutes she began to put her left hand on her crotch while crossing her legs (she’s a lefty) and started to state that it was getting worse. She kept trying to check her phone to text people or check Facebook so she’d keep her hand in between her legs and would walk over, cross her legs and move her legs with her knee arched in and would switch legs, and then would proceed to walk back to the same spot and cross her legs again. I could see occasionally she would begin to squeeze a tiny bit harder with her hand. She began to walk slower to check her phone and stated it wasn’t getting a bit worse. At this point it starts getting even more interesting. She seemed a bit more frozen in place and looked at me and asked, “how am I suppose to check my phone? This got really bad” and then breathed a little sharply, increased the pressure of her hand and leg slightly and looked at me. I stated, “well why not use both hands? The pressure should subside a tiny bit, then you can go over and check your phone and position yourself just like you are here.” So she put her right hand over her left and uncrossed her legs and walked over to her phone (it was about 6 feet away from where she stood so not far) and did a small dance that looked like a jog on the way over and giggled a little at what she called her own ridiculousness. She then did the same thing walking back over. She hung her head down for a second and squeezed a little harder clearly starting to feel the urgency. She told me she can’t believe she’s still holding it and felt her own bladder then told me to feel it. It was as hard as a rock almost to her belly button. That bladder was full and she looked like the pressure was intense. She crossed her leg again and stated she couldn’t really move too much anymore. As this continued she began to hunch a little more as the pressure increased. She starting having to switch hands as the pressure she was using to hold herself turned her knuckles white and when she switched hands her legs relaxed from what looked like an iron locked grip on each other. She began to hunch over slightly in a way that I could see were slight bladder spasms and her eyes would squint as she clenched and her breathing would become harder during those times. One time in particular she bent forward suddenly and exclaimed “ow ow ow!!” She had bent so suddenly she got a back cramp. I had hugged her to give back support and massaged the cramp. She said, “this is the worst I’ve had to go in my whole life” and recounted some stories of where she’s felt a bladder spasm like this but always went when they weren’t as intense because she would read and be so into the book. She then went back to staying slightly hunched over and switching her hand once in a while. The best way I could describe this is that over the course of this entire time she began to look more like a cork that was going to explode. Her leg was locked in place and her hands were white with the pressure she was putting on herself. She was giving it her all to hold it. I could tell that it was getting worse and worse. She was more quiet and stiff in her position besides her body’s movements. Her breathing began to get harsh as she bent forward again with her hand turning white. She looked at me and stated, “This isn’t going to work much longer.” She then bent forward again and I could hear her strained breathing. I asked if a little had already come out and if her underwear was wet at all and all she’s could do was shake her head slightly yes. No leaks were visible but very tiny ones had happened. I took a few steps back because I wanted to watch her whole body react to the inevitable. She stated that she literally could not move and was locked in a hunched over position. She then gasped a little and in the in between switched her hand back to her left (clearly trying to get the max pressure relief from her dominant hand) and then stayed in that hunched over position. Then she exclaims “Are you kidding me?!? I already stopped it twice!!” And I could see a drop starting to come from the back of her pants. She kept her legs crossed very tightly and continued to put pressure on her hand. It stopped for a second and then it spread more until it covered her from her butt to her feet. A puddle had started to form at her feet. Up until that point she’s kept her hand hard pressed trying to stop it. “Ew ew ew!” She exclaimed as she removed her hand clearly losing control. Then she said “I give up” because it had already come out and she wasn’t able to stop it. I thought she would’ve leaked once with how hard she was trying but I guess all that effort lead to an inevitable soft explosion instead. It didn’t come out too violently as she had tried to hold through the flood but a lot did come out in the end. She stated that she tried her absolute hardest but that it was unstoppable. She took off her pants revealing her soaked underwear and she then left and took a shower. Our afterstory remains ours after that. The last part of the deal was that after she actually succeeded in doing this then I would too to keep things “even” in a sense. My own experience was a bit interesting as well. Let me know what you think! I haven’t shared anything in a very long time, but I hope this was worth the read. I tried being descriptive even in the parts where not too much occurred. Signing Off, Cool Bro.
  3. I'm feeling slightly nostalgic this evening, possibly due to the glorious weekend weather we've had (here in the south of England at least anyway!) and as such I thought it would be an ideal opportunity to share one of my favourite ever desperate holds which resulted in a huge wetting accident. I'm in the mood to maybe have another hold this evening as it's been simply ages since I last had one. That depends how I feel over the next hour or so. Anyway here's the full story behind my wetting that day as well as a link to it if you'd like to see. Hope you all enjoy it! "I had met up with a good friend tonight at a local pub and although I had gone to the bathroom before heading out I decided that I wouldn't go to the toilet for the duration of the evening. Now to begin with this wasn't a problem and we had drunk 3 pints each without myself feeling the need to empty my bladder or use the bathroom. There was a good local band playing in the pub as well which contributed to the atmosphere and we were really enjoying ourselves. As we ordered a 4th pint each my friend told me that he would have to leave soon in order to catch the train home (he lives about a 20 minute train ride from me). This was probably just as well as mid way through my 4th pint I felt a distinct urge to go the toilet and I knew before long that due to the amount of beer I was consuming I was going to be pretty desperate soon enough (my friends don't know about my desperation fetish and I'd prefer to keep it that way!) We finished our pints and he head off back to the station and I told him that I would probably stay until closing to see the rest of the band's performance, hopefully he didn't notice me slightly squirming around in my chair as I said that. I ordered one more pint and enjoyed the band's cover of the classic Undertones track 'Teenage Kicks' all the while feeling a distinct and large growing kick of my own in my bladder which was quickly calling for release. After about 20 minutes I drained my beer saying goodnight to the local staff who know me quite well and hoped they didn't clock on to the fact that I was walking rather quickly as my desperation began to grow ever more urgent! My flat is about a 15 minute walk from the pub and I walked back quickly, occasionally grabbing my crotch as I did so as the pressure on my bladder began to increase and I realised I was at a solid 8.5 on my desperation scale and I should hurry home if I didn't want to have an embarrassing accident in the street on a Friday night. By the time I made it home and into the safety of my apartment I was clearly at a 9 and edging towards 9.5, my God did I have to pee but I decided to go onto my balcony for a cigarette ( a terrible vice of mine is that when I have a few drinks I have to have a few smokes). Going back into the cold air of a Friday night so soon after retreating to the warmth of my flat was a huge mistake and I thought I was going to lose control of my bladder there and then! I somehow managed to hold my pee, grabbing my crotch for dear life with one hand whilst the other soothed my nicotine desire as I puffed away on my cigarette. As I headed back inside and closed the balcony door behind me, I was faced with a stark choice; quickly run to the toilet to relieve my aching bladder or see my hold til the bitter end before wetting my pants. Well I'd had a few drinks inside me so I thought what the hell and decided to film my final frantic desperation. I honestly tried my best to hold my pee and ignore the frantic signals my bladder was giving me but it was no use. Within a short time, my body betrayed me and I began to feel a desperately relieving warmth spurt into my underwear and rapidly run down my legs. Oh God! The relief was incredible and so was the feeling of losing control of my bladder as I relentlessly and completely pissed myself. It just wouldn't stop! The rapidly gushing pee ran all down my legs completely soaking my pants and chinos and for over a minute and a half I emptied the contents of my bladder into my clothes. By the time I was finished, my poor chinos were just dripping with warm piss and I was just kneeling there in a huge soppy pissy puddle of my own making! Now I'm sitting back at my PC typing out the account of my evening knowing I should really go and change into some dry clothes but the feeling of sitting in my own wet soaking mess is incredible and I might just enjoy the feeling a little while longer. I can already begin to feel my bladder filling rapidly due to the amount of liquid I've consumed and I'm sorely tempted to just sit here and let nature take its course. I think by then I may have to take control of the other 'feeling' quickly growing and relieve myself of that particular tension as well. Of course that will result in a different sticky type of wetness altogether!!"
  4. This story is about the first time i witnessed a girl pee herself. Or, to correct myself, the first time i saw a girl above 18 have an accident, actually. The ones where the girl is old enough for me to allow myself to post about it... She was 18 or 19 at this point. In secondary school we were in the same class, and i remember several incidents where she got seriously desperate for the toilet back then. In high school she was in my parallell class, but we shared some subjects, though. Her name is Eva. It was the third year in high school. It all happened early in the winter, in one of the breaks. The last short break before lunch. I still remember this incident as if it was today, as it was a very memorial one. The first time i got evidance that grown up girls also have accidents every now and then. Me and a clss mate was heading towards the "smokers corner" at one of the side entrances of the high school building. Inside the building, next to the entrance i spotted Eva and another girl from a different class. They were standing there, chatting. I think Eva's friend had a crush on my class mate at this point. As we proceeded and passed them i remember that Eva was standing with her legs maybe a little unnaturally wide. I saw that she crossed them for a moment and then shifted her weight around during the 10 seconds i had her in view, before we got outside. Squirming around on the spot, which i learned was a clear sign of needing to pee. My classmate stumbled across a friend as we got outside, and they started chatting. Maybe a minute later Eva and her friend came out. They walked the 15 m down the path from the entrance door to the asphalt when Eva suddenly and bruntly stopped. She stood with her legs very tight together. Her face was troubled, and she was holding her hands against the sides of her thighs. She stood like this for some time, maybe half a minute or so. She was blocking the path for other students. Her friend had turned around and was glancing at her. They exchanged a few wods that i couldn't hear. Moments later Eva took a few steps before she once again stopped. She got completely stiff where she stood. She held her legs tight together and her face had gotten very troubled. She was wearing a long jacket that covered her jeans down to just above her knees. It was when she stood like this, apparently paralyzed, that i noticed it: Two dark spots had appeared on her jeans. Or streaks. One on each leg. On the inside of her thigh. Starting from the bottom of her jacket and ending at her knees. At first i thought it must be a shadow. I have been tricked by that before. Many times. But just a few seconds after, the streaks started growing. Eva was still standing completely stiff, and her face became even more troubled. The dark streaks were growing. They ran down the insde of both her legs. A little bit further down on the left side than on the right. This was when i realized that she was peeing in her pants. I could not believe what i was witnessing and ended up glancing quite much at her. I don't think Eva noticed. She had bigger worries now. She looked paralyzed. Eva seemed to be in her own world as she was struggleing to stop her peeing. Shortly after she proceeded towards her friend. They chatted a bit. Eva looked down on her legs. They were obvioussly wet. She looked quite dejected. And embarrassed about what just happened. But still, they both lit a cigarette. They were chatting silently. Eva seemed a little upset, glancing down on her wet pants regularly. I could not take my eyes away from her wet legs. She stood with her feet apart. She was far from happy, that was easy to see. After a couple of minutes Eva started movig a little on the spot. She squirmed around for some time. She still kept her legs apart, looking quite uncomfortsble. Eva was shifting her weight around constantly. She still needed to go, apparently. After a short while she quickly went a few meters over to a bike stand. She partially stood, partially sat, resting her bum on the baggage seat of one of the bikes parked there. She held her legs crossed at her ancles. The buttons of her jacked weren't done. Therefore her jacket slid apart, exposing the part of her jeans that had been hidden. Unfortunetely for Eva this exposed her pee stained pants completely. She was wet all the way up to her crotch. Her friend joined her and they continued chatting, finishing their cigarettes. After a minute or so Eva glanced down on her thighs. I think she now realised that her jacket had slid open, and she was exposing her accident to everyone nearby. She blushed as she realized, then she pulled her jacket together. Just seconds later it slid apart again. She quickly pulled it together again, and did the buttons. The next few minutes it was very hard for me to take my eyes away from Eva. I had seen her desperate several times in high school, but i hadn't seen her pee her pants. Not until now. Me and my friend went back inside after we had finished smoking. I went down to the hallway. Down in the hallway close to the canteen, and the toilets i spotted Eva again. She was coming from the floor upstairs, where the side entrance is. She passed me and headed directly to the ladies room. I didn't see her anymore that that day, so i guess she went home after the incident. The rest of the day i couldn't focus on anything else than Eva's pee accident. And the fact that i had experienced that witnessing pee accidents wasn't only limited to my dreams. It could happen in real life too. I had seeen some aftermaths of wettings before this, but this was the first time i witnessed the wetting itself.
  5. This is an incident i witneessed some years ago, when i was in college. It was early in june and i had just gotten back to my home town for summer holiday. I was at a shopping center, where i had been having a coffee with one of my friends. Now i was going for a round doing some purchases. But first, i went to the toilet, as per orders from my body. At this time there was toilets located in three spots at the shopping centre:A unisex and HC toilet at the first floor, male and female toilets inside a cafe in the 2nd floor, and a single HC/unisex toilet at the 2nd floor.I went for the double unisex/HC toilet at the first floor, as it was the closest one. Which turned out beeing a very good choice. As soon as i got there i spotted i girl i knew from before: Her name was Bente. I think she was around 20 years old at this point. She stood at the end of the line for the toilet. There was 6-7 people in front of her. She is an ex-girlfriend of one of my friends. The first thing i noticed was that Bente stood with her legs very tightly crossed. She was leaning her upper body slightly forward and holding a hand between her thighs. I greeted her. She replied with a single "Hi". Her face looked very uncomfortable. And her body seemed very strained. She stood completely stiff with her legs tightly crossed. One hand between her thighs and the other one she held on the side of her hip. I think she was also biting her lip. It didn't take many moments before i realized that she was really desperate for the toilet. There was a gap in the line in front of her. Just like the line had moved forward, but Bente had stayed in the same spot. She glanced towards the two toilet doors. I tried starting a conversation with her. But her replies was short. She wasn't very talkative. She looked anxious. Soon she sighed and squeezed her legs harder together. She got a frantic look in her face for a few seconds. A pee-pee urge must have hit her. She wasn't pee-pee dancing at all, she just stood completely stiff. She glanced down on her thighs for a moment, and her face filled with fear. Then she glanced towards the toilet doors again. Soon one of the toilet doors opened and a person came out. The line moved forward. Bente sighed again, as she once again squeezed her thighs hard together. Shortly after, Bente moved a few steps forward, to close the gap in the line. Maybe she did it to ensure no-one came and took her spot in the line. Or maybe she did it because she was so desperate that she had to move a bit. Her steps was quick and strained. She positioned herself with her back leant against the wall. Then she crossed her legs very tight in a quick move. I got a short glimpse of her crotch. There was no signs of wetness. Or at least not yet... It didn't take long before Bente started looking more anxious again. She squeezed her legs harder together. Then she leaned a little forward and slid her hand in-between her thighs again. For the next 2-3 minutes Bente looked more and more anxious. She squeezed her thighs harder together several times. She sighed a few times and looked generally very nervous about not being able to hold it. Then, after 2-3 minutes her behaviour changed: She sighed again, as she once again squeezed her thighs harder together. Then she moved the hand she had between her thighs further up. She was almost holding her crotch now. And her facial expression changed into panic. I think she must have realized that the line was too long for her in this situation. She wouldn't be able to hold it. She would pee herself on the spot any moment, if she stayed here any longer. After not more than half a minute in this condition i heard her say "Nei!" / "No!" silently to herself. Then she went away. She was walking fast. Her moves looked very stiff. I saw rush up the escalator nearby. She must have been heading for the toilets upstairs, at the 2nd floor. The closest one would be those inside the cafe. As i stood there in the line i wondered how it had ended. Had she been able to reach the toilet in time? Or had she started leaking before she got there? Or maybe there was a line upstairs too? I really wanted to know. It wasn't very far to the closest toilet. It was up the escalator, then around 30 meters. And at the toilet inside the cafe there was less likely to be a line, i concluded. At this point i believeed that i was never going to find out. After my toilet break i went into a shop nearby. I had the escalator in view, so i kept half an eye in that direction while looking for the items i was going to buy. Just in case i would get another glimpse of Bente. And after some minutes i spotted her again. She was halfway down the escalator when i saw her. And what i saw answered all my questions: Her jeans was wet. She had peed herself. And not just a little bit. She had had a quite big accident, i would say. She was wet from her crotch and all the way down to her shoes. The wetness covered parts of the front of her thighs and legs. Equal amounts of pee seemed to have flowed down each of her legs. But still, the huge pee stain was quite assymetrical and chaotic: She was wet on the inside of her legs all the way down. She had a huge wet patch around her crotch. And she had several wet streaks running to the sides of her thighs and legs. With several small streaks and patches scattered around. It really looked like she had peed herself while walking, judging from the shape of the wetness with all the streaks running in different directions. Or alternatively, peeing uncontrollably while desperately trying to pull down her jeans, leading to the streaks and stray patches. I couldn't resist looking at her from inside the shop as she came down. At the first floor, at the bottom of the escalator two other girls was waiting for her. I recognized them too, from the time when Bente was together with one of my mates. Maybe they had been waiting for her there all the time? I hadn't noticed them when i passed the area... As she met them i got a glimpse of her back: She was very wet on the backside of her thighs and a bit up her bum. She wad wet streaks running down her legs, below her knees. And a lot of smaller patches scattered around her bum all the way up to her waist. She had peed herself big time. The three girls stood there chatting for a minute or so. Bente looked quite embarrassed, standing there with pee-soaked jeans in public. The wetness was quite visible, even though she was wearing dark blue jeans. After a around a minute the three girls went in the direction of the exit.
  6. Just a little story about an embarrassing incident this morning. Last night a married neighbour couple came over to my house to return a lawn mower, which they'd borrowed from me. To thank me. they'd most generously brought a three litres wine-in-box. I invited them to have a taste of the wine. They are very nice people, and we had a pleasant time. Before they left, we'd drunk the greater part of the box. It was pretty late, but I thought a last glass before I went to bed would be nice. To my shame I've to admit, that it didn't stop with one glass. I was tipsy and felt at ease and thought it would be a shame to save the remaining wine, now when I felt so good. Eventually the box was empty, and a pretty sloshed girl reeled to her bedroom. I woke up early this morning. When I stood up beside my bed, I had a slight problem with my balance. I realized, that I wasn't yet quite sober. I draw the curtains and noticed, that it drizzled. I sighed. Not a nice weather to go and fetch the newspaper... As you maybe know from my stories, I live in a little country cottage of my own. To save the postman the trouble to halt at every house on his route, several postboxes use to be placed at a common place. In my case it means that I have to walk about houndred meters to get to my postbox. I was shivering from cold. My cottage was built in the year of 1763, and it could be pretty cold in the mornings, before I've made fires in the wood stoves. I put on a long oilskin coat over my pink sleeping panties and a green t-shirt, a sou'wester on my head, and a pair of rubber boots on my bare feet. At the postboxes I met a neighbour, Maria, a nice woman, who is the Secretary in the equestrian club I'm a member of. She was very eager to talk about the show jumping events, that our club was to arrange this weekend, and in which I was to participate in several classes. I hadn't yet peed and felt I really needed to. But Maria had a lot to talk about, so I pressed my thighs together and listened to her. Then I felt something warm and wet running down my left thigh. Oh, gosh! I'd started to wet myself! In front of the Secretary... I tried to hold back, to stop the flow. For a few seconds I succeeded, but it was probably only my bladder taking a short pause to get the power to push harder. Because the flow began again, this time stronger. I was getting afraid, that Maria would notice my accident any moment now. It was so embarrassing! But then I realized that my long coat and the fact, that the pee ran along my left leg, could hide it from being visible to her. I shifted my weight more to my left foot to keep the pee running down my left leg. And it did! And furthermore, it never hit the ground. It ran in to my left boot, which was steadily filled with pee! Now I only hoped. that the boot would hold all my pee... Maria went on talking, but I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying. I was busy keeping my fingers crossed for her not to notice my embarrassing predicament. I was peeing like forever! And in the meantime I got more and more aroused! I begged, that I wouldn't have an orgasm in front of the Club Secretary! I was so near now... I tried to stop the flow but to no use. Instead my effort to pinch together made me more aroused. So I have to relax and let it continue to run. "So, Vikka, darling, you'll really be a lot of help if you could help with that! Thank you so much! Now I've to run! Busy, busy! Buy, buy! See you tomorrow!" And Maria turned around and quickly walked away. Leaving me with no clue whatsoever, what she'd been talking about! But I was saved! With a deep sigh of relief I began to walk home. Pee still dripping through my panties. After two steps I halted. My left boot was completely full of pee! When I walked, it splashed over the boot brim and sounded "splosh, splosh". It both felt and sounded so funny, that I didn't bother to empty the boot until I reached my cottage. There I sat down on the veranda bench and pulled off the boot. Although a lot had splashed out on the way, there was a considerable amount of pee left. I unbuttoned my coat and poured the pee on my legs. It felt nice! I spilled the last ounce over the crouch of my panties. Which did it! That'll say, it triggered a huge orgasm, making me shriek of pure pleasure and bounce up and down on the bench! Never say it isn't a delight to fetch one's morning paper.
  7. I was coming home from a long day at work planning on wetting myself when I got home so I Haddent peed all day waiting to get home to just let it all rush out and into my pants and down my legs it was 6:30ish and my desperation scale was at about a 8/10 I was a big fidgety trying to hold it in alresdy. It was a warm summers evening and I had my windows down letting the breeze flow through the car, I was wearing my black work pants and black work shoes, being I was on my way home from work. I decided to stop by the dollar general to grab a soda and some snacks for the night and kinda let my bladder get as full as it can, inside my neighbor was grabbing some things and her and I have been friends for years, she knows about my fetish and she is into it too being that we have both peed for each other in the past, she saw me and ran and hugged me. She started talking and talking and before I knew it, it was 7:10 almost an hour had passed and we were still talking, I was at about a 9.5/10 and not in starting to hold myself and cross my legs to keep from peeing my pants in the middle of the store, she could tell I was in need of a bathroom and she was starting to get turned on by my desperation. She asked if I was okay and gave me this smirk like she use to do before she would pee herself. I told her I would be fine if she would let me go (I really wouldn't be fine, there was no way I would make it home having to go this bad) she said she would let me go and we said our goodbyes, as we said goodbye she whispered in my ear I miss the old days (knowing what she was talking about I told her to text me and we would do it again one day) after she walked away I was desperate to find a bathroom there was no way in hell I could make it home, I figured I'd do it another day. I went to the back and the men's were out of order and the ladies was occupied, at this point I didn't care what gender bathroom I was going into. I knocked and I heard just a second, about 3 minutes later I knocked again and she said I'm almost finished, i am now bouncing up and down doing the "pee pee dance".. I get a text and its from my neighbor asking if I found a bathroom yet and I said yes but it is occupied, she replied with aw that sticks, better not wet your pants. After I read that I heard a voice from inside go it would be ashame if you wet your pants. I knew it was her at this point making me suffer.. I told her it wasn't funny that I was seriously about to flood my work clothes. I heard the door unlock and she opened it and said only way I was coming in is if she got to stay and watch. Now normally I would have said no but I was so desperate 10/10 to go I said f*ck it and rushed in, I lifted the toilet seat when she closed the door and came up behind me and pulled me away from the toilet and said piss your pants, kinda confused I asked why, she said for old times sake, you're wearing black nobody will notice, so I did for her wouldn't be the first time and wouldn't be the last, I just released all my piss into my work clothes and onto the floor it created a huge puddle all around my feet, my neighbor then Came onto me and and started rubbing my crotch and kissing me, we left the store and I met her at her house where we made love through the night. (Now I Haddent met the girl from my previous stories at this time! I'm not a cheater just to Clearify) Thanks for reading another wetting experience, I am going to have to start wetting more often so I have more stories I am running out of ones worth telling!
  8. A simple question really. What has been your best ever wetting experience? This could be a personal wetting that you had, or your partners, or one you witnessed which has stayed with you for a long time. It could even be a clip you saw online. Personally, my best ever wetting experience was a very long desperate hold I did over a year ago after meeting a friend for a few drinks at a local pub. I never planned to have a hold that night, so in a way the spontaneity of the whole event made it even more special. To cut a long story short, I met up with a friend to have some drinks and watch some live music yet it turned out to be one of the most incredible, wet and arousing experiences of my whole life. I ended up drinking far more than I had planned and staying out much later as well which ended in a very desperate walk back to my flat which resulted in a huge accident which I recorded as by that stage I was feeling drunk and naughty enough to do so!) To this day, I don't think I'll ever have another experience like it but my God it was a great night. Here's the link to the film I recorded together with a more detailed backstory of just what occurred that night...!
  9. This is my first post on this website, I've been reading this forum for a while so I decided to make an account and contribute! I'm going to be writing about how I got started with this fetish and share some of my experiences that I believe led to it. My earliest memory of really enjoying pee accidents was when I was about 4 years old. I used to watch a cartoon called Maisy in the mornings, it was on at about 6AM so I would watch it on my own. Each episode was only about 5 minutes long. There was this one episode that I remember watching where Maisy and her friend Cyril are playing together in a sandbox and Cyril has an accident. You can see the sand beneath him getting darker and he gets upset and has to change into new clothes. I don't think I was sexually aroused by it but I certainly enjoyed it, and I continued watching the show way past the point where I was too old for it in the hope that they would someday repeat that episode. When I was around 5 years old and my little sister was 3, we had this circular plastic stool with a hole in the middle that my Dad used to stand on when he was doing house work. We used to take the stool behind a bush in our garden and sit on it and pee. We thought it was really cool because our pee streams would go directly through the hole in the middle and the stool wouldn't get pee on it. My sister got bored of this and decided it was gross after a while, but I was always curious and I would often go and hide in the garden and do a wee on the stool. I'm pretty certain my parents never found out. I can't remember experiencing someone having an accident at Primary school (1st-5th grade for Americans, Years 1-6 for everyone else) although one day a rumour went around school that a girl in the classroom next door to my class had wet herself in class. I think I was aout 8 years old at the time and I spent all lunchtime trying to find her to see her wet pants (not realising that she probably went home) and looking in the classroom windows trying to find evidence of a puddle. I didn't find anything, but I'll never forget how excited I was about it happening. A bit later on when I was 10 years old I had this friend who was really strongly religious. My family had never followed a religion so I didn't know what her life would be like, but her Dad was very strict. One day we went to her church, which was also a school, and we just had to wait there for a few hours while her Dad did something. About an hour after we arrived we were playing on the playground when all of a sudden she stopped and sat down. I thought she was just resting but she wouldn't even make eye contact with me. I asked her what was wrong and she said "I really need to go wees". As soon as she said that, my 10 year old mind went crazy, but I suggested that we go and find a toilet. She said that they were all locked and her Dad wouldn't give us the key because she should have gone at school. I thought that was weird but I just went along with it. We walked around for a bit and she kept stopping and crossing her legs every few minutes. Eventually we reached the edge of the grounds, we were behind the school buildings and it was kinda scary. All of a sudden she stopped and grabbed her crotch. I was so excited by this, I asked her what was wrong and she said "I just weed in my pants a little bit". She sounded close to tears but I was getting to excited, it was hard to hide it. Then she told me not to look (of course I didn't listen) and she turned her back to me, pulled her trousers down, squatted over the dirt ground and peed. She had light pink knickers and I could see a large wet spot on them where she had started to have an accident. The sound of her pee hitting the ground and the puddle it made got me so excited. As she was finishing peeing, I turned back around and a few seconds later she joined me and we went back to the playground. I didn't actually talk to her much after that, strange. Shortly after that I made the connection that I really enjoyed seeing people wet themselves. I wanted to try it myself but I was hesitant because I didn't want to get caught. I first wet myself on purpose when I was 11 years old. I was swimming in a pool at a local primary school, my family were the only people there. I told my Dad I was going to look around the school and then I went off and found a reasonably secluded place, a wooden deck outside a classroom. My bladder was really full but I was nervous and it was hard to start peeing. But when I did, oh my god it felt so good. I watched the yellow puddle forming at my feet and the warm pee streaking down my legs and my private parts felt all tingly, I was dying to touch myself 'down there' for some reason (I hadn't discovered masturbation yet) but I didn't because I didn't want to touch my pee (weird, huh?). I also noticed that my nipples were hard and you could see them pretty clearly against my bathing suit, I was pretty embarrassed by them so I waited for them to go down and my bathing suit dried while I was waiting. My family didn't notice anything but as I was taking of my bathing suit I noticed that there was this clear, slippery fluid in the crotch area. I kinda ignored it at the time, but I certainly know what it was now ;) My next experience is probably the most arousing experience that has ever happened to me. I was waiting at the bus stop after school with my best friend when we were 12 years old. The bus took about 40 minutes to arrive so we would usually just sit around and talk while we waited. We were just talking as usual for about 30 minutes, but 10 minutes before the bus was supposed to arrive she started crossing her legs and bending at the waist and she told me that she was busting for a wee. It seemed to come on so suddenly, she must have been holding it for a while before she said anything. Our school was just across the road, which would usually have been great except the toilets were probably already locked for the night and even if they were unlocked she probably wouldn't be able to make it there and back before the bus arrived. She was getting really desperate and pacing back and forth constantly. Suddenly she stopped and said "Can you see anyone coming?" I told her that I couldn't and then she told me to stand back. I was confused why but then she lifted her skirt up and I realised why. She was about to have an accident. I saw a small wet patch on her pink knickers, and then she released the flood. She peed a strong stream straight onto the pavement. Small dribbles ran down her legs but she didn't seem to notice them, she just covered her face. When she had finished there was a huge puddle on the ground. She looked kind of embarrassed but not as much as I though she would be. I didn't say anything as she took of her knee high socks, wiped her legs with them, put the in her school bag and put her shoes back on without any socks. You wouldn't have noticed anything unusual unless you saw her wet knickers under her skirt. Minutes later, the bus pulled up and we got on. No one even noticed.I was shaking the whole way home, I could hardly talk. I was so shocked by how good watching her have an accident felt. I still didn't understand sexual arousal. When I got home, I got straight into the shower. I felt dirty somehow, I felt like there was something I had to do, I didn't feel satisfied somehow. I felt really weird for a few days after this incident, my friend told me to next day how she had to wear culottes rather than her skirt (we had a uniform) because her Mum was washing her skirt and she pointed out as we were waiting at the bus stop that the puddle was gone. After that, she said nothing else about it. Five years later, we're still best friends and she still hasn't mentioned it again. Shortly after this I began getting more and more curious about why exactly it made me feel that way. The next year, when I turned 13 I decide to search up some stories. I looked on Yahoo Answers (I don't even know why) and the were some stories that people had shared about wettings they had experienced. I got that tingly feeling in my private parts again, so I waited until I was home alone and then I tried touching myself. I just kind of pressed down with my hand and it felt to good. I had never experienced anything so good before. I did that for about 6 months, I never reached orgasm. One day when I was home sick from school, I decided to see if there were any videos on Youtube of people wetting themselves. There were heaps. I spent the morning watching them, the tingles were stronger than ever so I had to keep rubbing myself to make them go away. I started to get bored because it felt good but it just wasn't as good. I kept stroking it for about 5 minutes (until the video ended) and then I stopped. I felt unsatisfied but I also felt guilty because I didn't feel like I was supposed to be touching myself in that kind of way. About an hour later I felt like I was hungry for something, but not food. So I sat back down and started watching the video again. I stroked myself again, and it felt so good, I just wanted more and more. So I rubbed more firmly. I could feel something building up inside of me and I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or cry and I kinda felt like I was about to pee. All of a sudden this shock jolted through my body. It felt so good I couldn't even handle it, but I was also really scared. I jumped up and backed away from the computer. I thought I had accidentally knocked a plug out of the computer and gotten an electric shock, but I checked and all the plugs were fine. I was so confused. I still kinda felt like I had to pee, so I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Then I looked down at my knickers and there was this small puddle of liquid in them. I smelt it and realised it wasn't pee. I touched it and it was slimy, it was the same stuff I had found in my bathing suit that day at the pool. And then I realised what had happened. I'd had an orgasm. All those overheard conversations in the girls bathroom at school made sense now. I felt so relieved. All the rest of the day I felt like I was keeping a dirty little secret from the world. In bed that night I masturbated again and I orgsmed almost instantly. From then on, I spent every moment I could watching pee videos, reading stories online. Anything, it just made me feel so good. When I was 14 I decided to try wetting myself on purpose. I waited until I was home alone and then I put some light denim shorts on and stood in the bath and wet myself. It was really hard to start at first but once I got going it felt sooooo good. I actually videoed it on my old digital camera, I'm pretty sure I still have the file somewhere but I'm not going to upload it because I'm paranoid about it somehow getting to my family, my bathroom is very recognisable. Since then I have had many more pee experiences, I would write about them now but I've been working on this for a couple of days now and I just don't really feel like writing any more to be completely honest. I also have a few fiction stories that I've written over the last few years about desperation/accidental wetting and I'm happy to post those if anyone wants to read them (if they get approved!). Thank you very much for reading my first post and I hope to contribute more to this fantastic website in the near future :)