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  1. This Party’s A Dump! A story request for Asperman1 “Hey! I told you kids to get lost!” Jasmine turned her head toward the direction of all the yelling. Seeing a pair of security guards stopping three college delinquents from trespassing the property. “Hey fuck you asshole! Do we look like children?!” One of the youngsters yelled back as he ran away with his friends in tow. There’s always punks trying to sneak into celebrity events for whatever reason, usually troublesome college dropouts. Such as the case for the high brow pool party that Jasmine and her film director husband Rick were invited to. Of course it wasn’t a typical pool party. This party carried a honorary maternity theme for fashion stars and divas much like herself, as Jasmine was pregnant with twins. “Watch your step hun,” Rick told her, supporting her up the stairs leading into the mansion hosting said gathering. Jasmine climbed carefully to not harm her beloved twins in her and managed well thanks to her husband. “Thank you sweetie,” Jasmine told Rick. “My pleasure as always, shall we?” Rick motioned toward the front door. Jasmine nodded and the two entered. The mansion wasn’t worth noting in either of their minds as they walked to the other end, just another typical fancy mansion owned by people of high society. In short, expensive but luxurious. Luckily the party would be outside in the large backyard and pool out in the grace of the sun, with a nearby forest to provide needed shade. There were the usual set pieces of a party strewn across the yard. Tables and chairs with silverware and the like, music playing from the patio. It was very pristine. The two were immediately greeted by fellow colleagues and fashion stars, many pregnant themselves but not all. Jasmine has been to many parties like this in the past but this time felt different, due to her special cargo and the theme. Although her twins weren’t the only reason her stomach was extended. The festivity started with an Introductory speech by the host of the party, Ms. Howard of the Hollywood administration, thanking the attendees for coming and honoring the joys of maternity. Jasmine can tell from the passion in her voice that she is someone who has a natural born caretaker like personality. Very warm and welcoming. Sadly she couldn’t focus as stomach cramps attack her mercilessly during the presentation, caused by something deep within her digestive tract. Jasmine had been into the obscure panty poop fetish and wanted to have an ‘accident’ for the past few days, preparing by using her food cravings to make a huge load. However this plan backfired as it unintentionally constipated her. This means that by the time of the current party, an extraordinary amount of waste has been stuck inside her gathering mass. logs and logs of poop were collecting itself with little remaining patience. It had gotten to the point of even blocking up her whole bladder, engorging on hot piss with nowhere to release said piss. This excessive waste have been enlarging both her bowels and her bladder to an absurd degree for days, shown off externally by Jasmine’s extended belly. Now it was becoming uncomfortable being bloated for this long. Made worse by Jasmine’s pregnancy, normally her twins would influence her bodily functions to act more aggressively and make her use the bathroom more frequently. This and her unfortunate constipation have not mixed well at all for these past few days, though the cramps have mercilessly been minimal. Jasmine even contemplated the possibility that she might end up having a full blown accident right here at the party. but at this point she didn't care now, she would do anything to be free from the excessive guttural cramping. Regardless, both Jasmine and Rick did their best to enjoy the party, and converse with many famous personalities. People held their conversations to the usual topics and occasional gossip. While the attendees were mostly fashion stars, quite a few Hollywood and internet types were also present. Although strangely enough, there were many maintenance people here too. They were under the host’s employ and were just minding themselves, why? Jasmine couldn’t fathom their presence. As the party carried on, Jasmine could feel her bloated innards' contents slosh inside. It was an strange experience that was sadly not worth the bloating. While Rick would talk to actors and actresses that he worked with before, Jasmine contented herself with her fellow fashion models. The maternity theme worked in Jasmine’s favor surprisingly, as she was alongside trusted friends who were also pregnant like her. This made Jasmine feel more relaxed and opened up about her current situation to her close colleagues. “Oh yeah I’ve had a few moments like that already,” Marcy said, a fellow fashion star on the rise and a friend to Jasmine. “Really, you too?” Jasmine asked surprised. “Oh yeah. When I had my first kid, I couldn't stop pissing and shitting myself all the time. Believe me I tried not to, but I only ended up burning though tons of panties," Marcy admitted without any hint of embarrassment. "Why didn't you try diapers?” asked another friend, Anika. She was someone who would be a professor for her book-smarts if she wasn’t already a famous voice actress. "I did thought of it, but personally not my style. Not dunking on those who do use them though, had a friend like that growing up. It is what it is," Marcy responded. "Well I can't get a diaper right now," Jasmine said. “Well you don't really need one in all honesty," Anika said matter-of-factually. "In fact It is very common the world over, it's not even out of the ordinary to have an accident out in the open you know?” Jasmine raised her eyebrow, “An accident? In the open? You don’t mean-” “Peeing and pooping yourself in front of the public?” Marcy interjected. “Well… yes,” Jasmine answered feeling a little embarrassed. “I mean, I know it isn’t unusual to sometimes wet or mess yourself. It’s well known to happen all the time and is generally accepted as a part of everyday life. But in public? With people watching…” “Yeah well, it's actually way more common than you think. Especially if someone was experiencing internal problems or pregnant. In your case, you’ve got both problems under her belt,” Anika revealed. “Oh? Is that why...?” Jasmine asked, referring to the maintenance folks nearby. “Yep, the host Ms. Howard did her homework.” Anika said, with Marcy nodding in agreement. Knowing these facts helped alleviate some of the worries she held in her head. However during their conversation, Jasmine's accumulated filth was now once again attempting to push out deep inside her. Her insides were so engorged by her waste inside, that it was begging to be emptied just to revert back to normal size. Both her bowels and her bladder wanted this nonsense to end just as much as Jasmine. This time, her constipation was still in full effect, but not as strongly as before. Her stubborn anus was beginning to weaken. Jasmine began to blush and outwardly show the first signs of panic, as she began to fully realize what might happen at any moment. Though as if the universe had a coincidental sense of timing, someone else was about to beat her to the finish line. Hearing a strange sound behind her, Jasmine and her colleagues turned to the source. Only to see a well known actress nearby had begun crying as she soiled herself out of nowhere. Her pants were swelling up as her underwear was filled with poop. Guess the food didn’t agree with her at all. While the actress was helped out by her friends as well as Ms. Howard as maintenance workers stood by in support, the event had stirred Jasmine’s anus to accelerate it's weakening state. Any moment now, what has happened will be repeated by Jasmine, only 5x worse. “You're at your limit, aren’t you?” A familiar voice spoke. Jasmine Identified it as her husband, who was checking on her. “Is it that obvious?” Jasmine asked. “Kind of, you're not being subtle Jasmine,” Marcy said. “It's about to come out at any moment, and I can tell there’s a lot in me,” Jasmine admitted to her close circle. “Yeah, I figured it was gonna be big. You were going to shit yourself when you got constipated weren’t you?” Ricked asked, knowing full well the answer. Jasmine nodded which made Rick smile. ‘Of course,’ he thought, Jasmine’s always up to something dirty. “You know it’s ok to let it all go, no one will think less of you if you do,” Anika said supportingly. “Maybe, but even then it still feels embarrassing. I don’t even know if I even can,” Jasmine said. “Nonsense. I can tell whatever you have in you will break though if you give a good push. So go ahead and let her rip,” Rick encouraged. “Are you sure?” Jasmine asked, feeling her waste moving once again. Almost as if it was motivated by Rick’s words. Everyone around her smiled including Rick “Hon, you’ve been really struggling for a while and I can’t stand it. I got you back all the way. Besides, I've seen it all already. Do your worst.” Rick’s approval was all Jasmine’s body needed to beat the blockage. Her body automatically made a concerted effort to push as hard as it can to get her shit and piss out. Suddenly Jasmine could feel a massive hot mass instantly fill her underwear in mere seconds. At long last she was pooping. Yet she had only just begun and her panties were already full, that didn't bother the poop still plopping into it. Even though Jasmine was wearing a long dress, everyone around her could clearly hear and definitely smell what was happening in her panties. Her bowels deflated along with her belly just as her underwear did the exact opposite, filling up with huge logs of shit while Jasmine was overcome by the nectar of relief. Shortly after the bladder finally was unclogged too, resulting with a violent stream of hot pee jetting out into her poopy panties. The piss soaked all the poop making it even wetter than it already was, while also pouring down Jasmine's legs into the puddles below with a loud hiss. Rick meanwhile held his wife’s hand to keep her at ease, calling for the attention of the clean up boys. Mere seconds after the pooping began, Jasmine’s underwear was completely destroyed. The seat, rear, front, the whole of the fabric was ruined by either her nasty crap or her piss. In fact the undies couldn’t take it as it dragged down to the ground as its excessive contents spilled out ceaselessly. That’s when Jasmine’s ears picked up the sound of poop again, but not from herself. Given the sheer scale of her ‘little’ accident must have made other watchers poop their pants. A quick glance around her revealed some of her fellow stars had the same face she had right now. Another glance showed some wetting themselves as well, with wet blotches forming on their pants and skirts. Quite the situation this was becoming for her. Whether or not they were peeing or pooping intentionally or not was beyond Jasmine’s capacity, especially since she was still busy emptying herself from both ends herself. She could only guess how bad everyone else was doing. Some might have big lumpy bulges while others had plump wet mush in their panties. Some might had some pee come out while others drenched their dresses full stop. Jasmine would never know the extent of everyone else's accidents. Thinking this way was utterly embarrassing yet satisfying for Jasmine, feeling her evacuation continuing for what seemed never ending. She didn’t want to acknowledge her shit in between her legs where her undies were now being buried under. Nor did she want to admit to all the pee all over her legs and soaked shoes and socks. The smell didn’t help matters as it grew fouler with every stool that came out of her. Suddenly with a loud snap and slimy plop, her poopy panties broke under the weight and fell with its load onto the growing pile on the ground below her. Still she wasn’t done as she continued pooping and peeing, forming a small sloppy mountain below her. After another minute it finally ended for Jasmine with a final tinkle of pee dribbling onto the pile below. “Finished?” Rick asked. Jasmine nodded grateful, yet still embarrassed for how awful the mess she made was. Panting she was nervous over how bad the pile under her was. In realty it was truly a mountain of poop towering from the ground. logs lying on top one another, one could mistaken this load for an elephant's. Covered and surrounded by a sea of pee that acted as the icing on the shit cake. Somewhere buried in that pile was Jasmine's former panties, surly to be lost forever forgotten. But at least her bowels and bladder were finally empty and calm, no more bloating. Even Jasmine's stomach had shrunken quite a bit. “My my, someone really had to go did they?” A voice asked from afar. Both Jasmine and Rick turned to see Ms. Howard smiling at them. Rick nodded back and pointed to the ground to give emphasis to the extent of what Jasmine had done. “Oh dear, well don’t worry friends. I had prepared for something like this given the theme, you really can’t help it when you have precious cargo sometimes,” The host assured, just as the maintenance workers arrived to start the clean up. Jasmine and Rick walked over to Ms. Howard to extend their apologies. “No worries friends. Let my workers take care of the mess, I’m paying them extra for working today for this reason. While they do that, go ahead to the second floor bathroom. There’ll be spare panties and cleaning wipes waiting for you to use at your leisure. Don’t worry about the others either, they will be taken care of too,” Ms. Howard graciously offered to the couple. “Thank you so much, I owe you one,” Jasmine said, grateful for the host’s hospitality. “You don’t owe me anything daring, just take care of yourself ok?” The host smiled. After this exchange, the two headed back indoors to clean up. Jasmine felt much better after unleashing her load and was glad to get it all out. Shame for what happened to her underwear, oh well. Going up the stairs, she noticed a portrait on the wall that was very telling. Ms. Howard and her late husband, and their five kids. Of course she’s a caretaker, she too had seen it all. As for Marcy and Anika, they only sighed to themselves at their table. “You think she’ll be ok?” Anika pondered. “Oh yeah. Rick will take care of Jasmine, she’s very lucky to have him. Let alone having a kid together.” “Very true. At least we’re used to it,” Anika mused. Marcy agreed as the both of them had something warm and mushy in their undies. A plump bulge stained brown sat in their panties, the poop nestled happily inside without resistance. Well they weren't planning on doing such a thing, but Jasmine shouldn’t have all the pleasure of relief. Later on Jasmine and Rick would rejoin them and enjoy the rest of the party joyfully. Looking back, Jasmine learned to laugh off this misadventure fondly, even sharing it to other women like herself. *** “Goddamn this party’s literally a dump,” A voice said, silent and sneaky. With all the commotion going on, trespassers were afoot in the form of the college delinquents from earlier. They had stealthily used the forest next by to get closer to the property. While they were here to try to ‘misplace’ some booze, they too were distracted by the little incident. They were certainly close enough to smell everything that happened. By the time they refocused, they’re window of opportunity was long gone. The extra commotion would make it much harder to infiltrate the party without being caught. “Shit, we need to bail. We’ll have to try someplace else,” The delinquent leader said. “And at another time, I need to head back to the campus pronto,” another voice said. The two punks discussed their future plans while the third member remained distracted, still watching the party until one of them got their attention. “Hey Avery, you alright?” The leader asked. “Oh yeah, it’s just the smell is unbearable,” she said. “Heh, yeah I agree. Let’s bolt before the stench knocks us all out,” The leader said. “You’ll be okay on your own?” He asked his partners in crime. Both nodded confidently and with that, the trio split into their own destinations, sneaking off back into the forest. Avery however waited till the others were gone and looked back at the scene before leaving. The messy fashion star was heading inside and the staff had already cleaned up half of the mess on the back lawn. In contrast to what Avery had said a minute ago, she took in a good whiff of the stink in the air with awakened vigor. The reason was not because of what the woman did, but what Avery did. Walking past the pine trees and thick shrubs Avery found herself a secluded spot in the woods. After a quick check to make sure she was alone, she reached over to her butt and dipped her hand into her jeans, feeling something warm and firm inside her underwear. Seeing the celebrity shit herself like that, made something in Avery’s mind click. Before Avery knew what was happening, her body automatically relaxed and poop plopped out into her panties right on the spot. Two slimy logs found themselves settled in her pants without resistance of any kind. Avery didn’t even push the logs out of her, they just slid out freely. Of course the others didn’t notice, not with the spectacle already on display, plus they wouldn’t tell her stink from the celebrity. Avery never had pooped her pants before in her life, yet it felt oddly satisfying. Feeling her waste in her undies, she was wondering why she never tried this before. Despite this, she hadn’t actually emptied herself fully yet. With no one around, Avery felt curious and didn’t mind finishing what she started right here in the forest. Undoing her jeans, Avery gave a slight push to let the rest of her shit know it was okay to come out. Wet sloppy noise ripped from her butt as brown shit began filling her dirty underwear yet again. Softer and mushier than her previous logs, her fresh poop filled her panties quickly, her logs being buried by the squishy mush. Her load was not as ridiculously big as that fashion star, but her underwear was quite heavy and bulging by the time Avery was done pooping. Though sadly her bladder wasn't full of pee at the moment, a missed opportunity for sure. “Ahhh,” Avery happily sighed, smelling the odor of her poop. Pulling her pants back up, her load squished against her ass being confined by her jeans. Feeling her soft crap nuzzle her ass cheeks was beginning to turn her on. With that dirty thought in mind, Avery started heading back to her dorm, eager to ‘explore’ more in private. Every step she took squashed her poop more onto her butt, and thus made her crotch wetter. The others might have left empty handed, but Avery certainly didn’t, not by a long shot. The End
  2. I decided to write this story because I always liked Lisa Cuddy in „House MD” and I was making fantasies of her wet accidents. Well, english is not my mother tongue and I’m not really experiemced writer, but I hope that You’ll like the story anyway. I also slightly used the story of Cuddy’s and House’s romance, but it’s not very important in the whole story. Cuddy had been dreading this day for weeks. Her annual full bladder ultrasound was scheduled for today, and she knew what that meant. She would have to drink an absurd amount of water and then hold it until the technician was ready to perform the ultrasound. It was never a pleasant experience, but this year she was feeling particularly anxious. She got up early, feeling groggy from a restless night's sleep. As she stumbled into the kitchen, she saw the note on the counter reminding her to drink at least 1.5 liters of water before leaving the house. She groaned inwardly, knowing that this was going to be a long day. After forcing down the first glass of water, she called House to let him know about her appointment. "Good luck with that," he teased. "Try not to lose control too early." Cuddy rolled her eyes, knowing that he was just trying to get a rise out of her. She hung up the phone and tried to focus on getting through the rest of her water. By the time she finished her last glass, her stomach was uncomfortably full and she could feel the pressure building in her bladder. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door, making her way to the clinic. Cuddy arrived at the clinic 20 minutes before her scheduled examination, feeling the urge to relieve her full bladder. As she checked in at the front desk, she tried to discreetly adjust her posture to alleviate the pressure building in her lower abdomen. To her dismay, the receptionist informed her that there was a problem and the examinations were running behind schedule. Cuddy tried to remain calm and asked how long the delay might be, but the receptionist could only offer a vague estimate. As she waited in the crowded waiting room, Cuddy felt her bladder becoming increasingly full and uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat, crossed and uncrossed her legs, and even tried to distract herself by reading a magazine, but nothing could take her mind off the pressing need to urinate. She checked her watch every few minutes, willing time to move faster, but it seemed to crawl by. As the minutes turned into hours, Cuddy began to worry that she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. As Cuddy waited in the clinic's waiting room, she could feel the growing pressure on her bladder. Her skintight white jeans made matters worse as they pressed on her belly. She shifted in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but nothing seemed to alleviate the pressure building up inside her. Time passed slowly, and the progress in line was very lazy. After an hour and a half since her arrival, Cuddy asked a nurse what was going on. The nurse informed her that everything was late, and she just had to wait for her turn. Cuddy's heart sank at the news as she knew that she needed to pee extremely bad right now. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to hold it. To make matters worse, the nurse was very rude when Cuddy asked about the delay. The nurse informed her that she needed to have a full bladder during the examination, and if she lost it, she would have to clean it up herself. Cuddy couldn't believe how impolite the nurse was, but she couldn't concentrate on it for longer as her own needs were very pressing at the moment. Cuddy tried to hold on, crossing her legs tightly, and clenching her muscles, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She was afraid that any sudden movement or even a sneeze might be enough to make her lose control. Cuddy was in agony, and the thought of having to clean up after herself if she lost control was too much to bear. Cuddy was at her wit's end. Her bladder felt like it was going to burst. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity. She was squirming in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but there was none. Her jeans were pressing against her bladder, making it even harder for her to hold on. She glanced at the clock and realized she had been waiting for an hour and forty-five minutes. She couldn't take it anymore. As she shifted in her seat, she felt a sudden spurt of urine escape. She gasped and quickly covered her crotch with her hands. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but thankfully, nobody seem to notice anything. Cuddy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew she had to hold on for a little while longer. She couldn't let all her efforts go to waste. She tried to distract herself by focusing on something else, but her bladder was screaming for relief. She shifted in her seat again and felt another spurt escape. This time, she couldn't hold it back. A small wet spot appeared on her jeans, and she knew she was in trouble. Cuddy's desperation had reached its peak. She had been holding her pee for over three hours in total, but the clinic's delay had pushed her bladder to its limit. She tried to stay calm and collected, but her body had other plans. She felt her bladder spasm, and before she could react, a warm surge of urine burst out of her. She gasped in shock as she felt the wetness spread across her crotch and thighs. Her skintight white jeans were quickly saturated, and the urine began to seep through the fabric, leaving a telltale yellow stain and pouring on couch that she seated on. She immediately got up with panic and then she started to feel the liquid running down her legs, pooling at her feet, and spreading across the floor. It was as if a dam had burst inside her, and there was no stopping the flow. Cuddy's face flushed with embarrassment as she looked around the waiting room, hoping no one had seen what had just happened. But there was no hiding the evidence - the couch beneath her was soaked through, and a large puddle of urine was forming on the ground around her. She tried to take a step forward, but her jeans were so heavy with urine that they clung to her legs, making it difficult to move. She felt humiliated, trapped in a body that had betrayed her. She tried to control the flow, but it was like trying to hold back a tidal wave. The sensation was overwhelming - the warmth of the urine against her skin, the sound of it splashing onto the ground, the acrid smell of urine filling the air. She felt helpless, exposed, and utterly ashamed. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, in such a public place, with no way to hide it. Cuddy's mind raced with thoughts of how she could escape this situation, but she knew there was no way out. She was trapped, both physically and emotionally, by the puddle beneath her feet. She felt like she had lost control of her body and her dignity, and there was nothing she could do about it. Cuddy could hear whispers and muffled giggles from the other women in the waiting room. She knew that they were talking about her, and the thought made her feel even more mortified. She could feel her face flushing with embarrassment, and she tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone in the room. The sound of a woman on the phone made Cuddy feel even worse. She could hear herspeaking loudly, telling someone about what had just happened. "Some idiot just totally peed herself in the waiting room. Oh my god." the woman said, and Cuddy felt like she was going to die of shame. She felt like a child who had wet her pants, but she knew that she was a grown woman who should have been able to control her bladder. She wished that she could just disappear, or that the floor would open up and swallow her whole. But instead, she was standing in a puddle of her own urine, feeling exposed and humiliated. Cuddy wanted to explain herself, to tell the other women that this wasn't her fault, that she had been waiting for hours and couldn't hold it any longer. But she couldn't bring herself to speak. She just stood there, feeling like a complete and utter failure. As the minutes ticked by, Cuddy began to feel even more uncomfortable. Her soaked jeans were starting to feel cold and heavy, and the smell of urine was becoming overpowering. She wanted to leave the waiting room and go home, but she knew that she had to stay and face the consequences of her accident. „There is no point in doing ultrasound when you don’t have full bladder. You have to clean the mess you made, lady.” Cuddy felt a sense of utter defeat as the nurse spoke those words to her. The embarrassment and shame she had felt just moments ago had intensified tenfold. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She had always been in control, but now, in this moment, she felt like she had lost all control of her body and her life. As she looked around the waiting room, she could see the judgmental glances of the other women. She could hear their whispers and snickers behind her back. The weight of their judgment felt crushing, and she couldn't help but feel like she had become the butt of their jokes. The nurse handed her some cleaning supplies and told her to get to work. Cuddy could feel her face turning red with shame as she began cleaning up the mess she had made. She scrubbed and wiped, trying to make the evidence of her humiliation disappear. But no matter how hard she tried, the stain on her jeans and the puddle on the cocuh remained, a reminder of her failure. She couldn't believe that she had let this happen. How could she have lost control like that? The thoughts raced through her mind, each one more humiliating than the last. As she finished cleaning, the nurse informed her that she could reschedule her examination for another day. But Cuddy didn't want to come back here, not after what had happened. She just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible, to escape the judgmental eyes of the other women and the reminder of her humiliating accident. With a heavy heart, Cuddy gathered her things and left the clinic. She felt like she had lost a part of herself, like the woman who had walked into the clinic earlier that day was no longer there. All that was left was a shell of a person, filled with shame and humiliation. Cuddy felt so embarrassed as she walked back home. She couldn't believe what had just happened to her. The warm wetness on her skin, the sound of her urine hitting the ground, and the smell of urine all around her made her feel so ashamed. She couldn't stop thinking about what the other women in the waiting room were saying about her. When she arrived home, House was there, and as soon as he saw her, he knew something had happened. He immediately asked her what was wrong, and she told him everything. He listened to her story with a mixture of concern and amusement. He felt bad for her, but he couldn't help teasing her a little. As she finished her story, House couldn't resist making a joke, "It's a pity I couldn't see that, Cuddy. It must have been quite a sight!" he said with a smirk. Cuddy couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. Even in this situation, he still managed to make her laugh a little. She appreciated his attempts to make her feel better, but she knew that she would never forget the humiliation she had experienced that day.
  3. Here's a story about the last genuine, unplanned accident I had. In my last few years of highschool I lived in a community built up around a man made lake. I would walk to the lake to go fishing on the weekends. I was minding my own, enjoying the warm weather relaxing. I had been out for a while and was starting to need a pee. Just as I was reeling in my line so I could duck behind some pushes and releave myself, this completely random dude just like appeared out of thin air and starts a conversation with me. Now it wasn't busy that day, not a ton of people around, and even then I had chosen a semi secluded spot for myself just because I wasn't trying to engage with people. So random dude goes out of his way to come get in my space and start talking to me. I made half-assed small talk for a short while, but eventually the weirdness/creep factor, and my screaming bladder both prompted me to pack my gear and gtfo. It wasn't a crazy far walk back to my place and I tried to just focus on taking each step, but my bladder was aching so bad. I was within probably 200 yards of my house when the tip of my penis started to feel kinda tingly and numb. Within seconds I was peeing uncontrollably in my shorts. I dropped my tacklebox and fishing rod, pulled my junk out still peeing wildly and stood draining my bladder on the side of this road with no cover at all. Once done I grabbed up my stuff and carried it home covering the front of my shorts the whole way. Passed a lady and her daughter just minutes after I started walking again. I'm pretty sure they both saw my wet shorts. Just a minute later, and they very well might have caught me completely losing myself in the road. So that's the last time I unintentionally peed my pants. 🖖
  4. Part One “For the last fucking time, please pull over!” I groaned, gripping my crotch. “Man, I hope it’s the last time,” Dana replied. “You sound like a broken record. You know what Einstein said about insanity, right?” I dropped my head back in frustration, my swollen bladder pounding with urgency. “Pleaseee…” I whined, writhing in my seat. “Hnngh… I could just pop a squat in the grass, I don’t even have to go…” I gulped, trying to keep my voice from quivering it’s way out of coherence, “to a bathroom…” I winced and lurched forward, squeezing my pussy with all my strength. The waistband of my jeans was torture against my tight, swollen organ. “You told me last stop that you wouldn’t make me pull over again. I swear, man, it’s all in your head. I have to pee, too, but…” “You don’t get it,” I whined through clenched teeth, “I’m in fucking painnn!” “You’re so dramatic.” “I’m… ooh… I’m about to pee out of the window,” I said, my voice shaking like a leaf. “Aw, dude, don’t do that! Just hold it in.” “It-it feels like it’s about to burst, I’m so serious… My bladder is not… ahh… going to be able to keep it innn…” We were driving through a town, but it was night, at least. “Fuck it. I can’t fucking hold it… Jesus christ, I have to piss so much…” I frantically unbuckled my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to my knees. My bladder bulge was ridiculous. “No, come on, man, please!” Dana begged me. I rolled down my window and grimaced as I hung my ass out, having to press my pee baby against my thighs to achieve the position. I held onto the seat for balance. “Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck…” I muttered as I hurried to get in place. I could feel it starting to make it’s way out, whether I was ready for it or not. The moment that my hot piss started to explode against the car door, blue lights started flashing behind us. A cop car came into view. “Fuck!” Dana and I swore in unison. Panic stricken, I frantically dropped back into the car, clenching my muscles, gripping my privates, and writhing in agony. I couldn’t stop pissing right away. My urine splattered against and dripped down the side of the door, continuing to dribble out of me into a spot on the seat beneath my bare ass. When it finally stopped, my ass, thighs, and hands glistening with urine. I pulled my pants up as we pulled off into the median. My urge to pass water more intense than ever. I kept having to wipe sweat off my forehead and tears from my eyes. I had my hand stuck into my underwear, holding myself tightly and jiggling like mad. I bit my knuckles to help deal with the pain. “Look at what you did, man! I’ve never been pulled over in my fucking life!” Dana scolded me. “I’m gonna pee my pants, it’s about to happen…” I was crying. “Get a hold of yourself! What are you gonna say to him?” “I…” I sniffed, wriggling like a crazy person. “I don’t know.” I was so embarrassed. My bladder was huge and screaming, radiating discomfort and urgency with a ferocity I’d never experienced before. Against the will of my body, I took my hand out of my pants and pulled my shirt down so he wouldn’t see that they were unbuttoned. Every ounce of strength I had was put into composing myself for this cop. I tried forcing my hands to my sides, but it was utterly impossible. In the ten seconds my privates weren’t being squeezed, my body twitched and squirmed to it’s own accord, my overworked urinary organ attempting to squeeze my piss out. The sensation of desperation increased with each passing moment. “Oh, fuck!” I swore, lurching forward as my hands shot to my crotch. He came up to the window and shone a flashlight in, asking for her license and registration. “Doing any drinking tonight, girls?” “No, sir,” Dana said. “Well, I’d hope you weren’t. It was more directed toward your friend there.” He aimed the flashlight at me. I felt like I was under a spotlight. I couldn’t stop dancing in my seat. It felt like if I stopped scooting my butt around it was just going to start coming out. “Couldn’t wait for the next gas station, I gather?” My ears burned. “She wouldn’t stop anywhere! I’ve been begging her to…” He was smirking, putting up his hand to stop me mid-sentence. “Listen, it doesn’t matter if you’re about to pee your pants. You can’t do what you were doing back there in the middle of a public road. You understand?” “Nnngh…” I whimpered, pressing my fingers into my coochie between my tightly pressed thighs. My need to piss was pounding with urgent, searing pressure, throbbing and contracting as it tried to force out the huge amount of liquid I was struggling to retain. “I don’t think I have to inform you that public nudity has consequences,” He glanced again at my writhing legs, my hand gripping my crotch. I could feel a warm spot in the fabric. “Y’all stay right here,” he said, walking back to his car.
  5. This past weekend i was taking the train home from a festival and had my second unplanned wetting that weekend (technically 3rd, but one was just some dribbles in my shorts while dancing in a club after I had flooded my pants and changed). I was sitting on the train and had been drinking a lot of water as I was beginning to get a sore throat. By the time my train neared my station I had probably downed about 1.5 litres. I have overactive bladder, so when I feel the urge it comes in strong waves that are difficult to control, let alone hide on my face. I was glad to be wearing my mask lol. As wave after wave hit, I started to think about using the bathroom on the train, but I realized if I did I could chance missing my stop, as it was next. So I waited, and felt a few spurts hit the inside of my denim shorts on the train seat. My stop was announced, so I stood up and this time felt a few trickles warm the crotch of my jeans and dampen my inner thighs. I hastily tied a jean jacket low around my waist, hoping to cover the definitely wet ass of my shorts. A few people gave me some pointed looks and it definitely looked a little suspicious, but better than walking through the train in pissed pants lol. When I got off the platform, I planned to make a beeline for the toilets, when I realized the train had left us at a different track than usual and I was completely turned around. I walked down the stairs to the underground inside part of the station, feeling some more trickles escape with no warning at all and a few drops hit my shoes. I was wet and I was lost, but secretly I was kinda having a good time. The underground part of the station was completely deserted and my jean jacket was covering well enough. Realizing that I needed to find a different exit, I made my way back up to the platforms and sat down on a bench, as sitting down usually helps me hold by putting some pressure on my vulva. It was then that someone else from the train came up to talk to me and engaged me in what felt like the longest conversation ever about where the main station was, what track was this, bla bla bla. I tried to help her, but my bladder was screaming and I was hyper aware of my wet shorts against the bench. Eventually I politely got rid of her, but not before she tried to get me to lead her to the main station. My jean jacket definitely wasn't working THAT well. As soon as she left, the relief hit me like a ton of bricks... in more ways than one. I realized there was no one around, and I was bursting badly enough that I had 2 options: I would either piss myself involuntarily walking to the main station where it would likely be more noticeable or I could do it right here on this bench. So just like that, I relaxed and flooded my denim shorts. I heard the pee splatter down through the bench, which had a kind of mesh metal pattern. It felt deliciously warm as it streamed down my legs and I even got some more trickles into my shoes! It was a squelchy walk back to the main station, but thankfully I only passed one or two people and was able to change into clean pants before making my way home. Today I'm rewetting those shorts around the house. Already bursting and about to drink a cup of green tea...
  6. InShot_20220227_202939567.mp4 Today was the day I drive to North Carolina from New England. The traffic was atrocious and while the entire drive should have taken me 8 hours, after 6 hours I was still only halfway there. If you have experience with the beltway between Baltimore and DC you know what I'm talking about 🤬 I had 1L of water and a giant cup of ☕ at home , then peed, before hitting the road. Then I had another L of water and a 16oz ☕ and then I hit TRAFFIC!!!! LIKE CANT GET OUT OF 3RD GEAR LEVEL TRAFFIC. MY CALF WAS CRAMPING FROM ALL THE CLUTCHING. ARGH!!! It would be far too late for me to roll into my friend's home in the middle of the night because they have children. So.... I desperately had to pull over because I needed to find a local hotel room ASAP and I desperately needed to pee. I thought "great I'll book this hotel room and then I'll run into the strip mall and use the bathroom somewhere". While I always am prepared for an accident I'm not always hoping for one. And I wasn't really hoping for one here. But it took me forever to book the room and then I realized holy shit if I don't get out of this car I'm going to pop like a balloon. Sorry I had to crop so much but I need to get my face out of frame and there was some really bad glare from lot lights behind me. I just checked into my hotel room and came twice. Now I'm going to hop in the big clean tub and come some more. Because of course I travel with my little pink vibrator even though I'm going to visit one of my oldest girlfriends and her children 🙈🤷 Flash of trim at the end😉Hope this helps with some of those Sunday night blues 😘 20220227203902435.mp4
  7. 2nd stab at this writing thing ...I wrote out a fecking novel earlier and then accidentally deleted it. Argh! Years back, before I knew how much I liked this omo thing or thought I only liked it but for the wrong reasons...I had an accident. Took the train into NYC w a great girlfriend, Peg. We are the same age but look nothing alike. In heels I am a chonky 6'0 tall pale blonde amazon built like a brick shit house and she is 5'0 tall on a good day with cropped dark hair, olive skin, big inky black eyes, a small almost boyish body and tons of tattoos. She is my "smart " friend. The one I go to debate religion and philosophy and politics and love over too much wine late at night. But not that day. Kids that grew up in the tri-state area KNOW that if you take the train to the city you pre party. So we each had a Dr. Pepper spiked with dark rum and a 20oz bottle of water. Typically, she did not drink her water while I gulped them both down. I am pretty much ALWAYS gonna say yes to something to wet my whistle. This is not omo related, I've always been this way. However, it is one of the things about me that I think made this kink take hold- how often I'm just hydrated to the gills ALWAYS.If I have less than 3L in a day I can feel it in mah bones! But, I digress... So we took the train into the city one mild early May Saturday night. I wore dark jeans, a slightly rumpled white men's Oxford tucked in with the collar popped and the buttons undone showing my bright red lacey bra and a pair of bright electric blue suede mid heel pumps. Delicate gold jewelry, a high ponytail and a pop of bright lip. Peg, my gf, was in all black- sleeveless concert tee, black leggings, black moto boots and a black wool porkpie hat. Always in that fucking hat btw! We thought we'd have time for dinner and a cab but we only had time for a cab and there were NONE to be had. So, we started walking. If you get away from the major tourist areas , it's much easier. So we headed west hoping to catch something uptown. And we did! A pedi cab! Never have I ever! But she stuck her little hand up in the air and flagged that thing down and away we went. It was exhilarating. We kept telling him to go faster and faster until we rolled up in front of The Beacon Theatre with the radio blasting and he made a big show of helping us out and kissing our hand as we alit. We gave him ALLLLL the tips and people clapped. I love moments like that. We had SOME time to kill so we popped into the bar next to the theater. Drinks are a lot cheaper and come faster in a bar. So we each had 2 vod sods and a glass of water. I made her drink hers. Then back to the theater. One of those GORGEOUS art nouveau jewel box theaters that are disappearing. Some guys stopped to comment on how we are exact opposites, physically. We get that a LOT. Especially when people think we are lovers. Eye roll. But, we let them buy us a shot and then found our seats. The show was Jesse Malin , a LES fixture and we ADORE him. It isn't really sitting music but nobody around me was standing and so I stayed seated too but danced in my chair. Didn't take long til I realized I had to pee and now I was pee pee dancing in my chair too. About half way through the show I leaned down to Peg and told her I had to pee. She agreed , her too, and we decided as soon as the show was over I would bolt for the door and use my size to push my way to the front and grab a spot on the ladies room line. We do this a lot. If we need to get somewhere, I lead the charge, pushing through. I'm the one we ladies look for if we get separated. No gal gets left behind! Lol. So we have our pee plan and I chill out, just grooving. But then, an encore. Wait for it...3 encores! I watched people leave and thought to myself that should make the bathroom line better. A hahahahahahaha. Hahahahaha. So naive 🤗 The lines were wrapped down the hall and down the stairs. We got on one but after 15 minutes it had barely moved so we decided to go find a late dinner and pee there. That neighborhood has some GREAT indie dining so we picked some authentic tapas joint that was ready to close but said we could sit if we ordered NOW. So we ordered before we even sat down and then went to our table. And the phone rings. It's Pegs babysitter. Her daughter is sick and we gotta JET.Ok, cancel the dinner order and let's get to the train station asap. We were gonna take the last train home in the early morning but instead we now had about half an hour. Still, no cabs. So we set out on foot. A bit of a trot/ power walk. In heels. Torture. Limping. We caught a cab about half way there and rode to the station. As we are getting out of the cab we synchronize our watches, so to speak. I will pee, she will buy us water and gummy bears and we will meet at the gate. And then the phone rings again. This time it's her soon to be ex husband freaking out that she isn't at home and the kid is sick. Never mind where is HE? GRRRRRR. I'd heard that argument too many times and it pissed me off so I wandered away, up to the side of Penn Station, near an entrance I don't normally use. I was about 100 feet from her, watching, and holding my crotch bc now that we had made the station in time my adrenaline had died down and I had to PEEEEEEEEEE. That always happens. If I get distracted enough the need to go disappears. Poof! So now I'm standing there, grabbing my crotch, pushing the pee back up and in,staring at the building wall, very self conscious, feet dancing about. I hadn't successfully had a public accident yet. Some close calls. But not the real deal. I was terrified. But the hold was so obvious. So I kinda waddled over to the door to look inside. I couldn't see a bathroom and didn't know where they were by that door and she was still yelling on the phone. So I waddled back to my spot, scared to open my legs much to walk. Checked the time. We were now cutting it very close. "Peg!" I yelled. She turned. I pointed to the watch I wasn't wearing and indicated the time. She nodded and held up her pointer...asking for more time. I nodded, miserable and groaning. And then I felt a leak. I gasped and turned back to my wall. Another leak. Another. I looked down and my shoes were stained a little and a tiny puddle had formed and was running down hill. And that puddle was growing as my bladder now just gave up the fight and I stood there, hiding my face in the wall as I emptied my bladder and watched it spill out into traffic between my feet and down the slightly crooked sidewalk. Omg, could anybody see? It's dark but well lit there. Cops everywhere. Was I gonna get arrested? Omg, that just happened! This was unbearable. I was mortified, men everywhere and they always STARE. I'd had enough. I marched over there, grabbed her arm and said " come on, now Peg" and she finally hung up. We darted inside. I lectured her about her shitty hubs as we ran and she asked me about having to pee. When we saw that our train was close to done boarding I told her I can wait to pee til we get on the train. Great. Run! Run! I had to take my heels off and run on that skanky floor. Shudder. And we barely made it. Full train, lots of dude bros on their way back from a country concert at the Garden. Ugh. I feel so self conscious around basic dudes. They are not my demo and I am not theirs. Double decker, packed train. We had to walk a lot of cars before we found a place to sit. I was behind Peg, and she couldn't see my face burning with shame as we marched past that entire train of people. Trains have such garish bright light and now my shame was on full display. We plopped down in our seats, facing each other and she finally noticed my pants. She asked when that happened. I tell her when she was on the phone. She apologized and then told me it happened to her all the time when she was pregnant. For some reason, this actually helped to make me feel a little better. She decided to go find the bathroom. She still hadn't peed but she also hadn't had nearly as much fluid as I had. She came back after a long while and explained that everyone on this train is wasted and that the bathroom is at the exact opposite end of the train. My bladder was full again so with an ,"Ugh" off I went. I found the bathroom and tried to pull the handle. Locked. Fuck. Does anybody else feel like immediately after an accident they need to have another one asap? Cuz that def happens to me. So I stepped to the side and waited. And waited. And waited. The pressure building, almost painful now. And my wet jeans were rubbing against my clit and I don't wear panties with jeans so...I had a lot of sensations down there and it was mildly erotic but I don't think I had identified that yet. But I did have to go again. Badly. I was back in pain, doubled over but now brightly lit trying to act nonchalant. Standing , arm wrapped around my middle,over in the little vestibule where people detrain and I could feel the leaks starting again. And then I just BURST. My jeans had started to dry a little but were still very damp and cold. And now they were hot again. I could hear the puddle dribbling down the stairs behind me, onto the steps, steep steps, loud. Holy shit. A lot of spill bc by then my jeans were super saturated. And then the bathroom door opened and the world's frailest woman came out and saw me. But I don't think she saw that I was wetting myself in the shadow. I managed a feeble half smile bc apparently even mid accident I am still polite 🤷 So, I finished peeing there, worried if I tried for the bathroom before I was done I would leave pee where people were. So I finished then dashed for the bathroom. Maybe it's not so bad, I thought. And then I looked at myself and heartily laughed aloud. I was a MESS. It was so obvious. It was up my back by now. I took a couple pics. I wish I still had those. Then I washed my hands, gave myself a pep talk and marched back out there. I put my head high, my shoulders back and my snottiest " I fucking DARE you to step to me" face and started walking back. It never fails... Only, something was different now. I wasn't ashamed anymore. Now that there was no way I could hide it, I decided to own it. And now I started putting a little wiggle in my step. Because...I liked it. I wanted a man to stare at my ass as I strut by, eye level, and then see that it was soaked and know what I did and that I wasn't embarrassed about it. Yes, I did this. This happened to me. Now what? I wanted him to think about how I got like that or even better how damp my pantiless ass was in my jeans, all white and round. I slowed my strut, really putting some hip into it, feeling myself. Kinda tingly. What was happening to me? What was THIS emotion? Minutes ago I was mortified, burning in shame and now I was...smug? How can I feel both at the same time? I sat back down and Peg was oblivious bc I was already wet when she last saw me. She fell asleep almost immediately while I sat there, squirming on my seam so that it rubbed my clit , watching the dark world go by out the window, smiling to myself. In retrospect , I'm thinking for the first time, that's probably when I caught the omo bug. I was on my own. I hadn't planned it. My previous experiences with Mike had maybe helped prime me for what to do if an accident happened. It had made the option acceptable in my mind, rewired my brain a bit. Prior to him I hadn't given any thought to wetting my pants, privately or publicly. This was for me only with me and I was almost high off of it. I was buzzing from the thrill and sensations. I came so hard when I got home that night😘
  8. I posted some pics of today's outfit and my morning thoughts , earlier. Under Experiences. A very long day at work. So much so that I didn't think this would happen. But after 12 hours at the office I decided I deserved a treat and popped over to the liquor store in the partially abandoned strip mall on my way home. It skeeves me there. Even before covid it was the land that time forgot. Well guess what? I managed to do my shopping ( I'm a " make your own hard cider spritz" on a weeknight kinda gal) while dancing around singing to myself as if I was just REALLY into whatever Top 40 was on, but when I came out I hit that cold and just felt my bladder give way. A leak. Fuck. Why? I hadn't been holding for very long and I had miso soup at lunch and all that sodium just dehydrated me... Cuz it's really fucking cold out guys that's why!! Like below 0 real feel cold right now. And I'm not dressed for that. Nor am I prepared. Winter has been super mild. Years of super mild winters actually. But you're not here for my almanac. So! I felt the leak start and ran for my car. Only about 50 feet. I thought I would make it. I even got in thinking it was doable. The car seats were cold against my bare thighs and that startled me a bit. A baby leak. But I clamped down hard, started up and backed out of my spot. Then knew I wouldn't make it. Stalled out and threw the door open all while trying to shrug my black wool coat off before I ruined it. By the way my car battery died while I was editing this video for you. Andddddd talking to my BFF🤷. Glad I travel with jumper cables. But I haven't see a soul while in this parking lot so I need to trot across the street and find a good sumaritan. Like this. I'll keep the socks off but fuck it's colder than a witches titty out! Stay warm my babies InShot_20220111_203213656.mp4 InShot_20220111_215344488.mp4
  9. This thread will contain stories about Sandi, a character very inspired by myself and my own life, but she´s a little bit more exposed to bad luck and misjudgment consequences. Expect a lot of embarrassment, and some fetishist joy too. PART 1: HOLDING CHALLENGE DIDN´T GO AS PLANNED My boyfriend who never had any interest in omo before we met, was getting more and more involved in my fetish. So far it had been me doing the active parts, but he´d been curious to try some himself, and we decided to have a holding challenge. We had been away for a visit in another city, and the plan was to start holding on our way back to my place. I had noticed since we started dating that he didn´t visit bathrooms often, so he probably would have a rather big and strong bladder, I supposed. As I knew letting go in the pants could be difficult the first times, and I really wanted the evening to end up with both of us wetting ourselves at home, I thought we needed to prepare well. We decided to have our last pee in a restaurant before the three hour train ride back. Then during the ride we kept drinking water, about a liter. Already two hours later we both started to feel it, and were a little bit excited. When we reached the city to change trains it was worse, but still no danger. I knew my own limits well and had no doubts we wouldn´t make it home, so I went to buy some juice, while he waited by the train. When I got back and we sat down, I noticed that he looked really tense. “It´s bad, it´s really bad” he said, and a broad smile got on my face. “What´s that look?” he smiled. “I didn´t know you had such a sadistic side!”. Actually witnessing others desperation (friends or strangers ) had never turned me on, but when it was my partner, it appeared to be different. I loved to watch him struggle there on the opposite seat. The train departed. He kept asking me how many minutes was left till we got home, and it was 40 minutes with train, 10 minutes walk. “I don’t´think i´ll make it…” he said. Just to tease him I took the liter of cranberry juice from my bag and drank almost half of it. He couldn´t sit still and changed positions, tried to stand up for a while, then sitting down again. I touched his thigh and it was really stiff. He touched mine and it annoyed him to find me so soft and relaxed. Sure my bladder was filling up, but still no worries, for me. He was worried. Counting the minutes again, they went really slow. And at some point there it wasn´t fun for me either. With 15 minutes left he felt like he was on the edge of losing control, and his kidneys started hurting. He said “I´m sorry, I just can´t do this” and got up to use the train toilet, and of course I didn´t try to stop him. Him having an accident on the train was never my plan, it was way too much for someone just trying to indulge in his girlfriend´s weird kinks, and I would feel so bad if that would happen. He came back much sooner than I thought, with a “fuck, toilet´s out of order, I don’t know what to do, how many minutes left?” “12”, I said. He sat down. “Seriously, i´m not gonna make it, fuck, i´ll piss my pants any second now” he moaned. To our luck we were alone in this part of the train, so nobody heard us or knew what was going on, at least not yet. But as much as I loved this as a fantasy, now it was reality. This was my stupid idea, why the hell didn´t we start our hold safely at home? I saw now that he was really panicking, and I couldn´t do anything to help. I looked at his face and realised by his expressions that it was right in this moment he was starting to lose control. Then the first little spurt was seen in the front of his grey jeans, and the next one a few seconds later made the dark wet patch grow even more, despite all of his efforts to hold it back. To do just something I quickly took my own hoodie off, and handed it to him, “pee on this one”. He grabbed it, pressed it hard against his crotch and I think by then he resigned and stopped fighting for a while. I couldn´t see anything first, but I heard the hissing sound of him peeing hard through his jeans into my folded sweater. Some of it still dripped down on the floor, and there was a patch on his left thigh before he managed to regain control and stop the flood, still with his bladder probably half full. I think by now I was the one blushing the most. “I´m so sorry” I said. Sitting there with my soaked hoodie on his lap he had a weird embarrassed look on his face and said “well at least it feels a little better now”. I didn´t know if I was allowed to smile but when I saw he had one growing on his face I did. “I guess I´m the winner”, I said. And he started laughing a little bit. “Our things never really go as planned do they?” I said, referring to our last kinky play at home, where the whole point was that I´d be bursting and have an accident, but no matter how much I had been drinking my bladder stayed calm and easy like never before. “At least we saved the seat and most of the floor”, I said,“Just use the bag in front of you when we get off the train, the streets will be dark and empty, nobody will notice”. But I still felt bad. If one of us should have a public wetting like this it should have been the one actually fantasizing about it, the one who could have aroused herself and other omo-fans by writing about it in the “wetting experience”-section on omoorg afterwards. Now my own bladder started to discomfort me, but I looked at the clock, just 4 minutes left, so no problem. I´d be perfectly full to have a nice wetting in the shower when we got home. Then the train suddenly stopped, in the middle of the forest between two stations. Probably just a red signal and a train passing by I thought, but then the voice of the driver was heard in the speaker. “the train ahead of us just had some kind of accident, probably just an animal getting hit, but the police must search through the area before we can move on” Ok… I knew just too well what that meant. If there was an accident with a human involved at least two hours delay, if not, maybe one. I started to regret that juice I had been drinking 30 minutes ago, knowing it would soon start reaching my bladder. Could I still make it? It was not too bad right now, but one more hour? “At least now you get to see me really desperate” I said, half an hour later, when the train still wasn´t moving. I was squirming around, breathing, shifting positions, had a feeling that my heavy bladder would explode into my pants if I just relaxed a tiny little bit. And then the waves began. The bladder wanted to empty and started to show no mercy. It started contracting in intervals of a few minutes. I had to use all my power to fight it every time, feeling the burning pain of the sphincter still strong enough, but not for long, as I felt my muscles beginning to slip. My boyfriend was looking at me, now he was the one with a sadistic smile. “How is it going? Not so tough right now are you? “ he said, and then I had another stronger spasm, and I felt it, the pee pushed itself out and warmed my seat a little bit. “It´s not going great” I moaned, as I kept fighting to not let go of anything more, and to my relief the bladder eased down for a while, and I could relax. But the train was still not moving. The train conductor was walking in the train to inform about not having any new information and see if everyone was ok. “Just keep going” I wished in my head as she was passing us by, but she stopped. My boyfriend probably had the same feeling, sitting there with the sweater over his knees, covering the small puddle with his feet the best he could. “Are you alright? You want some water?” she said, and my bf said “No, we´re fine.” I couldn´t really respond right then, as another wave of desperation was building up and I actually felt myself starting to pee for a few seconds in the same moment that the train conductor kept moving. I had some relief from the spurt, but still I had to fight to stop it when all my body wanted was to let it keep flowing, and that hurted. Nothing showed on my legs yet if I kept them together, but I knew the seat by now must have a huge wet spot. So here I was, the one always careful about not damaging anyones property or causing a mess while playing around with my kink. Now I was actually wetting myself on a train seat. I was occupied with my own struggle and hadn´t really noticed how my boyfriend got quiet, when I suddenly heard a pattering sound, and it wasn´t me. I looked down and saw a steady stream go down his jeansleg and it was pouring into his shoe and on to the floor. That sight made even me lose control, pee started to stream out in my pants, made my whole bottom wet and warm, gathered on the seat between my legs until it overflowed down to the floor and contributed to my boyfriends puddle. We still just let loose enough to regain control again, but the damage was done, both our seats wet, and a remarkable puddle on the floor. At least there was one good thing with a train not moving – the pee stayed where it was and didn´t spread all over the floor. We just silently looked at each other. So now what? I knew the train conductor would pass by again, and maybe some other passengers too. When I heard the footsteps I quickly took the cranberry juice out of my bag and poured some on the floor. The dark red liquid mixed itself with our dilluted pee to a pink colour. I wasn´t sure if that had been a good idea, now the mess we created was even more obvious… The conductor stopped at our place, while I still had the juice package in my hand, looking down at the messy floor with a pounding heart. “Sorry, a little accident… “ I said, with my legs pressed together, covering the wet patches still showing on my crotch and thighs with my left arm. She was looking at us for a second, and I could tell she was wondering what was going on, knowing that we were hiding something. I was just hoping that she didn´t get the full picture, two sober adults both wetting themselves at the same time. Really, how likely is that to happen? “Alright, i´ll bring some paper towels” she said, and left. I was on the way of saying i´d come with her so that she didn´t have to get back here, but then I remembered how wet I was, and that I had to stay sitting down covering myself the best I could. The conductor actually never came back with the towels, instead she made an announcement that the police didn´t find anything and we were finally moving with a 70 minutes delay… We reached our stop, and rushed off the train, dared not to look back at what we left behind. I leaked a little bit with every step I took. A few other people got off at our station too, and we decided to stop to make them go ahead before we started walking in the same direction. Now we were alone on the street, not a soul in sight. “Im not gonna make it home” my bf said. Me neither. We got to a darker part of the sidewalk, and stopped there, in the shadows not reached by the streetlights. I said “Come here”. We embraced and I relaxed, I finally let it all go. A heavy hot stream filled my already soaked pants and gushed down my legs. He took my hand, placed it on his crotch, and stopped breathing for a second. I could feel how the cold wet fabric suddenly got warm under my hand, and his pee was running through my fingers as he sighed in relief. I was flying, and he knew that. “So this is what turns you on, you perv…”, he smiled.
  10. My usual errand running. Alone, just me, my coffee, my water and podcasts. God, I love a podcast 😍. I am in the process of starting my own. A crisp sunny afternoon. Had to drop some packages off at the USPS. Needed to use the bathroom. Woman scoffed at me and told me there was a Quick Chek next door. No shit, lady. So, off we go. Sorry about the dinging, I was in such a rush I thought my seat belt would slow me down. PSA** WEAR Your SEATBELT PEOPLE!!** You can hear my cursing and whimpering. The mouth on me! 🤗 I stalled out while parking bc I was frantic. God bless a manual trans lol. I make a run for it with the piss already flooding the crotch of my jeans. I hate panties with pants so this was QUITE the sensation. A car goes by so I freeze and try to look totally normal, just a woman standing in a parking space. No visible wet spots...yet. Nothing to see here folks. Move along. Oh look, a bird! Ha! They pass and the flood gates OPEN. This was QUITE the hot piss. Towards the end a rich guy pulled in at the far corner of the lot but the empty cars between us shielded us both. It's important to not make unknowing bystanders unwitting participants. I'm 5'9 on a short day so all my jeans are too short. But that's a win for you guys. I love watching the river run down onto my bare skin, over my feet, into my arches and shoes. I am wearing a hunter green top identical to the white wrap one I wore in my previous videos. No panties so that gush just FALLS out of me. Blonde ponytail, no makeup, fresh and bouncy. Happy Sunday Funday, Theydies.😘 InShot_20211017_115929756.mp4
  11. View File 🔥💚 Blue Jeans Wetting Compilation! Favourite Clips From 2020! Here is a HD video compilation of some of my favourite naughty wetting videos from 2020. A lot if them in public places outdoors and some indoors 😉 Heres hoping as the Lockdown starts to ease in 2021 in the UK that we can go out and nake some more naughty videos 😍 Hope you all enjoy 💚🔥 Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 04/04/2021 Category AliceWetting  
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    Here is a HD video compilation of some of my favourite naughty wetting videos from 2020. A lot if them in public places outdoors and some indoors 😉 Heres hoping as the Lockdown starts to ease in 2021 in the UK that we can go out and nake some more naughty videos 😍 Hope you all enjoy 💚🔥
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  13. English is not my mother tongue and I wrote this in one go, so please be lenient with me if grammar and orthography are not the best! Thank you for reading! This is a story of when I was 16. At that age I was already wearing absorbent underwear as I have urinary issues. This accident went unnoticed, so it’s less of an accident than other experiences I had, but I still wanted to die for the embarrassment. I was on winter vacation with a small group of friends in a ski resort, nothing too luxurious because in my country there are lots of cities where you can enjoy the snow without going bankrupt. At that time just one of my friends knew of my problem since we had been friends for ages, the others maybe suspected something since it was clear I had something going on. We rented a house and lived together for a week, it was really funny (btw we are still close friends and we are used to travel together, when this Covid-stuff will be over we will definitely enjoy it again!). However, skiing and snowshoeing for long periods in snowsuit is not the best for someone who suffers from urge incontinence. During the first days I had many close calls, definitely leaked in my protection pants more than once but nothing too serious. However on the fourth day I just could not hold it. We were snowshoeing on a huge mountain path and I thought that everything would have gone just fine because I made sure to pee in the mountain station before hiking. The first days we chose shorter paths because some of us never tried this sport before and snowshoeing can be difficult and fatiguing for a beginner. On the other hand, we were all pretty fit so we felt we could try something harder. We overestimated the length of the route, it took more than 6 hours to go up and down (we took our time for lengthy pit stops though). It was not too much for us, but my bladder could not resist. When we started I was fine, but since I sweat much I was so bold to drink water to rehydrate. I was feeling funny in my bladder after three hours, when we reached our destination, but in our way back my desperation escalated. I started leaking a bit but I was not too worried because I was used to leak, I know it happens. However, thinking of how much time we needed to reach a toilet I started getting uncomfortable. I managed to resist without leaking for half an hour but midway the urge was too much and I leaked again, harder. It was more like a faint, continuous flux of pee. I could not stop it, I was having an accident in front of my friends at 16! I felt my absorbent underwear getting soaked slowly and I tried my best to stop peeing but the path became too steep and I could not focus on my accident. Suddenly I involuntarily started to pee my pants full force and felt the warmth between my thighs spreading. However, I was wearing multiple layers of clothes, absorbent underwear, cotton underwear, thermal tights, cotton tights, pants and a snowsuit (I exaggerated, but I’m pretty sensitive to cold). I released everything I had got, but I could feel that my thermal and cotton tights managed to absorb what the pad could not absorb. I was deadly embarrassed, but no one noticed it. We came back to the snow station and I sprinted to the toilet to assess the damages and it was like I had thought, my tights absorbed everything. I decided to come back to our rented house without the others, who wanted to hang out for longer, so I made up an excuse and went home to do the laundry (as always, I disinfected everything not to cause problem to other people because of my condition). Nobody saw me, I felt like shit but now I enjoy the memory!
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    Watch me try to find a public toilet in town. I am walling in town looking for a toilet and I am really desperate to pee and tell you this! I keep having to stop and try to hold it, I leak a little and make a little wet spot, then I let another few spurts out leaving a slightly bigger wet spot on the front if my jeans. I then manage to get to the public toilets only to find they are closed!! 😮 I panic, and I have no option but to just stand there and wet myself! I couldnt hold it any longer! I then tell you that at least I tried to find a toilet this time! Then after completing soaking them at the door of the toilet, I proceed to walk towards the car park where we parked earlier and enjoy walking around in my soaked jeans, feeling a little embarrassed and shocked at what I had just done! I sat down on a bench, then walked to the car and got in. It's a good thing nobody was filming me do this... how embarrassing!🤭 I spent the rest of that evening in my wer jeans and panties thinking about what I had done and when i got home, I rubbed myself through my wet panties! Have a good weekend everyone! ♥️♥️♥️
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    Here's a JAV sent to me by a friend, it's super hot. It features Japanese school girls waiting in line to use the loo, and one of them doesn't make it. Most of them are in skirts with cute panties. Enjoy, Rachel
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  16. View File 🌠 AliceWetting - Desperate in Town, couldnt hold it outside locked public toilets Watch me try to find a public toilet in town. I am walling in town looking for a toilet and I am really desperate to pee and tell you this! I keep having to stop and try to hold it, I leak a little and make a little wet spot, then I let another few spurts out leaving a slightly bigger wet spot on the front if my jeans. I then manage to get to the public toilets only to find they are closed!! 😮 I panic, and I have no option but to just stand there and wet myself! I couldnt hold it any longer! I then tell you that at least I tried to find a toilet this time! Then after completing soaking them at the door of the toilet, I proceed to walk towards the car park where we parked earlier and enjoy walking around in my soaked jeans, feeling a little embarrassed and shocked at what I had just done! I sat down on a bench, then walked to the car and got in. It's a good thing nobody was filming me do this... how embarrassing!🤭 I spent the rest of that evening in my wer jeans and panties thinking about what I had done and when i got home, I rubbed myself through my wet panties! Have a good weekend everyone! ♥️♥️♥️ Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 04/25/2020 Category Female
  17. View File JAV - DLFF-333 - Wetting in Line at School Here's a JAV sent to me by a friend, it's super hot. It features Japanese school girls waiting in line to use the loo, and one of them doesn't make it. Most of them are in skirts with cute panties. Enjoy, Rachel Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 04/09/2020 Category JAV Collections
  18. Well, I’ve been leaking again… As many of you will know by now, I grew up with OAB which resulted in many a wet bed and a substantial amount of daytime leaks. After trying a ton of different treatments I finally discovered Botox, where they give you a bunch of Botox jabs that calm your overactive muscles significantly. This really worked for me, and it had a huge positive impact on my life. After my first treatment I stopped wetting the bed (except on the odd night when I drink way too much or get high), and I only leak during the day when I sneeze, cough, or work out hard, that sort of thing. A mostly dry Rachel went on to lose her virginity, start a modestly successful dirty panty selling business, get married, finish her grad school, etc. Anyhow, the magic of Botox is not forever, and you need to get jabbed about every 6 months to keep the symptoms of OAB from returning. I’m pretty lucky, the treatments seem to be pretty effective for as much as 8 months, which is good because despite the effectiveness, I still really dislike the treatment (I think I’ve cried every time). Well, my last treatment was in early January, and scheduling a new appointment was frustrated a little as a result of COVID, both on the part of the clinic and my own reservations about going out to a clinic during the height of a pandemic. I’m scheduled for an appointment at the end of the month, and it’s a good thing, as my OAB symptoms have started flaring up again. It started up with increased incidents of sudden urgency a couple of weeks ago, and more recently has manifested itself in a couple of wet bed. I thought I’d share a couple of these incidents with you, as despite the incident being annoying, I know some of you kinksters will enjoy them, particularly because I did manage to snap a couple of pictures here and there. Also, don’t worry too much about me, I’m used to these kinds of little leaks and wet sheets as I grew up with OAB, and it’s mostly just a matter of managing things until I can get my jabs at the end of the month. Even at the best of times I leak when I’m working out (and I’ve got a story to share with you about this too, actually a couple, so stay tuned). Like many of you, I’m sure, I have been working from home for the past… oh I can’t even count how many months, as a result of the pandemic. At first it was a lot of extra work, sorting out how to run things from home, but more recently I’ve managed to get into a good flow of things. I don’t need to go out of the house too much as a result, with my hubby and I mostly only venturing out for groceries or short workouts. Actually that’s mostly it. The return of my OAB symptoms while working from home is actually the best place to experience them (if you must experience them), as if a sudden urge hits me I’m about 15 steps away from the loo and can jump up and pee. I’ve still had a couple of key-in-latch leaks, certainly more than usual, but I’ve averted many accidents but just getting up and going. This is a problem on longer Zoom calls, but as many of you know, I’ve been taking advantage of working from home to engage in a little more diaper fun and games (I promise to share some of my adventures soon). So diapering up for longer Zoom calls where I can’t jump up to the loo has been no problem, and sometimes part of other playtime diaper fun. However, finding a loo ‘right now!’ when you are out grocery shopping during a pandemic is quite another story. I thought I’d share a little about the first unplanned public accident I had recently. Well ok, the first unplanned accident other than the usual leaks I get while working out. This was when my symptoms were just coming back and I had yet to take up the practice of wearing a pad regularly. Actually, I’ve only just started doing this recently, as I had a bunch of dirty panty order to complete. I was out shopping for groceries with my hubby about three weeks ago, both wearing masks like responsible adults, and trying to fill a shopping cart with as much as we could carry to minimize the number of grocery store visits we would need. It’s been super hot in Vancouver these past few weeks, and so I was wearing a knee-length grey pleated skirt, with a greenish t-shirt on top. Nothing fancy. I was wearing comfortable shoes as we would be walking back with lots of groceries. Also, to maximize my ability to carry groceries, I had left my purse at home. Fortunately, the skirt has pockets! (I know, right?) So I stuffed my keys and phone in those. This is important, I promise. We were halfway through our shopping list when boom! The urge to pee hit me very suddenly. I immediately crossed my legs and instinctively looked around for a loo. Of course there wasn’t one in the middle of the supermarket, all I could see was rice and noodles. I knew I was going to have to really hurry if I was going to make it without having a serious accident. I hurriedly told my hubby to keep shopping without me and without a glance behind me I took off jogging towards the exit of the supermarket. It was a bit of a slalom getting out, as they expect you to use the checkouts and the designers did not build quick exits for women about to wet themselves, and all the people waiting for the checkout were properly physically distancing. This allowed me to weak around them but I had to slow my pace to not knock anyone over. I found a way out and headed for it at top speed. I realized that at the pace I was going the people behind the cash registers (and the added security at the front, there to help control the number of people in the shop) might think I was shoplifting. I quickly checked my pace and with as much decorum as possible, pushed towards the exit. Despite my slowed pace I could see a look of concern in the face of one of the security people who had noticed me, and I had to make a quick decision – I could slow down further and explain that I was just running off to the loo and I would be right back to retrieve my abandoned hubby (who was probably sneaking too many cookies into our cart), or I could play up my desperation (holding myself for example), hoping the security person would infer my intent and let me through without question. Both options would require me to reveal my current embarrassing predicament, and neither was at all appealing. As it turned out, my bladder made up my mind for me. As I approached the little sort of metal turnstile thing that opens to let people without purchases out (or larger strollers and that sort of thing) the other side of which stood the observant security guard, my bladder had a spasm and I could feel my panties flood with warm pee. It wasn’t a full on accident – just the kind that’s enough to soak your panties and perhaps send a thin line of pee running down your inner thigh. But it was enough for me to let out a little gasp and blush. My hand instinctively reached for my crotch but I knew that if I tried to hold myself, a) it would draw further attention to my predicament, and b) the wetness of my panties might soak through my grey skirt, revealing my accident to the world. I stoically resisted the urge to hold myself, and regaining my composure. I opened the gate, smiled at the guard (who could not see my smile or my blushing cheeks due to my mask), and mustering up my courage I told the older male Sikh security guard “hey, I’m just going to visit the loo, I’ll be right back, is that ok?” As though I needed his permission to pee, like in school. Although I suppose I did need his permission to get back in. He sort of nodded and move to one side and I speed-walked towards the washrooms around the corner. The washrooms were down this long corridor and as I moved down the corridor I sped up, so that by the time I approached the toilets I was once again at a solid job. I skidded into the washroom and looked for an open stall. Some of the stalls and sinks were closed off to encourage physical distancing, but also resulting in fewer stalls being available. I was once again tempted to hold myself as another strong spasm squeezed another small jet of pee out of my bladder. I squeezed my legs together and froze and could feel the warm flow running down the inside of my legs. I was fortunate that there was an open stall and regaining control before the stream seemingly hit the ground, I awkwardly waddled into the stall with my legs still squeezed together. Once inside I slammed the door shut and had my skirt up and my panties down in less than a second. Scarcely was my bottom hovering over the toilet seat than I was peeing. It wasn’t a normal full on full bladder pee. That’s the thing with OAB. Your bladder tells you to pee now, and will even release but it does so not when you are bursting, but at other inopportune times. I peed for maybe 15 second and then stopped. I was now able to assess my situation. My panties, spread taught between my knees, were very wet. Otherwise most of my clothes had avoided any damage (apart from a small wet spot on the top of on sock). I wiped down my legs, which were glistening slightly, and between my legs, before turning to my panties. My heart rate was slowly beginning to subside and I carefully removed my panties. One of the perks of skirts my friends! The white polka dot cotton panties I had been wearing were quite wet in the front of the gusset, but not, surprisingly, on the back. Before I patted them dry with wads of toilet paper, I decided to snap a couple of pictures, as despite the mild shock of the ordeal, I thought I now had a public wetting story to share with my perverted friends (and it has been a while since I’ve been able to share a story). This done, I dried my panties as best I could, and then carefully slipped them back on. I decided I would not add a small pad of toilet paper between the panties and my lips so that I could feel the wet fabric while I wrapped up my shopping. As most of you will know, had I brought my purse with me I would have easily been able to change into the spare panties I always keep, just in case. But I quite literally had keys and a phone in the only somewhat deep pockets on my skirt. So it was damp panties, commando, or a hastily constructed toilet paper pad. I opted for the first option. Post- accident I was not feeling a little naughty. On reflection, I was also feeling quite fortunate. With COVID and the reduced number of stalls, I was lucky to have not had to wait in a queue for the loo. Had there been a line, I’m sure I would have had a very public accident indeed. I composed myself, and left the stall to wash my hands. Only then did I notice a couple of small droplets near the entrance to the washroom where I had paused initially. Had I made a puddle or were these part of the regular wet bits that tend to accumulate on public bathroom floors? I couldn’t be sure. I took a while washing my hands and all the while I could feel the wet fabric of my panties caressing my sex. Properly composed, I headed back to the supermarket. Walking back I check my phone messages which had popped up. The hubby, caring as he is, had sent me half a dozen messages to inquire after me. I sent him a ‘Everything is ok + wet emoji + frowny face’ and ‘where are you at?’ And I learned that he was in the tea/coffee section. I had now reached the same security guard I had hurried past maybe 5 minutes ago. He clearly recognized me and gave me a hello and nod of recognition. There was a line of about three people waiting to get in, but he waived me over beckoned for me to come back in the way I had hastily existed. He said something like “Come on in." And opened the gate. I smiled, again momentarily forgetting that this was a less than effective way of communicating given that we were all wearing masks, and then instead said “Thanks.” “No problem,” he intoned, “make it in time?” He said in like a classic jokey Dad line. And I was very fortunate that the mask thoroughly covered up most of my deep blush. I made some kind of noise of acknowledgement, and then pressed back into the store to find my husband before he bought way too much tea. I found him mulling over two different types of loose tea in a way that only a Brit can, and announced my presence. “Everything ok hun?” He asked. “Yeah, sorry about that,” I apologized in classic Canadian fashion. He raised an eyebrow but as we were still in public and I had basically already communicated my situation via emoji, he gave me a quick once over, clearly inspecting for wet spots, and then turned back to the tea. We continued shopping and every so often, when my damp panties would rub up against my leg or lips I would vacillate between naughty thoughts and embarrassment. I maneuvered us to the checkout furthest away from the security guard on our way out, mostly because I felt like my response to his very innocent question was kind of a giveaway that I had not indeed made it to the washroom on time and admitting this to a stranger was mortifying (and exciting) and horrifying. We headed home, ladened with groceries, and once we were into the more residential portion of our walk home, I told my hubby what happened. Or rather, I summarized. He asked something like “So… everything ok?” And I responded something like “Yeah, nothing to worry about, I just really had to go suddenly, you know how it is.” And we chit chatted about my upcoming appointment. When we got home I ducked out from helping put away the groceries to visit the loo once more and I had the opportunity to inspect my panties. They had dried somewhat thanks to both time and my ministrations with toilet paper earlier. All the walking and talking about wetting, and my accident and public setting had really got me a little excited as I had made them wet in another way was well. If you look closely you can see that my now lightly throbbing nether parts had left a wet patch of another kind. I snapped a couple of pictures. Nipped into the bedroom to pick out a dry pair of panties, and then rejoined my hubby in the kitchen to help put the food away. We chatted as we did so and planned dinner, but I made it very clear that before any rice was going to get cooked, or carrots chopped, that first I was going to need a proper good fucking. While part of me really wanted to be taken right there in the now tidied kitchen, I decided against this and sensibly put down a towel on the bed before dragging my hubby down on top of me. ---- So this was a couple of weeks ago, and since this time I’ve had a couple of other close calls and key-in-latch accident in our own washroom. These weren’t too serious and as many of my dirty panty customers are into authentic wetting panties, I didn’t adopt wearing a pad as regularly as I might have a few years ago. I do of course carry a couple of different kinds of pads and spare panties in my purse and I had occasion to use these while on a rare visit to the office, again, a couple of weeks ago. But this is a story for another day. Stay tuned for this story, as well as a couple of recent bedwetting accident. But the long and the short of it is, I’m back to wearing pads regularly, at least until I get the OAB back under control, so this means anyone looking to order panties, I’m only able to offer peed in panties for the next few weeks. Hope you enjoyed the story and more to come. Rachel
  19. 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.
  20. After our marathon flight Matt and I were going to spend a week in London sight seeing before joining a bus tour of Europe. The first day we basically chilled, unpacked before going on a short walk to check out our surroundings. I had booked a serviced apartment, mainly for the space and being able to do our laundry before we set off on our bus trip. Trying to pack enough night time diapers for our entire holiday was impossible, so I brought enough to do our tour. I didn't want to wet the bed in one of our hotel stays. That would be so embarrassing !! Our second day we decided on taking a bus tour around London, the weather was perfect which made the whole thing so much more enjoyable. I really like old buildings, they have so much history and character. for me it was such an eye opener. We finished the tour and decided to walk back to where we were staying rather than catch a cab. The day before we noticed a pub not far from our apartment, so we decided to stop for a drink before showering and going out to dinner somewhere. The locals were obviously enjoying the beautiful warm barmy weather too, because the pub was packed. the only seats we could find were out the back lounge area, so we settled down there. Matt went to get drinks for both of us, and returned with two pints !! I remarked that he was trying to get me drunk, but we were on holidays so who cares It must have been the warm weather because I really enjoyed my pint so Matt got me another. I found myself getting a real liking to English beer, and before long I was needing the loo. I held off for as long as I could to avoid "breaking the seal" Eventually I was forced to relieve my tortured bladder or risk peeing my pants where I sat. I got chatting to another lady in the loos, she obviously noticed my accent and invited us both to join them outside. I really love talking to people and soon both of us were locked in conversation with our new English friends. Of course the beers kept flowing and my bladder kept filling, I had not only "broken the seal " I had smashed it into tiny pieces and flushed it down the toilet !!! After many more visits to the loo, my poor bladder was feeling the worse for wear, so when our new English friends decided to leave I was a little bit relieved because I much more beer Matt would have to carry me home !! I didn't realise how drunk I was getting until I stood up !! I really needed a wee but seeing our apartment was just a short distance away I thought I could make it no problem. Matt put his arm around my waist to support me as I really did have my "wobbly boots on " but I was in a real cheerful mood, it had been a great night. The people at the pub were so friendly. I was busting, I really not a big fan of pub toilets but now I was starting to regret not using them before I started to wobble home. I managed to make it back to our apartment ( with Matts help ) even though I was now getting more and more desperate by the second. The door into the units had a funny key arrangement before we could enter, which Matt fumbled with trying to get it open. I was bouncing with my legs crossed pleading for Matt to hurry and open the door, telling him " I need a wee !! Then I got that "feeling" you know the one where your bladder just gives up . No squirt, squirt flood !! This was just one big " Hissing Whoosh !! of instant warmth around my bum. My jeans just totally flooded. Two days in England and had just pissed myself. Pee flooded down both my legs into my shoes puddled around my feet then cascaded down the steps !! OH My God !! I didn't realise my poor tortured bladder could hold so much. Matt stood open mouthed before breaking into a cheeky ( you have just pissed your pants haven't you) giggle. Lucky my partner is so understanding !! Finally Matt figured out the door lock, I prayed no one would come down the stairs and see me in my totally pissed pants. I half walked and half got carried to our room . Matt stripped me out of my pee soaked clothes so I could shower. We still hadn't eaten anything which was a big mistake. Matt went to see if he could find something for us to eat while I cleaned myself up. I cant remember actually taking myself to bed, but somehow I managed to get into my shorty pjs because when Matt returned I was sleeping Very soundly. I awoke in the morning ................ by myself, Matt was nowhere to be seen ................. then I realised why !!! Our bed was soaked !! I had wet the bed !! Lucky I had put a cheap mattress on the mattress just in case but I didn't to expect to have to use it so soon . I don't know how many times I had peed myself during the night but the wet stain was right over to Matts side. I felt so bad. I sheepishly got up and found Matt sleeping on the lounge. So guess who was in the bad books for the morning I was thankful for the unit having a washing machine so I could wash my pissy clothes . Of course I had to make it up to Matt that night, which was fun anyway So I had once again lived up to my " Piss Pants " nick name.
  21. Just some pictures from Nikko's recent high school public wetting video. You can watch the full video on HD Wetting or Fetish Geek. Also, I posted a free teaser video here.
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