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  1. View File wetting my wide leg gray pants in public Hi everyone! This was my first public wetting (recorded). I really enjoyed holding my pee, but i need to practice more on how to hold my phone subtly so i can record from a good angle and in long intervals. Besides that, i really loved the experience, people were so aware and curious about my accident and wet pants while i got back home, the spot i found to have my accident was perfect in lighting and confidentiality, and i noticed something pretty cool about these pants; they don't get wet right away, but once they absorb any liquid, they take a looong time to dry up, the wetting spot stays on it's initial shape and size for at least 20 minutes, and they made A LOT of noise when i peed myself, hope you have a good ear and can hear that wonderful hissing sound, so i'm definitively going to have another public accident in them soon. I wanted to record my wet pants right after wetting, but someone was passing by and i had to cut, thankfully i had emptied my bladder already, but next time i'm going better prepared, and won't stop recording, so i can get the people's reaction on my way home. With that said, i hope you enjoy this little video and i'll try to upload my next video as soon as i have it recorded TwT Submitter MsApril Submitted 06/14/2022 Category Female  
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    Hi everyone! This was my first public wetting (recorded). I really enjoyed holding my pee, but i need to practice more on how to hold my phone subtly so i can record from a good angle and in long intervals. Besides that, i really loved the experience, people were so aware and curious about my accident and wet pants while i got back home, the spot i found to have my accident was perfect in lighting and confidentiality, and i noticed something pretty cool about these pants; they don't get wet right away, but once they absorb any liquid, they take a looong time to dry up, the wetting spot stays on it's initial shape and size for at least 20 minutes, and they made A LOT of noise when i peed myself, hope you have a good ear and can hear that wonderful hissing sound, so i'm definitively going to have another public accident in them soon. I wanted to record my wet pants right after wetting, but someone was passing by and i had to cut, thankfully i had emptied my bladder already, but next time i'm going better prepared, and won't stop recording, so i can get the people's reaction on my way home. With that said, i hope you enjoy this little video and i'll try to upload my next video as soon as i have it recorded TwT
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    Nearly a month ago I ordered a custom rewetting video. the model pulled out at the last second. I forgot about that one. I ordered another rewetting video from another girl and we had a disagreement. These videos was a good bye present to this site. The website gave me store credit for both videos. I did not see the point of wasting it. So I contacted Nerdy Faery to see if she would be interested in a rewetting video. She said yes and boy did she deliver. I had her wear her porn hub swimsuit and jacket. She pissed herself so many times. Twice on the bed, three times out side (one time in jeans), and many more. You can see the stain on the swimsuit! She urges you to pee with her through the video! Are you going to pee with her? I hope you do! This will likely be the last video I upload here. I hope you guys love it! Edit: I forgot to mention. I think she was not alone when she was making the video. At one point I think I can see someone in the window of her house towards the end of the video. There is a chance she was rewetting herself in front of someone! Note: I do not see her in the do not post list.
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  4. View File Alice - Red Leggings Naughty Public Wetting Watch in full HD as I pee my tight red absorbant leggings in public while casually walking down the street, letting out little dribbles of pee down my legs as I walk along. Then I get to a wooden bench and sit down facing the road as lots of cars drive past, and I pee some more on the bench right through my leggings in full view of a anyone driving past! It all runs down the underside of my legs and makes a puddle at my feet! It felt so naughty! Then I get up, letting you see the noticable wet patch and I then slowly walk towards the grass, and let a little more pee out in them facing the camera up close. Then watch me as I walk back to the car in my soaked, pissy pants! I really made a mess of them! They turn a really dark colour when they are wet too, and they soak it up so well! Then after spending an evening in the car in my wet leggings enjoying how naughty I had been, I decide to sit on my doorstep when we get back, have a smoke, and then deliberately wet myself again, and the video shows right up close between my legs as I pee freely into my already soaked leggings without a care in the world! Then I stand up and show off the wet patch on my butt, and then let the rest of my pee flow into them as i stand up! You can see it stream right through the leggings! I'm really enjoying experimenting with wetting myself in public lately, as it's a very new and kinky experience for me! Hope you enjoy! Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 04/28/2020 Category Female
  5. So, I'm currently on a tour. And where I'm traveling through has a lack of toilets. Lots of greenary and shops are found in long intervals. Even then most shops don't allow you to use their restroom. Some pay to use toilets can be found. But they are super gross and you also have to pay $1 for using them. We ourselves were having a hard time managing. In short, it's a toilet crisis over here. With that said, It was a sunny day. Around noon. I stopped for buying some snacks and tea. After a while, a white van also stopped not so far from us. A girl came down from the van. She was wearing a red crop top and a brown pleated skirt. Probably a tourist like us. She entered the shop but didn't buy anything. Just looked around. She was fidgeting a bit which got me curious. I watched her as she went back to her van. She was constantly fixing her skirt for some reason. I sat on the table outside the shop. She entered the van but got off again in a hurry. She looked around a bit and walked hurridly towards the side of the road. To my surprise! OH MY GOD! She was leaking! I could faintly see but I'm sure she leaked from the way she walked. She reached under her skirt to pull down her underwear and just let go standing. She sat down immediately with her skirt hiding her underwear and privates. From the slight glimpse of when she was standing, I think the undies were white, not sure. She let out a big stream which I could see very clearly. Followed a bit of spraying at the end. She got up. Pulled her underwear up amd hurried back to the van while fixing her skirt. They left the place shortly after that. I was shocked at what I witnessed. I never thought I'd get to see a public wetting irl. And in the middle of nowhere. (You can tell how excited I am by me resetting my password just to login here after ages just to make this post) Bonus: After having the snacks I actually walked up there where the girl sat. And yes there was indeed a wet patch on the road. There were bits of wet spots along the way supporting my theory of her leaking on the way. Witnessing that is giving me an urge to pee outside. But I'm not bold enough to try something like that. What do I do? ><
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    General info 1280x720/Approx 78 minutes excluding ads/30fps/H.264/MP4 This video unfortunately has a bunch of QR codes stamped all over it from the website that released it :(. I'm sure an unwatermarked version is out in the wilderness somewhere but until it turns up this will have to do Performers: Kanon Mira General Description: This movie is less to my taste but I wanted to upload it in the interest of Diaper content/ continuing the Sanwa Shuppan collection that is already up here. I should warn you up front there are multiple enemas / messy changes involved over the course of the video. So if this isn't your thing, look elsewhere ! The movie starts with an interview on our Star (Kanon Mira) before moving into a series of diaper changes and desperate moments - some messy, some wet. From time to time Mira is taken to the roof of the building, or walking through the streets nearby while she is trying to hold before inevitably relenting to her body's needs. She regularly undergoes costume changes as well and the final scenes are shot in the apartment at night time - suggesting either a long day of filming or perhaps it was shot over multiple days. She is changed between traditional cloth, disposable/paper diapers and pull ups. There's one leaking moment with a puddle forming on the floor underneath her and at least one very-messy post enema change. The movie closes with a shorter interview and is bookended with adverts for other DVDs. I hope this content is appropriate here (given there are both Omorashi and Diaper themes) but I'm not sure where the line is - I checked the rules but didn't see anything specifically addressing this.
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  7. View File ACZD-003 A Pampered Diaper Experience Date Kanon Chura [Scat warning] General info 1280x720/Approx 78 minutes excluding ads/30fps/H.264/MP4 This video unfortunately has a bunch of QR codes stamped all over it from the website that released it :(. I'm sure an unwatermarked version is out in the wilderness somewhere but until it turns up this will have to do Performers: Kanon Mira General Description: This movie is less to my taste but I wanted to upload it in the interest of Diaper content/ continuing the Sanwa Shuppan collection that is already up here. I should warn you up front there are multiple enemas / messy changes involved over the course of the video. So if this isn't your thing, look elsewhere ! The movie starts with an interview on our Star (Kanon Mira) before moving into a series of diaper changes and desperate moments - some messy, some wet. From time to time Mira is taken to the roof of the building, or walking through the streets nearby while she is trying to hold before inevitably relenting to her body's needs. She regularly undergoes costume changes as well and the final scenes are shot in the apartment at night time - suggesting either a long day of filming or perhaps it was shot over multiple days. She is changed between traditional cloth, disposable/paper diapers and pull ups. There's one leaking moment with a puddle forming on the floor underneath her and at least one very-messy post enema change. The movie closes with a shorter interview and is bookended with adverts for other DVDs. I hope this content is appropriate here (given there are both Omorashi and Diaper themes) but I'm not sure where the line is - I checked the rules but didn't see anything specifically addressing this. Submitter diaped Submitted 04/18/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  8. You stand still in front of them legs wide open, bladder full with four pints' worth of beer and liquid – never had to go so bad before – excited like that one time you tried and tried to let it go though your Pride, rock-solid and your Dick, rock-hard collided collided collided collided and wetting was no more. Just a fart came out instead Pride had won: the flow was stemmed. I watch you from a distance – legs wide open, bladder full – tonight you're gonna wet yourself in front of all these people you don't know. DO IT! Four pints'worth of beer and – DO IT! Just a fart came out inst – DO IT! Your dick [MY DICK!] rock hard – DO IT! I stand still in front of them four pints of beer and pride and liquid and pride excited like that dick [YOUR DICK! MY DICK!] one time I tried and tried and tried and – — Warm embrace, sweet relief down my pants like a thief stealthy, wet, copious piss down my pants – pure bliss. I opened my eyes and realized what I'd always fantasized – Hug me! Kiss me! Hold my hands – "Baby, I've wet my pants."
  9. Hello everyone. As promised, here's my first story. A few introductory words: It is set in northern Italy in a fictional town called Bresmona. As a result of the Decorum Act, public urination is now a much worse offense than it used to be. The local mayor has just created the Decorum Patrol, a private police force with the objective of keeping the streets of Bresmona clean and safe. The story centers around a group of high school boys who recently turned 18 and play soccer in a local team, and their social lives. In this first part you'll get to know Luca, his friend Alex and the girls Gloria and Laura. It's a Saturday night near the end of May, and The boys are going to a party at Cascina 99, a local discotheque. It is the place to be on a Saturday night, and the girls are waiting for them inside. Alex and Luca have loaded up on booze in order to get to the party with the right kind of buzz. This story contains vulgar language and swear words, because I have tried to make the characters sound realistic. I apologize for the inevitable misspellings and mistakes. This is it. I hope you enjoy it! 1. "A NIGHT TO REMEMBER" "Ohh yes!" He moaned in relief as a super powerful jet of beer piss came pouring down on the dirt in front of him. His legs spread apart like a good boy, so as to keep his piss from splashing back on his brand new shoes. They were in complete darkness, almost. "Dude, where THE FUCK are you? I can't see shit in here" Luca hissed frustratingly at his friend Alex as he tried to find a way through the trees. They'd loaded up on booze and had been drinking the whole night. They wanted to make sure they'd arrive at the party with the right kind of buzz. Which means now both had to piss like a racehorse. "Fuck you man, you're already pissing! You could've waited for me a second. Holy shit I'm fucking pissing myself here." "Ohh yes. Fuck!" Alex ignored his friend's comment, still moaning in relief, his jet still going strong. "Did we really need to hide this far for a fucking piss?" Asked Luca as he got ready to finally relieve himself "It's the fucking Decorum Patrol" replied Alex "you get caught pissing in public and you get a pretty fucking hefty fine." His stream finally died down. "I don't know about you man, but I got some money in my pocket and last thing I want to do with it is give it to them fucking Decorum faggots." He put his dick back in and zipped up. At his feet, a piss lake replaced the previously dry soil. "Come on, let's go. What? You still gotta piss? Hurry up!" "Look who's talking! You took your sweet time to piss and now you're telling me to hurry up." Luca had just unzipped when suddenly a man's voice broke out: "HEY!" "FUCK!" Luca immediately zipped back up. A flashlight was trying to locate the boys' position among the trees. "Come over here right now. You too." Alex and Luca sheepishly emerged from the trees. A man not much older than them, probably in his mid twenties, was standing still with a flashlight in his hands. Dressed in a black uniform, black cargo pants, on the tight side. On his chest, "Decorum Patrol" written in a yellow font that looked kinda cheesy for a police force. "What are you guys doing?" "We were trying to see what was there behind those trees." Alex came up with the lamest excuse ever. "There's nothing to see there. It's a big park, there's no lights and I don't want you to get hurt. Either go back to the Discotheque or get out of here." "Yes sir." "Come on. Move." So they walked the trail back to the Disco. "Fucking faggots. What the hell do they care if a man takes a fucking piss?" Alex complained while casually touching his crotch from time to time. A last drop of piss had escaped into his underwear. Thank goodness he was wearing black boxer briefs. He planned on getting laid tonight. As for Luca... He was in a much worse situation. He felt like his bladder was about to explode. His mind had been sending signals to his body that it was finally time to pee, but now the Decorum officer had thwarted his plan when he was almost starting to go. "Yeah at least you fucking pissed. I need to go BAD." "Oh come on quit bitching, just use the bathrooms inside." Replied Alex. Thankfully they'd bought the tickets to the event in advance, which meant less queuing for them to do. But queuing still. Luca made sure to stand slightly behind Alex. He crossed his legs and squeezed his dick multiple times, trying to be as discreet as possible. His desperation came in waves, and when it hit, it was almost impossible for him to stand still. He hadn't been this desperate in a long time. It suddenly reminded him of times when he pissed himself as a kid. It unlocked forgotten memories, such as that time he completely disgraced himself in 5th grade coming home from a school trip. He remembered thinking 5th grade was way too old for a kid to wet himself. Was he... Was he gonna wet himself now? At 18? Pfff. No way. He wondered why he even considered it a possibility. He was a MAN. A man with a pretty hot chick waiting inside for him. What the hell was he doing thinking about pants pissing and 5th grade? Fuck that! The line quickly dissolved. They showed their tickets to the bouncer and entered. ________ The building was packed with young and gorgeous human beings of both sexes. The air was hot and hormones filled the room. Everybody was dancing, or trying to dance, or trying to impress the person they wanted to bang. Each body oozing sexual energy. Each mind dominated by transgression. Loud music and strobe lights overwhelmed the senses. "I need to go find Laura. She's waiting for me by the fake palm trees. Meet me at the counter later. Remember we got a free drink with the ticket!" And with that, Alex disappeared into the crowd. Now that Luca was alone, he couldn't help holding himself even more blatantly. "FUCK I need a piss" he thought. "I need to find a bathroom asap." It wasn't his first time here, but it was his first time needing to use the bathroom facilities. He knew it was easier said than done. There would always be a pretty long line at both the men's and the women's. Alcohol knows no genders, and two bathrooms weren't enough to deal with this many young adults and their full bladders. He made his way into the crowd to reach the men's bathroom. With each step he felt his bulging bladder hit against his belt. He tried to walk somewhat normally, but it was difficult. All that beer wanted out. NOW. Thankfully the darkness made it easier for him to go unnoticed. He distractedly bumped into a pretty heavy guy: "hey man, what's your fucking problem? You got a problem with me?" "Fuck – hey I'm sorry man" The guy squared him up for a second, then let him go: "Fuck you. Get the fuck out of here." Luca proceeded in the direction of the bathroom and didn't look back. This confrontation had increased his need to piss even more. He was young, athletic and had a pretty big sense of pride. Normally he wouldn't let random people talk shit to him. He thought he could put up a fight. But not tonight. He was about to piss himself. Ain't nobody ever won a fight by pissing himself. he would have disgraced himself in front of a total strang—oh shut the fuck up! He shushed himself in his thoughts. "Nobody pisses his pants at 18. It's ridiculous." And the bathroom situation was just what he expected. A long line of boys waiting to empty their bladders. His need had escalated even more. Suddenly He felt a sharp pang of desperation travel through his bladder, from his bladder to the shaft, and from the shaft to the tip of his manhood. "Oh shit shit SHIT –" all good. He was back in control of his bladder. "That was close" he thought. "Heyyy!" He heard a female voice rise up from the noise. He turned around and there she was. Gloria, the reason he came here tonight. The short but voluptuous brunette he'd been trying to bang for almost a month. "Heeyy! Where have you been? Laura, Alex and I have been waiting for you by the counter. Come on, let's go get something to drink!" "Fuck" he thought to himself. What now? Should he tell his date he was about to piss himself? Not a great move. And even if he did, he would still have to wait at least another 15 minutes here in front of this fucking bathroom. The line was moving pretty slow. Fuck! He knew it. He should have pissed before coming here. He was so fucking close if it hadn't been for that stupid Decorum motherfucker. He didn't say anything, just put on a fake smile while Gloria grabbed his veiny hand and dragged him away. "I love your shirt" she had to shout to make herself heard while they crossed the dancefloor to get to the bar. "and this... is this One Million? Mmm it's my favorite perfume " Luca was glad to know it. Only... He just hoped One Million wasn't going to turn into One Piss. They got to the counter where Alex and Laura were waiting for them. "Finally! Dude Where the hell have you been?" "Just... I was... Looking... Tryna... Whatever, nevermind" Luca was trying as hard as he could to not show weakness, but his confused reply and body language gave it away. Alex remembered his friend hadn't been able to pee earlier on. He put two and two together. Luca was still bursting for a piss. "FOUR MOJITOS" Alex shouted to the bartender. "Shit" Luca thought to himself. He liked mojito alright. But he sure was not in the mood for any liquid right now. Let alone a fucking mojito. "There you go guys" the waiter placed four ice cold mojitos on the counter, a black plastic straw sticking out from each one. As soon as Luca picked up the glass, the coldness of it travelled though his veins all the way to his bladder. It was like having a little spirit poke his bladder with a needle. He instantly crossed his legs hard, trying to squeeze his bulge with his inner thighs as hard as he could. "Anything wrong?" Gloria asked him. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him. So pretty, so handsome. A white, very elegant Ralph Lauren shirt. A nice complementing pair of jeans. Brand new sneakers, whiter than snow. And underneath... A glorious body shaped by the soccer gods. WHAT A MAN! "Nothing" he replied. "It's the drink... Wow, it's pretty cold" "Yeah, no shit it's cold" he immediately thought to himself "it's full of ice, it's a mojito, what the hell did you expect?? Fuck, I need to FUCKING PISS!!! I can't even think straight. Fuck!" Laura whispered something in Gloria's ears, and Luca immediately took advantage of the situation sneaking a hand in his pocket and giving his dick a big squeeze while Gloria wasn't looking. He tried to look over the dancefloor in the direction of the bathroom. Yep. Hard to see from here, but there's definitely still some people waiting outside. "Hey... Let's go dancing!" Gloria and Laura were desperate to get on the dancefloor with their new boyfriends. The loud music, the chaos, the flickering lights, the smoke, the strobo... What better way to get intimate with them. Luca was also desperate... but a different kind of desperate. Gloria briefly caressed her womanhood. She was definitely not dry down there. "Yeah! Let's go!" And so the girls dragged their boyfriends on to the dancefloor. The DJ had just put on a new song. A remixed version of the 1990s hit "What is love" now filled the room. Alex and Laura disappeared into the crowd. Gloria put her arms around Luca's neck. The strobo lights made it look like a sequence of still shots. Her eyes and smile had LOVE written all over them. She pushed her womanhood close to Luca's bulge and gave him a passionate kiss. Luca was not enjoying it as he should. His dick was limp and unresponsive. His mind was focussed on one thing. I NEED TO PISS. They fiercely made out. She kissed him on his lips, then french kissed, then she kissed him on his neck leaving him a lipstick-tinted love bite. She was the one taking the initiative. He felt like a ragdoll. The music got quieter. Everyone was singing along to the lyrics: "What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more... No more No more No more No more More More More More More more more more More more more more MoMoMoMo MoMoMoMo MOMOMOMOMOMOMOMO –" as the DJ was ready to drop the beat, it happened. Luca felt a shiver in his bladder and down his spine. A warm sensation in his boxer briefs. His mind had yet to register what was happening. Gloria was standing still in front of him, smiling and looking him in the eyes, her arms still around his neck, when a powerful jet of piss erupted from his member, washing his scrotum, licking his butthole and quickly saturating his underwear with piss. Then flowed down both of his legs with great force, drenching both the front and the back of his jeans. It was a flood. The piss rapidly got to his socks and pooled inside his shoes. A steady trickle of piss flowed from his left cuff down to the floor, creating a big puddle of piss. He was pissing himself. At 18. In front of his girlfriend. He tried to stop the flow, but his contractions only made the piss flow out of his cock even faster. There was no stopping this. The beat dropped, and Luca was still pissing. After three or four bladder spasms, which sent an additional load of piss down his pants, he was finally finished. He wiggled his toes and they were in a pool of piss. Touched his crotch with his left hand – soaked. He moved his hand back where his butthole is – soaked. The inside of his legs – soaked. He had just pissed himself. Period. His mind was going a 100 miles an hour. Now relief, now embarrassment, now relief, now WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA DO NOW?" And that was just the beginning. Gloria felt something weird under her feet. She removed her arms from Luca's neck and looked down. "What... Yeeeww... What the hell... Why's the floor all wet all of a sudden?" ________ END OF PART 1 Let me know what you think! Keep following this thread for more! New parts will be posted down here in the comments.
  10. View File Nerdy Faery: Pee With Me Nearly a month ago I ordered a custom rewetting video. the model pulled out at the last second. I forgot about that one. I ordered another rewetting video from another girl and we had a disagreement. These videos was a good bye present to this site. The website gave me store credit for both videos. I did not see the point of wasting it. So I contacted Nerdy Faery to see if she would be interested in a rewetting video. She said yes and boy did she deliver. I had her wear her porn hub swimsuit and jacket. She pissed herself so many times. Twice on the bed, three times out side (one time in jeans), and many more. You can see the stain on the swimsuit! She urges you to pee with her through the video! Are you going to pee with her? I hope you do! This will likely be the last video I upload here. I hope you guys love it! Note: I do not see her in the do not post list. Submitter Super awesome Submitted 04/01/2022 Category Female  
  11. Hello everyone! Here is where I will update my regular experiences, videos, photos, stories and any new content so everyone has a main thread to follow if they want to! I will update in this thread anytime I have anything new, like videos, photos, experiences etc! ****** ****** For anyone that doesnt know me, my name is Alice! I am a 26 year old British girl with a genuine passion for wetting myself, and peeplay and experimenting with different outfits and new ways to enjoy some kinky wet fun. I'm a short, 5ft 2, blonde girl and sometimes quite shy, but I like to share my experiences with wetting myself because it's a part of me that brings me so much joy, happiness and is also a huge turn on for me and my boyfriend Dave. We have been together for 8 years now and we live together, but I also like watching other girls wet their pants too and think I maybe a little bi or at least curious about that side of me, too. I first got into wetting when I was just 18 when me and my boyfriend first started dating. I discovered his fetish for seeing girls wet their pants by accident only a few weeks into dating, so I was super curious and thought "this sounds really hot". So I kept insinuating that I would be prepared to do it after I watched a fair few videos of other girls online. So eventually I did try it. I laid on my back in bed, put a towel under my butt, and let him watch me pee my pink panties. It felt incredible! And it was such a turn on for me to just lay there and wet myself on purpose while he watched. He was obviously very turned on abd we had an amazing time that night if you know what I mean and it gave me a lot of confidence! I wet myself a further 3 times that night, in my panties, naked, and on him and it the most erotic, passionate night I've ever experienced! It lit something up inside me and I kept thinking about it again and again, and there is just something about it that makes me feel like a really naughty girl. Like innocent, but very kinky at the same time. I also love that wonderful sense of relief, and that forbidden, sudden warmth that spreads in my crotch or under my butt, or all down my legs when I'm in tight jeans. There is just nothing else like it! It makes me feel like a bad girl peeing in naughty places too, and it is my biggest turn on! I do it regularly now whenever I get the chance, and love trying it in different, fun and exciting ways! It turns me on more than pretty much anything else now! I think I've always thought it was hot even before I was 18, but never experimented with it sexually until I met Dave. I have never been ashamed of this kink either, its just a part of me and my boyfriend (Dave), and we have always been so open and experimental with it and both enjoy it so much! I would much rather wet myself than go to the toilet most days if I could, but I also know this isn't always practical in real life . We have talked about sharing some things online every now and then over the years, and in fact we actually did post a video of me wetting my Jean's in bed back in 2015, but I wanted to share my experiences now and bring a bit of joy to others too, and show everyone that there is nothing wrong with peeing your pants for pleasure, and that it can be an amazing thing to do! I enjoy going out on beautiful country walks and drives too, and love exploring. And it's also super fun to film my naughty exploits when we do this! I hope you all enjoy my content, and please feel free to comment, share your opinions, ask me questions, or just lurk and enjoy the free content if you want. Anything I make from sales from my paid videos is going to go towards some new outfits and jeans to wet, so I can keep making some videos and experiment some more and have a little fun. Big love, Alice ❤❤❤❤
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  13. Ok, it was actually Friday night but I've been writing and rewriting this off and on since then and welllllll, there isn't a cute way to say About 2 Night Ago and I like a good punchy headline . So. I've been Moody lately. My SO and I are on the ropes. My ego is bruised from a few rejections in various aspects of my life. My bestie is far far away. I'm over analytical. And I am unsatisfied at work. But. But... Ya can't keep a good woman down. I haven't felt like myself in the past 6 years. But I can feel something magical and strong growing inside. Ready to grab the world and it's people by the balls. The optimistic and extroverted half of me is determined and that requires activities! Sometimes that means dragging me out against my will to hear music. Even on the shittiest of nights out, when drama is all around and the scene is weird, the music saves me. But Friday night was nothing but smooth sailing with a cherry on top and I thank the universe for that. Some back story: ************************** Sorry, I didn't paste the whole story in. Eek! Here goes: I have a horrible habit of suggesting an activity ahead of time and then when the time finally arrives, cancelling. Especially on Friday nights. After the work week my grand ideas seem really REAALLLLLY impossible. Anybody Else? I live in a fairly (socially) liberal smallish monied coastal area with a LOT of good local music and musicians. Earlier in the week I saw that one of my fave local bands was going to be performing at a restaurant/lounge I love. They aren't a regular band. They are a bunch of guys from other bands that started a New Orleans style Second Line during Summer 2020 to make some scratch and get their mojo back. And once the restos were allowed to reopen outside two summers ago, these guys would busk around, stopping to play for diners and pass the hat. It made eating out magical. Spacious tables under white twinkly lights, the salt air, that slow sweaty feeling from 2 drinks on a smotheringly hot summer night and that weird sense of camaraderie this shit show has thankfully given us all. They have a great sound. Mostly horns and very funky. A great mix of local young guys with chops and well respected studio musicians just out there, bringing joy. So. THIS band was going to be playing at a fave place to eat dinner. It's a beachy almost Baja vibe with lots of booths and a small raised stage in the front. It's kinda weird setting in the winter,can't lie. Live music every night at 10. So when I found out these guys were playing, I invited ALLLLL my friends and got very few responses. So I just called it off in my head. Until Friday morning when Peg ( yes, the Peg from my city accident from 2015? 2016?) texted me to ask what the plan was. Plan?, I texted. For tonight!, she said. I pointed out she didn't respond to the group text, so plans are off. But then she laid it on THICK. Friends going through divorces want to go HARD when they have a sitter. Like, I can't keep up with these ladies! Peg is divorcing the dick husband from that earlier post, btw . I tried to weasel my way out of it but to no avail. Fine, I said. So I called to reserve a table and confirm set times. I kinda procrastinated on getting ready. A disco nap. An espresso. Another espresso. Tons of water. Because...well... I'm me . I bothered to blow dry my hair and put on some makeup. Nothing fancy. I threw on my leopard print above the knee wrap dress I've had forever. Good cleavage, a collar pop and away I went. It was 15 degrees out and we are going to be ON THE OCEAN. But, I hate holding a coat. So, I didn't bring one. I picked Peg up around 8. We got there around 8:30. Because town was quiet (combo of cold plus post Xmas holiday bills plus covid) we got pretty decent parking, maybe 3 blocks south on the same street as the resto. We ran down the sidewalks, freezing and laughing. Burst into the dining room . At dinner we sat in a large round booth towards the back of the dance floor, just the two of us, and ordered a sushi feast with jalapeno pineapple margs. Holy fucking shit balls those margs are in my dreams. We both know a lot of people. So if they were masked ( the town is a covid hotspot) we let them sit and play catch-up. It felt almost holidayish. The place has little lights strung up year round and dim lighting and the vibe is chill and kinda beachy. I was really feeling myself and we could feel a lot of eyes on us and we rose to the occasion. Personally, when I feel like that, I'm in love with the world. I'm radiant and vibrating. I love to tease and flirt, harmlessly ( let's remember I'm not attracted to many people) and so every man, woman, and pup was treated to the best version of me. That town loves it's dogs. The band was setting up as we ate and then started warming up as our plates were cleared. By the time they started the first set the resto was pretty full. Almost SRO in the front and so I'm glad they let us keep our booth. Each booth is elevated and so by kneeling in the booth or standing by our table we were removed from the fray and mouths with a great view of the stage. We danced our asses off. We both studied ballet for 15+ years and love to boogie. Lots of older,sometimes rearranged blues and funk and rock. Great for getting the hips and ass into it. As many of you have seen, those are sizeable assets on me and keep moving even after I stop and so a lot of guys got an ass to the elbow . Sorry not sorry, fellas! First set blew by. I switched to water half way through. So I had 3 margs in 2 hour. And it was like 10:30. We decided to go pee. Mind you I HAD NO PLANS ON AN ACCIDENT!!!. Yes, I've wet that dress many times before, especially back in the " Mike days" and so when I pick it out of my closet I get tingles and dirty thoughts but that wasn't the idea AT ALL Friday night. Let's pee now, I said. Plus she wanted a ciggy. So we walked to the back where the bathrooms are. They are single bathrooms and the line for men and women was insane. But we knew that secretly that resto was attached to ANOTHER bar and so we quietly slipped out the side just to find THEIR bathrooms just as bad. She suggested she have her cig first and that when we come back the line would be gone. Made sense to me. She smokes American Spirits. Those things take FOREVER. So we slipped out the back and onto the boardwalk. (I'm gonna attempt a map below so y'all can visualize. ) Now we were on a long well lit boardwalk with the restaurants and bars behind us, the sand and raging Atlantic in front of us and a long length of boardwalk to either side of us. The wind was horrible so we had to head north a bit to hide behind a closed ice cream shack so she could spark up. Unbeknownst to her... I was starting to get desperate. 3 margs, 2 waters there. 2 espressos and 1L of water at home and I hadn't peed since home at like 6pm. The cold air was making it bad, quickly. "Come on, Peg, I plead. It's freezing girl." She looked around the shack and into the glass restaurant and noted the line was still there. Ok, fine, I growled as I put my right hand in-between my legs, pushing my dress up into my crotch while she just laughed and we resumed our mildly tipsy debate over supply chain issues and China. Sexy, I know. After a couple more minutes I said "Girl, I love ya, but fuck this" kissed the top of her hat ,remember she is 5'0 tall and in heels I'm 6'0 ,and ran inside by myself. I got right on that bathroom line. Only 6 women and 2 dudes. I did the math. If the men's room comes up free and these other ladies don't take it, I will , shamelessly. 3 minutes per person and I could ostensibly be IN a bathroom in 6 minutes!!!! But the line was slowwwww. Ladies,wtf are you doing in there? SERIOUSLY. I'm vain AF and I get in and out. Peg finished her cig and joined me. We were last in line still. I was doing the pee pee dance by then. We women all commiserated. The band was getting back on stage. Meg joked we should just go pee in the sand. Don't tempt me, I muttered through clenched teeth. And it just got worse and worse. I could feel leaking. BTW- I leak now a lot all of a sudden. A new thing for me btw... Being back in the warm inside hadn't calmed my urge. I was still shivering. The horse was out of the barn. It's bad, I told her. Real bad. And then that practical mommy gene we women all seem to have kicked in and with an annoyed sigh she very straightforwardly said " just go outside. This is ridiculous. Fuck this line" . BUT. BUT! Peeing outside with intention is always a mess for me. Even in a dress I drench myself and shoes. I don't think I'm squatting right?!?! I don't angle right. No, I said. And the line moved one more. Down to 3 women and 1 man... And I lost it. Just started dribbling. I let out a sound that she later told me was like when the microwave dings and went running but in heels with my legs tight to prevent a mess which isn't very fast. I managed to get out the back door and onto the boards just as I broke. With that larger step out, the floodgates opened and I quickly moved forward like 10 feet. Sometimes people enter from that side and I didn't want them to have to stand in my pee to do so. The back door has an awning and covered seating area in the summer and in the winter the awning's skeleton is still up and all the tables and chairs are stacked and chained. I kicked off my red suede peep toe 3" heel pumps and just kinda hid in among the tables and chairs. I was mortified. Lots of people walk the boardwalk even on winter nights and the restaurants on either side of us were modern glass blocks. Peg wasn't far behind me. She was dying laughing. Bent over dying as I told her to "stfu up, I swear to God, Peg, I'll kill you " but by now I was doubled over laughing too! It was a long strong pee and as I belly laughed it spurted out even more. This made us both giggle more and then I was kinda wiggling my bottom in different directions as I did it, pissing all over my long pale soft freezing pink chubby legs and adorable feet with a deep burgundy polish on. As the pee ended she pointed out I needed to dry off so she ran in, popped into the waitress station and stole a few cloth napkins. We both wiped me down, then she held my hand for balance as I slipped each heel back on. Well, I feel great, I said as I tossed my hair and we went back inside. The line was gone now. She said she would go pee and told me to go hold down the fort aka our table. " Keep the germy bitches away" is how she said it. I'm on it, I said and dorkily leaned forward with one leg up in the air behind me and my arms out in front like a flying super hero. She laughed and I strode off. I was high off that. My embarrassment bc those others on line KNEW what was happening and then joy bc her response made it fun. So many senses. Air temperature, holding, leaking, hot piss, immediately cold piss,salt air, perfumes, ocean wind. The cold old boards under my feet outside with cold air coming up between each. The steam off my hot sopping pussy. The smells of booze and food. And now the soaking wet bodysuit I had under my dress. It's kinda like Spanx and I love it. I enjoy commando or being almost strapped into my undergarments, nothing in-between. So now I have this wet nylon snap crotch one piece bathing suit like thing with no tit coverage rubbing against my clit and the wetness creeping up my back and tummy. I pushed through the crowd, shoo'd some Basics away from our table and ordered us both waters. She came back and plopped down, a shot for each of us in her paw. It's bad when ya know the bartenders everywhere lol. It was about midnight and I was stone sober. I agreed. Down the hatch with unbroken eye contact, like it should be. Ahhhhh. Whiskey. Mother's milk. My cold body warmed immediately. mmmmm. Back on our feet and danced our asses off til after 1 when we had to go bc of the sitter. So we kissed good byes out of that place and out the FRONT door we went. Even colder now. Runnnnnnnnnnnnnn . I had my shoes off, bare feet on the sidewalk and I could hear her little black combat boots right behind me. The wind was whipping off the ocean and roaring in my ears. The cold made me gasp. Breathless from the cold and exercise ( for us that's a workout) we threw ourselves into the car and I cranked that bitch up. " Seat heaters!" she yelled while scanning all the buttons, looking. I took her finger and pushed it on the button. She asked if I needed a towel or something, remembering my accident. I assured her it had dried. Seriously?she asked, not believing me. Look at these thighs, I said. And then we cracked up about my massive chonky legs and we put our seatbelts on and drove home, debating the politics of teacher tenure ( she is a top secondary teacher in my state and I'm so proud of her) and standardized testing. When we got to her house I asked her if I could come in to... Pee. So barefoot I ran over the driveway and right to the loo. I drive barefoot btw if the shoe is a heel. When I rejoined her the sitter was gone and her 10 year old daughter was awake now. I adore this kid. I covered her in puppy kisses then dashed off. All in all, an amazing night. Different parts of my soul got fed and none of them were in conflict and it was just so.... All I know is when I got home to my empty condo, rinsed my bottom with the wand in the shower and then crawled into bed all warm and clean and soft and naked, that I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I'd really love to have another accident around her and then encourage her to just go behind a bush or in a flowerpot like a normal person pops a squat or cops a squat or WTF that expression is?Anyway. I want that. She doesn't do it for me sexually except for my intense admiration for her, and that's a turn on for me. But I have never though of her sexually and never will. And I don't feel any guilt like I'm involving her in my sexual escapades unknowingly bc she knows I'm a freak and she is one too. I'm so tempted to tell her I'm into this. I think this Spring I can make it happen. Thanks for reading this goddamn NOVEL. Love, Your Princess **UPDATED TO Include MY SAD Attempt AT A MAP**
  14. Lain had been in the mall for quite some time. She had mainly been in the bookstore, browsing through books and seeing if there were any to add to her ever-growing collection. She loved books, any and all kinds. Lain really liked to expand her knowledge of everything she could study. She liked manga the best though, something about the artwork always caught her eye. She was browsing through some books when she felt it. A sudden strong urge to pee. Lain bent over slightly and squeezed her thighs together tightly. It was a medical problem she had. She would get a sudden strong urge to pee, and would often have trouble holding it in and leak. Lain was fine when she was younger, it wasn't until she turned 13 that the problem started. Doctors couldn't figure out why and just suggested she use panty liners and absorbent pads. No medications had helped her. She just had to deal with it and it happened at the most inconvenient times too. Doctors were baffled as it was as if she drank a lot of liquids, yet she didn't. Lain had been doing so well with the problem recently, that unfortunately on this day, she wasn't wearing any protection. She bit her bottom lip and straightened up. It felt like she had drunk two very large water bottles. The pressure was building up and she knew it was only a matter of time before she started leaking. Lain put the books away and exited the bookstore. Sadly for her, the restrooms were all the way on the lowest level and she was on the highest level. Lain began walking as fast as she possibly could with her close to bursting bladder. "God I have to pee, I don't know if I can hold it in this time." Lain thought. The pressure increased and pushed hard on her bladder and Lain stopped dead in her tracks. She could feel the pee rushing toward her urethra, ready to leak out. "Please just wait! Hold on a little longer!" Lain begged her bladder. But it was to no avail and Lain felt multiple spurts escape, dampening her panties. She squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could without people noticing. Lain managed to stop the leak for now. She began walking toward the stairs, as she didn't want to go in an elevator with tons of people right now. She took the steps two at a time, trying her hardest to keep control of her bladder. Lain made it down the flight of stairs and was now on the fourth level. She was previously on the fifth level. The restrooms were on the first level. The elevators would have taken her faster, but she really didn't want people watching her in the elevator, while she desperately tries to hold her pee in. Lain began walking toward the flight of stairs to the third level. But suddenly a strong wave of pressure hit her. She felt a tingling sensation at the tip of her urethra. Her thighs weren't currently tightly together, as she is trying to walk as quick as she possibly can. Lain fights desperately to keep it in. The pee threatening to leak out of her. Her urethra quivering as it struggles to close and hold it in. Lain bites her lower lip, trying desperately to fight her body's urge to relax her urethra. She is currently stopped at the side of the walking area. Holding onto the railing overlooking the third floor. Lain is wearing tight jean colored skinny jeans with a shirt with cats on it. Underneath she is wearing a white bra and white cotton panties. She has above shoulder short brown hair, hazel eyes, caucasian skin. A skinny body and size B breasts. She can't fight it, her body's urge to relax it. Lain feels her panties grow warm and closes her eyes in relief. Until she remembers she is in the middle of the mall, pissing herself. Lain gasps quietly and crossing her legs tightly, holding herself in between her legs. Not caring that people might be staring. Lain manages to slow down peeing and almost thinks that she is in the clear. She doesn't feel any pee coming out. Lain looks down at her jeans and sees that there is a baseball size wet spot at the front. She curses under her breath. Luckily she always brings her favorite black oversized hoodie with her, in a tote bag. In case of accidents or leaks. She takes it out of her tote bag and slips it on, it covers the wet spot perfectly. Lain's bladder feels less pressure, currently and seems to be half full now. Or so her bladder made her think. In reality, it was still pretty full and about ready to burst. Lain didn't know this, however. She takes a step toward the third-floor stairs and another step. So far so good. Lain takes the third step and feels an overwhelming pressure overpower her. She can't stop it this time. Her urethra relaxes completely, tired from all the holding. Lain gasps loudly and holds herself, but pee is gushing out full blast. She feels the urine going down her legs and making a big puddle underneath her. All that pent up urine is finally escaping. Lain can't help but throw her head back and close her eyes. Letting out a moan of relief. She finishes after several long minutes, and opens her eyes and looks down at the mess she made. She can't believe that that much liquid was inside of her. Her bladder gave her a lot of trouble. Lain wishes she had more control over it. (Pictures aren't mine and are from Google. All rights go to the owners or makers of said pictures. This is just how I think Lain would look.)
  15. My husband has been dabbling in erotica recently. I asked him to write me a story, and although he does not share my fetish, he agreed. With his permission, I'm sharing it with all of you. Enjoy ----- Jennifer Bale was a mousy, timid woman who could not, however hard she tried, pee in public. She knew she was far from the only one with that problem, but every time she tried it was like running face-first into a brick wall and bouncing off. She’d sit there, bladder full with the constant sensation of starting up the stream, and then nothing would come out. It was an embarrassing agony Jennifer avoided mostly through working from home and timing all of her excursions around her bladder. It was something she’d never admit to anyone else, but the aversion was so strong in her that even talking about it made her throat close up and her thoughts turn fuzzy with shame. This was exactly the kind of thing she knew people would laugh at her about, and so she kept it silent. It wasn’t a comfortable life, but it was one Jennifer was used to. Until the day came when she got a new job. “All that remains is a background check and a drug test,” the interviewer had cheerfully told her over zoom. “You’re not hiding a closet full of dead bodies are you?” she asked, laughing. “N-no, no dead bodies or anything,” Jennifer replied, forcing a smile on her face. She pushed her glasses back up her nose and said, “I’m not a drug user or anything, but is the drug test really necessary? Wasn’t it mostly to catch people smoking pot back in the day?” The interviewer sighed and shrugged. “You’re not wrong, but try telling the higher ups that. If it was up to me you wouldn’t have to, but it’s not. Is that going to be a problem?” Jennifer shook her head vehemently. “No no, not at all. I’ve got nothing to hide.” That wasn’t entirely true. She had herself to hide, and the idea of peeing into a cup in a public restroom was…God, if Jennifer didn’t need this job, she…Probably still would’ve given in and done it. She wasn’t the type to make a fuss or make noise if things weren’t going her way. This was no different. So the next day, Jennifer found herself going down to the local clinic, horrified to find it almost entirely full. She shifted her purse, heavy with a big refillable water bottle, and tried to get the receptionist’s attention. “What? Can’t you see I’m busy?” the receptionist barked. She had the phone cradled against her shoulder while she typed on the computer. All around them, the clinic buzzed with a never ending stream of noise. Families sat close together talking, the TV blared out yuppies pretending to buy homes on HGTV, and a couple kids ran around screaming with their hands thrown in the air. Jennifer leaned in closer, wetting her lips and says, “I was told to come here for a drug test and I --” “Name?” “J-jennifer Bale,” she replied, eyes darting around. The receptionist hung up and typed a bit more on her computer. A small printer spat out a label she stuck on a small plastic cup. “The restroom’s that way. There’s a panel on the wall you can twist to open. Put your sample in there when you’re done.” Jennifer took the cup and murmured a thank you, but the receptionist was already looking past her and yelled out, “Next!” Jennifer quickly got out of the way and found a seat with a good view of the TV. She took a long, deep breath to steady herself. Step one was over and done with. Now for the hard part. She took the water bottle out of her purse and took a long, thirsty drink. The problem with drug tests, other than having to do it in a public place, was having to pee on command. Maybe other people could do it, but Jennifer was the type to be fine, to be fine, and then suddenly have to let it all out at once. That meant sitting there, she had less than zero urge to go, but needed to make herself. So she took another drink and settled in. Five minutes passed. And another and another still with no need to go. So Jennifer played a little game while watching the TV, taking a drink of water every time the home’s on TV were a price that reminded her she’d never be able to own a home. That did the trick. Jennifer went from completely fine to a sudden racing urge, like she had to catch herself to stop a slow trickle from coming out. She stood up and it got worse immediately as gravity did its thing, pressing down on her bladder. This was sure to be a good thing. Maybe she wouldn’t have the same problems going in public. Doing an almost prancing tiptoe to the bathroom, Jennifer tried the door of the one unisex bathroom and it didn’t budge. “Occupied!” the voice inside called. “Dammit,” Jennifer muttered. She stood to the side of the door and rested against the wall, waiting her turn and trying to not think about the growing urge to pee. It was difficult, and her normal position of hugging herself and appearing small served only to put more pressure on her bladder. Time stretched on torturously. Each minute felt like ten, and it wasn’t long before Jennifer had to stop herself from bouncing from foot to foot to take some of the edge off. She did the dance for a couple of seconds, before a man sitting nearby looked up and smiled, recognizing the dance. Her face flushed and she went back to suffering in stillness and silence while the waiting room remained chaotic. Finally there was the sound of flushing, water swirling around the bowl, then the sound of the sink turning on. Jennifer bit her lip suppressing a groan. The sound of the faucet pouring at full blast, even through the door, felt like it was pouring right through her, beckoning her to do the same. She managed to resist. The door to the bathroom opened, the door swinging out towards her. The occupant exited, but right as Jennifer grabbed the door, someone else came in and pulled the door shut behind them. “H-hey!” she protested. “Sorry lady, it’s an emergency!” a man’s voice called out with urgency. Jennifer cursed under her breath, but there was nothing to be done. She looked back, and a number of people were watching her. Whether it was because she was the only person doing anything noteworthy or because they were judging her, Jennifer defaulted to expecting the latter. She took a nearby seat, sample cup tight in her grasp. She honestly thought that sitting would make the urge to pee lessen, if not go away entirely. She was wrong. Sitting there sandwiched between a pregnant woman and a heavyset man, Jennifer did her normal thing of shrinking in on herself and it just made everything so much worse. Gravity wasn’t pulling on her anymore. Instead, the way she was sitting put more pressure on her aching bladder. A good ten minutes had passed since she first needed to go, and like usual the need was growing by the second. Jennifer rocked herself back and forth on the chair, breathing heavily. One leg jiggled wildly on the ground. It somehow made things better in that it gave her something to focus on, and worse as it jostled and stimulated her. She was painfully aware of the urine inside her, sloshing around like waves crashing against the shore. The toilet flushed again. Jennifer sat up straight. The door opened. As soon as the man inside was in the doorway she was out of her chair and pushing past him, closing and locking the door behind her while breathing heavily. She positioned herself over the toilet, pulling her panties down and hiking up her skirt. Holding the cup in position was a pain, but she got it there and pushed. Nothing. Jennifer closed her eyes, trying to drown out the muffled sounds of kids shouting and the TV going to an especially loud commercial. She tried to focus on just relaxing and letting nature take its course. With a grateful sigh, she felt herself shift and the flow start. And then stop immediately after just a couple drops, making the need spike painfully. “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” she said to herself. “Please please please not now.” Jennifer tried to force herself to just let go and pee. God knows she needed to go badly enough, but all the need in the world wouldn’t make her stubborn bladder let go and empty. A knock on the door surprised her into starting a stream. She was so caught off guard she nearly missed the cup entirely, but as soon as she realized she was peeing she clamped down and it was like running into that brick wall. It felt like she was still peeing, without any of the satisfaction. The knock sounded again. “Excuse me, are you done? I really need to go.” This time it was a child’s voice. Turning red, Jennifer wanted to scream at them. She’d barely been in there for like, two minutes! Instead she managed to get out, “No, not done. Please wait.” And then she tried again. It shouldn’t have been so difficult to just fucking pee. It felt like she was peeing. It felt like being in a dream where she was peeing and peeing and peeing and nothing was coming out and every second was worse than the last. Another few drops managed. And then a trickle that stopped almost as soon as it started. Slowly, haltingly, bringing the test cup up to the one third mark. And then the damned kid knocked on the door again. “Please? It’s an emergency.” And to her dismay, the kid kept knocking on the door, a constant tattoo against the wood that consumed her world. “FINE,” Jennifer almost yelled, grabbing some toilet paper and wiping. She put a lid on the sample and washed her hands. Quickly. Grabbing the sample she opened the door. A little girl no older than seven looked up at her. “Thanks,” she said, grinning and showing a missing tooth. It was hard to be mad at her for long. Jennifer gave her a pained smile and went to the receptionist. She held it out. The receptionist sneered at her. “What do you want me to do with it? You put it in the panel in the bathroom. And they’re going to need more than that.” More? It was hard enough to get this out. Jennifer said nothing as she retreated to her seat near the bathroom. Stopping and starting as often as she had was torture. It was worse now, a constant sensation of phantom-peeing. And then it happened. Jennifer reached the point where she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, she could pee in public if she had to. She could pee in public if given the opportunity. All she had to do was wait for the kid to get out of the bathroom and then everything would be fine and she could pee and go home. The minutes passed slowly, tauntingly. The rest of the water hit her bladder and now she was so full she ached. There was no way for her to sit that wasn’t uncomfortable, that didn’t make everything worse. The entire time she stared at the door, silently begging the child to just be done. Now, Jennifer could not only pee in public, she wanted to. She reached the point of silently praying, begging anyone who would hear her that she would do whatever they wanted if it meant some relief. Her panties were wet, and she knew she was starting to leak now, little droplets coming out regardless of how hard she clamped down. The TV changed to a commercial again, suddenly doubling in volume. Jennifer jumped in her seat and the motion made her let go. She was frozen in her seat, unable to move, unable to do anything as the pee finally left her, pouring into her panties and the plastic chair she was sitting in. She wanted to be horrified, disgusted, ashamed, anything. All she felt was relief as she let go. On and on and on it felt like she was peeing forever. And finally, her neighbors noticed. “Oh shit,” said the heavy man beside her, getting up and giving her plenty of room. All the people around her gave her a wide berth as all sound save the TV died down and Jennifer knew they were all watching her. They’d all seen it. Even the receptionist had stood up at her desk to get a better view, shooting Jennifer a look that was half surprised amusement, half pity. Jennifer stood up, feeling the way the warm pee dripped down her legs and pooled around her feet. She took a slow, sloshy step forward, away from the waiting room, painfully aware of how many people had seen her piss herself in public. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”
  16. Julie Skyhigh is probably my favorite porn actress. She does a lot of stuff related to my down jacket fetish, but this is her only clothed wetting video. I'm trying to get her to do more... She has a few dozen videos of naked pissing too, but as they show genitalia I'm not sure if they violate the rules of this forum. Anyway, this vid is great. She walks around town dressed in a leather jacket, tight jeans and her signature high heels, visibly desperate to pee. She finally empties herself in her jeans. Well worth the $10 https://clips4sale.com/studio/47732/9292115/emergency+in+my+jeanspant+in+public+-+HD
  17. View File 2 JAV pants wetting scenes Two pants wetting scenes extracted from EE-018, which is focused around voyeur-style pooping accidents. These scenes contain none of that--just wetting. The first one's in public, the other is at home. Submitter nwohdeh Submitted 05/09/2017 Category Pants Wetting
  18. View File A lot of omorashi in one anime Hi everyone, this is a compilation of various omorashi scenes, all from the same anime. DESCRIPTION: This is from a common anime, not a hentai. On it a girl (the main character of this cartoon) is always trying to make the good girl (who thinks she is her best friend) pees her panties in front of everyone, but there is no mater how hard she tries, the situations always turns against her, beeing the one who always finish wetting herself. CAUTION: This is a common anime, but the charactes are children, I hope it is not against the rules, and I expect it doesn´t offend anyone. Submitter Goldenstorm Submitted 01/06/2014 Category Animation
  19. Hi, my name's Erica, and I am a wetter. Ever since I was little, I've been wetting myself. It started out innocently enough, with an illness that left me with a weak bladder. My parents were loving and gentle with me and my daily accidents. I did try to make it to the nearest bathroom... but sometimes I wouldn't make it in time, or they were terribly inconvenient, or even non-existent. As I grew older, I developed some control over my bladder, although I did have accidents a few times a week. When I was a teenager, however... things got... interesting. I had just learned about masturbating, and was in my bed, “rubbing one out” as some girls called it. I had quickly discovered that doing it with my panties on felt amazing, so that's the way I was doing it this time. In a matter of minutes, I orgasmed – and lost control of my bladder! For a couple of seconds, I was panicking, I couldn't stop! The panic receded when I realized that I was enjoying the wetness! I still had my hand between my legs trying to stem the flow. I quickly changed gears, and started rubbing my clit while still peeing. Just as I finished peeing, I came a second time, harder and more powerfully than ever before! I had to change my sheets, of course, but you can believe that that wasn't the last time I played with myself while peeing! Years later, I was dating – not very successfully, when the boys learned that I occasionally wet myself. I had gotten a job as a night front desk attendant at a hotel a couple miles away, allowing me to continue my education, and make rent. It was an easy job for two reasons. First, I was naturally good with people, friendly and courteous. Second, it was really quiet at night. Quiet enough to allow me some shenanigans while on the clock. My favorite thing to do was fill my bladder as much as possible, standing at the counter “organizing” and “cleaning”, waiting for just the right moment. I should tell you that my uniform consists of a blouse, usually in a pretty color, and a skirt. I had been informed, at the beginning, that I could choose pants or skirts – but skirts allow me to have more fun! Standing at the counter, my legs slightly spread, I would slowly release the hold on my bladder, allowing my pee to trace its way to my peehole and out into my panties. I would marvel at the delicious warmth coating my crotch, teasing my sensitive button, already engorged and tingling. Peeing slowly like this, I cum in my panties, biting my lip to keep from groaning in ecstasy. I finish peeing after my delightful orgasm, washing some of my juices from my panties. Another thing I like to do at work is to pee at our work desk. Behind the counter is a door that leads to our office with a desk and computer, some filing cabinets, document shredder, safe, and everything else you'd find in a hotel office. The chair behind the desk is a comfortable, cushioned affair, and feels great against a bare pussy! I'm sure I'm not the first, nor last, girl to sit in that chair and grind her mons into the fabric! I wonder how many, though, pee into the chair too! After drinking lots more water after my first pee, I slip off my soaked panties, dropping them into a plastic sandwich bag I keep handy for just such a purpose, and sit in the chair, pulling my skirt out of the way. To savor the warmth, I only spread my thighs slightly apart so that my pee sprays my thighs. I also pee slowly, allowing the warm wetness to soak into the cushions as much as possible. I can't help but rub my pussy lips against the wet cushion as I'm peeing, and often cum just as my pee ends. Sometimes I'm interrupted during my pee, and have to stop, stand up and fix my skirt before stepping out of the office to assist a guest. Often I can quickly finish helping the guest before practically running back to the chair and resuming my pee, and orgasm. Since I had been interrupted, I lose my level of arousal, and have to grind harder against the cushion as I resume peeing, warming up the cooling pee, achieving orgasm only after I'm done peeing. A couple of times, the guest takes longer than I anticipated, and I have to hold in my pee more than I'd like. When this happens, I'm usually forced to let my pee trickle out of my pussy lips and run down my legs from my bare crotch. When I'm finally allowed to escape back to the office, I'm empty of pee, or nearly so, and have to sit down, put my legs spread on the desk, and manually get myself off, finishing whatever pee is left when I come back down from my orgasm. One time when I was feeling particularly naughty, I decided to change things up a bit. Instead of sitting on the chair, I moved it to the wall, hiked up my skirt, and sat down on the edge of the desk. Spreading my legs wide, I allowed my pee to escape my bladder and make its way to my peehole. It started as a trickle before strengthening to a gush, jetting feet away from the desk and my open peehole! It felt so great that before I had even finished, I was rubbing my button to an orgasm, followed by another after my pee came to a stop. After moving the chair back to the desk, I had to rest for a few minutes, not even bothering to fix my skirt. I did have to help a guest, but I had recovered enough that I'm sure they never even noticed anything was off! I'm sure many readers are wondering if I've ever been caught. The answer is: nope! No cameras in the office (thank goodness!), and I'm subtle when behind the counter so no one can tell what I'm doing. I did, however, catch my female supervisor peeing in the office! I was a bit early for my shift, and didn't see my supervisor behind the desk, so I decided to pop my head in the office to check if anyone was in there. What I found stole my breath away and made my head spin. Janet had pulled the chair away from the desk, slid her pants and panties to her ankles, and was wetting a gusher under the desk! It took her a few seconds to catch on that someone was at the door, and when she did, her pee stream died as her face flushed red and her mouth gaped open. I recovered first, saying, “Would you like privacy to finish... or could I stay and watch? Either way, I promise not to tell anyone what I saw!” She slowly blinked a couple of times, before nodding her head and motioning me to come in, and close the door behind me. As I was locking it, I heard her mumble, “I knew I should've locked the damned door.” This was the first time I had seen a woman even partially naked, and I moved to the desk next to her leg to get a better look. As I watched, she closed her eyes and concentrated. Her completely-shaved-smooth, slightly protruding pussy lips contracted, then let loose with a powerful, hissing gusher, right under the desk next to my leg! I looked up just once, to see her watching me, a slight smile curving her beautiful lips before we both returned our attentions to her pee stream. It didn't last nearly long enough for me when it stopped less than a minute later, leaving a massive puddle under the desk. To show my appreciation, I hiked up my skirt and dropped my panties, spreading my legs, and letting my pee come out to drench the carpet in front of me. I wasn't expecting her to be turned on by our activities, but her hand crept down to start playing with her clit and pussy! This was too much for me, so I played with myself while I was still peeing. We must've both been close to orgasm, because we both climaxed simultaneously. I finished peeing as Janet stood up, allowing a small dribble of pee to soak into her panties. I pulled my panties up and fixed my skirt as she pulled her pants off, then her panties, before pulling her pants back on, sans panties. Which she handed to me, saying, “Thanks for the show. Keep these as a memento of today, and if you keep this our little secret, we can do something similar. Maybe even at your place or mine. Deal?” Of course I said yes! I can't wait! By the way, writing this all out is getting me wet, and I now REALLY need to pee! Wonder where I'll go for both? PART 2 I'm back with more stories! If you remember my last story, I had mistakenly walked in on my supervisor taking a leak in our hotel's office – turned out to be the best night night of my life so far! Instead of getting mad at my intrusion, she allowed me to watch, then I joined in. What a rush when we both came at the same time! She said we would do it again – and we did, which is why I'm writing! Just days later, Janet came up to me as we were changing from her shift to mine, softly telling me, “I thoroughly enjoyed what we did together yesterday, and want to play around some more. We both have the night off tomorrow. Would you like to come over to my place?” I was shocked, but didn't hesitate to say yes! “Good. Fill your bladder beforehand, I'll want to start as soon as you arrive. Speaking of which, we still have a few minutes. Do you need to pee?” “Desperately!” “Come into the office with me, I've been holding it for the last hour, and am ready to burst.” “Me too, Janet! I'd love to pee for you again, and see you peeing,” I said shyly. We both headed into the office, knowing we wouldn't be bothered by guests for a little while. I closed and locked the door, like last time, butterflies in my stomach, and panties wet with arousal and a dribble of pee I had let go in my excitement. Janet surprised me again. Instead of pulling out the chair like I had anticipated, she instead pulled out the trash can that sits below the desk. Unfastening her pants, she lowered them down her legs to her knees, revealing she wasn't wearing panties! As I stared at her bare pussy, she dropped into a high squat over the trash can, and let rip with a massive piss! “Wow, you really did have to go, didn't you?” “Told you! Ugh, this feels so damned good!” I was standing in front of her when she pulled her pants down, but moved into a crouch to watch her peeing. I had to put my hand up my skirt to hold in my pee, but was rubbing my clit at the same time. Janet saw what I was doing, and smiled. Thirty seconds later, and she was done. Not bothering to pull up her pants, she just stood up, and stepped aside for my turn. I yanked up my skirt, pulled my panties aside, stood just before the can, and let go. Janet watched, seemingly impressed. Now she had her hand on her crotch, playing with herself as she watched me pee. This turned me on so much, but I resisted the urge to touch myself just yet. My pee only lasted a few seconds less than Janet's, but felt just as wonderful as hers had obviously been. Once I squeezed out the last few spurts to decorate the carpet, I turned to her, and mimicked her by playing with my aroused clit and engorged lips. We watched each other play with ourselves, and again it didn't take long for either of us to cum. Janet recovered first. After licking her hand clean, she pulled her pants up, and started out to punch out. As she walked past me, she said, “Now I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night!” I too licked my hand clean, shuddered in joy at the taste, then set my panties back, dropped my skirt, and walked out to start my shift. Next evening couldn't “cum” soon enough! PART 3 The next night saw me in front of Janet's apartment, having difficulty getting out of my car and walking up to her door with how much I was squirming with the need to pee! I rang the bell barely able to control my bladder. When she answered, I greeted her with “I just peed a little.” And I had, squirting a small jet of pee into my panties. “Shame I missed it, that's what I want to see.” “Really?” “Yes. Take off your skirt, but leave your panties on.” “Can you help me? I can't do it myself right now.” She smiled, a sweet smile, and knelt down to help me. We had moved into her living room, both in bare feet, and the soft carpet made me dribble more. Janet removed my skirt, then sat back on her heels to witness my wetting. I spread my legs shoulder-width apart, and let my body do what it needed. My pee came gushing out so hard and fast that immediately sprayed out of my panties to drench the carpet at Janet's feet. It just kept pouring out, feeling so warm and wonderful. Having Janet watching me wet myself proved too much, and I came hard before I had finished peeing. Once I had finished peeing in my panties, Janet leaned forward – and put her mouth to my wet panties on my crotch, and started sucking! Who knew my seemingly straight-laced boss was such a perv! It wasn't until she pulled my soaked panties down and off my legs before continuing her oral assault on my clit and pussy that I came again, not once, but twice! I guess she could tell that I wasn't going to be any good for the rest of the night if she kept going, so she stopped, and said, “My turn!” Taking off her sleeping shorts and tee, revealing and extraordinarily gorgeous body, she lay down and spread her bare legs, allowing me a full, unobstructed view of her swollen pussy and high, tight tits with large areolas and pointed, hard nipples. And oh heavens, the juices dripping from her tight twat nearly sent me over the edge again! “Strip, then kneel between my legs,” she said, and I didn't hesitate to comply. “Good. Now open your mouth, and put it on my pussy. You'll drink my piss.” “R-really?” “Yes. Hurry, I'm about to start, and can't hold it anymore.” I had never done anything like this before, and wasn't sure what to expect, but I didn't want to disappoint my new lover. I got naked in record time, nearly ripping my shirt to shreds in my haste, and placed my mouth over her shaven cunt, and immediately got a mouthful of warm, salty piss. She stopped so I could decide if I liked it or not. I swallowed, and begged for more by licking her clit. She obliged, and let go full force. I guzzled as much as I could, but couldn't keep up, allowing quite a bit to trickle back out on her crotch. She was quite enjoying herself, moaning and sighing alternatively. Just a few more squirts more, and she was done – but I wasn't even close. Swallowing the last of her piss, I attacked her clit and pussy like she had done mine a few minutes ago. I had only ever experimented with a couple of girlfriends, but it was never as enjoyable as going down on Janet minutes after she did me. She shuddered and thrashed as the first orgasm overtook her, then again, with a scream to accompany her second orgasm. She feebly attempted to push me away, but I was relentless, licking, sucking, nibbling, jamming my tongue into her soaking wet snatch. Her next orgasm set mine off, and I had to stop. I collapsed next to her, and she curled her hand around my neck, lightly caressing my jaw, as we both recovered our breaths, and our senses. We were so exhausted from our multiple orgasms each that we ended up napping, right there on the piss-wet carpet. When we woke up a little while later, Janet asked me if I wanted dinner, and to refill our bladders. I said yes, “But on one condition: I piss in your mouth while standing on your bed, and you kneel before me again.” “Of course! Do you want me to eat you out again, too?” I thought for a few seconds, and said, “No. After I'm done wetting, I want to lie down, have you straddle my head with your legs, so that we can eat each other out at the same time.” “Ah, I see; you want to 69, is that it?” She caressed my cheek, saying, “Sounds heavenly to me.” Leaving our clothes scattered wherever they had been thrown, we made our naked way to the kitchen. It was a weird experience, doing such mundane domestic tasks completely in the nude – but if I could watch Janet's delicious body, including a nice, firm ass (which I had secretly been admiring while it was encased in her pants since we met), I wouldn't complain! Janet told me where the glasses were while she heated up some Chinese food, so I got the drinks. We ate, drank (lots), and talked about anything and everything. After all the food had been eaten, and we were working on refilling our bladders, Janet tells me a shocking secret. “Truth be told, I didn't just hire you because you're friendly, easy-going and pretty, I also hired you because you're beautiful and sexy, and I was hoping to one day end up with you in one of our beds. And after watching you wetting yourself behind the counter, I purposely peed in the office when I thought you'd walk in on me, and it came true as I had hoped.” “Wait – you saw what I was doing? Does anybody else know?” “Doubtful. Only someone who knows what they're looking for would spot what you were doing. And I was so incredibly turned on that I went back and watched as much as I could. And yes, I masturbated during all of it. I even burned all of it onto a flash drive so that I could watch it whenever I wanted.” My brain froze upon this announcement. She had been watching me wet myself? And enjoying it? “So, you weren't as surprised when I walked in on you as you seemed? And that's why you were so quick to accept me watching you?” “Yes, and yes. Although that turned out better than I had hoped, or anticipated.” If I had been wearing panties, they'd have been soaked by now. As it was, my chair was practically dripping onto the floor with my juices. And then I realized that my bladder had by now filled up, and that I knew what was about to happen, which just turned me on that much more. “Um, Janet, I... I think it's time.” She smiled, stood up and held her hand out for mine, then helped me stand up, and led me to her bedroom; she climbed up onto the bed before helping me up. I spread my legs to give her plenty of access, and she knelt to put her open mouth over my clit and peehole. I shuddered when she slid her tongue from my slot to my clit, and my pee started trickling out, building in pressure in no time. Janet was a pro, however, and never wasted a drop. I ran my hands continuously through her luxurious locks as her hands fondled my ass. I tried to make it last as long as possible, but soon ran dry, and got licked clean – but not dry! I lay down on my back as Janet swung around over me, so her sweet crotch was just inches from my face, and her face was hovering over my crotch, to the point where I could feel her warm breath teasing my clit, making me shudder some more. She started by placing gentle kisses around my labia before lightly swirling her tongue in and about my folds. Meanwhile, I brought her pussy down to my face with my hands on her silk-over-steel ass cheeks, and wasted no time diving into her muff, relishing the taste. I couldn't get enough! I had just had my first orgasm of our second bout of love-making when I felt some dribbling on my face. Then again. And again! Suddenly, the flood gates opened in a deluge of sweet and salty piss! This piss tasted differently than last time, probably because she had been drinking wine and water, rather than just water as with the first piss I drank. I let the body-warmed delicious liquid coat my throat and mouth, both inside and out. Janet finished her piss and came at the same time, as I rubbed her clit with my tongue, also giving me another orgasm from her piss-orgasm. We traded another couple of orgasms before we were forced to call it quits. It was a good thing we had nowhere to go at the time, as we were both too wiped to stand! I moved up a little bit so that I was laying my head on the pillow as Janet tiredly turned herself around to drag herself up next to me. She threw her arm over my tits, and tangled one of her legs with one of mine. I felt some pee that had built up since my pee, so I pressed my peehole to her leg before letting it dribble out and down her leg. “Mmmm, damn, that was a-fucking-mazing! I could totally get used to this,” Janet mumbled drowsily. “Sorry that your bed got soaked.” She chuckled throatily and responded, "Don't worry, darling. I anticipated this, and put a mattress protector on the bed before you got here. And sheets are easy enough to wash.” I relaxed into her embrace, and we drifted off into a sound, dreamless sleep of the sexually exhausted. I too could get used to this.
  20. I just remembered that I've had these images lying around. Though I had grabbed them from a Chinese site, they appear to be from a JAV, judging by "meshi mase", apparently a Shinjuku eatery, in the last image. The resolution is crappy, I know, but you can just make out the pee stains on her crotch and down her legs. Do these ring any bells to any of you? Thanks
  21. Hey guys, thought I would share a real-life experience of mine! This is my first one, so hope you guys enjoy! I knew this girl, (for the purpose of this story and to not disclose her name, we shall call her “Casey”) who I wasn’t seeing, but had some “fun” with from time to time, but was also a close friend. She is actually the first girl I comfortably shared my fetish with… I am sure there will be more stories involving her! She knew I was into wetting, as I said above, shared my fetish with her. Well on this Saturday, she was coming around to my house for around lunch time. I spoke to her in the morning when I woke up by giving her a buzz on the phone, she was still asleep and I woke her up from her sleep. I asked her where she wanted to go out lunch, which she was undecided and said she would just come to mine and we can choose from there. I just said out of the blue… “Casey, don’t use the toilet… hold it until you get here…”. No one was home at mine at the time (I lived at home with my folks back here) so I thought I could have some fun… Hiding this from your folks is not easy! She doesn’t drive, so she caught the train. She was messaging me on the way saying she was getting pretty desperate, so I said I would help her by meeting her at the station. It’s about a 20-minute walk from mine, pretty much in a straight line on a moderately busy street. She gave me the message that she had arrived, so the excitement kicked in! At this point in time I had no idea what my plan was and what I was going to do, I didn’t plan ahead despite saying on the phone to hold. I met her at the station, she was wearing a short skirt and a SpongeBob t-shirt… I don’t know what it was, but something about this outfit made her seem “young and naughty” … like she was trying to tell me “I am too young to behave like you tell me too…”, if that makes any sense? When I met with her, she told me it was getting pretty bad! So… I pulled my phone out and filmed her… **PLEASE NOTE! She had sent me a view videos of her wetting previously and in no way did she tell me to turn the camera off… we are comfortable with each other and had consent to keep this video and share this story** I piped up and said to her “You can’t come back to my house until you wet your panties”… low and behold, she didn’t disagree… IT PAID OFF! She was willing to wet herself on a busy enough street in public! She had wet behind closed doors before… but publicly, this was foreign ground for us! She lifted her skirt to show what she was wearing… partially see through pink panties… she was scared to lift them any higher… didn’t want the traffic coming past to see what was happening. Just as she was about to go, some cars came by… She lifted her skirt down and said to me that she was about to go but held back because of the cars seeing what she was doing. She let out a giggle obviously having fun with it. I asked her how desperate she now was and I get the response of “It is pretty hard to hold it”. She lifted her skirt again for a second go now that the cars had past… I told her to push her bladder which she quickly responded with “I can’t do that… That’s how desperate I am, I cannot actually do that”. But to my surprise, she gave her bladder to pushes and then said she wanted to let it go. Next thing you know, the floodgates open. She starts peeing straight through her pink panties! It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen! I was hoping I was filming it as I wasn’t watching through my phone screen… luckily enough I did! She was in a half squat, obvious what she was doing… lifting her skirt with her panties showing and my filming her. Cars starting coming past… she said “cars… not that I can stop!”. She peed constant stream for about 30 seconds! She stated that she was much better and I put the camera away! She did a quick change of panties, the same kind but just a different colour, blue. She rolled up her wet panties and wrapped them in tissues and threw them in her bag. We continued to walk back to my place when I said to her “Fuck it, let’s stay at a hotel tonight” … I couldn’t really afford it, but I wanted to take advantage of this situation with no one around! The funny thing is, we did end up staying away that night and those blue panties also got a soaking!! But maybe that’s a story for another day! I will post two photos from the story I am referring to! Hope you all enjoyed it! Love to hear feedback or similar experiences people have had! I was one lucky as hell guy this day and wasn’t the day I expected when I woke up! Feel free to message me too, would love to make some friends with similar interests like mine! **Real Story from Revolver_Kidd**
  22. View File Hot Girls Roaming Around Town with Piss in Their Pants Vol. II Round Two of the other JAV I posted two days ago. Same format: public jeans/pants/shorts wettings rife with giddy exhibitionism. Four parts x three wettings each = 12 total. Enjoy! I know the cover is kinda dinky but it's the only size it comes in. Submitter nwohdeh Submitted 05/05/2017 Category Pants Wetting
  23. FILTH public wetting/pooping from JADE NET View File This is a Filth production that is available on JADE NET. It is another film that was downloaded from the massive folder I found in England. **There is NUDITY** The premise is that school girls walk around and wet/poop themselves after a very public enema. I don't think this has been posted on our site before. Enjoy! Submitter rsmcfp Submitted 05/16/2018 Category Desperation Clothing
  24. The Incident at the Pharmacy (with pictures) Hello everybody. Let’s see if I can gather my thoughts and control myself long enough to type this. This JUST happened, and I just got out of the shower a few minutes ago. I haven’t ‘enjoyed’ myself to this experience yet, but I plan on it tonight. Okay. So I’ll start by describing myself, despite having pictures available on this post. I’m a Hispanic trans woman with long curly hair. I’m still early in my transition, but doing well, so I guess I genuinely look like a woman? I’d like to think I have a cute butt. I was wearing blue jeans and a tan colored Zelda shirt? Umm, blue shoes? My breasts are small, but not like, invisible by any means. Sorry I don’t describe myself very well. Anyways. So I was running errands today. I had a tall glass of water and peed before I left. I spent a few hours doing things around town, and went to get lunch. There’s this little place that makes this salad that’s soooo good, and I never like salads, so I go there every so often for the only one I actually like. Anyways. I get a soda with it, and just enjoy myself for a little bit. Now I was basically done with my errands except that I needed to pick up my hormones sometime today. I was basically chilling at the restaurant waiting for the guy to call me back and say that my prescription was ready. And he did. So I left and drove over. Now this pharmacy, it’s like, not a Walgreens or CVS, so the staff is the same people all the time basically. But they’re the only place close to me that’ll give me my estrogen in the right dose and method of delivery. The cashier knows me by name at this point, and is very familiar with the fact that I’m trans. I do not buy my pull-ups or diapers here. He like, knows me. I do not want to mix my kink and medical life. We only see each other once or twice a month, but he knows me and is friendly with me. I have a little bit of a crush on him that I’m not going to do anything about, but you know. I’m not bringing kink here. So I go in to pick it up, and he tells me it’s actually going to be a few more minutes. I sit down and wait for a little bit. Now, entering the pharmacy, I would describe myself at maybe a 6/10 on the bladder scale. 7/10 maximum. I don’t think of it as a problem. But I am rapidly filling. I wait around maybe not even 10 minutes, which is still longer than I wanted to wait, but I’m trying to be patient. But in the course of the 10 minutes, I’ve risen to a 9/10 easy. I stand up to ask him how much longer it’ll be, but my motive very quickly changes, cause the second I stand up, I start peeing. “Excuse me, can I use the bathroom?” “Oh, -Snuggle-, it’s usually employees only, but sure.” And he leads me in, while I’m slowly losing control of my pee down my legs walking behind him. I rush in, pull my clothes down and just release. It feels so good. I’m in heaven. I come back to reality and inspect my jeans. The front is soaked. Inside of the legs are soaked. Back looks okay. My cheeks are burning. I go back outside to wait, sitting down again, trying to hide myself. The spot is uhh, bigger than my hands. I could not hide it. After a minute or two of trying to hide to no avail, I notice the guys staring at me. I’ve noticed him checking me out before, but now he’s staring straight at me. Or maybe at my jeans. My cheeks start burning all anew. “I hope I’m not prying, but does this happen to you a lot -Snuggle-?” “I mean, not a lot, no.” “But it happens?” “Umm, sometimes.” “Oh.” And he starts telling me about doctors and urologists that they have the numbers for, and I’m just lost, cause this is not the conversation I came here to have, and definitely not with him. I think he notices that I’m uncomfortable. “Is everything okay?” I look up at him, and motion towards my now cold pee stain on my jeans. “Oh, right. Sorry. Uhh, it’ll be just a couple more minutes. Be right back.” It’s been like 20, but okay. Sure. Nobody else is here. So I sit and wait. But sure enough, it was only a few more minutes. This time. He comes back with my prescription, but he puts something else up on the counter too. “I hope you don’t mind if we give you these. For being a loyal customer. And for your, ‘problem’.” Guy’s got a package of pull-ups on the counter. I feel like I want the floor to open up underneath me and just cast me into hell, so I’m not here. Anyplace but here. “Uhh, sure. Um. I’m a medium size in these.” He had put a large pack on the counter. I’m not sure why I’m accepting them at all, much less telling him my size. He apologizes and comes back with a pack of medium ones. He rings me up, gives me his discount on the pull-ups. I don’t have to pay a damn thing except my pride. I am quickly out of there. I come home, sit in the tub, and release my full again bladder into my jeans again, this time on purpose. I take a few pictures, clean up, and started typing. Sitting on the bed wearing one of the pull-ups he gave me now. Oh right. And here are some pictures. I hope it’s not too much for these forums or anything. Apologies that I’m still a little hairy for a gal. Also sorry that the front panties pic might be a little too “ballsy” to look like a woman in panties.
  25. A Sequel to The First Warm Day in April Lunch with a friend who knows nothing of my plans for later in the day: Caesar salad, tomato soup, talk about family and writing, a good balance of bragging and self-deprecation, the oil of most friendships. I order a large iced tea, drink it and a couple glasses ice water, two more than usual, in anticipation of fun times in the back yard on the first warm day of May. I am not going back to work after lunch. As we get ready to leave, I feel the itch and burn. I always go before even getting near a car but decide instead to drive home in a state of semi-desperation. Halfway home my jeans begin to dampen from spurts and leaks I cannot contain. They relieve the urge enough so I don’t wet the car seat, which I have no desire to do. The key, of course, struggles to find its way into the lock. Another spurt or two in my jeans. Almost before the door’s shut, I shed all but panties and T before fast walking through the kitchen, out the back door, and into what is a large yard for a small old house, a yard surrounded by a laurel hedge tall enough to keep anyone but a gentle giant from looking in, planted many years ago for privacy but without knowing it would be for this. The other houses at the back and sides are only a few feet away. There are second story windows and gaps in the hedge, so I’ve had to search for a spot for my Adirondack that will not offend anyone’s line of sight. As soon as I sit the t-shirt comes off. All that is left are panties and pale winter skin, as if some young vampire (perhaps one who wets as she bites) has had her way with me. A stream of piss bubbles up through the nylon like a little fountain before re-entering the briefs and running down my leg to the seat of the chair then the grass. I slip my hand between crotch and my briefs to enjoy the dampness of skin and hair, and that’s enough for now. After the piss cools, I pull off my Hanes to kneel naked in the grass, bare ass to the sun, to take these photos, front first, then back – I have a cigarette, down a lemon La Croix and an instant coffee, eat a piece or two of chocolate, put on sunscreen, lean back, put my feet up, enjoy the warmth of Pacific Northwest sun on bleached skin that will burn before it tans. I piss myself three more times in the next hour or so, the second time, naked, legs crossed and to my surprise a little yellow lake forms in the V beneath my crotch. I slowly part my legs and the little lake drains. I wipe the piss from my thighs, where it's merged with sunscreen to make a creamy lotion. Fifteen minutes later, I soak the panties and the chair again. The photo below only captures the damp remains, but I still like it. Next time, I will try our old white wooden Adirondack instead. I take a quick dip in our old two-person hot tub to rinse off the lotion and piss. I shower and pull on soft black running shorts, a t-shirt and nothing else. In an hour I’ll get dressed for dinner with my partner/spouse/friend, G., who says of my new interests – “We’re evolving, I guess.” But G. has no idea quite how far I’ve evolved and would be more than a little dismayed at the way I’ve spent my afternoon, and this, I think, is OK, for the gap between knowing and secrecy is central to who we are. To be fully known, to ourselves or others, is a kind of death, while to be partly known, and not despised, to be seen and not cast out, is perhaps what makes a fierce and gentle fetish an act of erotic grace. (This last is philosophically pretentious I know, but perversion cums in many different forms.) I return, on an impulse, to the still damp chair and wet my dark dry shorts. I leave them and the Hanes in the sun to dry, then pull back on the jeans I wet on the ride home. They are almost dry now, but if I look closely I can see the slightest outline of a soft stain where yellow and blue merged. Beneath my Levis, thin black lace. That night, as I sit with G. at a performance, a slight musty smell -- some combination of sun and grass and pee -- rises from my crotch. Can anyone notice it? Like the chair in the back yard, I want to be on the edge of sight and smell, or let’s admit it, a bit over that edge, as long as I don’t offend. I’ll wear these jeans the next day until on a walk after dinner I try to create an inconspicuous patch of wetness between my legs. Failing that, a half-block from home, no one in sight, I let loose. Drenched from crotch to knees, I am almost there, but then a Camry appears out of nowhere and before I can cross the street to the porch it oh so politely stops to let me go. Once I do it does not drive on, but parks in front of my house. I cannot see the driver, but I am pretty sure it’s the matronly mother of the cute young wife who lives next door with her cute young husband. I use my sweater to partially hide the unmistakable stains, but not so much that as I enter the house I can wonder how much my young neighbor’s mother saw of my humiliation, if she, perhaps, had noted the unfortunate accident I’d had on my walk, looking, then looking away, then looking again at me and my jeans, more curious than she wants to admit.
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