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Hey guys. After seeing some youtube channels with videos of desperate girls from live TV chat shows in the General Discussions forum, I went through all these vids and uncovered some real gems, where desperation is really obvious. I have thus downloaded these vids and will gradually post the really good ones on this thread. Hopefully, if anyone else has similar kinds of videos, they can post them here as well. (Note to moderators: I was unsure whether posting this stuff is banned or not. I've read the rules and there doesn't appear to be anything banning the posting of such vids. In fact, almost all these vids are publicly available on youtube, and since they're take from live TV stations, the girls do know that they are being filmed. However, should you really wish me to stop posting them, just inform me). The first video is from hot blonde Mikki B from red light central. You can see her obvious desperation - she holds herself, crouches on the floor, leg bouncing, and any person with no experience of lip-reading (myself included) can tell that she is pleading to be let off screen. (Note: this video originally came in two parts....I have merged them together for convenience). Enjoy RLC1 to09 10 2014 827 flv 010(1)(1).mp4

This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)

Small introduction (the story is below so skip this first paragraph if you’re the tl;dr type): i wrote about this a very long time ago and the story got lost. This happened in my freshman year of college when me and my girlfriend at the time were 19. I remember always wanting to see a genuine accident, and for some reason she agreed to hold it. The rules were easy: drink enough to where you have to go but not too much. Wait a little while until it gets bad, but not too bad, and then we will hangout. The other was that she has to hold it and try to hold it no matter what even if it starts to come out. Last, I’m not supposed to know when so that it seems more real. Her roommates were gone for the entire week so she had a room to herself and invited me over after drinking quite a few liquids when we ate at a dining hall. Story description starts: To start this story I had just gotten back from lunch and played a game for about a half hour. Sarah (fake name for the real girl) had texted me but I didn’t pay any mind to it. I didn’t yet know that she had planned it for that day. I showered got out and saw more texts. The first was, “hey, wanna come over?” Which was the one I ignored. The next three while I showered were, “you may want to get over here soon.” “This is getting quite urgent” “come over here or I’m going to have to go before you’re here.” Now me not knowing what she planned I didn’t know where she was going, but I texted back and headed over. I was greeted to her in a green t-shirt, and slightly dark blue jeans (not too dark). Her underwear she had on were light blue cotton panties. To give a small description she was about 5’4, had blonde wavy hair, blue eyes, and was skinny/slender. She had about B cup breasts and her but was round and protruded slightly but was not voluptuous. She was good looking. The real story begins: So, after I got there she stated, “I was really starting to have to pee and would’ve had to go if you didn’t get here. It’s getting bad.” I got excited at the idea and proceeded to follow her to her room. She locked the door. She began to pace a little around her room until she stood still at the corner edge of her bed with her legs crossed. She had tried this before and left before it got bad, but even then she had stayed in one spot for a bit and crossed her legs to hold it while it got bad. She had told me while she had crossed her legs that it’s a comfortable position for her so that she doesn’t jolt her bladder. After a few minutes she began to put her left hand on her crotch while crossing her legs (she’s a lefty) and started to state that it was getting worse. She kept trying to check her phone to text people or check Facebook so she’d keep her hand in between her legs and would walk over, cross her legs and move her legs with her knee arched in and would switch legs, and then would proceed to walk back to the same spot and cross her legs again. I could see occasionally she would begin to squeeze a tiny bit harder with her hand. She began to walk slower to check her phone and stated it wasn’t getting a bit worse. At this point it starts getting even more interesting. She seemed a bit more frozen in place and looked at me and asked, “how am I suppose to check my phone? This got really bad” and then breathed a little sharply, increased the pressure of her hand and leg slightly and looked at me. I stated, “well why not use both hands? The pressure should subside a tiny bit, then you can go over and check your phone and position yourself just like you are here.” So she put her right hand over her left and uncrossed her legs and walked over to her phone (it was about 6 feet away from where she stood so not far) and did a small dance that looked like a jog on the way over and giggled a little at what she called her own ridiculousness. She then did the same thing walking back over. She hung her head down for a second and squeezed a little harder clearly starting to feel the urgency. She told me she can’t believe she’s still holding it and felt her own bladder then told me to feel it. It was as hard as a rock almost to her belly button. That bladder was full and she looked like the pressure was intense. She crossed her leg again and stated she couldn’t really move too much anymore. As this continued she began to hunch a little more as the pressure increased. She starting having to switch hands as the pressure she was using to hold herself turned her knuckles white and when she switched hands her legs relaxed from what looked like an iron locked grip on each other. She began to hunch over slightly in a way that I could see were slight bladder spasms and her eyes would squint as she clenched and her breathing would become harder during those times. One time in particular she bent forward suddenly and exclaimed “ow ow ow!!” She had bent so suddenly she got a back cramp. I had hugged her to give back support and massaged the cramp. She said, “this is the worst I’ve had to go in my whole life” and recounted some stories of where she’s felt a bladder spasm like this but always went when they weren’t as intense because she would read and be so into the book. She then went back to staying slightly hunched over and switching her hand once in a while. The best way I could describe this is that over the course of this entire time she began to look more like a cork that was going to explode. Her leg was locked in place and her hands were white with the pressure she was putting on herself. She was giving it her all to hold it. I could tell that it was getting worse and worse. She was more quiet and stiff in her position besides her body’s movements. Her breathing began to get harsh as she bent forward again with her hand turning white. She looked at me and stated, “This isn’t going to work much longer.” She then bent forward again and I could hear her strained breathing. I asked if a little had already come out and if her underwear was wet at all and all she’s could do was shake her head slightly yes. No leaks were visible but very tiny ones had happened. I took a few steps back because I wanted to watch her whole body react to the inevitable. She stated that she literally could not move and was locked in a hunched over position. She then gasped a little and in the in between switched her hand back to her left (clearly trying to get the max pressure relief from her dominant hand) and then stayed in that hunched over position. Then she exclaims “Are you kidding me?!? I already stopped it twice!!” And I could see a drop starting to come from the back of her pants. She kept her legs crossed very tightly and continued to put pressure on her hand. It stopped for a second and then it spread more until it covered her from her butt to her feet. A puddle had started to form at her feet. Up until that point she’s kept her hand hard pressed trying to stop it. “Ew ew ew!” She exclaimed as she removed her hand clearly losing control. Then she said “I give up” because it had already come out and she wasn’t able to stop it. I thought she would’ve leaked once with how hard she was trying but I guess all that effort lead to an inevitable soft explosion instead. It didn’t come out too violently as she had tried to hold through the flood but a lot did come out in the end. She stated that she tried her absolute hardest but that it was unstoppable. She took off her pants revealing her soaked underwear and she then left and took a shower. Our afterstory remains ours after that. The last part of the deal was that after she actually succeeded in doing this then I would too to keep things “even” in a sense. My own experience was a bit interesting as well. Let me know what you think! I haven’t shared anything in a very long time, but I hope this was worth the read. I tried being descriptive even in the parts where not too much occurred. Signing Off, Cool Bro.

Summer Sneezes We have had some beautiful hot days here in Vancouver, but this has also meant that the air has been full of fuzzy pollen. Now I’m not one to get bad allergies, but for some reason this summer, there is a certain pollen in the air that apparently makes me sneeze really badly. This is something I didn’t know until this afternoon at work (actually a rather involved volunteer position), when I was sitting in a chair in the office, having some lunch with my colleagues, when I had a rather significant sneezing attack. For someone with stress incontinence, sneezing often causes me to release little spurts of urine, usually this is a small spurt, enough to wet my panties (I’ve posted pictures of these kinds of accidents I’ve had elsewhere). As a result, if I have a flu or know that I’m likely to be doing a lot of sneezing (pepper smelling competitions, dusting ;), I’ll wear a pad and this usually takes care of things. I also leak a little when I’m going impact-related training, and as a result I’ll wear protection when I’m jogging (hills, stairs or just jogging in general, as there are a tonne of hills around where I live). For working out, a pad sometimes isn’t enough, and I always take the precaution of also wearing black jogging shorts which make wetness almost imperceptible. Yesterday, Tuesday, was not one of these days when I knew I was prone to leaking and so I was not wearing any protection while sitting around the lunch table with my colleagues and friends (about 8 of them, and a pretty diverse group as well). This was also no ordinary sneeze. You know how you might sneeze once, or even a couple of times and then stop? Or how you might have a little sneeze or two and that’s all? This was not what happened yesterday. Instead, I got that tingling feeling that I might sneeze, very quickly. I scarcely had a chance to cross my legs, a precaution that sometimes cuts down on leaks. Instead it was just pre-sneeze feeling, and then boom! One huge sneeze that rocked my body, followed by 5 or 6 additional sneezes in quick succession. I could feel the pressure from the sneezes hammering my PC muscles and large squirts of pee blasting out as each sneeze rocked my body. While my body was being taken over by a strange nostril-focuses evil demon, I concentrated as best I could on a) not spraying people around me or their food, and b) crossing my legs and bearing down to keep my panties as dry as possible. I got the usual round of comments from my table-mates as my fit subsided, and I tried to brush it off as though nothing had happened and avoid blushing too much. I’m not the most outgoing person (although this new position had helped with this) and being the centre of attention as a result of my horrendously ostentatious sneezing fit was quite enough to make me blush a little. My cheeks were further darkened by the knowledge that I had also soaked my underwear. Now the gusset of your ordinary pair of cotton panties (my preferred undies by the way) is reinforced and will usually hold a decent sized sneezing-induced spurt. They will be wet and clammy, but the pee won’t go through to your clothing and be visible. Believe me, I have tested this theory out more than enough in my day. A pair of panties can also even absorb two small spurts, depending on how big. What you are wearing over top of those panties will determine whether the accident is visible (think thick jeans versus light white trousers). The panties I was wearing, polka dot day of the week panties (Tuesday of course), are an older (stained) pair, and not suited to absorbing anything more than a single spurt. My sneezing fit had forced more than 5 serious spurts out of my bladder. I could feel that my underwear were soaked and that the wetness had gone through to me skirt, and possibly beyond. Because I was surrounded by my colleagues, around the jovial lunch table, I was in no position to evaluate the damage. But I felt wet. Instead, I moved my chair a little closer to the table, and carried on the lunch discussion with my best attempt at looking as though nothing had happened. Fortunately, my colleagues, if they suspected anything, didn’t let on, and I don’t think they did. Having leaked like this all my life, I like to think I’ve grown decently competent at giving my accidents away (at least on my face, sometimes there’s no hiding wet spots on clothes). I was in a bit of a predicament. I could feel the warm wetness of my panties slowly turning cool as we sat there and continued to chat. I could also feel wetness around my bum, which was not a good sign, and indicated to me that I had wet more than my panties. Of all the times to have had an accident, this was not the worse, I could have been wearing tight-light jeans or slacks, or something else which would have made it immediately apparent that I had wet myself. It could have been better too. I could not have wet myself to begin with, or I could have been wearing dark tights under a skirt. Instead, I was wearing a flaired black skirt (slightly shorter than my knees) made out of a synthetic fabric (so not all that absorbent), and nothing more. The kind of skirt that would almost certainly show a large(?) wet spot on my bum when I got up. Also unfortunately for me, while the skirt is not tight, it is long enough that I was sitting on it on the chair. Also who wants to nothing but a thin pair of cotton panties between their girl parts and a filthy office chair? So my skirt was definitely wet, the question was, just how wet. I did some quick thinking, and implemented my usual course of action in these situations. I carried on the conversation, and as all my colleagues slowly wrapped up and get up from the table, I lingered. When there were only a couple left, I made an excuse and began checking my phone. I slowly scrolled through emails while I waited for the last two people go finish and leave the room. I was not confident enough to stand up and try to work my way out of the room without revealing my likely wet bum to the room or pull off the kind of concealing operation I had in mind with people in the room. So once I had the room to myself I waited a few seconds in case anyone came back my heart pounding, and then I sprang into action. I stood up only slightly and ran my hand over my bum, sure enough, I could feel a wet spot. Still half-standing at the table, I carefully rotated my skirt, so that the wet spot was on my hip and not on my bum. I then pushed the chair away from the table and stood up fully. I was mortified, not only had I wet my panties and skirt, but I had also managed to wet the chair. It wasn’t as large a wet spot as I had dreaded, but I had still wet the chair, like little droplets (see the picture). I felt myself blush a little, and quickly snapped a picture on my phone (because I wanted it to help me recall the butterfly feeling of embarrassment that was not washing over my body). I touched the chair, and it felt only a little wet - the kind of wet spot that dries quickly, so I pushed the chair in all the way and just let the warm air of the office do the rest. I then gathered up my lunch bag, purse, and cup of tea, and holding my purse on my right hip (the side with the wet spot), I sauntered out of the lunch room. Operation ‘wetting accident cover-up’ was not done yet however. I worked my way back to my desk and deposited my lunch bag and tea cup, avoiding colleagues on the way over. While I was moving, I could feel the cold clamminess of my wet panties against my inner thighs. I then hurried to the washroom. The washrooms are single rooms that lock, so I had a room all alone, in which to compose myself and do something about my wet things. Without removing my shoes, I slipped off my underwear to inspect the damage. They were very wet. I dried them with a bit with some paper towel as best I could, and let them sit in some paper towel while I dried myself off. I inspected my skirt. The wet spot was not as bad as I had though, about the size of a soft ball, and I padded this with paper towel as well, rotating the skirt again so that the wet spot was in the front for ease of drying. I did all these things as quickly as I could, aware that I was already the last one to leave lunch, and didn’t want people to think I was taking a ridiculously long lunch break. I then rummaged around in my purse for my emergency back-up panties (yes I still carry these) in their little plastic baggie. I slipped them on, after one more careful wipe, and slipped my wet pair into the bag. I buried this evidence deep into my panties. Because I could not trust myself not to sneeze any more, I also stuck a decently absorbent pad into my panties, another artifact which lives in my rather spacious and full purse. The washrooms do not have hand dryers, and so after a few more goes at my skirt with paper towel, I rotated it again, so that the wet spot was on my hip, checked my makeup, slowed my breathing, and left the washroom. All afternoon I could feel the cold wet spot on my hip, a constant reminder of my accident. I was also glad that I had taken the precaution of a pad, as I had a couple more sneezes throughout the afternoon. All in all, I used up all three of the pads that I had in my purse by the end of the day. I took the precaution of wearing a pad from the start of the day today, but so far, no sneezes or leaks. I also made sure to bring a fresh pair of emergency back-up panties in my purse, and I’ll be choosing my clothing carefully for the next few days, as an additional precaution. I hope you enjoyed this recent experience of mine. I didn’t enjoy having the accident in the presence of all of my colleagues, who would? I did get away with it, as no one commented or even indicated that they had noticed, and no one noticed or cared about the wet spot on my hip all afternoon. I did enjoy the embarrassing/naughty feeling of having a wet pair of panties in my purse, the rush of adrenaline I got when I went into accident clean-up mode, and the whole other raft of emotions that whirled around the accident. I hope you enjoyed this experience. Later when I got home, I snapped a picture of my panties to show people the damage, they were still very wet. Sorry these first to are blurry. Rachel

good morning guys, tonight, just half an hour ago, is saw the end of a german television show called "schlag den star". there were two very attractive german tv stars, fighting against each other in several games. one of them "lena meyer landrut" seemed a bit desperate for me and then (i cant believe), she said that she needs a brake vor the toilet (in an live show!) ;) very nice, because its very real, can anybody get the show out of the web? https://www.prosieben.de/tv/schlag-den-star thank you and kisses from germany

This is both a search and opinion article. First question is, what are the bound2burst videos (besides to pee or not to pee) that you believe are 100% real pee holding accidents even though technically "staged." Which ones are or look the genuine most real to you. I refuse to buy anything less from them. In general whether you find the video you can post it here, or lead me in the direction of where to buy it, or even just talk about the most genuine pee holding accidents you can find. I'm not talking about ones where they stand there open legged peeing going "oh my god I can't hold it" with a fake tone, but the ones that try to hold it until the point they can't. Even if you don't have or can't find it describe it. I want to share ideas and see what people come up with related to this topic. All are welcome! I'm just looking for the absolute best of the best.

From the third episode of a show in the UK called Spring Break with Grandad. Girl comes back from from drinking and has to pee but her friend beats her to the toilet, so she lets it all go on the floor through her panties. And damn does she go. She then proceeds to slip in it lol Scene begins around 08:19 VLC time If you don't care for the large file size you can stream in whatever quality you can handle here and rip your own version http://www.mtv.com.au/spring-break-with-grandad/videos/spring-break-with-grandad-season-1-episode-3#spring-break-with-grandad-103-part-3 Same girl is shown popping a squat in a previous episode in fairly graphic detail despite a blur if you're into that. Guessing she's the new Charlotte? I wouldn't be surprised if more incidents occurred as the season progresses due to the nature of the show. On a side note, there's a bed wetting scene on another reality show that just happened called The Challenge Invasion Season 29 Episode 5. If you live in the U.S you can find it on demand for free in your on demand menu under MTV The Challenge Invasion. Unfortunately it's pretty much near the end and you'll have to watch the whole thing without fast forwarding just to get to it so best of luck although you can stream it if you enter all your subscription details on MTV's page which I didn't bother doing. The girl is attractive but the scene is fairly brief. The guy she's with also ends up being a huge dick about it. Anyways, enjoy. Spring Break With Grandad Season 1 Episode 3 MTV.mp4

I went out to dinner with my wife last night, no where fancy, just our local club. I wasn't drunk by any standards, but by the time we had eaten our main course, I'd drank three pints of beer. We finished our mains, and decided to go outside for a smoke before our deserts showed up. We stood outside in the cold, and were talking to some other friends, when I started to feel two urges at once, a very strong urge to pee building up, bought on by the beer and the cold weather, as well as a sudden urge to break wind rather badly. Eventually my wife and the others went back inside, but I hung back, saying I wanted to check my phone first. As soon as they were inside, and I was safely alone, I walked off a bit, and farted. It was quite a decent one too, but I could feel more there, and was quite bloated. My urge to pee was quickly skyrocketing as well, and I was now somewhat desperate, and I knew I'd have to go to the loo as soon as I went back inside. But before I went back in, I needed to fart again. I made sure I was still alone, and bent over slightly at the waist and pushed. I know that pushing gas out can have consequences occasionally, but I was 100% convinced that I wouldn't poop at the same time, as I could tell how bloated with gas my stomach felt. So, with a bit of forced assistance, I farted again, and again it was rather substantial. But this time, as I farted, a jet of pee shot out at the same time! It was completely accidental and unexpected. Regaining my composure, I hurried back inside to the toilet, and entered a stall, where I pulled my dark blue jeans and grey briefs down, and sat on the toilet, then farted once again, as I nervously inspected the damage. My grey briefs had a wet patch two inches wide across the front, and my jeans had a small, half inch wide spot on them, but it was thankfully nearly invisible, and didn't look any worse than what happens if your beer glass drips anyway. I went back to our table and sat down, then enjoyed eating my chocolate cheesecake desert with the feeling of wet underpants on.

A little omorashi story courtesy of the UK Daily Mail.... http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2915272/Woman-wets-pants-Horror-Maze-mortified-photo-used-promote-Scream-Park.html What's worse than peeing your pants in public? A New Zealand woman wet herself at the extreme haunted house but then the amusement park uses her wet picture on Facebook to promote the attraction, with the caption "Piss your pants scary." The supposedly humiliated woman has now agreed to allow her picture to continue to be used. I suppose the damage is done, so to speak, and perhaps the park is compensating her. This is happening in from New Zealand where omorashi is illegal to publish per se. Instead the supressed NZ omorashi fans must head down to the Spookers Haunted Attraction Scream Park where as officials claim, "on average five people wet themselves every evening."

I can't believe this really just happened. I know a LOT of people on here fake stories, but this is completely true. I have looked forward to this day for years, and it finally happened. I'm a junior in High School, and I walked into my 6th period class and saw this girl named Whitney asking the teacher to go for a restroom break. Mrs. Ellis denied her request, and my mind instantly started fantasizing. Whitney is not thin, but not thick either. She has a lot of curve to her body, and I think she's pretty hot. However, most of the time, Whitney just asked to go so she could chat with her friends in the hall. Anyways, about 15 minutes later, she was squirming a little, and kept whispering and giggling with her friend. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it was something about the teacher being a bitch. It had been about 30 minutes since she had asked now, and Whitney was really squirming now. I just kept thinking about what could happen, but doubted it anyway. She was breathing heavy now, and bouncing around from time to time. About 30 minutes before the end of class, she was mumbling to herself, and making little squeaking noises. I figured Mrs. Ellis would let her go now, but I was wrong. And I have never felt so good about being wrong. It's 15 minutes until the end of class now, and she was raising her hand. All my hope left me instantly. Then, for some reason, Whitney just quit trying. She was closing her eyes now, too. As I was closing my notebook about 3 minutes until the end of class, I hear something that brings a wave of excitement over me. Whitney was crying, her hand shoved into her crotch, and she started peeing. She was slowly letting everything seep out, and then she let it flow. She kept crying the entire time, until her entire chair was flooded, and her pee was all over the floor. She got up, and left, covered in wet stained jeans right as the bell rang. I made sure to be the last one out of class, to commit this moment to memory. I offered to clean up the mess, and was luckily not turned down. I hope you enjoyed my very first post, and please tell me how I can improve my next article. Thanks, ~Tokyo Panda~

File Name: library.mp4 File Submitter: Ongeluk File Submitted: 22 Nov 2014 File Category: Female Wetting live caption of a schoolgirl peeing in a bookshop. Click here to download this file

Super hot dancer has some sort of bladder spasm all over a bystander she was dancing over. Looks really embarrassed after :-)

I came across this site and thought I would share it here. It is not a new site and I thing I have seen someone share it before but I will share it again nevertheless :) http://www.dprtube.com Those familiar to YouTube will recognize it's layout and I personally think this is a brilliant idea. I Am going to register a on this site and encourage others to do the same! If anyone find a good link please feel free to share it here, or in the link sharing forum. Thanks for you're time.

Have you ever watched your favorite show and noticed that the TV presenter behaves unusual that day, nervous, crossing legs stronger than usual, anything what would indicate to pee desperation? I was not so lucky to see it, but for example I read that Anneka Rice during the organization of Christmas concert was so busy that she didn't get to do the toilet, at the end of the show becomes very desperate ... even the accident happened. Did anyone had seen anything like this? A name and little description would be great!

Somebody please save this video and post the link here. video.fc2.com/a/content/20091215cFGuuySN 女子高生が我漫した末におしっこ

this topic will be solely for girls that wet them selves during a sporting event that they are in. it can be staged or real but please specify in your post. thanks ineed2pee

Hi All- I have attached a video that I made of myself several years ago. I've always wanted to 'accidently' wet my bed wearing only a diaper. So one night I set up a video camera hooked up to a VHS recorder (again several years ago) and set it to record for nearly 4 hours. After drinking several glasses of alcohol, I fell asleep. I slept for nearly four hours straight, waking up to a dream come true. Several years have passed, I have finally been able to edit the video and create a timelapse of the footage. (Compressing nearly 4 hours into 4 minutes) The timecode shows the hour, minute, seconds and frames. It's interesting to watch 'it' happen. (I actually wet on several occassions) Hopefully, I can do another edit, and slow down the footage during the times where I am wetting. (You can hear sound in the real-time version - a few heavy breaths of sleep desparation and the pee hitting the plastic sheet underneath - although it takes 4 hours to watch!) I won't be able to do any new videos as I am married now. (I don't think the wife will approve) Anyway, I hope you enjoy. wetbed_timelapse.mp4

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I don't think I saw these clips here. Two parts. (Old and the quality is so so) A girl gets her legs shaved by her friend somewhere in a park or so. During part 1 it becomes clear that she has to pee. For some reason (in part 2) she decides to pee her shorts on purpose in front of the camera. (A very shaky camera in part 2) had_to_pee_when_she_shaved_my_legs.mp4 pissing_pants_after_shaving_legs.mp4 This one I just ran into by coincidence. I wasn't even looking for pee things. It makes me wonder if the girl in the pink shirt peed her shorts a bit at the beginning and is doing it bit by bit more during the event... Yes I know they throw water at each other during the clip, but the wet spot in her shorts gives me the idea that wasn't from the water throwing. Just curious about your opinion. Drink and cream challange by angel+lili.mp4

Hi guys! Here's my first wetting video for the site, please me nice :3 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0zik3u_g_4&feature=youtu.be

Two women (not fetishists) testing out depends. Litterally.

A Swedish girl has to go so bad she decides to pee off a pier. Awesome clip even though you don't see anything private. http://www.eroprofile.com/m/videos/view/emma-kissar-lite-bah Audio is in Swedish, but it's pretty much just "I'm gonna film like this, so I don't catch everything".

Hello again everybody. I would like to share something awesome with you tonight. (There is a present at the end) My girlfriend decided that she wanted to have a little "wet fun" ;) with me one night. She actually suggested it! Let me tell you that really made me feel good; I am always worried when I have a girlfriend that she may find me weird or disgusting so the fact that she was willing to be interested was fantastic. So without further or do, my story. My girlfriend asked me if I wanted to try something new one night. I asked her what she wanted to do and to my surprise she said she wanted to do something with my fetish. So after convincing her to put on my favorite tight pair of jeans she owns, we began to start getting her ready. She started with a large ice tea. Then had a bottle of water. I have to say it was a huge turn on to watch this in real life. It did not stop there either. We actually decided on a bit of a scenario to make the situation a little more interesting. We went to our local walgreens and purchased a role of hot pink duck tap. After she finished off another bottle of water, we decided to role play. I blindfolded her and duck taped her to the computer chair I sit in now. :wub: Then I "forced" her to drink another iced tea. (As an aside we discovered I need much more practice in being a dominator. :( ) But oh well ,it was still awesome. We kept going having fun, me playing with her awesome boobs and her being forced to do "sexual things" haha. Eventually she lost it and peed a ton all over my chair and the floor. I tried to setup trash bags to catch it but that did not work. Oh well, cleaning up the mess was more than worth the best peeing experience of my life. The last thing I want to add is two photos that me and my girlfriend took of the aftermath. If you can believe it she actually is really excited for me to put these pictures on here.Who knew she was such an exhibitionist. :D TO MY GIRLFRIEND, when you see this (I know you lurk on here) THANK YOU.