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View File Trans boy pees pink panties under a skirt LeoLovesSpiders pees his pink panties under a skirt. PH find Submitter Renatatswet Submitted 03/06/2024 Category Transgender (FtM)
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View File Wet tights and warm toes in the snow (another case of locked bathrooms) My partner and I just can't catch a break! Last week I was caught short with no available bathrooms and the same was true for my partner this week. They were very desperate, yet very shy about releasing in public. Sadly, with no bathrooms available they had to remove their jeans and wet their tights in a secluded, wooded area. Perhaps February really is the cruelest month! Submitter themerger Submitted 02/17/2024 Category Transgender (FtM)
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My partner and I just can't catch a break! Last week I was caught short with no available bathrooms and the same was true for my partner this week. They were very desperate, yet very shy about releasing in public. Sadly, with no bathrooms available they had to remove their jeans and wet their tights in a secluded, wooded area. Perhaps February really is the cruelest month!Free-
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**NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty ✅ Audio I got extremely desperate and quite horny, and I have always wanted to burst sitting on one of my white barstools, so I decided to indulge myself hehe. I was squirming and moaning, barely able to contain it as I got the video started~Free-
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View File [NUDITY] Nude White Barstool Wetting **NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty ✅ Audio I got extremely desperate and quite horny, and I have always wanted to burst sitting on one of my white barstools, so I decided to indulge myself hehe. I was squirming and moaning, barely able to contain it as I got the video started~ Submitter PrincelyDesire Submitted 01/08/2024 Category Transgender (FtM)
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made a mess :/ View File after teasing all morning i went to take my morning pee while still in my piss panties. as i went to unclip them and show off they fell into the toilet aaaaugh, so humiliating, but my cockhead was so hard about it, you could see how aroused i was >////< Submitter Tsukihana Submitted 12/27/2023 Category Transgender (FtM)
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wet n leaky View File showing off my piss panties :3 theyre designed to snap closed so theyre easy to get out of and absorbent too :3 i play with my cockhead a bit as i wet myself 😊 so embarrassing but it felt so good Submitter Tsukihana Submitted 12/27/2023 Category Transgender (FtM)
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coaxing it out View File leaking my own omo vids ahead of new years! this one features me rubbing my cockhead and leaking a few times, super up close you can see everything Submitter Tsukihana Submitted 12/27/2023 Category Transgender (FtM)
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**NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty ✅ Audio I did a hold that was recorded in discord for once! Someone challenged me to drink 3L of water, which I did over the span of 3 hours. I leaked and gushed the whole time but I managed to hold my bladder. It was so much fun to be sitting in so much pee and yet still be so desperate. I recorded multiple points of my squirming to try and hold it, and then finally when I let go~Free-
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Had an idea for a story about a trans guy using a urinal for the first time. I really hope the terminology used here is respectful, and that my description of the STP prosthetic's use is accurate. I was picturing the one from this company while I wrote this. *** Avery’s prosthetic had finally arrived, and he loved it. Both for how it felt against him, inside his pants, and because he could wear it out anywhere; walk into a restroom and just pee standing up. It would be so much easier to use restrooms out in public now. He was always scared someone would notice he was sitting down to pee, and have an issue with him. This had led to a lot of desperation for him, as he tried his best to avoid entering public toilets altogether. That was over now. He could pee when he needed to, and he could do so standing. The workings of the prosthetic seemed pretty simple. It all just came down to gravity. When he’d first washed it, he had observed how the water ran through the cup and spilled out the tip. He had also observed how too much water all at once could cause the cup to overflow. He hadn’t actually peed with it yet. The reviews online said it was a lot easier to get past the hesitation if the urge to go was more severe, that needing to pee very badly and standing there in front of the toilet would make it happen pretty automatically. Several bottles of water later, and he was more than a little eager to give it a shot. Just outside the door to the restroom though, he panicked, certain he’d make a mess of himself, his clothes, and the entire room. He could just take the prosthetic off, he thought. He could sit down and go, then try again later. Except, he really wanted to do this. Wow, Avery really needed to pee. He wanted to enjoy doing it standing up, not just the relief of going but going like any other guy— Avery’s bladder gave a twinge and he squeezed his legs tight together. He hesitated at the door for a few more minutes, then placed a hand against it. Right at that moment, the apartment’s doorbell rang. Avery sighed. His Dad, was not home. Nobody else was around to get the door. He’d have to hold off a few more minutes. Avery walked to the door and swung it open, ignoring the confused pang from his bladder as he led it away from the toilet it needed. The person at the door was his best friend, as well as the most beautiful girl Avery had ever seen; Lydia Johnstone. He felt his palms get sweaty as they often did when Lydia was around. “Hi, Avery,” Lydia said. “I’m going to get some pizza and thought I’d ask if you wanted to come with?” “Yes,” Avery answered right away. “Awesome,” Lydia said happily. A smile broke across her gorgeous face. Avery’s heart pounded. Avery stood there a few more seconds. He knew it would be unwise to leave the apartment with his bladder still full. All the sites warned pretty strongly against using an STP for the very first time in a public restroom, in case something went wrong. And, just sitting down to go in public set him on edge. Someone could notice and clock him, then give him a hard time about it, or even worse. Yet, the words “Hold on a second, I gotta use the bathroom first” absolutely refused to form in his mouth. He felt himself start to blush just at the thought of saying that to Lydia. And, what if something went wrong with the STP while he was in there? Like, he overflowed it or something, and then he had to come back out in his wet pants to get changed, possibly with Lydia seeing? No, he didn’t want to risk it. He’d hold it while he went out, then go once he got back here. Easy. Simple. His bladder disagreed and sent a few particularly sharp twinges as he and Lydia descended the staircase that led from his apartment. Every step bounced the liquid in him up and down, making it press all the more against his sphincters. Once they were on the sidewalk, Avery started to think he may have made a mistake. But, if telling Lydia he needed a pee a few seconds ago when they were still in his apartment was too embarrassing, blurting out that he needed to run back inside and take a leak when they’d just left would probably be enough to literally kill him with shame. Nope. He’d hold it. He could hold it. He really, really had to go, but he didn’t feel in danger of an accident or anything. Besides, once he and Lydia started talking as they walked, his need began to fade more into the background. They arrived at the restaurant Lydia had chosen. The instant they were inside, Avery’s eyes automatically sought the door to the restroom. No, he couldn’t use it. Bad idea. What if he positioned his prosthetic wrong and just peed all over himself here? The thought of leaving the restroom, drenched in his own urine, in front of Lydia of all people— Too risky. No. Hold it. That was a lot easier said than done. As he and Lydia sat at a table to await their order, Avery’s knee bounced up and down so much he nearly bashed it against the underside of the table. Maybe he could go into the restroom and sit down to pee, try the prosthetic later when he was at home? But, the restaurant was crowded. He knew there would be other people in the toilet, someone could notice how he peed. He knew it was ridiculous to think anyone was even paying that much attention to what he was doing, or to assume anybody’s first thought upon seeing a guy sit down to pee was that he must have been transgender— More likely, if they noticed at all, they’d just think he needed to do more than just pee. But, knowing these things did not make it easier for Avery. It was still frightening for him. He’d gotten the prosthetic partially so he wouldn’t need to feel scared anymore. If he could just work up the nerve to actually use the stupid thing— His and Lydia’s pizza arrived to the table. Avery had been so preoccupied by his bladder he hadn’t listened to what toppings Lydia had asked for; Anchovies and red pepper flakes. Salty and spicy and guaranteed to have Avery reaching for his water glass desperately. “Is something wrong?” Lydia said. “You told me you like anchovies before.” Avery did like anchovies. He just also liked having dry pants. That was going to be harder to achieve if he ate something that caused him to drink a lot of water when so much already needed to come out. “Is it the red pepper?” Lydia asked. “Do you not like spicy food?” Avery shook his head. He liked spicy food well enough. “This is fine, Lydia. Don’t worry. I just—“ HAVE TO PEE LIKE CRAZY “— was zoning out for a minute.” As they ate, Avery was grateful for the table. His legs were hidden from Lydia’s view, so he could cross them together and jiggle them around as much as he wanted to. He just had to keep his expression neutral, which was hard to do. Hopefully if he looked pained, Lydia would just guess it was from the spice. He cringed when he had to reach for his water glass and take several long gulps. Even though he knew it didn’t work that fast, he swore his bladder felt noticeably fuller the second he swallowed his last mouthful of water. His gaze kept being drug back to the restrooms. Men were entering and exiting every few seconds. It frightened him too much to go in, God how he needed to! “Um… Avery?” Lydia asked suddenly. “Are you okay?” Avery forced himself to straighten up, to stop fidgeting, to wipe the agonized look off his face. “Y—Yes,” he said, feeling his cheeks burn. “Why?” “You… Um… You keep kicking me,” Lydia said with a laugh. Avery flushed hot and cold. He’d been so lost in his desperation he hadn’t felt that he’d been kicking Lydia. “S—Sorry,” Avery stammered. “What’s got you so antsy?” Lydia asked. “Oh, is it the Math test we have on Monday? I’ve been worried about that, too. “It’s…” Avery lowered his voice and leaned in conspiratorially. Confused, Lydia tilted her head closer to him. “I… I need to use the restroom.” “Then go,” Lydia said, still confused. She spoke way too loudly for Avery’s liking. Lydia had an awful habit of not controlling the tone and volume of her voice. Normally, Avery found it cute. Now, however… “I can’t,” Avery said. “Why not?” “Because…” “Oh… That,” Lydia said. She knew her friend was transgender, but it was sometimes difficult to put herself in his shoes. She couldn’t imagine what it felt like to constantly be reminded that your body had not come out the way it should have, that you had parts that shouldn’t have been there, and that important things were missing. Avery must receive reminders like that every time he needed to pee, having to look at and touch an area of his body that felt wrong to him, having no choice but to crouch or sit down to urinate, having that wrongness emphasized all the more. She wondered if maybe Avery sometimes forced himself to hold it until it just got to be impossible so he could avoid that feeling. Lydia tried to speak quieter, figuring she could at least assuage his worries about one aspect of the problem; “Nobody will notice if you are sitting down.” “I know they won’t,” Avery said. Now that Lydia knew what was troubling him, he was squirming more openly. He ground himself against his seat, he crossed his legs together at the ankles and rubbed them against one another. He even... well... started to hold himself. He was gripping the opening of the prosthetic a little, like on an instinct. He realized what he was doing and that it should have no affect on his ability to hold his pee inside his bladder, but there must have been some kind of psychological component to it because now that his hand was covering the opening, he did actually feel marginally more in control. Avery fought back a bit more embarrassment. They were talking about it now. No real point in keeping quiet anymore. And, a part of him did really want to tell someone about this, Lydia was his best and closest friend, so she should be the perfect person for it. “And, I… I have this thing now. So I can… Do it standing.” “Oh, cool,” Lydia said. She was sure that made him feel better. No more being reminded of the body parts he was uncomfortable with whenever he needed to pee. But, that added to her confusion about why he was still holding it. “So, what’s the problem?” “I haven’t… I haven’t actually used it yet,” Avery explained. “I haven’t practiced at all, I’m worried I’ll mess it up really bad somehow." So, Avery didn’t... Know how to aim? Was that it? Lydia didn’t think she would be of much use there, not like she had any experience in that field. She’d never even seen a guy pee before, she didn’t think. She didn’t have any brothers, and her Dad didn’t ever go with the door open. “Could you text your Dad?” she suggested. It would probably be really weird to get a text from your son asking how to aim your pee stream correctly, but he was the only cisgender guy she could think of that Avery was close enough to to ask for advice like that. “Text him what?” Avery asked, still wriggling uncontrollably. If he didn’t come up with some way to handle this, the first time he peed with his new prosthetic would also be the first accident he’d had in years. “How to… You know… Aim it?” Lydia said. “That’s not the— I’m sure I can figure that part out,” Avery said. “Just point and shoot, right? But, I need to be sure it’s… uh... under me right, and I don’t want to overflow it, and—“ “Nobody will notice if you just sit down,” Lydia said. “Nobody’s going to be looking that closely.” “I know…” Avery said. If he was honest with himself, it wasn’t just the fear of someone clocking him that made him hesitant to pee sitting down on a toilet. It was because, after years and years of wishing he could go standing up, sitting down to pee even one more time when he had another option was going to really suck. That and he’d have to take the prosthetic off to sit down. Even if he’d only been wearing it a little while, it had felt so utterly comfortable to him. It had ceased to be a prosthetic and had started to just be his dick. He didn’t want to take it off, to remind himself that it wasn’t what he'd been born with. It would make him feel fake and inauthentic. Drip… As Avery had thought these things over, the actual current state of his bladder had fallen to the wayside. It jolted back to the front of his mind when he felt a tiny warm dribble begin to seep from him. He clenched his thighs tighter, crossed his legs to the point it felt like he was cutting off the circulation. He managed to stem the flow, but knew he could not finish eating and get back to his apartment dry. He had to go! He’d reached the limit. Too much water and too much time spent fretting and holding. Something had to give. It was going to really suck, it was going to be very uncomfortable, but he’d just pee sitting down and hope no one in there noticed or thought twice about it. “I’m going to— To try,” Avery squeaked out to his friend. He was bursting, completely. He shot to his feet, and a bolt of need coursed through him in response. The change in gravity had been too much, too abrupt. Oh God, he couldn’t hold it much longer! Somehow he got himself to stand up a little straighter, but when he tried to walk his knees buckled beneath him, urgency shooting through his body. “You okay?” Lydia asked. “Ffffine,” Avery hissed out. “Be right back.” He rushed for the restroom as quickly as he bloated, over-hydrated body would allow him to move. At least it wasn’t a long walk. He pushed open the door and entered. There was a long row of urinals, a few of them in use. Avery could kind of hear the light sprinkling and quiet hsssss of the other guys’ streams hitting the porcelain, he tried to block it out as he hobbled in the direction of the two stalls… Which were both in use. Ohhhh, no! I can’t wait anymore! I have to go now! Have to! He shakily headed over to the sinks to wait for one of the stalls to open up. He bounced in place as he waited. Ever since he began transitioning, he’d learned how long it could take for a stall to vacate in a men’s room, as most men only used them to poop unless they were particularly pee-shy at urinals. He knew how brutal it could be to wait for a stall with a brimming bladder. And, his bladder was brimming more today than he thought it ever had. He crossed his legs as he continued to jiggle in place. He hoped that the guys in the stalls had been in there a while already, that they’d be exiting soon enough, that he could wait for them. But, he’d already waited so, so long. Being in a restroom was making his need worse. As the guys at the urinals finished doing what Avery needed to do, he realized he could not wait any longer. He just couldn’t. He was full. Completely. And more and more pee seemed to be filling his bladder by the second. He felt himself beginning to dribble again. He couldn’t wait. He had to go. God, he just had to go! He could just… He had the prosthetic… He’d never used the prosthetic! He had no practice! All the websites said this was a bad idea. No. Either he tried to use his prosthetic at the urinal and have at least a chance at staying dry, or he keep standing there until he had an accident. No other options. Desperate beyond belief, he rushed for the urinal at the far-side, furthest from the door. This one was lower to the ground than the others, which was good. He thought he had a better chance at making this work if the target was a little below him. At the others, he imagined he’d have to stand on the tips of his toes to direct his pee into them. He shifted from foot to foot, swaying in place now. So, he just… Unzipped, right? The websites had said it was best to try this with your pants down the first few times… But, if he did that, it would surely attract a lot of unwanted attention. He undid the button on his pants, tugged the zipper down. His bladder spasmed angrily, sending more drips past his overworked sphincters. He was trembling as he pulled the head of the prosthetic from his jeans. He kind of parted his legs a bit, and adjusted the positioning of the cup as much as he could. He hoped it was the right place. He was pretty sure he knew where it was his pee came out of, but knew if he was wrong this was gonna be a disaster. He thought it was in the right place. Please, please let that be the right place! Now that he was reasonably certain it was safe to let flow, nothing happened. His mind kept buzzing. Was there a certain area he was supposed to aim at? He’d seen posts on the Internet where guys complained about getting ‘splashback’ at urinals, did that mean that if his pee hit the wrong area, would it just shoot back at him or something? Was he supposed to pee at the back wall-part, or into the bowl at the bottom? He was probably really, really overthinking this. It wasn’t rocket science, it was just a toilet that was a little different from what he was used to. And, more importantly, he had to GO. He tried to relax and just stop fretting about such random things. He wasn’t attempting open heart surgery here, he was just trying to pee! Ohhh, but what if it didn’t work right? He remembered how the cup could overflow if too much went into it at once. What if, since he had to go so bad, it ended up being too much, too fast, and it all overflowed and just went down his legs!? He had to stop worrying! He had to go so badly! He just had to— Avery let out a shuddering breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding as he did. His bladder had opened up, urine trickled down, out of his tip, little spatters against the urinal, and then a real stream. He knew better than to let go all the way, and made himself keep holding back a little bit. If he went full force, it would overflow for sure. As it was though, everything was perfectly okay. His pee was coming out, all going where he wanted it to, none was streaming down his legs or back-flowing over his butt. He was just… Peeing. “Ahhhhhhhhh…” Even if he wasn’t letting himself go full-force, Avery was unable to keep himself from groaning with the relief, and the euphoria of watching his pee stream out his dick into a urinal. He thought it was stupid, but he’d actually seriously dreamed of being able to do this. He closed his eyes, and tipped his head backward a bit. It felt so good. It felt good all around. For the first time in his entire life, he did not feel like he was in danger inside a public restroom. Anyone who saw him would look at him like they would any other guy. Because he was just like any other guy, even if he just needed some extra tools. He was just so happy that someone had invented prosthetics like the one he had now, it was like a new world was opening for him. One where he didn’t have to be scared when he needed to pee in public. One where he didn’t have to be reminded of the things that made him miserable every single time his bladder got too full to ignore. At last he was empty, and the relief wore off. But, the euphoria did not. He was about to zip right back up, when he remembered the last thing he had to do. He leaned forward just a little and shook the prosthetic. A short stream of excess pee spattered out and he was grateful he’d remembered to do that so it hadn’t wound up in his pants instead. He finally zipped back up and a few minutes later he was back at the table with Lydia. She asked if it had worked out, and he told her it had worked out great. He felt so much better now, in so many ways.
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View File Desperate Day Out (2 videos) Hi everyone! My partner and I went to the woods and had some desperate, wet fun! I was absolutely bursting when we got there, so I decided we should set up on a log facing away from the trail. I start to wet myself right away sitting down when suddenly my partner's bladder got very shy (understandable for their first time in public). Given the video tags and how badly I needed to go, you can probably guess what's happening here 😄 At one point I turned my head to look behind me and a cyclist was coming down the trail behind us (see about 30 seconds in). Luckily, since our backs were turned, there's absolutely no way he could've seen us. We just pretended to be looking at the mushrooms on the log in front of us. We then continued our hike for about another 45 minutes, when suddenly my partner became incredibly desperate. We found some overgrown trails and stepped off the path long enough for them to relieve themselves. They wet their shorts for over a minute and their boots filled with with an impressive amount of pee! For being so new to this, they have really taken to what we do here 💛 Enjoy! Note: I decided to put this in the Tras Masc category as that most closely represents my partner's gender identity. Since we're both NB in our own way, this felt like the right category more than just 'Male' or 'Female'. Submitter themerger Submitted 10/04/2023 Category Transgender (FtM)
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View File soaking my already leaky pullups! Naughty puppy! I put on yesterday's leaky pullup and flooded it from holding all night! Such a bad doggy! Submitter toddlerpup Submitted 09/10/2023 Category Transgender (FtM)
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View File Trans boy pisses his pants Video is 1 min 9 sec of me peeing my pants after holding for 6 hours Submitter Leaky-angie Submitted 09/04/2023 Category Transgender (FtM)
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View File Two videos by Spooky-kitten from PH A cute trans boy wets his cute panties. In the second one he's wearing a packer. Looks all girl to me, but according to his PH profile he's trans but doesn't mind to be called a girl. Anyways, I though it was cute. Submitter Renatatswet Submitted 08/23/2023 Category Transgender (FtM)
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**NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty ✅ Audio I held it for approximately three hours with a large coffee and multiple large glasses of water, and then continue to try and hold it over the course of a couple more. I leaked uncontrollably, and even gushed, throughout this time but I never allowed myself relief. It was incredible to be so full and utterly desperate, yet sit in so much pee. The release was amazing.Free- 2 comments
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