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This is a totally fictional story based on a TikTok I saw a few days ago, lost, and will likely never find again. Enjoy! ____________ “ROAD TRIP!” We all yelled, holding our hands up happily as we filmed the beginning of our trip for TikTok. This would be the first time we had gone on a road trip together since we had graduated college and gone our separate ways. Naturally, we had all come together for major life events, but the travel had always been separate. Now, however, we were in our thirties and you know what they say, thirty is the new twenty. Or something like that. It was going to be a girls only trip. No husbands, no children, just us! Just us and a three hour road trip to one of our old haunts where we would spend the week getting pampered before heading back to our normal, dreary lives. Honestly, our lives weren’t bad. I had become an accountant and worked for a small firm. It was a good job, I liked my boss, and it paid well. I had gotten married about a year after college to a handsome man and respectable lawyer. I had two children, Ian and Gracyn, who were the loves of my life but who were growing like weeds! I couldn’t believe they would both be in school this year! Rachel had finished her teaching degree with honors, worked for all of a year in the profession only to realize she hated it and got a job working as a paper pusher in the governor's office. That was where she met Adam, her now husband, who was working as a lobbyist. They hit it off right away and not even a year later were flying to Cabo to elope, dragging Jessica and I along as bridesmaids. After another year or so of trying, Rachel finally got pregnant with Mica, who is honestly one of the most adorable babies I have ever seen. Jessica went on and got her doctorate in geology and now works for an oil company making big bucks doing god only knows what. She’s explained it to me several times, but I never understood what she was talking about. Of the three of us, she’s the only one to not get married or have any kids, but she is dating some guy she met while in Dubai. We don’t think it’s that serious, but Jessica was always a wild card. “Oh my gosh guys!” I squealed as we piled into the car. “Can you believe we are finally doing this?!” “A week with no kids,” Rachel laughed, crossing her legs as she sat in the car. “No kids, no husbands…” “No responsibilities!” Jessica said, throwing her extra large water bottle in the back seat as she climbed in. “Oh it’s going to be so nice!” I said as I climbed into the driver’s seat and shut the door. “I cannot wait to get a full body massage!” “Or just sit in the hot tub!” Jessica said over the roar of the engine. “I miss that thing so much!” “Don’t you get a hot tub in every hotel you stay at?” Rachel laughed, locking her ankles together as she did. Jessica rolled her eyes and looked out the window at the passing houses as we pulled out of my neighborhood. “Not that I ever get to use it! I barely even get to sleep in the hotels, let alone enjoy their amenities!” “Look at you using big words!” Rachel laughed again, shoving her hands into her crotch. “Listen here, Ms. English teacher!” Jessica laughed, pointing at Rachel jokingly while taking a swig of her water. “I don’t need any of your sass.” “Right, right,” I laughed as well, clenching my thighs together out of habit. After having two children, my bladder control wasn’t quite what it used to be and I would frequently leak just a little bit of pee. I wasn’t the only one with this problem, however, as Rachel routinely confessed to me that she too needed to pee more often. Speaking of which… “Ooo! Gas station!” Rachel pointed out as we neared the on-ramp to the highway. “Can we stop please! I forgot to get snacks!” I rolled my eyes, but pulled over. At least she was going before we got onto the highway, but I wish she had gone before we left my house. I might as well top up the gas tank while we waited. It was mostly full but still, better safe than sorry. I had barely pulled into a stall when Rachel threw open the door and started trotting into the station, her thighs pressing subtly against one another causing her butt to look more firm and perky. Clearly, snacks wasn’t the issue. “Snacks?” Jessica laughed, as she took another swig from her bottle. “She should have just said she needed to pee.” “Yeah,” I laughed, taking stock of my own bladder. I was good for now, but I’d probably need to go before we got there. Provided I didn’t have a bladder spasm, which seemed to be happening more and more frequently these days. At first I had thought I had a bladder infection, but the doctor assured me that wasn’t the case and if it got worse to go to a urologist. But that cost more money than I was willing to fork over right now, so pads it was. The gas finished filling the tank and Rachel came trotting back over, blushing as I pulled out my phone to document what snacks she had bought. “No!” She laughed, grabbing my phone away, making the video go blurry just as I turned the camera to catch all of us. “So rude! You don’t need to record me going to the bathroom!” “Yes I do! For posterity's sake!” I laughed, wrestling my phone away from her. “Or for posterior’s sake!” Jessica laughed, grabbing the phone and trying to point it at Rachel’s ass. “Noooo!” Rachel moaned, laughing as she tried in vain to steal the phone back. “I just had to pee, ok?!” “Fine, fine,” Jessica laughed, handing the phone back to me with a wink, letting me know she had saved the footage. “Come on, let's get back on the road!” With a laugh, the three of us piled back into the car and started back towards the highway. Traffic was terrible, but at least the cars around us were moving so we were making good time. Or decent time at least. “Hey Mal,” Jessica said, tapping me on the shoulder. “Do you want a mint?” “Yeah, sure!” I said, flipping my hand back behind my seat with practiced ease. “Your kids have you trained!” Jessica laughed, placing a few TicTacs in my hand before kicking her feet up on the console between the two front seats. “Does John do that too?” “You know it!” I laughed as I turned on the radio. “I do most of the driving though, so I have the driver’s side down more than he does! He’ll still drop things from time to time.” Jessica laughed as she took another swig from her bottle. “I bet the kids love that!” “Oh they do!” I responded as I flicked on the turn signal and merged into traffic. “They think it’s an absolute riot.” Suddenly, one of the songs we used to hear all the time in college came on over the radio, beckoning us all to start singing along to it. Belting out the lyrics, both real and made up, we continued on down the highway for a few minutes before I suddenly whipped the car over to the side of the road. All of the laughing and singing had done the trick; I needed to pee. Now. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I mumbled as the car slowly came to a stop on the side of the road, my hand buried in my crotch as my bladder begged for release. “Oh nooo!” Throwing off my seatbelt, I quickly bolted from the car and into the carpet of small white flowers which lined the side of the road. Ripping off my pants, I squatted down just in time for my bladder to give up the fight and begin emptying on its own. The spattering of pee and my sigh of relief drowning out the laughter from the car. “Say cheese!” Rachel laughed, filming me as I pulled my pants back up. “Shut up!” I said back jokingly, too relieved that I had managed to not pee my pants or the seat of my car to care. “At least I didn’t totally wet myself!” “That was only one time!” Rachel laughed back. “Come on, guys!” Jessica groaned from the back of the car. “We’ve got places to be! Places your small bladders apparently don’t want to go!” “Oh they’re going!” I laughed as I climbed back in the car. “Delete that footage, please, Rach!” “Fat chance in hell!” she said cackling. “I sent it to you. For posterior’s sake.” “Oooo, I’m gonna kill you!” I said as I pulled back into traffic. “I’m so going to kill you!” “Look, you delete yours, I’ll delete mine!” Rachel said, sticking her tongue out at me as though we were in grade school again. “Good thing I have a copy of both!” Jessica laughed, waving her phone around. “Assholes, the both of you!” I said, pulling up behind a slow moving semi. “Dammit!” On the side of the road was an orange sign showing road work ahead. All of the traffic was starting to merge into one lane and our speed slowed way down. The traffic cones pushed us from one lane to another, causing us to run over rumble strips and uneven road surfaces for what felt like forever. I didn’t know about how Rachel was feeling, but I was overjoyed to have peed before we entered the construction area. Jessica, on the other hand, looked rather uncomfortable, her bottle of water laying forgotten on the floor of the car. “Um, guys?” She said, crossing her legs. “You know that gas station up there?” “You need it now too?” I laughed. “Yeah,” She said, crossing her legs the other direction. “It’s hard to drink a gallon a day!” I sighed and put on my blinker, slowly making my way out of the line of cars and to the gas station, making sure to ride the rumble strips for longer than necessary. “Stoooop!” Jessica moaned, leaning forward desperately. “I need to pee!” As soon as I pulled the car up to the gas station, Jessica was out like a shot, sprinting to the toilet as though her bladder were going to give out at any second. “And she called us small bladdered!” I chuckled at the sight, pulling out my phone to catch her arrival back at the car. “You gonna film her too?” Rachel laughed. “Of course!” It took longer than expected for Jessica to return, but when she did, her arms were full of snacks and drinks. As soon as she saw the phone in my hand, she immediately began laughing and nearly dropped her stash. “You hungry?” I asked as she threw her pile of goodies into the car. “Not really,” she said as she climbed in. “But I did some math. At this rate, it’ll take us closer to six hours to get there, and I don’t really want to be starving when we arrive.” Rachel and I looked at each other in confusion before looking back at Jessica and her snack pile. Surely there wouldn’t be construction the whole way there and traffic was moving, so how did she figure that? “What do you mean?” Rachel asked, spinning around in her seat to look at Jessica. “We’ve been on the road for twenty minutes, right?” Jessica said, pulling out her phone. “In twenty minutes, we’ve gone a grand total of 6 miles.” I frowned and shook my head. There was no way! We definitely had gone farther than… that… I looked over my shoulder at what Jessica was looking at. There, on the hillside, plain as day, was my house. Three miles as the crow flies, but due to the winding roads, closer to six miles away. “How…?” “Because we all have had to pee!” Rachel howled, burying her hands in her crotch. “This is what it’s like road tripping in your thirties!” Thirty is the new twenty, my ass! ________________ Really wish I could have found that TikTok again guys!

Hello! a quick story about a sneezing fit wet accident happened to me yesterday: I had to pee 7/10 but nothing too urgent, I was talking with Andrea on the phone about random stuff.... a little digression: even if We talk about pee and wet stuff since almost 5 years, I always had something that I was not able to tell him, and the big "secret" was that I've always had stress incontinence especially with coughing/sneezing/lifting up heavy weights, and also had giggle incontinence since I was a kid; idk why I was afraid to tell him, but some weeks ago I told everything and this was a big relief, now I feel better and free, it's beautiful to share EVERYTHING and to not have secrets returning to the main topic, I felt a sneeze coming and put an hand between legs to hold it, but surprise! it wasn't a single sneeze, it was a row of 6 sneezes! after the second sneeze pee started to gusghing out loudly with every sneeze (and I was running to the bathroom). luckily I was wearing a pad and I soaked it as you can imagine, i also wet my panties and pajamas pants but I was laughing (like Andrea was), so I changed myself but I sent a video of the condition of my pad and now I want to share with you! I hope you enjoy my story doc_2022-03-27_23-40-53.mp4

Hi all! If there are any females or bi males who would like to take control of my bladder, then i urge you to add me as a friend on here. Thanks for your attention, hoping to see you guys soon! -OmoWarrior (I apologise if this is the wrong place to put my post, still learning the website)

(if you want to skip the exposition scroll down to the dotted line) This winter my husband and I decided to take a vacation to Florida with his family, the place we went wasn’t the warmest place in Florida and because of this it was not very crowded (luckily, especially with the pandemic) at the time I was 7 months pregnant but I wasn’t too concerned with traveling because we were within a days drive of home. I already had a pretty small bladder before pregnancy (I think I might have mild overactive bladder) and the pressure of the baby has made my need to pee pretty constant. Sometimes I can hold it but sometimes I might need to pee every hour while awake, especially if she’s kicking. I’m quite shy and had been trying to hide how often I used the bathroom by slipping in quietly during busy moments but often still had to excuse myself during dinner ect. This wasn’t much of an issue at condo we stayed in but I didn’t think to ask if there was a bathroom at the beach. (Spoiler alert, there was not) it was about a 8 ish minute walk from the beach which was nice but still out of the way enough to be annoying. We decided to go the whole day after breakfast, bring lunch, chairs, just enjoy the fresh air, and come home for dinner. ....................................................... I wore a pretty blue sundress and straw hat with a bow that day, my hair was in a braid and getting golden from the sun. I’m a rather petit and slender person but my belly was starting to get pretty big and none of my other clothes would fit anymore. Of course I went pee right before leaving because I am prepared (haha) but about 45 minutes after leaving I started to feel that familiar pressure. We were all sipping water to stay hydrated, and it was catching up with me. Everyone was having a good time and I didn’t want to leave so I tried to stick it out and though maybe I could make it another 30 min to not take too many bathroom breaks, but after another 15 I started to feel desperate. I didn’t want to squirm because I want to make a good impression but it felt kinda obvious that I needed to go. I politely excused myself and tried to walk up the boardwalk as gracefully as I could with an overly full bladder and swollen baby belly. The walk was painful and the movement made my bladder ache. As I got to the front door I felt my desperation go into overdrive at the thought of emptying. Since no one was around I freely crossed my legs and held myself, bouncing as I turned the key. I awkwardly waddled to the bathroom and with the door in sight, I felt a sneeze come on. I closed my eyes and squeezed my legs tight. “Ahhhh... ahhh...ahhhh..Aahhhchoo!” This was too much for my poor body to handle as I felt a large gush in my underwear. I dashed for the toilet, feeling like I could barely hold back. As soon as I sat down I pulled my undies to the side and peed a heavy stream, sighing with relief. my underwear was pretty soaked so I washed up my legs with water and changed them, mortified I had peed myself. There were small drips on the hallway floor I cleaned up as well. Ch 2 I got back to the beach feeling flustered but comforted by the gentle kicking of my baby, reminding me she was happily growing inside me. I laid on a blanket with my husband and we chatted with his family and built sand castles. There was only one problem, about 30 minutes in I already needed to pee! It wasn’t unbearable but it felt so uncomfortable. My babies kicking plus my previous accident had made my bladder so sensitive and irritated, not to mention water goes straight through me but I had to keep hydrated. I tried to put it out of my mind but I could feel myself filling quickly and the urge growing stronger every minute. I was so embarrassed at the idea of excusing myself only 45 minutes after the first time, and I started thinking of ways I could make an excuse to return to the house. I then had a brilliant idea, I decided the house was too far and I didn’t want to risk having another accident or drawing attention to my embarrassing situation. So I was going to sneak off and pee on the beach. It was a long strip of beach as far as the eye could see. At first I though there was nowhere to hide, so it couldn’t work but I had a better idea, pee right in the water, with no one noticing. I stood up and faked interest in looking at shells on the ground, and slowly wandered off, as I got further I picked up pace, feeling desperate from the sounds of the water and promise of relief. (Sort of excited too if you know what I mean) I made my way down until I could barely make out anything anyone was doing back at our towels. I waited for strangers to slowly pass by, bouncing from foot to foot. The urge hit me so strongly and I couldn’t hold myself so I quickly closed my knees as a tiny spurt of pee hit my dry panties. After they passed I quickly/stealthily as I could removed my underwear then waded into the water. As soon as my toes touched cold ocean it was too much and I shuddered, feeling a warm stream begin to trickle down my leg. once the water level was almost touching the hem of my dress I turned my back to the beach and let out a forceful stream sighing a huge sigh of relief, I swear my eyes rolled back haha. I pretended to play wading in the waves to clean myself up (yay off-season!) Then put on my undies before returning to the family. The damage wasn’t too bad, a quarter sized wet patch on my panties, no one but me would know. “No shells?” My husband asked cheerfully. I laughed and said, there were some cool ones but bending down is a bit tough right now! Ch 3 I was feeling great and slightly turned on after stealth peeing in the ocean and decided that was my perfect plan for the remainder of our vacation (it did work out for me a few more times throughout the week) however I also felt a little concerned because my bladder capacity felt smaller than ever and I had never leaked as badly as earlier, or twice in a day. We ate a delicious lunch, had some sparkling waters, and after an hour and a half were close to packing up. My husband and his brother were off playing in the waves, and his dad was trying out a new metal detector. I stayed back with his mother relaxing in chairs and we got to talking about life, kids, random things. I always got along with her quite well. I felt like I might want to go relieve myself in the ocean again but before I could find an excuse to wander off she suggested we start getting ready to head back. Like I said earlier I always want to make a good impression with family so I offered to help pack up and despite her insisting I relax I did some light stuff and put away food, folded blankets and that kind of thing. We finished packing and we’re waiting for the rest of the family. I didn’t want to wander off in case we left soon but I didn’t want to be rude by returning to the house early, so I sat a little longer and chatted more and squirmed a bit in my seat. The lemon from the sparkling water had irritated my bladder and I felt a few spasms that made my cross my legs. After about 10 minutes of waiting for the family to gather again I was feeling desperate. My urge to pee was so strong and my bladder felt tired and cramped by my baby. I started to worry about having an accident if I didn’t leave soon and my face must have shown it. My mother in law peered at me and asked if I’m ok. I smiled and told her I need to pee blushing super hard as I said it. “Aw you poor thing!” She exclaimed sympathetically, “I remember what it felt like having these two, not easy” I don’t think she realized how bad it was until a few minutes later my foot started bouncing. My bladder felt so swollen and tired, I didn’t want to move for fear my muscles might unclench. My baby gave a tiny kick and I felt my pelvic muscles release, letting out a little stream. I crossed my legs super hard and managed to stop it but not before making a small wet patch on on my butt. “I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed “but I don’t think I can hold it any longer I’m going to walk back to the house” my mother in law laughed and said smiling “no need to explain honey we will meet you there!” My face was burning red as I walked away because I could tell there was an orange sized wet patch on the back of my dress. I got further away and with my back turned from our family and rubbed my hands on my lower belly/thighs as I tried to walk calmly, not caring if strangers saw me squirm from a distance. My arms curved around my swollen belly to reach down, wanting to badly to grab my self but hesitating. It ached with my steps and I couldn’t do anything to jolt my body too much. It felt like the end of my peehole was the only tiny gate keeping it from all steaming out. When my bladder would spasm I’d have to stop and squeeze my legs together so hard. But 3/4 of the way home the urge hit me so strong I couldn’t stop a few short spurts from coming out. my legs shook I instinctively grabbed myself and it gushed out on the front of my dress. I felt the warmth and wetness hit my fingers, desperately trying to hold it back. That small release felt so good that I almost let out even more. But I danced from foot to foot with my knees together tight and my finger pressed right on my peehole. Somehow I stopped the spurts with little palm sized stain now on the front of my dress. I desperately searched around for a place to squat but it was all residential with small yards and busy streets. There was no parked cars on the road to duck behind, and I was too embarrassed for someone to see me pee in the street. I can make it home I told myself. I approached the intersection right before our condo. There was no crosswalk or traffic light, but that wasn’t a problem in the daytime because it was very calm, however now... it was rush hour. I gently rocked from foot to foot waiting for a non existent break in traffic, fighting not to hold myself. After 3 minutes of agony two drivers slowed and stopped for me (yay for pregnancy) I tried to walk slowly but didn’t want to hold up traffic so I picked up the pace the best I could. My bladder was 100% at capacity, I knew I was less than 10 minutes from completely losing control and I felt a huge spurt in my underwear as I stepped on the curb, I grabbed myself, back turned to the road and somehow stopped it but not soon enough. It overflowed and soaked the soft cotton of my panties and made the fabric of my dress saturated and heavy under my fingers the warm sensation caused me to moan in agony/pleasure at the small and fleeting relief. The wet spot on the front of my dress was larger than a grapefruit now and between my legs felt moist. A few small drops of pee trickled down my inner thighs from my saturated undies, sending shivers up my spine. I reached the front door. This had always been my trigger to feel desperate, even before pregnancy, I would do the keys in the door dance as I searched in my purse after work, no matter if I had to go 5 minutes before. This was the worst possible timing to have that problem. I thought I had time but I suddenly felt mere seconds away from uncontrollably pissing myself. I desperately held my crotch, legs crossed wiggling and squirming bouncing myself up and down as my other hand searched for the keys in my purse. The bathroom was one door down from the exit. I can make it I can make oh my god I moaned where are my keys oh my god I can’t hold it I have to go so bad where the frick are my keys I’m not gonna make it. My fingers felt my keys and as I triumphantly pulled them out of the bag I felt the seal break in my pants, with a gush and warm trickle, the keys slipped and fell onto the ground. I knew there was no way I could grab them now but I still reached down. No no no ohhh ahhh I can’t hold it come on keys! I twisted and squirmed and did all I could to hold back but my body had enough and my need to pee was so strong I was completely overwhelmed. I let out a huge moan as I felt my pee burst out and my throbbing bladder release itself full force into my undies. I could feel a huge uncontrollable stream rush out of me and into my hands, quickly soaking anything in its path and steaming down my legs and onto the ground. I tried to stop, eyes closed and moaning but it was impossible my moans turned into sighs of relief as I felt the pressure rush out of me and the warmth felt quite good, my body shivered with pleasure, it felt so good to pee. Ohhh god ahhhh my head tilted back in ecstasy and my mouth opened. I didn’t want to leave a puddle but I felt every last drop trickle out onto the the ground no matter what I did. I leaned on the wall breathing heavy and enjoying the feeling of relief and then slowly bent down to pick up my keys, now wet. I looked behind me and in the distance our family was heading back. I was so embarrassed and quickly grabbed a large bowl of water to throw on the porch. I was at least fast enough to wash away my pee with water but none the less the wet porch was a dead giveaway and they definitely caught a short glimpse of my soaked dress as I slipped into the bathroom for a shower and change of clothes. My husband asked me about it later when we were alone and comforted me, although he knows this is my fetish so he knew it wasn’t so bad for me. I was still embarrassed about people besides him knowing it happened, but at least they didn’t witness the accident and I had a little fun! Everyone besides my husband pretended nothing happened which I honestly appreciated since that’s less embarrassing, although my mother in law was extra nice to me that night which was very sweet, and I don’t mind her knowing as much since it’s somewhat common for pregnant women. Luckily I didn’t have any other big accidents for the rest of our vacation, I became less secretive about how often I needed to pee because it’s less embarrassing than what happens when I try to hide it! We ended up joking about how often it was and my husbands family was very accommodating and always made sure I had a place to take bathroom breaks wherever we went I did have one or two more small leaks just from putting it off, and no one found out about (I think) I started wearing a pad. On our way home I had a large leak from drinking too much water in the car! My need to pee got a lot worse as i got closer to 9 months! Also glad to say we have a healthy baby girl now Thanks if you read the whole story! Sorry for any typos I’m not a professional writer and wrote this in one night, just having fun : ) I may have accidentally said boyfriend and husband interchangeably, we have been married a few months but dated a very long time so it’s funny to transition what I refer to him as!

This is my first story, so let me know if there is anything I can improve on, and if I should do a part two. - Part 1: Springing a Leak - Sarah was a normal 17 year old girl living in California. She was an attractive blonde with a nice ass that got many stares. Small but perky B-cup breast, and she got a lot of attention from boys. She lived a normal life with friends and popularity. That night had been a long one, as she had a lot of homework to do, and as such was tired going right to sleep when she was done. She had been drinking a lot of water did to the sweltering California heat. She hadn’t relieved herself in nine hours, but decided to ignore the twinge in her bladder and head to bed. ’Let it Out’ Sarah has fallen asleep, but was dreaming and though she was awake while in a dream. Sjrwas desperate for a pee, as she hadn’t gone for a while, and couldn’t sleep with the stress on her bladder. ’Aren’t you tired of holding it. Wouldn’t it be much better to just let your tired bladder muscles relax. You’ll feel much better afterwards.’ This was true, Sarah was tired of holding it. She was keeping in soo much liquid, and there was no reason to. It just made sense to release it. Sarah let go, but years of bladder control made it difficult, and only a spurt escaped. Sarah began to stir and wiggle in her sleep. ’Let it out, it’s okay. It doesn’t make you weak for not holding it. Why hold on when letting go would make you feel so much better.’ At that Sarah let go, and her muscles relaxed. At the same time, she woke up. She noticed a warm feeling between her legs, and then it hit her what it was. ”Shit”, she said, closing her legs to stop further damage. She then noticed an agonizing pain in her bladder. “Oh my god, I have to pee so bad.” She jumped out of bad doing everything in her power to hold her bladder and waddle to the bathroom careful not to move to fast. When she saw the toilet, her bladder gave way as she peed into her panties for two more seconds before getting them down and finishing in the toilet. “AHHHHHH” Sarah said gasping for air at the glorious nature of the release. She peed for nearly a minute and a half, as 12 hours worth of liquid poured into the toilet. When she was done, she looked down to inspect the damage. Her pink panties were soaked, and there was even a golf ball sized wet spot on the crotch of her pants. While it was close, Sarah had made it to the bathroom. She then stuck her sodden panties deep in the hamper to make sure her parents didn’t find out, and went back to bed feeing it would dry by the morning. “At least it wasn’t a complete accident.” Sarah said, vowing to take greater precautions the next day. - End of Part 1

I've been talking to a lady who is interesting in playing some holding/accident games with me. We'd like to spend the afternoon on some sort of adventure (hiking, mall, shopping, etc.) avoid restrooms and see how long she can maintain her composure before a complete bladder meltdown. Unfortunately, she seems to have a pretty strong bladder though that has to be pushed really far to get the point of leaking/an accident. I was hoping you all might have some ideas how she might best to prepare for this outing? What type of habits/patterns should we establish in the morning (or the day before) to best "untrain" her bladder and make the afternoon more difficult and reduce her bladder's normal iron walls? Should she be holding it as long as possible to wear her bladder out? Or should she be going as soon as she first feels the urge (or before) so that it doesn't build up any holding strength that day? Any thoughts or advice would be greatly appreciated.

Hello wet friends! Me and my bf would like to share with you our last (unexpected) wetting episodes, as you know we are a copule that love wetting and stuff and, well, our bladders aren't (luckily) made of iron some days ago we both peed ourselves from laughing and we want to share our wet moments! My boyfriend want to start first: I'm Andrea and I'm 26, I've always had little leaking problems when I laugh too much, during past week I was at Miriam house (we sadly live al ong distance relationship and see each other just once a month or more), we were in the bed, cuddling and talking, when Miriam screamed "WHAT THE F**K IS THAT?!?", I looked in her direction and there was a big insect on the desk near the bed! Since I don't like much to catch'n'kill insects I took the best insect killer weapon: a CAT I lifted it up and put it near the insect, but beside killing it our beloved weapon just dropped things like a calculator, a book and some other things ON MY FOOT ! I started to laugh so hard and I've wet my panties a little, it was just a 2-3 seconds drop and when I was still laughing I told to Miriam "Your cat just made me peed myself!". After that, I returned to bed with my wet panties and....yes, we enjoyed the moment Now it's Miriam turn: I'm Miriam and I'm 21, as you know I have some leaking issue too from time to time, some days ago I was in a car with my friends, we were returning home from a pub, I've drank a lot (not alchool if you are asking) and I had to pee, not badly but I could feel the pressure... When we was at the pub Andrea send me some "hot" message telling me pising/wetting related fantasies and well, it turned me on but this is not the point ! returning home, me and my silly friends started to tell silly things and suddently then I started to laugh I put and hand between my legs to "contain the damage" but it didn't help much since I felt a stream of pee that wet my panties and a little the crotch of my jeans, luckily no one noticed that. When I come home I went to bathroom and snapped a pic of my panties to Andrea, I made the rest of the pee on the toilet and then (hope you don't consider that gross) I pulled up my underwear again and I went to bed and "enjoyed the situation ". Hope you like our stories

Hey guys, this is another story about my weak-bladdered ex girlfriend, but also her (not identical) twin sister. This first part started as a brief intro paragraph before a road trip we all took together but it seems to have developed into a slightly longer story. I’ll continue the road trip story below - one of the best holidays of my life :) For background, I had already known the family for a long time and they were all very comfortable around me. I have tried to remember the details as accurately as possible! —————— One summer I went on a road trip to the South of France with A, her sister (i’ll call her Emily), brother and father. Now Emily was blessed with the same wonderfully weak bladder as A. On her first day in college I happened to be round at their house when she was on her way home. I was sitting in the lounge when someone started banging loudly on the door. I got up to answer it and I could hear Emily through the door whimpering and moaning “Shit, shit no” and “come on please come on” I opened the door and she was crouching there on the door step, brown hair swaying around her freckled face, hazel eyes wide open in desperation. She had on a grey pleated skirt and a white blouse and was grinding herself down on to her heel while grabbing at her crotch with her hands. I could see wet patches all over her skirt and her legs were glistening with pee. “Oh thank fuck” she whimpered but didnt get up immediately “Can you open the bathroom door for me? I need a wee so so bad” her voice was shaking and she seemed on the verge of a breakdown. “If I stand up i’ll wet myself”. I looked down at her shaking desperate, wet form grinding on the doorstep and nodded mutely “Oh god please hurry” she thrust her hands back into her crotch and a new dark patch emerged on the front of her skirt The bathroom was right next to the front door so I stepped back, opened the door wide so we could both see the toilet. “Ohhhhhhh god” she whimpered and started grinding into her heel with extra fervor. The glimpse of relief had clearly pushed her even further into frantic desperation. Evidently she decided that there wasn’t going to be a moment where she gained control more completely. “Fuck this” she said and pushed herself up off her heel. The instant she stood up and started to make a run for the toilet, pee exploded out of her. I could hear it hissing as it splashed into her panties and I could see it running in torrents down her legs. She dashed to the toilet and pulled up her skirt. Her white panties were completely soaked and I could see the outline of her pussy and a small patch of dark hair. Pee was pouring through her panties and on to the floor. She looked up and saw me staring “Close the door you pervert” she said with a cheeky smile, putting her hand to her crotch to try to hide what I had already seen. All this did was make pee pour around her fingers. Reluctantly, I closed the door. Whether I could have got away with keeping it open I don’t know but I thought about it a lot! When she finally came out, all she said was “not much made it in to the loo” as she bounced away upstairs. Anyway, that was the intro to Emily, a few months after that the road trip started!

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. :-)

Ok, so this is a fanfic of harry potter and in this story a few things have happened that don't in the actual story line, sirius had a son with Tonks in order of the pheonix, Grindlewald has a son as well who rises to power, and this all takes place in 2012 with the characters in this story in year six, and only small cameos from the characters from Jk Rowling, its been aa while since I read the books so this my Harry Potter terminology may be a little off as well as my british and so on, phrases however I hope you like it. Chapter one: Hogwarts Express I sat in the backseat of the red impala as it drove through the London streets, the only American car In the street, not that I was from America, my family was originally from France although we were from Australia and I had an Australian accent, however we had recently moved to Britain on account of my father’s business, and rather than continue on to my sixth year of school at Beauxbaton I was transferred to Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry. I felt butterflies flutter in my belly as I pulled the hem of my uniform skirt up past my mid-thigh and adjusted my knee socks. I was extremely nervous, as I was my first time at Beauxbaton and now I was forced to restart over again. I sat in the back in silence as my mother drove while my father fiddled with his smart phone. I jiggled my legs lightly as my bladder began to fill slightly, I had a weak bladder but I figured I could hold it till I got to Hogwarts hopefully. I rolled my birch wand between my fingers, the ashy wood felt odd against my smooth finger tips as I sensed the unicorn horn essence within, the conduit for my powers, it almost tingled eleven inches with polished wooden groove to hold. I held the wand between my index and middle finger and swished it around slightly as I stared at to the bleary world around me, morning’s fog still covering the streets. I wanted to smile, after all I was excited, however more than that I was anxious and I felt a twinge in my bladder as the anxiety gave me a odd sense of desperation. I hated to admit it, but I sorta liked the pain of a full bladder so I quickly switched the focus of my thoughts. I began to think of my old school, I was a great student, and especially excelled in defense against the dark arts. I was also one of the more popular when it came to boys, my curly blonde hair, my slender build with nearly perfect curves in the right places, a great face with beautiful blue eyes with gold bursting from around the pupils. Even my Melbourne accent seemed to attract guys with its seductive tone. I self-consciously unbuttoned one more button on my grey Hogwarts shirt, showing off a bit more of my cleavage to hopefully make a “good” impression among my peers. Normally as was more classy than that, however my nerves were corrupting my mind as I felt another twinge in my bladder and the awkward feeling in my abdomen from apprehension flutter again as we drew closer to king’s cross station. I shook my leg rapidly trying to shake the feeling of desperation as my bladder panged in my abdomen. Finally as we officially reached king’s cross station as we exited the car and head off towards platform 9 ¾ the feeling intensified. I got up rather awkwardly but struggled to regain my composure as my parents helped me with my things as we entered the station. Finally after fumbling through the crowded train station I saw the pillar bearing the sings, platform 9 and platform ten, I gripped the handle on my cart and turned to my parents. “Good-bye.” I spoke softly, the nerves getting the best of me. I mustered a smile but I felt like I was going to puke. “Good-bye sweetheart.” My father said affectionately. “I’ll have a surprise for you this Christmas, and another surprise for you this upcoming week while you’re at Hogwarts.” He smiled and embraced me in a suffocating hug. “Good-bye.” My mom managed teary eyed like she did every year before seeing me off. She kissed me on my forehead and I turned to face the pillar. I took a deep breath and my stomach started to do flips as I charged forward and passed straight through the pillar, I felt my whole body tingle and my bladder pulse again. I looked around gleefully as I entered the platform nine and three quarters and approached the scarlet train amongst the crowd of children and boarded the Hogwarts express. It was a bit of a step back from the magical carriages of Beauxbaton but none-the-less I was excited. To start school, to learn new spells, to meet new friends, even to see how long I could go without using the bathroom. I shuffled aboard the train and set my bags in the appropriate apartment before walking down the train to find somewhere to sit, I finally settled for one with three other kids already filling the seats. “Mind if I sit here?” I asked the group awkwardly. “Go ahead,” a muscular kid said eagerly. He was cute and had the sweetest hazel yes I ever saw, he had light brown hair and wore Slytherin robes on and a sly smile on his lips. I sat next to him and faced the other two, one was a boy also donning the silver and green robes. about my age with Jet black hair and, peculiar violet yes, an athletic build and half smirk on his face. The other was obviously his girlfriend judging on how he affectionately had his arm wrapped around her slender back, she had dark brown hair and was tall with killer legs and a pretty face, a great bust and deep brown eyes. I felt a pang of envy towards her but brushed it off. She bore the signature Ravenclaw robes. “My name is Isaiah Anderson.” The boy who first welcomed me into the compartment offered out his hand to me. I shook it cautiously, I heard about students from Slytherin’s reputation for being vain and cold, but the two boys seemed friendly enough, but then again I revealed enough of my cleavage my red bra peeked out slightly. “I’m Leah Patton, and this is James Black.” The girl said sweetly also offering her hand out which I shook gratefully. I already felt welcome. “I’m Isabella Bladin.” I said with slight confidence. “I just transferred to Hogwarts from Beauxbaton and I’m crazy nervous.” I muttered flustered. “Well do you need to know anything about Hogwarts?” Isaiah offered sweetly. “Not really… well I spent most of my time reading Hogwarts: a history and such, so I know a lot already, the moving staircases, the ghosts that roam the halls, the four houses and a lot of other things, although it probably won’t keep me from getting lost.” I giggled. “We can help with that.” James offered kindly. “But there is something you should know about us first.” James said solemnly. “Should we tell her?” Isaiah asked, sounding a little nervous. “She’s going to find out eventually, anyway we are already wizards, its not that weird that… Isabelle,” he started. “Isabella.” I corrected playfully. “Isabella.” He said with a hint of sarcasm. “I’m a metamorphmagus, able to shift my entire appearance crazy enough, Isaiah is a parstletongue. And Leah is a werewolf.” He said calmly. “Uh… I…” I stuttered, I had no idea what to say to that. I wasn’t weird-ed out, if anything I felt disappointed, in myself for not being as special as them so I just nodded and smiled awkwardly. “You think we’re weird don’t you?” Isaiah complained. I shook my head. “Quite the opposite actually, I’m insanely jealous, I’d rather have any one of the abilities than be a normal witch.” I said with faux putting to get my pint across. “Trust me, being a werewolf is nothing great.” Leah said softly. “I figure it wouldn’t be.” I spoke with a hint of sympathy. “Anyway, did you hear, that they are bringing back dementors on Hogwarts?” Isaiah asked. “What?” I asked meekly hoping I heard wrong, I was terrified of dementors, especially since I hadn’t managed to ever preform a patronus charm. “Yeah, it’s because of the son of Gellert Grindlewald has risen to power, some say he is as powerful as his father in his youth, maybe even more powerful, the next ‘he-who-must-not-be-named. They say he’s searching for the Elder Wand.” “Grindlewald had a son?” I asked skeptically. “I never heard of that.” “He never took care of his son, it was with a courtesan, pure accident, not that the accident hadn’t caused him to inherit his father’s evil, and the sense of abandonment doesn’t help. He may have even inherited his father’s secret of invisibility.” James said bitterly. “What’s his name? How old is he.” I asked. “that’s the thing, Grindlewald had been imprisoned for a long time, but his son is only twenty-seven at the most, and his name is Albus, although he goes by Grindlewald alone.” Leah said softly. “Wow,” I said, although I was more worried than in awe. “So… Why would he come to Hogwarts, other than to massacre a bunch of under-age wizards.” I said frightened. “supposedly Harry Potter hid the wand somewhere in Hogwarts.” James said solemnly as he stared out the window as the scenery passed and for the first time I realized the train had left the station, and suddenly I felt the pain return to my bladder and I jiggled my leg slightly. “I’m kind of getting tired of all the chosen one stuff. I mean I get he saved a lot of lives, but there has to be other heroes out there.” I muttered almost harshly. “I know what you mean, it’s been ages since Harry ‘saved the world’ but everyone still acts like it was just yesterday.” Isaiah stated. “He’s my Godfather.” James said bluntly and before I could continue he spoke again. “And even I get tired of hearing about it all, so does he.” He smirked as he saw the expression on my face. “James is a bit of a jerk sometimes.” Leah teased as he hit him in the arm playfully. “Don’t take him so seriously all the time.” “Thanks for the advice.” I laughed, as I noticed James eyes turned bright yellow. I realized his metamorphmagus ability gave him “mood eyes” Trolley, anything off the trolley?” A lady asked as she drove by with a cart of candy and such. “Licorice wands, and chocolate frogs.” I called and purchased them, “Every flavored beans.” Isaiah called. “drooble’s best blowing gum.” Leah called. “Fizzing whizzbees, cauldron cakes and four pumpkin juices.” James ordered. We all paid and received our magical sweets as she left. James handed us each a vial of pumpkin juice. I chewed on my licorice wand slowly, savoring its taste. I watched as Leah blue a large blue bubble that would stay floating in mid-air for the rest of the train ride, and James begin to levitate for a short time as he took a bite out of the large sherbet ball. I giggled and we all alguhed as we had our fun with our candies. “Gross.” Isaiah gagged as he spit out a jelly bean. “Vomit flavor.” He explained. “Volo.” James said flicking his silvery wand at the jelly bean, and it slowly dissolved away. “What’s your wand made of?” I asked surprised. I never saw one like that, it was made of metal and still looked like it was plucked from a tree branch. “wormwood,” he said. His eyes changed a shadowy color. “it’s the rarest object in the world, wormwood is indestructible, doesn’t need a core and all the spells it casts are untraceable. This wand honestly chooses its wizard, it appears on top of a wizard or witch while they sleep, and they are bound together forever, unfortunately it typically chooses a dark wizard, and a wand like this only appears every hundred years or so.” He said solemnly. “Oh.” I muttered dumbly. He nodded. Suddenly the train stopped and I felt the pumpkin juice begin to fill more of my bladder. I kept forgetting about me damn bladder! Hard to believe I could as it felt like it was stabbing my lower abdomen, I started douncing my legs up and down. “I’m going to the loo.” I muttered as I stood up and tried to open the door only to find it sealed shut. “The dementors are coming.” Leah realized. I sat down and started to bounce my legs wildly. I reached back and pulled my thong into a wedgie in an attempt to help hold back the flow of urine. I felt the flow rushing to burst through the urethra. I hated the desperation for once. “Does anyone know the patronus charm?” I asked. “I do.” Leah said as she drew her ebony wand. James drew his but remained silent, I felt Isaiah draw me closer and traded me seats, kindly keeping me further away from the door. I felt the dementors presence before I saw it. Everything became unbelievably cold, and frost covered the windows, I saw my breath billow before me as I shivered and my bladder panged once again. I squished myself against the wall as I saw Leah prepared to cast a spell. The not knowing was the worst part, as I felt my bladder start to weaken. A bit of urine quickly soaked my thong, and I fought the urge to keep peeing. As the dementors presumably got closer the compartment got colder still. Finally the frost on the window got so thick it was practically pure ice rather than glass. I felt urine dribble from my crotch ever so slowly, it trickled along my thighs and dripped onto the chair and the butt of my skirt, slowly dampening it, it was just barely moist. Then the dementor appeared. His head loomed just outside of the door and my fear peaked. I felt to emotions fill my soul, terror and deep, deep sorrow. I faced James but his eyes were pitch black and he looked woozy, I felt woozy as the door creaked open. I felt myself grow faint as my heart conflicted my weakness as it began to race in a panic and my bladder burst. Urine flooded into my thong and splattered around the seat, thoroughly soaking my mini-skirt and racing along my thighs for a small portion. My eyes went wide as the dementor floated in the compartment, causing more urine to burst out. The puddle filled the entire seat causing Isaiah to first jump forward, practically into the dementor before he fell back to the ground in fright. The urine just raced from my crotch as time seemed to stand still, the hot pee gushing into the bottom of my mini-skirt, a small stream trickling along my thighs before I saw leah leap to her feet. I shut my eyes and heard her scream the patronus charm. My eye lids went orange and I realized it had to work, after a moment everything became warm again and I opened my eyes to the group. Fear was replaced with mortification and tears brimmed among my eyes. I charged out of the compartment, urine dripping from my skirt as I ran to the loo. I stepped inside and locked the door as I sat on the toilet. I began to sob loudly for what seemed like forever. My nose began to run and my throat hurt. Finally I heard Leah’s voice say “Alohomora.” Before the door opened and she approached me. “Come on,” She offered her hand out. “James cleaned the seat, so let’s go back, it’s alright, you were scared.” She said kindly and I followed her still sniffing as my breathing was loud and shaky. She led me to the compartment that still stank of ammonia where James stood with his wand out. “turn around.” Leah instructed. I turned around obediently as I wiped tears from my eyes. “Sicitas.” James uttered, and I felt the urine dry from my clothing. “Thank you.” I sobbed softly as I leaned against the window and just fell asleep.

Hi wet friends! after a period of silence here we are to tell a little 'accidents, adventures and experiments made by me and my girlfriend during a week's vacation at sea. Already during the outward journey (more than 5 hours by bus!) we had to pee and neither of us wanted to use the horrible bathroom of the bus, sometimes we both checked the situation by touching each other's crotch or discreetly putting a hand in each other's pants. Halfway through the trip Miriam's panties were no longer so dry, she wasn't wearing any protection and they were pleasantly scented with pee, while as for me I got a little wet in the effort to pull my backpack down from the bus hat rack. When we got home with our panties quite wet we were so tired and after smelling (and tasting) each other's briefs we took a shower together peeing on each other before turning on the water. As soon as we started unpacking I discovered that Miriam had given me a surprise: while I was helping her unpack I noticed something soft and bulky and after opening the compartment I discovered it was a pack of diapers! Neither of us had ever really tried a diaper, we had always used tampons, panty liners or just toilet paper in our "creative pee-pee"; seeing that package excited me so much and Miriam smiled at me. we were both tired and decided to use them the next day. The next day, while we were in the bathroom (when we can we always go to the bathroom together, neither of us is ashamed of anything anymore) and we were getting ready to go to the beach, after Miriam had peed in the toilet, I sat down and peed, while I was getting up I hit my head on a piece of furniture and Miriam burst out laughing and immediately put her hand between her legs and said: "I peed myself laughing even though my bladder was theoretically empty", of course I immediately went to check and the costume in that area was quite wet, after tasting her pee I hugged my sweet Miriam laughing. Later, while we were walking to the sea I decided to pee my pants a little at a time and I arrived at the beach with my costume pretty wet hahahah and of course Miriam was happy to find out what I had done! The next day, after we had breakfast and after we put on our swimsuits for the beach Miriam looks at me and says "I have to pee, but I want to do it in the backyard"; at that point we went outside, Miriam went to a corner of the yard where there was a small drain, she squatted down, moved her bathing suit uncovering her hairy pussy and started to pee, once she was done she dried herself with a handkerchief and stood up again (her pussy smelled really good) and I was so excited! (find the video at the bottom) The same evening we decided to finally try the diapers, we put them on and miriam super cute with her soft diaper on, she looked at me and said "can I pee?", I agreed and she squatted down starting to fill her diaper with warm pee, when she was done I touched her crotch and it was warm, the diaper had become heavy, I was amazed to stick my hand in the diaper and find it practically dry, I think that's an indication of quality! Now it was my turn: I put on a diaper but I couldn't pee since the friend between my legs was hard, I tried to concentrate and I bent down almost to squat and finally managed to make a splash of pee but it dripped partially down my leg since the diaper wasn't tight because of the erection. So I ran into the shower and with a little concentration I was able to fill my diaper with pee (I peed more than Miriam), then we swapped diapers and enjoyed each other's pee. Over the next few days we enjoyed more pissing and wetting experiences , it was just a happy wet vacation We hope you enjoyed our wet adventures and we hope you enjoy the video! We are not yet equipped to make custom videos but in the future we think we will make some so feel free to write here or in private for any requests and advice Bye from Andrea and Miriam outside-pee .mp4

The other night, I was sitting comfortably in my bed drinking juice and watching a movie on Netflix. It was a really long movie, about three whole hours. I already sort of needed to pee at the beginning of the movie but ignored it as I didn't think it would cause any trouble. Half way through the movie, I realized I drank far too much. My bladder was starting full up and my crotch would tickle just enough to make me squirm. When the movie ended, I couldn't take it anymore. As soon as the credits started rolling I exited the screen. When I lifted my covers to get out of my bed and go to the bathroom, I couldn't move. I felt like I was going to wet myself that very second. I held on as much as I could with my legs crossed and my hands tight on my crotch. I let out a moan by accident and I leaked a little spot in my undies. I was so shocked, I whispered "noooooo" and hoped no one was going to pass by my bedroom. I kept telling myself "you don't need to go, you can hold a bit longer." But at that time, I could feel the end of my bladder pushing down and it made me leak slowly and I blushed from embarrassment. The little spot turned into a big one, and my little pj shorts got all wet. I coudn't stop myself, I made a puddle right on my bed. I just sat there holding with my legs open shaking just to take a video of my accident. Warning, lots of moaning, sorry if I sound ridiculous Babe Wets Her Bed.mp4