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This was part of my four wettings in one day. The last one ending with me standing in my puddle.

Someone on tumblr got me to Jessica Hull. She wet herself on separate occasions: same race, slightly different quality other race: (and the one in burgundy did, too) yet another race: (harder to see) this time she seems to be damp at most but the runner up in red wet her panties: are there more female runners that you know of? EDIT: found another one of Hull:

I laid in bed, wearing a tight little shirt, no under clothes, and some leggings that were soft and velvety to the touch. I had been slowly leaking, just enough to get only my pants wet. I kept touching myself, petting the soft, warm, wet fabric. My crotch, my bottom, my thighs, all the way down to my knees, were nice and wet. I was halfway under the blankets, so every time I squirmed around in bed to change positions so that I would wet them evenly, the wonderful smell of piss would drift up. My wetting my leggings while in bed was so good that I didn't get any piss the bed at all. Then suddenly the desperate urges hit. Hard. I could squeeze my pelvic muscles, I could hold myself tightly between my legs, press my thighs together, feel the sensations of nearly cumming, enjoy the strong pulses... For about three minutes. With every little leak, more and more piss escaped in larger bursts. The need for sexual release was intense right along with the need for emptying my bladder. I knew this type, full bladder masturbating would cause greater rushes of piss. So I put my favorite piss blanket underneath my bottom and began touching myself, inside my pants, stroking my wet lips, fingering deep and hard inside, piss escaping with every curled finger reaching inside my. It was so easy to cum, but so hard to resist releasing all of my piss underneath me. I began writhing around even harder, the post orgasmic pleasure and the desperation pleasure pulsing deep inside me. I began arching my back, curling up into a tight ball. Continuing to breath heavily and moan softly. I let one more small stream flow. Barely able to stop myself from pissing everywhere in my bed. I knew that when the next wave slammed me from the inside, it would be a long, hot gushing flood. One last tight, spine tingling spasm came over me, stinging the hell out of me so pleasurably. Then I quickly sat up, barely able to hold my piss, gravity working against me. I almost fully ran to the bathroom. I knew better than to even try to pull my already wet pissy pants down. My hands didn't even touch my waistband. I sat right down on the toilet, leggings pulled all the way up, and pissed through them. It felt so good that as I squeezed off the flow, which was way more difficult than it usually is, I debated on what was to come next. The sound of pissing through leggings into the toilet was a different kind of sound. I sat there, wet and drippy bottom, for a moment. Then stood up and felt my wet bottom, my wet crotch, my hot, velvety soft material clinging to me. Then I went back to the toilet, facing the wall, straddled it, my pissy pants pulled up, and sat there leaning forward and pissed the rest of it out. Afterwards I just stood there feeling the relaxing after affects, the piss dripping farther and farther down the material of my leggings, touching my wet self all over. Finally I change into dry leggings and go back to bed. I knew the potential for more piss to make an appearance, and I wanted to feel the new warm small dribbles. A few little leaks escaped as my body twitced a bit. Everything began to relax even more. I fell asleep, my damp blanket and my skin still smelling of piss.

Hey everyone! I’ve been super sick lately and haven’t felt like doing much, so here’s a video of me peeing through my pajama pants because I didn’t feel like taking them off. IMG_0742.MOV

The holiday season seems too give people a little extra boost in both mind and body. In my case A reason too cook and wet. My roommate is gone for the evening and I have the house too my self so I took the chance too indulge in some wettings three in all and I’ve been continuing my way around the kitchen as I’m doing so. Gotta love the season.

Yesterday I had some fun with the omo discord and thought to share my experience here too. Well, I had planned a holding session the day before, so when the time came everyone knew the general plan. I would fill up at home, when I was arround a 6/10 I would go out to the mall, do some chores, buy a grande tea at Starbucks and hopefully make it home. I had drunk 670ml of water and a can of coke when I reached my desired desperation feeling. Then I asked the people what to wear to go out and they decided on baby blue bikiny panties and sporty pants with an elastic that dug into my bladder. Dressed I headed to the mall, feeling the cold and the wind that did no favors to my bladder whatsoever, and made me want to go even more. The mall was very crowded, but with a goal in mind I managed to get my first ittem with only minimal struggling in the line to pay. The problem began to show itself when I went for my second item, every step I took jolted my full bladder, and because it was crowded I had to do some serious side-stepping and dodging. I felt squirmy, and my need to pee was at the forefront of my mind, making me do a discrete pee dance going from foot to foot at times and in the queue to pay for my final item. Next step was getting the tea, as I would have to drink it before I was allowed to let go. I visited the mall Starbucks but the line was too long and was as crowded as the mall, so I decided to go to another one near my house, with the hopes of it being less crowded. In the way cold air hit me again putting the cherry on top when going down some stairs really made me struggle to hold it in, as gravity pushed the litre of pee that I had inside against my pee hole. Every step down was a fight to regain control. And all I could feel was my bulging bladder pushing against the elastic of the pants. Finally got my tea and headed home having surprisingly managed not to leak in the process. Home alone I took of my hellish pants, and decided to do the rest of the hold on just my panties. I laid down and drank my 500ml of tea slowly and crossing my legs as hard as I could, after all I was arround an 8/10 by then and twitching quite a lot in an effort not to pee myself right there. After the tea my nice discord helpers decided to give me some challenges, like running hot water over my hands, making me stay still and opening my legs, or filling a glass of water and after drinking it, and so on. Finally totaling all my liquids consumed to 2L! By then I was on the verge at arround a 9/10, getting little tremors and shocks in my bladder that took long to recover from, so I took the hold to the bathroom. I was made to sit in the toilet, get up and flush and then get up and put my arms over my head reaching as far as I could. This last challenge almost broke me, I only lasted about thirsty seconds before I felt my bladder protesting loudly and ready to explode as gravity pushed all the pee down. I sat in the toilet knowing full well the next time I got up would be to remove my soaked panties. At that point I was at the end of my rope, I was begging to the chat to be let to pee, but I only got negatives as my legs trembled and my bladder suffered shock after shock. I could barely type coherently as I trembled and struggled for control. Arround five minutes later I was finally allowed to let go, mere seconds before I lost control myself. I didn't wait even a second after reading those heavenly words before pee was shooting out of my urethra with incredible force, and giving in into the relief it brought soaking my panties nearly entirely. I was peeing over a minute and after sent my soaked panties to the discord chat as a thank you. What a great time!

(I'm sitting on the bathroom on the tile because I am still soaked, and I mean Almost Every inch of my leggings!) Four in one evening. Round one, warming up the musxles. The first hold was kind of the starter because I woke up with the need to pee. I still kind of had my cold and was dribbling in my panties with every cough, so I was like, Okay let's do the thing. I drank the last half of my juice, and went downstairs to fill it back up with more soon after. This time I drank water and juice and tea slowly. I like this because it makes the pulsing urge to pee come on gradually, along with the overall fullness that is constant. At this point I put on one of my diapers. The sudden pulses and the legs crossed squeezes and the muscle contractions, along with omo getting me sexually aroused, makes me want to come so badly that just by shifting around on my bed and doing the kegels is enough to give me an orgasm. This is was what I was going for. After the amazing pleasure of coming while having a full bladder, I usually go to pee, the relief being another great pleasure. But I didn't do that. Instead I just release some pee to take the pressure off. I have strong muscles so it's not easy to really have a true accident. It was ok because after the small leaks I decided to keep the game going. Round two, overflow. I drank the rest of my second bottle of juice and chugged a bunch of cold coffee. Kind of a refill. I put on a pair of blue jeans that were just a bit too small. They were even more right around my pee bulged belly, squeezing my bladder even more. I wanted so badly to just have a real accident, to soak my jeans, to moan and hold myself and think, "oh god I'm going to wet my jeans!" Instead I paced around, hoping that my liquid refill would help me need to pee again soon. Since I had already did one hold, the urgency came back pretty quickly. There I was pacing, moaning, holding my crotch. My legs were shaking, my tummy was tingling, my breathing was fast. I couldn't stay in one place. I was sitting on my leather chair, straddling a footstool, kneeling on the floor. The wet patch of pee between my legs growing steadily. Now it was harder to stop those little bursts of pee that come with the bladder contracting. I would sit down so that when I did have the urge, it wouldn't come out, and then quickly stand up so that I didn't have time to squeeze it back. My bursts of pee were getting bigger now, and it was getting harder to stop the flow of pee. The warmth was too tempting to ignore. I wasn't wearing a diaper this time. I needed to feel the hot and wet patch growing. So I drank more liquid. Only water, but. It worked because I had to stand up and walk across the room, which meant that gravity and a weakened bladder made my jeans even more wet as I crossed the room, and just drinking cold water made me pee more. I was crossing my legs, leaning forward, holding my wet crotch, peeing some as I drank some. I paced some more, dribbling and moaning. Then I couldn't take it, I really really wanted to wet these jeans I was wearing. I haven't completely soaked a pair of jeans in a long time. I thought about letting loose, standing in the shower, listening to the hiss and the patter of it dripping down, wetting my cute little feet. But I also like feeling the conflict of losing control and keeping it. So I waited until the next big squeezing of my bladder screaming at me to let go, and stood up, gripped my soaked crotch, and let go. But. It was just slow and steady enough that so far my pee was only drenching my jeans. The wet patch of pee growing around my front, my bottom, down my legs. There were a few splashes on the carpet. I was about to panic. So I went I to the bathroom and let out more. The hot streams and the relief was so good that I relaxed completely, let all flow, watching as my jeans were too wet to contain all of my pee, watching as the puddle grew and grew, pooling around my feet. It felt like I was done. No more pee escaped as I stood there, so very wet, totally relaxed, so I began the dreaded cleanup. But there was another plan I wanted to try. I had a few beers in the fridge. I wanted to be a bit buzzed while I went for round three. I drank four beers in a relatively short amount of time for another bladder refill. Round three, waterfall. As I paced around, trying to decide what else I could do, I was almost to the point of a real accident this time from holding. And having done it twice already in the same afternoon made it so much harder to keep myself from wetting, and made the process of waiting for the pee accident so much shorter. I'm not into being seen wetting, but I wanted to go out and have an accident, so since it was dark outside, I decided to take a walk. I put on my black leggings, (and an oversized black hoodie because it's like 38 degrees out) some shoes that I didn't mind getting wet, and went outside for a nighttime walk. I was so excited that I was already peeing before I got outside. It was an amazing experience because even though I was trying so hard to hold it, pee was flowing with every footstep. This was what I wanted. To not be able to to control my bladder at all. I made it outside just in time. I still was trying to hold it. The darkness and the black leggings made it so much more enjoyable because I didn't have to think about anything else. The cold weather was also something interesting because I could feel the warmth running slowly down my legs, and also the coldness of the air making the wetness cool down. After a while I couldn't really tell when I was peeing and when I was managing to hold it in. Power walking because it was cold, because of my excitement, and because of the urgency all blended into one another, I was moaning almost constantly now. Two moans for the "oh my God I'm gonna pee and I can't hold it" and one for the " oh god wetting myself feels so good" eventually I started to slowly pee more with each step. Until I was just about peeing nonstop. My damp shoes were getting very wet. I was leaving splashy little drips behind me. Every time there was a streetlight I would stop and look at how wet and shiny my leggings were. And every time a car went by I would stop and look at the person driving and push out a burst of pee. I had so much pee, I was wondering if I would ever stop. By then it was gushing in such large bursts that I tought "this is the big one. I'm going to completely empty my bladder" but then I was able to squeeze my muscles enough to stop the flow completely. Which feels amazing, because it is the same feeling of being close to coming. That turned me on even more, and the satisfying feeling of wetting my pants, the hot and cold, the feelings of being naughty, all made me even more aroused. I was walking slower now, relaxing my bladder muscles so much that I was fully peeing now, reveling in it. I peed so much that I could finally relax like normal and not have any more leaking. This was what else I wanted because that meant that I could now wait a few more minutes and then force the rest out. By now my leggings were completely soaked except for a little line down the outer length of each leg. and my shoes were squishing with every step. My nighttime wet walk lasted at least 45 minutes. There's this almost hollow feeling in my tummy when my bulgingly full bladder finally empties. It's relaxing in such an indescribable way, almost like post-climax relaxing. That's how I felt as I walked back home, along with the the satisfaction of the incredible wetting. Round four. Good to the last drips. (In the middle of writing this I had to pee even more, so I ended up sitting in the bathtub, my knees pulled up, my feet against my wet bottom, still wearing my shiny soaked leggings, and letting loose each small wave of pee whenever the tingly feeling hit me)

Ugh! Made it home but got too into my TV show and rewet my jeans and boots!

View File I got new panties today I got a new pack of panties today! join me in a series of videos where we see how they look when wet! here’s video 1 out of the series! Submitter PMDP Submitted 11/29/2019 Category Peeing