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  1. 316 downloads

    A guy pees on a girl while she's still desperate in jeans. The penis is NOT shown. I wonder how it felt for your pants to be peed on with a full bladder! From this twitter thread: Special thanks to @omovolker for finding this video.
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  2. Got this new Vfl Wolfsburg soccer kit and of course I had to break it in properly before pic after pics and of course the video! IMG_4494.MOV
  3. From the album: Vander (VTuber)

    femboy vtuber who doesnt know which bathroom to use >~<
  4. Afer having several drinks I wet my cute thong panties leaving a sizable puddle on the floor. My panties and feet are totally soaked. My legs are wet to the touch. It felt so good to let it go all over the floor. 20220604_012556.mp4
  5. The Fire Moon’s performer’s accident This story is based on the characters made by Behavior from Dead by Daylight. In no way all the characters mine and are just being used to make a fanfic. The story only is mine own idea . Ji-Woon Hak or better known as Trickster amongst his fans was on his tour bus on the way to the Fire Moon Festival to deliver an unforgettable performance. Ji-Woon was sitting at the diner table with his slim legs crossed knee over knee while he painted his nails black for the Fire Moon Festival performance. He was just finishing his last coat of nail polish, as he felt the bus come to a sudden stop. Ji-Woon looked out the window to see that traffic all around them have also stopped. Yun-Jin, the Trickster manger, came out from the passenger seat to where Ji-won sat. She stopped for a minute and looked at the red dyed hair singer and sighed, she hated to tell him anything that might disappoint him and his fans. “Looks like there was an accident ahead of us so we will be stuck here for a while. We will try to get to the Festival on time, but just in case be ready” Ji-Woon rolled his eyes, he hated to disappoint his fans or do anything to not hear them chant his name. “We better get there, I can’t disappoint the fans, Yun-Jin” “I know, we will try our best but we can’t control the traffic, so just in case, be ready” Ji-Woon hated this but know she was right, the can’t control traffic. Ji-Woon uncrossed his legs and went into the bus changing room to get ready for his performance. Ji-Woon undressed till he was just in his blue briefs. He stood in front of the mirror in his dressing room and looked at his bare petite body, imaging the audience chanting his name. 10 minutes later he snapped out of it and reentered reality. Ji-Woon smiled at the thought of his day dream and went to get dressed for the night’s performance. Ji-Woon opened his closet and pulled out his Fire Moon Performer outfit; Grey joggers with red belt with white marking around his torso, a black crop top with white markings down his chest, a blue clock with the fire moon on its back and shoulders held on with two chains draped across his smooth, masculine chest, a white head band around his red dyed hair, and red and blue sneakers with no socks. Ji-Woon then started to apply some make up, a blue and white stripe across his nose as well as some eyeliner. He added some glitter to the nose makeup and to complete the look Ji-Woon put on some jewelry. Three earrings in each ear that were small hops and a hanging one only in his right ear. With two rings on one hand and only one on the other. While Ji-Woon applied his make up he felt a slight tingle in his lower abdomen but Ji-Woon ignored it. He continued with his make up and when he was done Ji-Woon forgot all about his need to pee. Ji-Woon exited his dressing room all ready for the festival but looking out the window he saw they still were in traffic. Ji-Woon sighed and sat back down at the table, pulling out his phone. He scrolled though Facebook as he once again crossed his slim legs. Yun-Jin came out and smiled at The Trickster. “You look great and ready to give it your best, that’s good since as soon as we get to the festival we need to get on stage to make up for being late” 15 minutes later they pulled into the festival. The audience can be seen outside quietly waiting. Ji-Woon looked outside and couldn’t wait to have them start chanting his name. He stood up in a rush, not even uncrossing his legs first but still found his balance. When Ji-Woon quickly stood he felt a tingle in his lower abdomen once again reminding him of his need to pee. But once again he put it off so he can get out there and start hearing his beautiful name chanted amongst the crowd. Ji-Woon ran out of the bus and onto stage. “The Trickster is here!” The announcer announced. The crowd went wild as he jumped up on stage and took a bow. As he was bowing, once again he felt the tingle in his lower abdomen. This time he kinda noticed it and he got sightly worried for a second but quickly got caught back in the moment again, putting off his need, not wanting to disappoint his fans anymore. 30 minutes passed and Ji-Woon had officially won back the crowd. He sang song after song while dancing and doing tricks. Hi-Woon was really working to win any doubt the crowd may have so natural he sweated a lot so he also drank tons of water. Everything was going fine. That is till it was not. 40 minutes after the show has started he felt the tingle in his lower abdomen once again, and this time it was stronger. He almost doubled over it was so intense but he mange to get it under control, he couldn’t disappoint his fans again, but he was more carful with his dancing and tricks so he wouldn’t have to drink a lot of water. However, he was still signing his heart out so his mouth got dry which meant more water. Ji-Woon had it under control but after a few more minutes a huge wave of desperation hit him like a freight train, causing him to leak into his blue briefs. Ji-Woon eyes got big as he realized what just had happened to him. To afraid to look at his grey joggers he just kept performing hoping nothing showed. “Am I really going to stay here and wet myself on stage, I should just take a quick break, it’s not like this outfit would be hard to take off unlike some other outfits I have wore?” Ji-Woon thought. “No, I can’t leave, I must hold it” Ji-Woon kept performing but incorporated more leg crossing in his dance moves by twirling or just crossing them while standing still. Just as Ji-Woon thought he had his bladder under control he leaked again, soaking his blue briefs even more. His hart sank as he felt the leak and even though he was scared to look he couldn’t help but to look at his grey joggers. Ti his relief nothing showed on them and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. But was quickly overtaken by a need of desperation as Ji-Woon really had to pee now. Even though he was trying his best the feeling of his wet briefs made Ji-Woon leaked again, and was horrified to see a dime size wet spot on his grey joggers. Ji-Woon hoped no one had or would notice so he tried to cover the spot with his cloak and keep moving so it would be harder or even impossible to spot. But Ji-Woon was paranoid someone already had saw it. Ji-Woon now knew he wouldn’t make it and if he stayed on stage performing he would wet himself right there on stage in front of the whole audience and crew, including his manger, Yun-Jin. But he stayed as he knew he couldn’t let down his fans again, they would stop chanting his name for sure if he did, he just had to hold it. But that didn’t happen and leak after leak occurred and finally despite his best efforts Ji-Woon lost the battle. Hot pee poured effortlessly out of him with a loud hiss. He tried to stop it by grabbing himself and standing with cross legs but all that accomplished was soaking his hand. Pee soaked his blue briefs and grey joggers, soaking his red and white belt as well. Pee ran down both his legs and made obvious dark streaks down them. Pee ran into his red and blue shoes and pooled in them soaking his feet, the pee that didn’t go into his shoes soaked the outside of them darken the blue and red material and then pooling at his feet on the black stage. The Trickster was frozen in shock at what just happened and to make things worse his fear came true as the audience got quit and just watched in shock. Pee continued to pour out of Ji-Woon’s body and into his briefs and joggers. His blue briefs were now completely soaked and the grey joggers were so wet you could see Ji-Woon’s briefs outlined on them. Yun-Jin saw what was happening and quickly made her way on to stage. Wrapping a other cloak around Ji-Woon and standing in front of him but carful to avoid stepping in his huge pee puddle Yun-Jin spoke. “Due to an unforeseeable event we have to cut the Trickster performance shor…” Ji-Woon grabbed the microphone “Nothing will stop this performance, Yun-Jin” Yun-Jin looked at him with a serious but concerned look. “You just peed your pants you have to come back to the bus now, you can’t perform your best like that.” Ji-Woon didn’t want to stop the show but he also knew Yun-Jin was right, he couldn’t perform like this, let alone perform his best. Ji-Woon made his way off stage with his shoes make a squishing noise ever time he took a step and leaving a pee trail as he walked. Yun-Jin followed close behind laying the microphone on the backstage table as she walked by it. They made it to the bus and Ji-Woon made his way straight to the bathroom to shower. He took off his cloak and shirt and stood there thinking about what just happened. Thinking of how all his fans seeing hook wetting himself and how may of them recorded him peeing his pants. Not to mention the cameras for news outlets or the festival’s cameras. Eventually he took of his shoes and joggers, carefully not to get pee everywhere, seeing his blue briefs for the first time soaked. And they were just as they felt, absolutely soaked with pee. He then poured out the pee in his shoes into the sink and he was socked at how much pee poured out of them. Ji-Woon then got in the shower and took a nice warm, long shower. Outside Yun-Jin turned on the news to see a video of Ji-Woon peeing himself with the headline “local performer, The Trickster, wet himself on stage”. Yun-Jin turned it off “well, that was fast” she thought to herself and laid down on the couch waiting for Ji-Woon. Here is a picture of Ji-Woon in his Fire Moon performer outfit.
  6. Finally i peed my sweatpants again. They are still wet of my Friday morning wetting and this morning i soak them again they smells so good and i feel so cute
  7. After years of lurking on this great website, I finally got around to contributing something. The following is a translation of a German fanfiction I wrote, partly based on a true story. The first chapter is entirely wetlook, no omorashi yet, so feel free to skip if you're not into it. I hope to build it into a series, so I titled it "The Hannah Chronicles". Please enjoy and give me feedback, I'm still trying to find my style of writing. Prologue On a summer day's night, a friend and I were drinking and minding our own business at a moderately secluded spot. In the distance, we heard voices and music. Must be two girls. We didn't see anything because it was dark. Later on, there was some commotion, drunken screams and the like. We listened to decide whether they need anything. We concluded that one of them managed to throw her cellphone into the water and they were now arguing what to do about it. As they were clearly underage, I did not investigate further and let my mind continue the story. I never found out how the real story ended. All names and details are pure fiction, the fictional characters are in their twenties. Chapter 1: IP68 "And she actually meant that!", Hannah laughed. She and her friend Laura finally got around to meeting at their favourite drinking spot at a local basin, a secluded spot with an idyllic artificial pond and a place to sit, a metal storm drain directly above the water. The evening in July was getting late, it was getting dark but it was still much warmer than they expected. Hannah, an athletic young woman with short bleach blonde hair was regretting her decision to wear jeans and a white long sleeved top that day, but was okay with it in the evening. It was one of those evenings that were bound to last long. Laura, a petite woman with long brown hair enjoyed this evening with Hannah. She wore red capri pants and a black tank top. A fitting outfit for a summer's night. The two talked of this and that, their college experiences and more or less pleasant stories with men. For the later part of the evening, they brought a bottle of wine, as neither of them were excited about beer. Laura asked her friend how it's going with men lately. Hannah started to talk about her current love interest and wanted to show Laura a picture of him. Hannah tried to grab her phone in a swift motion and missed it. Accelerated by her hand, it slid across the storm drain and disappeared at the end of the platform, towards the pond. Splash. Hannah needed a few seconds to process what just happened. As she realized that her phone in fact just fell from the platform into the basin's inflow, she let out a scream. In the same moment, she jumped to her feet and panicked. Her phone was waterproof, which saved it from some accidents in the sink before, but now it was not just wet but gone. She ran around the fence and looked at the water surface. The water was unclear and it was dark, so she had no chance of seeing anything. Before she could asked, Laura gave her her phone with the flashlight turned on. As always, the two friends understood each other without words. Even with lighting, Hannah could not see anything apart from reflections, no indication of the water's ground to know the depth. She continued looking at the surface and was petrified. Laura tried thinking about ways to help her friend. "Hannah! Keep calm! Your phone's waterproof!", she tried to calm her. "Yeah, I know that! But it's gone! I can't see it anywhere!", Hannah responded while pacing around near the water. "I have to find out how deep the water is here", Hannah said to herself, while carefully lowering herself to the surface and putting her hand into the water. She couldn't care less about the seam of her longsleeved top getting wet. As her hand got deeper and deeper into the water and reached her elbow, she still couldn't feel anything apart from algae. She became even more nervous. "Well, how deep is it? I thought maybe half a meter [20 inches] or less", Laura commented, who slowly got infected by Hannahs panic. "Wait, I'll hold you. Lie down!", Laura commanded. Hannah followed on the spot and got on her stomach, Laura held on to her legs. This way, Hannah could get her arm into the water up until her armpit, but even this was not enough. As Hannah got her arm out of the water, she automatically held it away from her body to avoid getting more of herself wet. Although it was dark, Hannah's sun tanned skin was clearly visible through the now completely see-through sleeve of her top. "What do we do now?", Laura asked. The same moment, she had an idea. "Hannah, it's no use. You have to get in there!" Despite her panic, Hannah was surprised: "What? In there? But I don't have any bathing suit!". Laura answered briskly: "Yes, I know that. Do you have any better idea? Come on, it's warm and you can change when we get home." Hannah knew that her friend was right, although she did not like it. She looked down at herself. Her outfit was in no way suitable for swimming. She was concerned about her favourite pair of jeans and thought about undressing it. Underneath, she wore a pair of skimpy, gray panties. From washing them, she knew that they turn slightly transparent when wet. The jeans had to stay. Of course, she only wore a red bra under her white top which showed a bit too much for public, so she couldn't undress her top either. "Okay then. At least the shoes..." she told herself and undressed them to have at least them safe from the water. She forgot that she could also undress her socks, somehow. Laura was content, although she could not hide her pity for her friend. She helped her by holding her hand while they got back to the basin's shore. "At least the water isn't cold", Hannah commented while touching the surface with her toes in black socks, "or it would be even worse. Okay, go on". Laura slowly let her friend continue down into the water. Her foot was now completely underwater. She hesitated for a moment when the seam of her jeans touched the water. "I'm sorry", she said to her favourite jeans and continued submerging her leg. Deeper. Deeper. She got her leg up to the knee into the water and still couldn't feel ground. Then, finally, she felt something at the tip of her toes. "I can feel the ground!", Hannah exclaimed euphorically, until she realized that she got nearly all of her leg, just before her crotch, into the water. "Laura, pull me back up!", she told her friend. As Hannah left the water with help from her friend, Laura couldn't help but be amused about the sight. Hannah's right leg was completely dark blue, she could see it shining and dripping in the phone's flashlight. Her left leg was completely dry. Hannah looked down on herself and had to smile. For a short moment, she thought that the dripping wet pant leg did not only to look interesting, but the heavy and slightly clingy fabric did also feel interesting. "Okay, now I know how deep the water is. I can stand there with ease", Hannah explained. Luckily, she was rather tall with her 1.75m [5'7''] of height. That this meant that her jeans had to be completely submerged in the water did not limit her joy. She sat down at the steep shore and lowered her legs into the water. If the situation wasn't as problematic and did she not wear full-length jeans, this could very well be a nice day at the pool, she thought. She put her arms on the basin's bank and lifted her hips. Slowly, she let herself get deeper and deeper into the water. Her formerly dry pant leg was soaking as fast as the other. Hannah was happy about her arm muscles, as they allowed her to move in such a slow and controlled way. When she felt the ground, this time with both feet, she let loose. She did not expect the ground to give way. It was a layer of soft mud on top of the hard concrete underneath. When her feet dug into the mud, her crotch got into the water suddenly and unexpectedly. She let out a moan. It wasn't cold, but the sudden wetness between her legs was still a surprise. She now stood on the ground, although in a layer of mud, and the water level reached up to her belly. Her top was also drenched a bit and moved upwards. "Okay, I made it", Hannah said. Laura left her no time to rest: "Well? Can you feel it somewhere? Be careful not to step on it!". Hannah started right away to make careful movements in the mud. After a while of only feeling the mud's drag, she felt a hard, heavy object. She checked it with her toes. Was it a stone? No, she was certain: It was her phone! "Got it! There it is!", Hannah informed her friend. Laura was relieved: "Great! Now you just have to get it out of the water!". Hannah realized what this meant: She tried, but had no chance of grabbing the phone with her feet, even less with socks on. She tried to grab it with two feet while holding onto the bank. No chance. She didn't want to risk kicking the phone away unterwater and lose it again. She looked at her friend. "Laura. You have to get it." "What, me? But why?", Laura exclaimed. "Well think about it. Because I'm wearing a white top. And what happens to white clothes when they get wet? Why do you think I didn't want to take it off? Your clothes are much better suited!", Hannah answered. Although Laura understood her friend, she didn't think of her own outfit as bathing clothes. She thought about her red capri pants and black tank top. Surely, none of it would turn see-through. She tried to protest nonetheless. "B-But... I only just got them. And it's cold..." - "It's not cold! If I didn't have to find my phone, I would call it perfect bathing weather. Come on, please help me." - "Okay, okay", Laura resigned. She slowly walked up to the bank and looked down to her friend whose upper half was still outside of the water. Laura was shorter than Hannah, this moment reminded her of it. She also got out of her shoes and didn't wear socks. As her friend before, she sat on the bank and let her feet into the water. "Hannah's right, it really isn't cold", she thought to herself, almost happy about it. She slowly lowered herself further into the water. When her crotch touched the surface, she got back up. "Hannah, it's too deep", she said to her friend. Hannah answered: "Turn around, hold onto the bank. I'll catch you". Laura did just that, turned around and felt her friend's hands on her hips. For a brief moment, Hannah thought that Laura's wet pants somehow felt pretty nice and was surprised by this thought. "Okay, ready?" - "Ready!" Laura let herself down into the water once again, feeling her friend's hands guide her. When she finally felt the muddy ground under her feet, the water was reaching up to her boobs. She looked up at Hannah. "Thanks. Now, where's the thing now?", she asked. "There, I'll show you", Hannah said, while moving her foot to the phone's position and making Laura find her foot with hers. "Ah, I feel it. Oof. You really owe me, you know that?" - "Yeah, whatever you want. Please try it." Laura had to force herself. Although she was already almost completely submerged, she wanted to save at least most of her long brown hair. But now there was no turning back. She got down into the dark water and tried to feel for the phone. She was afraid to open her eyes underwater, but she wouldn't be able to see anything anyway, as it was pitch black underwater. After a while, she got back up. Hannah looked at her, expectingly: "Well? Did you get it?" She couldn't help but look at her friends wet black tank top. It glistened in the shine of Laura's phone's flashlight. Apart from the glistening, the outline of Laura's bra was also clearly visible, as the tank top clinged to her body like a second skin. Laura was surprised by her friends thorough stare. She answered: "No, I couldnt. You know that I can't open my eyes under water. And it's pitch black. No chance. You have to do it yourself, face it." Hannah wasn't happy with this answer. The whole ordeal took far too long already. "Laura, if we see anyone on our way home, you'll have to walk closely in front of me, okay?" - "Okay, yeah, got it. Don't think about it." - "Well okay". Hannah resigned. She fixated her foot on the phone one last time, got down into the water in one swift motion and grabbed her foot. She found it. Finally. She held onto it and got back up. With a triumphal "Yesssss", she held it into the air. The phone answered by happily showing the lock screen. Of course it still worked. Hannah quickly cleaned the mud off of it and only then became aware of her surroundings again. She looked down on her body. As expected, her red bra shone through the white top as if it did not exist. Only some air bubbles made one believe that this was in face completely drenched fabric. "It doesn't look too bad, actually", Hannah joked. She couldn't be mad about it now, she was euphoric to have her phone back. She looked at her friend who was also glad about it. There was no anger left about their wet clothes. "Now we should get out. Wait, I'll help you", Hannah said and helped Laura up. She pulled herself up onto the ground and turned around to help Hannah. Both now stood there dripping, exhausted, but happy. When Hannah looked to her friend, she noticed that Lauras red pants not only turned a darker shade of red and glistened, but also turned slightly transparent. "Hey Laura, nice panties!", she joked. Laura didn't let herself be teased, although she also noticed that her black underwear was clearly visible through her tight-fitting pants. "Come on, we have to celebrate!", Hannah said, and got back to their former spot. "Will we now open the bottle of wine at last?", Laura asked, and started their favourite music playlist on her phone. The two friends, still dripping wet, sat down on the storm drain and clinked their glasses. "Here's to IP68*!", both said. *IP68: A manufacturer's rating for (amongst others) phones, certifying the ability to withstand water immersion up to 1 meter (40 inches) and 30 minutes. Chapter 2: A hard day's night The evening continued. Although it was warm, the clothing of the two only dried slowly. None of them were particulary angry about it, as it was still warm enough and this was supported by their inner warmth, thanks to glass after glass of their favourite wine. Both were obviously tipsy. Hannah started to notice her bladder. She was always proud about her high bladder capacity and thus did not give a second thought to it, as she was immersed in their conversation. Some more time passed until her need was really starting to become big. Hannah interrupted her friend and, slightly slurry, told her "Wait, wait, give me a second. I'll be right back, I'm almost peeing my pants, haha", and tried to get up. The Bierbankeffekt* hit her instantly and put her back to the ground. Laura was amused by this, the wine had an effect on her also. "Yeah, I'll have to go too. Don't hurt yourself. And don't pee your pants, haha", she teased her friend. Hannah apparently sat down a bit too hard, as she felt something between her legs. "Oops! I guess I just let a squirt into my pants.", Hannah said, herself surprised by this explicit description. She looked at her friend who did not seem surprised by this. "Oh Hannah, you always overestimate your bladder. But wait, I'm slowly becoming desperate too now". Laura knew that her bladder was way smaller than her friend's. If her bladder told her that she had to go, she could not wait for another hour like her friend. She last used the toilet before their meeting, but that was some hours ago already. Hannah always had fun by teasing her friend with her small bladder and tried to get her sidetracked by continuing the conversation, despite her own need. This time it didn't take too long for Laura and her bladder to report themselves again. "Okay, okay, now I really have to go. I can already feel it coming. I'm nearly peeing my pants", she said, half joking, half realizing that this was no exaggeration. She tried to get up and failed in the same way as her friend. Hannah laughed about this and repeated her friend's words: "Don't let it go into your pants. Or just pee your pants, they're already wet anyway". Hannah didn't know why she said that. Laura felt a big spurt in her pants and a warmth between her legs. She could stop it. "It's not funny, Hannah. I actually peed my pants a little. I can't hold it much longer.", she said, trying to appear angry, but she was far too happy overall. Hannah felt the same: "Yes, it is funny. I now have spurted in my pants three times already. I'm thinking about giving up and just letting it go." Laura was surprised about her friend's words: "Letting it go, what do you mean? Are you peeing your pants deliberately now?". She was getting increasingly irritated as she lost another spurt and only managed to regain control after a second. "No one's talking about deliberately, it's not like I have much choice. I'm just going to relax now and... aah", Hannah moaned. Laura was surprised by this and looked between her friend's legs. Her crotch actually turned slightly darker and started glistening again. Hannah was euphoric: "it's... finally... I had to go sooo bad... It's going and going", she couldn't say a whole sentence from her relief. Both of them heard the water splatter underneath them, as Hannah's pee flowed out of her jeans, through the storm drain, directly into the water below. This was too much for Laura, she knew there would be no escape now. "But you can't... Oh dear, I'm... aah... Now I'm going too. I'm peeing in my pants!" she said, half to herself. Hannah was happy for her friend's relief and, after an eternity, was finally empty. "Now, isn't this better?", Hannah asked her friend. Laura had to agree: "I... well yeah... it is, but... But my pants were already wet, so..." - Hannah interrupted her: "-and now they're a bit wetter, exactly!'. The excitement was over quickly, the two girls got back to their wine glasses and continued their stories as if nothing happened. Even later, the girls got tired. Hannah yawned: "I think we should get going, right?" Laura agreed, it was time. Sadly, neither of them were particularly sober and thus again had problems getting up and packing up. To make things worse, both of their bladders made themselves known again. "Hannah, I think I have to go yet again. If the seal's broken, right?", Laura laughed and Hannah agreed: "Yeah, me too, me too. But we should be able to make it home, right?" It wasn't a question. What else should they do, so they got going. They had about half an hour of rural roads ahead of them. That is, half an hour when sober. In their current states, it's more likely to take an hour. At the middle of their journey home, Laura started to take increasingly smaller steps. She had to go. She was starting to realize that she wouldn't make it home if they continued so slowly. Laura slurred: "Oof, I think this is going to be close. Oh well-" Hannah looked at her friend who quickly squatted. "Laura! Are you peeing there now? But you're still wearing your pants!", Hannah asked surprisedly. Laura answered: "Well it doesn't matter anymore, does it? My pants got wet twice today and I don't want to hold it anymore". After a few seconds, Hannah could see a dark spot appear between her friend's legs, where her black underwear started to shine through again. She also saw a steady stream pattering on the ground, seemingly uninterrupted by Laura's black panties and red pants. "It's good that you squatted down. Your pants were too dry, you can clearly see a dark wet spot there.", Hannah informed her, curiously watching her friend pee. She also noticed her own bladder, but she knew that she could get home more or less dry. When Laura was finished, they continued their way. After an eternity, they reached their homes and separated. Hannah was now fully aware of her bladder and also started to feel very tired all of a sudden. "Bye, take care! Write you tomorrow", Laura said, before she continued her way home. After Hannah reached home, her first stop was the bathroom. She immediately got in there, sat down and relaxed. "Finally", she thought. But something felt wrong. Awakened from her half-asleep state, she realized what happened as she looked down on herself. She completely forgot to pull down her jeans or underwear. She quickly stopped. This accident could only be caused by her half-deliberate wetting from before, she thought. As she reflected on it, she realized that she somehow liked the feeling. She felt her now rewetted underwear stick to her and saw the dark spot on her jeans. A thought came to her: "My clothes need a washing tomorrow anyway, I could very well...". She quickly got up and into the shower. It felt weird standing in the shower fully clothed, but she liked it. "And now I'm just going to let it all flow into my pants, just like before", she thought. It didn't take long, as she still had to go pretty bad. She felt the warm wetness spread in her crotch and slowling flowing down her pants' legs. She could observe the dark wet spot growing bigger and streaks appear. She liked the view. When she was empty at last, she opened her jeans to examine her slip. If she didn't know better, she would have thought it was a dark shade of gray naturally. The formerly light gray fabric was completely drenched. She slightly pushed to let some more drops get into her pants. The gray fabric glistened again. Hannah was content with her decision to wash her clothes right away and continued. She took the shower head and first pointed it at her black socks. They couldn't get any wetter, as they were already drenched by her pee flowing out of her jeans. Hannah continued further upwards and soaked her pants' legs. She liked how her jeans got wetter and wetter the second time this evening. Reaching her crotch, she paused. She first soaked her jeans from the outside, then from the inside. She enjoyed the jet of water on her soaking wet underwear, massaging her lady parts. The jet continued upwards. She soaked the seam of her top which instantly turned transparent again. Continuing upwards, she soaked her boobs and could clearly see her red bra shine through the completely transparent longsleeved top. Hannah looked down on herself and thought that yes, in fact, she can look really sexy. Under the flowing water, she took off her jeans, which plopped heavily to the shower's floor. She observed her grey panties once again, which were also slightly transparent, as expected, and gave her a good view on what was beneath them. Next, Hannah undressed her top. Although harder said than done, she managed, and was rewarded with an undisturbed look at her glistening wet red bra. Almost sadly, she took her bra and panties off eventually. Before leaving the shower, she couldn't help but play a bit with herself. After hanging her dripping wet clothes up for drying, she smiled, thinking about her evening. It was something different. She lay down in bed and drifted off to sleep in no time. *Bierbankeffekt: Literally "beer bank effect". From "beer banks" in German-style beer halls, the long sets of table and bank. This means the sudden spike in feeling drunk as one stands up after drinking for some time.
  8. Warning: This story is pretty graphic. If you didn't read the tags, well, let me clarify: Theory of a Wet Boy contains plenty of sexual content, especially fetishes. I'm also pretty sure it's not for those less than 18 years of age. If you're offended by one or more parts of this, I suggest clicking off the story. Anyway, let's get on with it, because it's not gonna read itself! Characters: Tracy, George Act 1: Locked In Narrative: "One day, after school, a young girl named Tracy and her shy male friend George walked the halls aimlessly. They were locked inside with no one else in the building. She was quite horny and wanted to toy with George for as long as possible." Tracy: "Wow... this place is huge! Not gonna lie, I'm kinda glad we're all alone here. I mean, who better to walk with than you, George?" George: "Heh heh. Yeah, I guess it's relaxing for me after all I've gone through before we first met here." (He sticks his hand under his pants, trying feebly to hide the fact that he seriously needed to go to the bathroom.) T: (She notices George's actions.) "George, why are you touching yourself? Is this turning you on? Do you want me to rub your wee-wee and make you feel better?" (She turns and notes the camera on ceiling.) "Well, it's gonna hafta wait until we get somewhere more... ideal. " G: (He blushes at Tracy's brash speech.) "Uhhh, what are you saying, Tracy? I'm n-not aroused b-b-b-by any means! I just-" T: " *sigh* Look, I know you're touching yourself, George. You should seriously stop it unless we're to get in trouble for jizzing in our pants." N: "George was shocked. How did his best friend know of his mortifying plight? How could she say such things? Was she all right in the head? Why did she assume the security cams were on at this time of day, with no one to monitor them? And for the love of God, since when did she become so nosy?! She always respected his privacy!" G: "T-t-t-t-that's not what's happening at all! I just have to pee really bad!" T: "OMG... you don't know the difference between pee and cum?" Both: "What?!" G: "Tracy, w-w-what are you talking about?! What do you think I'm touching myself for?!" T: "*sigh* *to herself* Some things never change... *to George* Listen to me. When I first became sensually aroused, it was weird and scary for me, too. The thing is, you need to realize when it happens and resist the urge to grope the nearest member of the opposite sex. Sensual arousement can happen to anyone. *deep breath* I'll let you in on a little secret, George. I still get aroused from time to time, and I always know where to alleviate the feeling." G: "I already told you, I'm not aroused!" T: "Oh, is that so, George? Then I'll have to ask you a question. Please answer it calmly so I can affirm the feels you have at the moment." G: "*deep breathing* Okay. What's the question?" T: "...Are you trying to hide a bulge down there?" G: (He shakes his head.) T: "Is your penis hard and extending like a lightsaber?" G: (Again, he shakes his head.) "No... mmmmmmfffffmmmmm!" (He jumps up and down in desperation.) T: " Ohhhhh. I see now. You were telling the truth. Well, now that you say that, I kinda hafta pee, too... but not so bad I'd hop like a bunny to convey it." (She considers her options: "If I make him pee here, he'll just cry like a big baby over it. And the school's doors are locked up tight, so I can't access the school's plants and trees. Welp, I guess there's only one way to make him open his floodgates and not cry...") "I honestly don't know where the nearest bathroom is, but I'll try to navigate us there as fast as possible. So come on, George! Pretend that you're a rabbit and hop-follow me!" G: "O-o-o-o-o-okay, T-tracy. Lead the way! And hurry!" T: "Oh! I almost forgot about something!" G: "W-w-w-what might that b-b-b-be?" T: "It's a homemade treatment for men's desperation! This is guaranteed to work, no matter what! Just one thing, though: what do you want to feast your eyes on? Upstairs where a pervert's eyes dart to? Or downstairs where the holes are?" G: "Uh... I... don't really care..." T: " Okay. I'll take off my downstairs clothing... and yours, too. Is that okay?" G: "No... just take off y-y-your pants." T: (She takes off her socks and shoes and opens her backpack to put clothes in it. She begins unbuttoning her shorts and unzipping her fly.) "Heeeeeere goes! I hope you like whatcha see! " (And just like magic, her shorts fall down to reveal a naked vulva with sparse pubic hair.) G: (He now has an erection.) "SHEEEEEEEEESH, Tracy! That's hot!" T: (She laughs in an embarrassed yet playful manner upon seeing George's bulge. Her now-exposed vulva is seeping with love syrup.) "I knew you'd get hard seeing my peach fuzz! And now you should feel less desperate, right?!" G: "Mm hmm." T: "Great!" (She turns around, then puts her shorts, socks, and shoes into her backpack, bending over so George can see more of her butt.) G: "Whoa! You sure this is what you had in mind?" T: "Yup! Now come on, before you get flaccid and desperate again!" Act 2: Out of Order, Into Chaos N: "The two made a mad dash down the hall. After a few moments, they finally arrived at the bathrooms." G: "*to himself* Okay... calm down, George. This is it." T: "And here we are! The public restrooms! *sniffs the scent of pee* This smells ironically amazing!" G: "Tracy! This is not the time for gross observations! The men's room is dirtier than my room at home! So, can we please use the ladies' room and try not to stink up the place?" T: "Hmmmm... let me check the door to the ladies' room..." (She looks at the door. "Out of order, huh? I wonder how George would react to this... ") "George, I don't know how to say it, but the ladies' room is... well... put bluntly, it's out of order." G: "We can't use the girls' room?! What are they doing in there?!" T: " I dunno. There's no one else here, so maybe they saved it for tomorrow." G: "So?! Let me see!" (He charges into the door, only to bruise his shoulder and lose his erection.) "It's locked!" T: "(She notices that George's penis went limp.) Oh. No. *to herself* You've got to be... fingering me in the bum... Anyway... *to George* Let's just go to the men's room, okay? I don't mind the smell there. And I could see your wee-wee if you got your pants off!" G: "Uhhhhhhhhh.......uhhhhhh!" (He's doubled over right now.) T: "OH MY GOSH! Just try to hold it in a bit longer, okay?! The urinals are just through this door!" (She notices... a padlock, right then and there!) "*Gasp* This one's locked too! Hang on, George! I've got a lockpick!" *lock-picking noises* N: "After two minutes of trial and error, Tracy picked the lock. The door squeaked open. And George could finally relieve his pulsating bladder!" T: "George! Get up! We're almost there!" (She starts squirming as well.) "GRAB MY HAND, GEORGE!" (She pulls George up, not noticing the leak on his pants.) G: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" (He leaks a bit more. He shuffles his feet, inch by inch, and leaks more, drop by drop. Eventually, his urine formed a trail marking his path.) "I... can't hold it in! Uhhhhhh! Uwaaaaa!" T: (She smiles and starts dancing the Macarena with her legs crossed in a humorous attempt to hold in her urine.) "Speak for yourself, pretty boy! I'm just starting to make my own little puddle of pee after thinking about the weather near my house! It's pouring freezing rain and hail! Uhhh! With high windchills and wind speeds up to 69 MPH, it must feel like 253.15 Kelvin! Agh! And there's thunderstorms raging across the city!" G: "I don't care about what's going on outside OR your scientific descriptions! ALL. I. WANT. IS. TO. PEEEEEE!" T: "Well calm down there, you worrywuss of a buddy! 'Cuz there's one thing that's not going to happen..." (She stops dancing the Macarena and uncrosses her legs.) "I'm not going to pee in the urinals..." G: "...You're not...?" T: (She gets her shorts and socks back from her backpack onto her butt and feet, then buttons up her shorts and zips her fly.) "Because I'm too lazy to do so." G: "...You're just gonna give up?! ... No. I won't stand for this. We're at the goal!" (He pulls down his pants, revealing his boxers briefs.) T: (She closes her eyes.) "That's not what I meant, George..." G: "I'm going to pee in the urinals, whether you like it or not!" (He pulls down his boxer briefs. Beneath them, his slightly-smaller-than-average penis shows on top of two freshly shaved testicles.) T: (She looks down, opens her eyes, and notices George's pants are off.) "Wait a minute... did you just strip down?!" (She moves in a bit closer to George's exposed penis.) " Awwwww! That's an immaculately cute wee-wee you got there, George! And look at that nutsack! It's so small, nearly devoid of semen!" (She removes her shirt, and two breasts emerge, each tattooed with a sun a la this.) "Well, time to break the seals on these two sinners! " (she pulls off George's pants and boxer briefs, gets them with her shirt, and puts the combined load of laundry on a pile between her legs.) " *sing-song voice* Heeeeeere it coooooooomes!" And then... ... T: (She turns George to face towards her and playfully pushes him down.) G: "UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! Ow..." *pssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh* The duo's bladders empty. George's stream is slow and lands on himself, and Tracy embraced the warmth of hers as she hyper-wets her shorts above the other clothes. Both: "Haaaaaaa... sweet relief is ours this day... " T: (She moves herself to position George's groin between her legs after satisfied with the state of their drenched clothes. Now the two are peeing on each other's crotch!) "Sorry for pushing you, George. Are you okay?" G: "I couldn't be feeling better right now... Thanks, Tracy... " T: "Hee hee hee hee hee! It is none other than my pleasure to help you out, George. You're such a cute lil' devil... especially when peeing!" Both: (They laugh heartily as their pee streams alternatively collide and hit the other's genitalia.) G: "Haaaaaaaaaaaa... haaaaaaa... haaaaaa... haaaa. " T: "Oh my! I'm getting incredibly turned on by this! ... Hey, since we're in the bathroom, where the cameras can't catch us in the act, why don't we just go ahead and have sex?! I mean, we're not done peeing and all, but..." (She pulls down her pants, exposing her vulva and freeing her pee stream while at the same time stopping George's stream from getting past said pants. Then, she gets one pant leg off and puts her pants to the side, which exposes both her and George's genitalia to the other's pee stream!) G: "Ohhh... " T: "What a wholesome way for a kitty like mine to greet a chicken like yours!" Gradual black out as they laugh heartily. N: "Then, they laughed... and they [redacted] all night... for this night was the start of their new lives, which they both lived... uh... happily ever after. ... Sorry for the clichéd ending. I just wanted to say all that in front of an audience." *cue laughter and applause.*
  9. Hi everyone, I would like to pee my pants,my problem is that my parents could notice when i had wet my pants. I had already pee shorts on the toilet but i want to pee in sweatpants or jeans. Could anyone help me please? Thanks
  10. ————————————————————— Hello everyone, I’ve been working on this story for a few days and realized that I’m going to make it a two-parter because I feel that it’s a bit long. But also because the second part is a little more sexually explicit and wanted to know if folks would want to read it — I know some prefer wetting with seldom sexually explicit behaviors and others who do prefer it outright — so I’ve decided to leave it out until folks actually do look forward to reading more. Moreover, delaying the second part allows me more time to detail its content, which will inextricably make it even longer — but, hey, the more detail, the better. The details will focus mostly on explicating, to the best of my knowledge and empathy, the internal sensations of the characters. Thanking for clicking on and reading this story. I hope you enjoy it. Edit history: fixing missed typos and/or contradictions. —HG P.S. Of course, I was super desperate while writing this, why wouldn’t I be? I made sure to pull up a chair into the bathtub, sit down and wonderfully release it all into my black leggings! *Wink**Wink*————————————————————— Rush or Gush Riley and Taylor burst out of their car. Riley recklessly discarded it halfway in the driveway and halfway on the front lawn of their home, leaving behind her driver’s door swung wide open. Taylor sprints the front door and struggles to yank the keys from her pocket, her right hand wrangling with the tight entry of her front right pocket. She advantageously positions herself — leaning her left body against the door frame — to guarantee her first entry upon the door flying open, imminently. She, extremely desperate for a pee, nervously fiddles with her bundle of keys chained together, looking for the key to ultimately relieve herself inside. She presses her petite thighs together and hops a light march in place; her washed, skintight light-blue jeans audibly swishing out from the friction between her thighs. Riley, upon noticing Taylor’s shrewd maneuvers, thrusts Taylor aside right-wards, stealing her place— “Get out of the way, you’re blocking the lock so I can open the door!”, Taylor throwing attitude at her. “What, so that you can get to the toilet first—I see the trick you’re pulling!”, Riley mocks, thinking she’s got her all figured out. “H-He—Move. Out. Of. TheeeEEE.. WAY!”, Taylor slamming and raising her voice into Riley at the front door with every word, the last of which she harshly shoves her elbow hard into her right side, pushing her aside, leftwards, and out of the way, regaining her ground. Riley, thrusted into an imbalance and about to tip over falling onto her left, swiftly shifts her right leg behind her left, as if to achieve a supportive lunge and catch her balance, instead bumps it into her left leg and tips over, quickly twisting her back to the momentum of the fall, fear-dribbling a leak mid-flight on the way down. She gasps a sharp puff of air through teeth as her butt plops itself harshly onto the concrete, the latter transferring her butt-force momentum back into her pelvis whilst the momentum of her rib cage comes springing downwards simultaneously against the bloated bladder lodged therein, causing her tender belly to protrude anteriorly: it forcefully squirts out her panty-less opening a hissy stream of piss through the fabric of her light-grey leggings; its stream so swift it goes right through the fabric and audibly sprays the concrete with a forward hose-like spatter, out from between her spread slim thighs. She swiftly stoops her head and, lifting her white shirt slightly — exposing her pale yet red-tinged swollen waist — to clearly glance below, dropping her jaw at the sudden and uncontrollable flood of warmth following her hard squirt engross the sides of her crotch, unable to close her flood gates as she so desperately tried. She feels her warmth slow down, through her half-flexed sphincter, to an erratic flow of urination while she tried to cease it, growing from the tiny wet patch the hard-squirt shot therefrom into a shiny dark pad-sized splotch painted over her crotch, subtly flowing upwards just short of her bare-shaven pubic bone while it flows down into her butthole and crack, and slightly outwards down the inseams of her upper thighs. Her yellow stream visibly flowing out of her dark splotch-covered crotch like the weak stream of a water fountain spout barely flowing and dribbling back on itself. The concrete below her accepts the contents of her glittering gooch, darkening a basketball-wide circular pool of bright yellow beneath her pelvis. Riley, shocked by the jolt of the fall and, upon realizing she’s letting out too much in her confounding, snaps back and forcefully ceases her urination, hurting her urethra as it burns at the base and angrily exclaims: “Taylor, you made me damn pee myself, what the hell?!?!” “Hey! I told you to get out of the way—you were in the way of opening the fuckin’ door! You get what you get!”, she mockingly sneers while arms in a cross. She quickly forgets her, focusing her attention onto the locked door. She distinguishes her key, frantically and uncoordinatedly smashing the tip of the key in the periphery of the hole before shoving it in precisely, turning it open. Riley, frustrated by her remarks, swiftly thrusts herself forward with her arms — feeling the cool outside air rush into her soaked-hot crotch and buttocks — bolts into Taylor, slamming her against the door and simultaneously swinging it open with her force, sprinting towards the bathroom. Her behind dons a large dark circular splotch fully encompassing both her crescents up to the mouth of her crack. Taylor is shoved into the doorknob, taken aback and caught off-guard by Riley’s frustrated efforts, impaling her behind forcefully into the doorknob: the pain of which jolts her aching bladder in an unwelcome shock and she releases a considerable spurt into her pad — too fast for absorption as it bursts out the sides and into her dark-pink lace panties. She tugs her crotch upwards at her pubic area with her left hand, stooping her head forwards for a glance, witnessing the blue patch at the apex between her upper thighs contrasting with the dry light-blue. “What the.. fff—UGH!, that b—RILEY!. Okay, two can play at this game—“, she angrily mutters through her grinding teeth. Taylor regains her balance, harshly chucks her keys at Riley’s jiggling wet butt cheeks as target practice, but misses while chasing behind her towards the bathroom. Riley makes it to the bathroom first, quickly turning around to smash its door shut, but fails as Taylor prevents its closing with the right foot she stretches between it and the door frame, catching her white Converse in the midst of her hard slam. “AH!!”, she cries out, the pain once again jolting her bladder into a frenzy: it forces aloud and out of her another spurt, hissing into her pad, warming her crotch and leaking out into her panties and jeans. She feels her warmth slip down the inseams of her upper thighs and flow backwards into her butthole. She gasps at Riley: “UGH, you made me pee.. AGAIN!—“ “That’s what you fucking get!”, Riley mockingly and maniacally laughs in her face through the slightly opened door. She twists her neck back to the right, glancing at the toilet, and quickly thrusts her fingers into the waist of her leggings ready to drop them while push her body against the door, but carelessly relinquishes some of her pushing force. Taylor harshly shoves, using the weight of the right side of her body, into her through the door she thought she effectively defended. Catching her off-guard, Riley is shoved, her right side thrusted towards the sink and she quickly twisting herself to land on her backside, the force her movement loosening her sphincter and she lightly dribbles pee into her leggings once again, feeling her warm pee drops slip down her skin under her cool-wet upper-thigh inseams, a few drops dripping out and below onto her black shoes and the light-blue-tiled floor. She flails her arms backwards in a semi-windmill fashion whilst tipping and walking backwards on her heels, the sink behind her catching her soaked, slippery butt — she now dribbling drops of pee into the sink, instead. Her arms slam backwards into the wall behind her and back into the mirror, catching her balance. Feeling her loose sphincter, she quickly shoves her left hand into her crotch, massaging away her dribbling self. Taylor stretches her legs for the toilet, about to turn around to sit down as Riley leaps off the sink and forwards her right leg in a stretch in front her, causing her to trip forward. Taylor, losing her balance lets go of her sphincter. She feels her pee rush into her urethra, but forcefully shuts herself closed whilst throwing her arms in front to mount against the wall, to the righthand side of the toilet, catching herself out of her stumble. She feels whatever leaked slip down and dribble out of her opening: another soft warmth into her pad, this time fully absorbing it. Riley flings her body forward behind Taylor’s balancing stance, but is swiftly pushed out of the way by Taylor’s backward falling movement, as she maneuvers herself onto the toilet, harshly plopping her buttocks onto the toilet seat, it banging loudly as if sheets of porcelain tiles clacked together. This plop jolts her pelvis into her bladder, coupled with her hunching forward and the tight-buttoned-waist of her jeans squeezing on her belly, forces out of her another squirt into her pad, partially absorbing it and the rest through her panties and into her jeans — she feels her crotch and butthole grow warm once again. A few drops leak through her jeans and tinkle into the toilet water below. Taylor, having successfully plopping her herself onto the toilet, rushes for her jeans button in order to ultimately slide everything down in one go beneath her, and finish into the toilet bowl what she prematurely started. Riley moans in an arpeggio, stuttering: “uuUUHHHhhhh, f-fffuck!..”, she glaring desperately at Taylor’s success whilst her bladder expands in her belly. She bites the left corner of her bottom lip whilst thrusting her clasped hands into her soaked crotch, her sphincter twitching and her skin quivering in proportion as she feels the warmth of her soaked throbbing and aching crotch. Taylor looks at her grinning, mockingly, and purposely slows her unfastening to a pace she can manage just to toy with her. Riley, feeling her bladder bloat and her belly expand slightly as she fights the contractions to pee, uses her left hand smothered between her right and crotch to finger herself through her leggings in order to quell urge, but it persists. She inserts her middle- and ring-fingers through her leggings into her opening, tugging on herself upwards repeatedly, yet it only continues to grow. She starts hyperventilating, worrying about her imminent release, and moans with every exhalation, picking up and up as her pee draws nearer and nearer to release. She casts her left knee over her right, frantically holding her pee back at her very brink, bobbing up and down at her knees. But her urge continues on, pressing against her sphincter relentlessly. “Ooooo... stop! Hurry and go!”, she desperately moans at Taylor, panting. She presses her thighs tighter, squishing the hands smothered against her twitching crotch tightly, folding the palms of her hands and shivers violently. She keeps her thighs tightly in place as goosebumps travel down her arms, but as her bursting bladder urges on, her thighs start to twitch: her muscles tiring in their prolonged flex, but she nevertheless forces them to stay tight. “Nah, I think I’m going to draw this out..”, Taylor slyly remarks, curving a maniacal smile out the left corner of her lip and glares with eyes of fiery intent. “Oooo! Taylor.. please.. ple—AOooo!”, Riley begs with a moan, then squeals when she feels her restless bladder contract harder, sending shots of pain into her right side whilst she feels a few drops of pee slipping past her tightened sphincter into the slippery, sweaty hot jungle her hands are quarantining between her tiring thighs. Riley tightly squeezes her eyes and shows her clenching teeth as she gives her all to keep leakage to just those mere drops. She purses her lips, trying to control her breathing, but quickly abandons her strategy, flinging wide her jaw and gasping in air, pausing and stifling her exhaling sighs in a reckless and erratic manner; whilst throwing her right leg in a twist over her left, maintaining her hands, and bending at her left knee up and down. However, all to no neither avail nor relief, as suddenly she feels her belly bloat against her tender abdomen and tiring sphincter twitch profusely. Her gaping mouth picking up her breathe with faster and faster gasps of air sucking through teeth, she holds her breathe in, whilst the veins in her neck protrude, as her contracting bladder pushes its pee to the very edge of her weakening hold.. a little dribble pushes through.. and a little more—she gushes her exhalation out in growling groan: “OOOOOoooghghhh! TAYLOR, PL—EASE! PL—“, her begging cut by her stifled inhalation, followed by a stifled exhaling sigh of struggle, breathing paradoxically: UH—*gasp*—UH—*gasp*—UH—*gasp*—OOOoooo! GET UP, NOW, PLEASE, G-GET.. SO I CAN QUICKLY PEE—UH—*gasps*—I.. I.. C-C-Can’t..”, Riley’s breathe trembling, her face turning red, breaking a sweat, and her body shaking tremendously whilst her arms shaking forcefully into her pulsatile leaking crotch. Taylor stares at her in anticipatory silence and wide-eyed, then still toys with her: “That’s right, suffer, that’s what you get for being a little impatient b—“ “mmmmmMmMmMMMMM” — Riley’s desperate humming gradually louder and louder as her pee burningly presses past her hold — AAAAAOOoOOOooOoo!”, Riley belches in a squeal from her hunched position, loud enough to cut her off and shut her up, following with a very sharp-pitched forceful hiss exploding into her smothered hands, it quickly lowers in pitch, garbling, as her hands hold enough hot pee in her crotch to form a sizable puddle therein, then burbles out from between her fingers and audibly sloshes down against the skin of her thighs under the swift dark glow of her leggings, loudly splashing onto her black shoes and the tiled-floor below, spatters drops far enough onto Taylor’s jean cuffs. “U-U-Uh—UHHHHhhh!”, she stifles out of her mouth as her chest twitches profusely while a nigh-orgasmic release of pee gushes out of her opening; she bends upright and raises her flushed face upwards into the air, her jaw flung open and lips twitching while her eyes closed and head tilted back into her cervical spine. She stands there, her clasped hands frozen in place against her exploding crotch; her left arm, then right knee, and combination of other limbs, sequentially and uncontrollably twitch, cascading all manner of goosebumps across her body as her forceful yellow piss pleasurable gushes out from between her slippery hot hands. She feels light-headed and her knees grow weak, almost wanting to drop down them whilst unloading her bursting yellow piss out of her. Her pee utterly explodes everywhere: loudly hissing out in a strong yellow stream from between her slippery fingers, flooding upwards and covering her bare-shaven pubic skin with a smothering of hot piss, her pee audibly sloshing around in her crotch when she slightly adjusts her hands, the soaked fabric cleaving to and separating from, in alternation, her tingling hot skin in an ear-quivering suction; audibly burbling out from her pressed-palms into her upper-thigh inseams, whilst exploding latterly towards her hips to the front of her twitching upper thighs, cascading down across them; sloshing down her inner thighs in an eye-dazzling glow of yellow, trickling in a swoosh out the cuffs of her leggings and down her ankles, and into the rapidly growing bright yellow splashed puddle on the floor; whilst seeping into and engulfing the innards of her shoes, turning her white socks into an opaque tinge of pink and yellow transparency; pooling her soles a satisfying puddle of warm pee, sloshing between her wiggling slippery toes therein, peeing forced out the sides of her shoes in a shine thereby. Her pee is simply splashing and spattering everywhere with jetted chaos. Simultaneously, her cupped hands forcefully guide her flow to her back, filling the crevice of her butthole entirely with hot pee, then traveling up her crack in a glorious shine all the way to mouth of her crack, spilling over onto the roof of her crescent butt cheeks and slipping down across it in waves of pee. Her pee rushing out her perineum, laterally across and under the crescent of her butt cheeks, flowing further laterally and around her lower hips and cascade down the sides of twitching slim thighs, connecting her posterior flood to the anterior darkening flood. The rest of her pee gushes down the back of her thighs and knees — half through the fabric and half streaming along it — falling on to her small calves until it, too, is smothered over by her downward dark flow, pee spreading laterally therein and once again meeting the anterior dark-flowing stream flowing down from her front thighs. Her desperation and release so strong she soaks the entire circumference of her leggings with a soothing continuous shine of piss: a water-slide of smooth hot pee slipping between her milk-tea skin and leggings, with the exception of the upper waist portion of her leggings. She felt as though her bottom half stepped into a nice, hot jacuzzi. Though her bottom half already totally engulfed in hot pee, she nevertheless had less than half left in her — her bladder having possessed a gargantuan capacity for retaining pee. “Pee, little baby, pee your pants”, Taylor toys with her, but also naughtily sneers. Riley opens her eyes and fixes her face towards her, glaring with eyes of revenge. A sudden idea crosses her mind. She let’s go of her flooding crotch, her hands scattering its drops of pee about, and swiftly walks over to Taylor sitting on the toilet, trailing her steadily-dwindling pissing self across the floor and splashing and spattering along the way..
  11. 140 downloads

    This outfit has been one of my favorites lately, so I decided to break them in.
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  12. Wetting my shorttalls View File This outfit has been one of my favorites lately, so I decided to break them in. Submitter megaLOmess Submitted 04/28/2022 Category Transgender (MtF)  
  13. I was wearing this outfit while working from home the other day. I honestly wasn’t planning on wetting them but I was home alone and decided why not. After all I was wearing a few layers to soak up my piss. Top to bottom I was wearing: - soccer socks - shorts with built in compression tights - compression shorts - tights/pantyhose i started leaking at my desk and recorded the video then I ran to the bathroom and soaked myself before I could start a vid but got some pics of the aftermath. IMG_3365.MOV
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    So I bought three pairs of joggers recently and I have really wanted to try wetting the lightest pair I have. I’m not sure I’m 100% happy with the results but they definitely show the wetness. I pee for almost a whole minute and my socks and pants get soaked. The wetness even goes around my whole pant leg towards the end. No audio still. Sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (should be getting a new phone soon)
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  15. View File Wetting My Light Gray Joggers So I bought three pairs of joggers recently and I have really wanted to try wetting the lightest pair I have. I’m not sure I’m 100% happy with the results but they definitely show the wetness. I pee for almost a whole minute and my socks and pants get soaked. The wetness even goes around my whole pant leg towards the end. No audio still. Sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (should be getting a new phone soon) Submitter PWG Submitted 04/25/2022 Category Male  
  16. I bought a new pair of jeans and I was curious to check if they were suitable for wetting as I thought they'd be. Not disappointed at all I was enough desperate for this video, like 8.5 out of 10. Usually I don't do extreme desperation because it can get very painful for me - and anyway I've never had a complete loss of control, just few leaks from time to time. So basically for me having an accident means to give up, and that's exactly what happens here. Hope you enjoy! VID20220419150626~1.mp4
  17. this is my first ever post here. i’ve been into omo since I was 12, i’m 19 now. I’m in college and i’ve been wanting to wet in my dorm room ever since i got here, freedom. I’ve held close to wetting quite a few times, masturbated while holding, every time i chickened out. What if people smell my laundry bag while i’m walking to the laundry? but i finally thought of a solution: carry the clothes towels in trash bags. And now: I bring you the story of my very first wetting after 7 years of wanting to. I was cutting some wigs so i was naked (other than underwear) and covered in hair (as hair is hard to clean off of fabric.) I started to be come desperate to pee but i didn’t wanna put on clothes to go to the restroom. I was going to hold it until i finished the wigs. For the first time since moving here, I started to leak. I knew bending over to get clothes and going to the bathroom down the hall would be next to impossible. I decided to put on one of those super overnight period pads and sit in my chair, with a trash bag underneath in case i overflowed the pad. Ha. Haha. Well, i sat down and immediately my body began to release my urine. okay i think seconds i was leaking out the sides of the pad onto my chair. i leaned over to watch and pushed the puddle i was sitting in onto the floor. I sat back and listened to it dripping on the trash bag below, overflowing from every edge of the chair. the warm feeling was like no other. I’m writing this while sitting in my puddle, my socks are starting to get cold with ny feet resting on the piss covered trash bag below me. my pussy and bottom are still so warm though… i don’t wanna get up to clean i just wanna sit here and enjoy it.
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