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View File Woodland Wettings Just a couple desperate moments in the woods prompting me to freely pee! As Spring continues springing, get yourself outside! Submitter themerger Submitted 04/09/2023 Category Male  

View File Covert flood on a barefoot run Hey folks! Had a fun time hiking and thought I would make a lil scene on the trail. This was actually a 'closed' trail, but since there wasn't a closed sign at the point I entered this particular trail I think I found a loophole. All that's to say that I didn't really have to worry about people, especially since it was close to sunset. Of course, the spandex always conceals even the heaviest of floods 😋 Happee Sunday 💛 Submitter themerger Submitted 02/26/2023 Category Male  

View File Wetting by the Stream Hey everyone! Just found a lovely spot by the creek to absolutely soak my leggings. I filmed myself taking my shoes and socks off (as I figured that might strike someone's fancy here), but an elderly couple entered the shot- albeit from quite a distance. They got pretty close to me, so I decided to pause the video, pretend I was filming the creek as they walked by, then resume filming what you see here. I suppose just one of the risks of public wetting 😅 Anyone who is feeling both enticed and abashed by public wetting should invest in leggings like these. Any aftermath of wetting is completely obscured by the pattern and material. I have walked right by countless people in these while soaked without worry. Unless someone is carefully investigating your legs at close range, or you are actually caught in the act of wetting, I feel confident saying you have nothing to worry about. Be mindful of the smell once indoors though! As always, I'm open to requests and recs! Happy Halloweekend! Submitter themerger Submitted 10/29/2022 Category Male  

Hey everyone! I’m back with another story, but I actually don’t want this one to but a one parter like the last one. If it ends up just being a short story I’m fine with that, however I want to give a bit of a backstory to the main character and her reason for her habit. I don’t know how far this story will go, but we’ll have to see. Part 1: The Camp Setup I had met Kelly as a Sophomore in high school, and somehow our relationship has stood the test of time. We were now in year 5 of dating and wanted to commemorate it somehow. I decided to talk to Kelly’s mom about it and she gave me a good recommendation: a week long hiking trip. Being in the start of the winter didn’t make it sound too appealing but I was used to harsh elements here in Minnesota anyways so it wouldn’t be too bad. As I plotted our destination one place really stood out: the smokey mountains of Tennessee. There we’d be less likely to get pounded by snow even with the higher elevation. I made my plans. Once I had surprised Kelly with the plans we set our date for arrival. After an extended plane ride and a long night at the hotel our first day on the trail finally started. As we made our way into the car Kelly giggled to herself, “really, only one water bottle? You’re going to die of dehydration Kevin!” I looked over at her and couldn’t help but chuckle. She was holding two differently sized water jugs in her right hand, both however being around a gallon full. This was the one thing that always surprised me about Kelly: despite her petite frame she always emphasized hydration and the need for water. Her liquid consumption had to surpass mine tenfold, yet for all our time together, she’s never had an accident with me around. It’s quite stunning and cruel; she’s had many points where she’s come close, but her bladder has held up, at least when I’m around, but hey, maybe this could be the week where things change. We decided to start early on our first day so the sun wasn’t quite out. The air was cold and crisp and you could see your breath in front of you but it wasn’t freezing out. Just enough to provide somewhat a bit of comfort. I had always loved the cold and Kelly was the same: the cold was something we were used to in Minnesota and we had both grown up to love. The snow, in particular, was our favorite, so we hoped we’d see some today. As we strolled down the path I kept looking over at Kelly. Her body kept swaying back and forth and her face showed a little bit of concern but she kept moving. She was probably just a little bit cold. However, I knew she hadn’t gone to the bathroom since we left and had almost finished one of her jugs of water she brought along. I could imagine she knew there weren’t bathrooms on the trail, and supposed that she probably knew as well that she would have to expose herself in public. Kelly herself was never shy about exposing her need to pee, however this time if she did need to pee she was looking like she was concealing it: did she not want to pee on the trail? Then, I got my answer: “hey Kevin, I have a confession to make, could we go over towards a bush real quick?” I smiled at her, “of course.” She led me over towards somewhere a bit off the path. She seemed to really be struggling now, with her dancing in place constantly. She looked at me: “now, please don’t be grossed out by this, but” she paused and started to squat down. What was she doing? All of a sudden I saw it. A dark patch started forming on the crotch of her leggings and was rapidly expanding. It went from the size of a quarter to about the size of a fist as pee continued to pour out of Kelly’s body and into her pants. A loud hissing sound only accompanied by the heart melting sounds of Kelly signing in pleasure could be heard. My whole body was shell shocked, unable to react to what I was seeing. My beautiful girlfriend was squatting down and wetting herself inches in front of me. As her stream slowed my heart continued to pound in my chest. Adrenaline was still kicking in. I looked down at my girlfriend, who looked back at me and smiled sheepishly: “I guess I have a bit of explaining to do, don’t I?” Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this part and I hope to continue it soon enough.