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  1. My husband and I had a bit of a coffee date. I wore a dark blue denim skirt, that's length was to my thighs, it was very short. Neutral coloured pantyhose. Leather boots, a dark purple camisole, and a jean jacket. I wore my hair up in a messy bun. My husband and I were talking about earlier. He told me he enjoys when I "pee myself". Especially when it's spontaneous, or not planned. I was needing to pee a bit. It was over 5 hours since I peed last. I was pushing my legs apart and spreading them off and on under the table. My leg was shaking a bit as I continued my hold. "I wish to finish my coffee outside" I told my husband as I stood up, feeling my bladder pressure shift. He held My hand and we left for a bench outside. We went on a walk until we found a near by bench. I sat on it and looked around. "You want to see between my legs, don't you?" I teased as I looked around to ensure no one was around. My husband peeked and I started to pee, as i sat on the bench. I told him if we weren't out in public, I'd of enjoyed sitting on his lap or even giving him oral pleasure. Pee was dripping onto the pavement, leaving a puddle. I got up soon, pulled up my skirt to show him my black lace sexy panty thong and pulled it back down where we resumed our adventure. About 45 min later, I peed as we walked in the busy down town section, leaving a small trail of pee, only to be washed away by the rain.
  2. From the album: Wetting Pee Edit Art

    While trying to confess their love to each other, Applejack and Rarity were both having trouble getting the words out and eventually the two got so nervous that they were wetting themselves in front of each other! Applejack was more nervous than Rarity was that her peeing had lasted longer than her girlfriend's, and Rarity didn't want to tell AJ she really had to go. As a result, they ended up losing control of their bladders, embarrassing themselves and peeing their skirts. The two felt the warm wetness flooding their legs, soaking their panties and getting pee all over the floor, filling their shoes/boots with urine. It didn't matter anymore, they would embrace the relief as the peed and once they both had finished wetting themselves in front of each other, AJ & Rares got the words out and hugged each other despite the fact the they had peed themselves in front of the other. If anything, they made the other feel better and the farmer and fashionista would go home together to clean themselves up.
  3. source: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/34821039/

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  4. View File Freakart Collection A few of my videos from Freakart (one screenshot per video) Submitter GirlsLovePee Submitted 05/24/2023 Category Female  
  5. From the album: Wetting Pee Edit Art

    Fluttershy & Sunset Shimmer have needed to use the bathrooms since the start of school before the weekend, unfortunately for both Sunny & Flutters, the latter was too afraid to ask for a hall pass and use it and Sunset was denied relief of her bladder because the bathrooms were all occupied by other female students. So, the two girls held it in and eventually found/caught up with each other at the end of the day. By now, they were truly close to leaking and couldn't move anymore. Out of pure desperation, Fluttershy's bladder finally gave out, and starts peeing herself uncontrollably, making a mess on the floor. Sunset already needed to pee really bad, and her friend's urine running down her legs and splattering on the floor was not at all helping her. The sight of the Fluttershy's pee stream soaking her skirt and underwear and flooding her boots to the brims with pee finally made Sunset Shimmer lose control of her bladder, making her pee so much all over herself in her dress, blushing with embarrassment. Sunset gave up holding it as her urine soaked her underwear, her legs, her skirt, and flooded her boots. Fluttershy also blushed with embarrassment, but turned around saw Sunset having a accident too. Forgetting about the embarrassment of her own accident, Fluttershy, still peeing herself calmed down and put a hand on Sunset's shoulder telling her to just embrace the relief as she'll feel better once she fully empties her bladder and can't pee anymore. When Fluttershy and Sunset finally finish, the two girls give each other a relived smile and then the two hugged each other, for a good 10 seconds, feeling so much better that their pee was empty, their wet skirts touching each other. They then looked down and blushed again at their puddles underneath their urine-soaked feet in their urine-filled boots. Shy & Sunny shared a laugh together and then went and ran to Fluttershy house's together to clean themselves up, their feet squishing inside their boots with each step until they run together in the rain when they step out of CHS.
  6. Time to fulfill a sort-of request (as in "I'd really like to read an elaborate version of this story") on courtesy of @pguy69 who sent over a brief sightning originally posted elsewhere. The original post didn't feature much in the way of anything actually, but enough to set the scene for something bigger, so I went ahead and tacked on a possible continuation. Let's see if he'll like the way it turned out, and if not, maybe someone else will. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This took place during one night in August when me and a mate of mine, John, had been out on the tiles. We had been at a couple of pubs downing a few pints and were now heading for the taxi stand to get home. The plan was to split a cab to his place from where I could walk the few remaining blocks to my own flat. As it was around 1AM and many of the bars and pubs were about to close for the night, there were quite a lot of people around the taxi stand, all waiting for a free cab to take them home. As we approached the queue, John, always the sociable type in contrast to myself, recognized one of the girls standing in front of us and exchanged a few words in passing. It turned out they both lived in the same apartment block and were sort of acquainted with each other, although I don't think they ever hung out. I deduced from their smalltalk that her name was Sandra and that she had a boyfriend who was out of town this weekend, so she had spent the evening with one of her girlfriends, Veronica, standing by her side in front of us. John didn't seem to know her though. I took note of the girls's appearances as we waited; Sandra was blonde wearing a white top and black tight jeans and heels whereas her friend Veronica was brunette with her long hair cut in a fringe, wearing a maroon shirt and a pair of tight faded jeans tucked into a pair of black leather boots. I couldn't help but stealthily admire Veronica each time she turned her head enough for me to get a glimpse of her cute face peeking out from beneath her bangs. John kept going back and forth between Sandra in front of us and a couple of other girls by our side that he clearly was trying to charm. I on the other hand noticed something that steadily reeled in my attention as we waited; Veronica seemed unable to stand still in the queue, constantly tensing her legs against each other while subtly moving them back and forth. Occasionally she even crossed them for a few seconds before uncrossing them and resuming that subtle leg-clenching movements. Oh yes, just what this night needed - a pretty girl needing a toilet! And from where we were all standing, there were none to be found in the immediate vicinity. I knew that there was no public toilet available in or around the taxi office, and clearly Veronica knew this as well as I caught her looking around every now and then, sometimes craning her neck as if to try and spot something. Now, of course she could just be tired from standing, impatient from waiting or simply cold, although that last one seemed improbable as it was still summer. Still, I was itching to find out whether or not I was actually witnessing some bona fide desperation taking place in a crowded place with no chance to immediately get to a toilet. The minutes ticked by as the queue crept forward, sending yet another bunch of people off in the next freed up cab. John kept socializing with the people next to us, but I was only zoned in on Veronica, not wanting to miss out on even the slightest opportunity to gauge her possible desperation as she continued looking around with a worried look on her face, all the while pinching her legs together. Those tight jeans didn't do anything to conceal her leg movements, quite the opposite, as they followed her soft curves perfectly before disappearing down inside her black leather boots. ------ Then, after maybe 10 or so minutes of waiting, she whispered something to Sandra. I pricked up my ears and tried to pick out even the slightest of key words from their exchange. For the most part I couldn't make out anything discernible, but what little I did catch confirmed my suspision (and hope!): "Toilet", "really need to", "maybe still open". That was enough for my heart to step on the gas, but no sooner had they ceased talking than it sank, because then Veronica set off in the direction to the pub closest to the taxi stand, just down the street, maybe 50 or so meters away. I locked my faraway vision onto her as she scurried away with quick steps towards the pub, outside of which a few party-goers still hung around together with a couple of security guards. It was already past 1AM and the pub was obviously closed, but I figured she would simply ask them to be let in to use the toilet. I saw her talking to one of the guards standing with her arms crossed with her legs together, but to my amazement, the guard shook his head. Veronica seemed to argue her case as she remained standing in front of him by the closed pub door, but after some back and forth she reluctantly accepted defeat and stepped away, looking around for a brief moment. Then she set off further down the street and around a corner where I knew there were at least a couple of other bars along the street. I didn't know whether or not they would still be open though, but I was certainly hoping for them not to be. Still, I prepared for the disappointment of her finding relief which seemed to be the most likely outcome of her detour. A couple of minutes later, still with the rest of us remaining at the same position in the taxi queue, I saw Veronica emerge from behind the corner of the street and heading back to the taxi stand to rejoin her friend. As she did, I was greeted with what may seem incredibly slight, but nonetheless sent my heart throbbing and totally dried out my mouth in excitement: Sandra whispered something to her to which Veronica shyly shook her head while looking really anxious, her eyes clearly showing signs of worry and helplessness. As she did, she also crossed her legs while biting her lip and looking around her, still with that worried look in her eyes. That brief series of gestures was the single cutest and sexiest thing I've witnessed in a long while, especially with that shy headshake and the helpless look in her soft big eyes. Even if I didn't hear a single word of their whispered exchange, there was no doubt that Veronica was reporting back her failed attempt to find a toilet which she obviously needed very much by now! We were now nearing the front, only one group of people to go before the two girls in front of me and John. Veronica was obviously distressed, constantly moving about where she stood with her arms still folded, occasionally crossing her legs ever so subtly while doing curtseys that made my head spin in arousal. It was so hot to watch her squirm around while trying not to as she nervously looked around for the toilet that wasn't there. I tried to act casual, as if the only thing I was interested in was to get into a taxi cab and go home, when in reality I was hoping for our remaining wait to last for as long as possible. Of course, us being almost in front by now, I knew that my bonus show for the night was about to end. Still, I fantisized about Veronica being trapped in a cab that was taking just a tad bit too long to reach her home and she would eventually have a big accident in the seat, totally soaking those sexy jeans of hers. It was a possibility, but all the same, I wouldn't be there to witness it for obvious reasons. ------ The people in front of the girls got into a cab which drove away, leaving the girls next. Then something absolutely amazing happened; John, ever the social hub of any situation, kept talking with Sandra as we waited, and suggested that the four of us shared a cab since both him and Sandra would get off at the same address. "Would that be alright with you, Gene? It'll be cheaper for all of us if we split the tab" Oh god, yes yes yes, you are a fucking hero! was what my mind screamed. "Sure, no problem", was what I actually said out loud, as casually as possible, doing everything in my might to hide the realization that I was going to spend the next half hour in a car together with a super cute girl absolutely desperate for a toilet. Let me repeat that: I was going to sit in a car together with that gorgeous girl with a fringe haircut, a sexy dark red shirt and even sexier jeans, desperately trying to hide her ever growing need for a toilet and with a small but steadily inreasing chance that she won't make it! Thank God for mates like John! "You are next to go", the taxi controller announced, "The car should arrive in a couple of minutes" Just then, Veronica suddenly curtseyed down with her legs pressed together, again looking anxiously around. She turned to Sandra with a slight panic in her eyes, whispering what sounded like: "I really really need to find somewhere! I'm not sure I can make it until we're back!" Sandra in turn looked concerned for her friend and started looking around, obviously preparing for leaving the queue and take her desperate friend with her to look for a public toilet. Oh no. Nononono, don't ruin this for me now! My heart beat faster from the newly occured tension and the looming disappointment. Please, Sandra, don't let her! Just then I noticed the cab approach, the very one reserved for us. "I think that's our car right there", I chirped in, not having said very much at all while waiting in the queue, but this was a crucial moment. I simply had to do something to get us all in and on our way before Veronica had a chance to slip away. "Go on, girls", John filled in as he claimed the front seat. Veronica was very hesitant to get in the car and Sandra clearly sympathized with her by now rather obvious need. I felt the opportunity of a lifetime slipping away between my fingers so I rolled the dice: "We'll be back in like 15 minutes or so", I added, trying to make it sound casual and totally just in passing as not to come off as suspiciously eager to get us all in the car. "More like 20 minutes", John inserted. Shut up! "But I bet this guy will take it as a challenge to get us home in 15, right?" he added, jovially nudging the driver. I cast a sidelong glance towards the girls, praying for the banter and commotion, however slight, to leave no wiggle room for Veronica to get a word in and slip away. Sandra whispered to Veronica who bit her lip and gave a slight nod before the two of them got in the backseat. "OK, let's go then!" Sandra said as she slid onto the middle seat with Veronica on her right and myself on her left. Score! Now, drive off before they change their minds. And do take your time, drive carefully and don't haste. We don't want the night to end in an accident, do we? Well, depends on what you mean by 'accident'... ------ The drive back to John's (and Sandra's) place would take about said 20 minutes, although I knew that would be under well-oiled circumstances. Add a bit of traffic and it would be more like half an hour. I knew what I feverishly hoped for as I sat there in the back seat, just one girl away from part two of the desperation show I've been granted for the night. The driver pulled away and turned onto the main street leading out of this part of town. I sat leaning my head onto my arm against the window, acting tired and disinterested in anything but getting there, which couldn't have been further from the truth. I cast stealthy glances over to my right, past Sandra who thankfully was preoccupied with her phone, and noticed Veronica sitting with her legs tightly crossed, looking out of the side window as we whizzed down the main street through the town. She couldn't keep still in her seat, constantly wiggling ever so slightly from side to side while tensing her crossed legs while sitting on her hands. Then I was greeted with yet another slice of poet's justice - red lights. Veronica looked ahead as we stopped, looking really worried and frustrated at the momentary delay. My heartrate increased slightly. The red light remained on unusually long despite there being almost no traffic passing by that particular junction. I noticed a few cars approaching from the right, knowing that the sensors would let them through once they reached the junction. I held my breath. Yellow. No! Not yet! Please let the cars by! And green. Damnit! We set off as the approaching cars were prompted to a halt. I just about caught Veronica sigh in relief at the cab resumed its speed, thankful that another minute or so was sliced off from her wait. Nonetheless, I had already started scanning through my mental map of the route for additional traffic lights, but you know how it is, the more familiar you are with a certain place, the more likely you are to forget all about such mundane landmarks as you've passed them hundreds of times. We spent another five minutes on the main street out of the downtown area, everything going frustratingly smooth at the moment. The cab turned onto the ringroad and sped up. Sandra and John chit-chatted about the evening but I obviously had more important issues to monitor. I kept casting glances at Veronica who by now was sitting with her legs uncrossed but held tightly together while squirming around on the seat, still sitting on her hands in a rather tensed up fashion. She sat looking forward in anticipation, occasionally turning her head which led to me quickly look away awkwardly. I'd have no problem with her suspecting I was interested in her, which in fact wouldn't have been too far from the truth anyway, but her suspecting that it was in fact her desperation that piqued my interest was beyond the pale. Not that I think that particular quirk would be within the realm of Veronica's imagination, because who would ever suspect anyone being interested in someone else needing the toilet? All the same, I made sure not to look her way whenever it seemed that she would notice. After a few minutes on the ringroad, we approached another big junction guided by traffic lights. I watched in utter satisfaction how the yellow light came on as the car in front of us slowed down. Again I cast a glance at Veronica who definitely didn't display anything close to satisfaction, instead tensing up and momentarily double-crossing her legs tight. The crossing traffic was a bit more substantial this time, prompting the red light to stay on for at least a couple of minutes. All the while I kept an eye on Veronica who started to rapidly bounce her legs up and down while biting her lip, looking very restless. I tried to get inside her head and estimate just how desperate she might have been. About half an hour prior, she had been desperate enough to leave the taxi queue in order to find somewhere to relieve herself, and with the filtering of the supposed few pints during the evening in mind, I extrapolated some intense urgency going on inside her abdomen by now. And then all the tiny obstacles delaying her on the way, and being trapped in a car with two unknown guys at that. My heart pounded with excitement from thinking about her ever growing distress and even possible fear of wetting her tight jeans from the beer-induced pressure in the backseat before we got back... Finally the lights turned green and the driver took off again. This time Veronica definitely let out an audible sigh of relief, landing her hands into her lap while stroking her thighs for a moment, never ceasing the clenching of her legs in the process. Sandra turned to her friend and asked if she was alright to which Veronica nodded with clear doubt in her eyes, all soft and round beneath her bangs. Her long hair framed her face beautifully, straggling down in front of her shoulders and tickling her bare neck, exposed by her wide unbuttoned shirt collar. Oh my God, how cute can a girl be? And those jeans! I couldn't help but imagining what it would look, sound and smell like if she suddenly couldn't hold it any longer. Hearing a faint hiss as her lap filled up with desperate urine, simultaneously spreading out underneath her and increasingly dripping from the edge of the seat as she sobbed her way through her embarrassing accident. I felt my chap almost going to town by the mere thought and had to keep very still in order to keep him out of town. Speaking of town, we were now picking up speed on the ringroad as we approached another part of the city. By this pace we would be home in maybe 10 or so minutes. With ramped-up excitement and, let's be honest, mounting disappointment, I kept looking over at Veronica who remained sitting with her palms stroking her thighs, almost as if she was considering shoving them into her crotch for additional holding support. I'm sure she was heavily battling the notion inside her mind by now. Sandra chirped in with some encouragement in passing: "We'll be there in about 10 minutes", she whispered. Veronica whispered back in a barely audible but very distressed and anxious manner, and I couldn't quite make out what she said. I sifted out words like "really bad", "emergency", "find somewhere" from the overall non-audible mumble. Let's just say that it was enough to ramp up my excitement even further. If Veronica was suggesting to her friend to "find somewhere" despite us being so close to home, just how desperate must she be? I prayed in silence that Sandra wouldn't take her up on that idea and stick to her assurance that her poor friend would be able to hold on for just a little bit longer. ------ And then - you totally are not going to believe this because these things only happen in fiction - roadworks. With a diversion. Oh. My. Lord. "Oh yeah," the driver commented, "I had forgot about this. There's a bit of a detour here around this part of town" Veronicas eyes widened in panic. "Might take another 10 or so minutes." OH. MY. LORD. And yes, there is a Lord, and he wants me to witness a beautiful girl wet herself in total despair! "Don't worry, I'll deduct the additional distance from the fee. Obviously, you shouldn't have to pay for unplanned detours." Money was probably the last thing on Veronica's mind right now though. As the driver turned the car onto a sideroad leading us through a residential area, she started to rapidly knock her knees together in frustration. She sat upright, craning her neck as if getting a better view out of the windshield would somehow improve her dire situation. She looked so helpless, so cute and helpless! I was so in love with her right then! I had no idea what route the driver would be forced to take but we were clearly not heading in the general direction towards our side of town at the moment. This was building up to the perfect situation. Please drag it out, driver! Please take the long way home! Please make her piss herself! I need that in my life! I sat resting my head in my left hand with my elbow against the doorpane, doing everything in my might to feign indifference towards the mounting tension inside the car. A couple of minutes into our detour, cruising past a posh neighbourhood consisting mainly of residential houses, Veronica showed no signs of calming down. I noticed her leaning slightly forward, almost as if she was about to finally say something out loud, which I'm sure she was absolutely dying to do by then. She twisted her body sligthly while squeezing one knee over the other as she raised herself off from the seat with her right hand. My mind was spinning, and I bet you anything that hers was as well. I wondered what options she was rallying in her head. Was she considering prompting a stop and then going behind a bush or something? To my delight, we were surrounded only by private properties, but then I wondered if she would actually stoop to ring the doorbell of a random house and ask to borrow their bathroom. It sounded crazy, especially regarding the time of day, but all the same she looked like someone who was seriously running out of dignified options. She sat in that half-forward position, still with her hand propping her up from the seat and with her tight-jeansed legs almost vibrating with desperation. I noticed we were about to exit the residential area, heading for a light industrial zone preceded by some woodland. Sandra was on the phone at the moment with what seemed to be her boyfriend. Meanwhile I watched Veronica carefully, praying that she wouldn't dare to speak up yet as we passed the forested area. As we entered the industrial zone, Sandra was about to wrap up her conversation on the phone, seemingly aware of her friend's growing predicament. As she put away her phone, she whispered something to Veronica who replied with a slight headshake, again with her beautifully helpless eyes peering at Sandra from underneath her cute bangs framing her very distressed face. I looked down on her sexy leather boots, noticing she was alternately crossing her feet over each other and I imagined her curling her toes in absolute desperation beneath the black leather. Sandra seemed to prepare for uttering something when John aptly threw in a passing comment: "Hah! Over there is where I had my first real jag!", he pointed towards some run-down building near the railway that went through this part of town. "Been a while indeed!" "Certainly", Sandra added, obviously not that interested in John's drunken history, "Now..." "Oh damnit!", the driver suddenly spouted as he slowed us down to a halt to the clanging noise of yet another gift from the gods. You better believe it - level crossing. I know, I couldn't fathom my unbelievable luck either. "Good thing the meter is charging by distance rather than time, right?" the driver continued, trying to light up the situation, blissfully oblivious to the fact that there might be much more pressing concerns than money floating around inside this car. And I literally mean both pressing and floating. Veronica responded to the railway stop with for the first time shoving a hand into her crotch before double-crossing her legs over it with a barely audible gasp. She looked absolutely devastated! And the barriers had just gone down, meaning we would be stuck there for several minutes! As we stood waiting for the train to pass, other cars joined us on both sides of the crossing, together with a group of people on the sidewalk. This meant that any potential privacy for Veronica to utilize was all but gone, in case she ever had the intention to dash from the car and pull down her tight jeans and relieve herself by the side of the street. Because by now she looked like she was approaching the level of desperation where that would have been a most plausible option. She sat with double-crossed legs, turning from side to side while looking helplessly around her out the car windows as we waited. It was at least five minutes of seemingly unnecessary waiting before the train finally arrived at the crossing, and even then slowly trudging along at snail's pace. Apparently a freight train, and a long one at that. Veronica did everything within her might not to disclose her utter desperation, but her attempts at concealing her holding attempts were rapidly fading away by now as we waited for the train to pass. Her squirming got more and more pronounced and she shifted her crossed legs one way to the other every 30 seconds or so. Sandra tried to console her poor friend, every now and then exchanging some whispering back-and-forth that I didn't catch. ------ Then finally, after yet another few minutes, the train had passed and the barriers started going up. As the driver set off, Sandra spoke up: "Excuse me, do you think we could stop by a petrol station on the way?", she enquired. My attention peaked. No! Say no! "Why's that?", the driver responded. "We could really use a bathroom back here. Do you mind?" Please say no, please say no, please say no! "We'll be there in about 10 minutes" I added in passing even though it was probably more like 15, trying not to come off as suspiciously eager to keep us from a bathroom on the way. "Surely you can wait until we're home, right?" John filled in, almost as if he was conciously backing up my statement. "I was counting on us being home by now," Sandra interjected, "but then that detour and all. Just a quick stop and then we'll be on our way, yes?" She did her best to put some authoritative weight behind her words. For all I could sense, she was in no need herself but rather trying to cover for her desperate friend. "Alright," the driver replied, "there is a petrol station along the ringroad. We will be arriving on it from the other direction now after the diversion. Just a quick stop though." Needless to say, I was frustrated beyond belief, feverishly hoping for a traffic jam, a flat tyre, the driver making a wrong turn, the police pulling us over, the station being closed, whatever would keep Veronica from getting to a toilet in time! But the gods were no longer watching out for my perverted interests, instead switching their attention to poor desperate Veronica who was only minutes away from finally getting her relief. Oh well, I guess it was just a bit too much to wish for. The cab exited the industrial area and turned onto the ringroad which would eventually lead us to John's place although from the opposite direction. Unfortunately (for me), it would also lead us directly towards the aforementioned petrol station in only a few minutes. This seemingly mundane piece of knowledge kept Veronica on the edge of the seat all the way, sliding back and forth while pinching her legs together. In my head I desperately grabbed hold of any tiny potential obstacle on the way, even the car in front of us that ever so slightly kept our speed down, but of course it didn't do anything in the way of delaying our arrival at the petrol station. Our driver turned onto the concourse in front of the store which - again unfortunately - was open. "Right, you go and do your business, but don't take too long!", the driver announced as he turned the enginge off. As Veronica fumbled open the door, I sat with pounding heart wondering whether or not I should join the girls. I watched Veronica climb out from the backseat and made a special note of scanning her perfect behind with that light denim stretching all over it. It would take but a mere single spurt to show through, not to mention what a full frontal flooding would do to those beautiful curves! I drove myself crazy with my fantasies, but realized they would remain just that - fantasies. Nonetheless, I could at least afford to watch the end of the show, but I had to act fast. "I'm gonna take the opportunity to get myself a drink while we're here anyway", I said, "Be right back." I hasted out of the car and walked towards the store building, catching up with the girls who were already on their way. Veronica walked with her arms tensed up down her sides and her fingers splaining in concentration as she took short, careful steps with her thighs moving back and forth over each other as she walked, almost as if she was walking a tightrope. Oh my God was she hot! I imagined her face at that moment, the desperation and anticipation in her eyes. Her boots clicked stressfully on the concrete, underlining how eager she was to finally get to that toilet before the floodgates opened. The three of us reached the door at the same time and Veronica took the lead with Sandra following her hurried trek well inside the store. "I'm just going to grab a drink, see you outside", I uttered in passing as the girls disappeared down the isle to the far end of the store and behind a corner to where the toilet was marked to be located. I grabbed a Red Bull and went to pay for it, not that I really needed the extra energy, having been sufficiently boosted by the desperate showcase that all the same had just reached an end. Oh well, I guess I'll have to fill in the final bit myself whenever I think back on this cab ride. ------ As I stood in front of the counter and swiped my card to pay for the Bull, I heard hurried footsteps emerge on my left before hearing Sandra's voice: "Excuse me, the toilet is out of order, you don't happen to have a staff toilet we could use?" b-bom b-bom b-bom b-bom "Oh, yeah, sorry about that. We do have one for the staff but I'm not allowed to let customers use it, I'm afraid." b-bom b-bom B-BOM B-BOM B-BOM "It's kind of an emergency, couldn't you make an exception now that the customer restroom is shut? Please?" Sandra argued. The young guy behind the counter shook his head in sympathy, "Sorry, I'd really like to help but I'm just not allowed." BOBOM BOBOM BOBOM BOBOM! My heart was running in circles inside my chest by now. Sandra turned to Veronica who stood all tensed up with her arms folded across her chest while pressing her legs together to the point of shaking, looking almost like she was about to cry. The two girls exchanged whispers I couldn't make out after which Veronica did a quick nervous shake of her head in obvious defeat. I had no idea how to react, or if I even should react. I stood near the counter by the door, waiting in anticipation for what would happen and what would be said, feeling my whole inside tensing up like a clockwork spring. Sandra then turned back to the guy behind the counter: "Look, I don't wish to cause you any trouble or anything, but it really is an emergency. She really needs a toilet." She needs a toilet, and if she doesn't get it, she's going to wet herself!!! "You couldn't check with the manager if it's alright to make an exception, could you? Please?" The guy hesitated for a moment. I held my breath. Then he replied "I'm alone here right now, I could've tried to call the station manager but it's half past one and he's definitely asleep by now. Really can't risk it, I'm sorry." Veronica bent down ever so slightly with one knee pressing over the other while her pleading desperate eyes almost teared up in horror. Oh dear Lord, she's so beatiful! She's so fucking beautiful right now! The most beautiful girl in the world standing in front of me, about to piss herself and not being allowed to use the toilet! There is a god, and he wants it to happen and he wants me to see it! Still, I had to at least try to act like a normal human being in spite of almost convulsing with excitement. "We are only a few minutes from where we're going", I said, again trying to sound as casual as possible, perhaps a bit too casual, "Let's go, surely you can wait until then?", I added, trying to look concerned for Veronica, but still hoping that she wouldn't be able to wait. I held open the door as if to urge the girls out of the store and back into the cab. "Ok, let's hurry. Come on, Veronica, it's not far.", Sandra said, dragging poor desperate and unrelieved Veronica with her past me holding the door. Veronica stumbled forward in small, small steps and I heard her faintly sobbing as she passed me by. I'm not a total jerk; I did feel genuinely sorry for her, imagining the immense pressure that only beer can bring building up inside her with nowhere to go but into her jeans in case she didn't find anywhere soon. ------ The three of us filed into the backseat, with me about to comment on the proceedings when Sandra sternly prompted the driver: "Let's get going immediately! They didn't have a working toilet and Veronica really needs to go. Please do hurry!" ...before she has an accident! I added in my head. I so wanted her to say it out loud. Not nearly as much though, as I wanted it to happen before we reached our destination, which more and more seemed like a real possibility by the minute. As the driver sped out of the concourse and back onto the ringroad, Veronica sat grinding herself back and forth on the seat, whimpering every now and then to no one in particular: "Please..... please hurry.... oh please.... I'm about to explode....". Now that the cat was out of the bag, she apparently didn't care as much about concealing her utter desperation in front of the rest of us. We approached yet another red light crossing just as it changed to yellow. You know exactly what I hoped for. "Don't stop, it's still not red, step on the gas!", John persuaded the driver as we approached the junction at speed. Shut up, John! I hate you! But of course, neither John nor the driver seemed particularily enthusiastic about the prospect of Veronica totally flooding herself in the backseat. I know, what's wrong with these guys anyway? Thus, we whizzed by the traffic lights just as they changed to red, shaving off yet another minute from Veronica's despair and adding to the possibility that she will make it after all. Damn and blast! We sped along the ringroad for another five minutes, all the while Veronica sat with her bum sliding up and down the backseat while she held onto the front seat backrest, her legs constantly rubbing against each other, her feet occasionally stomping on the floor, occasionally trampling on each other. She was almost crying by now, looking so very very afraid, almost like someone being held at gunpoint fearing for their life. She was constantly turning her pretty head looking all around her, now out of the side window, now at the driver, now at Sandra, now out through the windscreen, now even at me briefly, but never able to focus on anything. Finally we turned onto a sideroad leading us to John's and Sandra's neighbourhood. Only a few more streets. Sandra stroke her poor friend on the shoulder, trying to reassure her that they were almost there and that she would make it. Veronica looked back at Sandra with tears in her eyes running down her soft cheeks, her hair straggling down her wide open shirt collar and sticking to her bare neck now sweaty from her desperate struggle, whimpering in the cutest of voices: "...I can't wait... I really can't wait any longer! It's gonna happen... oh god, please no!!!" As if hit by the sheer weight of the significance of her newly uttered words, Veronica suddenly lent forward, grabbing the backrest like it was a branch from which she was hanging herself in order not to fall while her other hand shot to her crotch. "No.... oh no... nononono...!!!!" she gasped in total horror. "Please hurry!", Sandra implored the driver, "She's gonna have an accident! She's wetting herself!!" I almost fainted when Sandra said that. I had to sit absolutely rock still; the slightest touch of my chap and I would unload my built-up excitement all around my gentlemen's area. I looked over at Veronica who sat equally rock still for more or less the same reason, only her load would cause absolutely massive devastation by multiple magnitudes in comparison. I sat waiting for the hissing to commence from beneath her hand and the tightly stretched denim. The cab turned onto John's street. Just a few blocks left now. Veronica remained frozen in her forward, sniffling between breaths, all red in the face, looking straight ahead, visibly counting the seconds now. "Ah....haaaaaaah... hhaaAAAAAAAHH!!!! No - no - no - no....!!!!!" She panicked yet again, digging her hand even deeper into her crotch, if at all possible, while absolutely tying herself into a knot. I held my breath, still waiting for the hiss... "John, " Sandra then enquired, "Which floor do you live on?" "First floor. Why?" he replied. "Could she please use your bathroom? I live on the top floor and there's no way Veronica's going to make it up the stairs now!" Oh no, don't let her! "Sure thing, no problem at all." I HATE YOU, JOHN! I mean, obviously I don't, but at that very moment I honestly could have killed him. Why can't I have this? She's so close to the edge, just that one last push, please? Please? "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou, oh god, thank you!!!!" Veronica managed to gasp while rocking back and forth to hold back the massive ocean just a few more moments. She would still have to walk from the car to the building and climb a half level of stairs to John's front door though. It's not over until it's over. I also realized that if Veronica would try and make it up the stairs to Sandra's flat, I wouldn't be able to follow and behold the possible tsunami raining down her tight jeans anyway, not under any passable pretense at least. Tagging along to John's flat on the other hand was perfectly adequate. Still, I needed a good excuse and I whacked my brain in trying to come up with something. However all this would turn out, I sure as hell wasn't going to miss the finale! "I'll come along inside with you, John, if you don't mind." I dared interject just as the cab slowed down in front of the block, "I could really use a glass of water" "Alright, we can have that arranged, sir." he replied. Thanks for the ticket, mate! All that's lacking now are the fireworks. Or waterworks rather. Explosion nonetheless. Just as the car ground to a halt, Veronica immediately started fumbling for the opening handle for a couple of seconds before managing to swing open the door. She carefully turned rightward, never letting go of her hand from her crotch, preparing to raise herself up from the seat and onto the ground. I watched her light jeans stretching over her bottom as closely as I dared as she stumbled onto her feet outside the cab door. "I'll take care of the bill so that you can get inside right away, we'll sort the splitting out afterwards, okay?", Sandra meanwhile proclaimed, clearly doing everything to get her poor friend onto a toilet as soon as possible. I on the other hand, was desperately trying to figure out a way to do the exact opposite, but was fresh out of ideas of how to delay things further without showing my perverted deck of cards. "Come on then!" John said before walking briskly to the front door. He entered the door code to prepare for Veronica who was supporting herself on the open back door of the car, standing half-crouched with her legs double-crossed and her hand still in between them. She stood lightly bobbing up and down for a few seconds before stumbling her way towards the front door. Her steps were so tiny and desperate, her feet virtually never ceasing contact as she weaved them around each other treading forward, still in that half-bent over position. I walked beside her as if watching out for her in her desperate struggle, and part of me was honest-to-God doing so. Still, the remaining possibility to witness what could be a perfect accident kept me in a tight grip. "Almost there," I said to her in passing, "Are you alright?" She shook her head hopelessly as she stumbled forward, her boots stressfully tapping against the ground, tears streaking down her red face and her straggled hair dangling in front of her in tandem with her forward movements. As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, crossed her legs the other way and bent down while leaning onto the opened door. "Ah! Aaah! AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!" And I thought I was lucky being in a car with her. Now I was standing right beside her, taking in her ultra-tight jeans straining over her legs and bottom as she bent down, totally twisting her legs around each other. Please happen, oh God, please happen! It couldn't get any more perfect than this if it happened now! Seeing the uring forcing itself out through the light denim as she desperately tries to hold it back with her leg twisting and bending down! But it didn't happen. Somehow, she managed to retain her control, but it was as clear as day that her remaining seconds were counted. John, ALWAYS the gentleman, spared no time in rushing up the half-flight of stairs to his door, unlocking it for Veronica. Meanwhile, she flew up the stairs in one single sprint before halting again once having conquered them, leaning against the wall in that same bent-over leg-twisted position, only a couple of meters from John's now open front door. "...I can't.... it... too late.... oh no... it's coming.... it's gonna.... no.... please....no...." she panted, utterly devastated, tears beginning to overflow her eyes as she started to seriously cry in total defeat. "Come on! The toilet is right across my hallway, hurry!" John tried to encourage her. "No... oh no..... nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!" Veronica cried, slowly sinking down with her braided legs wrapped around each other, evermore increasing the pressure against each other and the strain of the light fabric as she bent them. Her face displayed the utmost horror. I watched. I listened. I waited. This is it. I'm finally going to get it! She is going to - "AAAAAH!!!!!" she screamed before freeing herself from her bent-over shackle, stumbling forward in the most desperate rush I'll probably ever witness. She ran with incredibly rapid tiny steps through John's front door and across his hallway, desperately scissoring her legs around each other while keeping one hand pressed into her crotch and the other stretched out for the toilet door. I watched her desperate rush from behind and sure enough - a dark pattern emerged on her bottom, creeping outwards along the cresases in the tightly stretched denim as well as up her buttcrack for the mere handful of seconds it took for her to reach the bathroom! She slammed the door shut and I heard some rustling before she let out an involuntary moan, faintly audible through the closed bathroom door together with a massive gusher hitting the water in the bowl. "Oh my, that was one desperate girl!" John commented, with me meekly nodding in agreement. I know I should be thankful for what I got, and I did indeed get a lot. Still, I couldn't help thinking about how wonderful it would have been to behold her losing it during those last few seconds, standing in the doorway halfway to the bathroom and totally drenching her tight jeans in such a desperate gushing flood while haplessly crying her eyes out in embarrassment and defeat. But I knew of course that it was only right that she was allowed to finally make it, even if barely. She was such a sweet girl after all, and didn't deserve to have a devastating accident among unknown guys, especially a closet perv like myself. "Go and get your water, you know where the glasses are." John continued, "I'm going outside to meet up with Sandra." And so I did, entering the kitchen next to the bathroom and poured myself some water. I definitely wasn't lying about needing it, with my mouth having all but totally dried out from the ever-mounting excitement I just had lived through. As I stood in the kitchen, I heard Veronica's hissing still going on on the other side of the wall, echoing inside the bathroom with the heavy splashing into the water underlining even further just how incredibly desperate she was. And it went on for at least a couple of minutes! I was totally overwhelmed with all kinds of emotions; arousal, sympathy, satisfaction, incredible disappointment, hollowness, embarrassment, fascination, and a very profound attraction towards this now very relieved girl, finally able to empty her massive reservoir under reasonably dignified circumstances. I wasn't exaggerating when I referred to her as the most beautiful girl in the world earlier; she was pretty to begin with, but somehow her dire emergency together with her shyness and ultimate realization just how much in danger she was of totally soak herself in front of us put her way up on a high pedestal in my twisted brain. Almost as if her at the last moment depriving me of watching her having that massive accident was somehow an avatar of a woman so beautiful and perfect you know she will always be beyond your reach. Meanwhile, as her massive gusher finally faded out, I remained in the kithcen, topping up myself with some much-needed water, trying to bring myself back to earth and into reality. Veronica remained in the bathroom for a while, probably sorting out what damage her clothes might have received as she obviously had started pissing before reaching the toilet... oh God, only thinking about her desperate sprint and the pee starting to come out into her tight jeans... if only the handle would have been stuck or come off or... no, buck up, bucko! She made it and that's a good thing! Imagine having to face her being totally hapless and devastated and crying her eyes out, this was all for the better! I convinced myself that it was worth having even a perfect accident snatched away from me to not have the night out partly in my company ending up being one of her worst memories ever. I'm sure it was embarrassing enough as it was. John and Sandra returned not long after, and eventually Veronica came out from the bathroom, looking relieved but very sheepish. I refrained from zoning in on her jeans, but I did catch a glimpse of a damp pattern around her crotch area, especially visible from the back. Sandra hugged her friend and asked if she was alright to which Veronica nodded before addressing John in unadulterated gratitude: "Thank you, thank you so much for letting me in here! I was so desperate, I would never have made it if you hadn't let me use your bathroom!" she owned up. Like there was any hesitation for anyone in her vicinity during those last critical moments. "Don't mention it, good thing you made it!" John casually replied, "Your friend here should think twice before opting for the top floor though. Next time I might not be at home!", he continued, teasingly nudging Sandra. "You're right", Sandra responded, "It was all my fault for living at the top! Anyone up for a nightcap?" she then enquired, now that the tension was gone. "I'm actually bone-tired, I was thinking of heading straight to bed now, if you don't mind" John replied. I would have been up for some further socializing but felt kinda awkward by the thought of hanging out alone with two girls I just had acquainted, so I decided to announce my leaving for the night. It turned out that Veronica lived just a few blocks away in my general direction, so it was only natural that I walked her home. We talked quite extensively along the way, now that she was back to normal after the ordeal, and she turned out to be a very nice girl indeed and I could sense that the feeling was mutual. Now, as much as I would have loved to watch her totally piss her tight jeans after her prolonged wait, what ensued was probably a way better outcome in the long run.
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    Vtubers often stream for hours on end, chugging Gamer suppliments and ignoring the call of nature~ Breezy, one of those gals, barely made it in time!
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    Pinkie Pie & Rarity were in the city visiting various shops when an sudden urge for a bathroom distracts the party girl and the fashionista. They needed to pee badly as the bottles of water and iced teas they drank earlier filled their bladders to the bursting points. However finding open bathrooms were as hassle for Pinkie, as most ended up occupied and for Rarity, she opted not using public bathrooms because she found them gross. In the end, it got harder to resist the pee urgency, and Pinkie Pie couldn't hold any longer and peed all over herself in her skirt. Rarity really had to pee now, but slowly was losing control and seeing Pinkie Pie peeing herself was too much for her bladder. The sight of piss flooding down Pinkie's legs, wetting her skirt and soaking her boots was enough for Rarity's bladder to explode, gushing pee all over her legs uncontrollably. Pinkie Pie, now witnessing her friend having an accident in front of her let out a laugh as Rarity peed in her skirt, flooded her beautiful legs and soaked her boots. Forgetting her own humiliation from her wetting accident, Pinkie took time to cheer Rares up, who was devastated from her wet accident in a public place, A lady peeing herself like that. but Pinkie was able to help cheer her up. Rarity blushed profusely as she calmed herself and gave herself a little giggle, thanks to Pinkie. They walked home to Rarity's house (their boots squishing with pee as the walked), then clean themselves up for the night's sleep over with the other girls.
  9. So I don't normally post any stories but I was really inspired by @peehour, wherever he is now, as I truly enjoyed his stories, writing style, characters and themes. Since his stories have all been removed (if anyone has them, please share them again as they were fun reads) and I'm eagerly waiting to read more from other wonderful writers here, @knockonthedoor (The Family Habit and I Think My Boss Needs to Pee) and @pinkelpeter (The Omorashi Missionary and The Hannah Chronicles). I decided to give a go at it, but unfortunately my writing isn't at a level I am proud of, so I've used AI to help create the story. I wanted to create a story of a girl having an accident at first but learning to love it and doing it on purpose afterwards. Yeah I'm a sucker for girls wearing certain clothing items. I don't expect this will be a hit but I also suspect that the AI developers will likely start blocking stories like this in the future (I'm definitely flagged for making the AI test adult themes), so I want to take advantage of it while I can. And because the AI doesn't allow explicit content, the story ends up being tame in nature but I was still impressed, even though there are signs of my own writing being passed through and repetition from the lack of data on the AI's part. DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are fictional (regardless of names or who you think they may be inspired by), the situations are fictional, and the output is done by AI. I will not show the prompts I used to generate the story since that causes confusion but I hope you enjoy the story as much as I did. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Story of Tisha - Chapter 1 - Tisha's Traffic Accident Tisha was a young, petite and slender Asian woman with long black hair and piercing brown eyes. She was dressed in a white blouse, paired with light blue skinny jeans that hugged her curves perfectly. She had on a pair of knee high black leather boots, which made her feel confident and stylish as she walked around the office. It was a Friday afternoon and Tisha was eager to start her weekend. She packed up her belongings and headed towards the door, filling up her water bottle on the way out. As she got in her car and started driving home, she didn't expect to run into heavy traffic. As she sat in the car, Tisha drank her water to pass the time. But as she continued to drink, she started to feel the need to pee. Tisha had never had an accident as an adult and she didn't want to start now. She tried to hold it for as long as she could, but with no exits in sight and no places to stop, she was running out of options. As a last resort, Tisha allowed herself to leak a little pee in order to relieve the pressure. This helped for a little while, but her need to pee only continued to increase. She started to lose control, releasing a little more than she intended with each squeeze of her bladder. She could feel the wetness spreading in her jeans, and when she looked down, she saw a dark wet spot on the crotch of her light blue jeans. Tisha hoped that she would make it home in time, but as the traffic showed no signs of moving, she knew she was running out of time. She clamped her legs together tight, trying her best to hold it. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel as she clenched every muscle in her body to hold it in. But it was no use. Her pee came out in pulses until it became an uncontrollable stream, wetting her jeans and filling her lap with warmth. Tisha felt a mix of shame and another feeling she couldn't quite describe as she realized she had accidentally wet herself. But at the same time, she felt a sense of relief that the pressure had finally been released. She looked down at her jeans, now completely soaked with pee, and the large puddle between her legs. Tisha didn't want to stop at any public bathrooms to hide what she had done, so she decided to drive until she was home. But less than half an hour later, her need to pee was back and stronger than ever. She blamed herself for drinking so much water and squeezed her legs together again, fighting the urge to pee. But she knew it was pointless to hold it any longer. She gave up and let herself pee in her jeans again, feeling relieved as the warm liquid filled her lap and pooled between her thighs. As she drove the rest of the way home, Tisha couldn't help but feel a hint of excitement at the thought of purposely wetting herself. She brushed it off, eager to get home and change into dry clothes. But deep down, she knew that this was a feeling she would have to explore further.
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  11. I'm a huge fan of tall boots, especially wearing them while wetting. I love the classy/cool look that boots bring to an outfit and how pee streams down my jeans and into them, with no escape. I guess the biggest turn-off would be cleaning the insides or potentially ruining them, but it just doesn't stop me. I've browsed around on here for a bit and have found no-one else who really seems to enjoy it as much as I do. It also seems like most wetting models avoid boots as well, and favour sneakers or normal high heels. I guess I'm trying to say, if you've never done a jeans and boots wetting before, I highly recommend it at least once ^^
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    Sunset Shimmer was rushing out of school at the end of the day, because the school's girls' bathroom were not working again. During the day, She and the rest of her friends all decide to try holding their urges in until they got home, when the final bells rung and school let out, all the girls went to their houses/apartments to relieve themselves in the privacy of their bathrooms. But, Sunset, however, ended up not so lucky. She had been stuck in public traffic walking home, crossing crowded streets and trying her best to make it, but right at the very stretch of reaching her apartment on the sidewalk, Spurts of pee enter her panties and legging as poor Sunset loses control! It's too late! Pee jets across the back of her blue leggings, spreading fast down her legs flooding both of her boots! She pees herself uncontrollably until her entire outfit is soaked with piss and her boots are filled. Sunset was so humiliated because of her once again, not making it to the bathroom. Sunset feels like Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy keep their urges in control a lot more tight than her. Eventually, she calms down and rushes get herself home without anymore onlookers see the pee accident she made. She later showers herself, changes outfits and switches into fresh clothes and shoes.
  13. Hi again, I'm back here sooner than I expected. To get to the point, I just did my second public wetting, and made use of some of the advice I received on here (tysm btw ^^). The plan for this wetting was to be a bit riskier than my first one; I decided to do a five minute walk from my house and back at nighttime. I also planned to wet myself at my very start of the walk, which I wanted to try doing while walking. For what I wore, I decided on the same dark blue jeans from my first public wetting instead of black jeans (I figured since I had already done it once in dark blue and gotten away with it, I may as well do it again) and also a pair of black leather knee high boots, which as opposed to OTK boots, would show off more of the jeans. Lastly was a coat which could cover up my crotch if I got cold feet and wanted to stop. I expected to run into at least one person, most likely two or even three. I felt this to be adequately risky enough. I started drinking water about 3 hours before I planned to leave since I wanted to be desperate enough to pee while walking, and I also took the time to plastic wrap the insides of my boots again for protection's sake. I was pretty excited to get going after the rush from my first public wetting a week prior, and finally the time came. I had my outfit on, and was pretty desperate to pee. I was already jigging around as I left the house, and could feel my heart pounding hard as it had the first time. I wanted to try to wet while walking first, which is a lot easier said than done in practice. I took the advice I had read which was to match my breathing to my walking and just relax. As I started walking, I did try just this and it partially worked. I let out only a tiny bit but I just couldn't push any further despite being so desperate. I guess it's a thing that needs a lot of practice to just allow it all to flow out. I decided to walk a bit further up the road away from the nearby houses so I could safely wet myself and then continue. This time was quite a bit easier than before, and it probably helped that I was considerably more desperate. I looked down at my jeans as the wet pattern nicely grew from my crotch and sunk down my thighs, to my knees and into my boots. A bit of it was dripping onto the pavement, as expected, and created a few splashes, but nothing too big. It felt so nice to get it all out of me, and so naughty to be doing it in the open ☺️. The pattern was very visible to me, but I fully trusted the idea that people that passed me would not notice. Now for the best part; the wet walk. I continued on my walk, jeans wet, and was able to carry myself much more confidently. My stride felt much more secure and normal as opposed to last time where I was so paranoid. Of course, I hadn't run into anyone yet so I had to wait and see. I still had quite a stretch to walk before rounding the next corner, and there I saw my first person. He was still quite a distance from me, so I could mentally prepare to pass him. I wasn't so afraid this time, but I could feel my heart pounding again. As we finally approached, we made brief eye contact before passing each other like normal. He didn't even bat an eye at my crotch. Relief! For a while, everything continued like normal. I occasionally glanced down at my legs to view the wet pattern and was very happy with myself. I almost made it back to my house before I encountered one more person, which made me a bit more paranoid than I would've hoped. It was someone I knew. Now it wasn't one of my friends, thank god, who would no doubt notice that I had pissed my pants and would make fun of me till the day I died, but it was one of my elderly neighbours who was taking the trash out. Why he decided to empty their trash in the middle of the night, I do not know. His lights and TV were on so he definitely hadn't settled down for the night. But anyway, I knew him and he noticed me as I was passing. Then he started talking to me. Great 🙃. Now thankfully, being very old, he was blissfully unaware of my wet jeans. I did also cross my legs over to hide it a bit just in case. The heart pounding started up again as well, just to make me extra paranoid of the situation. He seemed to be in a good mood though, and asked what I was doing out, to which I said I was just "getting some air and clearing my mind" 😇. We talked for another 30 seconds-ish and by the end of the chat, I almost forgot about my jeans being soaked. This was the last encounter I had on the walk and was so surprised that it went off according to plan. Now sure, both that guy and my neighbour might have actually noticed the wet jeans and were being nice, but I'd rather be blissfully ignorant and say I got away with it. I made it home, got my laptop and started writing this (while still in wet jeans and boots) which hopefully you enjoyed reading. I want to thank everyone who gave advice as well, I really appreciate it and it made this so much easier to pull off. I'll probably enjoy these jeans for a bit more then go to bed ^^
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  15. Hi there, about an hour ago (depending on when I finish typing all this), I just had my first public wetting experience. Sorry if this is poorly written, I'm not a great writer 😅. To preface before I get into the story, I'm not comfortable uploading pictures or anything as I'm still very new to engaging with this community and have spent most of my time as a lurker, both on this site and others. So sorry to disappoint if that's what you came here for. To help with your imagination of the event, I'll just give some basic details about my appearance: I'm white, above average female height, slim/muscular build and have short blonde hair. After making a couple posts on here, I started talking with a couple people in DMs who were curious about my wetting habits, and public wetting came up as a topic. I'd never considered doing anything in public which was more than just being contained to my panties, but to keep it short, I was inspired (?) to do something a bit outside my comfort zone. I wanted to do my first public wetting, and the plan was to do it at night, wearing black jeans + a coat to cover up in case the nerves got to me. I was just going to take a quick walk to the bus stop, which is two minutes from my house, do the deed and then walk back. Simple. So today was the day I had planned, and I already had the idea of what I was going to wear: tight black jeans, black OTK boots, and a coat which would be long enough to cover up just in case. I started filling up on water about 2-3 hours beforehand and also spent some time layering my boots' insides with cling film/plastic wrap to prevent damage. It's a bit flimsy, but it was better than nothing. Now when the time came to get into my outfit of choice, I realised something a bit daunting: both my pairs of black jeans were in the wash still. This was a bit of a hitch, but I wasn't about to bail when I had done the setup already. I instead chose the darkest pair of blue jeans I had, which showed pee only a bit more visibly, but would be fine in the dark (hopefully). I quietly left my house as to not wake any of my neighbours and set out to the bus stop. Despite the advice I had been given, I was shaking with nervousness, but also excitement. Being semi-desperate to pee really didn't help the shaking either 😅. I was definitely having trouble walking straight. After a long two minute walk (probably longer), I made it to the bus stop. As I live in a small town/village, the buses don't run late so it was just me. I had to take a seat to get myself together before doing anything. I tightly crossed my legs and looked left and right, checking if anyone was coming. No people, no cars, just me. I slowly stood up and leant against the stop, and relaxed myself a bit. I decided it was time. I stood up straight and tried to let some out, but my body was fighting me a little bit, as it knew what I was going to do. My heart was pounding, but I persisted. After some seconds, I felt some pee slowly trickle out of me before stopping. I looked down and my jeans were still dry, it was just in my panties. I relaxed again and let some more out. I could then feel a warmth around my crotch. I looked down and saw a slight wet spot. Then for the last time, I relaxed, pushed a bit and it began gently flowing into my jeans without stopping. I looked down as I was wetting and could see the pattern growing on the front of my jeans. I saw the stream travel down my legs and disappear into my boots, where I felt it creep down to my ankles and moisten my socks. After about 10 or 12 seconds, surprisingly, I was done. I guess the nerves made me think I was more desperate than I really was 🤨. There was only a few drops on the pavement, and I shook my boot around a little, and couldn't feel much at all in there. Less cleaning for me, I guess 😊 I didn't really know what to do with myself after, I just kind of admired my jeans a bit before deciding to walk home. However, this is where things get interesting. As I began walking back, I saw someone walking towards me. We were quite a distance away still, but this was the scenario I was dreading. I didn't immediately recognise him and he didn't emerge from my street, so I could assume he wouldn't recognise me. The stretch where we would pass by each other didn't have any street lights, so my wet jeans would be less visible. I had calmed myself down a bit now and wasn't shaking, although my heart has struck up again. My head was telling me to cover up my jeans with my coat, but my heart wanted me to keep my jeans revealed, so I took the advice I had read on here and walked more confidently/normally. As we went to pass each other, I didn't notice his head or eyes move down to my crotch, and before I knew it, it was over. I was so relieved, but also felt so naughty for what I had done. I had just fully pissed my pants, in public, and walked past someone in fully wet jeans without breaking a sweat. I enjoyed that stroll home, and kept glancing down at my jeans. I felt a strange sense of accomplishment as I walked in a confident stride, in fully wet jeans. To some of you more experienced wetters who can do this in broad daylight in front of people without a care, I probably sound so dramatic, but I really was so paranoid about this 😂. To some of you, it's probably arguable about whether this was even "public" since there was no-one around to even see. It doesn't matter though, I'm proud of myself ☺️. The first thing I thought to do when I got home was to get my laptop and type this up, while still in my wet jeans and boots, so here I am ^^ As to whether I'll do this again, probably yes, but not for a while. I feel that this is as daring as I want to get with this kink (at least for now). I thoroughly enjoyed the experience though, and I hope you enjoyed reading. I think I'll stay in my clothes for a while longer, then go to bed ^^
  16. I was recommended to try this for when I next do a casual wetting so here I am. I got the urge to pee a while ago and decided to do a wetting on impulse. I've changed into my blue jeans and a pair of knee high boots. I'm at 7 or 8 out of 10 and can probably hold for another hour or so. I might've been too late to start but oh well.
  17. It was around 10:30 on a Saturday night when Undyne and Alphys arrived at a local bar for a concert and some drinks. Undyne was super excited as her favorite punk band, Red Herring, was going to be performing there tonight. Alphys one the other hand found the music a little course and crass for her taste but still enjoyed spending quality time with her girlfriend of 2 year, Undyne. "I'm gonna go get us some beers alright, you get us a sport in the pit alright!" Undyne said excitedly . "I'm not a big alcohol person babe. get me something lighter.." Alphys replied. "uh like what do you got in mind?" Undyne said in a mocking tone. "uh.. i don't know.. that strawberry cocktail looks yummy.." Alphys replied timidly. Alphys had always tried to stay away from alcohol as ever since she first tried it on the surface, she realized it gave her, in casual terms "the shits." Something about her monster stomach did not appreciate alcohol very much. As today was her first time at a bar in a while however, she decided to get a low alcohol strawberry cocktail and sip it slowly throughout the night so as to not give herself stomach problems in the middle of the concert. Undyne on the other hand loved alcohol and was always seen as the life of the party wherever there were drinks available. Undyne strutted up to the bar feeling on top of the world, her big black combat boots clanking on the tiles as she walked. she smiled at the skinny man running the bar. "one beer for me and uh that strawberry cocktail for the little lady." she said looking back at her blushing girlfriend. "Happy Blooday huh!" said the man looking at Undyne's black band t-shirt. "oh uh yeah! hehe!" said Undyne. "Yeah that's been my favorite Red Herring album for a long time!" replied the man. "Yeah mine too, I'm really excited for tonight!" undyne said with a toothy grin on her face. "Anyways, here's your drink, mam! Enjoy the concert!" said the friendly man as he handed the drinks to Undyne. Enjoy the concert she did and even Alphys was having a good time! Once the concert ended it was around 12 o’clock, Undyne and Alphys stayed at the bar for a while enjoying each other's company. Undyne finished her fourth bottle of beer and the man at the bar was pretty impressed. "Never seen someone drink 4 in a row and not get tipsy" said the barkeep as he cleaned a glass with a nervous smile. "Yea, I have a pretty high alcohol tolerance," said Undyne with a cheeky smirk. "I do think it's starting to hit me now, '' Undyne said giggling. "How you doin Alph?" said undyne "This strawberry thing was pretty good actually!" replied Alphys "Welp anyways I think it's time we head home before the alcohol really kicks in!" Undyne said looking at her phone. At around 1:30 Alphys and Undyne left the bar and took a cab back to their apartment as they were both a little tipsy. "What do you wanna do when we get home? '' said Undyne as she rode the elevator up to the third floor of the apartment building. "I-I don't know, we can watch some tv and um... cuddle?" Alphys replied cutely "sounds like fun to me!" Undyne giggled as the elevator doors creaked open. Once back at their apartment the pair decided to sit down on their couch and watch some cheesy cooking shows in each other's arms. After about 45 minutes of watching the show Undyne heard a wet little sound followed by a rather unpleasant smell hitting her nose. Alphys jolted up and grabbed her stomach as it gurgled. "o-oh jeez.. I gotta go bad" she said sheepishly "I can tell Alph!" said Undyne, Plugging her nose. It had seemed like the alcohol had finally remembered it was in Alphys's stomach as it began to gurgle something awful. She grabbed he hole as it started spewing out toxic gas as she ran to the bathroom. Undyne waved her hand around and plugged her nose as she giggled at the sight of her gassy, nerdy girlfriend. Undyne laid on the couch for a few more minutes after Alphys left to "take care of business" before falling into a hazy sleep. Undyne awoke about 3 hour later at around 5 o'clock. she turned to her left and Alphys was not there next to her. "she must have taken a shower and gone to bed" mumbled Undyne in a hazy state. as she leaned up from the couch she was hit with a pulsing pain in her abdomen. The 4 beers she had drank hours earlier had finally been processed in her body and were now making themselves known. she pulled up her band shirt and unlocked her belt that had been pressing on her bulging bladder, so as to not pee herself right then and there. Undyne got up quickly and waddled to the single bathroom in the pair's apartments, clutching her crotch so as to not lose control on the way. Undyne arrived at the bathroom and realized that the light was on, which she thought was odd. Her and Alphys were very good about turning off lights they are not using to cut back on power bills. Then she heard it, loud snoring and an anime on autoplay. Her girlfriend had fallen asleep on the toilet which she had done before, but now it's serious. Alphys was an especially heavy sleeper and an even heavier sleeper under the influence of alcohol and Undyne knew this. However she still attempted to get her girlfriend to wake up by banging on the door, but to Undyne's dismay, her girlfriend didn't budge, let alone acknowledge her presence at the bathroom door at all. Undyne started to weigh the options in her head, she knew she could not make it to the bathroom in the apartments lobby in time and she knew it would be insanely rude to knock on her neighbors door this late at night to use their bathroom of all things. she decided to try and wake Alphys again, banging on the door even harder this time around but to no avail. she began to knock on the bathroom door with both of her hands but then felt a hot spurt of urine into her pants. she gasped and forced her urethra closed and placed her hand back on her crotch. "Alphys please I-I need to Ngh!'' Undyne said too desperate to even formulate a complete thought. After about 20 more minutes of standing outside the bathroom door, she felt as if her body was filled up with urine up to her eye. Then she felt another spurt in her boxers, this one stronger than the last. She was past the point of no return and knew that if she tried to move from the spot outside the bathroom door where she was standing, she would surely lose control! she continued banging on the door, squirming and squealing as the spurts became more and more frequent. a visible wet spot had now formed on Undyne's pants as well and the warmth in her pants just made her want to release even more, almost as if her body was playing tricks on her. Undyne cried out as a large spurt began to form into a steady stream in her pants. She knew she had lost the battle but was overcome with relief. she lifted her hands from her crotch as her face became beet red. The stream poured down her pants and began to pool in her boots. not even here boots could contain all the urine however as they began to overflow causing a pool of dark yellow alcoholic piss to form on the floor. After about 3 minutes of a consistent stream Undyne fell to the ground, Undyne the Undying had just pissed her pants. She sat there for a few moments in embarrassment panting like a dog, covered in sweat. Once the embarrassment subsided however Undyne began to feel something she thought she would never feel in a situation like this, arousal. The warmth of the urine in her pants and boots actually felt good to her in the moment, and the smell, although rather unpleasant, activated something in her head. she unzipped her pants fully and reach into her soggy underwear, grazing her bright red pubic hair on the way down. her pussy felt moister than it had ever felt before and her clit was red and bulging. Although she was slightly grossed out, her lust overwhelmed her rational thoughts. She slipped off her leather jacket and threw it behind her and took off her boots and placed them next to her as well. she then began to prime her clitoris by rubbing it slightly, she then started to go faster. she drove her other hand into her pussy and began thrusting it wildly, moaning and grunting as she did so. Although it felt wrong to enjoy she was nevertheless enjoying herself more than she had in a long while. After about 10 minutes of rhythmic stroking and thrusting, Undyne finally reached climax, falling backward into the puddle of piss she created. She sat there, in her own sweat and filth twitching, and panting on the tile floor. as she came back to her senses, she was no longer disgusted and embarrassed, quite frankly she was happy that this had happened and had enjoyed this new experience. "I better get cleaned up as best I can before alphys wakes up" Undyne said, looking at her watch. It was just about 6 o'clock and the sun had just begun rising. She grabbed her clothes and scurried to the bedroom to get cleaned up the best she can before Alphys gets out of the bathroom. Undyne had always been the best at making the best out of bad situations and tonight was no exception! Authors notes time! Thank you for reading to the end of this Fic! before you say anything, yes this a rewrite of a fic of the same name I did last month that I was not super happy with originally, therefore I decided to rewrite it! I must say I am a lot happier with this version and I hope you enjoy it as well! I have got a couple ideas in my head for various fandom based fics as well so stay tuned, it really depends on how horny I am lol! Also added some mild farting stuff into this version because that tickles my fancy!
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    Rarity found herself needing to pee really badly after school. She held it in all day and refused to use their washrooms because she found them unsanitary; now Rarity was super desperate as her peeing needs finally caught up with her. Eventually, she decided it was too much for her to hold it in anymore, and she gave up control of her bladder, peeing on herself in her dress. She kept a smile on her face as she enjoyed the long relief of her pee streaming down all over her legs and soaking her boots. A lady like Rarity wetting herself, was nothing new to her. It was very unladylike even for her, but it always felt amazing. She peed endlessly for an entire minute until her stream was finally finished. No one really paid attention to Rarity's incontinence, so she wasn't overly embarrassed. Rarity looked down at herself and softly chuckled at herself. Feeling better, She finally walks back home to her house. Her boots were soaked and making squelching noises with each step being full of pee.
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    A slight hesitation to ask for a hall pass during school has Rarity's little sister refusing to want to the bathroom out of fearing she will lose the pass and not being able to find afterwards when she was done. Sweetie Belle eventually couldn't hold the urge to pee in anymore and she ends peeing on herself in her clothes! (much to her shock) The only thing she do now is resist breaking into tears as Sweetie lose control and soaks her dress, filling up her boots with pee and leaving both her socks in wet urine. When she was finished, she ran to the bathrooms to hide herself. After a while, AppleBloom, Scootaloo, and Rarity found Sweetie Belle, (slightly dried, but smelling of pee) and took her to the nurse's office to get her some spare clothes and weren't very angry of the incontinence she made. Just snickering but being sympathetic in the end of the day.
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    AJ was at EquestriaLand with all her friends while visiting Rarity at her Summer Job. But, Applejack had forgotten to use the bathroom before going to the theme park and stubbornly convinced herself she could hold it. However, the pressure during her time there was eventually was too much and to her embarrassment, her bladder burst open and she ended up wetting herself. She moans/hums in relief letting it all flow down both her legs, making her dress wet on the front of it and creates a messy puddle underneath her, peeing on her boots as well. When she finished, she became humiliated. Applejack quickly rushed to the park's restroom and managed to clean herself for the most part until the end of the day.
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    During a chilly day, Rarity was making summer outfits in tail-end of Autumn and Applejack became the first person she came across as Rarity went ahead and switched her skirt to pair of shorts with a tanktop. Applejack felt supercold after Rares switched her clothes, not helping the fact that Rarity was WAY unaware that AJ needed to pee. However, Rarity was also in a need to pee and both of their bladders were bursting. Rarity wanted to finish letting AJ show off her summer outfit and she did her best to hide her own needs of a bathroom. But AJ & Rares' bladders had other plans. Ultimately, Applejack couldn't wait anymore and she started peeing on herself in her shorts uncontrollably. Rarity didn't want to start making an accident right when the cowgirl she liked was doing in front of her, but the sight of AJ's pee flowing down both her legs and the sound of it splattering on the ground were too much for Rarity. She then started wetting herself despite her best effort hold her pee in, but to no avail. Now, the two friends were pissing on themselves in front of each much to their humiliation. Pee continues spilling down their legs and their feet were surrounded by the puddles created from their accidents. Filling Applejack's boots full up to their brims and soaking Rarity's shoes. Rarity for one was embarrassed and ashamed that she pissed herself in front of Applejack while AJ herself was blushing profusely have wet herself in her shorts. When the two finished peeing, Rarity and Applejack saw each other's accidents and the two forgot about the embarrassment of their incontiences and even shared a good laugh. Rarity decides to have AppleJack bring her to Sweet Apple Acres to help each other clean themselves up and wash the pee smell off theirselves. NOTE: some people at describing scenarios than I am so, please bare with me.
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    After being saved from Sunset Shimmer and being rescued, Fluttershy got nervous trying to introduce herself to Twilight Sparkle (too nervous and shy to loudly speak), her nerves get the better and she pees herself right in front of Twilight, much to her embarrassment. Meanwhile, Twilight herself had needed to use the bathroom, but ended inside the boys' restrooms and couldn't relieve herself to the toilet and it caused her to hold it more. Ultimately, seeing her shy friend lose control while introducing herself, was enough for Twilight's own bladder to burst, and she ends up peeing all over herself while desperately trying to hold the rest in. Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy were both wetting themselves in front of each other and were so embarrassed at the sight of one and other doing it. Two big puddles flood the school floors as well as running down both the girls' legs and flooding their boots in urine. Once they finally stopped, Twilight asks Fluttershy where the girls' restroom is and immediately rush over there to clean themselves up as well as their big messes they made on the hallway floors!
  23. From the album: Wetting Pee Edit Art

    Rarity is one of those ladies who has a bad habit of not using public bathroom beside her own and holding her pee in to her bursting point. Here, This was no exception. Rarity quite prefers not using public bathrooms (as she finds them unsanitary) and decides to hold it in as long as she can. Unfortunately, she couldn't hold it in anymore and start pissing on herself uncontrollably, becoming embarrassed. Pee gushes onto her skirt making a giant wet spot while her legs and boots get fully soaked in urine. Of course, it wasn't her first wetting accident she had. Rarity lets out a huge sigh of after she finishes and gives and groan of shame. However, she feels slightly better afterwards, but stays in her wet clothes (her boots sloshing each step she makes) until she goes home.
  24. From the album: Wetting Pee Edit Art

    Pinkie Pie needed to pee super bad from drinking so much orange soda and went on a search of a bathroom. Pinkie Pie didn't show that she desperately had to go, but she felt it inside her bladder. She does find an open public bathroom but doesn't make to the door in time and ends up peeing on herself, much to her embarrassment. Pinkie blushed beet red, but took pleasure in letting it go as froze where she stood. Her pee stream was huge as it soaked her dress, flew down her legs and trickled on her boots. For Pinkie, she almost didn't care that she was wetting herself at this point because she held in for so long. When she was done, she cleaned up her puddle and went home to change clothes, her soaked boots squishing while running!
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