The first time I wet myself was when I was out with one of my boyfriends.

We were waiting at the bus stop after the club and I really had to pee. The bus takes ages at night and I was shifting my feet.

"Why are you fidgeting around like that?" "I have to pee, and I mean, NOW." "I had to pee too." "You DID..." Yes, I peed my pants, easy. Just let it go!"

He was wearing black leather jeans and you couldn't see anything. Maybe his shoes, but it was dark. A squirt escaped into my panties again. I've had a few small "ejaculations" in the last few minutes.

My bladder hurt and I couldn't press my legs together any longer. I was wearing a skirt, unfortunately not a short one, but something that went down to my calves. I couldn't sit down and push the skirt up, too many gawkers. Then I didn't care. I went around the next corner and started peeing. I stood with my legs slightly apart and peed in my pants. The piss ran into my tights and down my thighs and calves and steamed on the sidewalk. I think you could even hear it splashing. The pressure on my bladder eased and I breathed a sigh of relief. My bottom and pussy felt pleasantly warm. Of course you could see something on my bottom, but it was dark.

"You're looking so relaxed," he said when I turned around again. turned the corner. "I peed my pants. I'm fine." He came closer to me and touched my pussy. "Really wet, great. I think we'd better go home."

Wrong, that wasn't the plan! I wanted to spend the night with my Melanie. Rolf (that was the guy's name) was just an accessory until the bus came. It took a while for him to get that.

On the way home in the bus, my dress suffered from sitting, of course, and there were clear marks that showed that I had peed my pants.

After I got off, a guy came up to me and slurred, "Well, sweetie, you peed yourself really nicely. Do you want to pee again? Not in your pants, but in my mouth. I'm thirsty"

I didn't feel like it.

To say that: I wasn't sober that evening either... and it had been almost an hour since I last emptied my bladder and I felt the urge again. When the guy stood in front of me so provocatively, as if he wanted to get his hands on me, something like panic came over me. I pissed myself again, this time out of fear, and felt it running down my thighs again, a great feeling... I yelled at him: "Too late. I'm just peeing my pants again" He must have seen that my dress was getting darker between my legs and on my bottom and just slurred: "You a... filthy pig" Then he left.

When I got home I was already a little dry again. My girlfriend was lying in bed and looked at me "Olala, Madam peed my pants" "Sorry, I had to do it" "Don't tell me. Did you enjoy that?" I mumbled "Yes, actually it was really hot" "Then we have to do it together sometime" I looked at her in shock. "I didn't know you were into that" Melanie poked the tip of my nose with her finger "Sweetie, you don't know a lot about me yet!" She grabbed me around the hips "Are you too tired, or can I dry you off?" She was allowed.

We were sitting having coffee. "Melanie, how many times have you peed your pants?" "You can't let that go now, Sweetie. Or ?"

"Is it normal for your girlfriend to come home and have wet her pants and you think that's completely normal?" She smiled at me knowingly. "It's not normal, but it's nice." "What? That I peed myself or peeing in general?"

"Both!"

"When did you pee yourself for the first time?"

"I once worked at a supermarket, at the checkout. When I had to go to the toilet, they said >not now! Her break is in 20 minutes<. I couldn't hold out that long. I let it go. I wanted to cry. Really."

"Did anyone see that?" I asked.

"Sure, my jeans were soaked and I wanted to sink into the ground out of shame. A colleague then took me aside, gave me one of her sweatpants and a diaper." I was amazed. “Yes, that’s what they usually do at the checkout because you can’t just leave and if you have a weak bladder, it’ll just go in your pants.”

She looked at me happily “I always wore diapers then. That was safe.”

“And then?”

“Yes, the next time was a week later, I flew to the USA with a friend. My parents had paid for the flight for my 18th birthday. My friend had some experience with long-haul flights, she often traveled for business.”

“How old was your friend? Were you a couple?”

“Little mouse, she was 36 and yes, we were a couple for a few months. But honey, that’s over. OK? I got the trick from her to wear diapers on the flight because there are often traffic jams in front of the toilets, sometimes the things don't work and if you're sitting by the window and your neighbors are asleep, you're the one who loses out. She had already seen someone wetting their pants several times. Diapers, she said, are more comfortable." "And did you?" "Of course, that was ideal, you stay in your seat and doze and wet your pants. And then it's nice and warm on your bottom and pussy. You feel somehow safe, comfortably wrapped up in a warm and soft diaper ... and the pleasurable, relaxed peeing and filling the diaper. I think that has an erotic appeal." "It'll get cold again," I doubted. Melanie patted my arm "Then you just have to drink more, silly. Always drink lots, you know!" "You've already done that too... big?”

“Yes, of course you have to shit sometimes.” I was speechless. Melanie looked at me and grinned “Shall we try it?”

I actually thought it was really great to wet my pants, I certainly thought it was great. And I was particularly excited that Melanie was there with me. When I came home from the club a few days ago with wet pants, she looked after me so kindly that I wanted to let it go right away.

We then thought about how we could get a kick out of it together. In public, on the street, in a restaurant, on the bus or just in bed together? We decided not to go to bed. Too much effort and if you piss in it once or twice without a pad, you’ll definitely smell it and that’s not so great.

We then decided to go for a stroll through our shopping mall.

My plan was to wear a skirt, a short one, so that you wouldn’t see a wet spot. Melanie wanted to wear one of her tight jeans. Of course, you can see straight away what's going on.

"If you put on jeans, I'll do it too, we should see that we belong together!"

During the day, in the evening, at night? During the day, of course. At night, when no one can see us anymore, we can stand next to a tree and pee. Saturday was the plan, great.

In preparation, we drank a lot after breakfast. I wanted to start with the big bottles of mineral water from the discount store, but hey, Mel saw it differently.

"Here, we've got so many bottles of champagne stored up, let's drink to give ourselves courage first." Not a bad idea, I did feel a bit uneasy. But I go everywhere with Melanie.

By lunchtime we had emptied the third bottle of champagne and two bottles of mineral water. Men always say that girls have to pee all the time, but I don't have a problem with that, I can hold out for a long time.

Melanie grumbled, "I should go now..." "No way, you're saving it."

"How can you hold out for so long, you've drunk just as much."

"Perhaps there's a connection between the size of your bladder and your tits? You flat-chested creature."

"What's that about? I don't even want your boobs. And I thought small tits turned you on."

"I think they're fantastic, honey. I love them," I reassured her and gave her a kiss. Yes, my bladder is quite big.

"Do you really have to go?"

"Not yet; but I don't want to wet my pants too soon."

"Then let's go."

She walked a little cautiously. My bladder was also noticeably stressed. But the shopping area isn't far from our apartment. We linked arms and strolled past the shops, giggling. I don't think we were really sober anymore. “Sweetheart, I need to go to the toilet.” Melanie was really annoyed.

“Me too! But I can’t see a toilet anywhere.” Ha! Good joke. I waved my arms around and was a bit too loud. It was urgent by now, the running must have activated my bladder even more.

“Why the toilet, I can do it like this!” Melanie was really a bit loud. A boy stared at us. Melanie turned to me and kissed me, really passionately. “Stupid lesbians!” She kissed me again. A kiss like that stimulates something in my lower abdomen, normally the desire for something in my pussy.

“Come over here quickly.” She moved to a shop window next door.

“I’m just peeing my pants,” she called out with relief. I hugged Melanie and let it flow. My jeans got wet at the front.

“Hey, you’re peeing on me!”

“Yes, I can’t hold it anymore,” she breathed and bit her lips together. She didn't just let it flow, she actually pushed the urine out of her bladder. I looked down at her, the yellow liquid was oozing out of her groin area and her jeans were quickly turning dark with wetness, the wet streaks running down both thighs and through her sandals. I held her close and let my bladder flow freely.

A A puddle and passers-by stopped and looked at us, shaking their heads. I hugged Melanie tightly and moaned, "Why didn't you tell me that it made me so horny?" "Because I knew you would find out for yourself." So the two of us stood in front of the window of an underwear boutique and peed our pants. Considering the amount we had consumed that morning, it's no wonder that we didn't just wet ourselves a little, but pissed ourselves massively. The piss just flowed out, I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. I kept peeing. Melanie too. The stream from her bladder wouldn't stop; more and more rushed into her completely wet panties and her jeans, which were completely soaked in the crotch and on her legs and bottom. It was probably similar for me. It was awesome to just let the piss flow and feel it seeping through my panties and running down my thighs. I touched my pussy, everything wet, lovely.

I hugged Melanie tighter, "I love you," and gave her a kiss.

"I want sex now!" I felt the need too.

She looked at me "Sweetie, your jeans are completely wet, ass, pussy, everything! Did you pee your pants?"

"Your jeans aren't completely dry anymore either," I joked. In fact, they were completely soaked with piss. Melanie turned to the side and yelled at the passers-by, "My girlfriend peed her pants! So what? Just join in instead of just gawking..."

"Let's go home."

Melanie stormed off and I followed her, a little woodenly. The fluid intake had not only filled my bladder, but also stimulated my bowels. They suddenly began to swell up quite a bit.

"Come on, I need you urgently," she urged. "Me too"

"Well then... come on." I couldn't run any faster, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hold my bowels in.

"Melanie, I have to go to the toilet"

"You just pissed like a world champion"

"There's another exit down there!" I called out desperately. She understood!

"Come on, we're not far now."

I tottered after her and squeezed my buttocks together. But it didn't help, suddenly I couldn't move anymore.

I stopped and pressed my hands to my stomach to stop the stabbing pain. Melanie looked at me. Everything went into my pants. She quickly pushed me into a driveway. The thong couldn't stop anything. My bowels squeezed their contents past the thin thing, so that the liquid brown soup ran down my thighs and calves and seeped through my already soaked jeans. My bowels exploded again and another gush of brown liquid shot out of my bum and pushed through my jeans. A brown puddle formed on the paving stones beneath me, I couldn't get to the adjacent patch of grass fast enough. But that was already a load! Melanie looked at my bum in horror. "Ohhh..." And another load pushed out of me. I was close to tears, no, I was already crying. Melanie watched in shock as the brown mass ran down my legs and oozed out of my trouser legs. But I wasn't through yet, it pushed out again and I couldn't do anything about it.

I shit myself in the open street. At the age of 23, like a baby.

I had to sit down. "Don't sit down," screamed Melanie, but it was already too late, I had sat down directly in my warm liquid shit, which was now pushing into my pussy and oozing over the waistband of my pants.

I was done and could only cry. Melanie stroked my hair and took me in her arms.

"Leave me alone, you're getting yourself completely dirty too"

"Come on, darling, it's not that bad. Can you go?" She helped me stand up

"What do I look like?"

"Well, I've peed on myself and my backside is smeared with shit and your thighs too, but otherwise OK..."

"You have a rare sense of humor, my love!" I cried.

"Can you go?"

I could go, I had to! It was a strange feeling that I probably last had as a baby. That wasn't our original plan. The warm shit moved in the crease of my butt and between my thighs.

At home I then restored myself. It was quite an effort. I had just gotten rid of the effects of my intestinal explosion and had just showered and was in a good mood again when Melanie came into the bathroom and stroked my breasts from behind.

“Are you feeling better, darling?”

“Yes”

 I turned around “But that was awesome, wasn’t it?”

 "You bet!”

 “Do you still want to eat your freshly showered baby?” She did!