wetwulf

The girls decided to take a train into town to do some shopping. Denise knew she would need a new wardrobe for school. Less slacks and more skirts, perhaps. As they boarded the train, they were pleased to see that it was mostly empty. It was too late for work traffic and since school was out for the summer, it was not crowded with students. But there were still a few people in their car. An older gentleman in a suit, a young, twenty-something girl with red hair, and a lady with her who could have been her mother or older sister. "So," Starla said, grinning as she lifted her skirt just enough

Starla reluctantly opened her eyes to sunlight peeking through her window. She groaned, rolled over and pulled the covers over her head. As she did this, she felt the familiar cold wetness of soaked sheets. She also peered into the sleeping face of her roommate, Denise. "Hey," Starla said. Denise opened her eyes and smiled. "Hey." "We're all wet," Starla said, giggling. "I think that's my fault, sorry." "No, I helped a bit." Denise grinned to show her pride. "You did? Wow. In your sleep, or...?" "No. I woke up and you had already soaked the bed, so I just..." Denise paused, and it

Denise sat up in bed as she felt warmth along her back. She wondered for a moment if she had wet the bed. It would be the first time since childhood she had wet in her sleep. She rolled over on her back and inspected her clothes. The back of her gown was soaked, but the crotch of her panties were still dry. A soft hissing turned her attention to Starla. Even in the dimness of the room, she could tell her friend was peeing softly into her panties, soaking the sheets and mattress even more. A nagging in Denise's stomach reminded her of her own need to pee as she watched Starla's flow subside t

As the girls snuggled close to each other, nervously, but willingly, they closed their eyes and were soon drifting off to sleep. Starla dreamed she was on a plane. It was crowded with people she recognized from school and a few family members. She looked around and waved at some of them, but they didn't seem to notice her. A closer look revealed that they were not who she thought, but very similar. Outside, big white clouds passed by the plane rapidly. "How are we today?" a voice said, startling her. She turned to face the flight attendant, a middle-aged woman who looked a lot like Star

After their shower, Denise and Starla slipped into their pajamas, changing in front of each other, seeing no reason to be proper or private. Denise chose a baby doll nightgown while Starla pulled on a slip that hugged her curves and matching panties. In spite of their newest experience, Denise still had trouble making eye contact with Starla. This was her first experience with another girl and she wasn't sure exactly what it meant. "So... what now?" Starla asked, as if reading Denise's mind. "I mean, I've never done anything like that before." Denise cleared her throat. "Me neither. It w

Denise was out of her clothes fast as the followed Starla down the hall to the bathroom. It was almost as if her body were working on its own, without her control, as they entered the bathroom. Starla reached into the linen closet and dropped two towels on the floor. She stepped into the shower and Denise followed. As soon as the water was on, splashing over their bodies, their hands started exploring each other. Denise moaned as she felt Starla's fingers delicately caressing her inner thighs. She ran her own fingers through Starla's hair and pressed her body closer, feeling Starla's full br

As soon as they stepped through the door, Denise could not believe she had to pee again. "Those large sodas really kick my bladder's ass," she said. Starla giggled as she dropped her purse and keys onto the table and flopped down on the couch. Denise started for the bathroom. "Where are you going?" Starla asked. "To the bathroom." "Why? I thought we were past that. Come in and sit down. Get comfortable." In spite of everything they had done so far, the bedwetting, peeing in public, wetting the car seats, Denise peered around the front room at the carpeted floor and the soft furniture

WARNING: This story contains a scene in which a young girl (18) sees her own mother masturbating. If that offends you, please do not read any further. The girls hopped into the car, ignoring their damp clothes. No one seemed to notice as they left the theater. This thrilled Denise, knowing that she could wet herself without anyone really noticing. She said so to Starla, who nodded. "Oh, I'm no stranger to wetting in public," she says. She then began to tell Denise her story. Starla had suffered a weak bladder since she could remember, from bedwetting in childhood to embarrassing accident

@Zxman this is actually a work of fiction. And I'm a guy. But yes, I like peeing outdoors.

About forty-five minutes into the movie, Denise thought her bladder was going to explode. She had finished her water and the pain had been constant for a while. But the movie was too good to leave. And she might have followed her friend's example if not for the seven or so more people who had entered during the previews, two of which had also chosen the back row and were sitting attentively at the end of the row. She squirmed to try to ease her discomfort. Starla must have noticed because she put her hand on Denise's knee again and smiled. "Just go," she whispered. "It's okay." "I can't. I

"So, what are we going to do today?" Starla asked, after a bit of teamwork on cleaning the kitchen. Denise had trouble containing her smile as she dropped a towel over the puddle she had made on the tile floor. It had felt amazing to just spread her legs and pee freely while drinking her coffee. She had also very much enjoyed watching Starla soak her fleshy thighs. "Well, I'm new in town, so... what is there to do?" "Right now, not much, until school starts up. Then, there will be a party almost every night and the bars are hopping. But now... there's a movie theater just down the road. We

Well done, Steve. I especially like Sarah's letter. The idea of a "respectable" wife and mother (re)discovering a naughtier side to herself is really hot. I wonder if she will ever reveal her desires to her husband?

Denise squinted against the sunlight peeking in her bedroom window. She rolled over and groaned, battling against the morning. She also felt the familiar strong morning twinge in her bladder. For a moment, she considered the long walk down the hall to the bathroom. But then memory of last night's experience flashed into her head. I'm too tired to get up. What would it matter if I just peed right here? Convinced, she rolled over on her back and with a sigh released her bladder. She peed full force into her panties, enjoying the warm flow of her urine as it hissed loudly in the quiet of her ro

*If you frequent the other forum, this series is familiar to you, but I thought I would post it here.* Denise double-checked the address number on the yellow slip of paper in her hand before rapping her knuckles against the door. A few seconds passed before she heard footsteps getting closer. The door swung open and a curvy brunette in jeans and a t-shirt stood smiling. "Hi, you must be Denise." "Starla?" Denise asked. With a name like Starla, a plus-sized brunette was not what she expected. "That's me. Come on in." The apartment was also bigger than she expected, with two bedrooms,

Just bumping this up to see if anyone has it? Check my post above.

Hot stuff, Steve. I would love to hear more about Karen, Mel, and Anna, and maybe even their friends they mentioned.

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine, I am such a lucky girl. Thanks to my mom, Lindsay, I am now Internet famous. All of Wet Carpet knows me as Maeby, and as you know my mom and I have been wetting in very naughty places since she caught me pissing on my bedroom carpet a little over a year ago. Since then, as she told you in a letter before, we’ve kept our wettings a secret from my dad by being really careful when and where we pee and always cleaning up our mess after we’re done. Recently, though, I’ve started something that I don’t want to stop and I’m not sure I could do it without my dad finding out

Well done, Steve. Rebecca's story is another hot addition. I love it when girls need to go and just do it right where they are. And I'm glad you decided to continue the story of Lindsay and Maeby. Thanks for posting.

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine, I am new to your site, and one of my friends suggested I write to you after she discovered that we shared a love of wetting. I have been a wetter since I was a kid. My parents were very free-spirited and accepting of anything that comes naturally to the body. They were what you would call hippies who wanted to live freely off the land. We lived in a small cabin just big enough for the three of us. I was an only child because my mother had health problems and wasn't able to have anymore children. This gave me free reign of our small farm, and I played with and ten

An excellent first story contribution. As you might know if you've browsed my posts, I love the idea of camping and peeing whenever you have to go. I look forward to the next chapter.

Well done, Alfresco. You were right, it was a little different for you, but it's still an excellent addition to your work and to this board.

After spending a few hours at the beach, drinking plenty of water to stay hydrated and eventually becoming comfortable enough to pee discreetly through their bathing suits every time the need came, the girls finally decided to return to the beach house. "I think we need a shopping trip," Cheryl said as she unlocked the door. She winked briefly at Kiki who smiled back "Oh, I'm all for that," Danielle said. "But I want to take a shower first." She entered behind Cheryl, darted into the bathroom, and locked the door behind her. True to character, Cheryl began to undress right in front of La

A little while later, the girls were dressed in their swimsuits. Lara wore her favorite dark blue bikini, hoping it would hide any pee stains she would make today. Kiki still donned her one-piece bathing suit that hugged her figure. Cheryl's suit was a little more "mom", a tankini with black bottoms, a white and red top, and a small skirt that covered her bottoms. Danielle was also wearing a one-piece, bright red that fit almost like a tube top with ties in the back. They picked their spot on the beach and laid out their beach chairs. The beach was a little more crowded than they liked, but

Dear Wet Carpet, Darla again. Last time I wrote about my interesting and very exciting trip to the house of an online friend, Alissa, and how I peed in the limo she sent to pick me up. The story only gets hotter from there. It may shock some of you, so if you're not into the heavy stuff, you may want to move on to the next letter. When we arrived, Markham, the chauffeur, opened my door and smiled. Behind him, I could see an impressive house with three floors and a wide porch with columns. There was music coming from the house, or from the back of the house, I wasn't sure. "Is there a par

Loving this entire series. I would definitely like to see more from Wendy and Mary. Maybe a daring wetting at work? While the girls are too busy to go to the bathroom and have to find a discrete way to pee themselves? And, as everyone knows, I'm into bedwetting. So maybe Wendy's influence on Mary could lead to some other wetting habits that include wetting her bed?