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  1. 26 points
    View File Wetting grey leggings So uhh, this is my first attempt at anything like this <///< After having an intentional hold whilst chatting to omo friends, I scurried away and decided to try film the outcome. My bladder locked up and became quite shy when I had gotten into a position I was intending on filming and I tried to stand back up when it hit... however I managed to get this short clip from it. With this being my first ever sort of video, feedback is appreciated~ Submitter Ashi Submitted 10/18/2017 Category Peeing  
  2. 21 points
    Hello, I bring you one of my favorites i've gotten recently as she has a really cute attitude. I do have one more of a bed wetting vid that didn't really work out in my opinion. If people want, I can post it here but I don't think it warrants its own post. Enjoy. Lux and Nox JS Jeans Wetting.mp4
  3. 20 points
    So I just came across your submissions to the sites gallery. If you're going to make claims like this, you could at least not be stupid enough to post screenshots with the original filenames in-tact. These videos are so painfully obviously not yours it's ridiculous. Half of these are commercial videos from various producers, several of which are on this sites Do Not Post list, and others are videos you grabbed from random Tumblr pages. Congratulations on winning the dumbest member of the year award. Here is your prize: your account has been permanently banned and your IP has been blacklisted with zero chance of appeal. If you see any of your videos listed in these screenshots (and can prove ownership), please feel free to message me and I will forward you this members account and ISP contact information so you may pursue further legal if you so wish. Additionally, if anyone here happened to mistakenly purchase any videos from this member before I was able to respond, please immediately submit a PayPal dispute against the transaction (and if you are willing, forwarding us the transaction information would be greatly appreciated).
  4. 16 points
    Found this searching XTube. Nice desperation and peeing. Nudity near the end https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/holding-challenge-till-my-bladder-is-bursting-and-wetting-32200602 Holding challenge till my bladder is bursting and wetting.mp4
  5. 16 points
    So with the help of a friend, I thought of a good idea to see if Emily has the same fetish or not as me. Firstly, I want to put this out there that: I did not force her nor try to force her to do anything piss related This was not a manipulation tactic that I used on her My goal was to see how she would respond to my question With that being said, on with the story. Emily is a drinker, and occasionally I am too, but not as much as Emily. Emily is your typical “party” college girl, she drinks, smokes weed sometimes, etc. Basic shit like that. She usually goes out every weekend partying, sometimes she invites me along, but now that I’ve moved in with her, I tag along more frequently. Tonight, she decided to throw a small party with 3 other people in our apartment. Someone even brought over Cards Against Humanity which was a lot of fun! We were all drinking, Emily the most. I think it had to do with the fact that she didn’t have to drive home, so she was drinking a bit more beer than normal. She had a buzz on by the end of Cards Against Humanity, and I was slightly tipsy myself. I only had about 3 beers for the night altogether, and decided to drink water afterwards. Don’t get me wrong, by the way- we’re not stupid. We drink to get drunk, especially Emily, but we’re responsible when we do. Hangovers fucking suck as I’m sure anyone can agree, so we always drink water between drinks to stay hydrated. After Cards Against Humanity was finished, we all sat around just chatting for a little bit, and then someone said, “So what game are we gonna play now?” Everyone sat around in silence trying to think of what game we should do. I peeped up, “how about truth or dare?” I heard a few grumbles and saw a few eyes roll, and someone said, “we’re not in middle school, Molly,” but Emily looked up and said, “I’m down for that, actually. Like a...drunk truth or dare...thing….” and trailed off giggling. So finally, everyone agreed to it, and we started playing it. It was actually a lot of fun! There were some really funny dares, some sort of romantic dares, like “I dare you to kiss the last person you spoke to”, some gross ones, like “I dare you to sit in the trash can for a whole round” and things like that. I saw Emily cross her legs at one point, which my immediate thought for when I see that, is that someone needs to pee, especially if they have been drinking a lot of liquid, like Emily has. So, my gears got turning. Emily asked me, “truth or dare?”, which I said truth to. The last dare Emily dared me to do, resulted in me having to twerk in front of everyone. “Okay, what’s your biggest secret?” she asked. My heart stopped for a second. By biggest secret is that I have a fetish that people will think is gross. Of course, everyone was drunk, so the odds that they would judge me or even remember the next morning was slim, but I didn’t want to risk it. I joked, “if it’s my biggest secret, I plan to keep it that way, Emily!” “Come on, Molly...tell us your deepest, darkest, dirtiest secret!” Emily said. I can’t think on the spot, so I said, “Can I switch to a dare?” “Fine…” she said, looking through a website that had a list of dares. “But I’m gonna do a really evil one because you switched…” My dare? To give a topless lap dance to Emily’s friend’s boyfriend. His girlfriend eyeballed me the entire time, but before anything bad happened, the boyfriend let out a huge belch, making everyone shriek with laughter, to which I quickly put my shirt back on and sat down. I was a little embarrassed, but I started plotting my next move. It got to be my turn. I turned to Emily. “Emily...truth or dare?” She sat there, thought for a drunken minute, and simply said, “Dare.” “Okay...because you did an evil dare to me, I’m gonna do an evil dare to you…” “Oh boy,” Emily laughed. “I dare you….to pee your pants.” The room pretty much shook with laughter from all sides of the question, and Emily laughed the most. She looked at me, and said, “are you serious?” “Oh, Emily, I am dead serious….payback’s a bitch,” I said. Emily stared at me, looked around the room, and said, “I’m not gonna piss myself in front of a bunch of people!” I was going to dare her something else because I didn’t want to pressure her into it, but everyone else in the room started to. “Emily, don’t be a pussy! She just did a fucking lapdance on my boyfriend, so she has every right to dare you that! You have to…” the girl said. Emily must have realized she was outnumbered or something, but finally agreed. My heart started pounding in my chest. “I have to pee anyways!” She laughed. I started walking toward her closet to grab a towel to put underneath her, but someone called out, “Molly, where are you going? She’s about to start!” I quickly ran back into the kitchen, and she decided to stand on the tiled floor and do her dare. I peeped up about a towel so there wouldn’t be a mess, but no one listened to me. “I can’t believe I’m about to pee my pants in front of everyone!” Emily giggled, stumbling. Emily was wearing a pair of faded skinny jeans, with a black hoodie on. “Just get it over with!” the girl said. Emily stood there for about a minute, and it got really quiet. The silence was interrupted when everyone started laughing because Emily’s crotch got dark and wet. Fast. I sat there in shock. Piss fucking FLEW down the fronts of her legs and thighs. A puddle underneath her feet grew fast. Her socks got drenched from the puddle. Everyone cheered and laughed, Emily laughed too, but stared at her legs the entire time. When she was done, she looked at me and joked, “I hate you so much Molly!” I sat there, in literal shock. Like I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe it, and I’m laying in bed right now typing this out, and I literally can’t believe it happened. Holy shit. The girl’s boyfriend was sitting next to me, so it was technically his turn, and he blurted out, “ I dare Emily to sit in her clothes for the rest of the game!” Technically he didn’t ask “truth or dare” for all of you professional truth or dare-ers out there, but Emily subjected to it. We didn’t play much longer anyways. Only like 2 or 3 more people went after that, and seeing everything that had happened was making me more and more horny. I ended up cutting the game short by saying, “I don’t mean to sound rude, but I’m actually really tired, and I think I’m gonna go to bed.” Everyone said goodbye to one another, and the girl and her boyfriend walked to their apartment a few apartments over from our’s. The other friend walked home to her dorm, about a few minutes away from our apartment. By the time I closed the door after walking everyone out and making sure everyone seemed fine to make it home on their own, I walked back into the kitchen, only to see Emily passed out at the table. I woke her up, and helped walk her to her bed. I decided that I would just clean up all of the messes made from the party the next morning. Including that little extra mess made from Emily ;) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So I was going to post this last night, but I decided I would give an update on what happened afterwards. So I helped walk Emily to her bed, she literally passed out right on her bed and was out like a light. I typed all of the above in bed, and right after I ended up just fingering myself, and I was going to go to sleep, but then I just decided to do something I haven’t really done in a while. Considering the fact I hadn’t peed all night long and had to go, I got out of bed, threw on a pair of leggings, walked into the bathroom and peed in the shower. It felt amazing. I haven’t actually done a deliberate wetting by myself alone in a long time. My leggings were drenched by the time I finished. I tore them off, threw them in the laundry and went to bed. I woke up the next morning somewhat early. I was up before Emily, so I did a little bit of homework in bed while eating my breakfast. I looked at Emily; she was in the same position that she was in when she collapsed in bed, and her pants were still kind of wet looking. They weren’t as wet as the night before, but I’ll admit it, I felt her pant leg while she was asleep and it was damp and was stained. Finally, Emily woke up, stirred for a minute, and rolled onto her back. She lied there for a minute. I said good morning, she mumbled it back tiredly. She sleepily asked, “is everyone from the party gone?” “Yes, Emily, everyone went home okay,” I said. She lied there for a minute more, and when she started to sit up, she touched her legs, and gasped. She looked at the mess that she made in her pants, and I casually just said, “what’s wrong?” “Ew! I wet the bed! Ugh this is so gross!!” “Emily, you didn’t wet the bed, that was from last night,” I said. “What?” “You peed your pants last night, remember?” I said. “Vaguely…” she mumbled, and got out of bed. “I’ll show you,” I said. We walked into the kitchen, and the puddle was still there on the floor. “What the fuck even happened last night?” she said. “You got dared to pee your pants, Emily,” I said. “Oh my god, that’s so fucking gross! I vividly remember it, but I don’t really remember much from the end of the night,” Emily said. “And ugh! Everyone saw that happen?” “Yeah but I’m sure no one really remembers,” I said. She threw her clothes in the laundry basket and jumped in the shower. She came out, mopped up the puddle, and started to do laundry. She came back into the kitchen and said, “Molly, I know they’re about to be washed but I’m sorry...I put my jeans on your leggings and when I went to put your leggings in the wash, they were damp when I touched them. I didn’t mean to put my jeans on your leggings and do that to them, sorry…” I told her that I didn’t care. I didn't want her to know that the pants were already wet before she put them in. She spoke about it a lot afterwards throughout the morning, and keeps saying how embarrassed she is from it. Nothing really else happened after. Sorry about the really long story, guys, hope you enjoyed it, I know I did. :)
  6. 15 points

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    So uhh, this is my first attempt at anything like this <///< After having an intentional hold whilst chatting to omo friends, I scurried away and decided to try film the outcome. My bladder locked up and became quite shy when I had gotten into a position I was intending on filming and I tried to stand back up when it hit... however I managed to get this short clip from it. With this being my first ever sort of video, feedback is appreciated~

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  7. 15 points
    This happened before she was laying in my bed.
  8. 15 points
    So much male content.... I think it is time for some female content.
  9. 15 points
    I'm not entirely sure if I should post this here or in the video section, but since there's no video I'll start here :) I was relaxing with a diaper after a taxing day and it might have leaked a bit..
  10. 14 points
    hi today its was probably the last beautiful and hot day for this year so i have to wash some summer clothes before putting them away for the winter and i profit to wet my jeans shorts since i dont had chance to wet them this summer so i drink ice coffee and water and hold it until i was desperate then i wet myself (my panties and shorts) in the bathroom im not a good writer and sorry for my bad English but the photos will talk for me
  11. 14 points
    Hey, thought I’d share my latest video in spire of some slightly embarrassing noise related mishaps. I have the night to myself, so decided to kick it off a few hours ago by getting some drinks in, with the end goal of weeing myself. This went smoothly. However, when the time came, and I sat on my mat and started videoing, I got a wave of performance anxiety lol. I was relaxing myself, but I wasn’t weeing. I relocated to the shower. Standing in it, knowing that cleanup is reduced significantly, sometimes makes things easier. But I still wasn’t weeing. So I pushed. After about two minutes (which I’ve cut), I finally started wetting myself. However, I’ve had tummy problems today. And while I thought I was clear of them for the time being, while pushing to wee, I also farted a few times. And had a (very minor, and not visible in the video) accident with one of them. This did not please me. Still, I’m glad I was in the shower at least lmao. And the drinks haven’t worn off yet, so I’ll share it anyway, even though it’s bad. https://caryspee.tumblr.com/post/166268515228/lesson-learnt-dont-push-too-hard-to-wee-yourself
  12. 14 points
    Hey guys Samantha here with another accident experience. I’m going to skip the introduction of myself this time and just lay out some background information about myself, so this story happened back in June of this year 2017 it was a Monday, which was good because I was free from my symphony duties besides from practice I did everyday at home on my own. I was given a few errands to run today and a dentist appointment just a cleaning i’ve always kept my teeth healthy and clean. I suffer from terrible insomnia at night so I usually don’t get as much sleep as most people should, I try to get to sleep around 3am and for the most part my body wakes me up between 9-10am unless duties call for me to wake up earlier. Anyway lets begin the story. My phone alarm goes off blasting the overly used iPhone ringtone thats on practically every commercial that involves an iPhone ringing. I move around under the covers trying to get comfortable and click my apple watch that snoozes my phone for 5 minutes. I pull a pillow over my head knowing i’ve only been asleep for 4 hours desperately wanting more knowing full well that won’t be possible due to the dentist appointment thats in an hour. The five minutes pass faster then it should and my phone goes off again, I pick it up this time and turn off the alarm altogether before flopping down on my pillow once more and debate on going to the dentist or not. Sadly knowing the right thing to do I drag myself out of bed and shuffle my feet down the stairs to the kitchen, I grab the cereal and milk and sit down at the kitchen table half asleep, I pour myself a glass of orange juice to compliment my bowl of cereal. I finish my cereal and look at the time, I have 30 minutes before the appointment, more awake now I hurry and clean up after breakfast and go to the bathroom to relive my bladder for the first time and brush my teeth before getting dressed in light blue skinny jeans a pink top white bra and multi colored striped cotton panties and head out the door. Arriving at the dentist at 8:55am 5 minutes before my appointment time I sit in the waiting room responding to messages on my phone, a friend of mine Emma mentions she’s free today and would like to play video games with me today, I tell her all my errands should be done by no later then 1-2pm. The secretary informs me the dentist is ready for me, I quickly send a good-bye text to Emma and get into the dentist chair and open my mouth, 25 minutes later the dentist and I are talking and he compliments me on my health teeth and we quickly make the next appointment for 6 months. I get into my car and check the clock which tells me it’s 9:40am I drive to the post office to deliver a few packages for my mom then stop at the dry-cleaners to pick up my dad suits then make a quick stop to the grocery story to pick up the food that would be required to feed the hungry bellies of our family this week. Arriving at the grocery store at at 11am I squirm around in my car noticing my bladder is fulling realizing it’s been close to 5 hours since I went this morning, I get out of my car and pull my jeans up as tight as I can before walking into the store. I shop around the store checking off my list as I go, I pick up a few things that I want along the way, some chips and tea bags with sugar and lemon all the necessities to make my homemade ice tea which I was running low on. During the day the grocery store has only 3 isles open the lines are all longer then they should be, I get on the shortest one and cross my legs tightly as I patiently wait my turn, while I wait I text Emma telling her i’m almost done and will be home soon, I uncross my legs and shake my legs a bit and pull up my jeans as tightly as I can once again noticing the need of my bladder worsening. Before I know it they are scanning my food I stand there with my legs crossed desperately tight as I pay, I walk to the car and put my bags in my car and the cart away I sit down in my car and hold myself slightly relived I can get some privacy to help my bladder muscles with there battle against my urine. After the 15 minute drive home I arrive at my house at 11:45am I walk into my house with the groceries I just bought, I quickly walk to the kitchen and put the bags on the table and do a bit of a pee pee dance knowing the next thing I have to do is get to the bathroom. My dog barks and I know I haven’t walked him yet today, I decide to let him go out in the back yard which is fenced in so he can use the bathroom and run around getting some fresh air, I go to the kitchen and quickly put the groceries in there respective places, finally finished with all my errands I let Snowball back in and grab myself. Knowing it’s been nearly 6 hours since i’ve went to the bathroom I decide it’s time to relive myself, while I walk to the bathroom my phone rings, I look at the caller ID and read Emma, I answer the phone and before I can even say hi she demands I get on my Nintendo Switch and play Splatoon 2 with her, she mentions she found a group of “noobs” that we can get easy experience from. I walk up to my room passing both bathrooms on the way too shy to mention i’m desperate to go to my friend and I get onto the game, I stand up while the game loads and hold myself and dance around my room knowing full well I really really should use the bathroom before having an accident. The game finishes loading and I get into the lobby and join the game with my friend, I put her on my headphone and talk to her while we play the game, I start breathing heavily due to my frequent moving around helping my bursting bladder however I can, I sit on my heel and squirm around desperately Emma asks “Is everything okay Sammi?” I feel myself blush knowing how dire my situation is but I quietly deny of anything out of the ordinary. So the game start and we start playing, halfway through the first game I can help but stop playing ad grab myself in desperation, I feel a leak seek it’s way into my panties. Emma is trying to talk to me as i’m completing zoning out due to my mind focusing on my leaking bladder, I ask her to repeat herself as I hold myself and cross and uncross my legs trying to keep from leaking anymore then I already have. Thankfully I make it through the game without anymore leaks, our team won which was great. I put my controller down and desperately dance around my room holding my crotch as tightly as I can crossing my legs bobbing up and down, I feel a leak wet more of my panties it spreads to my butt, I know it’s probably visible on my tight skinny jeans. I cut off Emma from talking as she said we’re on different teams this battle and I finally realize I need to tell her “I have to go”, she asked “why?” I said “because I just do” still too embarrassed to confess my need for the bathroom as I pull off my headsets I leak really badly and it starts spreading down my legs as I run down the hall hissing and by time I get to the bathroom the pee is racing down my legs spreading around my crotch which is still being held by my hand desperately trying to stop the flow which isn’t working out at all, I panic knowing I just had an accident on the phone with a friend, realizing it’s futile to stop my steam as the sound of hissing at full force slightly muffled by my skinny jeans I jump in the shower to avoid adding to the yellow puddle of pee flooding out bottom of my jeans like someone just turned the faucet on the floor and finish reliving myself. I blush in total embarrassment I walk back to my room in my peed jeans and tell Emma something came up and I have to go I hang up and turn off the game and go to clean up the fairly big puddle I made I look in the mirror to see the wet spot that covered easily 50% of my jeans, I take them off to reveal my colorful panties and blush at my own reflection knowing this accident was easily avoidable if I just told Emma the truth. I took a shower and cleaned up before my parents came home, they never found out about this accident. Thank you for reading these seem to be getting longer and longer, i’m so painfully shy even to my friends, this wasn’t the first time i’ve had an accident in front of a friend, I never did tell Emma about what happened and she hasn’t brought it up either, which i’m thankful for. -Samantha
  13. 14 points
    Last night I had just walked Toddler to sleep in her stroller and was picking some random crap up off the floor once we got home, because there is always random crap on the floor with her, when my husband called me on the phone. I'd needed a wee while we were walking, not too badly, just a "pee when you get home before you do anything else" kinda thing. Anyway I hadn't peed yet when he called because I'd got distracted. Toddler started to stir at the sound of my voice so I took the phone into the bathroom to talk to him. Of course, seeing the toilet reminded me that I needed to pee. I always need to wee when I see a toilet. Particularly so when I legitimately need to pee. I really wanted to talk to Husband because he is overseas right now and we don't get much opportunity to speak so I was absolutely not going to cut the call short. I considered just using the toilet while talking to him, we've been married for years, but my pants were a bit tight and I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to pull them back up with one hand so I decided to hold it instead and just not look at the toilet. We talked for about 15-20 minutes but I was having difficulty enjoying the conversation while simultaneously being busting for a wee. I was walking laps of the bathroom and pee dancing, since I was alone and desperate. At the point where I noticed I'd unconsciously started physically holding myself between my legs I gave up and decided I'd use the toilet after all and just finish the conversation sitting on the loo if I couldn't get my pants back on. I stood in front of the toilet and started to disrobe with one hand. It took me about ten seconds to get the button on the pants undone one-handed, especially since I was having trouble standing still, but I eventually managed. It was at that point I started to wee. My urgent but manageable level of desperation just surged in under a second to suddenly be uncontrollable. This happens to me sometimes in the last few seconds before I get to the toilet. My bladder just seems to jump the gun a bit and get started before I'm ready for it. Sometimes I need to change my knickers but I rarely get my other clothes wet. I hooked the thumb of my free hand into the waistband of my pants and pulled them down. Nope. They didn't move at all. I considered trying to hold the phone between my head and shoulder but decided as it is an expensive mobile I really didn't want it to slip and smash on the ground or drown in the toilet. I looked around for somewhere to put my phone in a panic, still weeing, but there wasn't anywhere to put it down, I have lotions and potions on basically every free surface in the bathroom. I really should tidy it. I tried again to pull down my pants, this time using my right hand, still cluching the phone, to help. But the phone meant I couldn't really use my fingers and it just wasn't happening. By this stage, which was probably about three seconds after I'd started to pee, my pants were clearly already too wet to be in any way still wearable. The pants are black and don't really show wetness much but I could feel the warmth spreading down my thighs. I figured I might as well save the floor from a puddle and just sat down on the toilet fully dressed and finished weeing. It was obviously a bit of an exciting incident but I didn't tell Husband I'd just had an accident while talking to him. We talked for another fifteen minutes or so before he had to go, the whole while I'm wearing soaked pants. I popped my drenched clothes in the washer, they came off easily with two hands free, and had a nice, long shower.
  14. 14 points
    So since I’ve moved in with Emily, things have been better and easier without my mom being a fucking bitch. The only thing that’s not so easy? Peeing myself. Emily is home a lot. We have very similar schedules and she’s home whenever I am. And considering the fact that I share a room with her (it’s not a very big apartment. Only three rooms, a bedroom, bathroom and kitchen) it makes things harder. The most I’ve done really is just wet my bed on purpose a little bit, but not noticeable. Sharing a room with her also makes it hard to masturbate, too. I can really only masturbate on weekends, when it doesn’t matter if I stay up extra late. What I do is wait for her to fall asleep, and that’s when I either finger myself or pillow-hump. But the point of me saying this, is that I really don’t have time for my fetish anymore. I guess it makes me appreciate it more. However, what I really want to say is that I’m attracted to Emily. She’s my best friend and all, but she’s straight. I’m bisexual. She has like medium length brown hair, glasses, and she’s a shorter girl, which I fucking love. I love being her friend, but I also want so much more than that from her. I’d also kill to see her pee herself. Anyways, I actually got this idea from a friend I made recently on this site, and I’d say the idea was perfect. Now I love being embarrassed. I hate it when I’m in the middle of being embarrassed, but afterwards, I get turned on. Now I’ve been wanting to fully pee myself for a while, but I haven’t had the chance to, since we’re always home together. But I finally decided to just do it on purpose in front of her, and act like it’s an accident. I wanted to see how she would react. See, I’ve already peed myself in front of her on Skype that one time, but that was an accident for real, and considering the circumstances, I can see why she had laughed her ass off. I mean, she was watching me try to pee in a trash can! She knows about what happened with me and my mom, but I didn’t get into specifics with her. I just told her that I peed myself, and that she flipped shit on me. She just chuckled at it but understood. She knows my mom’s a bitch. Anyways, I drank all day long after class. By the end of the night, I was obviously squirming. I was wearing my jean shorts with a black shirt on. Blue panties for those wanting to know more. And as more and more I had to pee, the more it turned me on. It gave me adrenaline. Now I was scared to do it in front of her. I mean, would you pee yourself in front of your crush? But she’s also my best friend so I really had nothing to lose. Her and I were in our room, studying for a test we have tomorrow, and I was getting the urge to go more and more. So, in the middle of us studying, I mentioned about having to pee. “Okay? Go pee then? I’m not going anywhere,” she said. “Nah, I’ll be fine, just sort of thinking out loud here,” I said. “If you’re fine, then why the fuck are you bringing it up?” She jokingly teased, and we both chuckled and went back to studying. After we finished, we decided to cook some food. While we were making food, I moaned, “ughh...I just really have to pee.” “So then go pee!” I pretended not to hear her and cut her off. “I’m ready to pee my pants at this point!” She stared and then laughed a little bit. “Oh my God, Molly. Just fucking go to the bathroom.” “I’m just exaggerating Emily. Oh my God, have you ever peed your pants before?” It was a risky question but I said it casually. “Uhh...only once like last year, and that was because my ex had tickled me too much and I just...you know...started going?” I laughed, but I was getting more and more horny. “So, like, was it bad?” “I had to change afterwards but not too bad. What’s up with all the questions about this?” “Nothing! Just I have to pee and it’s all that’s on my mind right now.” We ate dinner, talked for a bit longer, and I kept making it obvious that I had to go. Emily finally decided to go into the shower, and while she was in the bathroom, I put my plan into action. She had just gotten out of the shower, and I could hear her changing and doing her normal bathroom-routine, so I knocked on the door. “Molly, I’ll be out in like two minutes! Can’t it wait?” “Emily…” I groaned, acting like I actually wanted to go on the toilet. Of course I didn’t. She opened the door, with a hair-dryer in her hand, with a towel over her body. “What?” “I have to pee! I’m literally about to pee all over my shorts!” She stared at me, and started to shut the door. I groaned as she did it. She didn’t seem to care. I really wanted to embarrass myself in front of her. The more desperate I sounded, the hornier I became. “If I don’t go pee RIGHT now, I’m gonna pee all over my shorts, and it’s gonna drip down my legs and go onto your carpet!” Emily swung open the door. I leaned, crossed my legs, put my hand on my crotch, and looked at her with pleading eyes. I was planning on doing this until she finally was finished in the bathroom, and then I would pee right in front of her. But she hadn’t even finished putting her pajamas on, and told me, standing in the bathroom, “Just go pee!” I wasn’t expecting that to happen. I stood there and said, “W-w-well, I mean, just finish doing what you’re doing in the bathroom, and I should be fine.” “Make up your mind! Just go pee, Molly!” She giggled a little as she said that. She was getting a kick out of my pee-dance. I really had no other choice but to walk into the bathroom. It would have been suspicious of me not to. “You can finish brushing your hair or whatever with me in here...just don’t look at me while I pee, okay?” I said. “Okay! I won’t look at you. But holy shit just fucking pee, I don’t want you pissing all over the carpet,” she laughed. I still wanted to pee myself. I stood in front of the toilet, rubbing my thighs together, and thought of a perfect Plan B. “What the fuck! I can’t get my button undone on my shorts!” I said. Of course I could. But I acted like I couldn’t. I pretended to struggle. Emily walked up to me, and reached for my shorts’ button to help. I knew she would have gotten it undone, but I put my hand over her’s, pushed her’s out of the way and still pretended to struggle. “Molly, what are you doing?” she shouted, right before I decided to let it all out. I stood there, and started peeing. She stared, and didn’t say anything until she noticed pee dripping down my legs and onto the floor, and seeing my crotch get darker in my shorts. “Sit on the toilet!” She yelled, laughing and surprised. So I sat on the toilet for a second, said, “I think I can stop it,” and stood up. I didn’t stop it. I kept going until there was pee all over the floor and toilet, and of course, me. Emily seemed surprised, but she moreso laughed then anything. She kept saying how gross it was, and that I was cleaning up the mess. After I got out of the shower and went into our bedroom, as I sat on my bed, she asked if I was okay. “Yes?” I said. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “I don’t know...I just feel bad that you peed yourself...that must have been embarrassing…” “It was...but I’m fine. It could have been worse,” I said. “Right...didn’t you pee yourself in front of your mom or something and that’s why you don’t live there anymore?” “Something like that,” I said. “Things just escalated, that’s really it.” After that, we just decided to call it quits and turn off the lights and go to sleep. That’s it folks.
  15. 14 points
    Its been some time since i've drawn something but I'm back with a new one. I just used cell shading for this one because soft shading takes a too long, and I some what prefer cell shading anyway. This is Maki again enjoying herself >w<
  16. 13 points
    Hey everyone!! Not too long ago, I wrote a post asking how I might gain access to the men's room, that I might scout it out and, some day, maybe attempt to use a urinal. I finally bit the bullet and, while I haven't yet tried the urinal, I did explore a men's room and even did some...unorthodox...peeing!! The day after I wrote the post referred to above, I began looking around for some viable bathrooms for my adventure. I am still too timid to sneak into an interior restroom, so I primarily narrowed it down to gas stations and parks. Unfortunately, it seems like most of the parks in my area lock up in the evening. The gas stations, however, do not. I found one such station not too far from my apartment that has exterior single-occupancy bathrooms. Immediately, I knew this would be my first target. Last night, I finally worked up the gumption and committed myself. Around 11:30PM, I began chugging tons of water, figuring that if I'm going to explore the men's room, I'm going to empty my bladder in there one way or another. In case something came up where I needed to dispel my urine stores quickly, discretely, and cleanly, I swapped out of my jeans into a cute skirt and forewent the panties. Around midnight to 12:15, I could feel the urge approaching. Excited, albeit a bit nervous, I jumped into my car and sped off. Within minutes, I pulled into the gas station parking lot, the pressure steadily increasing, though still not urgent. It occurred to me that it might be a bit strange to drive up, enter the wrong bathroom, and then speed off into the night, so I parked and waited for the song on the radio to end (Sweet Child O' Mine, anyone? ). Once it concluded, I entered the gas station store and paced around inconspicuously. I meandered to the back of the store and perused their drink selection. I wasn't yet bursting, but, under normal circumstances, I definitely would've gone to relieve myself. I glanced at my watch...12:35. I grabbed a bottle of water because, hey, if you're going to commit, why not jump in with both feet? I took the bottle to the guy at the register, trying not to fidget too much. He was in the middle of something, so it took him a minute to respond. As the seconds passed, tick by tick, I felt my bladder filling, drip by drip. As I began to wonder if he noticed me standing there, he finally looked up and asked if I were ready to check out. I set aside my urge to make a sarcastic remark in the name of getting out quickly. With a yawn, he handed me my bottle of water. By then, I was shuffling uncomfortably from foot to foot. I don't think he noticed. I briefly fantasized about the possibility of letting loose right there in front of him and how he might respond. A grown woman peeing all over herself right in front of him, forming a giant pool right in the middle of the gas station. I smirked and went with my better judgment to not go that far. As I made my way to the door, I groped myself briefly. I was desperate now. I glanced at my watch 12:45. I progressed to my car and sat on the hood, facing away from the station and road so I could chug my water and hold myself without attracting attention. I only downed about a quarter of the bottle. I couldn't bring myself to drink any more as I sat there, dancing in place, about to pee all over the parking lot. "Okay, now!" I thought to myself. I rose and walked around the side of the station. "Good," I muttered under my breath, "The coast is clear." My pace quickened, as did my heart rate, as I approached the restrooms. I wasn't even trying to hide that my hand was firmly planted between my legs. I stopped between the doors for the men's room and the women's room. I looked at them both, my heart pounding, each pulse an insult to my urinary tract. Looking back, I probably would've chickened out, but between the urgency to urinate clouding my mind, and the knowledge that I'd never make it home without wetting in my car, I finally bolted for the door of the men's room. I pounded it open, the light flicking on as the door swung. I immediately slammed the door behind me and locked it. Isolated at last. I broke into a huge smile as my eyes fell onto the urinal before me, but the smile dissipated slightly when I recognized the state of the bathroom. It was utterly filthy. Are all men's rooms like this? There was what I presumed to be pee all over the floor and lip of the urinal (which probably would've turned me on if I weren't in such an agonizing need to add my own). I knew I wasn't ready to try a urinal (my experiments in the shower revealed I need significant training), so, shaking from both excitement and desperation, I rushed over to the seated toilet, my feet splashing gently in the cold fluid on the floor. With one look at the seat, however, I knew it wasn't going to be an option. To any guys reading this, honestly, is it common practice to just pee wherever you want in the bathroom? It appeared as though the last gent didn't even aim. I doubled over in desperation, nearly letting out a spurt. "Okay," I thought, "The toilet's not an option. The urinal's not an option. I'm not even going to look at the trash can. That leaves the floor." I urgently raised my skirt and nearly released when my eyes fell onto a different option...the sink. I giggled like a little girl and dashed over to it. It's sunken into a counter, so I clamored on top, careful not to bump my abdomen on the way. I had barely positioned my lower half over it and raised up my skirt when I finally succumbed to the desperate pleas of my bladder. Almost instantaneously, a warm jet of clear urine spat from between my labia. Pee splattered violently into the basin of the sink as a wave of relief rushed over me, sending chills throughout my entire body. Goosebumps emerged on my arms and I laughed with delight as I looked over at the urinal beside me. "Unbelievable," I thought. I hovered my butt over that sink for what felt like forever, pee jetting out relentlessly. I glanced up at the mirror in front of me and howled with laughter at the ridiculous sight of myself. I had a full view of everything, the pee glistening as it shot out from my lady bits. Finally, the last few trickles came to a halt. I glanced up at the mirror again, briefly savoring the comical (and honestly, pride-inducing) sight. Then I realized that, in my frenzy, I neglected to acquire toilet paper. I let myself down from the counter and hobbled over to the TP dispenser, this time, a bit more careful to avoid the puddles on the floor. I grabbed a wad and wiped, letting my hand linger a bit longer than necessary, giving some attention to the tingling feminine anatomy below. I threw my used toilet paper into the trash can and washed my hands, grinning at myself in the mirror. I opened the door cautiously, looking to see if anyone was lingering around. Clear. I made a dash to my car and drove home, celebrating my first adventure into the men's room!! My next goal is to master standing to pee in the shower!! [Penis envy intensifies]
  17. 12 points
    Hey! Debated posting this since it’s not the world’s most exciting story and might veer slightly into a Welsh stand up comedy review, but I’m tipsy and a little soggy still, so what the hey lol. I went to Edinburgh by train this morning to meet with a few friends. Two live there, one lives south of it and I’m in Dundee, so it makes sense as a meeting point. Once or twice a year we meet, wander around the city, drink and then party ways again in the evening. I got onto the train at about 9pm, going through to about the middle of the carriage to find a seat that was unreserved - by which I mean it had a ticket but the last reservation got off at Berwick lol - and started the second half of a stand up comedy show I’d watched the first half of this morning on my iPad (Rhod Gilbert - The Man with the Flaming Battenberg Tattoo by the way. If you like British comedy and you have not seen it, go and find it. It’s beautiful lmao). About halfway through the journey I finished watching the show, having stifled my laughter as much as possible - I did not expect a slide show involving a potato to be the crown jewel. At this point I was starting to need the toilet, though. And while the carriage was maybe only half to two thirds full, with a lot of people seemingly no-showing their reservations, the man in the aisle seat next to the window one I’d taken had turned up. He was due to get off before Dundee, so rather than ask him to move so I could use the loo, I thought I’d just wait. Well, I waited just fine! He got off, and I was left alone. The couple in the seats opposite us had also left on his stop. And left me, with maybe 20 minutes or so to Dundee, thinking about the situation. I needed a wee. I was full of alcoholic courage. The idea of public wetting is one that I’ve slowly been familiarising myself with, and getting excited about, pushing my boundaries here and there. I didn’t like the idea of irritating the cleaner, but (and I know this is a horrible mentality) the train was already a sty, strewn with crumbs, litter, muddy footprints and copies of the Metro. I had considered getting up and going to the toilet, but they are ridiculously tight to get into - and I’m not a small girl lol - and normally have a floor of toilet paper, wee, and if you hit the jackpot, even more. So I did what any drunk person in her mid-20s would do in Scotland lmao. With my legs pinned together as tightly as possible, my dress not stuck between my crotch to avoid dampening it, my legs positioned, and leaning back a little for comfort, I started going as slowly as possible. It took a few seconds to start, then I felt the all familiar heat. My wee processed across my thighs, going down my legs. Some fell into my shoes - I felt my ankles dampen - while some ran over them and pooled at my heels. Halfway through, while I started to speed up due to confidence, I also felt my bum start to dampen. Wetting myself had the side effect of sobering me up - I felt myself flush over as the realisation of what I had done, and what i had to do next - struck. Once the liquid had cooled, I got up, swung my satchel around to cover whatever staining I had caused on the bum side of my dress, and waited in the “lobby” where the exit was. I don’t know if anyone noticed, the puddle I left on the floor wasn’t particularly significant. It felt like most of my wee was still clinging to my clothes. I’m sure there really wasn’t and it was just me being hyper-focused on the situation, but in my head, there was an audible squelch every time I took a step. After getting off the train, I headed up the stairs as fast as I could. I got into the first taxi in the rank, gave her my destination, and sat on the edge of the seat in the hope of not inflicting anyone else with my mess. Paid her, got in, said hello to my flatmate/friend while avoiding him seeing me, and absconded to my room, where I still am. I haven’t changed yet. Too lazy. 😀
  18. 12 points
    Senior year of college I started seeing a girl who we'll call Liz. I dated Liz for 3 years, but this was when we had just met and started hooking up. I had known her for about a month when this story takes place. She was a fairly tall slim brunette that had a really cute face with the perfect amount of freckles. I had known her for such a short amount of time that the subject of peeing had never come up, so I had no idea what her attitude about it was. On this day she was wearing gray leggings and a light jacket. I went to a big state university, but no one really cared much about our football team, they weren't very good and had to play at another schools stadium on the other side of the city, so typically attendance was pretty bad. But my senior year we were unusually decent, and our homecoming game was going to be on primetime TV, so a lot of people planned to go out to the game. A bunch of my friends and I had planned to go over to the game that night, and I invited Liz along. We were hanging out at my apartment first, and she did pee before we left, after that we went over to my friends apartment where we drank, then we had to walk 20 minutes to catch a shuttle that would take 30 minutes to get us to the game, and a lot of drinking was also taking place on the shuttle. So we arrive at the game about 2 hours after we had left my apartment. Now for those unfamiliar with American college football, tailgating is about half the fun, especially when your schools team isn't that good, which most of them aren't. So a culture of getting drunk in the parking lot before and during the game becomes prominent. We arrived about 2 hours before the game was actually going to start, and we didn't really plan on going until it was under way. So we arrive at the tailgate and quickly find some people we knew who had some cars set up and more to drink. I had noticed that Liz had been kinda quiet since we got off the bus, and after about 5 minutes of being there she leaned in to me and quietly told me that she had to go the bathroom. I offered to show her where the porta pottys were but she said she would just wait until we got into the game. Now, I knew that was a bad idea, we probably wouldnt even start going into the game for at least another hour and a half, and from where we were walking to the game, going through security, then finding a bathroom would be another half hour at least. I figured she would soon break and ask me to show her where the porty pottys were, but I didn't say anything and just kept having fun at the tailgate. She remained quiet and obviously uncomfortable and sure enough, probably 20 minutes later, she asks me if we're going in soon, I told her probably not for a while, and she asked me to show her where the porta pottys were. As we started walking she said "Sorry, I just really really have to go" and I assured her it was no problem. Apparently, whoevers job it was to get the porta pottys didnt get the memo that there were going to be a LOT more people there on that day than usual, because there were like 15 porta pottys for probably more than 5,000 people. Each one had a massive line in front of it that was no joke 30-35 people deep. I heard Liz quietly say "oh my god" when she saw the lines and I said this would probably take a while. We got in line and she immediatley crossed her legs tightly and leaned forward with a worried but determined look on her face. Probably a minute or two later we hadn't moved and she told me that she was going in to the game and would meet up with me later. I told her that by the time we waited in the security line, it would be faster to just wait here. She let out frustrated groan and stamped her feet and said "ugh I have to pee so bad". A few minutes later she could really not stand still, she was running her hands over her belly and down to her thighs, swinging her legs around. Her face was really red and she started stretching around commenting that there must be another bathroom, to which I replied that there wasn't. A few minutes later she was completely frantic, she was walking in circles and doing this thing where she would turn away from me and quickly touch herself for just a split second at a time. If I wasn't paying attention I probably wouldn't have even noticed, but I couldn't help but watch her every move like a hawk. Not long after that, with still at least 25 people in front of us, she turned and started walking away, I followed her and she explained that there must be another bathroom somewhere. I tried to argue with her and tell her that if she gave up her spot in line she would have to wait even longer, but she, looking at the ground and seemingly on the brink of tears, weakly said "I can't... I can't wait in that line, I'm going to find a bathroom" I kept telling her there were no other bathrooms but she just kept saying "there have to be". We walked for probably 10 minutes across the lot when she slowed down then eventually stopped right next to a big truck which she used for cover as she plunged one hand shamelessly into her crotch and used the other to cover her face. She was starting to cry now, kinda kneading herself with her hand while moving one leg around rapidly. I quickly suggested that we go just a little further to a less populated area where she could go between two cars. "I can't... I need a bathroom" she said weekly. I grabbed her hand and told her to trust me and we walked a little further to where there were no people around. I took her between two cars and pulled a stray chair someone had left out to cover one side and stood on her other side. I told her to squat and go here. She was standing there, trembling, crying pretty hard, one hand in her crotch and the other covering her face breathing like she was in labor. She bent over a bit and looked around, then looked back at the ground. She stayed like that for about a minute, shaking like crazy the whole time. Then she let out a squeal and muttered "please help me", then she quickly dropped in a squat, taking her leggings and underwear down in one motion before absolutely exploding. She peed hard for at least a minute and I am not exaggerating, she was staring at the ground the whole time, still shaking. Her panties were soaked and there were a few sporadic wet spots on her gray leggings which showed the wetness very clearly. Finally she finished and quickly stood up and started walking away. She walked for a bit then stopped, still panting, and looked down to inspect the damage, which wasn't that bad, could easily have been passed off as spilled beer, but I also knew her panties were soaked. She started apologizing profusely, saying she hadn't needed to pee that bad in a long time and that she was very sorry but she needed to go home and would see me later. I of course insisted in going home with her. Later she told me about a traumatic experience she had as a kid where she wet herself in front of her whole class and a boy she liked and how it stuck with her for a long time, and that she kept thinking about how she wasn't going to let that happen again and how relieved she was that I wasn't upset or anything... if she only knew.
  19. 12 points
    Me and my weak bladder are back at it again. I was trying to practice self care this week since it was an easy one with very little work. I went to bed early and was excited to wake up leisurely since my usual morning class had been cancelled and I only had one other class that day so an evening spent relaxing was on its way. I, of course, was mistaken. Make no mistake, I woke up leisurely; but when I rolled over to check my phone, I noticed an event on my calendar. My eyes widened as I took in what it read. I had completely forgotten that I had promised the literary club I’m a member of that I would help set up for a guest lecturer the University was hosting. I now had 10 minutes to get dressed and over to campus. I hurriedly brushed my teeth and threw on clothes, grabbing my backpack as I raced out the door. In my haste, not only had I forgotten my key, but also to stop and have my morning pee. Of course, I thought of neither of these things as I hurried to the building we were setting up in. I made it just in time to help and then rushed off to lecture as soon as the preparations were done. It was only once I had sat down in lecture and had time to breathe that I realized my bladder was less than happy. I squirmed a bit until the feeling subsided and thought nothing more of it since there were only 30 minutes left in lecture and I knew I could head home right afterwards. Once the professor finished speaking and released us, I felt my bladder once again raise the warning flag. Although the feeling refused to subside, I once again blew it off. For a moment, I considered using the bathroom on campus; however, after a moment’s deliberation, I decided to just go ahead and make the walk home so I could collapse back into bed or have a nice Netflix date with me, myself, and I. My need only got worse and worse as I made my way home. I was squirming even as I walked, thighs pressing together as much as they could. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides constantly, as I resisted the temptation to hold myself. All the other times I had made the desperate walk back to my place had been after the sun had set. This time it was early afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, and pedestrians strolled past me, presumably oblivious to my struggle. Seconds seemed like hours as I hurried into the lobby and then into the elevator, trying desperately to both hold my bladder and make sure no one could tell that was exactly what I was doing. As the elevator ascended, I felt a large spurt dampen my panties. I grabbed my crotch, pee dancing in earnest as I felt the pressure in my bladder grow. Even once I reached my floor, I could barely appreciate that I was so close to relief because one of the people from my floor was on the other side. I quickly removed my hands from my crotch, thanking god that my neighbor hadn’t noticed, before giving them a brittle smile as they entered the elevator I had just vacated. Sensing my proximity to my apartment, and thus to a bathroom, my bladder begged for release, sending two more strong spurts into my panties and dampening my jeans. I could practically feel the liquid sliding down my sphincter, aching to be let free. I eagerly stopped in front of the door and reached into my bag to retrieve my keys but came up empty. I panicked as I continued to dig around but never once felt the cool, reassuring metal that would’ve signified I had the means to enter my apartment. I cursed loudly to myself, hitting the door with my free hand in frustration, as if doing so would magically allow me entrance. All my effort got me was another long leak into my pants, until a noticeable wet spot marred the front of my blue jeans. I got myself back under control, both hands pressed tightly into my crotch, as I took several calming breaths. Eventually, with trembling legs, I managed to get better control of myself and remove my hands. I mentally prepared myself to make the journey back down past the lobby to acquire a spare key. Although I hoped for a moment that the long leak would at least ease the pressure in my aching bladder, it only encouraged my body to let go. The ride back down to the lobby was excruciating and by the time I finally walked over to maintenance, each step I took nearly made me lose control. I gave the on-duty maintenance worker a forced smile as I asked for the spare, praying he wouldn’t notice my need but simultaneously hoping that he would so he’d hurry up. Unfortunately, he seemed in no rush and leisurely looked for the key before handing it over with a smile far more genuine than mine. I thanked him and turned on my heel to head back to my apartment. When my bladder slowly began to leak again, I knew it was game over. I felt it dribble down my leg, slipping to the floor, and undoubtedly leaving a small trail down my jeans. Every second the elevator took to return to ground floor was another second closer to what was beginning to feel like an inevitable accident. Having given up on all sense of decorum, I grabbed my crotch again, bending over at the waist and nearly in tears as my pent up urine strained to get free. Once the elevator finally arrived I hobbled in, quickly pressed the button to my floor, and turned so that the minute the door opened I could make a run for my apartment. Unfortunately, as the elevator doors closed, the floodgates opened. I let out a mortified “no, no, no! Not now! I’m so close!” but my bladder paid me no mind as it finally released itself. I felt the first large leak hit my hands as the elevator ascended, but I continued clutching myself in the desperate hopes of stopping the flood. Despite my best efforts, piss filled my panties, crotch growing warm, as the leak evolved into a waterfall. I was helpless to do anything but stare down at my wet hands, still buried in my crotch, my quickly darkening jeans, and the puddle beginning to form around me. The doors opened on my floor before I had even finished, and I numbly exited the elevator still pissing myself. There I was, a full grown college student, wetting myself where anyone could’ve seen me. Eventually my bladder exhausted itself, and for a minute I stood there staring at my soaked jeans and the damage I’d done to the carpet. I even thought back to the puddle I’d left in the elevator. My cheeks burned as I slowly made my way to my apartment, no need to rush now, and used the spare key to let myself in. I immediately spotted my keys sitting where’d I’d left them: in plain sight on the kitchen counter. I sighed and resigned myself to a long shower and an earlier laundry day then I’d intended.
  20. 12 points
    So I realized that I haven’t actually wet the bed full-on in a while. Like, sometimes when I’m in bed late at night and I’m horny, I’ll let a little bit out, just enough to dampen my pants or a little bit of my bed. But I haven’t fully wet the bed, where I had to change my bedsheets and pants. So, last night I decided I would. I knew Emily had a class that she had to be in first thing in the morning, so she would wake up before me. After planning it out accordingly, I drank a lot of water. Like, a shit ton of water. By the time it was time for bed, I had a good urge to pee. It wasn’t bad, but I definitely had to go. I put on some pajama bottoms, which are pink. I was also wearing a pink thong underneath. I hopped in bed, and it was difficult to fall asleep because I had to pee. But I ended up falling asleep. Now this is my favorite part about bed-wetting. The waking up part. Subconsciously, I felt my front thighs and shirt getting warmer and warmer, until I finally snapped awake and awoke to myself drenched. It was about 5 AM, and Emily had to wake up in an hour. I had to wake up for 10. I turned on my flashlight on my phone, and there was a huge puddle in my sheets. My bed reeked. I pulled down my pants and panties, where my bare ass was in the puddle. I grabbed my dildo from underneath my bed, and started masturbating. It felt so nice. I came so hard, and it set sort of an exhaustion in me, where I pulled up my pants and fell back asleep. I slept right through Emily leaving for class, and I ended up waking up at 10 when my alarm went off. It felt really uncomfortable in my pants because it was drying, but it was still damp. I woke up with an urge to pee, I hadn’t peed in about 5 hours then. I walked out of bed, stood in the shower, and released the rest of my bladder into my pink pants. I walked back into my room and took a quick picture. I already took of my sheets by now to change them and I realized after the fact that I forgot to take a picture. Sorry. Anyways, I was getting even more horny, so I went in the shower, and grabbed the shower handle and used it to masturbate with. It felt even better than my 5 AM orgasm. Anyways, I spent the better half of my day before class doing laundry. But that’s all I have for this story, sorry it’s short but I really have to pee, and I don’t want to pee at my desk. Emily is also home so I don’t know if she’s gonna walk in on me peeing in our room, so I’m just gonna end it here so I can pee in the shower. Thanks for reading guys!
  21. 12 points
    So I don't think I've ever told anyone this story before, let alone posted it on here, but I figured that I would share it now. So this is the story of my first deliberate wetting, which is what made me realize I love peeing myself! It's not too crazy of a story, it's simple really, but I wanna share it. So this was about 4 years ago, give or take, and I was home alone. Now, I was already into omorashi related stuff, I mean, I was looking up videos on YouTube and other sites of people wetting themselves. I had never imagined myself to be doing the wetting. I recall myself just sitting around, hanging out in my room. My mom had wanted me to do some chores that day, but I had been putting it off all day long. I do know for a fact that I was watching a video of a girl pissing her pants, and the way that the pee seemed to just crawl out of her pants and down her legs intrigued me. After I was done watching the video, I was watching TV or something like that in my room. I don't think I had peed in a while, considering the fact my bladder started to fill up. I was going to go to the bathroom, when I had thought I heard a car door close from outside, and it hit me that I hadn't done any of the chores my mom had asked me to do. So, I quickly ran into my kitchen, tossed some dishes into the dishwasher, and I ran around the house in record time, doing chores, until I realized that my mom wasn't really home. I was just hearing things or something. But I didn't know when she would show up, so I continued doing the chores. The last thing I had to do was laundry, and my washing machine is in my old basement. I started to do it, when I realized that I was so desperate to pee. I was crossing my legs as I threw clothes into the machine, and took wet clothes out, and put them in the dryer. The wet clothes made me only have to go worse, but then I had an idea. I wanted to see what it would be like to pee myself. I kept thinking about it, and telling myself that it was gross and that it should only be kept to people who like peeing themselves. But I had realized that I never actually peed myself, at least, not since I was a kid. I kept debating it in my head, until I decided that it wasn't worth it, because I didn't know if my mom would pull up right then. I decided that I would just go pee on the toilet, when my phone rang. It was my mom. She had told me that she would be home in like 15 minutes or something like that. I hung up the phone, and stood there, in my basement. I was wearing jeans that day, and they were actually really tight on me. So they didn't do any justice to my bladder. Finally, I just decided to let it out. Yolo, right? It was my first deliberate wetting, and I'll admit that it felt weird. I felt really dirty doing it. The smell of my own pee was what really surprised me. The warmth growing down my legs felt weird, but the fact that it felt burning hot was interesting, and I felt myself getting horny from it. It had mostly went down one leg, but I ended up squatting on the floor of my basement for the rest of it. By the time I was finished, my heart was pounding and I felt like I had just robbed from a store. Part of me felt guilty doing it, like I shouldn't have done it. But my mom wasn't home, so she didn't know. I took a picture of the basement floor and how big my puddle was. I mopped up the puddle to the best I could, and I did it in my soaked jeans. I went back into my room, and looked at myself in the mirror. It was such a rush to see piss on my jeans. I snapped a picture of my pants because I knew that I would do it again, so I wanted a "memory" saved of it. Right after I took the photo, I remember shoving my hand deep inside my pants and feeling my panties, which were wet, and my hand found its way to my pussy, and for the next period of time, I lied on my floor, and I fingered myself so hard, it brought me to an orgasm that felt out of this world. I remember that the orgasm was incredible because of the rush I got. Now, like a lot of people, I usually moan to myself subconsciously while I get off, but I remember that when I hit that orgasm, it hit me so hard that I let out a super loud wail. When I pulled myself together, I knew that this would be something I would do for many more times. I remember jumping in the shower, and by the time I got out, my mom was home. She asked if the laundry was in the washing machine, which I told her yes. I had my dirty clothes right next to my side when I was talking to her, and she had told me that she didn't want to do an extra load, so she would just take my clothes from me and she'd throw them in the washing machine. I remember insisting on telling her no, and that I would be the one to put my clothes in the wash for her. She seemed confused but she went with it. And that was the story of what got me into self-urination. I don't really reach that ground-shaking orgasm as much anymore when I deliberately pee myself nowadays, but whenever I have a legit accident, usually in public, the embarrassment turns me on afterwards, and I usually get that same feeling. I'd love to hear everyone else's first deliberate wetting stories!
  22. 12 points
    A sigh escaped her as she sat on the couch, a young child in her arms. If she thought that having a baby was hard, having a toddler was much harder. The infant was always getting into things that she shouldn’t, picking up things and putting them in her mouth, things that could cause her harm! In the end, she and her fiancé had decided to child-proof the entire house! Even going as far as to lock the bathroom door! Normally, she would’ve called her fiancé out for being such a freak as to want to lock the door that lead to the toilet, but after she’d seen the child pulling the toilet freshener off of the side and putting it in her mouth! Well that just sealed the deal for her and on went the lock. As much as she loved her little daughter, she knew that she would be glad when she was of an age where she could be told not to touch things. Then the locks could come off, as it was now, it was a chore to even find the key to the bathroom door, thankfully she’d never been absolutely desperate to go, but still. “Awww, she’s so cute. I wish mine was like that,” her friend said. She smiled and looked down at the sleeping child. “She sleeps almost all the time,” she replied. Her friend gave an adoring smile and then looked her in the eye. “Are you potty training her yet?” She asked. The woman nodded and sighed, picking up her coffee and taking a sip, before putting it back down. “Yeah, but it’s not easy. I’m just glad that we have linoleum flooring,” she stated. Her friend laughed and they continued to talk and drink their coffees, until it was time for her friend to go. “Well, I’ll see you soon,” her friend said. A smile appeared on the woman’s face, and the two friends hugged before going their separate ways. - Several hours later, the amount of coffee the woman drank with her friend was beginning to catch up with her. Feeling the need to pee, she headed towards the public restrooms, opting to use the disabled and baby changing room so the pushchair could fit inside. When she opened the door, she almost heaved. The bathroom was in a complete state of disarray, and there was a foul smell coming from the toilet itself. Shaking her head, she decided that she could wait until she got home. Abandoning the public restrooms, the woman made her way towards the bus station, looking at the times for all the busses. Her heart almost sank when she saw that her bus was delayed by ten minutes!! She crossed her legs slightly and went to sit on one of the seats in the bus station. As time went past, the woman found herself becoming more and more desperate. She could hardly sit still now, and her legs were pressed together so hard that she was sure there’d be bruises later on. Finally her bus arrived, and she was one of the first to get on. Having stood up though, gravity had been pulling at her almost over full bladder, and she was more desperate now. Sitting down on the seat, she once again crossed her legs and squirmed. She hoped with all her might that the bus didn’t need to make too many stops, because she didn’t think that she’d make it if it did. - A full half an hour later, the woman got off of the bus with her child and walked hurriedly to her house. Her desperation made her shake so much that she had trouble putting the key in the lock, and when she did it was to a slight spurt into her panties. Giving a groan, she pressed her thighs together and opened the door as fast as possible. It was then, that her child started to cry and she quickly had to let the child out of the pushchair, before running up the stairs. Getting to the bathroom, she pulled on the handle, but then remembered that the door was locked! A groan escaped her as she lifted her hand to the top ledge of the door and tried to find the key. It was no use though, as the woman remembered that she’d put the key in her jewellery box, downstairs. Giving another groan, the woman quickly made it downstairs when she felt another spurt. She wasn’t going to last if she had to go up those stairs again. Suddenly, something caught her eye. The bright pink colour of her daughter’s potty! Hurrying over to it, she picked it up and took it to a space where she believed she wouldn’t be seen, before pulling up her skirt and pulling down her panties. She sat on the potty and released a torrent of piss into the plastic toilet, sighing in relief. She was so into her relief, that she didn’t hear the front door open and close. When she looked up, her eyes widened when she saw her fiancé stood there with their daughter in his arms. She gave a nervous chuckle. “Hey.”
  23. 12 points
    Thanks so much! I originally had an idea for a Tracer/Mei comic, but I scrapped it because I really didn't like how it looked after I started drawing the first page. Here's some of the unfinished doodles for that. The idea for it is still in my group of 13-page comic ideas.
  24. 11 points
    Me: Guy in his early 20s, on the thin side with combed back blonde hair and green eyes (you can’t see my face in the pics) I was bored today and I said I would post, so I decided to do a hold. It started off easy, I was just sitting in my bed talking on the phone and I had only drunk a two bottles of water and a coffee. As the conversation went on I started to feel the urge, but it was manageable. I decided to fidget around a little and figured I would be fine for the time being.. The conversation ended after some time had passed and I decided to play some games to take my mind off the fact that I needed to pee. I was playing CSGO, and a match usually takes about an hour. I seriously needed to pee waiting for my first match and I doubted I could make it through the entire hour, less concentrate on the match. I ended up making it through the match, chatting with people on discord and concentrating on the game took my mind off my urge to pee. I actually loaded a second match before I realized how bad my situation was. By the time I realized there was no way I could wait another hour, I had already started. I decided I didn't wanna leave the computer, so I was gonna have to wait until I finished the match- dry or not. It ended up being the latter. I couldn't ignore it anymore. Towards the end of the match I started leaking. As soon as it ended I ran to the bathroom (awkwardly walked actually).. but it was too late. By the time I actually made it into the bathroom, I wasn't leaking, I was full on pissing myself. I hadn't actually peed myself in a long time, but here I was, trying to get my jeans down without making the situation even worse. I honestly didn't care that much at that point, the relief felt so good. I'll leave the moan to your imagination. :) If any of the ladies of omo.com think they can wait longer, let me know and we can challenge that hypothesis. My original post asking what kind of videos you guys want can be found here: If you have any ideas hmu!
  25. 11 points
    This is an incident i witneessed some years ago, when i was in college. It was early in june and i had just gotten back to my home town for summer holiday. I was at a shopping center, where i had been having a coffee with one of my friends. Now i was going for a round doing some purchases. But first, i went to the toilet, as per orders from my body. At this time there was toilets located in three spots at the shopping centre:A unisex and HC toilet at the first floor, male and female toilets inside a cafe in the 2nd floor, and a single HC/unisex toilet at the 2nd floor.I went for the double unisex/HC toilet at the first floor, as it was the closest one. Which turned out beeing a very good choice. As soon as i got there i spotted i girl i knew from before: Her name was Bente. I think she was around 20 years old at this point. She stood at the end of the line for the toilet. There was 6-7 people in front of her. She is an ex-girlfriend of one of my friends. The first thing i noticed was that Bente stood with her legs very tightly crossed. She was leaning her upper body slightly forward and holding a hand between her thighs. I greeted her. She replied with a single "Hi". Her face looked very uncomfortable. And her body seemed very strained. She stood completely stiff with her legs tightly crossed. One hand between her thighs and the other one she held on the side of her hip. I think she was also biting her lip. It didn't take many moments before i realized that she was really desperate for the toilet. There was a gap in the line in front of her. Just like the line had moved forward, but Bente had stayed in the same spot. She glanced towards the two toilet doors. I tried starting a conversation with her. But her replies was short. She wasn't very talkative. She looked anxious. Soon she sighed and squeezed her legs harder together. She got a frantic look in her face for a few seconds. A pee-pee urge must have hit her. She wasn't pee-pee dancing at all, she just stood completely stiff. She glanced down on her thighs for a moment, and her face filled with fear. Then she glanced towards the toilet doors again. Soon one of the toilet doors opened and a person came out. The line moved forward. Bente sighed again, as she once again squeezed her thighs hard together. Shortly after, Bente moved a few steps forward, to close the gap in the line. Maybe she did it to ensure no-one came and took her spot in the line. Or maybe she did it because she was so desperate that she had to move a bit. Her steps was quick and strained. She positioned herself with her back leant against the wall. Then she crossed her legs very tight in a quick move. I got a short glimpse of her crotch. There was no signs of wetness. Or at least not yet... It didn't take long before Bente started looking more anxious again. She squeezed her legs harder together. Then she leaned a little forward and slid her hand in-between her thighs again. For the next 2-3 minutes Bente looked more and more anxious. She squeezed her thighs harder together several times. She sighed a few times and looked generally very nervous about not being able to hold it. Then, after 2-3 minutes her behaviour changed: She sighed again, as she once again squeezed her thighs harder together. Then she moved the hand she had between her thighs further up. She was almost holding her crotch now. And her facial expression changed into panic. I think she must have realized that the line was too long for her in this situation. She wouldn't be able to hold it. She would pee herself on the spot any moment, if she stayed here any longer. After not more than half a minute in this condition i heard her say "Nei!" / "No!" silently to herself. Then she went away. She was walking fast. Her moves looked very stiff. I saw rush up the escalator nearby. She must have been heading for the toilets upstairs, at the 2nd floor. The closest one would be those inside the cafe. As i stood there in the line i wondered how it had ended. Had she been able to reach the toilet in time? Or had she started leaking before she got there? Or maybe there was a line upstairs too? I really wanted to know. It wasn't very far to the closest toilet. It was up the escalator, then around 30 meters. And at the toilet inside the cafe there was less likely to be a line, i concluded. At this point i believeed that i was never going to find out. After my toilet break i went into a shop nearby. I had the escalator in view, so i kept half an eye in that direction while looking for the items i was going to buy. Just in case i would get another glimpse of Bente. And after some minutes i spotted her again. She was halfway down the escalator when i saw her. And what i saw answered all my questions: Her jeans was wet. She had peed herself. And not just a little bit. She had had a quite big accident, i would say. She was wet from her crotch and all the way down to her shoes. The wetness covered parts of the front of her thighs and legs. Equal amounts of pee seemed to have flowed down each of her legs. But still, the huge pee stain was quite assymetrical and chaotic: She was wet on the inside of her legs all the way down. She had a huge wet patch around her crotch. And she had several wet streaks running to the sides of her thighs and legs. With several small streaks and patches scattered around. It really looked like she had peed herself while walking, judging from the shape of the wetness with all the streaks running in different directions. Or alternatively, peeing uncontrollably while desperately trying to pull down her jeans, leading to the streaks and stray patches. I couldn't resist looking at her from inside the shop as she came down. At the first floor, at the bottom of the escalator two other girls was waiting for her. I recognized them too, from the time when Bente was together with one of my mates. Maybe they had been waiting for her there all the time? I hadn't noticed them when i passed the area... As she met them i got a glimpse of her back: She was very wet on the backside of her thighs and a bit up her bum. She wad wet streaks running down her legs, below her knees. And a lot of smaller patches scattered around her bum all the way up to her waist. She had peed herself big time. The three girls stood there chatting for a minute or so. Bente looked quite embarrassed, standing there with pee-soaked jeans in public. The wetness was quite visible, even though she was wearing dark blue jeans. After a around a minute the three girls went in the direction of the exit.
  26. 10 points
    This is a video of a friend wetting her jeans in the shower for a 20 euros bet , I think her sister recorded it aha. It's pretty funny! Enjoy :) 20140709_002701.mp4
  27. 10 points
    Got another wetting tale for you all!! This was yesterday's adventure. If you want to skip over the buildup/background and get straight to the wetting, I suggest jumping to paragraph 4! It was one of those days. You all know them. The clouds heavily loomed overhead, weighing down the sky, the grayness weighing down everyone's mood. To make matters worse, the October chill was hanging in the air. It was a mediocre day at work, everyone's demeanor as drab as the day. When I pulled into my apartment at the end of the day, I wanted some excitement to get my spirits up and my heart pounding. My last pee-related excursion outside of the four walls that confine my apartment was my trek into the men's room just over a week ago. I was long overdue. At roughly 5:30PM, it was still too early to attempt another dash into the men's room (I'm not bold enough just yet to try it in daylight), and I didn't feel like waiting until nightfall to get my fun in. I dragged myself out of my work clothes and looked through my closet for something a bit more appropriate for some incognito public wetting...something I hadn't yet checked off of my list. Sure, I've peed while running, wet my bikini at the beach, done the classic duck behind a bush to relieve myself, and even almost gotten caught by a group of guys while watering a parking garage floor (a story for another time, perhaps? ), but I'd never done any real, totally intentional, good ol' classic panty-wetting while walking around town. What better time to give it a shot than when everything's already wet? I could have as much fun as I wanted and nobody would have a clue! I slipped into a nice, warm, gray sweater and pulled a totally weather-inappropriate black skirt over a pair of cheap pink panties, and I was all set! Though I, very intentionally, hadn't urinated for the last few hours at work, I downed a few glasses of water for good measure and grabbed a bottle for the road. I glanced out the window--only a very light drizzle. Perfect. I left my umbrella where it lay in my closet and stepped out into the chilly air. The cool air nipped at my legs, giving me goosebumps, but I smiled to myself, knowing that I would soon have the means to warm them back up. I decided to make my way to some nearby shops to peruse any new holiday decorations they had on display. It was surprisingly crowded in town for such a dismal day, a prospect that made me tingle with excitement and nervousness. On occasion, I would stop at a store window and look in. I could feel myself shaking. No matter how many times I pee myself or experiment in some way with my urine, every new endeavor is practically like my first time, sending jolts of adrenaline through me and turning my stomach inside out. The thrill was building, but the urge to relieve myself was developing more slowly than I anticipated. Figuring I must be less hydrated than I initially thought, I nursed on my bottle. Some time went by. It was pushing 6:20 by the time my bladder alerted me to my need to seek out the facilities, a need that was joyously denied. The drizzle was long finished by now, my brunette hair made sleek by a only faint layer of moisture. I smiled at people as I passed them on the sidewalk, wondering what they would do if they knew the woman sweetly greeting them was about to pee all over herself in the middle of a relatively busy street. 6:30; the urge was growing rapidly now, as was the gnawing of hunger in my stomach. It just so happened that, as an idea flourished in my mind, these two primal urges coincided wonderfully. I found a truck vendor selling burritos and decided to kill two birds with one stone. Why not wet myself while ordering my meal? A smirk snuck across my face as soon as the thought flashed through my mind--talking to some totally oblivious cashier with a trickle down my leg, soaking my legs and filling my shoes with warm splendor. A surge of energy shot through me, electrifying my nerves, kicking my heart into overdrive. I made my way over to the truck, my heart pounding in my throat, and took my place in line, taking note of all the people around and questioning if I should follow through. "What's the worst that can happen?" I thought to myself, "Everything is already thoroughly drenched and besides, my legs could use a little extra warmth." I waited for my turn and, at last, made my way to the window, trying to hide my trembling (and, at this point, reasonably-strong urge to empty the contents of my bladder). As I was talking to the cashier, I began pushing. The muscles refused to cooperate. It was as if I had forgotten how to pee! He said something to me, but I missed it, obviously distracted. "Ma'am?" He questioned. "I'm sorry," my attention snapped back to him, though I maintained some focus on getting the gears moving downstairs. He repeated his question and I answered, my panties still bone-dry, but my bladder urging me to let go. He stepped away for a minute, presumably to get my order ready. I kept at it, trying to release the fluid. As he came back to take my money, the first spurts of warm urine finally burst through, albeit briefly, instantly soaking into my panties. I cracked a smile at this feat, and realizing I probably looked mental just smiling to myself, tried to play it cool like I was smiling at him. With a bit more effort as I reached into my purse to get the money, I managed to release a bit more, most of it still caught in my panties. The warm, wet, fabric stuck enticingly to my vulva. I handed him a couple of bills, my hands visibly shaking. He looked at me, concerned, and asked, "Are you alright, ma'am?" I assured him everything was fine as my spurts, at last, broke into a stream. The flood exited around the crotch of my panties as the warmth spread slightly up my butt. I heard a faint pattering between my legs from some stray pee that had fallen from the center of my crotch. I quickly jolted my legs together, directing all of the pee down my thighs. I nervously looked around to see if anyone had noticed. If they had, they pretended not to--most everyone with their eyes glued to their phones. I could feel my face turning red hot as cascades of pee delivered life-giving warmth back to my chilly legs, finally and soaking into my socks. He handed me my change and bid me a good evening, a courtesy I returned as I turned away, my liquid leg warmers still at work. My shoes now squished with every step, drawing no attention, under the guise that I must've stepped into a puddle. A few seconds later, as I unwrapped my burrito and took my first bites, the warm trickle from my urethra concluded at last. I glanced down nonchalantly, my face still burning ferociously, even warmer than the wet, tingly, lady bits that lay beneath my skirt. My legs were very obviously wet, but on a day like today, I figured nobody would second guess it. This still didn't stop my heart from pounding relentlessly. I walked around a bit as I ate, the warmth of the pee that covered my legs sapping away into the cool evening air. I spilled bits of my burrito in between drinks of water as I traipsed around a bit more. Finally, even my crotch matched the damp chill of the air. Not to fret, however, for by 7:00, my water consumption paid off and I was ready to go again! I turned and made my way toward home, excitement still rushing through me as I replayed the puzzled look on the vendor's face, his oblivious nature as I casually peed all over my own legs right in front of him and even a line of other people!! The thrill of such a taboo action, but everybody in complete ignorance! As I walked past the last few shops on the street, I looked at the people around me, smiling, and began pushing again. Like before, it took effort (I guess after a lifetime of conditioning, it's not particularly easy to pee yourself in front of total strangers), but it came a bit more easily this time. I nodded a cheerful greeting to a couple I passed as that familiar warmth flooded my panties yet again, overflowing and making its way downward. I shook with a chill as the pee spread across my legs yet again, some of it spattering onto the ground, indistinguishable, to the uninformed eye, from my splashing steps. Here came that shot of adrenaline again. I almost wanted to jump for joy, and likely would have if it wouldn't have entailed showering my pee all over everything and drawing unnecessary attention to myself. Inversely correlated with the level of fluid in my bladder, my level of excitement, if you get what I mean, increased as pee jet into my panties. I wanted so badly to rub myself right there as I leaked, but refrained. Again, the last few drops came to a sputtering end, the warm wetness clinging to my legs and, more pleasurably, my nether region . At last, as I arrived at the doorstep of my apartment, my legs, crotch, and butt were quite cold, heightening the sexual sensations as they glistened with moisture. I hurriedly burst through my door, stripped out of my wet clothes, and made my way to a warm shower, reiterating the events of the evening over and over in my head. You can be sure as heck I gave some special attention to my tingling anatomy as a reward for a fantastic close to an otherwise dreary day. Finally, before shutting off the water, I had just enough pee to complete my newly-customary attempt to pee standing during every shower (and admittedly, sometimes when I'm just bored and not showering ). It was a moderate success, though still not quite enough of one to attempt the toilet just yet. Hope you all enjoyed reading about this thrilling experience! Until I finally manage to use a urinal, it's going to be challenging to find an experience that parallels this!
  28. 10 points
    STAFF COMPLAINTS INT. OFFICE - DAY KIRITO and KOZMOFOX are sitting on a bench, discussing the latest affairs with coffee in hand. COMMANDO walks in with papers in hand. COMMANDO I've got a complaint to make regarding the staff here. KIRITO Well, spit it out. COMMANDO The coffee people make here is too hot! It violates health and safety codes 3, 4 and 96B. KOZMOFOX looks to her mug as the coffee eats its way through the bottom, falling onto the floor. The carpet begins to smoke. KOZMOFOX Well, I like it this way. Makes it tangy. COMMANDO looks at the camera like Jim from The Office. Meanwhile, Russian screams can be heard from the floor below as LISK is greeted by the remains of KOZMOFOX's coffee. im looking for $400,000 to make this series. whos with me
  29. 10 points
    I really wanted to work on drawing people as I usually draw furry stuffs and thought what better practice than running through bestest-girls/waifu-supreme! After a few drawings I'll open it up for requests and complete random ones others list (husbando also acceptable of course!). #1 ☑ Tsuyu Asui from Boku no Hero Academia (likely will draw more of her too!)
  30. 10 points
    This sounds like a terrible idea and like a sneaky way to push a fetish on to someone ._. its manipulative and involves straight lying.. and trust me from experience, its not about not being sure it will hold it all, its about dignity and self respect.. you never WANT to use them in that situation! @op: please don't follow this guys "advice" just kind of ignore it unless she talks to you about it like wetdave suggested, trust me its self esteem destroying to deal with that, and every time someone brings it up to you it only knocks it down more.
  31. 10 points
    Hello my dears, I usually do not buy videos, however, I have here one of the most exciting bondage and desperation pee videos I've ever seen. And it seems to be "real" desperation and not that boring "acting stuff" ;P I hope you like it as well as me;) Kiss Annika Bondage - Pissen erzwungen mit RealesFetishPaar.mp4
  32. 10 points
    http://girlpoopvideoonlinewatch.blogspot.com/2017/ The name might be quite distracting, but there are lots of pissing videos too. Best way to find them is just mass opening links (can be quite laggy) or Ctrl+F for specific code. I've already found some vids that aren't here, like FF-120. They are hosted on Openload, so first click will result in random popup, next one will play the file. Have fun!
  33. 10 points
    A couple more from me, I love wetting in satin pants.
  34. 10 points

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    This is an extensive edit I have made and it took a great deal of time. This time I chose a scene from Kobayashi San-chi No Maid Dragon, because Kanna and Saikawa are way too cute. Watch it only if loli doesn't bother you. There is diaper usage involved in the very end, and it's not wetting, but everything is pretty censored so no visible scat whatsoever. I don't know if this category is the appropriate one, but this didn't feel very fitting in "female videos" as it's an animation edit. I'll leave that to mods if they feel like changing category. Enjoy the view.

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  35. 10 points
    Hello i'm Samantha, a 5'9 tall skinny blue eyed blond very shy who lives in New York. This is a story from when I was back in high school. So I went to a private school, of course we had to wear a school uniform, short black skirt and white button up top high white socks hair had to but up in a pony tail or strictly down and tie for some stupid reason... anyway if your into knowing my under clothing I had on pink panties with hearts on them and white bra for this story. Now before we get into the story I wanted to say i'm not the super best holder, I can hold it 5-6ish hours at best (I usually went to the bathroom during lunch at school on some days I could hold it 9 hours depending on how much I drank during the day) I got straight A's through all my years of schooling always stressed during exam week studying late and staying awake off tea (not a coffee drinker) i'm sorry for boring you with back story here in the beginning. I woke up on Tuesday morning at 6am took my shower and now dressed in my school uniform, I go down stairs eat my breakfast, toast eggs and sausage with a glass of orange juice say good-bye to my mommy use the bathroom right before I drive off to school. I always arrive at school much earlier then I should, but lucky for me so did my friend Katherine, we went to the library and talked about boys and what book series was popular at the time, out school had a weird schedule system where we only had 4 classes the first half of the year and then another 4 after the winter break, I enjoyed it because you only had to focus on 4 classes rather then having to focus on 8 classes switching off from day to day as I know some schools do. Katherine and I started discussing what tests we had and quizzed each other before Katherine looked at her watched and noticed the bell for first period was about to ring, she said she needed to pee before class began which is pretty normal for her to do. She asked if I needed to go and I said I didn't have to go as usual, we walked to the bathrooms together as it was on the way to my first class, we said our goodbyes and good luck on our first few exams as we didn't have any class until the last class of the day, but always eat lunch together. My first class of the day was gym, I was never a fan of having gym as the first class of the day, getting all sweaty and icky but during exam week we didn't have gym it was more of a study hall we got to relax, study, read, or some people who decided to take the next hour and 30 minutes to catch up sleep. I just studied for my next class which was english, a guy in my gym class Anthony was also in my english class and we studied together for the class period which was from 7:45-9am. We ask each other questions on Hamlet the book we had to read together as a class this semester, as far as old literature goes i'm more of an Eder Allen Poe fan over William Shakespeare but as it's the course curricular I am stuck with Hamlet, Anthony and I recite the famous saying from the book as we knows it's going to be on todays exam, as he recites it I open my first water bottle and take few sips from it. I sit comfortably with my legs crossed I let my mind wander for a little before I get snapped back to reality by the bell signaling it's time for the next class. I get up pack my things and walk to my english class as I walk into class I read the board with rules on the test and pre-test rules, I sit down and take out my pencil while I read the trick rules about cheating will result in a 0 and no one will be able to leave the class once the test starts and we will be having the first 15 minutes of class to study or use the bathroom. Everyone gets into the classroom within minutes, the teacher asks if anyone has to use the bathroom, I sit and feel a little need to go but brush it off as it's not that bad and shouldn't be a bother for this class, 4 people ask to use the bathroom which the teacher lets everyone go before the test, I drink half of my water before the test starts english class is from 9-10:20am. A few questions are asked and the teacher passes out the tests and state we have 1 hour to finish the test. I start my test and notice theres 50 questions, I make my way through the test, i'm not the first one to finish, but i'm not the last either, with 5 minutes left of class I check all my answers before the teacher states that the time is up and everyone has to pass there papers to the front as I hear the groans of students who don't sound to thrilled the time is already up. I squeeze my legs together and wiggle my butt a bit feeling the need to pee worsen as it always gets by this time of the day, I have finished my first bottle of water during my test. The teacher begins grading the tests as we all sit and talk about questions and debate on which answers are to the correct ones to certain questions, the bell rings signaling the beginning of lunch. Being at a small private school we have a cafeteria like most school, but we can eat anywhere on campus we want, I ask the teacher to please grade my test as I want to know what my grade was before leaving for lunch, he asks for my name without looking up at me and grabs my test. I take a seat at the desk closest to his and take out my lunch I packed last night, the traditional PB&J with some apple slices, chips and ice tea I begin eating my lunch as the teacher grades my test, I notice i'm squirming a lot now noticing my bladder is telling me I really should get to the bathroom before lunch ends, I decide to stay in the empty class room and hold it until I find out the grade of my test. I finish my stand which and beginning on my apple slices as the teacher shows me my test I was thrilled to see I got 97% knowing i'm going to pass the class with a 95 average. I jump with joy not caring about my skirt flopping about, the teacher congratulates me as I thank him for being a good teacher, I pack up the rest of my lunch and walk out into the hallway. I drink some of my ice tea while walking to the spot where Katherine and I meet up everyday for lunch as we have 20 minutes left of the lunch period I sit down and apologize to Katherine about being late before giving her the exciting news about my latest academic achievement, I was too thrilled about meeting my friend I forgot about my filling bladder, I stand and cross my legs very tightly while I finish my ice tea and finish the rest of my apples and chips. I start dancing in place and continue to cross and uncross my legs, Kathrine who was sitting on the ground said I should sit down, I confessed that my bladder was very full and needed to be emptied before the next class, she giggled as I squirmed around mentioned from where she's sitting she can see up my skirt which she seems to mention to me more often then I would want. I brush it off and tell her I'm going to get to the bathroom as I check my watch which tells me 5 minutes until lunch is over. We say our goodbyes for now and I rush off to the bathroom, I turn the corner and see a line for the girls room, the line is never bad, but I can understand why it would be today as it is test day so everyone wants to relive themselves before the start of 3rd period. I see many girls standing with tightly crossed legs, I join the long line and cross my legs as well squirming badly knowing that if I don't get a chance to go now i'm going to be in trouble. The line moves along quite fast, I'm squeezing my legs together and bobbing up and down, I give in and push my skirt between my legs and cross them very tightly, a few girls are in front of me as the bell rings. Not wanting to be late and knowing I won't be able to use the bathroom before class starts I decide to leave the line and rush to math class. I arrive in the class room and sit at my seat and wiggle my butt and squeeze my legs very tightly together, the bell rings to start class, I'm afraid to raise my hand to ask to use the bathroom in fear of being denied, the teacher explains the rules of the test, much of the same as last class. Class is from 11-12:20pm so the teacher passes out the test explaining we only have 60 minutes to finish the 60 questions on the test. I look at the test squirming badly, I realize i'm not going to make it the full class, I try to take my mind off of my bursting bladder by focusing on the test, this distraction only lasts for 20 minutes, longer then I thought, I was able to finish 30 of the questions before I put my pencil down and grab myself and desperately squirm around in my seat. I realize i'm in seriously trouble now I think of asking the teacher but I know he won't let me go to the bathroom, I try focusing on my test more, I'm able to concentrate enough to finish my test, only passing another 20 minutes. I was lucky i'm very good at math so I didn't have to think to much about trying to figure out the answers, I hold myself and cross my legs desperately trying not to pee my panties and skirt at this point, I raise my hand desperate having to ask the teacher. He asks what I need I confess I need to use the bathroom really really bad, I explain I was busy after my last class and didn't get a chance to go during lunch, he said I should have had enough time to go during lunch and told me I have to wait until everyone is done with the test before I can go. I said okay and started pee dancing in my seat I tug at the hem of my skirt before scrunching it up and shoving it between my legs, a few minutes later I leak into my panties, I desperately raise my hand and tell him it's an absolute emergency which is very hard for me to confess, I never asked to use the bathroom all year, this was the only time I did, i'm very shy and would never want to admit such a thing unless it was an absolute emergency. He said he's sorry but I have to just wait, five more minutes go buy and I leak bad this time, the pee spreads to my butt and I don't even want to think what my pink panties are looking like right now, I hold myself as tightly as I can. a few minutes pass and I start leaking again, my bladder can't take anymore of this torture. I look around the room seeing only a few more people are working on the test, but it's too late I start hissing and I can feel the pee rush out of me flooding my butt and my skirt and panties and rushing off the seat splashing onto the floor forming a puddle, I blush really badly and feel like i'm about to cry and I finish peeing myself, someone notices and tells the teacher I had an accident. I hide my face in my hands knowing i'm bright red from embarrassment. The teacher tells me to go to the nurse. I pack up my things and walk to the nurse crying as pee drips from my soaked skirt onto to the floor as I get to the nurses office I knock and have to confess I had an accident, they have me call my mom and tell her what happened, I was able to leave for the day as my last class of the day was World History and we finished the exam last week for that class. I get to my car and lift my skirt and see the damage done to my panties, I put my skirt down and drive home, when I get home I text Katherine telling her I won't be in World History, I go to the bathroom and take off my peed panties and skirt and take a shower. I was so upset about having an accident for the next few days I was so scared to go to school afraid of what others might say. Not to many people teased me about it has happened at the school before, it happened quite a few times of the year at my school, I know of many teacher that wouldn't let students go during exams. I can recall many times of other girls holding themselves, I remember going to a class once and my assigned seat was all wet from an accident a girl had in the class earlier. I wanted to thank you all for reading, I am interested to answer any questions and to read the comments you have for me. This is my first story and i'll be interested in sharing more with everyone if you are interested in reading more.
  36. 10 points
    Hello,long time no post . So these past couple of weeks have been very busy for me, and I just haven't had time to post here, thankfully things have slowed down so that I can get back t o posting. This story begins on a Monday, I had the day off and at first had no plans to do any holding or wetting, however my parents received a phone call that resulted in them planning to leave the house around 5 pm to visit someone and they wouldn't be back until 8 pm or later. The call had come in around 1 pm so I had about 4 hours to start the process. My first drink was one of those flavored, carbonated water bottles, now I was wearing a purple tank top, white denim capris, and royal blue cotton boy shorts. After a late lunch of pizza and rocky road ice cream, washed down with a large glass of sweet tea, I settled down to watch some Netflix. At about 4 I started feeling a couple twinges in my bladder so naturally I poured myself a glass of water and continued my Netflix binge. Finally it was 5 and my parents had left the house so I moved my Netflix binge to the TV in my living room,and got another glass of sweet tea, as I sat on the love seat I felt the pressure inside my bladder increase. After about half an hour I started squirming in my seat, trying to relieve the ever growing pressure. Another half-hour passes , I pause Netflix and make myself some spaghetti for dinner and grab another bottle of flavored carbonated water. Once I am finished with dinner it is time for me to wash the dishes, I soon find myself dancing back and forth, legs crossed, in front of the sink elbow deep in warm soapy water. As I am using the sprayer to rinse the dishes the sound of the running water, and the gentle splashes as it hits the surface of the remaining water in the sink make my bladder pulse and throb with need. Dishes done I resume my Netflix binge, another half-hour goes by it is just after 7 my hand is now pressing into my crotch as I wriggle in my seat. Looking at the clock I know my parents could be home within the hour I quickly chug a small glass of water and get to work setting up the bathroom, first I throw some dirty clothes down the chute so they will be ready to throw in the wash with my soon to be wet pants, then I grab a change of clothes, my towel, and my camera and head to the bathroom. Upon arriving in the bathroom I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body and I almost let go right there on the bathroom floor, but somehow I pull my self together and hold back the flood. I step into the shower and take a couple of test pics to make sure I have enough light, when I am satisfied I give in to my aching bladder. My pee gushes out of me, instantly soaking my pants, my panties are saturated. Streams of warm pee continue to flow down my legs as the wet patch on my pants grows. As it hits the shower floor it sounds like a hard summer rain, a puddle forms around my feet. At last my flow comes to an end so with a contented sigh and a small satisfied smile I begin the cleanup process.
  37. 9 points
    I knew it wasn't going to be a good day when I saw the train pulling out right as I reached it. I'd heard the buzzer going off as I'd reached the station, and was a step away before the doors slammed shut and I ran face first into them. From there, I really should of gone home and called it a day. Maybe called in sick. But no - today I decided to carry on. As a result, I'm sat here typing this in a wet skirt, with a pair of wet jeans waiting to go in the washing machine, and I have no idea where one of my socks are. My hands are cut, my knee is grazed, and I'm half expecting a call from my boss telling me not to come back tomorrow. Let me tell you what happened... Chapter One - A run of bad luck I hit the doors with a smack, and the next thing I knew I was sitting on my ass, with my arms behind me propping me up. I open my eyes and watch the train pull away, and the passengers inside all laughing, looking and pointing at me. I'm too stunned to do anything, and I hardly know where I am until the train is out of sight and I'm left staring at the wall with the familiar metro sign for Kings-gate station. I blink and let myself come to for a moment, before glancing to either side. There are about six people on the station, five of them are laughing and the sixth doesn't know what's going on. It's at this point I realise that my bag is about three feet away from my and that my skirt has billowed upwards and I've just exposed my underwear to an entire train's worth of people. I blush a hot red as I stand up, wiping the grit from my hands down my jacket. My palms sting a bit, and when I take a look I realise that I've got a cut on my left hand. Nothing massive, but I'm bleeding slightly. I brush my skirt down to make myself decent again, leaving a small red smear as I do. I wipe some more grit from under my skirt and I can feel a damp bit where I smear some more blood on my thigh. I walk over to my bag, pick it up, and look around the station. I better wash my hands before I head to work... I step into the bathroom. It's a station bathroom, which means it's - well, it's a bit under the weather to put it lightly. Do people forget how to use toilets when they go into a public restroom or something? Puddles all over the floor, and only some of it comes from the fourth sink which has leaked for as long as I've lived in the area. I cast a glance at the four cubicles and consider using them for a second - I haven't been yet - but the sight of various bodily fluids and other assorted goodies puts me off. I look back at the sinks and hope to God that I didn't just see a used Johnny hanging over the handle of one of the loos. I twist the tap with my good hand, and put my bleeding hand under the stream. I then yank it away and yelp - It's really damn hot! I flick my hand to the side throwing a mix of water and blood at the wall, before I use my good hand to run the cold tap too. I gingerly try running my fingers under the stream again, and when the water's neither scalding or icy, I rinse both my hands under it. A quick look at the soap dispenser tells me that I won't be using soap today - I'll spare you the details as to why. I consider sighing before it dawns on me that breathing in here might be a health hazard. I pull a tissue out one of the tissue boxes and dab my hands dry, and then I take a little more in case I start bleeding again. Which is immediately. I hold the tissue in my hand and open the bathroom door to head out. Just my luck - as I step out the second train blows the door-closing siren and I watch in awe as the doors follow by closing. I slap my palm into my face and sigh as the second train makes it's way into town, and I'm left angry and late for work. I pull my hand from my face and realise I've made another mistake - a cool breeze on a damp spot on my face tells me I need to wash up again. Back into the bathroom I go... I leave the bathroom, and as I do there's a third train, sitting with it's doors open. Without even thinking I charge at the open doors, half expecting to bounce off them as I reach it. As I reach the train however, eyes shut and firmly expecting to bounce onto the floor, I fly through it's two open doors. I wasn't prepared for this - I trip over as my legs can't keep up and I land nose-first onto the other side, spilling my keys out my jacket pocket. I moan and pull myself to my feet, again slapping down my skirt. I'm too busy grasping for my keys with one hand and wiping at my ass with the other to realise all the carriage is giggling. I stand up and turn around, my back to the doors I've just kissed, and try to pull a straight face. Then I stop trying, wince and rub my nose. As I pull my fingers from my face and realise I've given myself a nose bleed, I decide I've had enough. I'm going home. I take a step forward. The alarm sounds and the doors slide shut, with me on the inside of them. The wrong side of them. An urge to cry rises in my, but I quash it down and wipe my nose with the tissues I'd taken from the bathroom, hoping that I won't be giving myself some horrific illness. I hold it in place and slump down on a chair, between a man who's fallen asleep, and an old woman who seems to be watching me. I look at myself in the reflection. My hair's thrown about, and my nose is a bit red. I brush my hair to one side. I've got blonde hair, a little wavy but it mostly sits flat and hangs somewhere between my jaw and my shoulders. Though right now it also hangs onto my lip, my nose, and my eyelashes. I've got green eyes, and a number of freckles over my face, neck, and breasts. Not that you can see my breasts under my shirt of course. My shirt - my work shirt - is a white polo with the company logo on the right breast. A plain logo - a wide red and white striped shield with red text reading Washington's. It's an American style diner. My skirt - not part of the uniform - is slate coloured, mid/lower thigh length skirt with brass buttons to one side. Under the skirt, white underwear, and further down is a matching pair of white knee-high socks and white tennis shoes. My jacket, also not uniform, is a blue Letterman style jacket that used to be my brothers. What is the uniform is in my bag - a set of tan slacks. I can put them on in the changing room. Or anywhere really, I could just put them on under my skirt. Not here of course, there's a man to my left and an old woman to my right. "Are you okay, sweetie?" I turn my head to the right - the old woman is looking at me with a look of concern for my bloodied nose, red face, and stinging hand. Well, she can't see that my hand is stinging, but she seems to sense it. "Hm? I'm, Uh, fine" I lie to her. The red streak that's about to flow over my lip says otherwise. She reaches into her handbag and pulls out some tissues without even looking inside the bag. "Here you are, love" She says to me, pushing the tissues into my face. As much as I appreciate the sentiment, my immediate response is to pull my head back. She notices and pushes the tissues into my hands. "Sorry, err, miss" I say to her, taking the tissues to my face. "And thank you for the tissues" "Not a problem" She says to me, smiling. "I'm always glad to help" "T-thanks" I repeat. She smiles and nods. Maybe things are looking up for me now. Wrong. I reach my station. It's only four stops down, but that's exactly enough time for the train to go from 'a bit busy' too 'absolutely packed'. I can't move. Luckily I'm sat down, so I'm not being squeezed between some sweaty bloke and a heavy-breathing pervert. No - today they're just standing directly in front of me, bashing their bags into my face and my legs. As the train begins to slow down, I rise to my feet, pushing the two men a little to the side (and receiving some harsh looks from them). I try to step forward. Of course no-one moves or even seems to notice. They ignore my pleas of "'scuse me" or my pressing into their shoulders for the most part. Eventually though, I reach the door. Just in time to hear the buzzer and watch the doors closing inches from my head. I try to put my arm through the gap but I'm too slow - instead I get my fingers squeezed back inside. I wince and grab my hand with the other, and glare at the doors as the train lurches forward again and my station disappears behind me The train reaches the stop ahead of mine, and as the doors open a movement of people throws me out and onto the floor. Again. Still, as I lift myself off my face I can appreciate no longer being on that damned tin can. I breath in fresh air for the first time in two minutes and try to avoid the thought that I'm going to have to force myself into another one to get back. I pull my phone out my pocket to check the time, and my luck being what it is I manage to toss it into the bin next to me. I look at the bin. My phone's just landed in there. From here I can see a banana skin hanging over the edge of the bin. I dread to look inside... I look inside. A grim sight looks back at me. My phone is sitting in a plastic jar of half eaten pasta salad. I wince again as I reach inside and pull my phone out, dripping tomato sauce. Another grim sight greets me as I see the clock telling me it's already six-thirty. I have walked through the door to Washington's exactly half an hour ago. Jerry - my boss - Is not going to be pleased. He's always had it in for me. Still - better late than never, I guess. I walk to the other end of the platform and wait for the train. As I hear the train pull in it dawns on me that I need the toilet. I take a glance down the line and see the train drawing near - it's too late for a break now, and the train after this won't be coming for a good fifteen minutes. Still - at least this one's empty. Each carriage seems to only have half the chairs taken up - except for the one that goes still in front of me. I smile and step in, before I realise why it's empty. A puddle sits in the middle. It spans the carriage side to side, and it reeks. Someone's been travel sick. And now no-one is stupid enough to sit here. I recoil for a moment, and go to leave the carriage. I don't even make a full turn before the buzzer's sounded and the doors slid shut, and the train lurches forward. I've not had the time to brace for movement, and I fall straight to the floor, my face inches away from the mess on the floor. Without even thinking I'm pushing myself back and trying not to retch, checking my reflection to see if I've come out clean. Luckily for me - I have. Well, so far as I can tell. I push myself into the far wall of the carriage and try not to breath through my nose until the train reaches the station. The train reaches the station - Liberty garden, and I manage to step onto the platform with tripping over, or hurting myself, or having a stroke. First achievement of the day. I decide to jog to work from there - up the station's stairs, through the corridors, and into the ticket gate. Yes - into. I swipe my card over the reader as I'm walking, and then walk straight into the gates that refuse to open. I'm caught by the doors just under my ribs, winding my a little. I groan and step back a couple times as the doors open and close. I think I must have growled audible, because the skinny teenage door guard turns around and sees me. "Y-you okay miss?" he squeaks. "Yeah, f-fine" I wheeze, clutching my chest. "Can you let me through? Please?" He looks to either side, then steps forward. "H-here, come on through" he squeaks, pressing his own card onto the reader. The doors don't respond. The doors next to me do though, and I glare at him. He notices and is too stunned to respond. Neither of us move for a moment, until the doors swing shut again. I raise and eyebrow and he taps his card down again. The same doors open. Again, neither of us move until they close again. I take two slow steps the side, and he taps his card again. I step through, and the gates close behind me. "Thanks." I say to the kid, who's clearly embarrassed about the whole thing. If I hadn't had such a bad morning I might find it funny. But right now I'm angry, I've been bleeding, I've got a dirty phone, and I need to pee really bad. I walk briskly from the station. Having left the station and reached the street, I'm greeted by a thin rain and some stronger winds, blowing my hair about. I clutch my jacket shut and push myself forward. I arrive at work at about six forty-five. Fourty five minutes later than I'm meant to. Jerry greets me with a glare and raised arms. If looks could kill... "Sarah? What the f- what on earth are you doing?" He half-shouts. "What time do you call this?" "S-sorry, Mr Ford" I say to him, exasperate. I sigh - which makes him frown harder. "I just - I've had a rough morning" I say, raising my hands and showing him my grazed palms. "I missed two trains-" "Two trains, Sarah? Two?" "Y-yeah - b-but it wasn't my fault!" "Who's fault was it, Sarah? Sure as shit wasn't mine!" I don't know what to say, so I just look at him, trying to resist the urge to burst out crying. I don't know if he notices and feels sorry for me, or if he just gives up on shouting at me, but he stops yelling. "Right. You - behind the counter, now. You're on tills today" "S-should I get changed?" "Oh for - YES. Yes you should get changed, there's a uniform for a reason!" I try to avoid eye contact as I make my way to the changing rooms. I head inside and shut the door. I drop my bag to the floor and pull out the slacks, then pull them on. I undo the buttons on my skirt and let it fall to the floor by my feet. I shove it unceremoniously into the bag, hang my bag and coat on the hangers, and head back into the shop front right as the clock hits Seven. Jerry casts an icy look at me from the front till, catching me before I can even move toward the toilet. I daren't head to the loos without saying anything first. "H-hey, Mr Ford, mind if I -" "Mind if you what? Take up more time? Sarah - it's seven in the morning. Morning Rush - you know what that is, right? You've only been here for three years" He spits out the words like some kind of machine gun. "If you even consider asking to do anything except overtime, I'm going to be putting you on tomorrow's special lunch menu" "Err, nothing" I say, My bladder doesn't agree. I have to go, really badly, and I genuinely fear what Jerry might do more than I fear wetting myself right now. I take my place at the till. There are about six tills in total lining the bar. It's a thirties-American-diner style shop, with a checkered floor and red leather seats against the walls with a table between two. My colleagues don't say a word until I take my place behind the till, waiting for the morning rush to begin any moment now. We never used to get such rushes in the morning, but then one day about a year ago, Jerry's wife bought two coffee machines and a coffee filter - so now we do coffee's too. We've got our own personalised paper cups and everything, with a blue shield with a white star on the sides. It makes a lot of money of course - everyone wants a coffee in the morning - but it also makes a lot of work, and they've had to hire a barista and train another. That other one is me. Usually I'd be getting ready to use it, but my machine's been broken for about a week. Just as well really, the sight of espresso pouring into a cup would not help my bladder right now. I lean against the counter and wrap one leg around the other in an attempt to hold it easier while also looking casual. My bad luck seems to carry on through the day. I manage to screw up at least one out of every five orders, to the point that one customer calls me a moron and leaves without paying. I'm too busy hopping foot to foot behind the counter to give my full attention, and each screw up gets me more flustered, and then I make more mistakes, and - it's a vicious cycle. It's not until I accidentally through a double espresso and a panini onto a customer's newly polished shoes that I get called away. The porcelain shatters in slow motion - the coffee flies up, the panini falls apart and the business man flinches as a dark brown coffee stains his suit pants, his shoes and his socks. Jerry thunders over to me while the poor man stands stunned and trying to realise what's going on. Jerry grabs me by the arm and pulls me behind the counter, letting my colleague Chrissie take over from me. "Sarah? What are you playing at, Dammit!" "I'm sorry - I-I-I" "Don't be sorry, Sarah, don't make any more mistakes, got me? I run a diner here, not a circus" "Y-yes Mr Ford" "No. More. Mistakes. Got it?" "Y-yes" He looks at me like he doesn't trust me. I shift foot to foot as my bladder becomes the one thing on my mind. "Get on coffee's Sarah" He says to me after a moment of silence. "And try not to throw them around, alright?" "Y-yes Jer- Yes Mr Ford!" Jerry thunders away, swearing under his breath. I stand still watching until he's gone through the doors to the kitchen, before I bend over double as my bladder reminds me that it needs emptying - badly. I turn around to see the state of the shop. It's packed. I can't take a loo break now - not when I'm on the only coffee machine. Jerry might actually kill me, which is something I'd rather avoid. I take the barista's white apron and put it over my head, and hit the espresso button on the machine, getting one ready. The coffee's aren't too hard to make. An Americano is an espresso topped up with water, and everything else is an espresso topped with steamed milk and foam. No, not hard to make - what is hard is taking about five coffee orders at a time, every minute or so. Especially when each new coffee getting poured pushes you a step closer to pouring something warm down your legs. There's not too much more to say about the busy period here. At the till they call for coffee, and at the machines I make the coffees. I also squirm and wriggle and moan - but that isn't part of the job. At least when I'm making coffee at a rate of knots I'm slightly distracted from my bladder getting fuller and fuller until it starts to feel hard. The customers like to mix things up by asking for a tea or a hot chocolate occasionally (who has a hot chocolate in the morning? Honestly!) Some customers go even further, asking for things that we don't have and then complaining. Still, here at the machine, I don't mind too much because the customers aren't complaining to me, and I'm not spilling anything on them. No, back here I'm just spilling it on the floor while avoiding spilling inside my pants. By the time it reaches ten my bladder is too full to think straight. I'm making coffees in order and hoping that the customers aren't asking for too much. I don't think I'm doing anything wrong until Jerry grabs me by the shoulder again "Sarah!" He shouts. "Soya tea - where is it?" "What?" "You're joking, right? I've had this gentleman asking for a soya tea for about fifteen minutes now!" Shit. "I-I, err, sorry! I-I'll get right to i-hnnnn!" "....what?" I wince hard and grab myself with both hands, knocking over an empty paper cup. "What are you - MAKE THE TEA" I nod and turn back to the machine. I jam an empty cup under the water spout and hold down the lever. I chuck in a tea bag with one hand and watch intensely as water pours into the cup. The splashes thunder into the cup as it fills up, and I can feel my bladder getting ready to blow any moment now. I watch as more water pours in and in, mesmerised by the flow. More water splashes in, until brown water is flooding over the top of the cup and into the water tray below, splattering and splashing. My own bladder is fit to burst, egged on by the streaming water from in front of me. I can almost feel myself go when Jerry grabs me again "SARAH!" He shouts - way louder than I think he'd meant to. The shop goes silent, save the jazzy music playing in the background. He grabs my arms and holds them up, leaving the water overflowing the cup behind me. "Sarah - what the hell are you doing?" "I-I-I" "Don't give me stuttering dammit, give me that tea!" "But I have to-" "Have to what?" I look at Jerry - he's fuming. The customers and my colleagues are all watching me, waiting for my response. The water is splashing into the cup behind me, flicking water around. My nose aches, my hand still stings, and my bladder is rock solid. I look down at my feet - I can actually see a bulge where my bladder is. I look back to Jerry, then the customers, then the staff, then over at the spilling cup. It's splashing, and pouring, and flooding, and I... I lose control. It's all too much for me today - I'm late, I'm hurt, I'm overwhelmed, and now I'm getting wet. My bladder gives up trying to hold everything in and before I can tell what's happening there's a hot burst around my crotch as my overfilled bladder spills out. The jazz and the splashing are quickly joined by murmurs, gasps, and more splashing, as an entire days worth of gold pee flows out of me, I whimper as Jerry stares me in my eyes, which I feel tear up. Meanwhile, I can sense a growing flow of pee down my thighs and shins, with the streams wrapping around my legs and flowing around my knees and ankles. My pants, my socks, my underwear and my shoes all soak in the pee rapidly as it jets out of me. A dark black stain floods down my legs over the brown fabric of my work pants, making my accident more than obvious. Some chuckles behind me, some gasps, and more muttering tells me that everyone is looking. I blush powerfully and clamp my eyes shut as I try to wake up from a horrible dream. O f course I don't - what happens is my socks and shoes get stained a pale yellow, and a hot puddle begins to grow beneath me. Jerry lets go of my hands and I fall to my knees, resting my body on my heels, letting my bladder empty itself after being forced to hold everything in for so long. Talking and ordering carries on again as the spectacle of a grown girl of twenty-three pissing herself loses its appeal, but my bladder doesn't seem to realise as it continues squeezing itself empty. As the last squirts shoot down my thighs, I start to whimper as it all really starts to get to me. I open my eyes, and through the tears I can just about make out Jerry. Or, more accurately, Jerry's crotch. I look up to see his face, and he's looking straight at me. "S-sorry Jerry" I stutter, drips still falling from beneath me. He doesn't look like he knows what to do. He sort of looks at me, tight lipped and a bit guilty. "Get up Sarah" He says to me, giving me his hands. I climb back up to my feet, the still-warm fabric sticking to my thighs. I stagger once or twice as my body isn't quite prepared to be stood up so soon after loosing all control. I nearly slip in the fresh puddle, but Jerry catches me. "That's Mr Ford to you" He reminds me, but he doesn't seem too insulted. I figure he knows that in my state my mind isn't on being polite, it's on my still warm clothes, my soaked legs, and my fantastically empty bladder. I sigh hard as the relief begins to set in. He turns to one of my colleagues, a woman about my age - Martha. "Martha, take her to the staff room will you?" Jerry says. "Get her changed into her skirt, I'll clean up here and then deal with her" "Sure - come on Sarah" She says, offering me her hand. I nod, flicking a tear off me, and take her hand. She leads me through the kitchen. The kitchen staff don't seem too pleased to have me dripping my way through to the staff room, but they haven't really got a choice. "Are you alright Sarah?" Martha asks me. I manage to nod, sniffing. "That looks pretty embarrassing" She says to me, as if I don't know. I nod. "Still need to go?" She asks. At first the seems like a dumb question, but then my bladder tinges. I don't know if I just didn't let it all out or if my bladder was pushed too far, but I still need to pee. I nod at her sheepishly. "Come on you then" She says, leading me by the hand and out the back door. The door leads into an alley behind the store where we keep the bins, and the smokers have a their breaks. The cold air blowing in my face really exaggerates how warm my face is from blushing, and how cold my legs have gotten. She takes one of my hands. "Go on then - finish off" She says, smiling in what I assume is an attempt to be comforting "W-what?" I ask. "Pee? Here?" "Why not, you're over a drain!" "People would see! I'm not going to expose myself in an alley way!" "No, silly! Go in your pants!" She says it like it's obvious, but to me the obvious thing to do would be to pee before I left the house and missed three trains and wet myself at work. She smiles warmly at me again like it's meant to help, but it's not so easy to feel like she's got all her marbles when she's trying to make me wet myself again! "You gonna go or not?" She asks me, looking like she's getting bored. "I, err, I guess - couldn't I just use the-" "Sarah. It's fine. Don't you think it feels kinda nice anyway?" "Martha! Eww!" "Would you feel better if I went too?" "I guess - don't piss yourself Martha!" I laugh. She smiles - I guess she's just trying to be nice. "Alright then" I say. "Here goes". I take in a deep breath, hold it in, then release. A subtle hiss, followed by a familiar sensation of heat shooting around my crotch hits me. Relief begins to flood over me again, and I must moan because I catch Martha giggling at me. Deciding that it'd be best to get this over with, I squeeze on my bladder, resulting in a harsh hiss as pee shoots down me and runs through my pants, splashing on the floor between my feet. The cold patches quickly warm up again as fresh pee is absorbed by the fabric, before it flows out and lands on the floor, draining quickly away into the drain and leaving black streaks behind it. I close my eyes and just let my bladder do its thing. Pee runs over my thighs and shins again, taking the same still wet path it had before, occasionally making new paths down me, including one that runs down the very front of my shin and making me shiver. My shoes squelch as I wriggle my toes inside, as pee floods into them. My socks are going to be stained a pale yellow top to bottom, and my shoes appear to be like that too. I feel my face relax into a blissful smile as I empty my bladder completely, warming myself up in the process. "Better?" Martha asks, leaning to one side. I blush and nod, still letting pee trickle out of me. It takes a short moment to stop, and I can feel Martha watching every single drip run down my legs. When I open my eyes, she appears to be blushing too. I'm not surprised - I'd be embarrassed if someone deliberately wet themselves in front of me! "B-better!" "I kinda need to go now too" Martha says to me. "I told you it feels good!" "Martha-a!" I laugh. "Might do it myself now anyway" "Martha! Don't wet yourself, okay!" I laugh, taking her by the shoulders. She smirks back at me. "Alright Sarah, you've convinced me. Another time then?" I chuckle at the idea of someone planning to wet themselves sometime. Martha smirks back at me. "Come on you, let's get you changed" We head back into the office, after I've flicked my legs a couple times to stop them dripping. That's not the end, by any means. You need to know why my skirt is wet, and why my sock is missing. Well - I'll tell you. Next time. Right now it's midnight, and I've got work in the morning. Here's hoping the day goes better than today right? I mean, how much worse can a day be than pissing yourself TWICE in front of your boss? Whoops - spoilers! Don't worry, I won't tell you any of the important details, like whether or not Jerry still employs me, that's what you're really here for, right? What's that? That's not what you're here for? See you next time!
  38. 9 points
    Hi all, Lily here. It's been a few weeks since I posted my experience, I haven't posted much else because there hasn't been much else worth mentioning. Until now, that is. So for a while now I've been hanging around the OmoOrg Slack chatroom and made some good friends there. I recently decided to buy Civilization V after being convinced to do so by Dessy, who is a well-known member here, I believe, so that I can play with her and some others in the chatroom. The other members are Linkx, OmoCommando, Ronyo and Makoto. So after buying the game, I dedicated some time into learning the basics and understanding the way the game works. After I figured I had gotten good enough to try myself against the ones who urged me to buy the game. So two nights ago, we finally found a time we could play together. It was Sunday night, around 8 pm for me and I figured I'd go for an all-nighter to be able to have a good time with them. What I will be telling you about here is that very night, for it turned out a lot more interesting than any of us had expected it would. It was 8 pm and we finally managed to arrange all those who were going to play, except for OmoCommando, he was at work until 1 am my time. Ronyo also had to go at 11 pm, so we were planning on starting another game with him when he'd get home. I had bought some Coke for the night, as I get kinda thirsty when I need to think a lot. Since we were only going to play Civ, I was not really thinking much about being careful of how much I should drink. which I was going to regret later. I started up the game, added Dessy and Ronyo on Steam and joined the match through them. We took like 20 minutes to pick our leaders, since we didn't all have the same DLCs, and ended up needing to choose Vanilla leaders, which was fine, most of the time picking went to finding out which leaders are vanilla, for me at least. The game starts, and one of the first questions to pop up in the chat is Ronyo (iirc) asking if we're playing with rules. I asked what he meant, I thought it was something in-game related. Turns out what he meant was a "No bathroom breaks" rule. Makoto agreed to it, Dessy was neutral, since she didn't really have to go, and Linkx also wanted it. I was kinda into it, I was interested in seeing them desperate anyway, and despite having drank one and a half liter of coke, I wasn't feeling even a tingle. So the game went on, and I finished yet another bottle of coke, and I was starting to feel a need to pee. Makoto had been regularly checking on what our status was, so I had a general idea of the others' states. Everyone had been saying they were good, so I held back and said I was just fine too. At around 10 pm, I asked the others if the no-pee-break rule would continue after Ronyo would have to leave. Everyone answered that obviously that would be so. I was getting a little desperate at that point, but didn't say anything. Time passed and soon it was 11 pm, which meant Ronyo had to leave, it was 12 pm for him and he had work tomorrow. Then Makoto announced that since it was a 2 hour break, he was gonna go to the bathroom. At that time, I stopped him in his tracks. He himself had said that the rule would carry over, and I (apparently) misinterpreted that as the rule would apply DURING the break as well. To be honest, that was what I was trying to ask originally, but got easily and understandably misunderstood. After a small debate about it, the conclusion was that no bathroom breaks were allowed during those 2 hours either. It didn't take me more than 20 minutes to regret that very argument, because as soon as I stood up to get some snacks from the fridge, my desperation bolstered up from just needing to go, to squirming. It was like all the coke I had drunk had streamed down from my tummy and into my bladder upon my standing up. At that point I went straight to the chat and asked Makoto if he was still up for allowing the rule to not apply during these two hours. Not to my amusement, he declined. He had also put on a diaper, so he wasn't too worried about things. I went to play dark souls while waiting for OmoCommando to come home, so I didn't really pay much attention to Slack chatroom in the meantime...I was more focused on staying dry, which proved harder and harder, and killing things in Dark Souls is not the easiest thing while desperate. When I checked back though, Makoto was saying that he was "mostly dry". Meaning he had leaked. Dessy however, was still dry, yet was pretty desperate and had to go to the store to buy things, more soda being one of those things. She was chatting with us while at the store, how she hit every red light there was, and ran into troubles with the clerk as well. At the same time, 12:43 am, I was struggling more and more with keeping the pee from leaking out. While Dessy was at the store, OmoCommander came online and was given an explanation of the situation, about the spur-of-the-moment holding that was happening. At 1:04 am. Dessy returned from the store and so we begun trying to get everyone back into Civ. Only 2 minutes after her return, I suddenly sneeze really badly, causing me to lose control and leak a bit. Dessy got excited and asked me how much, but didn't respond to my replies to that. She disappea rs for 6 minutes, and then for another 9. We started growing our suspicions on what could be the reason, only to be faced with a picture of a tiny damp spot in her panties. (Picture Below) Right after she asked me again, how much I leaked. I responded to that with a picture of the wet stain on my chair. (Picture Below) Dessy's panties: My chair: As can be seen, I leaked a lot more than her, meaning she was winning our little contest at that moment. Not much else happened for a while though, we started playing Civ and I don't really recall all the talking talking that went on there, it was mostly complaints about how long people were taking on their turns, most of the time it was Dessy or me. I was getting more desperate by the minute though, I had folded a large towel so it had 5 layers and put it under me, and was holding and squirming a lot, letting out a few more smaller leaks, but I didn't tell them at the time, didn't want more teasing over a small bladder. After like 10 minutes of Dessy being away, she suddenly sent another picture in the Slack chatroom, this one of a much larger spot in her panties. At that time the pressure on my bladder was getting overwhelming, I was unable to focus on the game at all. I was holding with both hands whichever chance I got. About 15 minutes after Dessy had sent the picture, while waiting on someone to finish their turn, I got a Facebook message from my friend, who sent me a link of the new Last Jedi trailer. Me, being the massive Star Wars fangirl I am, watched it right away. I will safely admit that this trailer is what led me to losing in that holding contest. So I turned on the trailer, and the first few seconds got me as excited as a little kid on it's birthday. My attention went straight from holding my pee onto that trailer. Unknown voice talking about someone with a great power, and then Rey revealed holding a lightsaber...I got so excited that I threw my hands on my mouth. I didn't start peeing at that point...my bladder muscles were still able to do their job for a little longer. But while Luke was talking, I felt a little stream of pee making its way into my pants. I didn't really mind it though, my sole focus was on the trailer. I managed to stop that steam after it had made quite a mess under my butt, and I did manage to hold it pretty well until the scene where Kylo and Rey were chatting. That's when I lost my cool, I completely flipped in awe and was unable to hold my pee back, and completely peed myself, my pajama pants completely soaked on the butt, so I just stood up and let the rest of it go. It was a heaven-like feeling, the pressure slowly leaving my bladder as it shrank back to it's usual state. I lost the hold, but I didn't really care, the trailer was worth losing it for xD I inspected the "damage done" and found that my pee had gone through all five layers of the towel and still made a huge stain on my chair. Pictures: I was wearing fairly dark pajama pants, so it's not very visible, but it is possible to see how much I wet them if you look closely. Meanwhile Dessy had yet another leak in her panties, which she posted a picture of, and asked if she was now allowed to go to the bathroom. She was given permission, but she didn't make it, as soon as she let her hand go she lost control. Pics from Dessy: So, yea, that was pretty much how we ended that night, the match didn't really progress much due to two players being extremely desperate. I'm not really good at ending posts it seems...I don't know what else to say, but I hope you enjoyed reading about that night, I sure as hell enjoyed the night. P.S. I am not sure if Makoto ended up wet or not, I don't recall him sharing much about it, but I think he implied it a few times.
  39. 9 points
    This happened already over one month ago, but I have been really busy at work and couldn't write about it until now. I wrote before about my omorashi fetish tinder profile (link bellow). After some time and a (failed) relationship, I decided to try again. If you want to skip the how we met part, go to the "----omo part" mark on the story. On June during a trip to Tokyo I matched with this girl, really cute and innocent profile. I didn't start any chat as I thought she had swiped right by mistake (as it happens a lot of times) but surprisingly she started the talk (nothing sexual) and we slowly discovered we have a lot in common and continued the chat on "Line". We met once just for dinner two weeks later (short trip, I was too busy) and everything went smooth, ended with a short kiss at the Entrance of Shiba park before parting ways. We went on texting each other many times a day on Line and on September, when I had another business trip to Tokyo, we decided to spend a night together. She still lives with her parents, so I upgraded my hotel room to a double and went a day earlier so we could have a full day and night with each other. Since we hadn't talked at all about omorashi, I decided to go slow and just texted about how I was surprised to meed her using a fetish profile and if she really shared this fetish or was just curious about it. To my disappointment she just said she didn't even remember about my profile on tinder, which is very weird since I had omorashi pictures and said clearly what it was about on the description. But I didn't insist. Nevertheless, I was happy to meet her and I can definitely have fun without omorashi. We made a lot of plans, more than we could do on a hot September day. We met at a Starbucks around 1pm and had some iced coffee just to cool down and wait for the hottest part of the day to pass before heading for the art museum. Then saw the museum, tokyo tower, an ice cream shop she said was really good (and it was), walked along a canal, and finally dinner on a chinese restaurant nearby the hotel. We probably drunk a lot of water (bottled tea in her case) and didn't go to the toilet often since it was so hot, and I didn't count anyway since I wasn't expecting any pee-play. We were horny and soon after dinner went straight to the hotel. ---omo part I can't describe her personality well, she looks very shy and naive but at the same time very spontaneous and dorky. I must say I haven't met anyone like her in Japan, most Japanese women seem to "play the innocent" but they never look silly as some bad western stereotypes make people believe. In my experience here, taking a shower is the standard prelude to sex, so I was really surprised when, after a hot day in which we both sweat a lot, she just removed her dress, jumped on the bed and turned on the TV as if we were a long time couple. I'm honestly not into "cute" or "dorky" girls, so I was a bit weirded out by a 25 years old woman in underwear "drumming" on her belly with her hands and saying about how full she was. Despite that I could easily ignore the funny scene by her amazing body: she seemed chubby in clothes, but without I could see she was actually strong, her legs were firm and her ass was perfectly round, her boobs were perky with small pink nipples (C or D cup).... and she got wet easily After sex we had a shower, put on the hotel yukatas and went back to bed. She seemed quite sleepy so I didn't insist for another time, just kept cuddling. At some time she fell asleep for a few minutes and woke up to, out of nowhere, touching me and stroking my dick. She looked like she wanted to tell me something, I asked what was it but she just shook her head. Then she removed her yukata saying it was still too hot and continue the touching, going on top and kissing too once in a while, still making the "I want to ask something" face but not saying anything. After some time and my insistence on what she wanted, she finally stopped, looked away and said in this words "I want to pee", then looked in my face and asked "can I just do it 'like this'?" (kono mama ni shite ii?). I said a dry "yes" but she just continued making out despite a bit slower... a few seconds or a minute later she just peed, very suddenly full flow, she even stopped the kissing for a second as if surprised by herself, but then continued while still peeing. She seemed to be enjoying it fully by herself, didn't look into my face to see if I had any reaction, instead looked like she was in trance, just kissing and peeing. The sheets soaked and the pee pooling where her knees and my tights were on the bed, but she didn't stop until she was empty. I proceeded to remove her wet panties and we had sex one more time in the soaked bed. This hotel mattress had an impermeable cover of a leather-like plastic that we actually didn't know about (and I have never seen before), so we just put the towels there to soak the pee and I slept on top of the damp sheets/towels. In the morning I woke up first and was still excited about the previous night, so before shower I wanted to try doing the same she did. Throwing the blanket on the floor (since I didn't want to make it wet) woke her up, but she didn't seem to bother, and without saying anything I just relaxed and started peeing on my underwear, letting it run on my legs to the towels and sheets bellow. She just looked curiously and as soon as a finished put her hands inside my briefs. I went on masturbating her too and asked if she wanted to pee. She stopped, went again on top of me like the night before but a big higher, sitting on top of my crotch, and peed again- this time just half of what she did at night. We rubbed into each other until I came in my briefs. We still talk daily and this is becoming almost like a relationship. Unfortunately we live in different cities, but at the end of this month I will meet her again. We didn't mention anything about what we did, just that we had a good time together. I have no idea why she didn't say anything about omorashi before or even now, but I hope we can continue having fun whenever we meet.
  40. 9 points
    "Hmmmm..." Minty said, looking at Scarlette's bladder. "I am pretty tired, Scarlette. I'm not sure if I can carry you all the way to the bathrooms. Do you think you can hold it a bit longer?" "Minty!" Scarlette whined, "It's filling up fast, because of that curse!" "I thought you were resistant to the curse." "Well..." Scarlette said, squeezing her legs together, "Not resistant, per se, but it's actually... like I said. My bladder holds more than it seems." "I don't understand." said Minty. "Well it's... kind of complicated." said Scarlette. "See, I'm not exactly... um... human." "I figured that much." Minty nodded, "So what are you?" "Well... um... Would you believe me if I said I was a dragon?" "A dragon!?" Minty nearly jumped back. Scarlette nodded. "We can sometimes transform into humans." "But that doesn't explain how your bladder can still hold so much." "It's tough to explain, but through magical transformations a lot of my body parts still hold their usual amount of... whatever." Minty gave Scarlette the most puzzled look. Her bladder was smaller and yet it held the same amount? It didn't make any sense, but if Minty was wrong, she could easily have a flood on her hands. "But... I don't think I can hold it very long." said Scarlette. "Well... just hold it a bit longer. After fighting that demon and carrying you, I can barely lift my arms right now." said Minty. Scarlette whimpered and nodded. The silver-haired girl even started squirm a bit where she lay. It was kind of hot. Minty collapsed on the ground next to Scarlette, just in front of the couch. What an exhausting day it had been. This whole demon thing had completely distracted her from getting to fight other arena combatants. If she didn't get back in it, there was a chance that Emma could pass her again in rankings. Though as time went by, all Minty could so was watch Scarlette squirm. The girl was completely unable to remain still. "Minty..." Scarlette whined, "I'm gonna pee..." "Can't you walk? I swear I just can't carry you right now." "Please?" Minty rolled her eyes. She really wouldn't mind seeing how big of a puddle Scarlette could make, but while the sight of it was hot, Minty just wasn't all that aroused right now. "Just give me, like, three more minutes." Scarlette whined again, this time a lot louder. She actually sounded like a child for a second. Minty closed her eyes for a moment. It felt good to finally rest, and even though only a few minutes had passed, they were welcome. For the moment, all she could think about was just how delightfully lecherous her adventure had been so far. It almost was as if she was living out some kind of strange sexual fantasy. As twisted as it was, though, she had no complaints, and hoped that eventually she would get to watch more of these girls pee, or even rub clits with someone again. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of liquid pattering against the fabric of the couch. "Oh, damn it!" Scarlette whispered. "Are you peeing?" Minty asked. "Only a little..." Minty turned around, and sure enough, there were wet spots on the couch in front of Scarlette's crotch. "Keep holding it. I believe in you." "Are you making me hold it in on purpose!?" Scarlette asked. Minty simply smiled a rather lewd smile in reply. She then extended a finger and gently pressed Scarlette's bladder. As she began to apply a bit of pressure, a little more pee sprayed out of her. "It's like turning on a faucet!" Minty giggled. "Eeek!" Scarlette cried. "D-Don't do that!" Minty giggled. "All right, I guess that's enough torture. Shall I carry you to the bathroom, little dragon?" "P-Please do!" Scarlette answered, "And no more poking my bladder!" Minty grinned again, then scooped up Scarlette into her arms. She carried her out of the room and down the hall as quickly as she could, but her arms were feeling quite fatigued. It was still cute though. Every now and then, another spurt of pee would shoot out of Scarlette, leaving a little trail of tiny puddles down the hall. Other times, it would simply dribble out of her and then drip down onto Minty's legs. "You're peeing on me, you know." Minty said calmly. "I know... I'm sorry." Scarlette whined. "I can't hold it much longer..." "I can't hold you much longer..." Minty said. The aches and pains were becoming too much. She had to put Scarlette down before she dropped her. "I'm sorry, Scarlette. I just don't have the energy to carry you all the way." Scarlette squeezed her eyes shut and clamped down on her privates, making a cute whine through her nose. Minty placed her down next to the wall, and then sat down alongside her. "It's... It's coming out..." Scarlette continued making cute noises and pee continued spraying out of her. Even with her hands grasping her crotch, Minty could see her pee squeezing its way out between Scarlette's fingers. "You sure you can't walk the rest of the way?" "If I let go, I'll pee for sure!" Scarlette cried. Minty sighed. There was just no helping this poor girl. But they were almost there. Summoning as much strength as she could muster, Minty picked up the silver-haired girl again, and powered her way to the bathrooms. However... After watching Scarlette leak and spurt along the way, Minty couldn't help but become a bit aroused. She got an idea. A rather devious idea. A wonderful, devious idea. "After peeing on me, I'm afraid I'm going to have to shower." said Minty as she walked in. But instead of heading left towards the stalls, she headed right towards the showers, much to Scarlette's dismay. Minty's arms were about to give out, but she managed to put Scarlette down just before the first shower stall. Nobody else seemed to be present at the moment, so this would be Minty's chance to have some fun. She stepped into the shower and turned on the water, starting to rinse herself off. And poor Scarlette. At the sight of that running water, the agony on her face was almost priceless. "Why would you do this to me?" she whimpered. "It's your fault!" Minty said with a mischievous grin. "You peed on me and I need to rinse it off before I take you to the toilets!" "B-But... but..." Scarlette protested. But it was far too late. She made a long noise; one extended groan as she made a final attempt to hold everything in, but her badder was clearly at capacity, and her muscles exhausted. "I can't stop it! I can't stop it!" she cried. She tried so hard to close off the leak, pressing her fingers deep into her womanhood, but everything just kept spraying out with intense force. And Minty watched with glee. At last the dragon girl gave up fighting it, and simply allowed herself to pee where she sat. A venerable fountain shot out of Scarlette's body, with an arc that Minty couldn't help but be impressed with. "I can't..." Scarlette panted, "I can't..." She just sat there and watched herself pee. The girl had such a defeated look on her that Minty couldn't help but be turned on. "It's all right." Minty said in a comforting tone. "Don't fight it anymore. Just let it all out." Scarlette peed. And she peed. And she peed. It just... kept... coming. How long had it been now? A minute? Two minutes? And the stream hadn't lost any strength. As time passed on, Scarlette just continued to pee with no end in sight. The puddle on the floor was starting to grow to rather insane proportions. "Wow... you weren't joking about your bladder, were you?" asked Minty. "I... I told you..." Scarlette whimpered. Minty's eyes widened. The puddle of urine had begun to spread to the corners of the room now, entering the floor of her shower stall. The girl just wouldn't stop peeing. It was like a plumbing nightmare, except with pee. "Um... are you gonna stop any time soon?" Minty asked. "I'm trying..." moaned Scarlette. "I can't stop it..." Minty tried, but she really couldn't hide her arousal at this sight. She continued to stare between Scarlette's spread legs as pee continued to spray out of her. This small, adorable, naked, peeing girl. Part of Minty just wanted to go over there and hug her while she emptied her bladder, but then that would ruin the point of the shower. So Minty just watched in delight. "My goodness, Master!" Belle's voiced seemed to echo in Minty's mind. "Your arousal just shot up by about fifty percent!" "W-What!?" Minty looked around the showers frantically. "Oh relax, Master. It's just me. I'm keeping myself concealed for the time being, while also enjoying just how turned on you and the dragon are." The imp giggled a bit. "Who would have thought a dragon would get dragged into this place? She didn't resist the bladder fill curse, she just a really big bladder!" "How are you-" "Telepathy, master. Our pact creates a telepathic bond between us so we can always hear each others' thoughts. So if you don't want to be seen as a crazy person, speak to me in your head." "O-Oh." Minty said in her head. "All right. Any other surprises I should know of?" "Um... I can transform into a rat, raven, or a spider, should the need arise." "You and I are going to have to go over the specific terms of this contract, later on." Minty said. "As you wish, Master~" said Belle. "Don't be too rough with me!" Minty looked back at Scarlette who, of course, was still peeing. It was a most remarkable event. Would it be like this every time the girl had her bladder filled magically? Would this give her an edge in Arena fights? Or perhaps her bladder would fill at a rate relative to its capacity? It was actually something to ponder. Regardless of increasing her own holding power, Minty never felt that her own bladder held any more than it did before, so it would make sense if the holding ability was not relative to total capacity. Too bad for Scarlette. At long last, after what must have been over five minutes of continuous peeing, the stream coming from Scarlette's crotch began to shrink away. The showers were just completely flooded. The floor was nothing more than a gigantic puddle of pee, and Minty could not help but let out a whistle of amazement. "Well..." Scarlette giggled, "Now you know how much a dragon's bladder can hold..." "I've never seen so much pee come out of one girl..." said Minty. "Impressed?" Minty nodded. "And aroused." "Just be glad I didn't pee in your room." Scarlette said. "It would have taken forever to clean." She was right. This would have been a nightmare to try and clean. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but imagine the different things she could do with a girl of such massive bladder capacity. One day, she might have to take Scarlette up on that. For now, however, Minty could barely keep her eyes open. Her arms and legs felt heavy and fatigued, and the only thing she could really think about was lying down. "Let's get back to my room before someone sees this mess." --- When Minty opened her eyes, she felt better than she had in some time. It was difficult to keep track of the days in this place. For the most part, time felt somewhat static, as if the moment was frozen. Yet still, lewd and exciting things seemed to happen all the time. Minty had no complaints. Yet she never forgot her purpose: To defeat all opponents in this convoluted Arena and claim the grand prize, and it was high time she fought another battle. Minty walked over to the computer and brought up the fight roster. Having cleared the minor tier of fighters, she felt that it was finally time to take on someone from the major tier, or even the world tier if she was feeling particularly daring. She scanned the list of opponents... Rayna, despite her youthful appearance and being ranked last in the major tier, was probably the strongest magic user of the entire roster. Her spells were quick and devastating and her mana reserves were near limitless, but the girl was lacking in almost all other areas. Every stat but magic was mediocre. Leila was a bit more balanced. Average stats all around, save for magic, and seemed to favor using guns. She was like a much tougher version of Emma. Erika was a mystery. Her stats seemed balanced as well, and unlike Leila, had some magic proficiency. What Minty noted, however, was that Erika was the only fighter capable of illusion magics. What would that mean in the middle of a fight? It seemed that Leila and Erika had switched places quite often as the top fighter of the major tier. Then came the world tier fighters. The best of the best. Natsumi was quite the terror. A master of the blade and incredibly agile, according to her entry. This would be one tough fight without stats to match her. Then came Isabel. Nearest Minty could tell, while Isabel's offense was nothing to boast about, the woman was a relative tank. She could take abuse all day. Odds are it would be a fight of attrition, or whose bladder would give out first. And finally... Nikki. The vampire who had little regard for others and treated them as playthings. While she didn't have a basic ranged attack to speak of, her melee and magical abilities were very strong, as well as her speed. Interestingly enough, Nikki's endurance was the lowest of the three world tier fighters. It would probably be a fight where Minty would have to go for knockout. All interesting fighters... all with interesting abilities. Minty was quite eager to test herself against her next opponent. "Who should I fight?" [Sexual Tension: Mild] -Rayna -Leila -Erika -Natsumi -Isabel -Nikki (Minty will not rematch minor tier fighters at this time) Minty's current stats and gear and stuff:
  41. 9 points
    As many of you will know, I wet the bed from time to time. Not as much as I used to when I was younger, which would be hard as it was almost nightly before I left for grad school, but every so often, almost always if I’ve had a couple glasses of wine or something similar. I’ve also been known to leak during sex, so that if things get really exciting, there’s often a little puddle underneath me when we are done. When we first moved to Vancouver we bought a new mattress and what I thought was a waterproof mattress cover, it was not very waterproof, something that I learnt the first time I had a serious bedwetting accident. Before I was able to get out and buy a better more waterproof cover, I had a couple more less serious night time accidents and some pretty good sex. I wanted to share a picture of my mattress that I snapped the other day while changing the sheets. Can you guess which side of the bed is mine? Rachel
  42. 9 points
  43. 9 points
    Today was the end of my first week at my new job, and a couple of my volunteers and co-workers took me out for drinks after work this evening. I was wearing a long ankle length dress and pair of my favorite little mermaid panties (black fishy panties). Well after a couple of drinks (really good local craft beer, Vancouver has tonnes of this), I called the hubby and he came and joined us after his work and some complicated transit. The celebrating ended somewhat early, so that it was still light when we headed for the Skytrain home. Now as some of you know, I’ve a bit of a reputation for being a slightly leaky and messy drunk. I wasn’t drunk at this point but I was feeling incredibly naughty so rather than head right home with my hubby, I took us on a detour when we got off the Skytrain and led us to a park near our place. We hung out sitting on the grass for a while talking and laughing and then making out a little bit like horny teenagers. It was tones of fun. I love doing this sort of thing, as I really didn’t do it very much as a teen, but I need to be in the right mood. Well I definitely was in the right mood and getting more excited by the minute. I was sitting with my dress underneath me, and at one point I shifted my legs so that it pooled around me, exposing my panty-covered bum to the cool grass. While kissing my hubby I guided his hand up my dress to touch me over my panties. It felt very naughty being felt up in a public place, and my heart was pounding. My bladder was also filling. The ride home from the pub was not a short one, and I’m not known for my iron bladder. It was becoming noticeably full, something that was not by the position I was sitting in. Feeling the urge, combined with being incredible turned on as a result of the serious heavy petting I was experiencing and the beers, I decided I wanted to be extra naughty. Switching into little’s mode mid-kiss I broke off to whisper in my hubbies ear “Daddy, I have to pee.” He stopped for a moment, his hand still rubbing the outside of my panties. “Right now? Can you hold it?” He inquired, playing along gamefully. I shook my head in an exaggerated shake. “You want me to…” But before he had a chance to reply, I grabbed his arm, pushing his hand firmly against the crotch of my panties, and shook my head. His eyes grew wide. He’s not into wetting and kinky stuff all that much, but he knows how much it turns me on, he didn’t mind playing along, knowing it would drive me wild. It didn’t take more than an instant before I released, as I really did have to go, and I flooded my already slightly damp panties. The feeling of warmth that spread quickly across the gusset of my panties, augmented by the pressure from his hand (which had stopped rubbing) was amazing. I could feel the grass around my inner thighs and bum getting wet and was suffused in a full body feeling of ‘naughtiness’ looking out around the public and well-occupied park as I soaked my panties. I think if I had been doing this exact thing as a teenage I would have climaxed right there on the spot, but I’m no longer a horny teenager, I could certainly wait until I got home, but just barely. After I had stopped, I reveled n the feeling of warm pee slowly cooling in my panties, and continued to look around the park at the various people, going about their day, oblivious to the enormity of the panty wetting going on under my dress. After a little while, my hubby removed his soaked hand and wiped it on the grass. I grinned at him in a horny-stupid grin I’ve seen mostly guys make, and blurted out something like “Take me home Daddy, I had an accident.” Now out of character he said “I’ll say you had.” And he helped me up. As I stood, I was careful so that my dress didn’t get into too much contact with my soaked panties. I could also feel the now cool pee running down the insides of my legs, like tantalizing chilly tongues, licking my inner thighs, sending tingling shivers all over my body. I wobble a little at first but then we were on our way. Our place is about 5 blocks from the park, and about a block along I asked my hubby if he could see a wet spot, while feeling my bum. He informed me that he could not, and I was satisfied that the thickness of the dress and downward dripping motion of the pee, meant that no one could see I had peed my panties. I loved the rubbing feeling of the wet edges of my panty gussets on my inner thigh, and I could feel my pulse throbbing in my sex. My heart was pounding, and my entire body was screaming for sex. The elevator ride up to our flat was almost tortuous, if I hadn’t been holding my hubbies hand. He tried at some more role play, and blurted out something about little girls who wet their panties needing to be punished, but I stopped him, moving out of the age-play dynamic which sometimes he has difficulty getting into, I whispered in his ear in a distinctly un-little voice. “I need you to fuck me, and hard.” I could tell that this took all the pressure off him. I rubbed up against him like a scent marking cat and groped the front of his trousers. He was pretty hard when we exited the elevator and headed for our flat. I’m glad we didn’t run into any of our neighbours at this time. Once inside, we both shed our clothes with gusto. My shoes were off and in a single fluid motion I had my dress up over my head so that I was standing in the front hallway in nothing by a bra and wet panties. Still mostly dressed my hubby guided me into our room, and undid my bra. When we went to remove my wet panties I stopped him and told him I wanted them on, and that I wanted it rough. He was naked before I knew it, and I was on my hands and knees on the bed, exposing my wet-panty covered bum to him. He reached for the wet gusset, and pulling it aside, entered me, roughly. I don’t usually share these last details in my story, but I couldn’t resist sharing this part today. The feeling of being fucked (this was no love-making), while still wearing the panties that I had wet in public a short while ago drove me wild. Every thrust shifted the fabric of my wet panties against me let, and reminded me of my ‘accident.’ It did not take either of us to climax and it was certainly a most satisfying one. As I came, I could feel myself leaking considerably, and I added even more fluid into the soaking panties. I was all manic and energized from the park activity and couldn’t lay still for the post-sex cuddle. I also had to pee again, that very pressing after-sex pee that has to happen now. Well I grabbed my husband’s phone and stood up, I was dripping cum into my panties as I did so. I found a well lit place in our room, and shot some video of me soaking my panties even more. I couldn’t stop dripping cum, and pee, and all manner of other sexy fluids into my panties. I stood there and enjoyed the rushing feeling, the unstoppable dripping feeling. Filling my panties. I took two videos (well more than that), but I had to do some amateur editing to cut out my girl parts, which were clearly visible at different times. I think I must have leaked into my panties for a good 4 minutes. And afterwards I had to put on a Goodnite, as I was dripping all evening! Soaking Panties 1.mp4 Soaking Panties 2.mp4 Well, I wanted to share this story with you all, I hope you enjoyed it. It was certainly tonnes of fun for me! You can’t quite make out just how wet my panties were because of their colour, but they were certainly soaked. The shot of the gusset provides an example of just how wet they got. In case anyone is interested, the panties in question, dried after being soaked thoroughly twice, are for sale, in case anyone wants them! Let me know and get in touch or visit my site: http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Rach p.s. Now that my panties have dried, I can tell you that they smell divine, the perfect after-sex and panty-wetting accident smell!
  44. 9 points
    Just had a bit of a surreal experience this evening... After reading some of the numerous eulogies being posted to AOL Instant Messenger, as its shutdown date nears, I couldn't help but thinking back to how important AIM used to be to me as a teenager. Through AIM I built several meaningful online friendships, and my real life friendships grew even deeper thanks to the conversations we were able to have over AIM. Seeing as in how AIM isn't technically shutting down until December, I became curious if I could still log in to my old account and if there might be any kind of chat history still there. At first, I couldn't remember the last time I had actually signed into AIM, but I was able to recall that I had used it on my brand new, home built, Windows XP computer way back in the day. I couldn't remember my login name, but back then I used the same password for everything, a password that I still easily remember now. As luck would have it, I still have that old XP computer. It is sitting in my equipment room, running software that drives a robot for DVD and Blu-ray disk production. Curious, I looked, and AIM was still installed on it. This computer hadn't been connected to the internet since at least 2005, but wondering if I could still connect to AIM, and what I might find, I ran an ethernet cable to my router and turned the computer on. The immediate result was notifications regarding required updates. Fast forward a few hours, updates are all installed, and I launch AIM. It too tells me it needs an update, which I install, and then restart. After the restart, AIM finally launches. There it is, my old screen name that I used however many years ago it has been- TheVideoWiz. Even back then, I was interested in pursuing a career related to video production. I typed in my old password and clicked to login... The AOL running man icon appeared as I waited, holding my breath, to see if it would connect. And then, it did- My buddy list popped up, all the screen names still there. Immediately I recognized some of the screen names, my best friend from high school, some friends from summer camp, the girl I had a crush on but was too shy and awkward to ever tell her. I recognized other names as people I had only known online, but remembered spending countless hours staying up all night having deep, meaningful conversations with. Scrolling through the list I clicked on some of the names to bring up the conversation window, then on history. Many conversation logs were still there, frozen in time. My most recent conversations were September 10th, 2001. Now I remembered why I stopped using AIM. After 9/11 the way I looked at the world changed. The serious depression I had been battling took over and I withdrew from everyone, even online social interactions. I kept scrolling through my old buddy list, there were way more screen names there then I remembered. Many of them at least seemed somewhat familiar, but most of them did not. I was overwhelmed with memories and emotions when suddenly I saw something I didn't expect- A single user showed as being online. Could it be someone I used to chat with more than 16 years ago still used AIM, with the same screen name? The screen name was "Pee4fun2000" and upon clicking on the name, and looking at the conversation history, I saw that Pee4fun2000 had claimed to be a 16 year old girl from Michigan back in December of 2000, the last time we talked. From the conversation history, it seemed she was into wetting, and curious about diaper play and golden showers. Seeing as how she appeared to be online, I sent her a message. Me- "Hello. I doubt that you remember me, it has been a very long time since I have signed into AIM. It seems we used to chat a long time ago. I was surprised to see anyone from my old buddy list online." I waited. There was no response. I figured there must be some sort of error showing the user was online. No one keeps using the same screen name for that long, and does anyone actually still use AIM? But then, I got a response- Pee4fun2000- "hey.... ya, i don't remember u.... it must of been a while... asl?" Me- "35 M USA, you?" Pee4fun2000- "Oh cool! 16 f michigan.... u like younger girls?" Me- "You are saying you are 16 years old right now?" Pee4fun2000- "yes... dat ok?" Me- "The last time I talked you was literally more than 16 years ago, and at that time you said you were 16." Pee4fun2000- "oh... are u into pee stuff?" Me- "I just thought it was cool someone I used to chat with so long ago was still online, I thought I would say hi." An image popped up. An image that I immediately recognized, as it as a photograph that I had taken. It was a picture of Alisha, from HD Wetting, from a few years ago. The image had been cropped to remove the HD Wetting watermark at the bottom. Me- "What's that?" Pee4fun2000- "a picture of me" Me- "That isn't you, that is Alisha Adams from HD Wetting." Pee4fun2000- "No its not, its me silly!" Me- "I took that picture." Pee4fun2000- "No you didn't!" Me- "Yes I did." Pee4fun2000- "wait, is this tvguy?" Me- "Yes, I use that screen name some places." Pee4fun2000- "shit" Some time passed by without any other messages from her, but she still showed up as being online, so I tried sending her another message. Me- "Hello?" Another minuted passed by. Me- "Are you there?" She went offline. I copied the conversation, and shut down the computer.
  45. 9 points
    i dont post anything here for a while.. so here one pic
  46. 9 points
    Much more sketchy, and more NSFW >_> But maybe possibly to do with certain things >_> <_< I haven't drawn in a while, and I maybe also stayed up until 2am to get this sketched >_> So yeah lots of off proportions but *shrug*
  47. 9 points
    As a preface, I apologize for getting so carried away and making this ridiculously long! If you want to skip to the good action, start at paragraph 5. Everything before that is wetting/desperation, but relatively tame in comparison . Of all of my wetting/pee experiences over the years, I suspect this one may always be one of my favorites!! Given that I currently have some writing momentum and am excited about sharing on this site, I figured I'd keep it up and post this one One more disclaimer before you go on: I stick to the actual events, but any conversations/vivid descriptions I have in my stories may be a bit embellished/edited for clarity to help everything flow like a story instead of an essay! Ever since I first recognized how much I enjoy pee, the beach has been one of my favorite places to play around. It's easy to hide because everyone's already wet, but it's public enough to give a thrill that's virtually unparalleled. A little over a year ago, I went to the beach for a couple of days with a bunch of my besties. We spent the entirety of the last day out on the water and, unbeknownst to the other girls, I spent it inconspicuously peeing any time I got the urge. Before departing from our hotel room, I discretely chugged obscene amounts of water, fully intending to have a little more fun than a simple day out at the beach. Easily under an hour after hitting the sand, I was already getting the urge to go. It was fairly early in the morning, so the weather was relatively mild (as mild as it gets in mid June, anyway). Few people had gotten into the water by then and I was the first of my friends. When you've gotta go, well, you've gotta go, and I was not about to let myself get to the point of holding myself or dancing desperately in front of my friends. I cautiously stepped into the water, allowing it to steal away my breath as its chill nipped at my feet. As it reached up to my thighs and waist, it felt like icy jaws clenched around me. Waist-deep was enough. I was nearly shivering, so I wanted to avoid getting my torso wet this early on. I tried to relax and let it go, but this proved challenging as goosebumps appeared on my appendages and my friends yelled taunts of my cowardice for not plunging in deeper. Finally, after a few moments, the first spurts of warmth seeped out of my nether region like gentle hands tenderly prying away the teeth of the cold. The contents of my bikini bottoms warmed rapidly, a flood of relief coming for both my bladder and my cold skin. It was much like that sensation when you're frigid, but step into a warm shower, even in the sense that it made me feel like I needed to pee...but I already was! I kept going, trying to mix the warm pee around my cold legs, disguising my attempts as difficulty wading against the waves. It was strange, feeling such urinary relief while being stared at by all of my friends (and talking to them), but I loved the thrill of it. Finally, the last few spurts drew the action to a close, and the warmth casually drifted away with the waves. I emerged from the water, playing it cool by saying that I was going to wait a bit longer for the day to warm up. This general sequence repeated for the first couple of hours. Initially, I couldn't work up the courage to do it anywhere other than the water, terrified someone would take note of the abnormally large amount of "water" dripping from my bikini bottoms. While I loved the sensation, the rush of warmth to contrast the cool shroud of ocean, it grew rather bland after a few hours. As the day heated, and we all fully submerged into the water, I brought my boogie board out and would let out a burst of pee every time I rode the wave in. Maybe it was a bit immature, but I thought it was funny because it almost seemed like a rocket blast, propelling me back to land. Finally though, I was ready for more. Throughout the day, I constantly refilled my water bottle. My kidneys had a real cleaning. This kept the urges to urinate frequent and voluminous. I internally laughed any time one of my friends expressed a need to pee and ran off to find a bathroom, likely back at the hotel. I noted some of the others went prolonged periods without verbalizing a need to relieve themselves, however, so I figured I couldn't be the only one enjoying the convenience of wetting, but tragically, I suspect I was the only one enjoying it this thoroughly. From peeing in the water, I evolved to peeing on the beach right after getting out. I figured enough water was dripping off of me and my urine was clear enough that nobody would catch on, and I was right. I could stand in plain sight of my friends, total strangers, men and women, peeing all over myself like a little girl and nobody had a clue. This, of course, urged me on further. By lunch time, my friends wanted to relax and tan (or catch cancer, as I affectionately refer to it). They all stretched out their towels and lounged under the great ball of fusion and fission that illuminates our sky. I, however, was not going to pass up on a perfectly good opportunity to moisten the sand, so I laid directly on the beach, keeping my towel neatly folded by my water bottle. "Kaylee," my friends inquired, "Why aren't you lying on your towel? Doesn't the sand irritate your back?" I made up some excuse about how I didn't want to get my towel wet and covered in sand before I needed to dry off (technically true, but not at all in the way they thought). As we reclined there on the beach, talking, our swimsuits dried, with the exception of the crotch and butt of mine. As my bladder filled, I would nonchalantly empty it, enjoying the warm dampness almost as much as the naughtiness. I was already pushing the wetting far more than I ever had and I was feeling embarrassingly turned on. The pinnacle, however, came as afternoon fell. I carried on my business much like the rest of the day, but eventually, I caught the attention of a fellow beach-goer. As I emerged from a small hole I had just dug and peed into, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I must've jumped with surprise, because the moderately-toned guy I turned to see briefly almost looked apologetic. "Hey," he said, "I can't help but notice..." at this point, my heart skipped a beat or five. No way. I had been busted. A burst of adrenaline shot through my abdomen and I felt my face heat up as I, no doubt, turned blood red. Caught up in the race of my own thoughts, I have no idea what he followed that statement up with. I just stared at him blankly until I saw him smile. That's a good sign, no doubt? I nervously smiled and let out an attempt at a laugh. "What's your name?" He asked. "Uhm...Kaylee." I said, finally reorienting myself. He hadn't caught me--he was hitting on me! "Well, Kaylee," he said, "My friends and I are trying to get another player for volleyball. Wanna join in?" I like volleyball and he seemed decent enough. "Sure," I said, "But is it alright if my friends come?" He agreed, so I grabbed the other girls and we began playing. A few games in, however, and the urge to pee was back--and my swimsuit had dried. I hadn't considered my copious water consumption when I agreed to this. I dismissed it, figuring I could pee myself in a few, but, as I had previously intended, the urge came swiftly and in full force. Before long, I was dancing in place, trying to contain the urge. Thankfully, under this context, it looked like I was just really getting into the game--not about to wet myself in front of my friends and new acquaintances. Every time I leapt to hit the ball, my abdomen throbbed, until I could no longer focus. Finally, that game ended, a loss, likely due to my mind drowning in urine overflow from my bladder. "I'm feeling pretty tired," I lied. Fatigue was the last word that could describe my state. I was busting at the seams and wanted nothing more than to throw myself onto the ground and spew out a torrent of pee. "I'm going to take a break for a bit." I began speed walking away, in no particular direction, trying to keep it low-key and desperately attempting to maintain my dignity. I couldn't say I had to use the restroom. As far as I knew, the closest one was back at the hotel and there's no way I'd make it, not to mention the embarrassing prospect of making a mad dash to a toilet in front of my new friends. I mindlessly trudged back to the hole I'd "watered" before, though in hindsight, it would've been far smarter to go to the water. I gingerly lowered myself into it, avoiding excessively abrupt movement, afraid that I'd pop like a water balloon. Right as I was about to give into the demands of my bladder, I jumped at the sound of a voice behind me, "It's a beautiful night." The guy had followed me. Great. "Almost as beautiful as you." "I couldn't care less, dude. I really have to pee!" I thought to myself, but I managed a half smile and an, "Aw, well, thanks." He sat down next to me. Crap. What now? He kept talking. I somehow managed to make coherent responses with my brain on autopilot as I frantically contemplated what to do. "Screw it," I thought, "I have no choice." It didn't matter. I was going to pee within the next few minutes, whether I intended to or not. I might as well make it on my own terms. If he had to watch a 22 year old woman pee herself like there's no tomorrow, so be it. At that moment, as if the angels had descended from the heavens and divinely orchestrated this escape, somebody from the volleyball game knocked the ball behind us and shouted for one of us to grab it. He leapt to his feet and ran to it. "Now!" I thought, finally releasing my clenched muscles. Immediately, my swimsuit bottoms filled as pee hissed its passage out of my urethra. There was no stopping this train, and I could only pray that it could be quieted. Warm urine noisily overflowed around the edges of my suit, some of it soaking into the sand, some pooling on the surface, and much of it finding its way to my legs as I sat crisscrossed. I glanced back as sweet relief washed over me. He was throwing the ball back now. I had to think of something--fast--before he was able to sit back down. As he turned, ready to come join me again, I quickly shot out, "Would you be willing to turn the other way for a second?" He gave a puzzled look. From where he was, my back occluded his view on my lady region fervently pumping out fluid, and I guess he was just out of range to hear it. Blushing was easy--I was already doing it. "You see, I got some sand into a personal area and it's irritating me," I claimed, still peeing at full-stream. He nodded understandingly and turned away. This bought me a brief moment. "Okay. Got it!" I exclaimed after allotting a few precious seconds of privacy. By now, I wasn't empty, but I could at least control it. As he turned and came back, I managed to ease up and continue quietly, most of the pee reaching my butt before soaking through my bottoms and into the sand below. I couldn't believe it. Here I sat, talking to some guy I'd just met, totally messing myself in my own pee right next to him, and he had no idea! The excitement was incredible! This wondrous moment finally came to a spurting end, but I felt like I was burning at a thousand degrees, and my downstairs tingled beneath the swimsuit, gleaming with my pee. I dared not move, lest I arouse myself even further. We sat and talked until things calmed down for me. I hardly even recall what we talked about. Finally, after quite some time, my friends came over and said they were heading back. I arose, feeling on top of the world. A faint wet patch still lingered where I sat in the sand, and my bottoms still damply clung to my vagina. I don't think the guy even noticed. Honestly, I think he was too fixated on what lies "upstairs" to note the fun he was missing below. This realization made me feel a little better when I turned down his request for my number. Regardless, my friends and I made our way back to the hotel and cleaned up. They all teased me about my "new boyfriend," totally oblivious to the fact that the spring in my step actually came from a day of wetting myself right under their noses.
  48. 8 points
    Hello, it's me Samantha again, I gave a small bio of myself in the beginning of my first story I will give you a bit more information about myself here today. Like I said in the last story i'm 5'9 tall and skinny (probably 120-130 in weight) I play the piano in a symphony here in New York, i've been playing for them for 2-3 years now, it's always been a dream of mine ever since I was a young girl to play in a symphony, so living my dream everyday is absolutely wonderful. But with all good things there are bad things to this job.... mainly long sessions of practice or the 4 hours performances we have to attend every weekend, why would this be bad you may ask? Well if you're on this site you can probably guess the long times between bathrooms breaks I get. I don't have the greatest bladder but not the worst either, I can usually make it 5-6ish hours with some drinks in me. 8-9ish if I try my very best without drinks. Last weekend I had a performance on Saturday and I didn't make it back to the bathroom at home in time, i'll explain why I didn't go at the performance hall in the story. I was wearing a long black dress that dragged on the floor in the back and was very loose around my legs, certainly not the easiest to walk in I assure you especially with heels on, it was tight on the upper part around my stomach and my breasts but not painfully tight. I also want to make quick note I don't have big breasts and more do I care about such things, for those interested in my undergarments I was wearing a black bra and purple cotton panties with a fairly colorful waistband to them (they are really cute) Alright enough of this long introduction lets get into it. Enjoy! Saturday 11/30/2017 I woke up later then I usually do that day for some reason, I woke up to my walking past my room talking to my dad (yes i'm 22 and still live with my parents) I squirm around in bed due to my full bladder, I lay there thinking of what I have to do today with was nothing of importance until my performance that night, I sit up in bed and squeeze my legs together ignoring my bladder and grab my phone to check the misses messages I have. I replied to a few of them and ignored the ones I felt weren't as important, I plop down on my pillow and stair at my ceiling for a few minutes before my phone vibrates indicating i've received a message from a friend, I look at my phone read the text then look at the time 11:37am I put my phone down and get out of bed. I stand up stretch and cross my legs realizing how dire my need for the girls room is now after allowing my body to wake up, I walk into the hall way and run into my mom, she starts talking to me I bob up and down slightly singling to her I have to pee but she doesn't seem to care as she goes on about how I shouldn't be sleeping this late being 22 years old, and how I have to help out with decorating for halloween (we have lots of decoration for every holiday in out family also I'm an only child) I nod and apologize while crossing my legs tightly standing right outside the bathroom in my short pink nightgown. She says she'll be out in the garage getting the decorations down and tells me to hurry up and get dressed and help out, as she walks away I go into the bathroom to finally relive myself. Brushing my hair before putting it up in a pony tail and getting dressed into some skinny jeans and a tank top accompanied with my black bra and purple panties, I walk down stairs and head to the kitchen wanting to tame the beast that is my growling stomach, I open the fridge and pull out a container of left overs from the night before, chicken with mashed potatoes and corn one of my favorite meals. I throw my food in the microwave for a few minutes, while my food is heating up I pour myself a glass of ice cold tea (my favorite drink I must add) and get the fork and knife I need to eat with for i'm not an animal like my dog Snowball who just so happens to walk past with his favorite toy is his mouth. I take his toy from him and throw it as falls into the next room, he runs after it as soon as the microwave starts beeping as to indicate the start of a race for him but tells me my food is ready, I sit down at the table with my food and ice tea. I fool around on my phone as I eat my lunch, my dad walks in hits my pony tail and calls me sleepy head for not waking up till practically noon, he pours a cup of coffee and sits down at the table with a fork stealing a few bits of my food. After I finish my lunch dad goes outside and I meet mom in the living room with some boxes. Mom gives me some direction on to where she wants the houses that light up and where she wants the hall hangings, I sigh not thrilled about doing manual labor before having a 4 hour performance that night but I do live here and I should help my parents in any way that I can, I start decorating the house which takes a few hours, I drink more ice tea as I check my watch which tells me it's 2:30pm. After finishing the tasks I have done for my mom I go to the piano room to get in some practice on a few of the more difficult songs we'll be playing for the audience tonight, while I practice my dad walks in apologizing for interruption and tells me that I should get ready to go soon, it takes me about an hour and half to get ready. I stop playing and walk to the kitchen to get a glass of ice tea looking at the clock which now reads 3:45, I ask my dad if he can heat me up some soup before I go to my performance. We are required to be there no later then 6 as the performance starts at 7pm, but most everyone shows up between 5-5:30, so I quickly finish my cup or tea I just poured and go up to my room and start on my make up, I don't usually do anything special with my hair as there is no requirement for it so I take it down and brush my hair before I get out of my jeans and tank top and put on my long dress and black heels. I walk down stairs after about an hour and notice my bladder is full due to all the drinks i've consumed during the day, I sit at the kitchen table with my legs squeezed very tightly and wiggling my butt quite a bit while I eat my soup, I make quick work of my soup which was accompanied with another glass of ice tea. I stand up and pee dance a bit, walking around he kitchen and bobbing up and down with my tightly crossed legs a bit before looking at the clock which reads 5pm now. I tell my parents I have to leave now, I always hold my pee in right before I leave and hold it until I get back which I usually can make it back, but to be honest most of the time my panties aren't completely dry when I get home anyhow I go to the bathroom and drive to my performance. I make it to the performance hall by 5:35 not early, but not late either, I mean I usually want to get there earlier but my stick bathroom schedule I need to fallow or else I risk having an accident. I meet up in the back where everyone is tuning there instruments and making sure they look as perfect as a picture of royalty, I change into my heels while engaging in conversations with a few members, we discuss on the finer points of our job as we strive for absolute perfection and how difficult the pressure can be on some of the more harder songs, we joke to lighten up the mood at the clock reaches 6:20 and we have to take the stage and wait till 7pm. I click the puddles under the grand piano and hit a few of the keys making sure it's how its suppose to sound satisfied with the sound I fix my dress underneath my butt so its not all scrunched up and fold some of it up to give me a small cushion on the hard wooded piano bench but to no avail it's still uncomfortable as ever, I fix the front of my dress and make sure it's not under my heels so I can hit the peddles under the piano. The performance begins on time and we play until the 9:15 mark where we are given a short intermission, we get a chance to breath and get some water if wanted. On most nights I normally don't get anything but my throat was extremely dry tonight probably due to pressure I was feeling after just finished a duet with a violinist Lauren, which went perfectly but still nerve-racking nonetheless I get a small bottle of water. After returning to the piano I notice my bladder is pretty full knowing full well I need to wait until at the very least 11pm when the performance ends. The second half of the performance starts I squeeze my legs before we start and unsqueezed them as I need to maintain perfect posture to play, after about an hour I realize we only have 5 songs left and my bladder is very full, I have to do my best to not squirm around on the bench. After a few more songs I can't help but start wiggling my butt as my bladder is very full now i'm focusing all my strength on not leaking into my panties or worse in front of the someone thousand people who attend tonight knowing we're only a few songs away from finishing. The last 2 songs which weren't very long felt like an eternity to my bladder which just desperately wanted to let out all this pee in me, I knew I shouldn't have had that water and I'm seriously regretting it now, thankfully I make it through the final song. We all stand up and when I do I cross my legs as tightly as I can, we take a bow which puts slightly to much pressure on my bladder and I leak into my panties I quickly stand back up and continue to keep my legs desperately crossed. As well walk off the stage I look around quickly and notice no one is looking at me I quickly hold myself which gave me such a great feeling of confidence to hold it, I quickly say my goodbye to everyone and rush out to my car, once i'm out of site of everyone I walk with my hand between my legs, I debate about going back inside once i'm outside by my car and holding myself and dancing around desperately but I realize that the bathrooms are probably full of others who were in my situation which is more people then you would realize. I tell myself I can make it home it's only a 20 minute drive or so I should be fine, I get into my car and scrunch up the front of my dress into a small ball and shove it tightly in between my legs, I leak more into my panties, the pee spreads a bit to my butt, I really debate on what to do but realize i'm wasting more time doing nothing, so I start driving home the time shows 11:35pm. I pull into the drive way at 12:05 I managed to keep my bladder under control since that first leak in the parking lot, I quickly park and and get out of that car which makes my bladder spams and leak pretty bad, some pee runs down my legs and onto my feet, I don't have my heels on right now because you shouldn't drive in heels. I hold my dress up and hold my crotch right outside my panties getting my hand wet as I desperately press my hand into my crotch as I can't stand still at all now, I walk to the front door pee pee dancing looking through my purse for my keys, while i'm looking for my keys I leak pretty badly the pee hisses and splashes onto the floor I stop and grab myself through my dress since it fell down while I started looking through my purse. I managed to stop the pee but my dress now had a pee spot on it now, I thankfully find my keys and hurry into the house and walk as fast as my bladder allows me to at this point to the bathroom door, I try the handle and I find it locked, I knock on the door pee pee dancing outside of it, my mom says she's sick and is going to be in there for awhile, I tell her i'm about to have an accident if she doesn't come out right now, she told me to hurry and go upstairs. I run to the stairs with my dress up and i'm pushing into my crotch once again through my peed panties, my bladder is screaming at this point, I get half way up the stairs and my bladder can't take it and I start leaking every send now, it's stating to run down my legs, while I leak I make it to the top of the stairs, knowing i'm pretty much peeing myself I walk to the bathroom leaving leaks of pee to be mopped up by my dress that drags behind me, I step into the bathroom and I start hissing loudly and start peeing myself uncontrollably, the pee rushes out of me and I sigh is the sweet relief after holding it for nearly 7 hours. I was to relived to move and peed all over the bathroom floor making a huge puddle on the ground, I look at my panties and see the 2 shades of purple they are now due to the wetness of the parts around my crotch area. I take them off and throw them on the floor followed by my wet dress. I wrap myself in a towel and take another towel to clean up the leaks I left on the stairs and the hallway, while I was cleaning up the pee my mother came up the stairs to see the accident I just had, she told me I really have to be more carful and scolds me about how a 22 year old girl shouldn't be peeing herself, she tell me to make sure I clean it all up and do laundry, I blush from embarrassment about the accident I just had, and agree to the cleaning and laundry duty. I take a shower and put my wet clothes in the laundry basket and get into a pair of dry black cotton panties with white polka-dots on them and my short pink nightgown and go to sleep for the night. I hope you enjoyed the story today I do want to apologize for it being so long today, I enjoy writing about my experiences and I enjoy writing is details and keeping them lengthy. I will certainly bring more stories to you guys in the near future. -Samantha
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    Ok this is am impressive list, there is a tonne of scat in the list, but I'm trawling through it and downloading any JAV not posted here, Stand by! Watch the Download Section soon!
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    To clarify, the bed wetting is from a different model that I've posted before. I realize now that it may have been confusing to state that on this post. Sorry. This is Tori. I asked her to do a bed wetting for me, and as you can tell you can't really see any action; only the aftermath, which is still very pleasant to look at. Cheers. Tori Failed BW #1.flv