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  1. 28 points
    Hello all, It's been awhile since I've really found someone to do a wetting video, and I really lucked out meeting this girl. She is one of the hottest models I've worked with, in my opinion anyways. If you can't tell in the video, I think she's found a new fetish. Enjoy! Jeans Wetting.flv
  2. 21 points
    I was beyond desperate by the time I pulled into the grocery store parking lot. Of course, this was exactly as I had planned. It was a sunny Friday and I had spent all morning drinking water and cranberry juice to prepare for my show. The specifics of how it would go-- where, how and in front of who-- I hadn’t decided yet. This was going to be another impromptu (that’s the only kind of convincing public wetting anyways!!) and my quivering bladder was making me super excited. I wore my faded, light-blue, button-fly levis that some of you may recall me wearing on my first public wetting. Like all of my favorite jeans, they’re tight and form-fitting around my thighs and crotch. The legs on these are boot cut below the calf—not really skinny but not really flared either. And the worn seam always feels amazing rubbing against my bare clit as I walk! I fastened them with a leather belt and wore sandals and a simple v-neck, dark blue t-shirt to complete my casual, grocery shopper attire. The store was a little out of the way—certainly not one I usually go to. It was larger and a lot more crowded than my regular. The sheer volume of people walking around the entrance immediately turned me on. Thinking about all of those bystanders witnessing me piss myself tempted me to tease my bladder muscles. Grabbing a cart, I thought about how little effort it would take to let go and flood my jeans. But that’s not how I wanted my show to go. Not so soon. (I wanted to actually finish my grocery shopping if I could!) So I regained control, walked in, and joined the busy shopper circuit. I remember hearing the worn denim between my inner thighs brush against itself as I walked. At my first stop, the deli, a surprise wave of intense desperation hit me, and I had to cross my legs tightly together and hunch over to compose myself. There was so much to do before I could put on my show! And finding an appropriate opportunity might take even more time. I realized early on that this could be more difficult to make it through than my other stunts. There were quite a few items on my shopping list. (I honestly didn’t expect to be able to grab everything—I could have to abort the whole damn thing after all!!) But it actually became an exciting challenge. Looking back, it’s hard for me to determine exactly how long it took. I think my hand spent more time clutching my pussy than it did guiding the cart! The constant stimulation on my vagina was keeping me constantly aroused! My face felt flush most of the time and I caught myself using my distressed state as an excuse to subtly caress my clit through my jeans more and more frequently. Far more noticeable, surely, were my dancing knees and the constant pivoting of my weight from hip to hip. Indeed, a few people did notice my desperate behavior. One man in particular seemed extra interested. He followed me down a couple of aisles, keeping his distance but always with an unblocked view of me in his sights. (Of course, it’s possible it was just a coincidence and he was going about his business like everyone else. I acted unaware just in case he was looking—I don’t like to discourage admirers!) At one especially agonizing point, I caught sight of the employee bathrooms and felt my exhausted bladder convulse uncontrollably—but my firm grip over my urethra spared me a premature wetting. I really do think this new hobby of mine has weakened my bladder. It’s probably just psychological—knowing that, so long as I act like it’s an accident, I can piss myself anywhere I choose without any major public fallout. It really takes the edge off having to go! I was still a little nervous despite the acknowledgement. And, of course, it did nothing for the physical discomfort I was suffering. An ‘accident’ was clearly imminent. When I finally got all my things, I walked briskly to the checkout lines and picked a long one just to enhance my desperation! A part of me hated myself. I wanted nothing more than to pee my jeans right there. But I had just invested all this time into gathering mine and my husband’s weekly groceries. I’m pretty daring, I know, but I don’t think I could muster the courage to piss myself and then continue waiting in line like nothing happened! So I held my legs together, fists clenched by my side, bouncing on my knees, and waited. When it was my turn, and the conveyor belt was finally clear, I started to unload my cart. I finished before the woman in front of me had even got her checkbook out—she had just spent a lot of time scrutinizing the grocery selection (or expressing some other petty concern along those lines). It was an old woman, (Obviously! She looked like she got her hair permed every week), but seemed to be in good health. And she was very talkative with the cashier. A middle-aged man pulled up behind me, closing me in. Another woman with a full cart queued behind him as well. After some time of frivolous discourse between the poor cashier and her enthusiastic customer, a wave of desperation suddenly struck me. I crossed my legs, shifting my weight fully onto my left, and held them tightly together. It very quickly rose to an unbearable amount of pain. At the peak of my agony I couldn’t help but throw my cupped fingers over my pussy, my bladder pathetically quivering, and hunch over, grimacing with my teeth tightly clenched and my eyes firmly shut. I can’t remember what I was thinking in that moment but I’m sure it was nothing coherent! I do remember hearing the loud impact of my cupped fingers when they hit my crotch and the weird, shutter-groan noise I made to cope. I opened my eyes to see the cashier, bagger and old woman looking in my direction. I’m sure the people behind me took note as well. Embarrassed, (but also aroused with anticipation of the coming show) I found my nerve and regained my composure. Smiling tentatively to assure my cashier I was ok, I mustered a weak, “Hi” The old woman tactfully concluded her conversation and walked off with her loaded cart. The cashier, a young woman with neck-length, auburn hair, exchanged her obligatory, brief pleasantries with me, not delving into the topic of my obvious desperation, and started scanning my things with skillful haste. The bagger, too, followed suit—taking my cart and filling it methodically with my bagged groceries. It was excellent service! (I’m tempted to reveal the name of the grocery store but I’m afraid my story would yield more bad publicity than good!) When it was finally time to pay I hobbled to the card scanner and inserted my chip as soon as the total appeared on the screen. That wave of desperation that had eroded my decency earlier still felt far from subsiding though. In fact, standing still, waiting for the damn scanner to read the chip in my card, only made the pain mount even more! I pulled my card out and signed the little screen as prompted. Again, I had to brace my pussy tightly with my fingers to endure my desperation. This time though, (to save my dignity I suppose), I turned away from the cashier and bagger to face the people waiting behind me, leaning my hip against the side of the conveyor. My left arm was crossed over my abdomen holding my side and, with my right hand, I held my crotch firmly. I hunched over a bit with what must have certainly been an agonized expression on my face and maintained my composure as best I could. It was difficult, but I held back the flood gates. When the receipt printer sounded, signifying a shopping success, a part of my mind was put at ease. Still feeling desperate however, and still looking desperate, I dared myself to let out just a little. Enough to show but not enough to warrant a hasty escape! I didn’t bother looking to see if the people in front of me were watching-- that probably would have psyched me out! The trick with these shows is to just give in split second. So, holding my breath, I grimaced, quietly gasping when I felt my bladder muscles convulse… and then relax. There was a trickle of wetness and warmth against my fingers. Slowly, a dark spot emerged around my hand, growing down my inner thighs, expanding across my legs. I was surprised how much was escaping with how cautious I was being. Honestly I had just intended to feel it against my fingers! I looked up to meet the eyes of the two people waiting in line, but theirs were fixated on my crotch. They stared wordlessly: the man still unloading his groceries onto the conveyor and the woman standing patiently behind her cart. Both stared intently at my obviously growing stain. Social inhibitions took control and my pelvic muscles attempted to cut the stream. My bladder violently protested, urine still stubbornly pooling in my crotch, softly hissing. I could hear myself breathing heavily, my bladder was screaming louder at me with every passing moment. I wanted to give up. “Oh god,” I shuttered pathetically. I gave up. Intensely hot pee burst against the inside of my jeans-- against the pressure of my cupped fingers-- with a fierce manifest destiny! It hardly got a chance to pool beneath my crotch before shooting to the sides of my pelvis all the way to the seam, darkening the light blue color of the denim. Skinny golden streams erupted out of the fabric on my thigh, just below my pocket, arching outwards with force and splattering on the ground. I felt it shoot up my ass crack as well, dampening the crease between my cheeks. It had already formed a glistening stain halfway up my fly when I pulled my hand away from the torrent. “Oh god, oh god!” My piss appeared to be streaming against the surface of the denim now, rushing quickly down my legs. The man waiting stared silently, seemingly scornful. He was taken aback, definitely, but still composed. The woman behind him not-so-discretely, but certainly not without sympathy, exclaimed “oh dear”. My flight instinct took hold. It had only been moments but I couldn’t bear to face them anymore. I was shaking. Before my piss had a chance to form a puddle beneath me, I turned, grabbed my cart, and walked briskly to the exit. My hurried strides and immense embarrassment made it easier to cut the stream, though it persisted for a good many steps before finally ceasing. My bladder was still screaming at me but I was at least partially relieved. (I still really had to go, though) Hidden behind my cart, I was able to navigate to the exit without many people turning their heads. Some noticed in passing, of course. But they probably took note of my tearful sniffling and red face before seeing the glimmering stain all over my crotch. Yes, I had started crying. Don’t get me wrong—I was incredibly aroused. But I was also shaken up and relieved that I had allowed myself to lose control like that! Embarrassed but not sorry. It actually is a hard sensation to describe. For some reason, unlike every time before, it really hit home to me that I was a participant in the show rather than an observer. Looking into those people’s faces and hearing that woman’s response—I felt almost trapped in the moment. I kept thinking about the time I pissed myself in the crowded subway, standing less than a foot in front of a guys face! That was so much more public, yet that hadn’t worked me up nearly as much as this… Halfway to my car I was startled to hear a man’s voice, “Ma’am?” My heart dropped. Crazy thoughts rushed into my head. What if it was the store manager? What if he called the police? What would I tell my husband? I took a breath and spun to answer. It was the bagger, looking just as embarrassed as I felt. “I- I think I should-,” he didn’t quite know what to say. Finally he found the words, “let me help you load those into your car.” He was young and tall and the genuine sympathy in his voice quickly put me at ease. I wiped some teary dribble from under my nose and nodded, “Thank you.” I tried to give him the warmest smile I could muster. Maybe the nice cashier or one of my onlookers put him up to it. Or maybe he really did feel sorry enough for me to try and help. Whatever the case he had just run all the way out here to catch up with me and help in some way. I couldn't refuse. “I’m so embarrassed.” I took a moment to assess the damage more thoroughly. My jeans felt heavier with the extra water weight, and the initial warmth of my urine was quickly becoming colder-- it felt good in the blazing heat of the parking lot. The stain covered me pretty thoroughly—stretching from the front of my waistband to the back of my calves. I also couldn’t help but feel like this would be a perfect opportunity to relieve myself fully. (With a dedicated audience no less!) Standing still, even for that brief moment, reminded me that I was still bursting! “God I’m so mortified!” Mr. Bagger took my cart and walked beside me to my car. I made sure to waddle ahead of him, swaying my hips as I walked, enjoying the urinary lubrication between my butt cheeks, feeling his eyes follow my ass. He started telling me about how his mother suffered from incontinence. Apparently she had problems ever since his brother was born five years prior. Her problem wasn’t mine, of course, but I felt comforted by his story nonetheless. I had apparently staged a very convincing accident! My heart was fluttering. There was more to come. When we got to my car I reached for the trunk. I drive a Nissan rogue, so the trunk pulls open above my head. My strategy formulated itself very quickly. Clutching the handle with both hands, I pulled the trunk up and felt my bladder tinge from the full body stretch. It wasn’t enough to actually cause an involuntary release, but, with my legs held together tightly, I acted as though it had-- grimacing, gasping, and exerting all the Kegel strength I could muster. Piss erupted from my urethra with torrential power, rushing forcefully over my clit. It felt like a showerhead bringing me to ecstasy! I looked down and saw my stain begin to glisten again, hot urine surfacing through the denim, cascading down my legs, pouring through the cuts on the knees of my jeans. You could hear it loudly gushing against the inside of my button-fly. Hot urine streamed over my sandaled feet and toes, quickly forming a large puddle around me. Again, a lovely, yellow arch of piss burst through the denim of my outer thigh, just below the side of my pocket, splattering against the thin, plastic grocery bags in the cart parked just beside me. I looked over at my guy, breathing heavily with an open mouth, locking eyes with him, forming the most pathetic and distressed expression I could. I threw both my hands off the trunk handle and into my crotch, making a show of trying to stop the flood. Clutching my pussy made the hot piss expand farther along my pelvis—even my pockets turned dark with wetness. The sloppy sounds of flesh cupping water, squishing soaked fabric, mixed in with the rest of the liquid ensemble. I sighed with anguished relief and looked up at Mr. Bagger again, “God it just won't stop!” I managed an awkward, sniffly cry-laugh and wiped my eye with my shoulder. I was still peeing intensely hard. And I noticed the dark asphalt couldn’t drink my piss fast enough to slow the growth of my puddle. Mr. Bagger started unloading my cart and looked at me kindly (though I noticed he kept stealing glances at the piss pouring over my fingers and cascading down my legs.) He said something along the lines of, “Accidents happen. When you get home you can wash your clothes and take a shower. All of this will seem like it happened to someone else.” A special note to Mr. Bagger if you ever read this. One: sorry for the ruse—I did it for the sexual thrill! Hope you enjoyed the show! Two: you’re a really good person and you’ll make an excellent spouse someday! If I was fully and truly distressed that would have been even more comforting to hear than it already was! “You’re right,” I agreed with another sniffle. I dragged my hands from my crotch along the ‘v’ of my pelvis up to my hips. My torrent showed no signs of yielding-- it was beyond stopping at this point. I parted my legs a little and enjoyed the warm current coursing through my jeans. “I can’t stop,” I admitted. “I've never felt so relieved, though!” To that, Mr. Bagger and I shared a chuckle. The waterfall tapered off gradually until all that was left of my stream were the droplets falling from my wrinkles. I stood there, dripping, soaked from my waist to the soles of my feet, while my guy finished transferring all my bags. I let him take a five dollar bill from the pocket on my purse where I keep my money. I would have handed it to him myself but my fingers were still dripping with pee. He thanked me and grabbed my cart to take it to the cart-holder thing farther up the parking lot, stealing one final glance at my glistening jeans before turning to leave. Then I laid my towel over my driver’s seat, sat down, closed the door, and started the car. Without thinking, I unfastened my belt and tore my button fly open. It was harder than normal because of how soaked the denim was. But I managed to do it with one hand and started fingering myself vigorously. I suppose what follows is pretty self-explanatory! I hope you guys enjoyed my experience as much as I did! I know I teased this story a long time ago from my last post so hopefully the wait was worth it. This was written down a while ago but I never took the time to properly edit it until now. I’ve been pretty busy lately with work and my husband and I have traveled a little bit too. Needless to say I have a lot more experiences to share. Also I told him about this very public fetish and showed him all my stories! I think he was more amused than aroused at first, probably more turned on by how turned on wetting made me, but he’s learned to love it! He doesn’t like wetting himself though—which is fine. He enjoys the spectacle far more than the sensation I suppose! (Also he’s a big fan of my zipper discovery from my last story just like I had predicted. I have more experiences to share about that as well!!) I’ll make a tumblr to keep my posts on omo relevant to omo. When it’s made I’ll update you guys so you can continue to give me encouragement on all of my experiences. Ta ta for now!
  3. 21 points
    Ho lee mo lee No, no sir. We are going to have none of this child-fishing on omo.org, a softcore fetish forum. Get your hook out of the water and go home. Absolutely not. No. NO. I will have none of this here. Out with you.
  4. 20 points
    Here's another story which I promised maybe month or two ago. Like I said in my last post: Sorry if the story is boring. Writing isn't really my thing. Short description of me for those who like to fantasize: I'm 164cm, pale, skinny with B cup sized breasts and long brown hair reaching just above my breasts. Month ago my class went on a 5 day long trip. We were accommodated in a camp in huts. The huts didn't have a bathroom, those were in a restaurant that was in the camp. So when I was in the hut and only needed to pee, I went behind the hut, since I'm lazy. Each day we were divided into groups of four and each group was given a task. All of the tasks revolved around examining a certain area, finding out what lives and grows there or the composition of the soil. This story happened on a Thursday. I was wearing long black leggings, pink cotton panties and a red tank top. We were woken up at 8am, went to the restaurant for breakfast, morning hygiene and bathroom. Then we were divided into groups and given the tasks. Our group was supposed to examine the bio diversity of a nearby forest and a nearby meadow and search for animal habitats in the forest. So we headed out. We packed a lot of water since it was a hot day. We went to the forest first since it was closer, about 20 minutes on foot. I drank a lot during the walk, because the sun was blazing the entire time and there was nowhere to hide. When we arrived at the forest, we started doing the task. The task took us at least two hours. My need to pee slowly rose during those two hours. Then we went to the meadow which was only 5 minutes away. During the short walk I was fidgeting a bit. We arrived at the meadow. We did the task and I drank some more. The task there took us about 30 minutes. I was holding myself every now and then. After we finished the task, we realized that we forgot to search for the animal habitats in the forest. I cursed under my breath since I was getting quite desperate. So we went back to the forest. I was fidgeting and holding myself quite a bit during the short walk. One of my classmates asked if I'm ok. I'm shy so I just answered yes, but it was obvious that I was not. As soon as we arrived we started searching. We split up to cover more ground. After walking just a few meters I leaked. I realized that I have to pee somewhere soon or I will pee myself. So I decided that I will go there, but if I had dropped my pants, my classmates would have seen me. I was getting really close to leaking again. I looked down at my crotch, trying to hold it when the thought appeared in my head. "I have black pants. If I squat down and pee through them, nobody will be able to tell." So I did exactly that. I squatted down pretending to be looking for something on the ground and started peeing through my pants. I released a short sight as I was peeing. The warm pee was spreading and soaking the back of my panties and pants. I peed for maybe 30 seconds. After I finished peeing, I waited a bit for the last drops of pee to drip down. Then I stood up and checked the damage. My butt was completely soaked and there was a big puddle on the ground. Although it was quickly soaking into the dirt. After that I continued with the task and tried not to show my butt to anyone until it dried a bit. After we finished the task, we went back to the camp. I spent the rest of the day in those pants and nobody, as far as I know, noticed what I've done.
  5. 19 points
    So i met a guy on here and things were going well i thought at least they really werent he was leading me on and we were camming everyday. And i would hold for him. And i had never wet these shorts before as its hard to get away with due to my grandma doing the laundry. Well i held until i was pretty desperate and then wet the shorts in the shower while he watched over skype. Its a sad memory now but i thought i would share the pics with yall they turned out lovely.
  6. 18 points
    Ok, it all started with me starting a hold. I was just casually going about it and was about at a 5 when my dad wanted to go to the hardware store and wanted me to come. I thought this would add a new level to the hold and i was only at a 5 so getting to the store, it was only 10-15 minutes would be easy.We got in the car and i was still chugging water for holding. We chatted in the car and nothing really happened until we got into the store. Like always i went and did my own thing and my dad said hed text me. Today there were lots of people there and i started to worry. I was wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt, like i do a lot and just going through the store, occasionally looking at my phone to see if my dad texted me. But then a brick wall came my way so to speak. I went from being at a 5 to an 8 in like 5 seconds and felt a leak dampen my panties a fair bit. I didnt want to look down and check the damage because that would mean others would too and if it was bad, people would know i just peed. It did get better though, i jumped from an 8 to a 9 on the way to walking to the bathroom. I ditched that plan since the bathroom was pretty far away and on the way there there were lots of people. I ran into a pretty close to empty area and found a place that was completely deserted. I felt another leak coming and i immediatly slammed my hand into my crotch, stopping it. There was a fair sized wet spot in my crotch. Probably softball sized and i was trying to figure out what to do while being about to leak again. I kept dribbling little bits and was starting to panic cause i could see the wet spot slowly growing. I then got an idea, it was hot outside, like really hot, so that would help dry my jeans, it still wasnt going to solve the ever growing pressure on my bladder, but one problem at a time. I briskly walked to the garden section since it was outside and I saw my target. They had a group of trees in pots for sale off in the corner. They had been there for a long time and i knew if i got between a couple of the trees no one could see unless someone moved one of the trees. I clambered into the inside and felt another leak gush into my jeans. There was a complete circle of dense trees. Those trees that are basically bushes but they get really tall xD.I stopped and had to slam my legs together and hold my urethra to stop it, just a little longer i kept telling myself. As soon as i got between the trees i took off my pants and panties and squated down right there and relaxed my muscles. It felt incredible. Pee just gushing out onto the concrete and the sweet relief of it all xD. There was a flood coming out of me and onto the concrete. It felt so good to release the pressure and flood the concrete around me. my stream slowed to a trickle and then came to a stop. I just sat there for a second, admiring the lake i had made before coming back to my senses. i put my pants on again and inspected the damage. it was pretty bad, streams on the inside of the legs and some on the front and back of the thighs but these jeans were super thin and dried insanely fast let alone in boiling temperatures. so i just chilled out for like 30 minutes back in the trees, hoping that no one would come near. It was better but you could still tell i peed. Then my dad texted and I panicked. If i went in now everyone would be able to tell i peed, but if i stayed out for a little bit longer than no one would know. Hopefully. I was trying to think of any excuse to try and by me some time to hide the fact that i peed myself. I texted him and told him id meet him at the car. I then jumped out from between the trees and briskly walked to the car crossing my fingers and hoping no one knew. I saw a toddler in a stroller point at my pants and their mom looked over and, thank god, didnt see anything, or at least hopefully. My plan wasnt working. I thought the combination with the walk to the car and the wind would dry my jeans but they were still pretty wet. I could feel the wetness in my panties still rubbing my slit. I had to go to plan k. I had exhausted plans a-j. When my dad got to the car he has some boxes and stuff and i offered to help him with the boxes. A little quick thinking of mine saved me from a very awkward conversation. Instead of putting them in trunk, i put them on my lap to hide the wetness. No one ever found out :) I hope you enjoyed that story! any feedback would be greatly appreciated!
  7. 18 points
    I was sitting on the corner of my bed on my laptop with my bed sheet over me because I was cold, my mum came in and started talking to me about how she was about to go out in 5 mins and some other random stuff. So I got the idea to try something really daring. I already needed to pee because I had drunk a load of water earlier and was planning to pee my jeans, so I just started wetting the bed on purpose right in front of my mum with the sheet pulled over me. I knew it wouldn't smell much because I had drank loads of water so my pee was dilute and my sheet was over me. I could slightly hear the noise of my pee my TV was on so my mum couldn't. After 5 mins of sitting in my warm pee, my mum left and went out. So I cleaned up my mess. It was great fun. I took a picture of the puddle and attached it.
  8. 17 points
    I was sitting at my desk and it was hot outside, i dont know the exact temperature but it was hot. So naturally i was drinking lots of water. I didnt initially plan on doing a hold but the idea got formulated into my head while i was sitting there. I was wearing a pair of black athletic shorts and a blue tank top. I had a pair of blue panties on and idk if you care but a black sports bra. Anyways i was sitting at my desk and starting to get more and more desperate, setting goals to myself, like no leaking until the end of this episode. I was actually holding pretty well compared to how well i normally do but then i felt i little bit of pee find its way out and i felt my panties grow a tad warm. I slammed my hand into my crotch though and was able to stop the flow before any damage had been done. There was 20 minutes left of the episode so i set another challenge not to leak until the end. 10 minutes later my bladder spasmed and i felt a spurt gush out of me and into my panties. I checked the damage and there was a glitening patch on my shorts. I checked my panties and they were absolutely soaked. As those 10 minutes went on i just kept dribbling little bits out but nothing major happened. I felt like i was about to burst though. the flood that was inside me was soon to be released. My bladder spasmed again, i started peeing a full stream, even with my hands helping hold it still took me 3 seconds to stop the flow. At this point you could tell that my shorts were wet. They were black but they were currently glistening. I was barely holding on, I was doing everything i could to stop the flow but it was too much. I just exploded. Pee just started gushing out of me. I lept out of my chair and thought about going to the bathroom, but theres no way id make it. I ran over to a dirty towel i had on the ground and just peed and peed and peed now knowing that it wsant getting on the floor. It felt incredible! Even after id finished i just layed there for a bit before starting the cleanup process. I hope you enjoyed that story! any feedback is greatly appreciated!
  9. 16 points
    My very first hold, today. Shared with @Tangosierra97, it was incredible. - I was more the watching person, then I considered I could give myself a try... it worked because I enjoyed it a lot! Thought I might share my bulge since this is my fav post. I held it all for 11hours more or less (during the day). Apparently, I have a really strong bladder XD. I had around 1700ml inside me by the end of the hold. Before: After:
  10. 15 points
    Its amazing hehe I think, this video is from brazil What do you think about that?
  11. 15 points
    This happened a while back, but I only just got around to writing it up. At the time, it was incredibly humiliating, but thinking back on it, it now seems kind of hot. A little bit of background: I tend to wet the bed when I'm very stressed or upset. I was going through a rough time with family things and application stress when this happened, so I was wearing protection at night. To celebrate the end of the school year, some of my friends in the university sports club I belonged to decided to plan a party. They pooled resources with several other organizations, and the result was like something out of the movies. They rented a field on the outskirts of town, brought in a local band, lights, and a ridiculous amount of beer, set up a bonfire, and hired shuttle buses to get everyone there and back safe. With everything going on in my life, I badly needed a distraction, so I decided to attend. In keeping with the outdoorsy theme of the party, I was wearing a soft, slightly oversized, red flannel shirt and some nice, tight-fitting jeans. My underwear was my usual: grey cotton bikini panties. Boring, maybe, but undeniably comfortable. Since it was allergy season for me, I'd been coughing and sneezing a lot, which combined with a bladder anywhere near full means small leaks for me. So, I took the precaution of wearing a Tena pad in my underwear. As I got off the bus to the party, I already had to pee a bit, but there was a problem: no toilets were in sight. The only place I could go were the woods around the field, and those were pitch black and filled with undergrowth. I would definitely have to be desperate to go in there. As the party went on, things fell into a pattern. I danced, chatted with friends, was convinced by them to try a beer, downed a cup of water with the beer to stave off any potential hangover, danced some more, had some more beer and water... Some time after my second beer and cup of water, I was feeling pleasantly warm and relaxed and had completely forgotten about the state of my bladder, a bladder which was rapidly filling. One of the people I was with said something I found incredibly funny, and I broke down laughing. As I laughed, I realized I was helplessly dribbling into my pad, and I really, intensely needed to pee. I stopped laughing and clenched my muscles to stop the leak, discreetly feeling around my thighs for any dampness. The woods looked even less welcoming than before. Where the sky used to be glowing faintly with the remains of sunset, now it truly was dark, and the woods beyond the field seemed to swallow any light and noise from the party. I decided that for now, I would just do my best to hold it until I got back to town. It was already quite late, after all, and the buses would be taking us back in a couple hours. I went to sit down on one of the logs around the bonfire, my back to the woods, and discreetly crossed my legs. If before I had only realized my need after I had started leaking, now I was constantly reminded of it. I felt a constant, solid, aching pressure at my sphincter, begging to be let out. Every time I saw someone around the fire take a drink, I was reminded of my plight by a twinge running through my bladder. When someone went over to the keg or cooler to fill a cup, the sound of running liquid nearly overwhelmed my control. I was now pressing my thighs together as tightly as I could, holding myself with one hand and draping the other arm across to conceal it. From time to time, my bladder would spasm, and I would lose a few drops. Thankfully, the pad I was wearing was more than capable of taking those. Ultimately, my downfall was that one of my friends loves to play pranks. He saw that I was sitting with my back to the woods, and spent several minutes slowly and carefully edging his way behind me. Then, with one sudden motion, he lunged forward with a yell and jabbed his fingers into my ribs. I shrieked, jumped up, and completely lost any focus I had on controlling my bladder. As soon as I realized what was happening, I tried to hold it back, but the damage was already done. My pad was simply overwhelmed as I flooded it, and I felt streams work their way down my thighs. Clenching as hard as I possibly could, I managed to stop the flow for the moment. I ran into the woods, ripped my jeans and underwear down, and peed. The incredible relief I was feeling was mixed with feeling absolutely mortified for just wetting myself in front of my friends. After I finished peeing for what felt like an eternity, I checked the damage. My pad was completely soaked, as were my panties. My jeans had a substantial wet spot on the crotch and streaks down the legs. I tried to hold back tears, and mostly failed. Eventually, I felt strong enough to go back to the party. Things were winding down by now, and no one seemed to have noticed my absence. I walked over to the deserted drinks table, my wet jeans and underwear clinging uncomfortably with every step, and helped myself to another cup of beer to try and forget what just happened. I kept to the edges of the gathering for the rest of the night, just wanting to get home. After a miserable bus ride back in my wet clothes, I finally made it home at about 2am. I stripped off my wet clothes, jumped in the shower, slipped on a CVS Overnight pullup (I was cheap) and my sleep shirt, brushed my teeth, and collapsed into bed. Importantly, I forgot to use the bathroom before bed. The next thing I remember is lying on my back, faint light streaming in through my window and a feeling of warm wetness surrounding me, pooling between my legs and around my butt. As I floated in a state of dreamy half-awakeness, I felt the warmth flowing out of me, creeping up my back and down to my thighs. Then, with a shock, I regained full awareness as I realized what I had been doing. My pullup was completely saturated, and had been leaking out the leg gathers as I wet in my semi-conscious state. My sheets had a wet spot stretching up to my lower back and down to the middle of my thighs, and the hem of my sleep shirt was equally wet. As I stood up to run to the bathroom and change, pee continued to drip down my legs from my overfull pullup. I did my best, but I left a few small drips on the way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, and peeing into a toilet for a change, I cleaned up. I was fortunate that my roommates were still sound asleep and I had a mattress protector. Balling up the sheets to be laundered at a decent hour, I put some fresh sheets on the bed, changed into a dry shirt and pullup, and went back to sleep.
  12. 14 points
    It's me again :3 I'm dome with my horrible week so I thought I could enjoy a little hold! It was rather a training, because I'm experimenting a lot. I had 1800ml inside my bladder and kept it full for 7 hours. This is my (new) bulge of the day Before After
  13. 14 points
    First thing I've drawn in ages! Kinda quick and dirty, but what you gonna do.
  14. 14 points
    Hello everyone! I met Zu less than a year ago; she is a super nice 23 year old girl. We began speaking normally and over time we both developed confidence, so I told her my secret about wetting. She first told me that it was a little weird but she wanted to try it. It was super hard for her to let it out since she has never done it before but we began practicing and she is getting better at it. She also loves when I touch her while she wets herself! Here's a video we made; I removed all the parts where she wasn't able to pee in order to make it smaller. Zu.mp4
  15. 13 points
    This is an old custom I had made for me by a girl named Kate on MGF. It's probably one of my favorite videos I've ever had made for me since I easily consider her one of the most attractive girls I've worked with (cute, pale, and wears glasses? Yes please). I'm pretty sure she sells this video now so I figured I'd share. I removed the opening "Hi Mike" line that I imagine would bother some of you. :) Audio is quite low so if you want to hear her talk you may want to raise your volume! I ripped it into a .webm so you'll want VLC or Chrome to play it. Enjoy. :) kate.webm
  16. 13 points
    that title was a mouthful xD This is my first story on here so any constructive criticism will be a great help. I hope you enjoy! I myself am a guybut a lot of my friends are female, idk. Sorry, wow i really suck at this. Okay me and one of my friends, lets call her sarah because i dont want to use her actual name in terms of privacy, were having a sleepover and we were doing the usual friend things. We went and got ice cream, we chatted at the park, and then walked over to my place. We just chatted and played a few games and put on a hilarious movie, i cant remember whats its called. This would have been all normal except she hadnt peed for the entire time. Shed been over for hours. Im pretty sure she has a pee fetish because of a lot of the things she has done in the past but idk. I had gone twice i think and she hadnt gone at all. I forgot to say what she was wearing xD. She was wearing light blue jeans and a white tank top. Shes about "5'6 and has a very thin build. she has brown hair and blue eyes. It was getting kind of late, 2 a.m, so we thought we should head to bed. On the way she crossed her legs and bobbed a bit. Asked if she was okay but she said she was cool, i of course knew exactly what was going on. The original plan was to pull out the trundle to use but we were tired and we both got into the upper bed without changing clothes, brushing our teeth, or doing any of the bedtime prep. We continued chatting and laughing and talking and at that point i was questioning if she actually needed to pee and how the hell she hadnt peed in so long when i realized she was holding herself under the covers. You could see a little bit of an outline where her hand was on the covers. Then she told me, I really have to pee. I told her i dont know shes not peed after so many hours and said she could go if she wanted. She said she was good with a huge grin on her face. She also asked if i would kill her if the bed got wet. Of course i wouldnt care so we remained chatting until i hear her moan a bit. She had spurted a bit, and then again. My beds pretty small so were were laying right next toeachother with our sides touching, and all the sudden my hand got a bit wet. She quickly got up before and more damage was done. When she got up i could clearly see a wet spot but surprisingly nothing on the bed I gotup too and saw the wet spot grow every step that she took, she was slowly peeing herself and didnt really seem that panicked, she really was enjoying this. By the time we got out of my room the wet spot was the size of a dinner plate and there was a glistening patch in her crotch. So you think she makes it to the bathroom with a huge wet spot? nope. After that she faced towards me and said i cant hold it anymore and i saw a jet erupt from imbetween her legs. Two lines went out sideways from her crotch and between her legs and then turned into rivers flowing down her legs. It was an amazing thing to watch. I just sat there with my mouth wide open pretty much. She said she was sorry about the carpet and i told her, really your good. We cleaned up the floor while she was still in her wet jeans and then she just tried to get out of her clothes then and there but couldnt do it, so i got her into the shower and helped her get her pants and panties off and we washed them out really well and let them hang to dry, Then she borrwed some pajamas from me and we actually went to bed. And no it wasnt that way going to bed, we were just friends, we knew eachothers dirt but we both liked other individuals and were just close. I hope you enjoyed that story from me, the two of us are still friends now and have been friends for as long as i can remember. Shes like a sister to me. Anyways if you have any suggestions that could improve my writing that would be greatly appreciated! I hope you enjoyed!
  17. 12 points
    In the past fortnight I've been way more active in partaking in holding and similar activities. I think I've had about 5 hold-until-wet experiences and a few cute holding scenarios. Those have become a blur of lewdness and bliss so unfortunately I don't think I could write about any of it in much detail as they fade in and out of one another... But to get to the absolutely fantastic experience I had the other day I think I'll have to set the 'scene' as it were. It's my first full shift back at work after having a fortnight off, I'm in a store that sells phones and I'm working with a really laid back guy. I'm pretty much in charge so I have to take care of important things... but today was exceptionally quiet. My uniform is a polo t-shirt which comes down just slightly longer than average, a pair of black leggings and some boxers underneath. (Don't judge, they're comfy as fuck! haha) I had been speaking via Slack to @Max Capacity but for future reference he may be called Sir during this story. :3 We had been talking a little at the start of the morning, and he very kindly reminded me that I need to be drinking waaay more, especially in the warm weather. So I grabbed two 750ml bottles of water before work and headed in. I sipped through the first as and when I needed, finishing off the bottle with a little reminder from Sir around lunch time. Had a busy spell at work with a few people, and in that time I'd drunk most of the second bottle. By this time I was unable to sit still, I had started subconsciously bouncing my feet for relief and it wasn't until I got another message from Max, saying that if I held the rest of my shift, managed to get home AND have a shower without going I could have a sixty second window to go. Despite the fact I knew that if I got as far as the shower I wouldn't be able to go any further, it seemed like a fair deal and I consumed the rest of the second bottle and took a quick break to grab another cold bottle from a store nearby. It wasn't until I was walking back to my store that I could feel the -pressure- in my bladder. If it were a normal day I would have definitely gone a while back, but it was turning out to be a pretty fun and eventful day from the conversations I was having on Slack. It came to latter end of my work day and I had a few things to do. Namely, heave a tote of phone accessories out the back and get them put up around the store. As I organised the items I could feel myself starting to sweat I needed to go so, sooo bad. I had to pause and catch my breath for a few moments. I then attempted to put some stuff out on higher shelves. Normally this wouldn't be an issue, just short girl problems! However as I stood on my tiptoes I could feel the contents of my bladder sloshing x///x !! This threw so much doubt into my mind, would I genuinely have an accident in public for something that was intended to be behind closed doors?? Without condensing the story down too much, Max had given me permission to go at work before the store closed, on the proviso he could take me and tell me when I could actually go. (on Skype!) However the back of my store is awfully quiet and you can hear -everything- from the bathroom, so I had to turn down my one chance of being able to go for fear of being noisy, and outing any form of lewdness at work scared me off my one chance. I got the last of my work done, the clock hit 7pm and I headed to my bus stop with a bit of difficulty. I had a twenty minute wait for my bus, and then a five minute walk to get home. When I got to the stop I also started getting messages from my dear @Zest, asking what time I was going to get home from, with teasing that I was absolutely banned from toilets until I assisted him in certain... Things. >_> As I was responding to Zest, I had a Skype call from Sir, the promise of distracting me from feeling awkward squirming infront of a guy taking up the bench at the bus stop was very tempting. So I answered the call. Waiting for the bus was terribly difficult. I'd gone from mostly sitting at work to standing up straight, I ended up hiding behind an advertisement board at the bus stop as I squirmed and did the most embarrassing pee-dance. I had Max Whispering down my earpiece about how easy it would be to just let go, how I could shower the concrete below with a hot stream of piss... My bus was late, and it was almost like I was in some horrible, but unbelievably hot desperation flick. My thighs and ass cheeks were aching from clenching to hold back the sheer torrent I had held in alllll day, and the comments making me laugh and feel embarrassed only served to fuel my desperation even moreso. So, the bus turns up and I hurry on and try sit in a not so busy place. All the while I have Sir whispering many lewd things in my ear and I had to retrain myself from breathing hard or sounding any way lewd in my nervous responses. It was quite hot and I could feel myself getting more and more flustered as the thought of pissing the seat was almost going to be a genuine option, the bus bumping and causing discomfort to my bladder almost like an excuse. As soon as I jumped off the bus I walked at a very brisk pace, with a little voice in my ear chiding and teasing, telling me how I wasn't going to make it. When I was out of earshot of anyone in public I reeled my responses to Sir on the other end of my headphones for all the time I couldn't speak on the bus. "I don't think Ashi's going to make it home, you should stop right there..." "I-I will... oh fuck I'm going to piss myself... nnngh" A wave of relief hit me as I saw my house and I had to grasp at my leggings to contain myself as I hurried along. At this point I had ignored Sirs requests for me to stand still and it wasn't until I heard his stern voice tell me to stop (leaving me stood in my drive) that I finally came to a stop. Sir then cooly told me to slowly count to ten (which I most definitely counted as fast as I could)... I caught a glimpse of Zest looking out our window and down at me with a smirk, filling me with embarrassment. As soon as Sir's voice echoed the word ten I -ran- for my front door. Door, shut. Shoes, off. I clambered up my stairs, to the third floor completely absorbed into the task I had at hand. I ignored the fact I had disturbed house mates on the lower floors and ran into my bedroom. Zest had taken the ensuite hostage and I collapsed at the door in absolute exhaustion. With Sir on the other end of the phone already scheming things, I shrugged my bag off and begged both Zest and Max to be allowed to go, kneeling at the door. After a short delay of thought I was granted access on the condition of obeying orders. The first thing I was ordered to do to stand on the tile floor - still in work uniform - and hold it whilst relaxing as much as I could. LET ME TELL YOU, as desperate as I was, having -two- people witnessing such an ordeal gave my bladder some sort of new found glory on being able to hold back! The embarrassment and 'stage fright' made me manage to hold for a little while longer. >_> After much whining and panting, I managed to settle down from the excitement/embarrassment and got to relaxing. I had Sir on skype instructing me to breathe in and out with him as I had Zest gently padding at my bladder. After a few moments of lasting, the next instructions I had was to turn the shower on. There are few things that set me off when I really have to pee, and one thing is the sound of running water... I was granted permission to leak and surely enough the floodgates opened. The sensation of the hot piss flowing down my legs was quite a blissful feeling, the patch wrapped around my thighs and then trailed down my inner legs, meeting back at the pale yellow puddle that had formed between my legs. I could do nothing but pant in delight until an abrupt "Stop now." in Sir's stern voice echoed out of my phone. It was a looot more than just a leak! After embarrassing examinations from Zest, I was then ordered by Max to sit on the toilet, but I wasn't allowed to go until he said. (You can see the pattern here! :V) At first, sitting down felt more comfortable standing, then another wave hit me and sent pee-shivers down my spine. I was rocking back and forth, legs fidgeting as I held back, having already had a taste of release I was struggling to even think straight. I felt this intense sensation as I rocked forwards and suddenly I had no control of myself anymore. I could do nothing but whimper as I heard Max sternly telling me to -stop-, and Zest looking at me with a quirked brow at the fact I was struggling. I clenched everything I could and managed to slow the stream down to a few spurts, and dribble slower and slower, coming to a halt. Zest also telling me to stop may have aidied a little... It didn't last for long though, I think I may have managed to hold it back ten or so seconds before I truly couldn't hold any longer. I ground my thighs together trying hard to hold back. Short of breath I could only muster up the word 'Sorry' as I could suddenly feel hot piss spreading through my leggings I still had on and stream down into the toilet. I could feel myself turn bright red as I panted and listened to my pee trickling into the bowl below. With Max and Zest telling me to stop, I could do nothing but breathe out apologies as I felt the waves of relief wash over me, my aching bladder screaming at me for having made it hold back for so long, it had completely refused me any form of control over myself. "Little Girl couldn't hold back?" As the embarrassment washed over me, we brought the skype call to an end and I began cleaning up the mess I'd made of my work uniform and my en-suite. Apologies for the wall of text, I just figured I'd be as descriptive as I could because it was a fantastic experience = w= I didn't consider taking photos but I'll definitely consider it in future pissventures~ Will more than likely be posting more experiences up as I have them, so I'm classing this as my "Part One"!
  18. 11 points
    First time I have wet in a long time. Found this site recently and remembered how much I miss this stuff! So while wearing my lace topped panties and Jeans I decided to wet myself. At first just a little bit and I thought I could stop but it felt so so good to have the warm pee filling my panties and soaking my jeans. I almost moaned out loud and I couldn't stop. So I let out a bit more pee and it soaked into my panties more and even ran down my leg a bit. I pressed my legs together but that just felt even better so I let even more come and flooded my panties with warm wet pee. I have a feeling this will be the first of many more wettings
  19. 11 points
    Part Nine- Emma nearly knocked down the door to the classroom scene, eager to find the clue. As she regained her balance, she noticed that even with Kay's aid the night before, she did already feel a slight need to pee. She wasn't desperate by any means, but all the water and liquor from last night had not fully reached her bladder by the time Kay came to help. Ignoring the dull sensation, she had a look around. The first thing she noticed was that each of the desks now had a large book placed directly in the center. Emma approached one of these books and picked it up. She quickly noted that it was far lighter than a book of this size should be. On the outside, it appeared to be a volume of an encyclopedia, marked with the letter 'L'. Emma shrugged and pulled the book open, furrowing her brow as she realized that the book was not a book at all, but rather a tablet embedded in a plastic frame disguised as a book. Smiling in amusement and curiosity, Emma pressed the button below the screen and swiped to unlock. As soon as she did so, a video began playing. Intricate letters formed on the screen, spelling out the words: “DESPERATION DUNGEON: HIGHLIGHT SERIES - VOLUME TWELVE – STARRING ELLIE.” The screen faded to black and opened up on the compound's pool. The camera was positioned directly over the pool, moving on its own and following a slender woman with jet-black hair and a red masquerade mask. She was wearing a hot pink bikini and she was doing a messy backstroke across the water. The way the camera followed her, Emma could only guess that it was a drone. It kept up with her and fell lower, hovering very close to the water. As the woman struggled to swim, Emma could see her round bladder protruding over the waist of her bikini bottom. Ellie moaned and gasped with every movement, her mouth held open as she continued to swim. “Please, Professor,” she suddenly cried, extreme desperation obvious in her voice. “I can't hold it...I just can't...let me out so I can at least pee on the floor so it can be measured...please...” “You have another ten laps, subject,” Kay's voice spoke sternly. “If you lose control in the pool, it will be your own fault that you are not rewarded.” “I drank almost four liters,” Ellie whined. “I've never been this full before...I just can't make it! You have to let me out, PLEASE, PROFESSOR!” “Begging isn't going to make you swim faster,” Kay stated mercilessly. Emma watched, hypnotized, as Ellie kept swimming. With each lap she knotted up more and more, and by the tenth and final lap she had her legs double-crossed and her right hand shoved between them. She was dragging herself through the water with her left hand alone, gasping for breath as she approached the stairs. With what appeared to be her last bit of strength, she grasped the metal rail and hauled herself out of the pool, collapsing on her front with a loud scream. Less than a second later, a tsunami of pee exploded through the crotch of her bikini bottom, spraying almost a meter across the tile floor even through the thick lycra. Ellie moaned in relief and pleasure, pressing her face into her hands and breathing heavily. Emma was astonished at the quantity that flowed out of the small woman, a constant torrent that spread close to a dozen feet around her. Almost two minutes later, the stream slowed and stopped as Ellie kept moaning into her hands. She lay there for another few moments before the huge puddle sank into the floor. Kay spoke after another minute. “One thousand, eight hundred and thirty four milliliters,” Kay gasped. “Congratulations, Ellie, that is a new record by about seventy milliliters!” Ellie released an excited moan, limply holding out her hand in a thumbs up. Emma exhaled slowly and closed the 'book.' As amazing as that was, I don't have time to watch all of these. There has to be something I'm missing. She set down the book and gazed around the room. Soon enough, she spotted it. A short bookshelf, home to a full encyclopedia – Missing one volume. Emma jogged over to it and squatted down. The letter M was missing. Megan...Emma...of course. Emma stood and walked around the desks, looking for the one marked M, when she spotted the letter K. Kay is K, obviously. But there's no way... Still, curiosity got the better of her. Emma reached out and took the book marked K, opening it quickly. Exactly like the first, it had a tablet hidden inside. Hands shaking, Emma turned the screen on and swiped to unlock it. “NICE TRY, SUBJECT. YOU HAVE TO WORK A LOT HARDER THAN THIS IF YOU WANT TO SEE ME AT MY LIMIT.” The screen went black. Emma sighed and dropped the book back on the desk. Of course. She then made a beeline for the book two desks over, seeing the large M. She pulled it open and turned it on. “UNTITLED EMMA VIDEO #1,” it said. It was her, the first day here, doing yoga while she struggled to hold it. It was too weird, watching herself desperate like this. She closed the book and ran back to the encyclopedia case, stuffing the book into the slot. Just like in any old spy movie, the bookcase slid into the ground, revealing a compartment cut into the wall behind it. Inside was the promised bottle of water and a single large, black hiking boot. Emma blinked at it, her mouth slanted. It was about the last thing she would have expected. Shrugging, she grabbed the boot and untied the laces, then slid her foot into it. It fit her perfectly. Still, it was only one boot, so she slid it off and set it back in the compartment for now and took the bottle of water. She opened it and drank quickly, tossing the empty bottle. She looked back inside the compartment, and saw that there was nothing else in there, despite Kay explaining that there would be a clue with each item found. Kay's minions wouldn't just forget something like that, she's too meticulous. The video itself must have been the clue. The gym... Emma grasped the boot again and turned towards the door, then stopped. She looked over the books that still lay on all the tables. There are probably videos of every woman who's ever been here. I want to see them, but I don't have time now... Emma frowned but left the video-books behind. I'm sure Kay would let me watch any video I want if I asked. I need to move on. Emma jogged out of the room, passing the gym to place the boot on the coffee table in the living room. She quickly returned to the gym and opened the door, expecting to see something unusual. However, it remained exactly as it was the last time she was there. She walked around the gym, looking under equipment for anything that seemed out of place, but there was nothing special at all. The video was me doing yoga... Emma went for the yoga mat that she had used on her first day. Bending down, she grasped the edges and pulled hard, sliding the heavy mat across the floor. Dropping it with a grunt, Emma stood up and looked at the floor. Of course it's a trap door. There was a square, metal hatch cut into the floor where the mat was, a handle embedded in it. With no time to lose, Emma walked over the mat and grasped the handle. The hatch was very heavy, and even though she only just had one bottle, her bladder throbbed slightly as she struggled to lift it. I wonder how much is still in there from last night. Feels like maybe half a liter? I'm fine. Emma exhaled as she managed to lift the hatch straight. Held onto the metal with a large magnet was a pair of camouflage pants, a black belt hanging from the loops. Emma blinked at the garment. What's Kay getting at with this stuff? Emma reached out and grabbed a leg. She could feel the quality of it, thick cotton, expertly stitched, with numerous pockets all over the hips and legs. Emma shrugged and pulled the magnet off, letting the pants fall from the hatch. She immediately noticed that there was something heavy in one of the pockets. She felt around until she found it – The bottle of water. Once again she opened and chugged it quickly, and then she looked back to the hatch. Hidden behind the pants was a message, written on the hatch itself. It read “LOVE AND WAR.” Emma shrugged but kept the message in her head as she stepped back and looked over the pants. Not wanting to waste more time bringing them to the living room, she unbuttoned the pants and pulled them on, over the pajama shorts. Just like the boot, they were her exact size and fit her perfectly. She zipped, buttoned, and buckled the belt. Eager to continue the hunt, she descended the stairs. She squinted and covered her eyes as she reached the bottom and stepped into a very well-lit hallway. After she let her eyes adjust for a minute, she wandered further in and her mouth fell open as she took in her surroundings. The hallway looked like a small museum wing, the walls lined with pedestals, each one home to a small statue. She approached one. It depicted a muscular man in a long, flowing robe, his left hand held out in an open grasp and his right raised above his head, a lightning bolt held in his fist. “Zeus, King of the Gods,” Emma whispered. The statue was small but beautifully detailed. Moving onto the next, it was of a man with his legs hidden under stone water, a trident grasped in both hands and held above his head. “And this has to be Poseidon.” As much as Emma appreciated the art of it, she still knew that she had to hurry. She jogged to the end of the room where there sat two empty pedestals, a round slot embedded in each of them. Above the pedestals was a large painting of a mountain, a massive temple sitting atop it. Love and War, Emma thought as she turned back around and walked past each of the statues. Finally her eyes settled on a man clad in heavy armor, a shortsword grasped in his left hand and a long spear held over his shoulder with his right. “Hello, Ares,” she mumbled. She grabbed the statue and lifted. It was small but heavy, and as she lugged it towards the pedestal, her bladder complained legitimately for the first time. She ignored it again and finished carrying the statue, placing it on the pedestal on the right and jamming it into the circular groove. She heard a click and a chime. Guess that means I got it. She turned and wandered the hallway again until she found a statue of a slender and beautiful woman. She was standing with her legs apart and leaning slightly forwards, one hand placed sensually on her inner thigh and her breasts thrust out proudly. Emma lifted the statue of Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, and began carrying her to the remaining pedestal. Due to her petite body, Aphrodite was luckily far lighter than the statue of Ares had been, and Emma quickly reached her destination and placed the statue in the groove. Again there was a click and a chime, and the large painting of Olympus began sliding up the wall. I feel like I've seen something just like this in a Resident Evil game... As the painting ascended, it revealed a compartment in the wall with her third item and clue...and bottle of water. This item was a camouflage hoodie that matched the pants. She grabbed it and pulled it on, then reached for the bottle. Her stomach felt full from the last two, so she drank more slowly as she examined her next clue: A folded note. She fumbled it open with her free hand and read the information inside out loud. “Four, Six, Two, Five, Three, Seven, One, Eight.” Additionally, the words were each written in different colors. One was in yellow, Two was in blue, Three was red, Four was purple, Five was orange, Six was green, Seven was maroon, and Eight was black. Emma frowned as she stuffed the note into one of her many pants pockets. So far the clues had been rather simple, but this one had her stumped. She sipped on her third bottle of water as she thought about it. Something about the clue was familiar, but she couldn't make the connection. She groaned and closed her eyes, absentmindedly squeezing her legs together for a moment. She could see it right there, something obvious that just wasn't clicking. She sighed and shook her head. Might as well head back upstairs. She turned and retraced her steps back into the gym. She closed the hatch and kicked the yoga mat back into place, then headed towards the living room, planning to rest on the couch while she thought. As she walked towards the living room, she passed the game room – And it hit her like a truck. Bloody hell, the pool balls! Emma made a sharp turn into the game room. Sure enough, the pool balls numbering one through eight were laid out on the table, positioned in a circle. She approached the table just as she finished the bottle of water, and she tossed it as she looked over the balls. So...what am I supposed to do with them? Just stick them in any hole in the proper order? Didn't see anything that said I need to actually hit them with the cue. Emma shrugged and reached into her pocket to check the note. Then she grabbed the 4-Ball and dropped it into a corner pocket. She was instantly and greatly startled by a loud buzzer, and the 4-Ball violently shot out of the pocket and landed back on the table with a thud. “WELL I GUESS THAT'S NOT FUCKIN' IT THEN, INNIT?” Emma shouted. As she recovered from the scare, she noticed that her right hand had pressed itself hard between her legs. She breathed slowly, trying to measure the pressure in her bladder. It was certainly noticeable by now. I'm fine, I just gotta figure this rubbish out. Emma took a moment to look around the room for any other clue. There was nothing else unusual, so Emma took a closer look at the pool table, examining the holes in detail. Sure enough, she spotted small colored stickers hidden under the rim of the holes, just circles matching the color of the pool balls. Ahhh, I've got you now... She picked the 4-Ball back up and walked around the table until she spotted the purple sticker on one of the side pockets, and she dropped the ball into that hole. A moment later, she heard a chime. Yes! It only took Emma a minute to sort the rest of the balls, and as soon as the 8-Ball went in, she heard a sound behind her and turned to see the plasma screen slide along the wall to reveal another compartment. There was another folded note, and the item this time it was a thick olive-green vest, made from some coarse and very tough material that Emma didn't recognize. It was covered in pouches and pockets and had a large number of loops running down the length of each side, and three belts to fasten it under her neck, over her breasts, and across her stomach. At this point, Emma was very confused. Am I joining the military? What the fuck is all of this for? With Kay unable or unwilling to respond to her during this challenge, she had no way to find out. Emma picked up the vest. Much like the pants, it was weighed down by a bottle of water in a pocket. She found it quickly, but pursed her lips and set it down in the compartment. My stomach feels really full. If I drink another one so fast I'm gonna get sick. Even if I'm in a rush, I need to take a break. Emma didn't feel like putting on the heavy vest, so she grabbed it and left the game room. She got to the living room and placed it on the table next to the boot. It's a bit warm in here for these clothes too. Besides, I look so cute in Kay's PJ's... She pulled off the hoodie and folded it next to the vest, then clumsily removed the pants and did the same. Once she was finished unloading the gear, she fell onto the couch and grabbed the remote. Emma spent about half an hour watching some unfamiliar cartoon about Crystal Gems and a kid named Steven or something, and by the time the credits rolled on the second episode, her legs were crossed and shaking. I hate that I wasted so much time, but I really couldn't drink any more. I feel a lot better though. Time to move on. Emma stood and gasped as her bladder throbbed sharply for a moment. She exhaled slowly and held her arms out at her sides, once again trying to gauge how much pee might already be in there. It has to be less than a liter. It's filling so fast though. I have four items but I don't know how many there are going to be. I don't know if Kay expected me to be dumber than I am and find them slower than I have. No clue what to expect... Once again she ignored her now-sensitive bladder and headed back to the game room, where she drank her fourth bottle of water over the course of about a minute. That's two liters. More than enough to make an average person wet themselves eventually. Luckily, I'm not bloody average. After she tossed the bottle, she reached for the note. The first thing she noticed was that the paper felt weird, like some kind of material half way between paper and plastic. She blinked and unfolded it with a grimace. Inside was an exceptionally well-drawn portrait of a naked woman with red skin and the sort of small, cute Devil horns that every unimaginative teenage girl wore on Halloween. She was standing in flames, bent over with her legs double-crossed, tears in her eyes and a stream of light yellow pee trickling down her inner thighs. It's an excellent drawing, but what the hell sort of clue is this? Emma frowned and leaned in closer. There was absolutely nothing unique about it. Well, she's naked. There's only one place in here where you're normally allowed to be completely nude. Worth a shot. Even though she was fairly certain that there was no other clue on it, Emma folded the paper and stuck it between her breasts, as the pajama shorts had no pockets. She sighed and walked out of the game room and towards the stairs, pausing to press her legs together. I can't believe I need to go already. It's barely been an hour. I hope there's not too many more things to find, or I might be screwed. Forcing herself to move on, she gingerly ascended the stairs into her bedroom. She immediately noticed a strong scent of cinnamon. What the heck? That wasn't here this morning. As she approached the bathing room, she noticed a sort of flicker, and as she entered she saw a single red, lit candle resting on the edge of the sink. Well that explains the smell. She stepped up to the candle and leaned close to it, looking for any other clue. It was just a candle. She looked under the sink and saw nothing unusual. The first few were easy, but I guess things get harder as it goes on. I'm bloody clueless. Emma sat on the edge of the tub and withdrew the portrait from her breasts. She stared at it intently, trying to spot anything that could help. The paper feels really strange. There has to be something about the sheet itself rather than the drawing. Emma looked between the portrait and the candle. Wait a minute... Remembering something that she had seen on television long ago, she grasped the edges of the page and slowly lowered it over the flame, just high enough so as not to ignite it. It only took seconds before the image began to shift. The woman's skin lost its reddish color, the horns faded and the fire vanished, leaving a portrait of an ordinary brunette woman peeing on the floor...except for one new addition, the numbers “666” tattooed on her thigh. “Incredible,” Emma mumbled to herself. I never thought heat-sensitive ink was a real thing. Thanks, Zuko... And of course it's 666, but what am I supposed to do with that? Emma sighed again and glanced around the bathing room. Her eyes lit up as they fell on the electronic keypad in the shower. Duh! Emma jumped up and took a quick step, then yelped as her bladder pulsed powerfully. For the first time she felt that sting right inside her pee hole that came when her body tried to leak. She moaned and crossed her legs. Bloody hell, I'm filling up sssoooo fast. I'm still in complete control though, I just need to keep focused... Emma groaned as she unfolded her legs and made her way into the shower. She reached out for the keypad and quickly entered the simple code. As expected, the door she walked through when she first arrived here began opening, although with a frustrating slowness. Emma growled and pulled on it, but it would not budge. Ugh, this is gonna take like five minutes before I can even squeeze through there, is it damaged or something? Her question was answered almost instantly as one of the shower jets on the other side of the enclosed space suddenly began spraying full-force. Emma shrieked and twisted her legs up like a pretzel, forcing both hands between them. She scrambled for the shower's exit, but it too refused to open. She was trapped with the torrent of water until the door opened far enough for her to get through. Beads of sweat formed across her face and chest as she could feel the pee thundering right behind her fingers. Emma leaned against the wall behind her and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply and biting her lip. It's in my mind...I know, empirically, that I can hold twice this. It's just the sound. Ignore it, fight it, it isn't real! Channeling every ounce of zen that she had in her, she steeled her soul and let her breath out. She uncrossed her legs and removed her hands from her crotch, letting them rest at her sides. I owe it to Kay, I have to finish this. She relaxed her shoulders and ignored the noise completely. Eventually she felt the warm water pooling around her bare feet, but she ignored that too. After maybe two minutes, the spray of water fell silent and she opened her eyes. The door was fully ajar and she calmly walked through, feeling more proud of herself than was probably necessary. I hope Dee sees this. After she pulled herself together, she noticed that what had been a very dim and almost spooky hallway her first time here was now well-lit and inviting. She walked through, gingerly rubbing her belly. It was getting solid but it wasn't stretched to its limit, though it still felt very sensitive after the incident in the shower. She was so focused on the sensations in her bladder that she nearly fell flat on her face as she tripped over something hard and leathery. Emma gasped and held herself as she stared angrily at whatever had tripped her, then she groaned and stood straight as she saw the second black boot and her fifth bottle of water laying unceremoniously on the floor of the hallway. Emma leaned back on the left wall and breathed heavily for a while. That almost scared the wee right out of me. And if I actually fell I absolutely would have burst. She sighed and bent over with a moan, picking up the boot and bottle. As much as she didn't want to, she opened the water and began to drink. As the water slid down her throat, she could feel incredible pressure bombarding her pee hole. It felt so intense, a great need that rivaled her most desperate moments here – But once more, she told herself that it was only in her head. My bladder has room to expand still...it's just because of the liquor from last night, just because I keep drinking...I know I can overcome it. Emma inhaled deeply, tightening her kegels as hard as she could. Along with this, she visualized herself sort of sucking the pee that was just about to leak out back up into her bladder. She knew that wasn't how it worked, but it helped. Her muscles strained and her body shook, but when she relaxed it, she felt a lot better. Finishing the bottle in two more long sips, she dropped it and looked around the hall again. There was no obvious clue, so she reached into the boot. Still nothing. Emma moaned softly and proceeded through the hall, soon approaching the door to the medieval scene. As Emma reached out to open the door, she was interrupted by a loud buzz. She blinked and looked around, her eyes settling on a large, square box that was tucked into the corner next to the door. A note rested on top that simply read: 'Put it on.' Emma shrugged, dropped the boot, and picked up the box, fiddling with the latch until it fell open and revealed a folded blue garment of some sort. Emma held the box between her neck and her breasts as she grasped the silky fabric, and then she let the box fall. She was left holding a simple blue silk dress, something that a lady might have worn while traveling a few hundred years ago. With her bladder throbbing and her patience wearing thin, she quickly pulled the dress on over her clothes and laced up the front until it covered the black tank top. Deciding to leave the boot in the hallway to pick up later, she reached for the door again, and this time walked through unimpeded. “HA!” boomed a powerful female voice the moment Emma cleared the threshold of the room. Emma yelped loudly and jumped, once again catching herself on the very edge of a huge leak. She doubled over and clenched her fists tightly, glaring towards the source of the voice. In the corner of the room was a seemingly authentic medieval torture rack, leaning diagonally against the stone wall. Next to said rack was a number of desks with various items scatted on them, including a large bucket and a massive assortment of BDSM equipment. Far more interesting than this was the occupant of the rack: The tall brunette woman that Emma knew as Cece, who had escorted the fake Jae out of the compound after the game had been brought to an abrupt end. Cece was dressed in worn leather pants, a chainmail shirt, and a steel breastplate. With her hair tied in a long but messy braid and a black, feathery masquerade mask, she looked like she could have come straight from another century. Emma finally caught her breath after the scare, and she stood up straight and opened her mouth to complain, but Cece interrupted her. “I see the evil Queen has sent another one of her minions to question me...but I shall never give up the location of the treasure! And no matter how much water and wine you people force me to drink, I shall never degrade myself in front of you! Do your worst!” Emma stared at Cece, her mouth hanging slightly open. Alright, it's obvious what's going on here. I've finally been given a part to play. Cece holds the next clue, and I have to 'torture' it out of her. If she wanted to handle this quickly, Emma knew that she had to throw herself head-first into the role. She stood straighter and puffed out her chest, approaching Cece with her hands on her hips. “You will give me the information I need,” Emma commanded. “You say you won't degrade yourself in front of me...let us see just how desperately you need to relieve yourself.” Emma placed her right hand against Cece's stomach, just under the rim of the breastplate. She pushed in and she could feel Cece's completely solid bladder even through the chainmail shirt. Impressively, Cece's only reaction was to grimace slightly and flex her bound legs. “You think that will shake my resolve? I have the strongest bladder in the Queendom, no woman can force me to make water against my will!” “I have no time for your games,” Emma hissed. She reached for the straps that held Cece's breastplate on and pulled them loose one by one, then she tore the heavy steel free of Cece's body and discarded it on the stone floor. Next, Emma grasped the chainmail shirt by its collar and ripped through the thin leather knots that held the front of it together, revealing a wool undercoat that protected Cece's skin from the chain. Emma closed her right hand into a fist and leaned into Cece's bladder, hard. It really was solid as a rock, providing full resistance. Again, Cece just flexed her considerable muscle and scowled at Emma. “Tell me what I want to know and I will free you,” Emma offered.” I'll let you empty that bursting bladder into a nice bucket rather than all down your legs. What do you say?” “Is this all you've got?” Cece countered. Emma sighed. It was clear that Cece was full beyond belief, but her pure physical strength was incredible. Emma turned away and looked over the items that covered the nearby desks. With the equipment provided, she could come up with any number of ways to force the pee out of Cece over time – She would eventually HAVE to let it out, of course. The problem was that Emma's own full, taut bladder did not have until 'eventually.' She scanned the device that Cece was bound in, trying to work out how it was set up – And then it clicked. I can use her own strength against her. Emma grinned wickedly, causing Cece's confident gaze to falter for a second. “Whatever you've got planned will not work!” she blustered. Emma stayed quiet and picked up four leather belts. With no time to lose, she circled around behind the rack and buckled all four of them around Cece's midsection, pulling them tight. “If you think this tiny bit of pressure will cause me to-” “Shut it, prisoner!” Emma ordered. The redhead then reached to Cece's right wrist and quickly unbuckled the strap that held her arm in place. “Uh, what are you doing?” Cece asked, her feigned English accent failing for a moment. “Why are you freeing my arm?” “I SAID SILENCE!” Emma shouted. She circled around the rack and released Cece's left arm next. The bound woman reached down and tried to pull the belts binding her midsection, but they were buckled on the other side of the rack. She was still stuck. “You might be able to resist the pressure a small woman like me can apply, but how about the entire weight of this monstrosity?” With that, Emma gripped the top of the rack and pulled hard, tipping it forwards and using the stone wall as leverage to slowly lower it towards the ground. Cece began shrieking and cursing as her front approached the stone floor, and she threw out her arms to block the weight of the rack from squishing her bladder. Cece was left with a choice to either hold a push-up with close to her full body weight strapped to her back or to allow that weight PLUS her own to compress her bulging bladder against a hard floor. Just as Emma anticipated, she chose the first option. Cece held on for maybe twenty seconds before she started spilling her guts. “THE POOL, THE NEXT CLUE IS IN THE POOL ROOM, LIFT ME UP, I CAN'T HOLD IT IF I HAVE TO LIFT ALL THIS WEIGHT, KAY WON'T LIKE IT IF I PEE YET, I'LL GET IN TROUBLE, PLEASE EMMA!” Not only did Cece divulge the information, but Emma had forced her to completely break character. Emma stood still, looking down at the desperate girl in such an awkward position. “There's no way I'm strong enough to lift you back up,” Emma said with a shrug. Emma knelt down and leaned in as close to Cece's ear as she could, whispering so softly that not even the pristine quality of the compound's microphones could possibly pick up her voice. “Kay won't be happy with you for breaking character either, I'm sure. She doesn't seem to be talking today, so I'll pass on my own punishment. You know...for wasting my time.” Emma stood straight again and reached her foot under the rack, hooking Cece's left arm with her toes and pulling it out. With a grunt and a muffled curse, Cece hit the ground and an absolute torrent immediately started flooding out from the waistband of her leather pants. Her pee puddled around her breasts and thighs, saturating the wool coat. A second later, two more waterfalls poured from the ankles of the waterproof pants, spreading out in a huge circle that quickly lined all four walls of the small room. It only took seconds of Cece wetting herself to send Emma's own body into throes of torment. She could feel her hot pee burning in her urethra, she could feel the waistband of her panties and pajama shorts digging into her hard bladder, she could feel a huge spurt held tight just inside of her straining pee hole. With tears of desperation forming in her eyes, Emma nearly flew out of the medieval scene, leaving Cece face-down in the ocean of pee that was still exploding out of her athletic body. Slamming the door shut behind her, Emma sank to the ground with her chest heaving and her face coated in sweat. “Professor...” Emma panted, clutching her chest with her right hand and pressing hard between her legs with her left. “Please send someone in there to get Cece out fast, I can't believe I just left her there but I can't take the sight of it. I'm so fucking desperate already. I'm guessing I won't get told off for what I did in there, because it absolutely is something that you would do, don't try to hide it.” She stayed where she was and kept trying to catch her breath, until she felt hot liquid soaking into the back of her dress. Emma yelped and scrambled to her feet, terrified that she had started wetting herself without even feeling it. However, that was not the case; Cece's incredible puddle was starting to leak through the gap at the bottom of the door. Emma cursed and pulled the dress off, tossing it on top of the box that it came in. The butt of her pajama shorts were wet with Cece's pee, and the sensation made it even harder for her to hold the leaks that were begging to squeeze through her clenched thighs. Emma had always been a leaker. Throughout her life, whenever she really needed to pee she would dribble in her panties when the pressure got too great. It was only here that she was forced to suppress the natural urge to spurt with the waves of desperation that cascaded inside of her. She placed a hand on her belly. It was now round and solid, not a bit of softness left to it. She could no longer blame running water, or being startled, or seeing someone else pee. Emma was now truly and seriously desperate, and she had no idea how many more items she had to find. She picked up the boot, squeezed her tired kegels to their limit, and started walking back towards the bedroom, her determination as strong as ever. -To be continued in what may be the most intense, authentic, and unadulterated description of true desperation ever written.
  20. 11 points
    Honestly, I expect that the portion of your country's budget that goes to "art" is a rounding error. I'm not going to presume to tell you what your country's problems are, but I will presume to tell you that a few centavos going to silly artists is not one of them - and any politician that tells you otherwise is doing so to distract you from the real problems those politicians are causing.
  21. 11 points
    I had an accident in front of my best friends at age 15 So just a little background, I have very bad anxiety and it prevents me from telling people when I need to use the bathroom, and if I have an accident it's the worst thing ever. I've never been able to laugh them off, I still get embarrassed about my accidents in kindergarten and I doubt anyone even remembers those. I've never really enjoyed holding or having accidents, I only really like watching others do it. So this was not at all intentional. This was a bit traumatic but I figured some of you may enjoy my pain, so I'm posting it :) I believe I had just turned 15 at the time. So at this point no one ever has accidents anymore, but I guess I'm just special that way :’) I was out with my two friends, for privacy reasons we'll call them Mackenzie and Kiara. Kiara is my best friend and we had been friends for about 5 years at this point. She was really good at helping me when I was anxious, she always went with me to order stuff and asked questions for me. Mackenzie and I had been friends for about 3 years but only really became close in the last 6 months. So she wasn't really aware of how anxious I got in situations like these. We were in the car and Kiara’s mom was driving us, and her mom didn't really like me all that much. I knew she preferred Mackenzie so I hated hanging out like this because it made me nervous. Her mom was also really strict and the thought of having an accident around her made me shiver. We had stopped to get drinks and my dehydrated ass drank the entire cup in like 10 minutes. I don't have a small bladder at all, but it fills up super fast. About 20 or so minutes later I had to pee. I didn't ask if we could stop because I was nervous and pee shy. I figured we would be at the mall pretty soon and I could hold it till then. I was wrong. Another 15 minutes later and I knew I wouldn't be able to. I texted Kiara that I really had to go to the bathroom so she would ask her mom. I guess she thought I was joking, because she sent back something along the lines of “we'll be there in 30 minutes, you can hold it 😂” I bit my lip and sent back “no I'm serious, I can't hold it any longer” (Also we were texting because Mackenzie was sitting between us and I didn't want anyone else to hear our conversation) When she read the text she asked her mom if we could stop somewhere because she had to use the bathroom. Her mom thankfully said yes, and a few minutes later she pulled up to a store. I usually don't use the desperation scale, but I was probably at an 8.5 at this point. I had to go super bad, but I was trying to act nonchalant. I got out of the car and waited for Kiara and Mackenzie. Kiara’s mom stayed in the car while we went inside. We went into the store and it was a big place, like a market. We had never been here so we hunted for the bathrooms with no luck. Finally we found a worker and they had to take us up to the register to get the key and then show us to the back of the store where the bathroom was. At this point I was at a 9 and I knew I had to get to the bathroom now or I would have an accident. We made it to the back of the store and the way this bathroom was set up was weird. Basically you went into a little waiting room but there was just one stall. So Kiara waited outside since she didn't have to go, but Mackenzie, unaware of my situation, went in first. I leaned against the wall and bit my lip hard. I had to go so fucking bad. My eyes were filled with tears but I blinked them away. I leaked a small amount during this time, but not enough to show a spot. Mackenzie took like 10 minutes, and I was holding myself by the end of it. Towards the end, Kiara walked in and talked to me while Mackenzie was finishing. I guess she assumed I had already gone since we had been in there for 10 minutes. I was hiding my desperation, I still had my legs pressed tightly together but other than that I was acting casual. Finally Mackenzie came out but to my horror, Kiara said, “I'm gonna go real quick and then we can leave” I didn't have time to protest because she had already walked in and locked the door behind her. I was dumbfounded and at a 9.5 Kenzie stood by me against the wall, and that's when I couldn't hide my desperation anymore. I grabbed myself and my eyes filled with tears again. I leaked a pretty large amount and this time it seeped through my tight jeans. I kept leaking small amounts during this time. I was panicking and I could almost feel an attack coming on. I started crying pretty hard while still holding myself and leaking for seconds at a time. Kenzie looked horrified at my situation and quickly ran to the door. She knocked on it loudly and said, “Kiara hurry up, Piper's peeing her pants.” I don't know why, but her saying that made it so much worse. I guess it made the situation real. Finally Kiara opened the door and her jaw dropped when she saw the pee slowly streaming down my legs. I was still frozen with one hand desperately squeezing my crotch and the other over my mouth, trying to silence my sobs. Kiara didn't wait a second and grabbed my arm and pushed me into the bathroom. I quickly shut the door and locked it, all the while pee was gushing down my legs and I couldn't stop it. I ran over to the toilet and tried to get my pants down, but my panicking made it even worse. My hands kept slipping and the jeans were too tight for me to pull down without unbuttoning. I was still sobbing loudly and that made it hard to focus, and finally I just gave up. I sat on the toilet, pants still on, and peed what I had left into the bowl. It lasted for about 2 minutes and I was crying the whole time. I couldn't believe I had just had an accident in front of my friends. When I was done, I wasn't sure what to do. My sobs had calmed to quiet crying and I was sitting on the toilet with pee still dripping from my jeans. I slowly got up and opened the door a crack. Kiara was right there and immediately asked, “are you okay?” I shook my head and said in a shaky voice, “c-can you get me my bag from the c-car?” She immediately nodded. She glanced down at my soaked pants and her eyes widened a bit, but she didn't say anything. She left the room and as soon as she was out I felt the tears come back. I almost forgot about Mackenzie but she was standing to the side and said, “I'm so sorry.” I nodded slowly and went back to the bathroom stall and shut the door. I looked in the mirror and started crying again. My pants were completely soaked from top to bottom and it was so obvious what had happened. I looked like a 3 year old who couldn't hold it. A few minutes later, Kiara knocked at the door and said, “it’s just me.” I opened it and she immediately pulled me into a hug. I was mortified and I felt like everyone knew I had the accident, even though I knew they would never tell anyone. I still had tears streaming down my face and I didn't know what to do. I pulled out of the hug and grabbed the bag from her. I locked myself in the bathroom and peeled off my drenched pants. I sat down on the toilet with my underwear still on and peed the tiny amount still in me. It may have been pointless but I wanted everything out of me, I wasn't risking another accident in front of them. I used one of my makeup wipes in my bag to wipe down my legs and put on some new underwear and a pair of leggings I had brought. I had planned on staying the night but things were already awkward now, so I decided to go home early. I put my wet pants in my bag and cleaned up my face, it was still splotchy and red when I left but I was hoping no one would point it out. Kiara and Mackenzie were in the car waiting and when I got in they both spared me sympathetic glances. I turned to the window and put on my seat belt, still shaking from humiliation and anxiety. The car ride was silent and her mom never said a word about my accident. She wasn't mad like I thought she would be and she even asked if I was okay after. We went to the mall and hung out, but I was really quiet and had a lump in my throat the whole time. On the way back I was dropped off and lied to my mom, saying I came back early because I felt sick. Later that night, Kiara sent me a long text saying: ‘Hey, I'm really sorry about today. I thought you had already gone and if I'd known you hadn't I would've let you go first. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, and I promise me and Mackenzie will never tell anyone. It's not your fault you couldn't hold it and I assure you anyone in that situation would've wet themselves too.’ Mackenzie also texted me saying: ‘I'm so sorry, I didn't know you had to go that bad. I won't tell anyone about your accident.’ This was about 2 ½ years ago and we're still friends, I don't think they've told anyone but I still get really embarrassed thinking about it. Hopefully some of you will enjoy my pain :')
  22. 11 points
    So, I think it is great that you and your sister are very close. There is nothing wrong with that. But with almost 10 years between the two of you, sexually you are at very different places in your lives. I don't see any reason why your sister's kinks should be your business or why you should bring it up with her. If this were any other kink or sexual behavior, is it something that you would want to bring up with her? Do you have an expectation that she is going to always be open with all aspects of her sexual exploration with you? Do you feel it is appropriate to always be open about your sex life with her? If the answer to either of those questions is yes, then why? I don't think it is something that you need to bring up with her. She is her own person, and it doesn't sound like she is doing anything dangerous, so I fail to see what benefit would be achieved by bringing this out into the open. To be completely honest with you, it feels a little bit creepy that you want to discuss such things with your much younger sibling.
  23. 11 points
    Hello, I just stumbled over this forum, so I thought to share my first wetting experience. Not myself, but my girlfriend (lesbians) and I hope you enjoy :) When we moved together, we were quite playful and kind of unsure what we'd like to do with each other. She was my first girlfriend and so was I to her. This evening, we sat together, watching some movies, when she told me "What about a betting game?" I looked at her, a little confused and said "Sure, what kind of?" She smiled and said "Give me something to do with a bet." I first refused, but she kept on tickling and annoying me until I said ok. There we said, she all excited and me at a loss for words. Then I saw the large bottle of soda and smirked "Ok", I said, "Drink this whole bottle of Soda. I decide when you are allowed to let go and I bet you can't hold it." She was surprised, but laughed and agreed. So she began to drink, two glasses at first, but then she was getting slower and slower. I looked at her, as she sat her, her legs crossed and I knew, the game had begun. I was sooooo surprised to feel excited from this, I didn't know I was into holding and wetting at this time. I looked at the soda, the bottle was nearly empty "Come on sweety, you can do it." I gave her the rest of the bottle and she looked at me with kind of panic in her eyes. I didn't say anything, but could tell from her behaviour, that she felt desperate. I put my arm around her shoulder and held her tight, caressing her legs, which were slithtliy shaking. "Everything ok?" I asked in a light voice. I know, I'm a devil and she looked at me "No, not really. I really have to go to the bathroom. Please?" I held her tighter "No, not yet." She sighed. After a couple of minutes, she began squirming, pressed her legs together and asked me again if she could go. I refused another time and she really tried to relax. I talked to her, tried to distract her, but couldn't really concentrate because my excitement grow. A couple of minutes later, she started grabbing her crotch with both hands but didn't dare to ask again if she could go to pee. I watched her and asked if she wanted to go upstairs. There's the toilet and I saw the hope in her eyes. She quickly said yes and stood up, legs firmly crossed and still holding her crotch. I took her hands away and lend her to the bathroom. She could barely but I (like I said, I'm a devil ^^) didn't want to be slow and pulled her fast upstairs. She was whimpering and nearly crying, so I took her to the bathroom. She wanted to go to the toilet but I held her back. I slowly undressed her, while she was whimpering and doing such a cute dance on the spot "Please, please, I have to go soooo bad, it hurts...." I watched her when she was naked, saw the huge bulge of her bladder. Instead of letting her use the toilet, I pushed her in the shower "If you want it so bad, do it here." I smirked. She was very shy at this time and I knew, she wouldn't let go, so I decided to help her a bit. I took her hands away from her crotch and pressed them to the wall "Don't you dare moving your hands. Can you hold it longer?" she was shaking, looked at me desperate "Just let me pee, please. My bladder will explode!" she screamed at me, moved as far as she could, pressed her legs together and crossed them soooo desperate. I touched her belly, her bladder felt hard and very large. My excitement was unbelieveable and at this point I wanted to see her pee. She thrashed around "Don't touch! I can't bear it..." Her voice told me how hard she was trying to control herself. I smiled at her "You know I love you so much." then I spread her legs wide. She immediately started to leak, trying so hard to get control back. She made it, but was panting and shaking badly "Let go of my legs, I can't do it, if you spread them." I smirked at her "You will lose control, I promise." my girlfriend is a fighter, so she fought her body with all she got but I wanted to see her pee, so I laid my hand on her burstig bladder, caressed her first and pushed then strongly. Her eyes went wide "No, no, no, no, NOOOO" but she had lost. I didn't stop pushing against her bladder, enjoying the strong hissing from between her legs. After she was done, she looked at me, not believing what we had done "Did you... Enjoy this?" she asked me shyly and I nodded "Yes, I don't know exactly why and you?" she nodded too and so the whole story began. If you like it, I'll tell you more about other experiences :) English is not my first language, so I apologize if something isn't correct ^^'
  24. 11 points
    https://bedwettingguy12.tumblr.com/post/162700611988/kcrulesok-girl-with-a-great-arse-has-an Enjoy!
  25. 11 points
    There's a guy who customizes figurines to make them... shall we say... relevant to our interests. Here a a few. Which is your favorite? You can see the rest here or even buy one (site is in Japanese): http://vashthestampeeco.blog.fc2.com/
  26. 11 points
    Hi everyone! It's me, Kozmo. Its been awhile since I've written anything here or done any lottos, I've been having a weird go of it in life lately. For example, I just moved away from my home I grew up in, into the city! New apartment, new life, still getting the hang of it (I've lived here a little over a week now) but I think I'm doing okay. The long and short of it is, I've been busy like I've never been busy before. Almost as if fate was detecting the negligence in omorashi activities to share with you all, I had an...incident, the other day. Right here in my new apartment, no less, so it could be considered a christening. Also, it's been awhile, so I might have a fair amount of new readers! Hi, I'm KozmoFox, things happen to me a lot and I write about them here. I occasionally put on fun lottery games to allow some lucky winner to pick the next omorashi scenario I deliberately put myself in so I can write about it here. Obligatory description phase! I don't change much :P. I'm in the upper-mid 5ft range and too lazy to measure myself exactly, and I fluctuate between like 100-110 pounds. Yes yes, I know, too skinny. I've been doing workouts to try and build some actual muscle mass, but not too much, I like being really lean and thin, I just don't like being called a twig like its an insult :(. I'm 22 years old as of last wednesday. Long dark hair, a nose stud, and several tattoos ranging in areas from my chest and collarbone areas, wrists, back, and ankles. Not telling what they are! They are super identifiable and I'm not looking for stalkers. I'm also as pale as a snowy winter day. On this particular day I was wearing a black star wars T-shirt, grey pajama pants that kind of looked like sweatpants, a pair of white panties, and a pair of super aesthetic black socks with rainbow stripes. Now to tell you about my day! It was a day just like any other in my new apartment, essentially just sitting around playing video games all day. It was warm, and I was having a lot to drink. Like, a LOT. Mainly because for some weird reason, I had a headache and I was out of Tylenol but drinking cold water was making the headache a lot more tolerable. I'm no doctor, but if it works I keep doing this. Eventually, as logic dictates, I needed to pee. Because you know, that's what happens. I didn't INTEND to do a hold that day but fate had other plans in store for me, as when I reached the squirming-and-about-to-leak stage after refilling the pitcher I had at my desk, I moved to get up again so I could use the bathroom....BUT. I received a call on Discord. Meet Kaylee. Kaylee is getting into the PC gaming scene. However, her PC is a toaster. However x2, she doesn't know the first thing about basic computer operation. Kaylee bought CS:GO. Kaylee tried to change her resolution low when her monitor is actually a 16:9 TV and had no idea why her screen was suddenly black when she tried to play the game. Meet me. The poor sucker that was about to get sucked into tech support duty. You see, this wasn't as simple as telling her what folder her config file was in. This is like, your grandparents level of needing tech support. I also didn't know where it was by default given I'm not a big CS:GO player, so it was bound to be an adventure. "Kaylee I'll help you, but I've REALLY gotta pee, I'll be right back." "No no! This will only take a few seconds and I wanna play :(" You see friends, what you have right there is an excuse for an omo-fanatic to torture themselves. A normal person would have told Kaylee to fuck off for 20 seconds. I just took a sip of my water to ease my head pain and said "Fine." First I got her to screenshare so I could see her screen. I could see CS:GO but she couldn't, because it was her tv not supporting the resolution that was the problem, not the system. For about 10 minutes I tried to guide her mouse. Wasn't working. By the end of that I was sitting on my heel, rocking back and forth in my rocking chair gritting my teeth. I was slightly irritable from the growing pressure in my bladder and far too impatient for something so meticulous. Around this time I might have brought up my situation in the site chat. I finished my glass of water, and poured another. Counter-intuitive to holding it in until we were finished the call, yes, but my head hurt and the water helped. But god I had to pee. Next step was to try and find the config folder that every game on earth has. But lo and behold, couldn't find one in the general location. Her steam wasn't in her program files. "Where did you install Steam?" "I dunno. :D" I was so frustrated I leaked. That's not even an exaggeration, the eyeroll at the ceiling and the distraught groan took enough off my senses that I felt my panties grow warm. Like a flash I had my hand between my legs, and feeling it against my fingers was enough to tell me it had made it through to the pants. I wiped my fingers off on my knee, but went back to pressing the heel of my hand against my crotch while rocking in my chair. At this point I was literally sweating from the effort of holding it in, once or twice using my right hand to wipe off my forehead while holding myself with my left. The feeling in my bladder was ridiculous, and I could feel the muscles in my pelvic floor wavering, LITERALLY wavering like when you're holding something heavy and your arms start to shake. I had no choice but to battle through it. "Kaylee, listen I need to go to the bathroom like right now so I'll be ba--" "Nooo! One more second we just need to find the file right? And change it and we'll be done." Fast forward a few more agonizing minutes, and I find her steam is installed to her desktop. Her DESKTOP. It was a mess. I'm pretty sure some things were outright missing. It was like looking at a massacre. A literal massacre. I was so frustrated I could scream, and I needed to pee so fucking BADLY I could cry. Frantically looking around her desktop for the thing I was looking for, my entire body tensed up, and I could feel my bladder tightening and tightening trying to let something out. You know the feeling I mean, where you literally lock down as hard as possible just tensing, and your bladder is fighting back against you to force it out, and more often than not manages to leak it out? That happened to me and I quickly shut my mic off momentarily as I loudly groaned in protest, feeling a sizable leak painfully force its way out of me and into my pants. Looking down, I saw the grey darken, and could feel a bit of warmth pooling in my underwear and pants around my rear end. I clutched myself with both hands and waited for the wave to pass. Then it hit me like a freight train, how stupid I was. I told her to open Steam, right click CSGO, go to properties and go to local files. I was so distracted by needing to piss like a racehorse that I forgot the easiest solution on earth. I had her go to the cfg folder and start clicking around. I was on the brink, I needed to have this done now or never. Bouncing up and down in my chair I started getting mad, none of the cfg files that were there had graphic and video settings. It dawned on me dreadfully. These were all for control settings. All of them. And my bladder was seconds away from giving out, I could feel it tensing up again ready to spill and I knew I wouldn't be able to properly fight it this time. "Kaylee I'll be rig--" "But--" "Kaylee I'm about to piss my fucking pa--" I clicked my mic off, tossing my headset aside and shooting up before I could finish my sentence. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I make a lot of noise when trying to hold it, so I switched my mic off in advance of the self begging. "Oh god fuck fuck noplease fuck no" It started to force its way out. Through me, through my panties, through my pants, into my fingers. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I started violently moaning and lurching, bouncing and trying to hold it back. It didn't help, it just made it worse. The leak became a stream that almost hurt to try and stop, and I could feel my pants quickly growing warm and sopping. Realizing my chair was fabric, I jumped out and landed on my floor, on my knees. One hand gripping my desk, one hand on the floor, both keeping me upright. Upon hitting the floor, my bladder DROPPED and I full on exploded. I tried to fight it, but I couldn't, it was like unscrewing the cap on a firehydrant. PSSSSSSSH. My pajamas were soaked in seconds, and I had a huge puddle expanding underneath me at a rate that it might as well have been my own personal tsunami. I continually shuddered and lurched and loudly moaned (I'm very vocal when I lose it) until I was empty. Eventually I managed to get upright, wiping my hand that was overtaken by the lake on the front of my absolutely destroyed pants; I had managed to soak them completely, front and back, as is usually the case with me. It was hard to find a dry spot. Cleaning this up would end up sopping an entire towel. I put my headset back on and told Kaylee that I had to suddenly leave anyway because I had to rush across the apartment to answer my phone. I stayed kneeling in my pee puddle and soaked pants until I had solved her issue. The CSGO graphics cfg is in userdata, not the install folder. I was so goddamn angry. So. Goddamn. Angry. Had her change the resolution to 1600x900 and all was good. "Okay [Name Redacted], sorry for being so impatient and keeping you here and bothering you so much! You can go pee now!" "Oh don't worry I did all that when I went to go get the phone." "Kay! Talk to you later!" And that was that. I cleaned up the mess, tossed my pj's in the clothes basket, and watched some JoJo's after taking care of various other needs, like [redacted] and food. I hope you all enjoyed! Thank you for reading! Feel free to drop a comment or send me a message or whatever, I love you all! <3 If you're new to the Kozmoverse and you liked this post enough that you're like "Aw gosh darn gee willikers, I wish there was more!" then you're in luck, because this stuff happens to me a decent bit often. Here are other experiences I've had and written about: Trying to number them chronologically in brackets Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) (Third?) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom (This one was the first) Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! (Fifth?) Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! (My second experience I posted I think?) Wet myself at the University (Gonna guess the fourth) Don't remember the order of the ones not numbered. After all those people were liking my writing so much I started literally putting myself into omorashi situations at request, just so I could write more instead of waiting to have an unintentional accident. Thus spawned the Kozmo-Lotto, where people would roll a d100 and whomever had the closest number to a secret number I myself had rolled by the end of the week would get to choose an omorashi scenario for me to put myself into, which I would write about afterwards. Here are the resulting experiences from the four that have happened. This fourth one has the record of being the highest rated post in the history of Omorashi.org! 93 upvotes and counting! Okay that should be enough shameless self-plugging. Enough new viewers have started to ask if I've written more to the point I just tack them all onto my posts now. :P Again, thank you all for coming and reading! ^^~ <3
  27. 10 points
    For being so kind have another photo guys This is another wetting my panties photo
  28. 10 points
    It has been awhile since I've written anything. Crazy how time gets away from you. My previous stories and comments have been related to when I was younger and trying to understand how I developed having a thing for this type of behavior. Next I want to tell you a more recent story that happened to my ex-girlfriend. A few years back my ex-girlfriend and I went to a park to walk the trails. We had only been dating about a month at this point. It was a metro park that we visited. It has several trails to walk, but we picked the longest one. Both of us really enjoy walking and it's even more fun when you have company to talk to. The whole trail we chose goes into a big loop. I can't remember how long it was distance wise, but I do remember it took about 2.5 hours to complete. I should mention that prior to going to the park we had breakfast at a local restaurant and I watched my ex drink about four cups of coffee and some water. I visited the restroom to pee before we left to head to the park, but for whatever reason she didn't. She always seemed a little embarrassed to admit that she had to go when she was with me. Anyway, about 20 minutes into our walk I noticed that she'd gotten very quiet. Normally she's very talkative, but today she was giving one word answers to my questions and not contributing to the conversation on her own. By the way, my ex's name is Suzanne. She's a little older than me. This happened when she was in her mid 30s and I was in my mid 20s. She's got long dark brown hair, slender, very pretty. She was wearing tan shorts and a dark purple tank top. After a while of silenced awkwardness I asked her if she was okay. She replied that she was, but just a little tired. I took this at face value and we carried on. However, about another 15 minutes passed of us walking when all of a sudden she stopped suddenly and crossed her legs. I stopped and looked back at her. She wouldn't look me in the eye at first. She was looking down, off to the side on the right. She stood there for a few seconds with her legs crossed and then finally looked up at me and blushed heavily. It was honestly one of the cutest things I ever saw. I boldly asked, "You need to pee, don't you?" In which she replied barely audibly and full of embarrassment, "Yes, very badly." As soon as she did this she grabbed her crotch and squatted down. She stayed like that squatted down and holding herself, kind of bouncing up and down and rocking side to side all while sucking in air with her teeth. I looked at her and had two emotions go through me. First, I felt really badly for her because she was obviously super embarrassed, but at the same time I was turned on. I looked at her sympathetically and held out my arm to her and told her to hurry up and come on. I told her that maybe if we walked fast it wouldn't be so bad and she'd make it to a toilet soon enough. She nodded, gave her crotch another squeeze, stood up and we continued to walk. I kept my right arm around her shoulder while we walked and she leaned into me. While walking she kept telling me over and over how sorry she was and how embarrassed she was for me to see her this way. I told her it was okay and that everyone has to pee and that I myself have been in situations where I had to go very badly and/or had to go so badly that I ended up having peeing my pants. She seemed both shocked and intrigued by this response. I asked her why she didn't pee at the restaurant and she stated it was because all the liquid she drank crept up on her and she didn't realize she had to go until we were on the way to the park and thought she'd be able to make it through the trail and then could sneak off to the park restrooms from there. After a little bit of talking she stopped abruptly again and grabbed her crotch. I took my arm from around her shoulder and watched her do the most adorable pee dance I've ever seen. Her face was bright red and she was moving forward and backward and side to side with her hand buried in her crotch. She then suddenly spotted a bench along the trail and ran over to it, sat down and been wiggling back and forth furiously. I watched her put both hands on her crotch and hold. She looked into my eyes and said, "I'm so embarrassed, but I'm about to pee my pants. I can't help it." I asked her if she wanted to go into the woods and pull her pants down and pee there. We really hadn't passed that many people so it seemed like a valid option to me. I could tell she was contemplating it as she wiggled back and forth with what looked to be tears starting in her eyes. She gave me a meek, "okay." I watched her stand up. Suddenly she went rigid and she squatted down and started to cry. I was confused for a second but then I heard a strong hissing sound and watched her tan shorts turn dark brown around the crotch and legs. Around the time I figured out that she was peeing her pants, Suzanne started visibly crying. She looked up at me and said, "I can't stop it. I'm trying, but I can't stop. Oh no. I'm peeing my pants bad." The hissing and stream went on for what felt like a very long time. The puddle around her on the dirt was huge by the time she was finished. Finally she was done and she stood up. At first she was just standing there looking down at her wet shorts, sort of shaking from what I think was shock and embarrassment. I felt bad for her so I opened my arms and told her to come here. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her the biggest hug I could. I told her it was okay and that it was an accident and accidents happen. She asked me if I thought she was gross now and I told her, of course I didn't. That seemed to make her calm down. She admitted that sometimes she has to pee suddenly and pees her pants and she can't help it. She told me she's had that problem her whole life. We continued our walk. Luckily I had a jacket on me that we tied around her waist to hide her accident. It is still one of the most adorable experiences I've ever had. There were other incidents with her that happened after this one that I'll probably end up telling here too if there is any interest.
  29. 10 points
    Somehow, somewhere, Emiya Shirou just about exploded.
  30. 9 points
    i tried peeing in the sink, i have a small bathroom and the sink isnt really big enough for me to be on but i tried sink.mp4
  31. 9 points
    Amanda's 1st accident in 7th grade Based on true events I personally witnessed with a little extra detail thrown in. This is also my first story so don't be too harsh! Amanda was new at this middle school having moved from just a town over 2 weeks prior. She knew a few people from sports leagues she participated in before moving but other than that was fairly new to most students but quickly made friends. Many of the boys had also quickly developed crushes on her. She had shoulder length golden blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, a tomboyish personality, a heck of an arm to throw the football, slender with a cute medium sized perfectly round butt and the biggest breasts of any girl in the school let alone 7th grade. (I was one of those boys and this is why this event stuck with me all these years). It was almost the end of the school year already and was extremely hot outside. We were all very encouraged to drink plenty of water and stay hydrated throughout the day. These events took place right after lunch. It was 5th period English with Mr. Luginbill, we had 4th period in the same class before lunch which is an important note for how this turned out. The Math and English teachers had agreed for us to have 4th and 5th hour for the same subject on alternating days. Never heard of it before and haven't since. Anyways Mr. Luginbill was a cool teacher who made English interesting and fun (can't tell by my writing I know) but he didn't like to put up with any screwing around during class time. Amanda quickly becoming popular would end up talking and not paying much attention during his classes. You would get 4 bathroom passes each quarter of the year in his class. Amanda knowing the year was almost over used 3 of them before this day, somewhat taking advantage of getting out of class for a little bit. Maybe she was really using the bathroom, but I feel Mr. Luginbill had his suspicions that this was not the case. About 15 minutes into our 4th hour during a poem reading she had taken that 4th pass up to his desk during another students presentation and allowed her to go to the bathroom. She signed out and didn't return for about 20 minutes which is a long time considering how close the bathrooms were to our class. She returned with about 15 minutes left before we went to lunch and a half assed recess/break? Not sure what you would call it, everyone standing around in the heat under trees talking. Sometimes if we were lucky someone brought a football from home. It was over 100 degrees and everyone was drinking plenty of fluids. Amanda especially having a Monster energy drink with lunch and pounding water after throwing the ball around with us guys. She put us to shame with that skill and we were all mesmerized by her beauty while doing it. Her and some of the other girls would play tackle football after school. It was a great excuse for us youngsters to get comfortable touching and flirting I suppose but that's not important in this story, just setting up why the guys liked her so much. We all returned to class sweating like farm animals just getting cooled off when I heard "damn I really gotta pee" I personally have always since I can remember been interested when anyone muttered those type of trigger words. Preferably women but even being straight since day one even when a guy is desperate or mentioned they had to piss I would pay close attention. She immediately without even raising her hand said out loud enough for Mr. Luginbill to hear from the back of the class room "I have to pee really bad can I please go to the bathroom real quick?" Mr. Luginbill responded with "You just got back from break why didn't you go then" Amanda responded with "I didn't have to go until I sat down in the AC, please I really gotta go" Mr. Luginbill told her to hold it and work on her poem. The whole room was silent for about 5 minutes when you could hear a metal on metal clanking sound. Amanda was shaking her leg back and forth, the rivet on her tight blue jeans making contact with the desk more erratically by the second. Her face was turning red as people started paying more attention to her moving around so much. A few minutes later again with the class silent and Mr. Luginbill looking at his computer Amanda loudly without embarrassment said "please let me go to the bathroom or I'm seriously going to pee my pants!" Of course being a fan of this I was intrigued. She had to been overreacting like most girls do I thought but was shocked she would say something like that so soon calling attention to herself without a care of what anyone else thought. She was being over dramatic right? Or she really did have to pee that badly? Mr. Luginbill stuck to his guns and said "No Amanda, do your work we are almost half way through class already". She whined and started doing one of the more memorable pee pee dances I'd ever seen in my life. Opening and closing her legs, lifting her butt off of her seat, and putting her hands between her legs periodically. She kept saying under her breath but so everyone could hear "I gotta peeee, omg I'm going to piss my pants, I have to pee so bad" in no particular order. For the next 10 minutes this went on, I had a decent view being 2 rows over and 3 seats up having an excuse to be turned to talk to my friend behind me as we were working on a poem (song) since we had finished the project most of the class was working on. I just stayed turned in my seat pretending to be looking at a paper and checking the clock as I kept glancing up at her and watching this in awe hoping to see something happen. I thought to myself this is 7th grade and I haven't seen an accident since 1st. There is no way anything will happen, besides the desperation show Amanda was putting on. I might as well enjoy this while it lasted. I had to pretend I was interested in writing this song when all I could think about and concentrate on was her bladder. Class was ending in about 20 minutes and you could see the sweat forming on Amanda's forehead. She continued her desperate dance then out loud one more time asked "please can I go to the bathroom I gotta go so bad I'm really about to pee my pants!" Mr. Luginbill finally decided to give in and said ok bring me your bathroom pass and you may go. Amanda with a whining tone said she didn't have any left. "Please let me go just this once this is really an emergency!" Wiggling her legs constantly she then shot up out of her seat and crossed her legs hard while bending forward bouncing up and down right next to her desk. "You have been here 2 weeks and you have used up all 4 of your passes?" Mr. Luginbill said. Amanda cried out saying "please I gotta pee please I am going to pee my pants I swear I'm not kidding!!" She then hops up and sat on her desk squeezing her legs tightly together placing both hands on her crotch starting to make a scene out of it. "Amanda please sit back down in your seat. We now have about 15 minutes you can wait that long" Mr. Luginbill said "you should have thought about this before you used all of your passes" I was in heaven but I did feel bad because now I could really tell after being on the internet watching videos and reading experiences for years, even at that point that she was not kidding when she said she was about to pee her pants. She was showing all the classic signs. She remained seated on top of the desk holding herself raising her butt up and down bouncing, her breasts moving with the flow getting more of the guys to look Im sure. Everyone was whispering and talking about what was going on. "Just let her go" "she can hold it she is being a baby" "she should just get up and walk out" "this is amazing" last one was me which I didn't say out loud... Amanda then snapped at Mr. Luginbill saying "I'm going to FUCKING PEE MY PANTS DO YOU WANT PISS ALL OVER YOUR CLASS ROOM?!?!" Everyone looked to him for a response after she cursed at him. he said "You should have thought about that before wasting your passes, now I'm going to have to call the principal for interrupting my class and disrespecting me with this outburst" he then picked up the phone as Amanda was sitting on her desk starting to shake and cry. He hung the phone up before dialing seeing her do this and said "Amanda if I let you go will this teach you something about being responsible with your time? This is your eduction and time you're wasting not mine" She shook her head yes not saying a word. He then said ok go ahead and go but hurry up and be back before the bell rings. This was the moment I thought, well that was entertaining and will be thinking about it tonight when I get home. I had no idea what was about to happen next would be one of my favorite memories from school. Heck from childhood, even my life for that matter. Amanda started to inch her butt forward on the top of the desk to slide off to get onto her feet and make a mad dash for the ladies room. Many people watching the drama unfold thought the drama was over but then the class all heard her say "I can't move without peeing! I'm going to peeeeeeeee!!!" She cried out "I CANT MOVE!!!" Starting to bawl hysterically as she tightly pressed her hands into her crotch and squeezed her eyes shut while using every muscle in her body. She was shaking frantically trying to hold onto her bladder just a little longer. Amanda got one foot on the floor separating her legs for a split second PSSSSSSSSHHTTHHHHHH Me along with the rest of the class snapped our heads up and looked at her in shock hearing that loud hiss of pee escape her vagina. She immediately got her second foot on the ground stopping the 2 second but extremely power and loud spurt. The butt of her blue jeans turned dark, visibly wet from that intense spurt alone. Droplets of pee splashed on her desk and paper showing the sheer amount of pressure her pee exploded out of her. Her underwear didn't stand a chance seeing the damage already caused. She had to be wearing a thong or was she leaking before maybe I thought? But before I could think a second more PSSHHHHHHT PSSSHHHHHTTTT Amanda was holding herself hard as everyone could hear the loud spurts lasting about 2 seconds each again. Pee started to go down the back of both of her thighs when she regained control and opened her teary eyes for the first time since she first spurted. Seeing the damage and having the realization that she was wetting her pants in the 7th grade at 14 years old caused her to cry harder. Shaking more furiously due to being upset from the shock and her muscles being over worked for the past hour. Everyone was looking at her stunned in silence, no one laughed or said a word. She let go of her crotch, pee pouring out of her cupped hands onto the floor. She then crossed her legs tightly once more in a final effort to get out of the classroom and to a toilet. With her thighs pressed together she inched towards the door as she felt streaks from the previous spurts inch further down her legs. She couldn't believe this was happening 2 weeks in a new school district right before summer vacation. She hadn't had an accident since she was potty trained. Thousands of thoughts running through her head as she is trying not to lose full control of her overfilled bladder in front of the whole class. Amanda reached the door handle and right before she can give it a turn PPPPPPPSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPSHHHHHHTTTTHHHSSSHHSTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIISSSSSSsssssssshhhhhh.....psssssssss Amanda stood there frozen in time, the room silent except for the extremely loud hissing coming from her jeans. The warm rivers of pee covering 90% of the front and back of her pants, soaking her socks and sneakers then pooling on the one spot in the room that was white tile. The light yellow pee was spreading at an alarming rate running over onto the thin carpet. She peed and peed for well over a minute and a half at full force until the stream finally slowed down but still running. She couldn't even tell if she was peeing anymore or not. She felt weak and leaned her body into the corner facing the wall by the classroom door crying loudly. She didn't want to look at the faces of anyone. She wished she was anywhere but in this moment. Humiliated already thinking she needs to beg her parents to switch schools. Her face and ears were hot and red as the stream stopped but her pants still glistening and dripping from the explosion that just took place. In this moment I was so aroused yet felt so bad for her and wanted to give her a hug. Before anyone could do anything Mr. Luginbill went over and put his hands on her shoulders saying he was sorry. She wouldn't look at him as she continued to cry. He told the class when the bell rings in a few minutes move along to your next class. He then escorted her to the nurses office personally. As soon as the door shut behind them everyone started talking about what happened. A few laughed saying she needs to learn how to control herself while most felt bad and basically told them to shut up. I myself kept thinking this wasn't real, I couldn't believe what I just saw. One of my biggest fantasies came true and I couldn't stop replaying each second in my head. When the bell rang everyone made a huge deal of stepping over the lake of pee by the door while I wanted to stick my face in it or something. I didn't know what I wanted to do I had turned as red as she was, flustered by this event. Two more classes then I could go home and think about this more and see if she would get on msn messenger. Unfortunately she didn't and I just fantasized over the weekend. She was back to school Tuesday and when I did talk to her I didn't have the guts to ask about it or bring it up. I never heard anyone talk to her about it until 3 years later in High School when she mentioned she needed to pee in a photography class. Someone who wasn't even there to see the event blurted out "She is serious she will drown us if you don't let her go" she laughed and got up to go to the bathroom. Amanda will never know how she effected me for years prior and years to come based off of one full blown wetting accident. It's better that way.
  32. 9 points
    It happened to be the last or the other last Wednesday, there was a meeting which was arranged by the higher authorities, and I and my colleague were named to take care of the facilitation for the delegates who were coming for the meeting. As since my colleague (name : O) was more experienced than me, she was given more responsibilities than to anyone else. In order to ease her work I and one more colleague (name : Q) of mine was named as to help her out. I and Q sat out and planned out to bring with some punjabi crusine food for the meeting,. Nothing went wrong till now. Soon the meeting started, first we had the food and then started to discuss about n no of things. With only half hour into the meeting my colleague O started to look uncomfortable and so was Q. I was pretty much OK as I have had a better immune system :D. She was sweating under the full blast low temperature A/c. She had kept her left hand squeezing her stomach every now and then and the other hand over the table. For the rest half hour or 45 min she kept squeezing her stomach with her legs tightly crossed. It was my time now to give the presentation and next was hers. I went up and started speaking about the topic. I could notice from there as she paid no attention to the topic of what I was saying. After 20 min of speaking I ended by saying "and now my colleague Ms O will continue" and came back to my seat whispering sorry in her ear. But I had hardly no choice to save her, I had to call her next and that was the agenda!. Now I felt pity on her, before she could start, Mr Q interrupted said that the food supplier had called him regarding the payment, excused himself and went straight to the toilet outside the meeting hall, lucky him cried Ms O before continuing with her presentation. She kept her both legs together stood still, did not move or even shake a little. It was almost over with her topic when I saw a clear liquid stream crawl down her legs. I blinked my eyes and saw there was nothing, but as I blinked again I could see a drop or two of her pee fall from her tunic. A couple more streaks of pee flowed down her legs and ran into her shoes!!! She was losing control. 10 more min passed she did not leak further. With everyone else busy listing to her no one had noticed what was happening to her bottom half. She was now interrupted by one of a delegate, who asked her to wind up and to continue in the next session as he had another meeting and walked off saying "congrats It was excellent". The moment the delegates left, Ms O gave a tight squeeze to her crotch and ran towards the toilet only to be interrupted by her boss, who asked her to sit in the meeting hall. She sat on the seat saying "nikal rahi he ya" and peed violently into her tunic. The seat below her got saturated within seconds, and pee splattered on to the floor with bad noise . . .
  33. 9 points
  34. 9 points
    This will not be tolerated. Members who knowingly post content produced by @wettingloverjeans out of some kind of spite will have their accounts actioned and restricted. Having opinions is one thing, but don't turn this into mindless insulting and threatening to "leak" another member's videos here.
  35. 9 points
    Why would you ever use Youtube for this if you know it's going to be deleted.
  36. 9 points
    Well to celebrate the 150th birthday of my lovely country, I wanted to share some new wetting videos I've been holding on to for a while, so please check out the new videos I've posted! And well check out the download section. My plan of posting 150 videos for the 150th of Canada is not going to happen, but here are a decent number as I clear out my hard drive. Enjoy! Rach
  37. 8 points
    Maybe you should ask for a copy of her birth certificate.
  38. 8 points
    Hi this is my first time posting here, but I've been on the site for awhile now and this is an experience just happened that I thought I should share. In case you want to know I'm a queer as hell 20 year old female, about 115 lbs, and around 5'6". Today at the end of my shift at work I noticed I kinda had to pee. So being the omo fan I am I figured I should hold it for a little fun later. After getting home I changed out of my work clothes and into a black skirt and grey shirt (grey striped panties btw), drank a glass of water, and headed to the grocery store. When I got there I had to pee pretty bad but wasn't worried because I have a pretty strong blatter. As I was shopping the urge to pee kept growing and as soon as I got in my car I thought if I don't hurry home I might actually have an accident. Not wanting to ruin my car I sped home as fast as I could and as soon as I get home I grab all the groceries at once because I couldn't hold it for multiple trips but when I reached the door I didn't have any free hand to unlock the door so I drop some of the things quickly open the door throw the bags on the counter and at the same time just release everything and let it just run down my legs and make a huge puddle on the floor, I then put my groceries away, throw a towel down, and am now relaxing in my wet clothes writing this Here's a pic of my bum right after it happened!
  39. 8 points
    We finally had our first diaper date night last night and Layla asked me to take these pics and post them! We watched a long movie while drinking lots and lots of water, peeing whenever we had the urge. Layla said she was surprised at how good it felt and that it was also really freeing to be able to just pee without getting up and taking a break from the movie! I ended up with a ridiculously full diaper, as the pictures show :p
  40. 8 points
    So today i was home alone playing around i peed and took a shower around 1. Then i drank 2 16 oz water bottle on my own and a coke. So i already had to pee a little bit prolly about a 4-5. Then i started talking to someone i gave control of my bladder to. Right away he had me drink a bottle of water i chugged it down.we exchanged some pics of what panties i was wearing he asked me what level i was at now 6-7. He had me drink another water. Then he made me do 25 jumping jacks. I made i thru ok. Then he made me press 2 times on my bladder the agony. Then another water. Was then instructed to do 15 squats. I made it thru. Now at 8-9. Really had to pee. Another water and 20 squats still dry but dancing. A press on my bladder still ok. 20 jumping jacks and oh no! I leaked! Had to drink half a water as punishment. And not 30 minutes later squirming in my room i wet myself completly.
  41. 8 points
    Scarlette just stood there, her hips outstretched, inviting Minty to look upon her body. And look upon it, she did. How she wished she could lay her hands upon the silver-haired girl's body... and with her arousal being where it was, Minty just couldn't pass this chance up. "Yeah..." she said, staring at Scarlette's crotch, "let's have sex!" "No problem!" Scarlette said, wearing her usual smile of delight. "Spread your legs!" Like a slave to her master, Minty did as she was told. She leaned back against a nearby wall, spreading her legs apart and inviting the smaller girl in. It was almost creepy how casual Scarlette was behaving in regards to this matter but if the girl was willing, then Minty really had no complaints. Scarlette knelt down at began to gently kiss the tender lips of Minty's pussy. What a feeling it was, having someone touch her there with such care... Minty let out a mild groan of delight. Scarlette's soft kisses had turned into slow, careful licks that traveled upward along the axis of Minty's pussy. Each lick would take roughly 2-4 seconds, with Scarlette occasionally giving a little flick to Minty's clit. Minty laid her head back and closed her eyes, allowing herself to become lost in the bliss that was Scarlette licking her. How heavenly it felt to have that tongue rubbing against her... and she allowed herself to moan and whine as sensations of pleasure began to flutter around inside of her. Minty could feel herself becoming wet with lady juices as time went on. How was it that Scarlette was so good at pleasuring another girl? Or was it that Minty was so aroused that anybody could have touched her down there and she would have begged them to get her to climax? Scarlette began licking just above Minty's clit now. Her body felt like it was on fire. In the heat of this bliss, no girl could be expected to retain her faculties, and as such, Minty stumbled back against the wall. But she did her best to keep her legs open, and Scarlette kept up. The girl licked and licked, keeping the same pace and rhythm throughout the event. "O-Oh... m-my... G-G-God..." Minty moaned. "I think you're ready now!" Scarlette said. At that point, she unbuckled Minty's weapon belt and let it fall to the ground. "Sit down!" Like a good girl, Minty obeyed. She sat down on the floor, expecting Scarlette to work some amazing magic with that tongue of hers. But no. To Minty's surprise, Scarlette sat down and spread her own legs apart, locking legs with Minty until their most precious places were touching each other. Minty let out a sharp sigh as Scarlette's clit pressed against her own. As if having tongue in there didn't already feel wonderful, now she was experiencing another girl's clit rubbing against her. Scarlette began to move her hips back and forth, causing their already very wet lady parts to grind against each other. Each motion against Minty's clit sent waves of euphoria throughout her body. "Is that good?" Scarlette asked. "Y-Yes..." Minty moaned. "Should I go a little faster?" Minty could barely manage to nod. Scarlette grabbed Minty's leg and began to grind a little faster and a little harder. At this point, Minty couldn't hide her reactions even if she tried. She simply allowed herself to moan and cry as her body willed it. Each press of Scarlette's hips sent ripples of delight along Minty's body. Her entire lower body felt like it was about to burst. Please don't pee! Please don't pee! Last time she had an orgasm, Minty ended up peeing all over. She was uncertain if Scarlette was into such things, but it would probably be safer to assume she wasn't. But the orgasm was happening now, and Minty could feel her control slipping. If she could... just... hold on... a bit... And finally... it happened. That final wave of ecstasy that simply exploded all over her. Minty let out a rather loud noise from her mouth; some kind of mix between a wail and a gurgle. Scarlette couldn't help but giggle in response. And thankfully, Minty managed to avoid peeing. "Holy..." Minty sighed, "That was... amazing..." "You make funny noises when you have an orgasm!" Scarlette laughed. Minty probably would have blushed at that if her face wasn't already flushed from having an orgasm. "Well, do you think you can manage fighting the demon now?" Scarlette asked, untangling her legs from Minty's. Minty gave Scarlette a worried look. "Don't you want me to return the favor?" "Nah," Scarlette replied, "Remember that each orgasm people have make the demon stronger. But it wasn't difficult to tell that you were super aroused and couldn't fight so I thought I'd help relieve you of some of your tension." "Oh..." Minty gave a rather disappointed frown. Scarlette picked up her sword, then gave a sympathetic smile to Minty. "If it really means that much to you, we can have sex again after we beat the demon!" "I might like that..." Minty responded. The truth was, even though she finally had an orgasm, Minty was still heavily aroused. Most likely from the effects of the lechery demon, but at least this time, things felt manageable. "Now then," Scarlette said, "We have a demon to fight!" Minty grabbed her weapons and followed Scarlette down the stairs into the darkened basement of the Arena. Unlike the polished, ivory halls up above, this area was made of dark concrete, and instead of a comfortable warm air, there was a biting cold to this place stung Minty's bare skin. Scarlette suddenly raised a hand, gesturing Minty to halt. Ahead of them were three small, winged creatures. They also sported a long tail with a sharp point at the end. Minty could only conclude that these were some of the imps that Scarlette spoke of earlier. "We can try and sneak around them." Scarlette whispered, "Or we can fight. I sense the demon is beyond those imps, so it'll save time if we try and fight our way through. Just remember that if they sting you with their tails, their venom will increase your arousal." How fascinating. Imps that can make you horny. Scarlette scrutinized the imps. "There's something different about these ones though. The crest on their stomachs isn't the same one as usual. I wonder if they're utilizing a different kind of magic..." Minty wasn't sure if fighting or sneaking was the proper thing to do in this instance. The only thing she was sure of was how badly she needed to pee. Damn, I knew I should have gone before we entered this place! "Should I sneak around the imps or fight them?" [Sexual Tension: Heavy] > Fight the imps >Sneak around the imps > Try and pee > Other
  42. 8 points
    Fresh and wet commission just done today for somone on omorashi~!. a glaceon wetting herself over looking the ocean. (this isnt my oc glaceon though~) thank you commissioner once again!
  43. 8 points
    another commission finished that has pee stuff
  44. 7 points
    I did a poll on what pokemon to draw next and leafeon won after glaceon. this position worked with a omorashi scene so i went for it
  45. 7 points
  46. 7 points
    here it is, and I agree she is Amazing! Does anybody know more about her? did she make other videos? :D WettingforJeff2.mp4
  47. 7 points
    Grabbed it :) tumblr_osnvjbKaGQ1ui2hr7.mp4
  48. 7 points
    There was another video uploaded by the same channel that also has wetting. the wetting begins around 2 minutes into the video, I don't believe this video has been posted on the forum yet. https://youtu.be/vp42vm5UymY And just in case youtube decides to take down the video Becca cleaning.mp4
  49. 7 points
    That website has an obvious agenda against feminism. Not sure why other people on here are so quick to defend the guy. Even if someone is peeing in public, getting in their face and taking a video against their will is a really shitty thing to do. I would hope more people could stand up to someone like that.
  50. 7 points
    Two pics from wetting my shorts today.