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  1. 30 points
    I felt the first stirrings of my bladder as my friend and I moved another inch forward in the line for the ski lift. It was a few years back now and we had both decided to take a weekend trip to go skiing and catch up, since it had been awhile since we last saw each other. Day one, Friday evening, had been great. We’d sipped hot chocolate, laughed, skied, and generally enjoyed getting back up to speed with what was going on in each other’s lives. My usually weak and trouble-causing bladder had behaved all day and overall I was feeling really good about the trip. Now Saturday had arrived and with it the most brutal of weekend crowds. We had tried not to let it get us down, choosing more difficult and taller slopes to go down so fewer people would be present. While it gave us more time to talk it also meant long lines for everything. Long lines for getting our ski passes, long line for the ski lift, and most importantly, long line for the bathroom. I know the risks that come with being at high altitude, skiing, and not paying attention to how hydrated or hungry you were. So, as the responsible human being I thought I was, I made sure to drink plenty of water both during our lunch break and in between runs down the slopes. It started with a bottle of water as we checked in. I sipped on it in line for our pass, again when we sat down in the lounge to gear up, and again after I had slipped my gray snow pants up over my equally gray yoga pants. My packing had been done in somewhat of a rush so the panties I was wearing were an old, white pair, making them just a bit tighter than I normally wear mine. Honestly, it was a disaster waiting to happen. By the time we were done getting dressed up in all our gear I had finished that water bottle and started a new one. Another one was gone shortly after our first run down and so on and so forth until we get to where I began this story. In that god damn ski lift line. Typically, my bladder goes straight from “probably fine” to “you need to pee right now!” and I was somewhat pleasantly surprised to realize it had alerted me before it was urgent. The pleasant quality soon faded once I looked back and realized how far in line we were. There was no way I could step out of line to run to the bathroom. My only way out was through. We weren’t too far from the front anyway so I figured it would be fine. By the time we finally loaded onto the lift I was trying my best not to squirm. Eventually I gave up on that notion and began to wiggle in my seat as subtly as I could. Unfortunately, as anyone else who’s been skiing knows, ski lifts are often rickety at best and every move tends to jostle them. My constant fidgeting was causing the lift to swing just that bit more and it was enough to alert my friend to my situation. “You have to pee don’t you” she said, her voice teasing. “Maybe...” I blushed and looked away from her, suddenly finding the skiers to my right so very interesting. “I should have known,” she laughed, “you’ve got the bladder of a little kid and you’ve been sucking down water like a dying man in a desert all day.” “Oh fuck off! It’s not even that bad” I lied, stilling my motions. She shrugged, throwing her hands up in a gesture of surrender but the shit eating grin on her face didn’t go away. Without squirming my options were limited. I knew that the slope we planned to take was a long one so I decided to grit my teeth and try a new tactic of holding I rarely ever resorted to. I took a deep breath and released a tiny bit into my panties. I felt the fabric dampen a fraction and immediately shut off the flow in instinct but I braved myself again. I slowly let out super after spurt until my crotch was quite warm but I believed I kept it contained to my panties before shutting off the stream for good. After an initial intense wave that came from my bladder’s distress at being cut off, I found myself feeling better. I wasn’t completely better but it was enough for me to get down the slope. At least I hoped so, because there was no way I could release more without doing too much damage to my yoga pants to recover. We finally were off the ski lift and began our descent, my friend and I raced down rapidly and for a moment my need was forgotten. Right up until my ski got caught on something, causing me to wipe out hard. My friends and I had never concerned ourselves too much with wipeouts, although we probably should have. In our minds it was a part of the sport and the bumps and bruises just meant for good stories later. As such, my friend only shot me an apologetic grin, the worry disappearing from her face the minute I threw her a thumbs up. As I landed, however, I had felt my bladder release once more. I quickly clamped it off but not before feeling my crotch grow warmer again and, to my horror, my ass as well. I figured as long as I didn’t let any more escape and kept my snow pants on until we left, my pants would dry and my friend would be none the wiser. I finished the run, bladder momentarily switching out the alarm bells for just ever present tingles, and approached my friend. “I won’t lie to you, I expected you to wet yourself on the ski life or at the very least the slopes” she told me sheepishly. I scoffed, pretending to be offended to hide the fact that in a way she was right. “Yea I know, I know. You’re a grown woman and can handle your own bladder but don’t pretend it’s such a foreign idea. You’ve nearly wet yourself at least 3 times before when we’ve been hanging out.” I blushed at the memories of the times she’d been referring to. Distinctly recalling each episode until my bladder reminded me that think of times I’d left my panties damp or dripping was only worsening my current need. I guess my indignation and possibly my discomfort showed on my face because before I could respond my friend was waving me off. “Yea I know, you sure showed me. I think the bathroom is over there,” She pointed behind her and I nodded before walking over to join the line. I rounded the corner only to find the line was long, at least 10 people ahead of me. I groaned but, upon checking in with my bladder, found it still only tingled thanks to my leaking on the lift and the slope. I tried to recall how many stalls there were in the bathroom and nearly groaned again when I could only remember there being 2 or 3. Overall, I wasn’t too worried because really, 10 people wasn’t that many and my bladder was fine. The line seemed to move at a snail’s pace and I maintained my arrogance for awhile but with 7 people still ahead of me I began to grow nervous, shifting from side to side and biting my lower lip in concern. The line behind me had also grown long and while a few women appeared to be just as bad as I was, the majority seemed to be holding it together. I envied their strength as I went to unfasten my snow pants, hoping this would ease some of the pressure off my bladder and make it faster to remove them when my time finally came. Only 2 people ahead of me and I was right back to desperate. I was squirming, hand buried in my snow pants to grab my crotch as I shifted from side to side, bent at the waist. Finally I was next in line and as I heard a flush from one of the stalls I was equally in agony from the sound and relieved at what it signified. But then a young girl, couldn’t have been older than her last year of high school, raced from a few spots back to in front of me. She clearly was there to spectate and enjoy the lounge instead of ski, judging by her attire. She was wearing light wash jeans and a sweater, the classic snow bunny with her boots on but she was dancing as frantically as I am with a white knuckle grip on her crotch. “Please please please please let me go first!” She begged. I wanted so badly to tell her to go to hell and return to her spot in line so badly. As I opened my mouth to do exactly that I noticed first the tears in her eyes and then the slowly spreading wet stain spreading from her crotch. I bit back my harsh response and nodded, even as her developing accident made the likelihood of me joining her exponentially greater. She thanked me, rushing to the now open stall and ripping her pants and panties down. I could hear her sigh relief and the sound of a forceful streaming hitting the toilet bowl. I wanted to scream. I was happy I’d given the girl relief because she clearly had much more in her system than what had already been staining her jeans when she first pleaded with me, but my own bladder was leaking constantly now and the next stall had yet to open. I heard a flush and before I could react any other way my bladder decided that meant I must already be on the toilet. I was pissing myself. There was no way of sugar coating it and as the stall door opened and I rushed my way to the stall, my movements slow and clunky from my ski boots, part of me knew it was too late. While I had unbuttoned my snow pants I hadn’t unzipped them. As piss rushed its way into my leggings, straight through the soaked panties that clinged to me even more due to their initial tightness, my hands slipped and fumbled with the zipper. I pressed my forehead to the cold metal of the stall door as I eventually gave up. I pulled down my snow pants to assess the damage, noticing that the inside was glistening with my fluids and that per had polled in the bottom by my feet. My pants were unsalvageable. It was bad enough the material was such a light shade, a wet spot was inevitable. One of this magnitude? It was so obvious that I’m sure astronauts would have been able to peer down and see that I had soaked myself. The tightness of my panties had kept the piss trapped against me for longer than my panties usually would, so the stain rose far up my ass, nearly to my waistline. The front faired no better with a similar stain centering on my crotch. There was no bullshitting that I had sat in something. I had obviously and undeniably wet myself. The stain extended all the way down my legs in a long arch and I sighed. I used toilet paper to pat down my dripping panties, soaked leggings, and the insides of my snow pants as best I could before pulling everything back up and exiting the stall. In my embarrassment I had forgotten entirely about the line of other poor women, and the next desperate woman to race past me shot me a glare as she darted into stall I had just been occupying. I washed my hands and noticed in the mirror that right along the seam of my snow pants where my crotch was was a darker patch. My piss had leaked through the stitching to stain the section there. It was small, barely noticeable if one wasn’t looking for it, but it was enough to have me nervous. Embarassed but thinking I could at least avoid total humiliation since it would likely dry before we left, I rejoined my friend. “Better?” She asked, unaware of my plight. “Yea” I said tightly, my mind wandering briefly to the stain on my crotch. We skied awhile longer and I didn’t even look at, let alone drink, another bottle of water the whole time, worried about a repeat performance. Eventually we grew tired and decided it was time to go. Although I had enjoyed my time with my friend, despite the accident, I was ready to leave. My wet leggings and panties had long gone clammy and cold, and I was eager to change into dry clothes once I got home. We dusted the snow off our jackets and snow pants and kicked off our boots. I stood, unbuttoned my snow pants, unzipped them and had begun to pull them down when I froze, my leggings coming to light for the first time since my accident earlier. The entire time I’d been skiing I had assumed they would dry by now. I had no other game plan for getting out of this unnoticed. But faced with my crotch, bent over, snow pants halfway down my thighs, I had realized I was so very, very wrong. Sure, my leggings were no longer dripping, but that was about all that could said. The stain was no longer pitch black but it was still very dark and very visible and before I could even begin to formulate an excuse my friend looked over to me, curious as to why I had stopped replying to her in our conversation. “Oh shit.....” she muttered lowly, as a few others noticed and snickered as they passed by. I wanted to die on the spot, cheeks positively flaming. I knew there was no helping it as I pushed my snow pants the rest of the way down, revealing the full extent of the damage. “I thought you said you made it to the bathroom” my friend trailed off. “Technically I did. I was in a stall but, erm, I wet myself before I could get out of my snow pants” I sheepishly explain, looking anywhere but her. Most people simply avoided making eye contact with me without comment. We gathered our things and awkwardly made our way out the door and to our cars, my wet leggings on full display. It was the most humiliating walk of shame and my goodbye with my friend was awkward to say the least. We still talk and the story is behind us now. She never told anyone else and now it’s just something she teases me for and we laugh about. In the moment though? I wanted nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
  2. 28 points
    Hi everyone. I've gained a bit of confidence since introducing myself a few days ago, and have had some nice welcomes which I'm thankful for. Despite my confidence issues, especially talking about any of this, I do enjoy writing. So hopefully trying to write about myself as a character will make this experience better than any normal conversation people may get out of me. But I want to be able to share freely on here without worrying so I want to break through and share the first time I wet. It started as an accident then... it wasn't. It was back when I was in Year 8 in school, so I was about 12 or 13. I remember the day well as I hadn't drank most of the day and ended up getting dehydrated by lunch time. I had to leave the lesson early before lunch as I was getting dizzy and couldn't concentrate. It was here my friends realised and the teacher advised I go to the medical room to rehydrate. A friend walked me to the medical room. On the way she asked me something that up until that point in my life hadn't made me think about the topic of peeing so much. It was strange. She was trying to make me feel better by joking around and asked, "Have you not even peed today yet". Nothing strange about asking that right? No; but I remember trying to laugh when she said it but my focus went straight to my bladder. My answer was "No", as I hadn't. I even tried to push as if peeing, and there was nothing. Why I instinctively tried to push pee out I don't know. Straight away I was having a mental conversation with myself. 'why did you try and force pee out then?'. Possibly as a result of being in my dizzy state, that was the only thought that kept replying in my mind. Once in the medical room my friend left me and went back to the classroom as there was still about 15 minutes left of the lesson. The nurse asked me what I'd eaten and drank all day and I admitted nothing. What was an innocent lack of hunger early on in the day resulted in me disregarding the need to eat or drink until now. The nurse filled one of those plastic party cups with water and told me to sip at it. Once I finished that cup she refilled it and I continued to sip until lunch. I stayed in the medical room for at least 10 minutes into the lunch break. I'd sipped on and finished about 12 cups of water to re-hydrate myself. I had also started nibbling on my lunch from my bag, which I'd obviously left uneaten all day. So skipping the rest of lunch, I still had two lessons to attend. I felt a lot better and the dizziness had gone. The only issue I had now was I had PE. I never really enjoyed PE for two reasons: One, I'm not the best at sports, and anyone in the same boat as me will know if you're either not good or don't enjoy sports in school - PE can be a very unsatisfactory hour; and two, I didn't want to run around too much and dehydrate myself again. I'd spent most of the lesson staying pretty much out of the way and not playing the game too much, which was netball in the sports hall. About half way through the lesson was when i started to feel a hint of desperation. I almost zoned out and the thoughts from earlier filled my mind again. 'Why did you try to force out pee earlier?'. Compared to trying to play a sport I wasn't enjoying, this new drain of thought was somewhat welcome. I was about 2 on the scale. It crept up on me but it was easy to hold. You know the feeling you get? When you sort of like... tense to hold. I kept doing that. Not that by not holding it would let pee out, but I was tensing and relaxing a few times. Possibly to play with my bladder, but mostly because I was bored as hell. The thoughts were racing again, 'why are you doing this?' "BECCA!" I almost had to shake my head to zone back in as I was shouted at. As I looked up, the ball had just been thrown towards me. I wasn't ready. I didn't know. I wasn't paying attention. The ball came at me and I tried to catch it by hugging it as it came towards me. I failed. Instead, it impacted my stomach and bounced away towards the floor. It winded me and I let out a whimper. As I grabbed my stomach to comfort myself I wanted to cry. It wasn't even a hard impact but it was more due to shock. And the fact I wasn't having fun. and the fact I was ill earlier. It all caught up with me in that moment but I held back the tears and sat out instead. For the remainder of the lesson I sat on a bench hugging my stomach. I bounced my leg as I sat there as the pressure of the impact and me hugging myself was pushing down on my bladder enough to make me more desperate. By the end of the lesson i'd gone from a 2 to about a 4. The teacher gave a bit of a speech at the end of the lesson about teamwork and working together to score, which made us later than usual to get back to change back into normal uniform. Because of this, I didn't get time to use the toilet before the last lesson. In fact, as I write this, it seems odd how all of these small events started to build up to the wetting later - but has helped me remember the day so well. I sat in the last lesson thinking more of my stomach and bladder than I did the work. I remember it being English and we were doing some creative writing task. We were in a computer room and had those padded computer chairs on wheels. I swayed left and right slightly whilst I was sitting. Being quite short I couldn't reach the floor with flat feet, so bouncing my leg wasn't an option. As I swayed the chair left and right I kept squeezing my thighs together trying to concentrate on my work instead of how much I now needed to pee. Compared to how I felt earlier, I was starting to think that if I stopped tensing to hold now I might actually leak. So guess what naive, young me did. I thought it would be a clever idea to do the tense and relax thing again. At first I only relaxed for the smallest of moments which resulted in nothing. But as I carried on doing it I relaxed for slightly too long and dribbled into my underwear. As I panicked and quickly clenched up again I took a sharp inhale of breath and forced my thighs back together. My friend next to me, who I won't name, asked if I was okay. Obviously I said yes and tried to brush off my sudden action. As I held I kept tensing to hold more. As I held tightly then more tightly then less again, I felt the dampened material of my underwear move slightly against me. i was wholly embarrassed but no one knew, did they? No one could possibly know that I had just peed myself a bit. It wasn't much, but it was enough for me to notice I wasn't completely dry down there. Another problem was that having someone sat either side of me there was no way to discretely 'check for damage'. No one would see if my tights had got wet as well, but I was worried about the back side of my skirt. I was working myself up over nothing as when the lesson finished I managed to wipe my hands down the back of my skirt and felt no wet spot, so I was safe. Another problem was that I had to get the bus after school, and they didn't wait around so I once again had no time to use a toilet. By the time I was walking out of school i was a good 7 - 8. You know when you start tensing your face as well? Not that it makes a difference. I sat on the bus bouncing my leg quite hard. With my jacket on I was able to keep my hands in my lap innocently, but keep my hands pushed into my crotch without anyone noticing. I didn't speak much to my friends on the journey. I pretended I still wasn't feeling very well but instead I was focusing on holding. By the time I got off at my stop I was a 9. The 10ish minute walk from the bus stop was torture. I wanted to get home as quickly as possible but walked faster made it harder to hold, so that sucked too. As far as I could tell, the leak from earlier had dried completely but I kept having reoccurring thoughts of the event and the fact I tried to push pee out earlier in the day. My mind was rushing with pee thoughts which also didn't help. I was almost crying by the time I reach the outside of my house. As I reached the front door i put my bag on the floor and rummaged for the house keys. My legs were still tightly pressed together and I was bobbing up and down as I was bent over trying to find the key. You remember I said earlier how all these small events build up to the eventual wetting? Well guess what the next small thing was. I had forgotten my key. I swore at myself, now annoyed as well as desperate, as well as upset from being ill earlier on. I panicked as holding now hurt quite a bit. My Mum wasn't due home for another 40 minutes or so, and my Dad even later. I had no way of getting in. We don't really socialise with the neighbors much so I didn't even consider knocking on their door to stay inside until my Mum got home. This was the first time I ever forgot my key and of course it had to be today. I knew I couldn't hold much longer. Especially not until my mum got home. Even standing up now was proving a challenge as I was bobbing and tensing and clenching so much I must have looked weird to anyone who walked past, not that anyone did, I think. i was going over worst case scenarios. I knew I'd end up peeing somehow before my Mum got home so how would I do it? The front garden is almost covered by thick bushes so I could squat behind them? I didn't want to though. I remember the pain now being nearly unbearable. In between bobbing I struggled to hold well enough and immediately some pee released. I felt the spurt spread over the front of my underwear and dribble slightly down my tights. I nearly started crying again and sort of did a weird skip/trip over to the grass behind the bushes. I didn't have a choice, and my pride would have to take a hit. However, as I leapt over as close to the bushes as possible to keep myself hidden, I felt another spurt escape and this time it leaked down both legs and I felt the dribbles run down both sides of my tights. There was no stopping it now. As I attempted to lift my skirt I had no time to lower my tights and underwear. What started as a leap turned into a squat. As I was uncontrollably peeing the squat turned into me sitting on top of my legs on the grass. I was peeing full force through my underwear and tights. I was crying now too. I kept trying to clench up again but the feeling of the release was too nice to try and stop. I couldn't believe how in one day I could go from not needing to pee at all to now wetting myself in the grass. I didn't know what to do with myself. I started hugging my stomach again, but then kept trying to lift my skirt to prevent getting it wet, but then tried to push myself up off my legs, but I was in such an unbelievable situation I think I was just trying to find something to do other than wet. What was about 20 seconds worth of peeing felt like a lifetime. I remember feeling so bad, but even more relieved. When i had finished I didn't move. I stayed sitting on my legs in the grass. It took me a few minutes to gather my thoughts and I lifted my skirt to inspect underneath. I ran my hands up the inside of my legs and felt where the tights went from dry to saturated against my skin. I could see my white underwear underneath the tights. I think they had butterflies or dots on them or something like that. I pressed against my crotch and felt a slight layer of damp squelch against my and and fingers as I pressed inwards. I pulled away straight away and started tearing up again. I knew there was nothing I could do and still had ages until my Mum came home. I had to wait there in my wet clothes. I eventually stood up and felt my bum. It was saturated. My tights were stuck to my legs and my underwear was stuck to my bum. I looked at the ground and... you wouldn't tell someone just peed there. The only evidence was on my tights and underwear and they were hidden under my skirt, which got a bit wet but I couldn't believe how unnoticeable the incident was when I stood up straight. Now, I don't know why, but what I did next I'm still surprised about today. Well not too much as I'd do the same now, but surprised that I dd it at the time. As i stood there I looked down at the lack of damage the wetting caused to my lower legs and tights. Whether it was due to the fact I had already wet, or I was confused, or for another unknown reason, I pushed and forced my bladder to release again and as expected, the last rush of pee soaked the underneath of my underwear and ran gently down my tights. I remember watching as the wet lines ran down the material towards my shoes. Instead of holding again, I think I'd come to terms with what happened and carried on pushing. There wasn't much pee left but I purposefully let the rest out down my legs. By now I was just mesmerised by what was happening. Like, technically, sort of, I just got away with this. No one is here, no one saw, and by the time Mum gets home it might be less noticeable. I sat myself back down on the grass, again lifting my skirt so I didn't sit on it and create a wet spot. I sat crossed legged straight onto the grass and pulled my phone out to let my Mum know I had forgot my key; not that there was much she could do about it. I remember getting over it all relatively quickly, probably because I knew there was literally nothing I could do about it. But something had awoken. As I sat there for the next half an hour waiting, I kept pushing pee out as I sat there. I took it as a free pass. It had already happened so what difference does it make if I peed again? By the time my Mum got home I'd had a long time to overcome the embarrassment and awful feelings about the wetting. She said I was stupid for forgetting my key but of course I didn't dare mention the accident. As a result of this event, when I went to the toilet to change and clean myself off, this was the first time I ever 'touched myself'. Not properly, but it felt like the right thing to do? It felt like an instinctive reaction. Like I said, it wasn't anything proper or serious but I remember from the event this day was what started me off through my teen years. I didn't fully wet for a while after that day, but did regularly when walking from the bus to get home I would do the holding and relaxing thing. If I spurted, so what? It was never as bad as the day of the full wetting. But this was my 100% fully personal secret thing. I started to enjoy it more and more but didn't dare share anything with anyone. When anything pee related came up in conversation or in class I stayed so quiet that I probably looked guilty anyway. But yes. now I've written than I realise how much I've droned on. So I apologise for that. But hey, I got into the flow of it. No pun intended. Maybe. Becca x
  3. 25 points
    No it wasn't. Staff can tell when you access your own account. Have a nice day.
  4. 24 points
    Hi everyone!! Happy New Year's!! for start this new year i want to share with you this wetting that i've done few weeks ago i held my morning pee for few hours until i get really desperate and cant hold it anymore... so here the result!!
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  6. 21 points
    hi everyone so here its a wetting i've done few weeks ago before come at my parents home for Christmas time... i peed in my jeans and shoes on the floor... very enjoyed do it here some pics
  7. 20 points
    Well probably not my first. I'm certain I peed in my swimsuit when I was a child. Who didn't. Right? But here's the story of the first time I peed in my swimsuit after I realised I liked all this; so on purpose. I should say now, I don't really do swimming. Or any sports for that matter. Unless I have to/had to in school. So, about a year after my last story took place, making me somewhere between late 13 - early 15 (in that gap somewhere) and in year 9, my friends thought it would be a good idea to start making an effort and 'start to look fitter'. Yay... Turns out swimming was the choice we, most of us, agreed on. I remember being apprehensive as the last time I went swimming was on a holiday with my parents before I started secondary school, so about 2 years before this event. I wasn't even a teenager then. I was a kid. I had to go and buy a new swimsuit for this shit. But I agreed. We had planned to go at the end of the same week we had the discussion. It was sometime around midday on the Saturday. I had the rest of the week to go and buy myself a new swimsuit. So one afternoon after school I went into town instead of going home. I texted my mum to let her know, and asked if she'd pick me up once I'm done. I knew I'd be a while as I hadn't bought swimwear in years. What colour did I want? Or look good in? Pfft probably none I remember thinking. One piece or bikini? Definitely one piece. 100% not comfortable with my body for the bikini. But I suppose that was the point we were doing this. I specifically remember not enjoying the whole experience. Firstly getting fitter, secondly admitting I needed to get fitter. I ended up getting myself a black Speedo one piece with pink lines/patches going down the sides with pink bits on the shoulder straps. I thought it was quite cute, and you can't go wrong with black. I still have it now hidden away, purely for... peeing purposes. Shh. Now if you've read my first story and after I realised peeing and wetting myself was a new and strange but exciting thing to do, and sometimes when going home from school I'd purposefully hold and relax go just to feel the damp spot. No one was to ever know but myself. Well, it had been some time since school finished and I'd spent quite a while in town. Being in such a public place automatically prevented me from trying such peeing.. anything, so whilst waiting for my Mum to come and get me I made my way to the closest toilets, which were in McDonalds. Lovely, I know. I remember doing nothing out the ordinary. Also I should say when using public toilets, which are disgusting and horrible and pubey, I always put down toilet paper on the seat as hovering's no fun. So I did that. And you know, peeing on the toilet time is also thinking time. I rummaged through my bag and had another look at the swimsuit. Whether it was the act of peeing at the time, or the semi-dormant pee fetish inside of me, I started thinking what it would be like wet. Obviously swimsuits are designed to get wet, but to pee in it. What would it feel like? Like, it was black and as with tights and leggings it can be difficult to spot wet patches on them if you're not looking for it. See I was learning from my experiences - this is all for science. I was already peeing and changing into it now would be totally impractical as how do your explain to your Mum, or anyone for that matter, that you've just bought a swimsuit and put it on straight away without going swimming? What i did do however, is instead of using toilet paper to wipe, I used the crotch of the swimswuit. The material was nice and smooth, and new. Almost silky but with that nice swimsuit material. Even the inside of it was a silkier than the outside. I pushed and dribbled a bit over the crotch of it as I held it against my crotch. I felt the warmth of the pee soak a piece of it and against my fingers. I remember it being quite a moment. I inspected the swimsuit by holding it by the shoulder straps in front of me. Nope, you couldn't tell. Even up close, it was hard to tell the crotch was now a bit wet, other than how it shined in certain light when moving it around. I remember feeling quite, well horny, there's no other word for it. I pulled my underwear, tights, and skirt back up and left the toilets. It wasn't long before my Mum showed up and I explained what mine and my friends' plan was for this whole swimming thing. She thought it as a brilliant idea... Until she asked to see the swimsuit I bought. Shit. She was driving at the same time she asked so I took advantage of her not being able to hold it. This was the closest, so far, she'd ever come to intruding on my weird peeing life. Even when I'd had my initial accident/fully purposeful wetting in the front garden waiting for her, I'd always managed to get away with her not noticing, or I suppose questioning me, about my dampened underwear or tights or whatever after school some days. Although I never gave her my washing straight away so I always hoped they had dried. I ended up showing her the top of the swimsuit and folding it to show the pink bits on the side. I got away with it, but not so much that I had nearly spiraled into a panic attack for her nearly noticing the still damp patch in the crotch. We got home, it was washed, she never noticed. The end. Until the weekend. I remember feeling excited on the days building to the swimming. I knew I was definitely going to pee in the new swimsuit. But as of yet I didn't know where, or how, or when, or how many times. I remember clearly standing min my bedroom wearing just the swimsuit. Up until now, wearing any clothes hadn't been... anything. I suppose sensual is the word I'm looking for. I remember feeling up and down the material; how it felt round my body, over my chest (yes boobs), my ass and of course my crotch. The difference it would make wearing it wet, even just from pool water, started to feel like an exciting concept. What was I becoming? I put on some fleece lined joggers and a t-shirt and hoodie over the top of it and I was dropped off the the pool. During the car journey there, I was sooo fucking desperate to leak in it. But my joggers were a light grey and I knew any wet spot would give me away. I wasn't desperate to pee, but I had been holding for a while so you know, I could have. Any idea of being here for 'exercise' was out of the window and all I wanted to do was pee in as many different places. I could go over the toilet? In the water? In the slide? In the shower? Changing room? Sitting poolside? I was, well, throbbing slightly. I kept tensing downstairs to cater for everything that I was feeling. Skip forward to my friends being there and all getting into the shower before the pool. The requirements were everyone had to shower before getting in. It was during this a Mum was with her young boy also in the shower bit. I remember the next bit as clear as day. The boy said, "Mum I need to wee" My ears caught this phrase like a dog jumping at the word 'Walk' or 'Food'. "Just go" the Mum told her son. Straight away the little boy looked down and, as he was told, started peeing. It was obvious. There was a yellow tainted stream coming from his shorts. I mean yes he was under a shower but you could tell. I was mesmerised. I stared for a few seconds before I realised I actually was staring and pulled my gaze away but looked out of the corner of my eye. He shook his whole body as he finished and his Mum guided him towards the pool. I couldn't handle it. I tapped my friend and told her I need to pee and I'll be back. I remember asking me if I was serious. I don't know if she expected me to go in the shower or pool, or if she did, but I needed time to myself. I excluded myself to the girls toilets and hid behind the door of a cubicle. I felt like I was coming over in a hot flush. I sat on the toilet and felt my crotch. Obviously I was wet from the shower. I had completely forgot my rule of toilet paper on the toilet seat, but toilet paper and wet body wouldn't have worked anyway. I peed straight through the swimsuit. I leaned back at first taking deep breaths but I looked down to inspect what was happening. There was a shine over the material where the pee was drenching through. It was covering the material, and like a wave hitting the beach then crawling up the sand, I felt the new warm, wet patch move its way down and round my backside. The whole experience was exhilarating. Funny that the only protection I had was the small plastic door between me and whoever was in the toilet outside, and if anyone considered looking under the door would have heard me peeing but seen no swimsuit at my feet. But I felt sort of safe and away from everything in my little bubble of pleasure. Aaaaand this was it. The first time I'd ever masturbated outside of my own home. In public. Like a weird, dirty pervert, I suppose. But shit, I didn't care. I was in the moment. I clenched the soaking material over my chest with one hand and had one hand cupping my vagina as the pee still came out. I moved my hand up and down and then moved to my middle finger, pushing slightly inwards through the material, feeling the pee separate ad spurt outwards slightly. As I gently rubbed with the finger and, probably because I was peeing, felt the spark almost instantly and everything down there pulsated. I had to prevent myself from making a loud inhale, squealing sound. That was quick. I sat there in my pissy swimsuit a little bit out of breath and had the post masturbation dirty peeing feeling of 'what the fuck am I doing?'. I drenched my face in cold water from the taps to try and cool down my red hot cheeks, and to compose myself. I had a quick inspection and realised there was no evidence I had peed. I'm at a swimming pool. Everyone is wet. I rejoined my friends who were now in the pool. Also, having 'done the deed', any desire to pee again for fun had gone. I had suitable catered for that need. The end. Until the changing rooms when we finished. Behind another closed door again I had time to remind myself of all that happened. By this point I was quite tired from the laps my friends insisted we do. I don't get exercise, it's tiring goddamnit. As I dried myself with the towel, I noticed my cubicle had a drain smack back in the centre of the floor. I had a light bulb moment. I knew what it felt like to pee in a wet swimsuit. What if I dried it now the best i could then sit and pee in the drain. Would anyone hear? Would anyone notice? Was this riskier than the what I did in the toilet earlier? All of these things rushed through my mind but at the same time I was frantically trying to dry myself. The decision had already been made. I even took the whole thing off, rinsed it, dried my bare skin, and put it back on again. Once it was as dry as I\m sure I'd get it, I at first squatted over the drain but the position felt unnatural. I was hesitant at first but I went on all fours to look under the tall door and walls. I saw feet but no one being weird and looking this far down. I quickly sat crossed legged over the drain and relaxed. Nothing. I pushed and felt something inside me move; maybe a bladder spasm. I pushed down on my stomach near my bladder to force some out. After some time of trying it was there. I held it for a while, feeling the delight of being on the edge of peeing. I squirmed and fidgeted then relaxed a bit. Again, as before, the front of the crotch glowed in the light as the wave of pee covered the material. I clenched again and rubbed my fingers over the re-dampened material. I let go again. Then clenched. I was cautious as I didn't want anyone to hear the torrent of pee hitting the water in the drain. I heard a few drips myself of the material becoming saturated and letting go what it could. I had pushed and held so much that I needed to now release. So I did. The rest of the pee came out and caused like a pressured layer of pee over the swimsuit. I felt my ass get warm again and looekd around to make sure it wasn't flowing outwards as well as just down into the drain. I was safe for the most part. When I finished I sat for a while. The more I remember this experience, the more I realise I was sat on a disgusting, public pool floor where anyone could have stepped or even peed themselves. I felt a bit ew, but I could feel I was sat in a puddle of my own pee. So for the time being it was my ew and I could deal with that. No extra fun this time though. I dried myself off, changed into normal underwear and what I wore to the pool, went home, had it all washed, nothing was thought of it, peed in it every time I wore it. The end. The real end. Becca x
  8. 19 points
    So i went out to do some christmas shopping and forgot completely about afternoon traffic. I had a couple of coffees and wasnt concerned about using the bathroom since i was close to home so i left town to go gome a couple hours later already needing to pee. At the start i knew it was only 20 minutes from home and i would be fine. Then the traffic hit and i knew my eta would keepgoing up. 20 minutes passed and i had barely moved. At this point the girl in the car next to me was kind of obviously needing to pee xD. But she ended up taking the highway east so i only saw her for a bit. Soon an hour went by and I really had too pee. I had my legs slammed together and was trying desperstly to hold it. I was halfway back and hoping that the traffic would clear and i could get home. Then i felt the first spurt. A little bit of liquid slowly came out and dampend my panties. I knew i was getting to the edge of my control at that point. Traffic started to get a little faster for a couple minutes and I got very hopeful just to be greated by more red tail lights. Great. My heart sank and another spurt found its way out. I could feel the wetness slowly spreading. I was doing anything to hold it. I was so close. I felt a small dribble form and then a long spurt came out. The crotch of my jeans was a little bit damp and my panties were soaked. I was struggling so hard to keep it in. I was only a couple miles from home. Then the traffic started to speed up. I was heading home! I still really needed to pee however and every bump i hit a little spurt would come out. When i pulled into my driveway i got out of my car and as soon as a stood up a long spurt shot out of me. The crotch of my jeans were wet and i felt pee starting to go down the insides of my legs. I was so close. Every little step i made i went a little. I opened up the bathroom door and a flood erupted from between my legs. I yanked my jeans down and peed a massive amount into the toilet. The relief was amazing. Tip: dont wear jeans with a belt if you may need to get them off quickly. It is quite difficult xD Tip #2: traffic sucks. I hope you enjoyed my story!
  9. 16 points
    Heyyy everyone!!! It feels like it's been ages since I've written anything, but to make up for it, I have my crowning pee achievement so far!! I FINALLY ATTEMPTED A URINAL!!! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed doing it (though I hope it's a bit less messy for you )!! Now that I've proofread everything, I recognize I may have gotten a little carried away in my excitement and may have written a little too much! If you're just here for the pee and don't want the background/buildup, skip right to paragraphs 8 and 9! So, it was my birthday yesterday (technically, since it's the wee hours of the morning now) and I decided I was going to do something really awesome to celebrate the big 2.4. As it turns out, the surrounding circumstances were perfect. My parents live in another city pretty far away, but they like to have everybody back home for the holidays, which works out really nicely because I, in turn, get to have everybody around when I celebrate growing older. They don't have a super big place, but they invite a bunch of us, so many end up in a nearby hotel. I could've taken my childhood room, of course, but I like to have my own space at the end of the day (and who doesn't want free room service?), so I opted for the hotel and let someone else have my old room. It was a full night of celebration with family, which was nice, but I knew in the back of my mind that I was going to do something...taboo...afterward, so I drank tons of water for the last few hours. Toward the end, I was going to the bathroom so much that my sister teased me, saying I must have a UTI or something. Little did she know what was really going on . To cut to the chase, it was about 1AM when we all went our separate ways to turn in for the night. Everybody else who was staying at the hotel had gone back around 11 to go to bed, so I didn't have to worry about an awkward encounter with a family member. I peed, like a normal good girl, in the toilet before I headed out, then hopped into my car and drove to the hotel, about 15 minutes away. A few nights before, I scouted the place out to see what opportunities may be available. I was in luck. In a wing off of the lobby, there was a small bar/recreation room tucked away. It wasn't particularly crowded even during the day, so at night, it was always totally deserted. Drinks always equate to urination, so there were two nearby bathrooms: A women's room and, more importantly, a men's room. I was already surging with excitement by the time I pulled into the parking lot. I pulled my keys out of the ignition and dropped them. When I leaned over the pick them up, I noted that my hands were trembling as a result of both the cold and my adrenaline. I drank sufficiently enough to have a mild urge to pee from just the brief trip over, but I wanted to let it build a bit before committing. First, I went up to my room and dropped off all of my things. The corridors were, thankfully, totally vacant. Everything was going perfectly. Afterward, I snuck around the hotel to ensure the cleaning crew wasn't going to be an issue. The only people I saw were the employees at the front desk in the lobby. These activities managed to burn through another 10 or so minutes, so I definitely had to go now. I dashed to the recreation center with a ridiculous grin on my face. There it was. I froze and stared at the door to the men's room for a brief moment, still smiling stupidly. I'm really glad nobody walked in at that moment because it probably would've been pretty creepy! With a final glance around I charged at the door, half expecting it to be locked because everything else had gone so smoothly. To my delight, it wasn't! It's a weirdly surreal feeling to be in the restroom of the opposite sex. On one hand, you know it's just four walls with some porcelain fixtures and it shouldn't be a big deal. On the other hand, it's amazing to rebel against the social behavior that has been drilled into you your entire life. The door shut quietly behind me and I soaked in what was before me as if I were looking at a beautiful sunset rather than some appliances intended to collect urine. Maybe this description is a bit extreme, but to be fair, it was at least much cleaner than the other men's room I visited before . There were two stalls, two sinks, and two urinals. My options certainly were open, but anybody can pee in a stall or into sink on any day. I was here for the urinals, but an unexpected choice presented itself: The tall one or the short one? Before picking one, I checked to see if I could lock the door, just as an extra precaution. Unfortunately, I couldn't, but I wasn't about to let that stop me. My bladder was becoming quite vocal and I was about to relieve it into one of these urinals. I probably put too much consideration into which urinal to use, but I wanted to make sure my "first time" was just right . With my jeans still in place, I stood in front of each one and put my crotch over the protruding lip, contemplating. Despite having practiced hundreds of times in the shower, I had no idea what I was doing--even setting aside the fact that my later practice runs were a moderate success at best. Undeterred, I finally picked the taller one, figuring it would be easier to align myself and that there was less distance for something to go terribly wrong. My hands were shaking as I undid my jeans. I clearly wasn't going to be a marksman tonight. I slid my pants and panties down below my knees, baring my butt toward the rest of the bathroom. How awkward would it be for someone to walk in now? I thought, but quickly dismissed. I spread my legs a little and put my lady bits over the lip of the urinal, trying to gauge just how to manage this. This isn't going to work. I crouched in front of the urinal to undo my shoes so I could full remove my pants and panties. Wearing nothing but socks from my waist down, I clumsily traipsed across the men's room, praying nobody would walk in as I flashed my vulva all around, and put my clothes onto the counter by the sinks. I returned to the urinal for my second aiming attempt. I really had to go now. I huddled as closely as I could to the urinal, spread my legs a bit more, and thrust my hips forward, being extra careful not to come into contact with the porcelain. This awkward position only emphasized my trembling. I tried a few other positions including propping my leg up on the privacy divider and approaching it from an angle, but nothing really seemed fail-proof. Knowing I needed to pick before either my bladder decided for me or somebody walked in on this insanity (or worse, both), I opted for spread legs and forward hips. I've seen pictures and videos of superwomen who are able to pee practically like a guy, but I figured round 1 wasn't going to be quite that graceful for me. With my legs spread unnaturally widely, my hips thrust uncomfortably far forward, and my whole body trembling, I moved my hands to my lady bits. Using both hands, I delicately spread my labia, hoping to clear the path of any obstruction. Without being able to see down there, however, I had no clue what I was doing. "Well, here goes," I muttered to myself and bit my lip. Nothing happened. Despite having to pee really badly and applying pressure to my muscles below, I couldn't even produce a drop. If I have to stand here until my bladder gives in to fatigue, I don't care. I am going to use this urinal! I stood there for what felt like hours, listening to the ticking of my watch shatter the silence every second. My legs were getting sore from being in such a strange position, but finally, a jolt of pee spat into my target! I giggled loudly like a little girl before remembering where I was and shutting up. It was only a brief spurt, but it was enough to get things moving. Before long, it was spurt after spurt and, at last, a steady stream. I was amazed at myself! It was ridiculous, but glorious! Here I was, AT LAST, totally butt-naked from the waist down, with the exception of my socks, totally exposed, in the middle of the men's room, my hips pushed forward, with my urethra shooting pee into a URINAL!! I couldn't see what was happening below, but it seemed to be working! Warm, clear urine cascaded from between my legs and spattered satisfyingly into the fixture below. This urinal was tall enough that I felt a warm mist deflecting back up onto my hands and crotch, but I was too afraid to adjust (guys, do you ever experience this?). It wasn't perfect, of course. The occasional drop would dribble onto one of my thighs and my fingers were dampened every now and then, but I was too engrossed in what I was accomplishing to care. It wasn't long, however, before my trembling and muscle fatigue began to get the best of me. What was the occasional stray drop quickly became the occasional stray spurt. Regardless, I was extremely proud of myself for attempt #1. That is, until I heard a noise behind me. I was so enthralled, I forgot I was in a position of potential immense embarrassment. I immediately shot my head around to see who was there. This, of course, threw off everything down below. My "aim" went awry and one of my fingers slipped, causing my urine flow to become obstructed. At this stage in the game, there was no stopping the train of urine now cascading rapidly down my legs, drenching my socks, and pooling onto the once-clean floor. So many things were happening at once, I nearly lost track. In the brief second I glanced behind me, I noted that there was nobody there...the sound I'd heard was a creak of the building. I literally just peed all over myself because the building was settling . With relief on that account, I diverted back to the new disaster: remedying the mess between my legs. Honestly, there was no point. The damage was done and I might as well have finished urinating all over myself, but in the spur of the moment, I wanted to fix it. I quickly pulled back my labia again, this time soaking my hands pretty thoroughly and splattering fluid all over both the interior and exterior of the urinal. After a brief struggle and a big mess, I finally managed to regain control for the last few seconds of stream, proudly finishing up with a few solid spurts straight into the urinal...as my legs glistened with evidence of my failure. My heart was pounding tremendously. I surveyed the disaster. When I finally took it all in, I laughed hysterically and probably physically glowed with pride. I glanced around for paper towels to begin cleaning myself up. Shoot. They didn't have any. After probably half a roll of toilet paper, I was dry. I made my way back to the sink where my clothes were, my head practically divided into two with a smile. Before grabbing my clothes, I stepped back far enough to see down to my knees in the mirror. I relished in seeing female anatomy in such proximity to a urinal (it never gets old!). For good measure, figuring a little more mess wouldn't make a big difference, I spread my legs and let out another spurt of pee--what had managed to collect in the few minutes I used to clean up--onto the floor. It was funny to see it from a third person perspective. I wiped myself dry again, washed my hands (as if it made a difference with my lower half having been totally soaked in bladder juices moments before), and begrudgingly donned my clothes, sans socks. Not wanting to leave the site of my triumph, I paced back to the urinal for one last look. There was a lot of urine beneath it and the outer side of the lip was splattered with pee. It looked like some drunk guy didn't even try to hit the mark. I quivered with excitement and finally departed, not encountering a single soul on my journey back to my room. I was unbelievably turned on. I wanted to pee all over everything and pleasure myself like there was no tomorrow, but I saved it until I got a warm bath ready, in which I alternated between masturbating and peeing directly in the water whenever I accrued anything in my bladder. I, of course, showered after to get properly cleaned, and then immediately came to my computer to write this up. I hope you all enjoyed it!!! I can still hardly believe I FINALLY DID IT!!!!!
  10. 14 points
    here's a clip I found of a Dutch girl wetting her pants and then showing off her accident. She talks directly into the camera to you/the viewer. The set-up is she's making a little dirty film for someone and as she gets home she has a tiny little accident in her pants. She makes a bit of drama about how embarrassed she is and how dirty she feels. She then procedes to undress and to clean herself up revealing her dirty knickers. What I realy love about it, appart from her staged embarrasement is that she talks about her accident in Dutch which to me is a major turn-on. ok, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did nederlands.mp4
  11. 14 points
    I am an omorashi lover who prefers videos that include explicit verbal references (or "dirty talk" if you like to call it this way) regarding the desperation and/or wetting that can be witnessed. I really like to hear women talk about their urge to pee or even mention that they are about to lose it. My native language is German and I have access to a bunch of videos from the (semi-)amateur German porn site "mydirtyhobby" that, as you all probably know, offers a lot of pee content too. So I decided to regularly share a few of them - and include self-made subtitles, hoping that this way English speakers can enjoy the language in these videos too. Of course: If you like the videos, I recommend to become a member of Mydirtyhobby and buy a few of them. There's a lot of great content added each day and supporting those amateurs will keep it this way. The first video is an old one by PoppSylvie from 2013 called "Extremdruck!! In die Jeans gepisst" or "Extreme pressure - pissed my jeans" in English. It features poor Sylvie with a full bladder on a highway rest area that obviously doesn't have a toilet. It's my first attempt on creating my own subtitles and so I chose a video with only a few lines of text - still a great one I think. I'm happy to receive constructive feedback. I'll try to post a few more in the next few days. And if one of you has a good German omorashi video for which he always wanted to know what the actors were saying, feel free to post it in here and ask for a translation. I'll be happy to create subtitles whenever I find the time. PoppSylvie - Extreme Pressure (English subs).mp4
  12. 14 points
    You have earned (1) free banhammer! Congratulations!
  13. 13 points
    WARNING: THIS CONTAINS MESSING AND PANTY POOP. DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE THIS KIND OF THING!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! So here is the largely requested poop desperation content. Some of it is less desperation and more panty poop but hope you all enjoy it. So a lot of it can be found on tumblr. I try to post that kind of content on my tumblr which is poopypantsaudrey. Another great source for poop desperation on tumblr is Katannauk. She posts great pictures and stories of poop desperation. https://katannauk.tumblr.com/ There is a lot of great poop content on xpee's panty poop section. http://www.xpee.com//videos/category/25/panty-poop But if you dont want to sort through all of that her are a couple good ones http://www.xpee.com/video/24528/panty-poop-desperation http://www.xpee.com/video/1460/desperate-girl-pooping-in-her-own-panties http://www.xpee.com/video/20821/desperate-wife-has-to-poop-in-pantyhose Also here is a story i stumbled upon. maybe you would enjoy it. https://www.wattpad.com/161305044-sasha's-desperation-the-rush/page/2 As i find more content i will post it. There may be content on xvideos or pornhun but im not sure. Please feel free to post more content in the comments. Thanks guys. -Audrey
  14. 13 points
    Tags are there for a reason, this is a video under the 'Diaper and Ageplay' category, so your point is inappropriate, these dividers already exist. There is a debate as to whether diaper wetting constitutes Omorashi, one which can be brought up in a civil manner. However, shaming others for their kinks and using the language that you have used is not appropriate. This forum is well known for its friendly, welcoming, and supportive content, and I've always loved it for that. I don't appreciate your degrading this tradition with your language. I will also correct your writing, so that you can learn better for next time (my edits in italics): Omorashi is omorashi [circular reasoning, provide a proper definition if you are trying to establishing what constitutes a category], not mentally handicapped things like ABDL [remove: illogical and rude kink-shaming, also incorrect] , [sentence fragment, missing linking word, also some might quibble with your use of commas here] scat out of which [subject missing] should create categories in the forum [comma missing] dividing contents with omorashi theme[s] [also clarify what this means, see first comment] and themes [missing word] nothing related to omorashi. Given that there are some issues with sentence, here is something that you could have considered posting instead: I would like to start a conversation about what constitutes Omorashi and what does not, and how this material is organized on this site. I would like to propose the following definition of Omorashi: [definition follows]. For content that does not meet these criteria, I recommend that we sort it in the following way: [propose solution]. I believe we should do this for the following reasons: [present reasons]. What do people think? I expect to see something like the above. Rachel
  15. 13 points
    Hi everyone some people here told me that they was interested about stories where i was desperate for pee and i just made it to the toilet So today I thought that I will share this one with you... im sorry for my bad English It’s happened 10 years ago when I was 18 years… its was winter and Its was during my first year at the university. I was living in the dorm of the campus so my room was very close to the university so for lunch time I always come at my room for eat because I don’t really like eat at the cafeteria since there a lot of people and noise. This day, like every day I going at my room and ate my lunch and drink water while checking my facebook and email.. Anyway before return at class I of course go to bathroom… I always go to bathroom before going out because I don’t want to have to pee somewhere that its could be hard to find bathroom, it’s just an habit so… I going at my class everything goes well except that I started to need to pee just about 15 min after the class was started!! I don’t understand why I already needed to pee since I were going to bathroom before the class and I was don’t drink much then usually. At first I ignore my need to pee and tried to stay concentrated at the lesson. Though my need to pee grow quickly and the lesson same to be interminable… of course we were allow to go out anytime if we need bathroom or whatever… but im a very shy girl and for me its was out of question to get up and leave the class! So I tried my best to held it for the rest of the lesson… Since im very shy and don’t want nobody noticed that I had to go so I just held it with squeezing my thighs together under the table and I was a bit squirmy on my chair!! Anyway the lesson was finally end and I was happy to end up be able to go to bathroom. Though in my way for the bathroom I passed in front of the secretary office and since I had some paper to sign there I thought that I will do it quickly. It’s was an error because I had to wait like seemed me an eternity before it was my turned. At this point I was so desperate that I think it’s was maybe a good idea to told to the secretary that I have to go to the bathroom and I will come back after but my shyness prevent me for saying that.. I thought that I was about to pee my pants right there. Despite of that I waited for sign these papers. I was pretty squirmy and hoped nobody noticed that I have to pee! When I was done in the secretary office I walk right to my room for finally be able to pee… I walked quickly and I feel that I could lose it in any time but I still thinking that I can make it at my room. Though when I passed where the bathroom were in the hall I feel a little leak in my panties and I knew that I will never make it at my room. I then turn back and going in this bathroom. I quickly pull down my jeans and panties that were a bit wet after my leak and I peed for probably more than minute, it’s felt so good to finally being able to empty my bladder. After I come back at my room and I realized that I’ve been close to have an accident and that I would never make it if I were not go in this bathroom in the hall way Even though its happened 10 years ago i remember this day as well as is was yesterday and i think i will remember it for long time because i like thinking about it and i also like to fantasize about what would have happened if i would wet myself
  16. 12 points
  17. 12 points
    I’m still new on here so I apologize if I’m not great at writing stories yet but I have enjoyed reading everyone else’s so I thought I should contribute what happened to me last week. As a background I’m 5’5” 135 pounds and a gymnast so I’m pretty athletically built. I have brown hair & hazel eyes and I was wearing black skinny jeans, tall black boots, no panties, and a cream sweater. Anyways, it was a pretty typical morning and I had not planned on holding today. I got up, got ready and went to work as a receptionist for my half day shift. I drank two 32 oz water bottles throughout my shift. It was only a half day so I was leaving work at noon. I didn’t realize I had to pee as it was a busy day until I stood up and walked outside into the cold. Even so I was only about a 6/10 which isn’t bad at all so I decided not to go back inside to pee and instead headed to the salon where I was meeting my friend to get our toes done. I grabbed a 24 oz Red Bull Italian soda from my favorite coffee shop on the way as a pick me up. When I arrived I had planned on using the bathroom before I sat down in the massage chair but when I walked in the lady motioned me over to the chair next to the one Katie was already sitting in. I was too shy to ask to be shown to the bathroom when she seemed to be in a hurry and didn’t speak great English. I sat down and figured I would be desperate but I could definitely make it through the 30-40 minute pedicure. I finished off my red bull pretty quickly. My desperation was growing faster than I thought and the nail technicians had not even gotten too us yet. They were just letting us wait in the massage chairs with our feet soaking in the hot water. I could feel every movement of the massage chair in my bladder but didn’t turn it off knowing Katie would be suspicious if I turned it off. I’ve always wanted to tell her about my fetish but never have been able to so I didnt want her to know how badly I had to pee. My desperation was a 7-8/10 and just as I was going to work up the courage to ask for a towel to dry my feet so I could go pee the woman sat in front of my chair and asked my color and got too work. I turned my massage chair off at this point as the vibrations on my bladder were too much. I enjoy holding usually but did not want to have a public accident. My sweater covered the button and zipper portion of my jeans so I was able to unbutton my jeans while Katie was choosing a color and not paying attention to me. This provided a little bit of relief. Still I was fighting the urge to squirm in my chair and I was starting to get sweaty palms as I do when I get really desperate and nervous I might not be able to hold it. Each time she had me move a foot in and out of the water I shifted a little to hold it in. I wasn’t wearing panties so I knew any leak would show on my jeans. Finally she was putting the top coat on my nails. Unfortunately it’s winter here so I knew I would be stuck for awhile longer since my toes had to completely dry to go back in boots. Katie had finished about ten minutes before me and she was getting her fingernails done also so she was now at a station across the room and my nail tech was gone so I allowed myself one quick grab under my jeans and also undid the zipper. I would say I was at an 8/10 now and that grab also turned me on so now I was extremely desperate in public and turned on. Oh how I wished I could make it home so I could have more fun with it but I thought there was no way I could make it home. Finally she told me I could put my shoes on and motioned me to the counter to pay. I shifted side to side on my feet hoping it wasn’t noticeable and quickly gave them my card. I said a quick goodbye to Katie and headed out into the lobby where the bathroom they shared with other businesses were located across the hall. As soon as I was in the hall I could finally hold myself as no one was around. I reached the bathroom finally and reached for the door but it was locked. I knocked and heard a woman’s voice say occupied. I knew I couldn’t just stand there pee dancing in the hall so I headed to my car. As soon as the cold air hit me a small spurt shot into my jeans. I quickly got in the car knowing it would be a short 10 minute drive home and I could make it. I sat on a hand size towel I keep in my car to clean up spills or anything. Knowing I could not ruin my seats I could only let out one or two spurts on the small towel. I shoved my right hand in my jeans as I pulled out and surprisingly the pressure helped a lot. Continuing to hold and massage with my right hand I realized how turned on I was but knew that finishing would mean instantly peeing myself. I cannot cum with a full bladder and not release it. So I took my hand away and continued squirming in my seat for the last few minutes. As soon as I pulled into the driveway I jumped out of the car and did a pee dance trying to wait for the garage to open. Another long leak came out. I ran holding myself to the bathroom I couldn’t even get my pants down before I started peeing walking into the bathroom so I got into the bathtub as it streamed out of me. It felt so good to let go I couldn’t help but massaging my sore bladder and then clit as I peed in my jeans until I had one of the best climaxes I’ve ever had. I was just happy I made it out of the nail salon and didn’t ruin my car seats. Thanks for reading everyone! I would love to here your feedback so I can use it in future stories since this was my first one :)
  18. 12 points
    Had an impromptu chance to try wetting them sitting down.... I wasn’t planning anything when hubby called me out to take a quick spin on the snowmobiles the other day However, after a couple laps around the trail I realized I kinda needed to pee, and once the idea was in my head, could. not. get. it. out...so I thought what the heck. I already know the snowpants don’t leak, and seemed the perfect opportunity. Was a little challenging concentrating on driving, keeping up to hubby, and also relaxing enough to let out a little leak, but in the interest of testing out wetting the snowpants whike sitting down, I persevered......and it was totally worth it! It was amazing, so warm and wet around my butt...plus I really didn’t have to go that bad so it was easy to start and stop, letting out little spurts at a time. Finally we headed back, and I was a liiiiitttttttlle nervous, hoping there wouldn’t be a puddle on the seat of the snowmobile lol. Thankfully the snowpants held up fantastically, and I took the opportunity to leak a little more into them on the walk back to the house, although I coukd fairly quickly feel it running down my legs, cutting my fun a bit short. I did manage to slip into the bathroom with them still on, and completely soak them, leaving me standing in my soaked socks in two little puddles of pee...... So ya, sitting down is a definite plus!! Still gotta work on the standing up lol.....
  19. 12 points
    I made a post a little while back, describing the first time I ended up accidentally wetting my myself but a couple of days later I realized that it wasn’t technically my first accidental wetting!.. This story is not going to be nearly as detailed as my other story as this episode happened about ten years ago, when I was about 12-13 years old… It was back in my schooldays and I remember that we were going on a field trip in a forest. It was a warm summer day and we had to drive for hours in a bus to get from the school and out to some boy scout lodge, where we would begin the hike… Knowing me at that time, I was probably wearing a loose, mid-thigh long skirt and most likely a tight merchandise t-shirt with Ramstein or Metallica on the front… As we arrived at the lodge, we were told use the bathrooms there if we had to as it would be the only restrooms we would see for quite a while. As it was a warm and sunny day, I had frequently been sipping water doing the ride, in order to stay hydrated and I remember that I had to pee a little bit, not a lot but enough that I thought it would be a good idea to pee while I got the chance… However, at that age I had quite a shy bladder (still kinda has) and I normally had to pee quite a lot in order to use a public restroom… Having decided to try anyway, I spent 5-10 minutes with my panties around my ankles, desperately trying to ignore the sound of girls talking, toilets flushing and toilets stalls opening and closing, before I finally gave up… I felt alright as we set off on what would end up being quite a long walk but after a couple of hours with hiking and frequent water sipping, I found myself having to pee quite a lot… I had the situation under control but could defiantly use a bathroom break!.. After a while we reached an opening in the forest where we would take a break and eat our lunch. With no toilet in sight and nothing but smaller trees around, I did my best to convince my bladder that I could hold it until we came back to the lodge, however the growing urge soon made it clear that I would have pee somewhere in the forest if I wanted to keep my panties dry!.. Having never tired peeing outside before, I wasn’t very keen on the idea of having to squat down somewhere and expose my private parts, especially not as most of the other kids were running around area, playing and such… Willing to do almost anything for a proper toilet I knew that I had no choice and with a couple of paper napkins in my pocked, I started walking in between the trees on my quest to find a private spot. I had to pee sooo bad and the thought of finally getting to pee only made it worse… With one had between my legs I continued into the forest but no matter how far I walked, there seemed to always be someone nearby so when I finally felt that I was far enough away for anyone I could see, I quickly lifted up my skirt pulled down my panties before I squatted down and finally started peeing… The feeling of relieve was amazing! But fearing that someone would accidentally get close to me and see me in this very intimate moment, I was busy looking around to see if anyone was coming in my direction and it was first when I was almost done peeing that I finally looked down just to realize that I was peeing directly into my pulled down panties!.. I quickly pulled them out of the way but my panties were already completely soaked in pee… Very annoyed by the situation I had no idea whether to take off my panties or leave them on and it was mostly the fear of someone looking up my skirt and seeing my naked crotch that make me keep the panties on… I clearly remember the uncomfortable feeling of pulling up my panties and feeling the wet fabric sticking to my crotch and even though they dried relatively fast, my wet panties worked as a constant reminder of my embarrassing accident, every time I took a step…
  20. 11 points
    Slightly warmer today.....only minus 10 lol, minus 23 with the windchill so I just had to wear my whole snowmobile suit. The pants are super thickly padded, lined with an extra layer of fleece on the butt, down to the knees....waaaay thicker than my other snowpants! I still layered up a bit, base layer of panties and ankle socks, second layer of grey leggings and knee socks, followed by fleece lined black leggings and another set of knee socks. Add the thick snowpants and I felt very very well padded.... Of course I had to pee, and the cold plus the anticipation just made it worse. I barely got out of my yard before I couldn’t resist crossing my legs and letting out a tiny little leak...mmm...amazing I walked on, leaking little tiny dribbles occasionally, trying to take it slow, although the padding and layers seemed to be absorbing a lot. At about the halfway point, I took a little break and sat down on a fallen log at the side of the path. I couldn’t resist the opportunity and so I just let go and peed my pants for a good 5 seconds straight, which made for a delightfully warm puddle under my bum. I wiggled around in my wet pants a minute, then once it seemed all soaked in, kept on walking...and leaking... and walking...and leaking.... The snowmobile pants felt fantastic, so very padded, with all the layers it reminded me of being a kid bundled in so many layers you can hardly walk, legs rubbing together at every step, but in this case, they were seriously wet, which made it significantly more fun...mmmm And the best part? Success - Very very wet pants, dry cozy feet!!
  21. 11 points
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  22. 11 points
    I’ve been posting a lot since coming back! !!!! I was gone for so long I feel the need to catch you all up to speed on the adventures I have had in my absence. Hopefully this is not too much of a “content dump” for everyone —————————————————— Another trip with my friends went awry while I was away from this lovely website a couple months ago. I was with two of my guy friends and one of my girl friends, we’d driven about an hour away to go see the latest Star Wars movie since we bought the tickets late and our local theater had been sold out. Whenever the drive is longer than 20minutes, I have fallen into the habit of going to the bathroom just before leaving regardless of whether I believe I have to go or not. I had pulled an all-nighter the day before in order to finish a final paper and had mostly been running on coffee, fumes, and sheer willpower all day but I knew this would be a welcome break even if it meant staying up a little later and having to sleep in more if I wanted to catch up on those z’s. So I followed my safe routine of running to the bathroom, then happily got in the car with my friends and went to the theater. For those of you who don’t know, the latest Star Wars was an incredibly well done and incredibly long movie. We all had of course bought popcorn and so I grabbed a bottle of water to wash it down with. There is nothing worse than getting a kernel stuck in your throat and having nothing to wash it down with. Eventually we all made our way out of the theater, and while excited and pleased about the movie I was also dead on my feet. I had polished off my water bottle and the effects of the coffee I’d had earlier in the day had long since worn off. In short, as much as I loved my friends, I was ready to get my ass home. We piled back into the car, me occupying the back seat with one of the guys, while my other companions rode up front. I dimly realized I had forgotten to take my pre-drive bathroom break before promptly passing out in the backseat. I awoke sometime later, only 10minutes away from the campus parking lot. I felt my bladder make myself known but wasn’t too worried considering how close we were. As we’re nearing 5 minutes away, the guy next to me chirps “better hurry, I know this one has gotta go potty!” I scoffed indignantly despite his being right as my girl friend quickly jumped to my defense. “Oh don’t be a dick. Could you sound any more patronizing?” “Ok you’re right I’m being an asshole, but cmon, this little guy” he poked my bladder to emphasize his point and I tried not to outwardly react “has a bad habit of getting our girl into trouble.” I rolled my eyes, “I’m fine” I huffed. He backed off with a somewhat apologetic smile. I knew it was silly but at that moment I became determined not to show I had to pee as long as any of the three were around in hopes of saving face. I even took note of the length of my jacket and darkness of my jeans. The jacket extended past my waist, over my butt, and I knew it would cover any minor leaks, although I hoped it wouldn’t come to that. The jeans were far from black and would definitely show a stain but it may not be an obvious one since they were a darker, more classic denim blue. My bladder was already slowly betraying me as I hopped out of the car but I was determined. My pride would not allow me to show my struggle. I walked upright, hands at my sides, and took long strides, chatting with my friends as if nothing was wrong. I was the only one who lived off campus, although a few would walk in my direction, but by my estimates I shouldn’t have to walk with any of them for longer than 5-10minutes. I fought valiantly and as the edge of campus drew nearer and 2 of my friends peeled away with a wave, I thought for sure that I was going to make it. My bladder was beginning to really sound the alarm but the edge of campus finally approached and I turned to my last friend, the one who’d made the first comment on my bladder. “So this is you huh?” I ask, barely suppressing the urge to dance on the spot. “Actually I. I feel bad about my comment earlier and it’s super late. I’ll walk you home you’re still another 20minutes away right?” he responds. “Oh no don’t worry about it! You were joking and it’s not that bad of a walk and” “I insist. Let me do this for you” he insisted, smiling at me. I mentally steeled myself and prepared for the rest of the walk home. We walked and talked and although I did my best to press my thighs together with each step, I showed no outward signs of desperation. With 10 minutes left though I was struggling and felt the first few leaks hit my panties. I pressed on, doing my best to maintain conversation despite the situation rapidly unfolding in my bottoms. At 6 minutes left I was stopped in my tracks as a giant leak burst forth. I quickly regained control but could feel that I had soaked my crotch and ass quite a bit. When my friend shot me a quizzical look I merely shook my head and explained that for a moment I had panicked thinking I’d forgotten my key. He rolled his eyes at my antics and then continued on none the wiser. By 2 minutes, although I hadn’t fully unleashed the torrent, what was coming out could no longer be considered a leak. I was consistently peeing a small stream. My crotch was constantly warm, tiny rivers making their way down the insides of my quivering legs and still I chattered on as if nothing was wrong. Eventually we finally reached my building and I waved goodbye to my friend. He paused, as if about to ask something, confusion marring his face, but before his gaze could lower to below the hem of my jacket I quickly repeated my goodbye and slammed he door to the apartment lobby shut behind me. Immediately the full torrent started, pouring full force into my jeans. I didn’t even bother trying to stop it, simply leaning both hands against the door in front of me and spreading my legs wider. Piss cascaded down my inner thighs all the way to my ankles and the width was expansive. When the flow stopped I breathed out a sigh of release. It was late enough that the lobby was empty so I simply made my way to my place. Perhaps I should’ve been more ashamed of what I had just done. And yes there was a bit of that. But I was mostly just grateful I had managed to last until I had reached the safety of my building.
  23. 11 points
    hi everyone i can't believe what i've done today... i waking up and i decided to hold my morning pee... i drink coffee and bottle of water i was very desperate... i decided that i want to wet my light pink skinny jeans so i dress up and then i had an idea... i want to wet myself on my balcony where there alot of snow!!! so i did it... its not a very public wetting but im a bit afraid if someone see me... I still cant believe i really did it
  24. 10 points
    Hey guys! This is my first post here in this wonderful website. I've been lurking for years now but I finally experienced something that might be worth posting. Do you guys like backstories? I'm a 19 year old girl from Portugal that finally got enough money from working at her shitty job to finally make the trip of her dreams. Italy was always a place I would like to visit, with their amazing culture and breathtaking monuments. I'm staying in Rome at the moment in a cheap ass youth hostel... I share a semi- decent sized room with about 10 boys and girls, most of them wear underwear around the room which makes me somewhat aroused and which in turn makes me incredibly embarassed. It was all fine and dandy when I arrived at the said Youth Hostel; I shily said my "hi's" to the boys and girls, got my clothes in my side of the closet and went straight to sleep as I was very very tired. I woke up the next day with people talking loudly and decided to leave for my trip early in the morning. I waited ages in line to take my morning pee as all bathrooms were occupided (I was marching in place as my bladder yelled at me for not peeing before sleeping) but eventually came my turn and I sighed in relief as the pee flowed out of me. I then took a shower, put on a bit of make-up and put my clothes on: a black sweater over a button shirt, black skinny high waisted pants and a long jacket. The weather was awesome and I thought it would be such an amazing day. I decided to go to the colloseum first, it was a 2 hour walk not including subway rides so it was pretty far away from the place I now had to call home. Since I was alone and only had Google maps to guide me I got lost very quickly (I'm not very good with maps) I was determined to see the Trevi fountain today and all that aimlessly walking around got me very very thristy (you probably can see where this is going) so I bought a big ass waterbottle and a average can of ice tea. I drank the ice tea in almost one gulp and started sipping from my waterbottle. After a few hours of walking around and drinking I felt that familiar twinge in my bladder- Here's the thing, I NEVER get desperate to pee. I have a pretty big bladder and I usually never go pass my limits, especially in public- Call it an iron bladder if you will- but there was something different this time. My need was growing and FAST. I finally got to the Trevi Fountain after another 2 hours of walking- it was beautiful, simply amazing- but part of me couldn't even enjoy it because of my dumb bladder. I wasn't going to let such a silly thing ruin my fun so I held it in the best I could... but then I noticed that he fountain would not shut up, the water splashing just kept sending signs to my bladder, tormenting me, mocking me... at that point I was doing my best not to squirm but my body seemed to have a mind of it's own and my thighs kept getting pressed together without my concent... I threw my coin into the water and was preparing to leave when a beautiful Italian boy around my age invited me for some ice cream. I was completely stunned. How could I refused such an offer? We walked for about 5 minutes in an akward silence (thanks to my anxiety... and bladder) and we finally got to an ice cream stand. They all looked so delicious and he paid for a big sized chocolate one, my favourite flavor. We sat on the church steps slowly eating. He was trying to talk to me but I was too focused on my bladder to give him more than a forced strained smile. After about 20 minutes of eating and senseless talking I was begining to get desperate. I could not stop squirming and my legs would not stop shaking. I desperatly wanted to cross my legs and jam a hand in between them but alas, it wouldn't make a very good impression on the young boy. I just kept pressing my poor "zone" onto the steps, hoping he wouldn't notice. After what seemed like an eternity, maybe 30 minutes or so we finally parted, I said I had to go home meet a friend and he asked me to dinner. I accepted, maybe this time our date would go by a lot more pee desperation free. When he left I started to jump in place, whispering a bunch of silly "ooh oh oh" under my breath. My need was slowly driving me insane and just knowing that the walk home was at least 2 hours with a bunch of subway rides in between almost drove me to tears. I decided I would just look for a public bathroom... there were none. On all the hours I walked in Rome I did not see a single public bathroom. I even searched "toilets in Rome" on Google Maps but every bathroom was pay (which I refused to do, even bursting) or very busy. I was completely fucked... I decided to not give up and still look for that perfect heavenly toilet. I walked in some random direction and after about 20 minutes I realized I was lost... again. It was getting dark and the cold against my body was making my bladder ache in desperation. I looked around and placed my hand against my crotch, refusing to hold myself but dying to. Even if I wanted to walk home at that point I had no idea where the roads were going to take me. I grimanced and pressed ny legs together with my hands at my side, trying to control myself. I was dying. After 30 minutes of walking I was so tired I had to sit down. Even though all I wanted was to keep going my legs and feet were so sore from walking all day. The moment my butt hit the chair a wave of desperation hit me and I instantly pressed my hand against my crotch, finally holding myself. I was so embarassed I wanted to cry right then and there. The streets were so busy. What would they think if they saw a 19 year old holding herself like a little child? At least I was sitting down so no one noticed- still, my fears were quite real. I squeezed my muscles as hard as I could and got up from the chair, my legs almost giving out on me. I was so close to my limit where before I didn't even knew I had a limit. I walked for about another hour, completely frantic. I was NOT going to pee my pants, that was not an option. I was going to hold it in, I didn't even cared if I got sick. I was not going to let go. There were constant waves hitting me in every step and everytime I was whispering "Oh God I just wanna pee. I wanna hold myself. I wanna hold myself. I wanna pee. Please God let me hold it in" I just wanted to get home. At distance I saw something that almost made me pee myself right there- it was the subway station. I could finally get home and pee, I thought. I started to run to the station... bad idea. All those quick steps were making the water in my bladder slosh around painfully. I had to stop mid away, gasping as a tiny single drop escaped my poor pee-hole and got absorved into my panties. I didn't even think twice before grabbing frantically at my crotch, stoping the drop from becoming a leak. The relief of finally being able to hold myself was great...but then my reflief turned into sheer embarassment when I noticed some group of cute boys and girls giving me weird looks, almost smiling at me. I peeled my hand away from my aching crotch and squeezed my muscles with all my might as I slowly walked into the station, my legs completely glued together. I didn't even think of looking for the bathroom before taking out my ticket and boarding the subway, after waiting for a short amout of time... which to me took an eternity I rushed inside the packed vihicle and looked for somewhere to sit... there were none. I grabbed a pole and pushed myself onto it, a smart alternitive to holding my throabing crotch, I thought. The ride was hell. The contents of my still filling bladder were getting unbearable and the shaking of the subway was not helping my case. Each time it came to a stop and vibrated my bladder shook with it. It was complete torture. I felt another drop escape and I pushed my crotch against the dirty pole forcefully, stoping the flow once again as I was biting my lip hard. I almost started rubbing myself against it if it wasn't for someone bumping against me. I gasped as my legs tembled in utter desperation. I was NOT going to pee myself. I was not. I WAS NOT. I finally arrived to my destination. This was the hardest part for me- walking to the hostel. I couldn't stop shaking. My legs were so tired they were almost collapsing and my feet were getting boils on them. I grinted my theet as my need so grand that my back was hurting, almost with an unbearable pain. I was in so much pain. My vision got clouded by tears as I held my bladder to the end of the street. I pushed my pride to the side and started to full on pee dancing as I had to get through that 10 minute walk home. I had to stop every few steps to burry my hand deep into my crotch, bending over. I clenched my theet and persevered and with my hands clawing betweet my legs and my legs pressed together I finally managed to get inside the place I was staying. I hopped into my room and dropped my jacket on the floor as I unbutton my pants, letting my bladder expand. It was rock hard and almost looked like a ballon about to pop. To my horror all bathrooms were occupided and I had to painfully wait in line, there were at least 2 people in front of me. I was a complete mess, I wasn't even trying to keep myself under control anymore. I was on the verge of wetting myself in front of all those cute boys and girls... I was very lucky as the girl in front of me noticed my desperation and lend me her spot in front of the line. I don't think I will ever be able to forget her.... as soon as I heard the toilet flush a spurt shot out of me and wet my panties. I kept screaming to myself "Oh God no please no no no no" as I held on for dear life. As soon as the door opened I rushed inside, not even having the time to pull my pants and panties down before I exploded. I felt a thin stream running down my legs as I quickly as possible pulled my clothes down and sat on the toilet. At first it was only a very light stream but then it got thicker and thicker. Hitting the inside of the toilet with a loud splash. I peed for about two minutes straight. The relief was imense, almost like an orgasm. It just felt so wonderful I couldn' keep myself from letting out a little moan as I shivered in pleasure. I hope you guys liked my story! It was totally hell for me but I still hope someone can enjoy my little desperate adventure. It doesn't happen very often so I really hope it made this website justice <3
  25. 10 points
    Hi - I'll introduce myself a little first. I'm a 20 year-old college student getting my degree in creative writing (that's how I ended up here! I love to document every moment of my life in writing). I have been into omo for a long time, probably since I was 11 or so, but I've never, ever lived alone so I've never really had much time to indulge in anything other than videos. I hold a lot, especially on drives back and forth from home to my apartment near the university (2 hour drive) and let myself leak slowly in an Always pad. I live with my boyfriend and a good friend now. My boyfriend has recently started working nights and my other roommate is gone a lot to conferences and back home, so I'm at home alone a lot more now. I've wet my underwear on the toilet once or twice but never really anything more. until tonight! I was hanging around by myself in front of the computer, got a familiar tinge, and thought, "eh, why not?" So I downed a glass of water and waited. I share laundry so it's kind of hard to actually wet clothes most of the time since my boyfriend and I do laundry together at a laundromat. But recently I out grew a pair of pants (just enough to where they are uncomfortable to wear for a whole day) and they've been hanging in the back of the closet for a few weeks. I figured if I just washed them out in the tub and hung them back up to dry he wouldn't notice. So I put them on, and let the buzzing in my abdomen grow, lightly stroking myself through my underwear until I hit the peak of pleasure in my hold - any longer and it would have been painful. I tried to let go for a while and couldn't - I don't know why but I just couldn't get myself to go. I walked around my flat several times, trying to get a flow started, to no avail. So I stuck a pad in, since I'm used to using one on the road. I sat down and started to let small spurts out like I usually do. I felt the first spurt come out and nearly couldn't keep from touching myself. I was so excited for what I was about to do. After a few spurts, when I got started good, I went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror so I could watch and continued to let small amounts out at a time. When it got hard to stop, I just let it continue. Oh - my - god. I'm a serious skeptic, but I'm pretty sure that was a religious experience. It started slow. I was going at a steady rate but I couldn't see a wet patch, so I started to push a little harder and totally lost control. I SOAKED my pants. Both legs, front and back. I always thought my bladder was so small, so I was floored by the amount of liquid rushing out of me, into my pants and onto the floor. I rocked back in bliss and propped myself up on the wall, sliding my hand into my jeans to relieve my arousal. Cleanup wasn't the most fun, but I hung my pants to dry after a good rinse and wring, and mopped the bathroom. I'm still so astounded at how great it felt. I don't know when I'll have the chance to do this again, but my god I'm already looking for openings. I don't think I've ever been so turned on.
  26. 10 points
    It's been a while, readers! As much as I love writing on here, I've been a bit short on time and long on prior commitments lately, so I haven't had a lot of opportunities. Fortunately, I got sick enough of not posting on here that I decided to start down my list of ideas, which begins with a fairly old story, but, since it's similar to the one I posted before, I figured you guys might like it. So... here's hoping you actually do. Our story begins with me and my girlfriend (I'm bi, sue me). We had been friends for a long time before we decided to commit to a romantic relationship, but we got along very well and found each other attractive, so eventually we decided it should happen. This girl, we'll call her Stella, was my first real, committed relationship with a girl, so everything that came with it was new and exciting; lots of dates, lots of time spent together, lots of mushy gushy stuff where, before, there was only flirting and the odd kiss or touch... and some new sexual stuff, too, so I enjoyed a lot. We were on a date when this whole thing went down, only this particular date wasn't much of a date at all. We had planned a movie marathon of the Star Wars films (of which she had seen none) in our comfiest clothes- I wore a long, soft black shirt and light blue jeggings, plus some comfy, pink, fluffy socks, and Stella wore... gosh, I don't even remember, but it doesn't matter. Probably some shorty shorts, since it was summer and that was what she always wore around the house when she wasn't going out. Anyway, halfway through Empire, Stella decided that we needed a break that went from stretching our legs to making out on the couch (with the movie paused, of course- I didn't want her to miss any of it). We had been at it for a few minutes when things began to heat up. She had begun to kiss my neck, which she knew I loved, and began to lift up my shirt, but, when her fingers brushed my back, I arched away, and she dropped my shirt. "What?" Her surprise was evident on her face; she was worried I didn't want it. "Should I not...?" "No," I mumbled, immediately embarrassed, "that just... tickled, is all." Stella's face immediately lit up with a mischievous smile, and I knew exactly what was coming. Stella had discovered a long time before this moment exactly how ticklish I was, although, unlike my friends who found the whole thing extremely funny, tickling me turned my girlfriend on, probably more than anything else we had done up to that point. She said she 'liked the way I squirm,' which... if she wanted a partner who would do that a lot, she came to the right person. ;P "Oh..." she said, her voice dropping to a low, seductive purr, "is that a problem?" As a matter of fact, it was. Stella and I had only been dating for a couple weeks at this point, and I was not comfortable enough with her house to use the toilet, as I had only been there a couple times- yes, I know such a hang up is childish, but it's lead to one or two arousing incidents, so I don't work too hard to fix it. The point is, having been there for the length of a movie and a half, my bladder was getting rather full in spite of my efforts to drink minimal amounts of liquid, and Stella's decision to tickle me now was highly unfortunate. "Um..." I began, but before I could get another word out, she was upon me, tickling me mercilessly. I laughed, of course, but it was not a happy laugh, and, between fits of giggling, I continually begged my girlfriend to stop. "Stella, please," I would say, or "Stop, stop, please, stop," or "please, please, please," but she wouldn't let up. Soon, she straddled me. I began to struggle and squirm, and this was just what she wanted. Stella began to tickle me with renewed energy, and I could no longer fit pleas between my laughter. All I could do was writhe, but eventually she let up and I caught my breath. "Oh... my... gosh..." I gasped. Stella looked at me quizzically. "I... can't... jeez, could you...?" "Tickle you more? Absolutely!" Stella said brightly, but she held off, waiting for my actual question. "Could you... give me a second..." I wheezed. I was by no means overweight, but no more was I in tip-top shape. When I regained my breath, I finally spoke up. "Stella..." I hesitated. I was going to ask her to stop, my bladder still aching softly from the effort of staying tense and keeping all the liquid inside me, but she looked so happy; blushing slightly, smiling widely, her crotch warm against my own. I knew she was enjoying this. I can handle a bit more, I decided. I nodded and her grin widened. Then she was back at it. It only took a minute for me to remember exactly why I had begged her to stop; my bladder muscles were getting weaker and weaker, and I knew that, if I let this go on for too much longer, I would have an accident right here, on my girlfriend's couch. I still had no intention of going to the bathroom, but I was convinced that, if she satisfied herself tickling me and gave up, I could hold it until I was ready to head home. I was wrong, of course, but I never got the chance to find out, because, at that exact moment, I sprung a leak. My eyes sprung open and a gasp escaped my mouth, momentarily stopping my giggles. I squeezed hard, and the leak stopped, but Stella's tickling did not. I knew that, at this moment, it was urgent that she stop. "Oh my god..." I managed, my mirth reduced by the horrifying realization that I may actually lose control, "Stel...la... stop... stop... please... I'm gonna pee!" "Oh, hush," she said, biting her lip, "you're only saying that so I'll give you a break." "No... no!" I pleaded. "I'm... serious... Stella, please..." she wasn't stopping. Another leak. This one was continuous, although tiny. Stella still wasn't letting up. "No, no..." I moaned, shifting back and forth, grinding against her in an effort to make her stop, doing my best to pry her hands away from me, but all my strength was focused in my bladder, and I couldn't. My desperate squirms only seemed to turn her on more, and she bit her lip, grinding back against me. "Please, please!" I bucked my hips, but she still didn't stop. Another big spurt, and I could feel my pants dampen. I tried again, revolting my hips against Stella, and it worked- she shifted... directly onto my bladder. I gasped as a huge jet of pee shot out of me and straight down my leg, wetting my pants to mid-thigh. I sat bolt-upright, and Stella finally stopped, backing up to avoid being headbutted. My hands flew to my crotch, but it was too late. "Oh, god," I mumbled, "oh god..." The pee wouldn't stop coming, no matter how I shifted or how hard I squeezed. I looked away from Stella, face burning, and noticed her floor- it was a sort of porcelain fake wood flooring. My pee wouldn't soak into that, so if I was going to wet myself, I would do it standing over the floor. I shoved my girlfriend off and stumbled off the couch, standing up on the floor, then grabbing my crotch and crossing my legs in a last ditch effort to keep from wetting myself completely. No good. The pee raced out of my bladder faster than ever, soaking my pants quickly, spilling into my cute fluffy socks, and then puddling on the floor. Since I had been drinking minimal amounts of water, it had a strong smell, and I was certain it would stain my lightly colored underwear and socks. I kept my back to Stella until the flow had stopped completely, then turned slowly to look at her, my face red with embarrassment. To my surprise, she was red too, but her face wore a look of arousal; she was still biting her lip and a lazy smile spread across her face. I looked at her, confused, and in response, she got up and kissed me deeply. "Hey," she said, still in the same deep purr, "that was... sorta hot." I gaped at her, in total shock. She had the same fetish I did?! "I'm sorry I didn't believe you when you said you were going to have an accident," she continued, "but... well, let's get this cleaned up." True to her word, she helped me clean up, got me a pair of her sweatpants while we put the soaked jeggings in the washer, and listened intently as I spilled the truth- that I actually really enjoyed it myself- before watching the rest of the film with me. Did Stella truly have the same kink I did? Well, sort of... it turned out later that she quite enjoyed watching me wet myself, but not the feeling of doing it herself. I didn't mind, of course. I wound up wetting myself for her a couple other times, although, since these were intentional, they didn't make for such exciting stories. I was never afraid to use the bathroom at her house again, either. When you've had an accident in front of someone, I suppose asking to use their toilet is a pretty major step down. She and I are still dating to this day, and I have no intention of breaking things off any time soon. Anyway, that was the whole story. If you enjoyed it, feel free to tell me in the comments, and check out some of my other stories, like "An Evening With Friends," which I actually referenced in this story, or "The Gates of Shambhala," one of my many fanfictions. I love writing stories for you guys, so if you have anything else you'd like me to do, feel free to let me know in the comments or by DM. Thanks for reading and I'll see you soon!
  27. 10 points
    Does that include people who have never once touched a child or voiced their attraction in any way? What's next? Do we arrest gun owners because one day they may go commit murder? Arrest car owners because one day they may go over the speed limit. It should be self evident how flawed your line of thinking is. Grow up and debate topics like a mature adult or you can spend the next few months on moderation queue.
  28. 10 points
    since im at my parents home i cant wet myself like i want but today i wet my panties
  29. 10 points

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    Cheshire is taking her afternoon nap. You decide to come in and check on her. You pull the blankets down gently, so you don't disturb her. She's wearing pink cotton panties... and no pajama pants. You stand over her watching her snooze. Suddenly, you see a wet spot spread across the crotch of her panties...before you know it the sheets have been flooded with pee! This little bed wetter is soaked and sleeping right through it. Cheshire is none the wiser that you are perving on her wet panties and watching her while she naps.

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  30. 10 points
    Hello and welcome to my grand return. I was offline for awhile due to personal reasons, but now back and ready to share so here goes. Hopefully I’m not too rusty! This experience was..... A doozy.... and while mortifying at the time I’m glad I can share it with you all now. —————————————— One weekend this semester, my friends and I decided to go for a drive to a lake not far from campus. We figured we could stay for a few hours, relax in one of our families’ cabins by the fire, and then head back. It sounded like a nice change of scenery and nothing seemed dreamier than a cup of tea in front of a roaring fireplace while overlooking a frozen lake, playing in the snow, or ice skating. I put on a big, fuzzy, and absolutely cozy sweater over a pair of black leggings. In the interest of avoiding panty lines I made sure to wear the only thong I owned, a lacy pink one I’d received as a gift. Once I pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail I was perfectly dressed for my winter adventure. Of course, the trip also required supplies. I grabbed a duffle bag and filled it with my snow pants, tea, ice skates, and snacks. Despite the snow outside, the temperature wasn’t too cold and, upon considering the weight of my snow pants and the heat they would provide, I threw in a pair of gray shorts too, to wear while playing in the snow. I zipped up the bag, grabbed a thermos of tea to go, and then hopped into my car. The car ride was relatively uneventful. I blasted music, sang along to the radio, and polished off my tea over the course of the hour and a half drive to get to the cabin. The ride is a scenic route, with minimal time on the highway and the majority of it down dirt roads through trees. When the cabin finally came into sight, along with my other friends standing in wait outside their cars, we hurriedly unpacked everything and headed in. We spent the first couple hours just chatting and drinking tea, I must have polished off at least 4 cups over that time, before a friend finally suggested we go enjoy the snow and frozen lake. We enthusiastically agreed and I went to my room, quickly changing into my gray shorts and snow pants before grabbing my winter coat and skates, and joining my friends. It was as we began building a snowman that the sheer volume of how much tea I’d had to drink hit me. It was a dumb mistake. I knew tea ran right through me. I gasped, hands flying to my crotch. Luckily I had wandered pretty deep into the forest in search of some nice sticks to use for arms. My snow pants were too thick for my desperate clutching to ease the pain too much so I quickly checked that I was out of view from everyone before scrambling to yank down my snow pants, shorts, and thong. I barely made it, my thong clearing my pee hole just as my piss began pouring out of me. The snow seemed to steam as I heard my stream gush out of me like a waterfall. When I had finally finished I couldn’t help but sigh in relief. I yanked all of my bottoms back up and, although embarrassed by the large section of yellow snow I’d left behind, I simply kicked fresh snow over it, grabbed a few sticks, and hurried to rejoin my friends, all of them oblivious to what I had just done. I thought nothing more of my bladder for awhile. This was my second mistake. I had forgotten that the last time I’d had so much tea to drink that, not only had it flowed quickly through my body, but I’d had to pee what felt like every 20 minutes for the rest of the evening. The next urge hit me while we were ice skating on the frozen lake. I was on the far side from the cabin when I nearly gasped out with the strength of the urge. My hands started to fly to my crotch once more but immediately stopped when I realized I was in plain view of my friends. I started to skate back towards the cabin as quickly as I could considering my desperation, which wasn’t fast at all. As the edge, and thus relief, grew nearer one of my friends suddenly grabbed hold of my hands, laughing, and spinning the two of us around. I grinned at her, after all she had no idea and was just trying to have a whimsical time, but inside I was grimacing. My poor sphincter couldn’t handle this and not only had I been denied relief but all the spinning was jostling my poor bladder. I was already starting to leak as she let go of my hands, but I’d grown dizzy with all the spinning and found myself slipping and falling onto the ice, ass first. As soon as I made contact with the ground the dam burst. Piss started flooding my thong and, with having so little material, my shorts were soon to follow. My friend hurriedly skated over to apologize and was about to offer me a hand up, but I knew standing would probably mean pee dripping into my skates and socks so, instead, I simply waved her off, laughing, even though I wanted nothing more than to cry. My shorts were soaked through at the crotch and butt quickly, and I could feel it pooling into my snow pants at an alarming rate until finally, finally coming to a stop. I suggested we head inside and relax for a bit before getting back on the road home, as the sun was about to set and it would soon be dark. The dirt paths were treacherous enough in the light of day, littered with potholes and full of twists and turns, let alone at night when visibility was low. My friends all agreed and only once they’d all turned around did I dare stand up. I cringed, face burning with shame, as I felt the piss that had pooled in my snow pants run down my legs, but none slipped out so I was in the clear. No one would know of my accident except for me. I hurried back to my room as soon as I was inside and free of my skates. I stepped into the shower of the en suite bathroom, removing my snow pants there so the pee sloshing inside would run into the drain instead of onto the carpet of the bedroom. When I walked past the mirror to put my snow pants back in my bag, I saw the extent of the damage. My gray shorts had gone black in a wide half circle around my crotch and another larger one on my ass. I was absolutely mortified at the image and quickly removed the shorts, wrapping them up in the snow pants and shoving both angrily into my bag. I dried off my legs and dried my thong until it was no longer dripping. I then slipped my leggings back on over the damp underwear and prepared to face my oblivious friends. The rest of my time there was pleasant and while not forgotten, my almost wetting and actual one both were filed away for me to agonize over later. As the sun dipped below the horizon, we all said our goodbyes and hopped into our respective cars. I had peed only 30minutes before so I assumed I would be fine to make the drive home as I let the others peel away into the woods. The first 30 or so minutes of my journey were fine. I wasn’t quite as jovial as I had been on my way down, but I made a point of focusing on the highlights of the day instead of the accidents. Eventually though my bladder once again made itself known. “Not again” I groaned, grabbing hold of my crotch. By now it was too dark to pull over and pee on the side of the road and the nearest gas station wasn’t until I got off the highway and neared my apartment, but with only my leggings and thong between me and my peehole I figured holding would be sufficient until I could stop. So I clutched myself hard and went back to focusing on the road. Although this worked for some time, every pothole I hit felt like a stab to the bladder and I had to concentrate on the road so much due to the twists and turns, that I could barely put any attention on keeping back the oncoming flood. I began squirming in addition to my constant holding, and I nearly wanted to cry. Thankfully, I finally pulled onto the highway. Although I was still a good 20 minutes from the gas station, I figured without the worry of turning and pot holes, I could focus more on my bladder and drive faster. It wasn’t enough and with 10 minutes left to the gas station I felt piss hit my hands, beginning to wet myself for the second time that day. I quickly pulled over onto the shoulder, shoving my door open and racing to the gravel in hopes of reaching somewhere more private. While the thinness of my leggings had been a blessing before now they were a curse. My piss mostly shot straight through them as if entirely unimpressed, the black material quickly growing shiny. The dark should’ve given me cover, but in my haste I had run around to the front of my car before giving up and now my car’s headlights, still in high beam from the forest, were serving as a spotlight to my humiliation. To all drivers passing by it was obvious what was happening and I was powerless to stop it. I must have sat there pissing myself for 10minutes but it felt like hours. A few cars honked as they sped by, one truck full of teenage boys went so far as to slow down so as to roll down their windows and laugh at me as they recorded my shame. I gave them the finger but the gesture could hardly be taken seriously when I was wetting myself like a child and eventually, with one final laugh, they picked up speed once more and were gone. When my flow finally stopped, I dejectedly climbed back into my car and made my way home, cursing my luck, and vowing to buy some kind of wetting protection the minute I got home. Admittedly, I’ve been busy so that hasn’t happened yet but I’ve become determined to get some kind of leak guard within the next few days. Hopefully that will be enough.
  31. 10 points
    *Disclaimer* This is one of my first stories so it may be bad. In 8th grade I had a pretty consistent habit of going to the bathroom once at a random period before lunch (so like around the first 2 hours of school), and at 5th period (an hour after lunch), and it still happens even today just not in school. So I had gone to the bathroom already once today before lunch, and going to my 5th period I sat down and I had finished my work so I got to play chess with a partner with the name "x" who was pretty much at the same level as me (advanced). We got to play chess for a little while and I do not remember who won but I know that it was a short game because we got to play again. Before the next chess match started I was pretty embarrassed because I needed to use the bathroom. It maybe me embarrassed because people give me funny looks when I need to go at the exact same time everyday, but by this point they do not really care and neither do I. I used the bathroom and came back to the seat slightly awkwardly because I tripped and fell on something. We started a new chess match and suddenly I felt the urge to use the bathroom again because I had drank a lot of water due to P.E. finals. At the same time I did not want to ask the teacher because the teacher might expect I just went out to use the restroom to play on my phone, so I decided to hold it. Time passed and I could not hold it much longer. I looked at the clock and realized there was so much time left. At this point I was pretty shook, I started to make some weird positions like crossing my legs and holding my crotch tightly, while trying simultaneously to think intelligently about my next chess move. I accidentally let go of my crotch trying to give my partner the idea that I was not a socially awkward person fidgeting with their crotch. Shortly after I discovered releasing my hold was a mistake because I started to leak. I crossed my legs and tried so hard not to let anymore go but I just couldn't. I wet my dark pants (whatever they were), and sat there with warm, wet pants with a giant puddle under my crotch and cheeks. I desperately tried to play it off by just standing there like I was a normal postured person and then the bell rang. I thought "oh crap" and I stood there with a wet crotch and chair. I remembered I thankfully brought my jacket and tied it around my waist because I had no possible way of hiding my shame. I then thought to myself that I was a genius because I got up, skimmed the chair and realized it was very wet. Knowing that I could be late, I put on my backpack and discarded the thought of trying to clean up the seat. I know what you're thinking, why in the world wouldn't you clean up the seat? You see, at the time, I had one more tardy from being truant and having a sheriff come to my house to discuss about being late. So I thought without thinking twice and rushed as fast as I can (but not too fast because I didn't want my jacket to fall), and made it up the stairs to my next class. Now the story doesn't end here, I sit down in my math class (6th period) or my last class of the day sitting down on the seat as if I had a skirt on and just brushed it off. I was so nervous because if there was any chance that we might need to stand up in class I was screwed. I made it through the day as if I was a inmate that slipped out of the prison successfully, I was so close to being caught. I got in the car and had my parents drive me off. That was one of the first times I accidentally wet my pants during grade school and I sort of hope that it doesn't happen again and I kind of hope because of my fetish, either way, I hope you enjoyed my first story ever and I thought that sharing my story might help me just release it out there so that I can get it off my chest. -Chemsik (my ig name) -Eqru (my omo name)
  32. 9 points
    My first two stories were from when I was younger, so I thought I'd share a more recent experience from September last year when I moved to university. I was so nervous. It was my first time, sort of ever, away from home and my parents. I was excited during the build up to moving away but once I got there suddenly, despite being in halls with other people, I felt so alone. Things are cool now as I've met people and made friends on my course but the first couple of weeks were so difficult as it was hard for me to branch out and talk to people. My halls are laid out in corridors with a kitchen in the middle of each. Ether side of the kitchen there's about 5 rooms each but some differ and a two communal bathrooms, both on the same side of the kitchen, so some people have to go through the kitchen to use them. However, some rooms have en-suites; like mine. Yay. We have single rooms and all our doors lock so there's complete privacy. We all pay separate amounts for our rooms based on sizes and en-suites. Anyway, my first night there seemed so long. There were chatters as people on my corridor walked past. There were thuds of footsteps. Doors slamming far away. Random episodes of laughter. Sudden faster and louder thuds of someone running down the corridor. Even smaller sounds such as the squeak of pipes behind the walls, creaky floorboards, or even the radiator rumbling on the other side of the room. Everything was so new and daunting. I was not comfortable for the first night and this carried on for at least the first week. I knew very quickly I needed to make this room my own and to make myself feel more comfortable. Almost straight away I had ideas in mind, knowing I could lock my door and be completely isolated. Of course more wetting was possible and now much more easier as i wouldn't have to hide from anyone like when at home. But I also knew I couldn't do it straight away. I needed to get used to the room, the routine of people in my corridor, and was I actually 100% secure behind that locked door? I prepared myself though. I missed home more than I can explain, and still do, and felt too guilty every time I thought about wetting clothes from home; even though I had wet some of them before. Soooo I went out and bought myself some new clothes. All cheapish stuff of course. I got a few pairs of leggings, shorts, jogging bottoms, jeans and the such. Hooray for student loans. I spent no more than £30-£40 though so not too much of a dent. Also at the time all I wanted was to feel more comfortable in my room so it all seemed justifiable. I still use them too so whatever. Now the most daring purchase? I wanted to get myself a waterproof mattress protector. At home I never had the proper opportunity to fully wet my bed. I'd wet slightly but never fully. There's no way I'd ever be able to explain that to my parents. But now I had the opportunity. I also couldn't deal with the concept of ruining the uni's mattress and having it changed or the staff find out what I'd done, purposefully or accidentally. I went to the nearest biggest superstore and found the mattress protectors. My heart was thumping like mad. I kept pacing up and down the same aisle pretending I as browsing. I'd already found what I wanted but couldn't bring myself to pick them up. I kept bringing my phone out to pretend I was in conversation. I remember snapping one up and hiding it in my basket under some food. There was probably no one watching me but I felt so vulnerable at that moment. Self checkouts are a godsend. Back in my room, after a few days of on and off shopping sprees to cater for my wetting desires, I laid out everything I had on my bed. I remember at this moment feeling the most excited I had been since before arriving. First thing I did was put the mattress protector on and a new sheet I'd got myself. Again, I felt way too guilty wetting on the stuff my parents had provided. The next couple of days were free reign. The course still didn't start for a few weeks and I still didn't really know anyone. I knew I was almost cool to keep myself locked away for a while and have no one notice or even care. To make my case even better, I'd managed to convince my parents to get me a mini fridge for my room, so that was full with cans of drink. My first wetting at uni was going to take place that evening. I put on a new pair of underwear. I'm not the biggest fan on wetting these skimpy things with little to no material. I like to feel the wetness. I like the material to cling to me. I had bought a few packs of cheap full bikini style underwear, each with a cute pattern or nice contrasting colours. My first pair to wear was a striped pair of underwear. They were a very dark, navy blue and white with a cute bow at the front on the elastic. I wanted to see how a wet patch would contrast with the white and the blue and how much would it show up, or not. I then put on a pair of jogging bottoms I bought. They were a light grey pair and actually quite comfy; nice and fleecy on the inside. They also weren't too baggy and were a nice snug fit. I wanted to throw on some more layers but thought I wouldn't normally put on too many layers and didn't want to produce too much washing in one go. I wanted to wet as naturally as possible and not have to force it or think too much about it. I decided, since it was protected, to spend the rest of the day lying in bed watching stuff on my laptop. For a while I forgot I had my mattress protected and was wearing clothes to wet in. I was watching Brooklyn Nine Nine on Netflix and enjoying the time to myself. I went through a few bottles of squash I had made up and a few cans of coke. It was around 6-7pm when I started to feel a bit desperate. I was squirming under the covers and pressing my legs together. Again, I'd forgotten what situation I had put myself in as I had been laying there for a few hours. As I normally would, I relaxed and let some spurt into my underwear then I started holding again. I would do this even at home. I immediately put a hand down there to rub over the wet patch and felt the new fleece lining as I went. At the same time I felt the fleece and reached the wet patch I remembered these clothes were new. It all came back to me. I could just let go. Suddenly I wasn't paying attention to the show anymore and I sort of zoned out as I kept rubbing my finger over the wet patch. I let some more go. I felt the warm pee run around my fingers on the wet patch and the dampness grow. I stopped it again. I started feeling nervous that someone would find me like this. I jumped up and checked my door. It as still locked. My blinds were closed. I scrambled to the bed and felt the area the mattress cover protected. I had already prepared myself. I was working myself up. I got comfortable under the cover again and pushed down on my bladder a bit. I felt even more desperate very quickly. This was a new situation I found myself in as I'd not wet a bed before. It felt all sorts of wrong and weird and taboo. I covered myself up again and tried to pay attention to my laptop. It didn't feel right. I was fumbling around. I put my laptop on the floor and stood up on the floor. I inspected the jogging bottoms and there was no wet mark. I hadn't let much go at all. I turned the light off and used my phone light to get back to my bed. I got under the covers again and pretended to go to sleep. I tried to hold it for as long as possible. I laid on my left hand side and curled up in to a semi-fetal position. My left leg was curled up and my right was extended down the bed a bit. I kept my eyes closed and continued holding. I kept tensing. Clench. Relax. Clench. Relax. I relaxed completely and let some more flow out. I counted down from three... two... one. Whatever left me was free reign and some did. I put my hand between my legs and felt the thick jogging bottoms dampen around my crotch and down my left thigh somewhat. I pulled the cover over me some more and took a deep breath. I clenched a few more times then relaxed for good. At first I halted the stream as it came to release a few times. Then let nature do its thing. It felt to good. The stream got a bit more intense as I felt the wet patch flow down my leg, down my butt, absorb in the material of my jogging bottoms, and pool then absorb into the mattress protector underneath me. In the silence of the moment I could faintly hear the flow form under the covers. I wanted to move but was frozen in the same position as the full day's worth torrent of pee flooded where I laid. Literally like a dam bursting. I clenched my thighs as the stream calmed down and felt the saturated material let loose some of the absorbed pee and it run down my legs again along with the fresh pee. I couldn't resist any longer. As the stream lessened, but continued, I shoved a hand down there and felt the outside of the underwear as they continued to get soaked. I gently touched round the area and almost instantly my wet thighs had a spasm and felt warmer, like your ears going red hot. Despite already feeling horny as fuuuuuuuck with the wetting, my touch brought me over the edge and I arched my back, pushing my ass into the wet protector, as my crotch, waist and hips all twitched in unison with each other. I felt a rush of pins and needles flow through my legs and almost disappear at my toes as the pee finished. The wave of pleasure filled my body and I felt light headed. The pee was warm but nearly my whole body was relaxed and hotter, like laying in a freshly made bath. What was a feeling of a bursting dam earlier was like a tsunami rush sensation now. Even though the pee had finished, it was something else now wetting my underwear. As I calmed down I couldn't find the energy to do anything for a while. I stayed slowly shifting my hips forwards and backwards against the damp sheet and protector. When I came to, so to speak, I finally turned the light on to inspect 'the damage'. Nearly my whole left leg was a much darker grey and some of the inner right. The navy blue sheet I had bought myself had a large wet patch on it. The mattress protector had done its job. Underneath, well, my underwear were soaked. Turns out the wet patch as evident on the white and blue stripes, as the white went a see through, grey colour. But I suppose it wouldn't be too obvious if you weren't looked for wet patches. Unfortunately, my duvet had sustained minor dampness but nothing I didn't mind. I needed a drink though. Some water. not to make myself full again, but self pleasuring is thirsty work. Just saying. I stayed in my wet clothes to get my drink. The sense of freedom in my locked room was, and still is, indescribable. Naturally I felt i should change and clean up. But I didn't need to! I was feeling ecstatic. Being able to wet and stay int he wet clothes felt so hot. I got back into bed, having changed nothing, and carried on trying to get comfortable and watch Netflix. It didn't take long for me to this time push some pee out. There was still a bit there. I was laying on my back with both my legs up, resting my laptop sort of on my belly and my legs. The pee came out and leaked down my butt. I kept myself fully hydrated that evening so not to make my room smell too much. I left the window open to air the room, but as an excuse to stay warm and comfortable in my bed. I stayed in those wet clothes that night. And slept in them. I wasn't sure where to draw the line with when to change or clean up. The next morning however, after wetting before I slept and as I woke up, I did do a full clean up and realised maybe the mattress protector couldn't prevent damage after about 3 or 4 wettings. But you live and learn. I left the jogging bottoms on the floor of my en suite to air dry and played with my wet underwear, whilst wearing them, when in the shower. It did take me a while to realise I had to wash peed in clothes properly and not just hand washed in a sink or shower if I wanted them properly clean. But I was always able to hide wet clothes with non wet ones when I used the communal washing machine in the kitchen. So that's my first wetting I did at uni back in September. Obviously I've done a lot more since then and I've done them all unnoticed so far. I hope you enjoy. Becca x
  33. 9 points
    So I promised I would post this, and here it is. In the wetting dares thread: One if the dares was to download a random alarm app, set it for between 8am and 10pm or a time around there, and when ever it went off, relax and pee where you were. I had classes from 10 in the morning, pretty much straight 3 in the afternoon with a short lunch break, so I set the alarm to go off between then, and went to my classes. I knew I should be prepared for it so I wore long Johns over my underwear, and above put on some black sweatpants. The alarm ended up going off at around 1:15, 45 minutes after my afternoon lecture had started. It was in a large lecture hall, so I wasn’t too worried. So, I sat where I was and relaxed. It took a little while to start peeing, and I didn’t have to go too bad, but soon I felt pee start to trickle into my underwear. I pushed a little and a stream started. I let it out until I felt my butt start to get wet, but at that point I was just about done (as I said, I didn’t have to pee very much). I looked down and saw I had a sizable wet spot, but it was pretty hard to see. When the lecture ended I went back to my dorm to snap a few pics.
  34. 9 points

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    Seven women (seven video segments, 173 minutes, JAV) already desperate endure a 15 minute timer before peeing through their panties/pantyhose on or pulled down. I love the Japanese but sometimes I wonder... This one has technically minded fetishists considered: the women also measure their bladder swelling, ie, waist before and after. On the 5th and 6th the volume of pee as well which isn't so uncommon. The women quite modestly flash their breasts, though for #2 modesty isn't an issue and she offers some really great desperation too. (You won't go wrong downloading #2 first, #1 and #7 better too, but YMMV.) Notes by video segment pees her panties with loud hissing and a nice puddle is really great desperation, and proud upstairs so-so, pees through panties and pantyhose very thin girl peeing her leotard, (full body nudity at end, non-sexual) so-so, but nice long hissy peeing with panties down quiet but labored desperation also peeing with panties down nice panties/skirt peeing over the floor; (pube nudity, minimally obscured, non-sexual)

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  35. 9 points
    Didnt manage to get to bathroom from 7am to 4.30pm when I thought I’d just go when I got home. (I drink lots of water throughout day, plus a medium latte, 2 teas and an instant coffee) the drive required occasional squeeze, but thought I could make it. Until the walk from the car... it’s freezing cold here, with an icy wind. A sudden blast hit me, and pee started flooding my knickers. To obvious to hold with hand so did a cross leg dip til I could stop flow (pretending to text) now sat in my soaked knickers (wet spot on trousers) having a little play with my still desperate self.. deciding if I should finish in my knickers or sensibly...
  36. 9 points
    In December, I would submit my master's thesis. It was stressful at the end and last days I spent all the time at school. However I saw the light in the tunnel and focused on getting done. I always have had a tendency to drink a lot when I study and these days were no exceptions. Both coffee and several bottles of water went down. After a couple of hours I felt the need to pee but the situation was not acute. I managed to get into a flow and the writing ran on and I really did not want to interrupt. The hours passed and the essay began to resemble and began to squirm in the chair. I had a pair of tight jeans on me, which in a somewhat unpleasant manner had begun pushing my bladder. As the ambitious student I am (or not) I didn't want to interrupt my writing! The urge increased but I was still calm and did not feel it was urgent to go to the toilet. To reduce the pressure on my bladder I took off my shoes and placed one heel in my crouch. It helped immediately and I could again focus on the essay. After another hour I felt it was time for a break. I had drunk a bottle of water and thought I could take a break and then read through my work again. I moved my foot and almost got a shock! I was a full 9/10 when the pressure disappeared and I had to snap once to prevent an accident. I had to take a quick look to make sure nothing had happened but to my relief I could see no spots. I breathed deeply and realized that it was best to get to the toilets quickly. At first I had to put on my shoes. It was a pain to bend! The jeans pressed against my bladder and I could not prevent a few drops from escaping and moistening my panties. I got the shoes, took my computer and started the walk across the building to get to the restrooms. I wanted to run but realized that would not be a good idea. Since it was at the end of the semester there were a lot of people in the library, pissing myself here would be so embarrassing! Nor could I put a hand between my legs to ease the pressure. Half way to the toilets I felt a bit safer, this would be fine! As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I felt how a beam of kiss leaving me. I inhaled sharply and felt how my panties got warm and soaked. I dared scarcely check to see if it showed. Quickly I entered between a few bookshelves to inspect. The trousers felt wet but there was no visible spots. I took a deep breath and continued. Almost there! I saw the toilets and to my relief there was no queue. I increased the rate. I almost held the door handle when the next leak occurred. This spurt was bigger and it took a second before I could cut it off and regain control. This time, my panties were really soaked. I threw myself inside, tore my pants off and sat down on the toilet. It was a relief to finally empty my bladder! When I finished, I inspected what had happened. My panties were soaked, even up on the buttocks and there was a fairly big clear spot on my bright jeans. Even though the situation felt a bit awkward (peeking at school and having to go back to my place!) I could not help feeling quite excited. I wiped out of jeans and panties as much as I could and then went back to my place of the computer in front of the evidence of my accident. Relieved and a little horny I sat for a couple of hours and finished my essay.
  37. 9 points
    It is common for me in interactions with the other members of the pee fetish community for people to tell me how lucky I am to get to be a wetting video producer, and how I must have the best job in the world. I'm not going to lie, there are parts of it that are pretty great at times, and I have got to meet some really incredible people through this work. However, it isn't all fun. There are major headaches sometimes. Let me share a little bit of what I've been going through lately, so you can see how life as a wetting video producer isn't always the best option. First thing you need to understand is that profit margins are pretty small. There are costs built in to every shoot, from location costs, to paying the models a day rate, to expendables like diapers, cleaning supplies, batteries, and various other items. To make sure I stay in the black, that means I need to produce around 30 scenes for each and every single day shoot. Breaking that down with a two model shoot, each model needs to pee 15 times during the day. Even shooting very quickly, with few rest periods, this typically ads up to around 12 hours of shooting. That is 12 hours on my feet, moving heavy production equipment, and not having time to really eat or drink anything. The first few hours are fine, but after that it starts to get very tiring. A couple weeks ago I was really excited about the upcoming video shoot, however. I had worked out a deal where I was going to get an awesome location to shoot at permanently, would be able to store my equipment there, and it would cost a fair bit less than what I had been paying for locations. The only problem was this location needed some work, but if I put the work into it, I could use it. So, after two truly exhausting weeks of work and expense trying to get this location ready, a bureaucratic permitting issue popped up. It is a minor issue, basically I have to wait, but this means the location won't be ready by the time I need to do the shoot. All the money I had budgeted for locations had gone into this place, and now it isn't going to be ready. So now, with no money, I have to figure out a location that I will be able to shoot 30 scenes in less than a week. Even if I find a location, it can be a logistical nightmare- We have to make sure all the production equipment is there, which means loading up the car, wardrobe, cleaning supplies, and more. Then unpack the car at the location, set everything up, and pack up again at the end of the day. Since time is a issue, I am looking at how many setups we need for all the scenes. Too many different camera setups and we end up spending too much time just moving everything. At this point I know some of you are probably thinking that this is overkill, that it isn't necessary to put so much effort into production quality, all I really need is a camera. No one cares about the lighting or the audio. Unfortunately, people do notice when those things are lacking. If I slack off on the production quality, I am going to hear about it and membership levels on my sites will drop. To keep members up, I need to keep production quality up, and that means hauling and setting up lights, sound gear, and camera support equipment. Now don't worry, I will find someway to get this shoot done. I might be late paying some bills and be living off of canned food for the next month, but the shoot will happen somehow, it always does. Just wanted to communicate that making these videos isn't just getting to watch beautiful women wet themselves, it sometimes means living on nothing but canned soup and bread for a month, weeks of work that all ends up being for nothing, and long, stressful, physically exhausting days.
  38. 9 points
    This seems no different than being like "NICE TO MEET YOU, HERE'S MY COCK!" Pace yo god damn self.
  39. 9 points
    Authors Note: As I began recounting my experience of this party, I realized I was embellishing ever so slightly, with other real experiences that I’ve had. I also realized I was okay with that, because it would make a pretty great story. That’s why it’s here, in the fiction section. In a sense, everything that follows is true, because everything I describe, including conversations, outline actual experiences that I’ve had. They just didn’t all happen at this same time, with the same person. If you have any feedback, please send it my way!! Being festive person that I am, I could not resist going to an ugly Christmas sweater party. But after the first one turned out to be duller than a lecture on business finance, I finally relented. I gathered my energy, left my introversion at home, and went to the fabled “Lit-mass” Party. This is the story of that party. I have several different friend groups; one in particular likes to party. Several years back, one of them held a party at their house, and it got so wild. Like Office Christmas party wild. Since then, we’ve had one every year, and we host it in different houses each time so the lovely neighbors don’t hate us for life. And since we’re a very punny group of people, we dubbed the party “Lit-mass” (definitely my idea). Of course, I wouldn’t be posting this here if it wasn’t omorashi relevant. At the very first party, hosted by my friend, ummm, Rachel, there were several bathrooms in the house, and only one was open for use. Combine that with a crowd full zany party-goers, and you get a magical bathroom line that stretches across the wall. This led men to pee outside, as is the chivalrous thing for a gentleman to do, and line full of desperate, dancing, giggling women. Unfortunately for them, I wasn’t so chivalrous, and I took my place in line and enjoyed a very lovely show of leg crossing and pee dancing, until that fateful moment when my turn was up, and a line full of giggly, desperate girls would have my head if I took any longer than 5 minutes; that would be counterproductive. There hadn’t been a turnout like that since the very first “Lit-mass”, and every other house has had an abundance of bathrooms *sigh* But this particular “Lit-mass” was even better. Last year, my friend Rachel got a new job at an amusement park. She’s super social, and made a lot of new friends, very fast. Using her newfound network of amusement park associates, she threw together another “Lit-mass” at one of her co- workers houses. As usual, I showed up with a bag full of tamales in my “Lit-mass” party casual (a wreath with a holographic cat wearing sunglasses, courtesy of Target). You’d be surprised how many new friends you’ll make when you show up with a bag of tamales. It’s like an instant ice breaker, especially because everyone thought I was white, and kept asking why this gringo knew how to make tamales. Exotic. So anyways, I started talking to a bodacious latina named Lorena. She was wearing a form fitting maroon dress, with little Christmas lights adorning the dress like trimming. She was absolutely stunning. Totally out of my league. But I had tamales. She worked with Rachel in the same department, and Rachel, being the relentless wingman that she is, introduced us and pointed us toward the bar. Normally I don’t invest much in party encounters, but there’s exceptions to everything. We were really hitting it off, and after several drinks and a few cold tamales, the chemistry was evident. I found out we were studying the same thing, and we were both movie buffs; she knew all of my pulp fiction quotes. She even laughed at my jokes too, which is always nice, but definitely too much to actually ask for. Better yet, she was pretty damn funny too, which almost made me uncomfortable. My machismo was enraged, like, how dare she be funnier than me!? It was pretty great. I was liking my odds at that point. As we talked, I noticed she kept crossing her legs. With each of her playful brushes on my arm, she would readjust her footing. Part of me was thinking that her heels looked really uncomfortable, so they probably were. But the other, omorashi fueled part of my brain was thinking about all those drinks we had, and how she hadn’t been to the bathroom since she got here. Come to think of it, I hadn’t even seen the bathroom since I showed up. The tension rose as I watched Lorena subtly shift in front of me; I wondered if she even knew where the bathroom was. My inner desperation fan hoped she didn’t. As I fought reign in my thoughts, Rachel passed by. By now, all of us are clearly drunk. She shouted at us over the music, “Hey guys, you two having a good time!?” ”Can’t you tell!?” I said, as I nodded to Lorena. ”Oh I bet you are,” She teased, “But I was talking to Lorena!” Lorena giggled. “Are you kidding? He fed me, he’s like speaking to my heart right now.” ”Geeze don’t encourage him!” She said as she playfully pushed Lorena. Lorena stumbled back and caught her balance on the table, then instantly crossed her legs. My desperation senses went from 0- 100 right then and there. ”Don’t push me I have to pee!” Lorena whines, squeezing her thighs tighter. ”So what? I do too!” Rachel said, as she casually crossed legs. “Wanna come with?” Lorena, with almost no hesitation, said “Nah, I’m good right now,” to the surprise of both Rachel and myself. This was a good sign. ”Suit yourself,” Rachel shrugged, “But I’m getting in line now before it backs up around the corner again!” ”Which corner?” I asked curiously. “Straight down the hall and to the left, for future reference.” She said, as she uncrossed her legs and swiftly walked in the previously stated direction of the bathrooms. There was a line? There was a line! My ‘Inner Alex’ was doing high jumps at the thought of a line of desperate ladies, and one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen was already desperate, and refused to go. How good could this get? Well, alcohol fueled Alex decided to find out. As Lorena turned back to me, legs still tightly crossed, I teased, “You gonna be alright over there?” As if relieved that the cat was out of the bag, she uncrossed her legs, recrossed them, and bobbed gently on the spot. “I’ll be alright, I’ve had to go worse before!” I continued to tease, relishing every moment of desperation talk, ”On a scale of 1-10, how bad is it?” I asked playfully. She folded her hands in front of her lap and made a sort of thinking face, “Umm, probably like a 5 or a 6?” ”That’s it? So then pee dancing is a pastime for you?” “Nooooo!” She giggled, and pranced lightly in place. “Okay, maybe it’s worse than a 5 or a 6. It might be like a 7.” ”You look like you’re warming up for a marathon,” I quipped, referring to her walking in place. Lorena stifled a giggle, then burst out laughing, “AHAHAHA oh my god shut up!! You’re totally overthinking this, I have to pee. I have to pee enough to make me dance. Is that a good enough answer, or should I draw you a diagram?” At which point I very boldly, and seductively asked her to draw me a diagram. She looked deep into my eyes, and said “hand me a pen.” We kissed passionately as she feverishly pee danced in place. We confessed our love to one another as she indulged in my kink. We rode off into the sunset and had 7 kids after eloping to Vegas. And that’s how I met your mother. Kidding. Of course I’m kidding. Imagine THAT episode of “How I Met Your Mother?” It’d probably never air. No, no, no. That’s not how you ask a desperate girl to draw you a diagram. You ask politely. ”I think you should draw me a diagram.” I ‘asked’, politely. ”Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with you!?” She giggled, and after a short silence she smirked at me, crossed her legs, and asked, “do you have a pen and paper?” I gulped. ”For what?” ”For the diagram? Duh” ”Ahaaaaaa! Youuuu.... you’re a funny one youuuu.” I nervously countered. “You’re the weirdo who wants a diagram of my pee dance!” She teased, crossing her legs and bending forward. Well damn. I’d been caught. In my drunken stupor of lust and desire I’d been caught. Kind of. Oh well. I stared at her as she bobbed in place and stared back at me. My lust was rising by the second, and I was acutely aware of the great view I had of her plentiful cleavage from this angle. “See something you like?” She asked, coyly. Yikes. Ummmmmm..... “Yes, your lovely smile.” Ehhh. Predictable. “Oh, is that what you call these?” As she pressed her outward for reference. Okay, ummmmm..... “No, I call those boobs.” Probably rude. But honest. “AHAHAHA!” She laughed, double crossed her thick thighs, and bent over, pressing a hand over the crotch of her dress. “I call them that too.” She said, with a sexy smile. “Well if you like my smile so much, why have you been looking at my legs for the past 20 minutes?” Ummmmmmmmm...... Screw it. What did I have to lose!? Well, a lot. I could scare this girl off with my weird pee related flirting. But I felt confident enough to pull it off. I leaned forward, and with a playful smile, unwavering eye contact, and the slightest hint of suggestion, I say, “Well maybe I like your dance moves.” We stood in silence for a second, Lorena with a quizzical yet intrigued look on her face. Silence being relative to our conversation, not the blaring music surrounding us. Silence. And then laughter. Copious laughter. “AHAHA! What, you mean my pee dance!?” She asked incredulously, thighs pressed tightly together. “Yeaaah!” I said, playing my newfound leeway as cooly as possible. “It’s in perfect time to the music, you’re a natural!” “Uh huhhh, surrrre.” She slapped me playfully on the shoulder. “Well I’m glad you can appreciate the little things.” She teased, with another squeeze of her thighs. “I’m a keeper,” I winked. She looked as if she were contemplating something, earnestly. Her eyes darted to the bathroom, then the bar, then me. Then she smiled. “Let’s take a shot.” She said. “Tequila?” “I too like to live dangerously,” I quip back. “Do behave,” She slurred mockingly. For some reason, Austin Powers was totally working right now. She smiles wryly, and saunters over to the bar table. She bends one knee into the other, and shifts lightly from foot to foot, before settling into a firm cross legged position as she poured the tequila. I looked around, and was surprised as to what I’d missed. I spied a beer pong table about to free up, some poor chumps got stuck on the last cup for almost 15 minutes. Also, the bathroom line was rounding the corner now, an indication that a host of desperate ladies were cued up for relief, and the lovely Lorena had denied it for the second time. Mischievous side took over. I knew what I wanted to do. Lorena came back with a suggestive smile and handed me the shot. “What did you put in it Lorena?” I ask suspiciously. “Oh my gosh nothing, I swear!” “You’re not trying to take advantage of me are you?” “Alex, I don’t need to drug you to take advantage of you.” She giggles suggestively. “Sounds like ‘all talk’ to meeee.” “Well we’ll seeeeee.” She smiled. I really did like her smile. Then she crossed her legs. I liked that too. I look up to see her staring intently at me, oddly. She smiled and said, “A toast: to living dangerously!” Dammit, that should’ve been my line. She’s like, doing my job for me. I smiled knowingly, and we downed the shots. Time to act. “Alex, do you play beer pong? The table just freed up!” She asked innocently. Wow. That was disarming. She’s two for two right now, but I’m not complaining. “I’m better than most, maybe.” I shrug. “Well that’s better than most. Let’s go, and grab me a beer on the way out!” Didn’t she have to pee really bad a second ago? Did she forget? Attempting to take back control, I feel the odd need to remind her. “You sure you don’t want to visit the ladies first?” “No, we’ll lose the table silly!” She said patronizingly. “You might be a little uncomfortable....” As she approaches the doorway, she turned on her heel and looked me in the eye. And with that bewitching smile, she taunted me, “What, I thought you liked my dance moves?” Now thoroughly and completely disarmed, she smiled coyly, and proceeded to reserve the table, crossing her legs as soon as she got there. So like any self respecting, dumbfounded, omorashi enthusiast would do, I grabbed two beers (and several more, just in case), and walked outside to join my unofficial date for the evening. With a gentle curtsy, and a slight swaying of the hips and her curvaceous backside, Lorena handed me the ping pong ball, as she popped open her drink with a smile and said, “you go first.”
  40. 9 points
    Kinda getting into doing omo art so heres a thread to dump that! Heres a messy doodle of a gal leaking to start us up...
  41. 9 points
    thanks! Heres a nother sketch of a figetty lady
  42. 9 points
    Hey! If you haven't already seen my thread in the Introductions forum, I'm Fishy! I've been lurking here for almost 5 years and only just revealed myself to the community on Sunday. I've made this thread to share my art with you! To kick things off, I'd like to share a piece of art that I've created as an early Christmas gift to the community; Stephanie wetting her Christmas onesie!: NUDITY WARNING! I hope you enjoy! I'll be updating this thread as I create more art! Peace and love!
  43. 9 points
    Hi all, A while ago I posted a custom video featuring a girl I worked with in the past by the name of Rose. You can find that here: www.omorashi.org/topic/36410-a-couple-meh-quality-custom-vids/. While I thought I lost the first video we did together, I ended up finding it while going through some old files on a secondary PC. I thought I would share since I know a lot of people here enjoyed her other video. I'll fully admit that the lighting in this video is not great and it's hard to see her actually wet, but her cute mannerisms and fun attitude still make this a pretty good video if you ask me! It's in webm format and can be played through modern browsers or VLC. rose1.webm
  44. 9 points
    Part Twelve- “Are you okay?” Emma asked, looking over the bandages that were wrapped around Maisha's arms and torso. “I am,” Maisha responded. “Now that I am here, anyway. Elise is taking very good care of me.” “Brilliant,” Emma said with a smile. She looked up at the ceiling, uncertain of what she should say next. “Since I know your real name, it's only fair I tell you mine. I go by Emma here as you know, but my name is Megan.” “I'm glad you're here. Not in the hospital room of course, just like...in general. I haven't had much contact with anyone other than Kay and the Doctor since I got here.” Emma held her lips open slightly, again at a loss for polite words. “Let me guess,” Maisha chuckled, quickly catching on to Emma's awkward silence. “Kay told you not to bother me or she'd do something horrible to you?” Emma snorted a laugh through her nose, then yelped as a tiny spurt of pee leaked out of her and soaked into the sheets. She exhaled and nodded. “That's about it, yeah.” Maisha sighed. “She has been so protective of me since I got here. I appreciate her kindness, I truly do, but I wish she would calm down just a bit. So tell me, Kay's request be damned, do you wish to know how I ended up like this?” Emma grimaced but nodded again. “I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious.” “I've been stuck in here for three days with nobody but the doctor, and she is buried in paperwork the entire time. Then Kay comes in for a few minutes each day trying to mother me. Like I said, I am glad to have someone new to speak with.” Maisha took a deep breath and shut her eyes. “I am sure you can tell by the colour of my skin that I am Muslim. Or... I was. I had a husband. We were from Iran, originally, but for years now we've lived in New Jersey in a large Muslim community. My husband was very traditional. He was good to his faith for as long as I had known him. Me, not so much. I would wear a hijab, I would not speak to other men, I was perfect outside of our home. But at night, while he worked, I made money in my own way.” “You were a cam girl,” Emma stated. “Just like the rest of us, right?” Maisha nodded, her face growing slightly sad. “One night, about a week ago, my husband came home early. I never found out why. He opened the door to our room and found me naked, touching myself, in front of my laptop. He went insane. He tried to kill me. He beat me bloody with his briefcase, all while the laptop was still streaming. At the moment, I had no idea who or what she was, but Kay had been watching. The next afternoon, the door to our house was kicked in and five people, they looked like soldiers, they came in and they shot my husband with some sort of green rifles, they fired little... I do not know, like little balls?” “Beanbag shotguns,” Emma muttered, her mind flashing back to a few hundred hours in S.W.A.T 4. “Non-lethal but they can knock people out and cause severe pain.” “That was it then,” Maisha confirmed. “They fired at him many times. I knew he was not dead, he was screaming and there was no blood, but I was absolutely terrified. I could hardly move, I was so injured, and I could do nothing as they dragged me outside and into the back of a truck. That is when I met Kay, and Elise was there too. Kay explained everything as Elise treated my injuries. She bribed the guy who ran my cam site a few hundred thousand dollars to surrender my address, and then she sent the people who grabbed me. They were all women, Kay called them her 'security team,' seems more like a private army...” Maisha breathed deeply and groaned, placing a hand over her bandaged stomach. “After the initial shock, I realized how thankful I was. What little faith I had... It left me all at once as I finally realized that my husband and every man like him are monsters. I wished that they had used real guns. I eventually calmed down, and we drove all the way back here. That is the whole story.” Emma turned back to the ceiling. “And I thought Kay couldn't get any more impossible,” she muttered. “Who the fuck is she...” “I have a feeling that her identity is a bit of an 'if I told you, I'd have to kill you' situation,” Maisha sighed. Emma shook her head. “When I first came here, she gave me the opportunity to ask her three questions that she would have to answer truthfully. One of those three questions was about her identity. She said that she was a well-known woman and that if she answered it she would be putting this whole place at risk, but then said that she would answer if I requested it again. I decided to let it slide and picked a different question. I thought I might be able to work it out on my own if I spent enough time here. How many young women could there possibly be in the world with this kind of money? She's very white, her ancestry is probably European. Irish or Scottish possibly, with the red hair, though it could be dyed. Can't rule out Scandinavian or English either. No accent to help work it out.” “You've thought about this a lot?” Maisha asked softly. “Just every bloody moment that I'm not distracted by a very full bladder,” Emma giggled. “I've got nothing, though. I can't think of a single woman that would fit the bill. Anyone with that sort of dosh would be constantly in the public eye. Could never manage something like this in secret. I just don't know.” “Maybe she's an art thief or a cybercriminal,” Maisha offered with a grin. “She could have just lied about being famous to throw you off the trail and get you to stop asking questions.” Emma blinked. “Nutty as that is, it's more plausible than anything I've managed to come up with. Especially the cybercriminal one. With all the tech she has here...” Emma shook her head and sighed. “Thing is, the question I asked her after she shut down my first one resulted in a tale about her childhood. She said that she lived in a mansion and that her wealth was 'very old family money,' whatever the shite that might mean. I suppose it could have been a fib, but she seemed so passionate and nostalgic about it.” “Maybe her great-great-grandparents ran a plantation and owned slaves,” Maisha said next. This caught Emma very much off guard, and she cough-laughed into her hands and groaned as more pee dribbled out of her. “Oh shush, that's terrible,” she wheezed. “And quit making me laugh, I'm gonna wee myself...” “Sounds unlikely, but it is a possibility,” Maisha muttered with a bit of a shrug. I researched U.S history pretty deeply when I was working to become a citizen, some of those families still have tens of millions left over from those awful times. Kay might have inherited the money and just sort of ran off with it. Saving me could be her way of making up for her family's history. I'm probably not the only one either, if she has a bunch of soldiers working for her.” Emma's mind was swimming. “It's...not impossible. But still, someone with that kind of money goes missing, people hear about it. Nothing's a sure bet.” “Seems that way,” Maisha said with a nod. “I kept waiting for her to take off the mask, but she wore it the entire drive over here, even when she slept. I'd think it would get itchy, what with all the feathers...” Emma shook her head. “I've had mine on for pretty much four days straight. They're actually very comfortable. I'm not sure what they're made of but it doesn't get hot or itchy, and it stays on easily even when I'm being physical or sleeping. Swimming, too. She has a lot of- Oh, mmmffff...” “What's the matter?” Maisha asked, turning her head as much as she could. “I gotta pee,” Emma answered, bouncing her legs up and down in the hospital bed. “How?” Maisha laughed. “You just went like fifteen minutes ago.” “I know, but I drank like a gallon of water this morning and I'm all weak from when I wet myself earlier. Doctor said I'm supposed to hold it though, so that's what I'm gonna do.” “So, everything here is all based around pee? Kay told me some stuff but I was too dazed to remember much.” “Sort of,” Emma breathed. “Long story short, the women here are supposed to hold it in as long as we possibly can, pushing our bodies to the absolute limit. Sometimes we get challenges, or we're told to act out specific scenarios. It's exhausting, it's painful, it can even be dangerous as evidenced by my presence in a friggin hospital bed right now. But let me tell you... When my bladder is ready to erupt, I feel sensations that you can't even imagine. Every touch, every breath, is like a star exploding inside of my body. It feels transcendent.” Maisha furrowed her brow, looking skeptical. “I've been desperate to go before. It's just really uncomfortable.” Emma scoffed. “You think you've been desperate, but you haven't. When your bladder is so distended that you look pregnant, when you can't take a single step without leaking, when your heart is going a hundred beats a minute just from the effort of not peeing... That's when the fun begins. If you hang around here long enough, you'll find out.” “And there are really enough people into this for Kay to turn a profit?” Emma shrugged. “I think she's only selling to the extremely rich. You know, like those political pedophile rings that you always see in the news, except not horrific. Besides, it's not about the money. She does it for herself. This is her own fantasy world.” “Then considering I've only ever seen women around here,” Maisha pondered, “I'm guessing Kay is gay?” Emma just nodded intensely. “Quite likely the gayest person in the known universe. She's never said anything about it, but I'm pretty sure that she despises men as a whole. There was an incident a little while ago... The way she talks, if it were up to her, the world would definitely be an Amazonian society. Sperm grown in tanks so we can reproduce. Canyons full of male baby skeletons.” “Ewww, stop it,” Maisha guffawed, reaching over with her least-bandaged arm to slap at Emma across the gap between their beds. Emma giggled and curled up as far as she could on the opposite side of her own bed. “Oy,” the voice of Elise suddenly spoke up. She had returned from a door behind her desk with a clipboard in hand. “Calm down, the both of you. Plenty of time for that once you get out of here. Kay will be glad to see you've already made friends, though.” “Glad you're back,” Emma called. “I've already gotta go...” “That's fine, but like I said, please try to hold it in. We need to be sure that you can properly control your bladder before I send you back out there. Right now, I need to take a walk around the complex and speak with a couple of the other women. I'll be back in about half an hour. You should be okay until then?” Emma slanted her lips and focused on the pressure in her belly. There were moments that it throbbed, but it really wasn't that bad. “Yeah, I'll be fine. See you soon.” Elise nodded and glided out of the room. The two of them were silent for a minute, then Emma spoke up again. “What about the rest of your family? Have you got parents, or siblings?” “Sisters,” Maisha said with a nod. “Kay let me call them almost first thing, from a prepaid mobile pho-” “Burner phone, Maisha,” Emma interrupted with a grin. “C'mon, be cool.” “Fine,” Maisha snorted. “She let me call them on a burner phone with instructions on what to say. I just told them that I called the police on my husband after he attacked me, and they had to stun him because he tried to charge at them. They still live in Iran, and my husband does not even know their names, so this will never find its way to them, legally. I then told them that I was going to hide out for a few weeks. Kay has said that she will give me three million dollars, even if I do not wish to participate in her videos. I will use the money to free my sisters from their own husbands and move us far away from any Muslim community.” Maisha sighed and stretched her neck. “I am tired, Emma. You don't mind if I go back to sleep?” “Of course not,” Emma said, waving her hand dismissively. “Recover fast so you can join in the fun.” “I am...not sure if I will,” Maisha mumbled. “It seems so...weird.” “That's understandable. The decision can be left for another time. Just rest now.” Maisha nodded and closed her eyes, and Emma could hear her snoring softly just moments later. ***** “Mmmffpph.” “Owww.” “Bloody hell...” “Whazz goinon,” Maisha stammered as Emma's moaning shook her from a deep sleep. “Oh, Maisha, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to wake you. It's just... I can't fuckin' hold it anymore and Elise hasn't come back yet. It's been over a bloody hour!” Maisha blinked and rubbed her eyes, sitting up as much as she could. She turned her head to Emma, grimacing as she saw the state of the slender redhead. Emma was curled up in her bed, her hands shoved between her thighs and her legs bouncing wildly. “I'm trying so hard not to leak but I'm so full. I didn't think I'd be able to hold this much so soon but my bladder already feels like a rock.” Maisha laid there helplessly, clueless as to what she could do or say to help the desperate woman. And then something occurred to her. “Uh, radio,” she mumbled, still half asleep. “Behind Elise's desk, there's a button she presses to directly contact Kay. Go hit it and talk to her, maybe she can call the Doctor back.” “Oh, thank you,” Emma sputtered, quickly sliding her legs off the bed and getting unsteadily to her feet. She moaned and squirmed in place, her face a painting of strain and pressure. She took one step and gasped, twisting her legs together. “I'm gonna leak, oh fuck, I can't keep it in!” “You can do it,” Maisha called, uncertainty clear in her voice. “It's only a few steps.” Emma nodded and began to walk, yelping with every movement. She was completely naked, and any leak would get all over the floor. She didn't want to cause more problems for Elise if she could help it. Drawing up what willpower she could, Emma stumbled behind the desk and sat in the Doctor's chair, double-crossing her legs. She stared around the desk, past the computer and a comically large stack of clipboards, and then she finally saw it. A small red button embedded in the backboard of the desk, next to a speaker. She reached out her left hand and pressed it. “Uh, hello? Kay, are you there?” Silence for a moment, and then... “Megan? Is that you?” Emma choked out a confirmation, flexing her legs even tighter. With no time to waste, she launched into a breathless rant. “Kay you've gotta help me Elise left me here with instructions to hold it in and said she'd only be half an hour but it's been over an hour and oh my god I'm so full I'm gonna wee myself please send hel-” “MEGAN, CALM DOWN,” Kay interrupted loudly. “I get the gist of it, I'm sorry about that but she got tied up by another subject who sprained her ankle trying to do gymnastics with one and a half liters in her... I'll make sure she hurries back right now, but she's on the other side of the complex. Listen though, if you're truly that desperate, just pick up a bedpan and pee, or step outside the office and go on the absorption surface. I don't want you to strain yourself, I need you back in the field as soon as possible.” “I understand,” Emma panted. “Thank you, Professor.” Emma released the button and sat back, shaking her legs and wiggling her butt against the chair. “I don't know what I should do,” she said, looking over to Maisha. “I could just let it out in a bedpan, but if I can wait for Elise and she sees that I can still hold it properly, she might let me out.” “It's up to you,” Maisha responded. “If you think you can wait without hurting yourself further, do it.” Emma closed her eyes and nodded. “I can do it, I will do it. I won't let Kay down. I have to prove that I can be everything she wants me to be.” “You really worship her, don't you?” Maisha asked. Emma made a weird motion with her head, a kind of uncertain diagonal nod. “I...I still don't know exactly how I feel about her. She's so beautiful, but that's not important. She does some amazing things, as you well know... But she is just brutal to anyone that even slightly wrongs her. I don't know if she's nice or mean, eccentric or diabolical. All I do know is that I want nothing more than to please her. At first I thought that it was all about the money, subconsciously, but I don't even care about that anymore. I never want to leave here, I just want to be with her.” “She sounds like Kilgrave,” Maisha muttered. “Who?” “Nevermind,” Maisha chuckled. “Too much Netflix, whenever my husband wasn't home and I wasn't camming.” Emma shook her head cluelessly, returning her hands to their place against her throbbing privates. “Should probably move before I wet the Doctor's chair...” Emma stood up slowly and gasped again, bending over and clenching with her fingers. “Alright, I'm okay, I gotta focus. One of the first things I learned here is that folding up and holding myself doesn't actually help.” Emma closed her eyes once more and stood straight, moving her arms to her sides and uncrossing her legs. She walked normally back around the desk and stood in the middle of the room. “If you do stay here, you'll learn that the most important part of holding it is just...not peeing. There's no techniques, no tricky-tricks that can keep it in. Your body can last much longer than your mind can, you just have to learn to ignore the pain and all the signals your brain sends out to let go. People aren't supposed to do this, we're all hardwired to wet ourselves long before it gets to this point. When I think of how I lost control at twelve hundred milliliters on my first day, that much is clear. I've only been here a few days, I know that my bladder couldn't have physically grown so much so fast. It's all in my head.” Emma paused as she noticed the way Maisha was looking at her, a sort of skeptical glare. “Problem?” “You're telling me that you can pee over a liter? Average capacity is half that,” Maisha stated. If she were any less desperate, Emma would have burst out laughing. She suppressed that urge and just nodded enthusiastically. “Hell yeah. I did over two liters just earlier today, that's how I ended up in here.” “Bullshit,” Maisha said dismissively. “Come on, tell me the truth. How much can you really pee?” Emma smiled, seeing Maisha suddenly become interested. “I'm telling you, me and the other girls here can do this kind of thing. I'm currently the record holder, even if it was due to a bout of insanity. I don't think I'll ever match it again. Anyway, look here...” Emma walked over to Maisha, not showing even a little bit of the utter desperation that wracked her body. Maisha looked tentative as Emma approached and stood right next to her, but she did not protest. “Feel.” Emma reached out and gently took the hand that Maisha used to slap at her earlier. She guided it to her belly and placed it on her massive bulging bladder. Maisha squinted as she touched it, the taut skin stretched across the overfilled organ. Maisha moved her hand, feeling the size of it, the shape of Emma's bladder full to nearly its limit. “It's...incredible,” Maisha exhaled. “In Iran, women could never pee outside of their homes. I often held it all day long, but it was never anything like this.” “You could learn,” Emma said. “If you stay here, you'll feel things, magical things.” Maisha was too fascinated with Emma's belly to respond. She continued to rub it, feeling all around to Emma's sides and almost down between her legs. Suddenly, she quickly withdrew her hand as though she had been shocked. “I am sorry, I should not touch you like that. Forgive me.” Emma smiled widely and grasped Maisha's hand again. “Hey, don't worry about that here. I'd let you finger me on the spot if Kay hadn't told me to knock it off with other women for now. Please understand that you're completely free to explore any desires you've ever had here. I know how suppressed you must have been growing up, you did good to become comfortable enough to cam, but you never have to worry again. Everyone here just wants to have fun, you get it?” Maisha nodded and flashed one of the purest smiles that Emma had ever seen. Tears formed in her eyes as she held Emma's hand tightly. “I am so happy to be here,” she cried. “I do want to stay, I want to do this. I want to meet everyone else and be myself for the first time ever.” Emma just smiled along with her, placing her free hand gently on Maisha's left shoulder. “That is so good to-” “I'M HERE!” a voice shouted from behind Emma, greatly startling her. Despite her immense clenching, she felt a tiny leak dribble out of her and snake down her right thigh. She spun around to see Elise stumbling through the door, breathing heavily. “I am SO sorry, Megan. Something unexpected came up, Kay probably told you- Just...get in bed, and you can pee really soon.” Emma released Maisha's hand and walked back to her own bed, climbing in with a pained grunt. Elise set down her clipboard and a large first aid kit and began walking towards Emma. Where Elise had glided so smoothly from the room earlier, Emma noticed that she was now walking slower, more carefully. Her legs were held together and strain was visible on her face. “Looks like you could use a wee as well,” Emma giggled. Elise just sighed. “Yes, the first girl I visited was in a room with authentic set lighting, very hot, I drank a good bit once I got out of there. I'm fine though. Lay back.” Emma did as instructed, leaning her head against the raised back of the hospital bed. “Kay told me that I could pee if I absolutely needed to, but I held it all in. I wanted to prove that I'm good to go back out there.” Elise nodded and shuffled right next to Emma, pulling a pair of exam gloves on. “I'm impressed. I've had girls wet themselves in here in half the time I've been gone. Either way, I need to be sure that you have full control before I'll let you go. I'm going to try to make you pee. Do whatever you can to hold it.” Emma nodded and braced herself as Elise placed a hand right on Emma's greatly distended bladder. She began pushing in and Emma whined softly, clenching her fists and pushing her kegels to their limit. After a moment, Elise slid her hand between Emma's legs and spread her labia with two fingers and began rubbing at Emma's clit with her other hand. “This...this doesn't seem like standard medical procedure,” Emma giggled breathily, her face turning red. “Not that I mind, but Kay said I'm not supposed to have any sexual contact...” “She'd sign off on this,” Elise murmured. “I'm just simulating stuff other subjects might do to you, to make sure you can properly perform your duties here without losing control. I might have a medical license, but there's no denying that many special circumstances are created in this nuthouse. Also, unlike most women here, I'm completely straight. Trust me, I take no pleasure in this.” “Well, I do,” Emma sighed, trying not to become too flustered. Elise's actions were certainly making it harder to hold it, and it became far more difficult as Emma felt a finger slide inside of her and begin tickling her g-spot. “You're...you're gonna make me cum before you make me pee,” Emma moaned through the lip that she was biting. “Believe me, I can hold it.” Elise nodded and withdrew her hand. “Close your eyes, and don't open them for anything.” Emma did as she was told. Nothing happened for what felt like about two minutes. Just as she started growing truly confused, and without the slightest bit of warning, an absolutely massive weight was suddenly slammed down right on top of her bladder. Emma shrieked and folded up in a fetal position, her body wrapping around something hard and round. She opened her eyes and moaned as she saw the huge medicine ball that Elise had just dropped on her. She threw it off to the side and fell back, breathing heavily and moaning with each exhale. “Only a small spurt with the initial impact, no getting around that,” Elise said in a dull monotone. “Well, in my eyes, you're basically as good as new. Astounding recovery, honestly. You really are a special one.” Emma grinned and sat up. “That mean I'm allowed to get back out there?” “Pretty much – But it's already late in the day. I'm gonna say no more holding until tomorrow, just to be safe, so you can pee whenever you like tonight. I know that Kay has something planned for you, so I'm sure she'll contact you at some point. Anyway, if you look to Maisha's right, you'll see two doors. One on the left's a restroom, one on the right is a shower. Go relieve yourself and get cleaned up. I'm going to get back to the woman that injured herself. When you're done showering, you can either sleep here or return to your room. Just don't let your bladder fill up again until tomorrow, I'm sure you'll need to be at your best.” Emma nodded. “Yeah, I expect nothing less. You should wee too though, before you go back out there. I won't even try to peek,” Emma finished, holding her hands up innocently. Elise flexed her lips. “I'm fine, I gotta run. Go shower and pee, I'll be back later tonight. Someone should be in at some point with food for you and Maisha, dunno who Kay will send. Eat and then try to rest.” Emma thanked the Doctor as she turned and left the room with her legs stiff. “She may act a bit above it all,” Emma started with a smirk, “but there's a part of her that's still into it. No reason she couldn't have a quick pee right now, it's not as though the other girl got shot.” “Could just have a strong sense of duty,” Maisha suggested. “Suppose so,” Emma shrugged. “Well, I guess I should do what she told me...” She sat up again and shivered, the immense pressure in her bladder making it difficult to move. “The idea of peeing on purpose seems so weird after all this.” “I'm sure you'll make up for it tomorrow,” Maisha said. “Indeed.” Emma stood and began walking towards the showers. She took small steps, pausing every couple seconds to wiggle her hips. “Oh man, I really gotta go...” She finally made it to the bathroom door and reached out with her right hand, then stopped. “Maisha, you seem interested, so I guess I'll ask... Would you like to watch?” Even with her dark skin, Emma could see Maisha blush. “I- I don't- It wouldn't be-” “Just say yes or no, it's an easy question.” “Yeah,” Maisha whispered. “If you're really okay with it.” “Of course I am. Kay will be really happy that you're getting into it as well.” At that, Emma withdrew her hand and walked to the other door, pulling it open. She stepped into the room, a large shower almost identical to the one in her bathing room. She turned to Maisha, a smile held across her otherwise tense face. “You ready?” Maisha nodded tentatively, leaning to her right for a better view. Emma positioned herself over the shower's drain, opening her legs wide and arching her back. She slid her right hand between her legs and spread her neat labia with two fingers...and then she relaxed. The moment she released her kegels, her pee began flowing from her. Gently at first, just a small stream that fell right into the drain. Over time however, her stream grew into a powerful spray that splattered across the shower floor. Emma closed her eyes and leaned back further, moaning in relief as her bladder began deflating. Her crystal clear pee splashed back onto her legs and pooled around her feet, the small drain struggling to swallow all of it. She went on and on, moaning constantly and thrusting her hips. “I...I feel like I'm gonna cum without even touching myself,” Emma panted. “It just feels so good...” Maisha did not respond. She was completely transfixed on the sight in front of her. Emma loved the sight of Maisha's wide eyes. She really was beautiful, and it only just occurred to Emma that she'd never seen a middle-eastern woman naked before. She'd never had reason to try, having only recently discovered just how gay she was capable of being. Maisha's body was magical. Her breasts were slightly larger than Emma's and she had smooth wide hips that Emma could only dream of, as well as a completely flat belly that Emma knew would beautifully display a bulging bladder. “You are gorgeous,” Emma blurted out. Maisha covered her face with her hands. “Stop that, I'm already embarrassed enough,” she complained. “You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen,” Emma asserted. “I mean it, you are just amazing.” Maisha sighed and dropped her arms. “You are very beautiful yourself,” she responded. “I can't believe you're still going...” Emma grinned and looked down at the thick stream that still flowed out of her. “I don't think I'm even half way done,” Emma said. She placed her free hand on her belly and pushed in, giggling as her stream sprayed out even harder. “Ugh I feel like I'm gonna collapse, my legs are all wobbly.” Emma leaned against the wall and slid onto her butt, the warm puddle of pee still failing to fully drain. Her flow was shooting straight forwards now, only the rim of the shower preventing her from soaking the floor of the Doctor's office. She crossed her legs and smiled as her pee was redirected up onto her stomach, warming her further. “Hey, I can't see,” Maisha complained. “Ah, sorry about that,” Emma laughed, spreading her legs wide again. She continued to relieve herself in the shower for another thirty seconds, and with a final push, she released a strong spurt that very nearly shot over the shower's rim. Once she was finished, she just laid there, eyes locked with Maisha. “So...what did you think?” Emma asked, as though she were asking a teacher's opinion on an essay that she had recently turned in. “I just can't believe that anyone can keep that much pee inside of them,” she said in a stunned voice. “I could have held more, if I tried hard enough and if I was in perfect condition. I have had a long day though. You'll see me at my best soon enough. Maybe I'll have Kay show you a video of the wee that got me put in here.” “I... I think I'd like that,” Maisha muttered. Emma grinned as she got unsteadily to her feet, being careful not to slip in her pee. “Shower time.” Emma reached out to the electronic panel, now familiar with their operation. She set it to the perfect temperature and exhaled as she was enveloped by the warm water. She never bothered to close the door, and Maisha watched intently as Emma took a very long shower. Every sort of toiletry and accessory she could ever need were lined up in fancy racks along the wall, just above head level, and she washed her hair and shaved her legs, then Emma lathered up her whole body with a shower gel that she was certain cost more than a month's water bill. A few minutes later, Emma shut off the water. The moment she did so, a tile in the wall flipped open and a rolled towel slid out onto it. “Yeesh, I haven't got that in my room.” She took the towel and moaned as she felt how warm it was. She wrapped it around her chest and stepped out of the shower feeling like a new woman. The moment she did so, the door to the room opened and a massive cart was forced through it, followed by a breathless Tsu. “Sorry I took so long,” she panted. “I wasn't familiar with Maisha's dish, but I did it! Kay ordered it especially for you.” She pushed the cart between the two beds as Emma climbed in, smelling an unusual but wonderful scent wafting from it. Tsu pushed open the cart's lid, revealing two shining trays that could have easily been solid gold, knowing Kay. Tsu grabbed one of the trays and handed it to Emma. “For you, four strips of lobster tempura with eel sauce, and for sides, two pieces of Ikura, two pieces of Uni, and six pieces of white tuna sashimi. I know we just had sushi, but I still had these ingredients fresh and did not want them to go to waste. I hope you're okay with this.” Emma enthusiastically grabbed the tray. “Of course, can never get enough of it.” Tsu smiled and nodded as she handed Emma chopsticks and a small cup of soy sauce and wasabi, then turned to Maisha. “For you, I have a main dish of lamb Kebab-e Barg, and a side of Sabzi Khordan with Nan.” Maisha reached for the plate, but Emma noticed that the smile on her face was simply polite rather than excited. “Thank you,” she said softly. “Not a problem, it was pretty fun cooking something so different. I have some drinks too, water, soda, beer, wine... watcha want?” “I'll have a beer,” Emma said. Tsu nodded and handed her a bottle with a label that was completely in German, then looked to Maisha. “Beer for you too?” Maisha cocked her head. “I have never had alcohol, I was never permitted...” Tsu held out another bottle with a smirk. “Wanna try?” Emma looked on curiously as Maisha slowly reached out and took the bottle. Tsu clapped her hands and reached back into her cart and withdrew a bottle opener, handing it to Emma. “Alright girls, enjoy the food and have a good night!” Tsu bowed slightly, then pushed her cart out of the room. Emma immediately grabbed her chopsticks and reached for a piece of the Ikura, but paused as she saw Maisha sadly staring at her tray. “You alright?” Emma asked. “I guess,” Maisha sighed. “It's just that this is the sort of food I had every night at home. I know that Kay's heart is in the right place, but it is just bad memories.” Emma frowned, then brightened right up as a thought occurred to her. “You ever try sushi? I'd be glad to trade!” Maisha side-eyed the tray that Emma held. “I haven't tried much seafood in my life. What exactly is it?” “Well these sticks are lobster tempura, basically just means lobster fried in panko breadcrumbs. Then this here is the ikura, that's salmon eggs, insanely good. Then these beige ones are Uni, sea urchin. They have a sort of nutty flavor but it's bloody brilliant. Then these slices are just raw...white...tuna...” Emma trailed off as she saw the look on Maisha's face, as if a strange man had just flashed her on the street. “Hey, I know it sounds really weird, but it's soooo good.” “Well,” Maisha conceded, “I'd rather starve than eat this tonight, so let's do it.” Emma stood and switched the trays out, taking a moment to crack Maisha's beer as well. Maisha was scootched all the way to the right of her bed from where she had been watching Emma pee, and with not much chance of Elise returning soon, Emma took the opportunity to sit beside Maisha on the free half of the bed. Maisha smiled and settled back down, looking over her new tray. And so the two new friends ate together. It took Maisha quite a while to get past the tempura, but once she finally tried the more interesting sides, she quickly fell in love with them. She spent a good fifteen minutes ranting on about the different flavors and textures while Emma just quietly enjoyed her own food. She'd eaten similar before, and it wasn't her favorite stuff, but she certainly liked it well enough. Eventually the two women were full and satisfied, and Maisha turned to her beer. “I guess it's time to try this...” “CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” Emma teased. Maisha just tilted her head with a sarcastic look on her face before she lifted her bottle and took a small sip. “Hmm,” she sounded. “I was expecting it to be way stronger than this, but damn it's good.” “It's only beer,” Emma laughed. “Try vodka or scotch, then talk about how strong something is...” “Maybe someday,” Maisha mumbled through another sip. They both finished the beers over the next few minutes, and Emma yawned as soon as she set her empty bottle down. “Mmm, I'm tired,” Emma breathed. “I wanna fall asleep right here but I don't think the Doctor would be too happy about it.” “Ha, no she would not,” Maisha snorted. “Get back in your own bed, you hopeless lesbian.” Her bladder empty, Emma finally let herself erupt into laughter. She didn't know if it was the beer or just her general level of happiness, but that was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. She nearly fell over trying to climb out of Maisha's bed and she was still laughing as she fell into her own. Maisha began laughing with her, and it took a while for them to calm down. Finally, as the last of the giggles wore off, Emma turned to Maisha. “I am really glad to have met you. I know we're going to become amazing friends here. I'm sorry that I have to leave you tomorrow.” “It's fine,” Maisha said. “I'll be out soon too and I really look forward to it. Now I am tired as well. Hopefully I'll see you in the morning, before you go.” Emma nodded. “I'll be sure to say bye. Goodnight, Maisha.” “Goodnight, Emma.” ***** “Emma...” “Emma?” “MEGAN!” “Ahwuhd issit?!” Emma sputtered, shaking herself awake. She had completely forgotten where she was for a moment, and it took her a few seconds to recognize Maisha leaning over her. As her eyes cleared, Emma glance to the digital clock that hung over Elise's desk. It read 6:03 AM. “I'm sorry, I waited as long as I could,” Maisha whispered, almost directly on Emma's neck. “I woke up two hours ago completely desperate to pee.” This was more than enough to get Emma's full attention. The redhead sat up quickly and looked over Maisha. She was on her feet, her thighs squeezing together and her whole body shivering. “I went and sat on the toilet, but I could not do it, not after what you did last night. I went to the fridge behind Elise's desk and drank two bottles of water and I just waited and waited, hoping you'd wake up, but I don't think I can hold it anymore...I know you would want to see me do it...” Emma got to her feet, her mind completely awake now. She reached out and held the injured woman by her shoulders. “Maisha, are you sure you should be standing? Are you really okay?” “I'm fine,” Maisha yelped, shaking Emma off of her. “Megan, you were right, this is...indescribable. It's...it's like my whole body is melting. The pressure between my legs is so strong that the pain from my injuries has completely faded away. I know I'm gonna pee any second, but I don't want this to end!” “That's why we hold it in,” Emma said. “The longer you hold it, the better it feels. Are you gonna go in the shower, or are you gonna try to hold it for as long as you can?” Maisha blinked. “I... I dunno, I figured I'd just pee for you like you did for me. But I guess I could try to keep holding it. Do you want me to keep holding it?” Emma frowned slightly. Of course she wanted Maisha to keep holding it, but she knew the woman was injured and inexperienced. She knew it would be unethical to request such a thing. “I can't ask that of you,” Emma finally said. “You just need to do whatever you're comfortable with.” “I'mgonnaholdit,” Maisha blurted out all at once. “You'll help me, right?” Emma couldn't hide the stupid grin on her face if her life depended on it. “Of course I will. Just remember, I can't do anything with you. If Kay found out, she'd... Well, I honestly don't know, but I have no plans to find out.” “Feel my bladder,” Maisha commanded, seemingly oblivious to what Emma had just said. Emma sighed and reached out, placing her right hand on Maisha's belly. It wasn't solid...but it certainly wasn't soft either. Emma could feel Maisha's round bladder through the bandages, and it was clearly full and expanding. Emma pressed in lightly, causing Maisha to cry out and lurch backwards. Emma noticed that she was not holding herself or crossing her legs. She was obviously trying to follow Emma's advice from the previous night. “You feel pretty full,” Emma whispered. “You can still hold more though. How about another drink?” Emma turned away from Maisha and walked behind the desk, spotting the mini-fridge that Maisha had mentioned. It contained mostly bottles of water, although there were also various snacks. Emma took one of the bottles and closed the fridge, quickly returning to Maisha. She took the water and chugged it down with absurd speed, setting the bottle on her bed. She then began performing a little dance, still trying hard not to hold herself or cross her legs. “I wonder how long I'll be able to hold it,” she pondered aloud. “Elise always comes in at almost exactly seven, so we have a little less than an hour. If I haven't lost control by six fifty, I'll have to do it in the toilet or shower...” “I'll squeeze it out of you before then,” Emma threatened, playfully reaching towards Maisha's belly again. She whined and stepped back, grabbing Emma's hand. They stood like that for almost a full minute, Maisha shaking and moaning... And then the woman suddenly stepped forwards and leaned towards Emma's face, her lips held slightly open. Emma gasped and stepped back, crossing her hands over her chest. “Maisha, no. I want to, I really do, but Kay said I can't do anything...” “Please, Megan,” Maisha begged, her hips rocking and her chest heaving. “I've never had any friendly sexual experience. I've wanted this for so many years. I just never thought it would be with another girl, but with how I feel right now, I'll go crazy if I don't get off. Kay feels for me, she'll forgive you.” Maisha stepped in again, grasping Emma's arms and pushing her exposed breasts against Emma's own. “It's...not only about Kay,” Emma breathed, directly against Maisha's lips. “She's been planning a night with me since before I even got here, and I know that it's going to be unlike anything I've ever experienced. I want to be completely ready, I want to need her, I want to be absolutely desperate for her touch.” Maisha just whined, leaning against Emma. The woman's skin was very warm, her body strained to its limit from the effort of containing her pee. “Alright...” “That said,” Emma continued softly, “I don't see any reason that I can't help out another girl, as long as I don't get off myself...” Maisha yelped as Emma stepped into her, pushing her back towards her bed. Maisha's butt pressed against the edge and she rolled back onto it, and before she could get another word out, Emma buried her face between Maisha's legs. Maisha screamed out loud, some part of her reasonable mind hoping that Elise was out of earshot, wherever it was that she slept. She wrapped her legs around Emma's head and pulled her in harder, gripping the sides of her bed with all of her strength. Emma wrapped her arms around Maisha's thighs, letting her tongue slide up and down the woman's vulva. Every slight flick of her tongue made Maisha squeeze harder and shake more powerfully, and her voice was loud enough that Emma was thankful for the thighs that were pressed over her ears. Maisha's privates were burning hot and completely slick with sex, and grew even more so as Emma's tongue found its way to Maisha's clit. Emma could barely stay standing with how Maisha was thrashing, Only her grip on Maisha's powerful legs was keeping her in place. She circled Maisha's clit with her tongue, and she felt herself growing very wet and excited. She ignored the powerful sensations and focused completely on the task at hand. She slowly released one of Maisha's legs and slid her left middle finger into Maisha, finding her g-spot quickly and rubbing it hard. Maisha kicked out like a mule, moaning incoherently, her whole body bouncing around on the bed now. This went on for a little longer than a minute when Emma felt something hot and wet spray hard against her chin. Emma ignored it and moved her hand faster, rotating her finger around the rough patch that was any woman's most pleasurable locale. It didn't even take one more minute – Without warning, Maisha tensed up so hard that Emma couldn't even breathe. Her legs then kicked out to the sides and Emma fell free, leaning back to watch Maisha's movements. She thrust her hips in the air, absolute pleasure clear in her voice. She bucked and curled up, then spread out again, and finally a great spurt of white liquid flew from between her legs, splattered across the floor, and then Maisha went limp. She began muttering a bunch of nonsense, seemingly near to unconsciousness. Emma had no idea what she was on about at first, but it became clear as a small stream of yellow liquid began dribbling down Maisha's thighs. Emma stood up quickly, ignoring the pulsing, begging calls from her own womanhood. “Come on, you can keep holding it,” Emma encouraged, ethics be damned. “There's still more than half an hour.” Maisha shook her head, covering her face with her hands again. “It's happening...I can't control it,” she said, her voice properly audible now. “Get...get a bedpan, I wanna see how much it is...” Emma obliged without further argument, seeing small drops still falling onto the floor. She grabbed a bedpan from the top of the stack on Elise's desk and jogged back to Maisha, quickly putting it into position. Maisha moaned and spread her legs, scrunching up her face. She continued to leak, but nothing more than that. “I can't let it go,” she groaned. “I'm trying to relax, but I'm just so tense...” Emma did the only thing she could, placing her free hand on Maisha's belly and pushing in hard. Maisha screamed out loud again as her hard bladder was compressed, Emma squeezing in with her fingers as well. It took less than a second for Maisha's stream to explode out of her, splattering into the bedpan and creating a sort of whirlpool that swirled around the light pink basin. Now that she was peeing freely, Maisha fell limp once more and let the relief take her. The sound of Maisha's pee and the sight of it flowing out of her at such close range was driving Emma up the wall. She needed to cum, and she squirmed in discomfort as she tried not to do so right there. It was truly painful, being so close to release but being so determined to withhold it. Maisha kept peeing for longer than Emma would have predicted, about forty seconds total. Once her stream slowed, she finished soon after. The two of them just stayed where they were for a minute, Maisha regaining her strength and Emma trying to cool down before she came on the floor. Eventually Emma stood up and looked at the quantity of pee that Maisha had released. “Not surprised to see measuring lines in these,” Emma stated. “Looks like just about seven hundred and fifty milliliters.” Maisha placed a hand over her mouth and moaned in despair. “That's IT?” Emma gently placed a hand on Maisha's shoulder. “It's alright. Like you said, the average bladder capacity is about five hundred. You did good for your first time. You'll get so much better at holding the longer you stay here.” “I can't imagine what it could feel like,” she breathed. “If there was only seven hundred in me, and it felt THAT intense, what would a liter feel like, let alone one and a half or two? It can't be possible...” “It is, though,” Emma said. “Your body is so much stronger than you think it is. It's like the Matrix – Once you accept that these things are possible, you can surpass any limit you ever thought you had. You'll see when-” “When you're fully recovered, and I actually give you permission to hold to your true limit.” Emma recognized the voice before it finished even the word “When.” Emma did not panic, or jump, or try to explain herself. She just knew that she was fucked, and she accepted her fate like a woman. She set down the bedpan and turned to face the door, where Kay stood, hands on her hips, dressed in nothing but light purple pajama shorts and a matching sports bra. And, of course, her flame-colored, feathered mask. “Oh, Emma. That was quite the show, but you had one job..." ***** Author's Notes: As always, I apologize for taking so long with this chapter. I could list a bunch of excuses, but I'll shorten them to "Shit's been nuts, yo." I do hope that you all like Maisha, because she is going to be around for a long time. Not in this thread, as it is coming to an end within the next few chapters, but eventually. I do plan to write the next chapter pretty quickly, as I've been excited to write it for a very long time. It's gonna be crazy good, as well as just crazy. I hope you all enjoy this story, and don't forget to let me know how you like it. Any theories as to who Kay might be? Any suggestions for the inevitable spinoffs? Your comments feed my shameless narcissism. Just kidding. Thank you, everyone. Your kind words HAVE pushed me to finish this very long story. Just you wait. -B.L.
  45. 9 points
    Hi, This is one of my favorite holding experiences ever, and it happened completely by accident! I've told this story before so you may have met it if you've encountered me in a chatroom, but I really wanted to write the whole thing down. A few years back I was accompanying my friend Ava* to an anime convention nearby. She was a convention veteran but it was the first convention I'd been to, so I was wearing the first wig I'd ever bought, and my cosplay was mostly made of things I'd found at thrift shops or ordered online. I don't want to give away what character I was, but I will tell you I was wearing a black maxi skirt and a form-fitting black top. I was skinnier back then, but just as, er, well-endowed as I am now. Anyway, let me get to the story. I wasn't used to how hectic the mornings before conventions were. Ava lived near the hotel where the convention was being held, so we stayed at her house the night before. We woke up way earlier than I'm used to, did our makeup in our bathroom, finished up styling our wigs, double-checked our bags to make sure we had everything and then took some pictures of our cosplays in her front yard before heading out the door. She was in a rush to get to this panel, I think it had some internet celebrity or something. Long story short, I completely forgot to use the bathroom at any point in the getting-ready process. We got to the hotel where the convention was being held at about 11:30 a.m., and headed straight for the line to buy badges. To the dismay of both of us, it was ridiculously long. The badges were being given out in this huge room, but the line stretched even past that and into the hallway. I remember Ava complaining, "I knew we should've bought them online," and obviously since I was new to the whole scene I did not know that at all. Still, we got our places in line. It was when we'd been standing there for about twenty minutes that I remembered I'd forgotten to pee that morning, but at that point there were a ton of people waiting behind us, and I didn't want to lose my place, so I figured I could just hold it. Besides, the line was moving. Finally, maybe about a half hour after we'd arrived, we got up to the actual room where the badges were being given out, and in which the line resembled a very long coiled snake. A security guard was positioned by the door, I guess to make sure nobody stole badges...? Ava was getting antsy because she worried she was going to miss her panel. I was getting antsy too, for a different reason: my bladder was starting to really fill up. I started subtly shifting my weight from foot to foot, and clenching my fists when I felt a wave of desperation coming on. I became grateful for the maxi skirt, as it provided a decent cover up while I jiggled my thighs together underneath it. I was probably about a 4 or 5. After about twenty more minutes in the unending line, I complained, "They better hurry it up, I gotta pee." "At least it's moving," she said. After about another half hour, the end of the line was still nowhere in sight. At this point I was really shifting my weight back and forth, pressing my legs desperately together under my skirt. I could feel sweat running down my thighs from the effort; at least I was pretty sure it was sweat. I'd say I was at a 6 around this time. A particularly powerful wave caught me off guard, and I felt my panties dampen before I was able to bend over to stem the flow. At this point I felt like I had no other option. "Ava, I really have to pee," I said, dejected; "I'm gonna go. I'll meet you after the panel." I was resigned to take my place at the back of the line, and headed out of the room when the security guard stopped me. "I'm just going to the bathroom," I said. "I'll go to the end of the line after." But he wouldn't let me out of there without a badge. I've since wondered why exactly this policy was put in place, or maybe there was some miscommunication where he thought I was expecting him to hold my place. At any rate, he told me he couldn't let me out until I'd gotten my badge, and I went back to join Ava in line and explain the situation. She was sympathetic, and said she hoped the line would move along faster. In line, it was really hard staying still. I found myself pacing back and forth to try and pacify my bladder, and often pulled up the hem of my skirt in an attempt to dig my panties into me more tightly. It felt like a small victory every time we moved up a place in line, but the process for getting each person in front of us their badge was agonizingly slow, and we were still nowhere near the front. I began to worry that I'd actually have an accident. By the time we'd been in line for about an hour and a half, I was thankful not only for the cut of the maxi skirt but for the color, because I had begun leaking. Little spurts escaped here and there and I could feel that the back of my black skirt was getting damp. "Oh my god, can they hurry it up?" I asked. Ava had already missed her panel; all she could do was agree vigorously. When a wave hit I bent over, clenched my legs together, and did everything I could not to think of waterfalls, or fountains, or babbling brooks... I wanted so badly just to grab my pussy and hold it tightly, but I couldn't, not with Ava and about a million other people right there. Still, I jiggled back and forth, basically pee dancing in line. When we reached the front of the line we'd been there for nearly two hours, and I was about to fucking explode. I was hunched over and sweaty, my legs pressed together as tightly as they could go. At this point, although it embarrasses me now, I had my shoulder bag in front of my crotch, and when I felt a wave of desperation I just tried to "discreetly" press it in. Ava, bless her heart, pretended not to notice. I was definitely at a 9, and while I tried to be as pleasant as possible to the nice woman helping us with our badges, in my head I was thinking oh my god oh my god hurry it up please oh please I have to pee right now or I'm gonna piss myself right here. She tried to make small talk about where we were from and stuff, which was absolute torture because I had to just stand there with a pained smile on my face and nod along with her. I shuffled my thighs back and forth and hopped from foot to foot while she took care of all the paperwork. Finally, after two long hours, she handed us our badges. I wanted to sprint to the bathroom, but I had to keep my legs tightly pressed together or it would all come streaming out. I waddled as quickly as I could past Ava, out of the room, and towards the bathrooms which were, thank God, right around the corner. The whole way there I was constantly pulling up my skirt to jam my panties into me, like I mentioned doing before. My mad dash quickly ended when I found a toilet stall and shut the door, jamming my hand into my panties and holding on for dear life. I was shaking, bracing myself on the stall door and grabbing my panties; there was no way I was going to be able to get them down without pissing on everything. Instead, I just lifted my skirt up with my free hand and sat on the toilet. I had to go so bad, pee was flowing out before I could even take my hand away. In a few seconds my panties were soaked by the torrent of piss. It was the longest pee I'd ever taken. Piss streamed out of me, through my panties and into the toilet, and I leaned my head back in orgasmic relief as my desperate bladder finally emptied itself. I closed my eyes and let it all flow, sitting on the toilet for a full minute after I was done. Afterward, I wadded up my panties in toilet paper and threw them in the sanitary trash can; they were too far gone to be saved. My legs had been wetted both my the underwear-wetting and the trickles of pee that had been escaping me in line all morning, so I had to wipe them down with toilet paper. I cleaned myself off very carefully before leaving the bathroom. After all...I would be navigating the convention without underwear for the entire rest of the day. (And if anyone's interested, Ava and I had a really fun time. :) We didn't make it to the panel but we went to photoshoots and stuff and got plenty of fun goodies from the artist's alley!) *not her real name, obv.
  46. 9 points
    @TrueDepression I'm locking BOTH of these threads. You seem extremely pretentious, and then whiny when people don't like it. This thread isn't a discussion, this thread is you calling out a bunch of users because they didn't like what you did and using a discussion as an excuse. Honestly, in my many many years of scouring omorashi.org, this is the most cliche thing about literally any of this. I suggest you take a look at your behavior and consider whether you're alienating the community you're trying to be a part of by acting the way you do. Locked.
  47. 9 points

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    Ok, so I’ve been posting a lot of pictures of panties and pads lately, and I know many of my friends and followers are not entirely into this sort of thing, so I’ve got more pad tests coming up for those of you who are, but in the words of John Cleese… “and now for something completely different.” Well, I’m sure all of you know by now that I love panty wetting and that I also sell my panties online. I’ve been doing this for almost a year now, and it’s tonnes of fun! It’s not just a way to get some spare cash to spend on my fetish (and pretty things), I also love doing it. I get a sexy exhibitionistic thrill wearing panties all day that I know someone else will be doing all sorts of things to and with. And my heart races when I go to the post office to mail my package, knowing that I’m sending something intimate and private to a stranger. This might be sounding like an infomercial for Rachel’s Panties, but well you gotta read the plug before you get to your free pictures right? I love wetting panties for customers most of all (which is why I don’t charge extra for this), there’s an added level of naughtiness (and embarrassment) associated with sending panties that I’ve ‘had an accident in’ to a stranger! I thought it might be a good time to walk through the process I follow when preparing panties for my customers, and then share some pictures from my most recent sale. So first of all, someone emails or messages me (I’m not hard to get in touch with, but I handle all my sales through my email), and we chat a little. We discuss what they want, and what I’m comfortable doing, and once all that’s finalized, I calculate the price. They send over their address and a Paypal payment and then we are off to the races. For those who worry, I never keep the addresses, and I even have to annoy my regular customers by asking them each time for their address. I take my customers privacy seriously. I copy the address onto a sticky note or directly onto the envelope, and then it’s forgotten and emails deleted. Customers can pick through my collection of existing panties (found on my website: http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties). When I get a new pair of panties, I’ll do a little photo shoot, and snap pictures of me wearing them, like these (featuring the purple panties which will serve as the Chekhov’s underwear for this entry: In addition to panties from my sexy panty catalogue, I also take special requests. If there’s a certain pair of panties a customer wants, we arrange for me to order it, and then wear it for them (unlike the panty catalogue, the customer needs to cover the cost of the panties, but it can totally be worth it, especially if there’s a particular pair you’ve been dying to see a girl in!) Also I’ve done a bunch of elaborate things for customers. My favorite so far was an entire week of ‘day of the week’ panties, which I wore every day (on the correct day, I’m a good girl after all), and wrote a little diary of what I did over the course of the week in them to go along with the panties. For these kinds of things I’m definitely not averse to giving package deals, and I'd love to do the Day of the Week thing again, it was super hot! Anyhow, then I pick a good day to wear the panties. This depends a lot on what the customer wants. If they want a pair of panties I’ve masturbated in, then I need to make sure I wear the panties on a day when I’ve got time to really have some fun. The same is true for after sex panties, or panties I’ve worked out in. Then I slip into the panties first thing in the morning and go about my day. Every so often I’ll remember that I’m wearing panties for someone else, and my heart will race, pulse quicken, and I’ll rub my thighs together. Sometimes I’ll take a picture of the gusset at work (in the washroom) if it’s already dirty midway through the day, or when I get home. If I’m wetting the panties, which was the case with these lovely purple undies, then I’ll typically do this either first thing in the morning the next day (so they smell extra lovely) or right after I get home from work. If it’s the next morning, I’ll either sleep in the panties or pop them into a baggie over night to maintain their freshness. Because sleeping in panties overnight has not been an option this past month, I’ve been mostly using the after work option these days. Unless I’ve pre-arranged something with my customer, or I’m feeling particularly naughty, I’ll generally wet my panties in my bath/shower, it make clean up easier. Less clean up is sexy in its own right! If my hubby is home, I may get him to snap a couple of pictures of me in my wet panties or wetting my panties, particularly if that’s something I’ve arranged with the customer. He’s still wrapping his head around this whole kinky thing, but he likes looking at my body, and also enjoys how turned on it gets me (and enjoying helping me with that afterwards). With these particular purple panties, I revelled in the feeling of the pee running down my legs in warm rivulets, and may have got myself laid right after showering off my bottom half ;) Then I’ll carefully remove the panties to maintain the sanctity of the wet patch. Then I’ll carefully hang the panties up to try, like this: They usually take about a day to dry. I’m always extra careful here to make sure the panties are completely dry, as slightly wet panties sealed in a bag and shipped around the world will not arrive smelling the way customers want them to smell. Once they are dried, each pair of panties is lovingly folded and placed in an air-tight plastic bag. If I’m not wetting the panties, I’ll take them off and slip them into a bag immediately (unless they need to dry for other reasons). Next up, I slip them into a non-descript manila envelope which has been hand addressed (and fill in a customs label if need be, I’ve sent my panties all over the world!). I’m always careful to use R. Kirwan, just in case the customer doesn’t want people to know that a lady is sending them things, and for the customs label, I usually put handkerchief or fabric for discretion. After all you could use my panties as a handkerchief (and I’m sure some customers do ;) If someone is ordering one or two pairs of regular panties, I’ve got the postage right here at my desk, but if a customer is ordering something special, I may need to wander over to the post office to get exact postage. And yes, I’ve worn and wet other things for people, see my recent bathing suit video: I always use stamps, because they are cool and who doesn’t like a giant stamp with a moose on it from Canada? Seriously, stamps $1 and up in Canada are awesome! And did I mention I love the naughty feeling of getting my package full of panties weighed at the post office? Then it’s off to the letter box for a final goodbye, and my panties are off to my horny customer. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this timeline of a used panty sale, and that you enjoyed the pictures! And this holiday season, treat yourself to something nice, treat yourself to something sexy, treat yourself to something kinky, treat yourself to a pair of my dirty panties ;) Happy Holidays Kinksters! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Rachel
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    Leaking when I got to bathroom.. tried to hold.. started wetting on floor.. sat on toilet and fully pissed myself... IMG_0248.MOV