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  1. I remember a year ago, when I was in high school, I was caught in a predicament with a full bladder. I didn't know anything about omorashi back then, but I still remember vividly what happened. I was going to a swimming competition that day, with a couple of other girls from school. We had our own individual events and a girls-only relay. Nothing would quite have happened if I had been less shy about my bladder. When we arrived at the pool our coach asked us if we needed to go to the toilet. The other girls were all very frank about needing to pee and all rushed to the toilet. I was pretty desperate after the long ride, but it felt awkward admitting I had been holding my pee for the entire bus trip. I am what you might call 'too self conscious'. I was too shy to admit I needed to pee. I know it sounds stupid but that's just who I am. I was the only one who didn't go to the toilet and our coach asked me one more time whether I needed to go. I blushed and boldly admitted I felt absolutely no need to pee. I thought I could go later, casually, like I had needed to pee only just then. But I soon came to regret that decision. After the other girls went to pee, we went to the changing room. I was feeling pretty desperate but it was not enough to cripple me. I put on a one piece swimsuit and goggles, and tied up my ridiculously long hair (seriously I ought to cut it more often). All the time I kept eyeing for the toilets. But I couldn't find any in the changing room at first glance and I thought I would look suspicious if I walked around looking for it. Anyhow, we changed and stepped into the pool-area. The competition started shortly. We all had a dip in the pool as a warm up. After that we waited beside the pool for our events. I had a 50 metre breaststroke and a relay with the other girls. After the warm up, which ironically left me shivering by the pool, I felt myself needing to pee even more. I considered making a run for it now but that would show I was holding it in all along. Again my shyness kept me back. We sat around one of the tables lined beside the pool. One by one my friends went to their respective races. I tried my best to hold it and crossed my legs tightly, but not too tight to make it seem obvious I was holding my pee. I don't think this applies for boys but this method is very effective for girls, as my thighs could help squeeze my muscles together. So I sat their, trying my best to maintain a calm face. I kept rubbing my thighs and my belly to divert my attention to my bladder, but I felt like peeing more than ever. I was stuck like this for 30 minutes when I realised my turn was coming soon. I made up my mind to tell my coach I needed to go to the toilet. It was now or never. Despite my determination I still hesitated, and after a minute being unable to muster my courage, my coach came to me and asked me to get ready. I knew I had to act fast. "I need to go to the toilet. I'll be back right after." "I told you to go before. The toilets are miles away, you'd miss the event by the time you come back" I felt myself blushing deeply when he said 'I told you to go before' "I know but I didn't have to go then. But I really need to go now!" But I knew I had no choice. "You either miss the event or hold it like an adult." I walked to the reporting area reluctantly. I was already walking with my waist slightly bent, but I didn't want to make it too obvious. Again I was shy someone might notice. Having the coach knowing about this was bad enough already. The event started about 7 to 8 minutes later (I was acutely aware of time, especially with a full bladder) and I thought indignantly to myself that was plenty of time to pee and come back. It was really hard holding all that pee in while standing up. People were all around me. I lowered my hands and pretended to play with my fingers. When I thought no one was looking I pushed down hard into my va**** and was blessed with momentary relief. I really hope no one was looking. I was soon posed at the side of pool, ready to jump. The icy water hit me. It was easier to hold while swimming, with all the action of the legs. It was half torture half relief though. The movement of my legs was helping me, but since I was doing breaststroke, every time I spread my legs I felt my knees turning to jelly. Anyway, I finished third :) and we were all very happy. I asked my coach whether I could go now, but the relay was coming right after. I felt like crying and that didn't escape my friend's notice. gosh it was the worst part of the day. One of my friends, Alice, came to my defence when the coach said I couldn't go, "Please but she looks like she's about to cry, do you really need to pee?" In good earnest she was trying to help me, but I felt really shy with so many people paying attention to my bladder I wished they would just leave me alone. My other friends joined in and asked me if I was ok, "do you really need to go?" "How long have you been holding?" "It's ok you can go right after the relay." I mumbled I was ok, even though I was not. I hated the attention they were giving me. I wanted to convince them I was fine, but standing there with my waist bent and on the verge of tears wasn't very convincing. The worst part was when they started giving advice on holding my pee. "Try crossing your legs when you stand, it really helps." "Try moving your legs a little." "Try ..." I was so embarrassed and scared other people might overhear my predicament. Our relay soon started. It gone as you might have expected. I was squirming on spot silently while I waited my turn, and Alice was very sympathetic (she's a really nice girl :D ) we won third place again :) I made for the toilets immediately afterwards. I went into the changing room again. It was a large place with a maze of lockers, rows of showers and even a sauna. But I looked around and couldn't find a single toilet! There was no one else in the changing room, and I was running around with both hands cupped over my va**** like a little girl. I started to cry. I truly knew what it felt to be defeated. I literally knelt down on spot and cried. I had been holding it in for so long, but I couldn't even find a toilet to pee in. I wanted to go back and ask my friends where the toilets were, but again my shyness stepped in. It would be so embarrassing to show that all the time I was gone I was still looking for the toilets like some crazy girl. Then I noticed there were drains on the floor. I made a quick check that I was really alone, and crouched beside a drain. I'm actually feeling a bit awkward describing this XD but I moved the part of swimsuit covering my private area aside to pee. A small burst of pee gushed out. Then I heard footsteps. I quickly jammed my hands down my va**** and squeezed hard, stopping the flow. It was a janitor, and she was walking around leisurely with a mop in her hands. I had stood up from my crouched position but I was standing there, half bent, with my hands jammed between my thighs. The janitor saw me and looked surprised. "Dear are you alright, you look like ..." (forgot exactly what she said about my look XD ) I knew my chance has come. I told her I really needed to pee but couldn't find the toilets, and pleaded her to show me the way. Then she told me how the toilets were NOT in the changing room, but outside, separated from the changing rooms. I was half relieved to know where the toilets were, but furious for not being observant enough to notice. What an idiot I was! There was a small line in front of the toilets. There were five (or four? I forgot) other girls waiting (I was lucky already, once I had to wait for about 15 people ahead of me before I could go). I stepped in line. I was bursting and I thought about rushing in and cutting the line, but that felt a bit uncourteous. Twice I opened my lips to ask the person ahead of me to let me go first, but again, shyness got hold of me. The men's room was empty. The competition was girls-only, and there was no one in the men's room. But I bit my lips and waited. I faced the wall beside me and squeezed my pee hole tightly. I heard myself moaning from all the pressure. At long last it was my turn and I stepped into a cubicle. I was in my stupid one piece swimsuit and I had to take the whole thing off to pee. When I was slipping it off my shoulders, I started peeing. I couldn't stop. I slipped the swimsuit off my shoulders and rolled it down to my knees, peeing uncontrollably. At last I sat on the loo, and emptied my bladder properly. It was a really long pee, and I left a small puddle on the floor. After I finished I went away quickly before anyone could notice. I took a quick shower before I went back. When my friends saw me they started teasing me. It was friendly-teasing but I still felt really embarrassed. Then they saw the look on my face and started teasing how red my face was becoming. Urgh it was one of the most embarrassing experiences I've had in my life. Thank god it was a girls-only race. I can't imagine how it would be if there were boys around as well. So that ends it. Every time I think of the whole experience I feel really stupid about myself. I didn't know about omorashi back then. This all happened around last October. My friends wouldn't let me forget it either. I guess they knew I had been holding from the start of the trip. When we go out they'd ask me "do you need pee?", and for the first few times I instinctively said "shh no so loud!" Then they started teasing me for that as well XD Hope I didn't bore you with this. :) thanks for reading.
    6 points
  2. Hello all, In the midst of all the craziness that's been happening with custom wetting videos, I have one to share by someone else. She genuinely enjoys the fetish as you can pretty clearly see. Enjoy :) Erin Bathroom Wetting.flv
    5 points
  3. I had a tutorial at university years ago where we talked about risk and how people saw and acted on the chance of events occurring. The example I remember used in the tute was "If you were out at a pub on Friday night and had had a few drinks, what percentage chance of getting into a accident on the way home would encourage you to call a taxi instead of driving." For me it would have to be really, really small; I might die, kill someone else, end up in jail, lose thousands of dollars since insurance wouldn't pay for anything. That's a really big risk. Right? Anyway the class decided as a group 5% sounded about right. I thought that was completely insane, but didn't say anything because I don't much care for disagreeing openly with people. There's a point to this story. Yesterday I took baby to visit my Nanna, about a thirty minute drive away. I don't really like people to know when I have to pee so I usually just hold it till I get home after visiting her. No problem. But yesterday she wanted me to hang around longer than usual to meet a friend of hers and show them my baby. So we had more tea to drink than usual and I was seriously considering just going to have a wee when her friend arrived. So after a quick nurse of baby I started doing the whole try to leave thing. It took like twenty minutes to actually get out the door. By this point I had to pee pretty badly but not quite enough to let a person I'd just met know I needed to pee. Then I drove home and went to the toilet. I was totally busting by the time I got there and it was a fairly close run thing, but I made it fine and it's not a great story from a omo point of view. But thinking about it later I realized that that was a pretty chancy thing to do. Firstly, distracted driving is dangerous and needing to pee badly is distracting, and especially a car accident with a full bladder isn't a recipe for good health. And secondly, the road between my Nanna's house and mine has occasional car accidents that lead to extended delays. About one time in twenty the trip is extended by at least 30 minutes. I most definitely couldn't have waited an extra thirty minutes, fifteen would have been dicey. So I essentially took a ~5% chance of wetting myself to avoid excusing myself to the bathroom. When I look at the numbers I totally shouldn't have done that. I thought it was an interesting thought.
    4 points
  4. Sooo, I have been more of a silent reader in this forum. I have decided to change that. Right now I'm working on improving my english and a suggestion was to write something. This is the first thing I've ever written and I must say it was quite fun. I really hope it is actually enjoyable. „Are you sure this is the right place?“ asked John. They stood in front of a small cavern entrance, a musky smell hung around wavering from the entrance. Nova took a sip from her water skin and nodded. “My tongue has never failed you, has it?” Her forked tongue shot out of her mouth. She raised her eyebrows. “Well there aren't any food stalls this time round,” said Finn. “Shut up elf boy,” said Nova. Her eyes narrowed as she started staring down the elf. “It's true, you are a glutton,” he said, gesturing down her thick snake like tail. “Stop it,” said John. This would end like always, he thought. Finn angers Nova and she usually dislocates some of his limbs. Why would you anger the woman who is part snake and could crush you like a mouse? John just shook his head a little, listening to Finn and Nova arguing. John got them to stop eventually. “Should we discuss the plan again?” “I know my part,” said Nova, “I don't know if he does.” She hinted at Finn with her shoulders. “Of course I do.” “OK, that's settled then,” said John, “Let's go.” As the tracker Nova went first. She slid along the cold floor, orienting herself by smell rather than relying on sight. Did I forget something? She asked herself. She checked her equipment. Greatbow and the arrows, everything was in it's place. She took another big sip from her waterskin. Her mouth was always dry like a desert when she was tracking something. After a few minutes of travel the air got fresher, a faint glimmer of light illuminated the distant walls. “There you are,” whispered Nova. The cave had a big open area deep inside. In the middle a winged creature rested. It's scaly skin was menacing with spikes. It had two huge feet and two wings. Nova noticed the gaping hole in the ceiling. Must be his entrance. “A thorn wyvern.” Nova slid carefully and quiet along the rough walls. She reached the side of the cave. This would be her place for the ambush. Now she waited. John and the elf were still quite far away. There was no need to contact them, the cave was huge and the wyvern easily visible. Nova stood still only her ribcage moved slowly with every breath she drew. “Now I know what I forgot,” she thought. Her bladder was giving a slight hint of pressure. She didn't really forget it, it was just really inconvenient to remove the tight Leather armour she wore. But this shouldn't take long she reminded herself. Suddenly two dark figures appeared at the distant entrance. One of them was waving a sword around. Nova grabbed her Greatbow and removed it slowly from her back. The thick black bow was too big to be handled by a normal human. Nova however was a lamia. Even without her tail she was easily a head bigger than John or the elf. Straightening her long muscular tail she readied the bow. She knocked up an arrow, pulled back the heavy black string and shot. The arrow hit the ground just under the creatures wing and shattered. It was not a normal arrow. Hundreds of sharp fragments exploded from the arrows payload, shredding the leathery wing. The creature awoke. It let loose a cave shattering scream. Dark green eyes darted around the room searching for the enemy. It noticed Nova, screamed and started to move towards her. Nova stood still. A little shiver ran down her spine when the creature faced her. “Now!” A human scream echoed through the cave. Yelling nearly as loud as the beast, John charged straight at it. He kept banging his sword on his shield. The creature ignored Nova and faced the new nuisance. The beast lashed out with his fangs. John blocked with his wooden shield. Keeping up the defense he danced around the beasts attacks, slowly turning it away from Nova. Nova knocked up another arrow. She aimed towards the weak scales on the back of the creatures head. A shadow moved. It jumped on the creatures back. Nova lowered her bow. “Goddamn elf,” she said. He wasn't needed in this fight, why must he interfere. The elf jumped on the creatures back. Carefully hopping around the many spikes. The beast moved hastily fighting John. Slowly the elf made his way up it's back toward the neck. The beast noticed. Suddenly it's head flung around spewing a moss green liquid. The elf quickly jumped to the side evading it. The liquid however flew much further. Nova propelled herself upward, using her tail like a spring. It was already too late. “Nova!” screamed John, dropping his Weapons. The wyvern was dead. Finn had dodged the liquid and rammed his thin dagger right in the creatures thin scaled neck. John stared at the scene in front of him. The wall was covered in a sticky green liquid. Nova right in the middle of it all. From her tailtip up to her collarbone, she was covered in a thick layer. Her right arm was just above the liquid as well as her head. “I'm stuck,” said Nova. She touched the liquid with her fingers, it drew long threads of slime when she moved them away. She couldn't move anything expect her arm and Head. “It's not poisonous or anything. Just super sticky. Thank god it didn't hit your face,” said John, “and it's slowly melting away already.” His eyebrows shot up and he smiled. “Guess you have to stick around.” Nova rolled her eyes. A few minutes later John decided to make a camp in the cave. They had to wait for Nova to become unstuck. The green slime was actually quite comfortable noticed Nova. Like a really tight warm bedroll. Nova thought about all the water she had drank until now. Her bladder felt a little tighter. The slime pressed her against the wall making the feeling worse. She just had to endure it until the slime melted away. “You want something to eat?” asked John. He held a dry piece of bread up in the air. “You know,” said Nova when John came closer,”This wouldn't have happened if he had just followed the plan.” The elf had sharp ears. “You could have just dodged,” he said and grinned at her. “You just wait till I'm down.” “It's gonna take a while. A few hours at least,” said John. Nova flinched a little. Her bladder kept on filling mercilessly. A few hours would slowly become torture. Her hand moved towards her crotch. A thick layer of slime blocked her way. She sighed and leaned her head against the wall. Minutes seemed to grow into hours. Little droplets of slime kept forming on the edges of the blob, landing on the ground with a satisfying splashing noise. Every drop sending a slight shiver down Novas spine. The cave was quiet. John was laying on his backpack. His chest slowly rising and lowering in a quiet rhythm. After a while the elf stood up. He flexed his arms for a bit and headed for the opposite cave wall. Nova saw him fumbling with his leather armour and mentally braced herself for what was about to happen. The sound of rushing water, splashing on rocks. Nova turned her head until her neck started to hurt. The sound seemed to follow her. The whole cave was echoing the sound of water and moans of relief. Nova clenched every muscle she had when stinging waves of pain hit her. She bit her lip. “Imagine a desert,” she told herself, ”dry sand as far as the eyes could see. Just lying there in the burning sand. The sun warming my body.” She pressed her eyes together. The pressure was a bit more bearable now. The sound of rushing water had also stopped. The elf just looked at her. His head tilted to the side, a little smile on his lips. “He knew what was going on,” thought Nova, “He is responsible for this in the first place. He should be stuck here, not me.” Nova tried to smile, managing only a grin. A small drop of sweat was running own the side of her head, slowly crawling downwards to be absorbed in her armour. The elf went back to his meditation. Nova wasn't sure if he could still see or hear her. He just sat there, cross legged and hands folded. The slime had now melted far enough for Novas tail tip to become unstuck. She could move it around a little, nothing more. Her body however was still fully encased. Like steady waves the desperation hit her. Every few seconds her whole body tensed up, trying to hold back the flood. She had started sweating and was breathing quite heavily. It was just a matter of minutes before the slime would become thin enough to break free. At least that's what she told herself. But hidden behind images of dry sand and hot sun was another thought. An oasis filled with clean cold water. Something to just lay in and relax. The tension being washed away by little soft waves. Novas relaxed for a second, giving in to the waves. The feeling of wet leather against her skin brought her back to reality. Her body jerked heavily. She took a deep breath, clenching her muscles with all her might. Her crotch was feeling warm and wet. The cloth she was wearing under her armour spread the wetness up her lower body. Was this her final stand? She hesitated, holding on to the thought of the oasis, the sweet embrace of relief. “No,” she shook her head. She wouldn't lose here. I would just end up soaking in my own pee being encased here. This was no oasis, this was a sewer. She would fight until the end. She was sweating and breathing like she had just ran a marathon. Slowly her body was starting to feel numb. She could barely feel her bladder anymore. The only thing left was a throbbing pain running up her lower body. “I have an idea!” Suddenly John jumped up, pointing towards the sky. He started rummaging in his backpack. Novas eyes widened, could this be freedom? John approached Nova with a small bottle in his hand. He opened the bottle and poured its contents over his arm. He touched the slime. It didn't stick. “I'm a genius,” he said smiling proudly,”I'll just drag you out by your belt.” Nova didn't have time to answer. John shoved his Hand through the now only hand deep layer of slime. His fingers reached her belt. They also reached her bladder. It must have felt like touching solid stone. A cold electric shock ran up her body when John strafed her bladder. He grabbed her belt, his knuckles denting Novas bladder. She felt her muscles give in for a tiny moment, just enough for a spurt of liquid to escape. John pulled harsh on her belt. With a smacking noise Nova came loose from the wall. She felt a sharp sting in her bladder. Her muscles tensed up one last time, postponing the inevitable. Her eyes rolled backwards when the feeling of relief hit her. A wave swept her desert away. The hot sand turned to cool refreshing water. She was floating freely, her arms spread wide. Staring towards the sky, she bathed in the warm, homely feeling of blissful relief and pleasure. The cave floor or the wide ocean, it made no difference to her. She remained motionless. Her mouth stood wide open, caught in the middle of a desperate moan. The muffled sound of water hitting cloth. A steady, never ending stream of liquid poured over her thighs. Slowly forming a puddle beneath her. She didn't know, nor did she care for how long she laid there. She was still filled with ecstasy when she had long emptied her bladder. It was when John coughed for attention, that she came back to her senses. “Well,” John said. He started scratching his head, not quite sure what to do or say now. Nova had just lain there with liquid pouring out of her for at least two minutes, after that she just kept staring at the ceiling. “There is a lake nearby.” Nova got up, looked at John with a red, sweaty face. She said nothing. Her clothes were drenched, she was leaving a trail of droplets where ever she went. She left the cave. The sun was already starting to set. She had just reached the lake when she noticed that her bladder wasn't completely empty. So she laid back against a tree. Her muscles didn't need any signal to let go. Slumping backwards against the tree, she let out a moan. Enjoying the warm liquid pouring out of her. The sound it made when it hit the soft ground. It was not quite as blissful as before, but rather enjoyable. She spend a few minutes just sitting in the evening sun, remembering the bliss of reliefe. “The elfs gotta pay for that. And I know how.”
    3 points
  5. In this topic i will post some sightings i have had during the years. I will start with one from late eastern 2014: A wet girl coming from the local train: I was riding the local train home from work after a long day. It was around 20:00 o'clock in the night. I got off at one of the stations in the city centre . As i went along the train side towards the escalator up to ground level i noticed two girls in front of me. They had gotten off from the same train. But the thing that caught my attention was a very visible wet patch on the butt of one of the girls. She was wearing very dark blue jeans and a long beige jacket. Her jacket covered her entire butt. And on her jacket there was a very distinct wet stain. It formed the shape of a half circle, and covered her entire butt. I suspected immedeately that she had peed herself, sitting with her jacket partially underneath herself. I got slightly closer. I was not able to see any wetness on her jeans, though. Maybe that was because her jeans were very dark, and any wet stains would be hard to see. I hadn't not seen any of those girls on the train, so they must have been in a different carriage. They continued up the escalator. I was a couple of meters behind them now. The girl with the wet stain but her hand on the wet spot, and rubbed it around. She whispered something to her friend. Her friend looked at the wet stain and said: "Neida, det synes ikke" / "No, it's not visible". Which was obviously a lie. It was visible as hell. As they reached the station hall i heard her friend ask: "Skal du på do før vi drar videre?" / "Do you want to go to the toilet before we proceed?" I didn't hear her answer. But they started walking towards the subway station, in the same building. And in the opposite direction of the toilets. So obviously, she didn't want to go. I went towards the subway station too, to catch a ride the last leap home. I was a few meters behind those two girls all the time. But still i was not able to see any wetness on her jeans. Maybe the stain was limited to her butt area? Or maybe it was because her jeans was so very dark blue that it the wetness wouldn't be very visible at all, in not so bright light? Once more she rubbed the wet area on the bottom of her jacket and asked her friend: "Er du sikker på at det ikke synes?" / "Are you sure it is not visible?" Once again, her friend lied to comfort her and said no. At the platform on the subway station she stood with her butt against the wall all the time. Hiding the wet stain. It didn't take long before she started crossing her legs tight. She looked unconfortable, rubbing the wet stain on the backside of her jacket every now and then. And most of the time she held her hands together in-front of her crotch. When the next train arrived i got on. And that was the last i saw of her. In my area there are a mix of quite old and new trains used in the local traffic. The old type have the toilets closed off in urban and suburban areas, as they are equipped with old-style train toilets who flush directly on the ground. Which is unacceptable nowadays. This has led to a few desperations, and also some wet sighting like this through the years i've riding the local trains to work. But the old trains, with the toilets sealed off are now being phased out in favor of newer ones. Some of them are also upgraded, but they are now equipped with vacuum toilets. So i don't expect much more sightings on the local train in the future, though.
    2 points
  6. Might as well post this here as well. A rather radical remix of Greek mythology. So begins a story that has no business being a fetish story, but it is. Chapter 1: Quantum Leap Above her, a monolithic tower loomed. According to the legends her grandmother loved to tell, may she be ever present in the trees and the rivers, they had once used that tower to send men to the moon. It was just an old tale, like the flying ships and the war to end all wars. Still, it seemed like the tower was speaking to her through the ages. Sasha didn't know what it was telling her. Below the tower was a limestone castle lined with sun-panels, and around it, Aulis, named after some long-gone city, like all the others of the known world: Athens, Sparta, Syracuse, Thebes, Corinth, Roma, Edessa, Byzantion, Mycenae, Troy, Esfahan. She and her horse were waved through the city gates, and then she was passing by the port district. A hundred ships or more were anchored in the bay. A galley lay at the nearest quay, bobbing gently on the water as glistening slaves carried luxury goods out of a ship. She stopped for a moment to ask an old man what it was they were unloading. It must be valuable, judging by the several dozen hoplitai who were guarding it, inclining their spears ominously at passers-by who stopped too long to look. “Computers,” said the old man. “Computers?” “Number machines. They can calculate the eclipses or predict the outcome of a battle before it even begins.” “That sounds like an oracle,” Sasha said. “It's magic,” the man said, and then both of them received a prod with the wooden end of a spear. Sasha almost fell off her horse, and only just managed to hold on to the reins. Cursing loudly, she continued on, weaving through the city toward the castle gates. She passed by the bustling agora, where men and women haggled over such mundane wares as apples, fish, mutton, beef, cotton and slaves, and luxury goods like whale meat and sealskin from the frozen north, ivory from the south, batteries from the west, rare earth metals from the east, pearls from the Peloponnese, and electric devices from all over. She stopped to observe an old man, glasses perched perilously close to the end of his nose, demonstrating the inner workings of clockwork. He had a traditional watch, but also several small animal automata, animated either by trickery or by a soul that had been bottled before it could make it to the underworld. A youth pointed to an automaton and asked if it was real. “Are you real? Am I?” Asked the man. Sasha turned away once the connection to the world of flesh and blood was severed. The youth appeared to think the same. “You're not Socrates, you're just a fraud,” said the boy. Sasha left the two of them to have at it. By then all of her was coated in a layer of dust and sweat. She looked nothing like a lady-in-waiting, unattended and dirty. She looked poor, and she was. Her father had sold their house to buy her a horse of her own. She might have walked there, latched onto a caravan, but her father in his wisdom had decided that she would have been turned away at the castle gates, if not the gates of the city itself, if she didn't even arrive on horse. Sasha took a sharp turn right when he reached a bend in the road that she knew led to the pleasure quarter. Brown-skinned and white, the pornai hawked their wares while pimps called out, “one oblong, one-sixth drachma, anything you want!” They were women of all ages, and young men. She had delivered messages to brothels before. It had never bothered her, and she might even enjoyed walking her horse through the quarter, soaking up the life of the city, but somehow she felt that where she was going, this was frowned upon. Instead, she made her way to the castle. It was cold in the shade cast by the tower, and the chill felt somehow metaphysical. This may well be the brains of the city, but it sure as hell ain't the heart. The guard scoffed at her when he saw the dust glued to her skin by her own sweat, but adopted a sickly sweet voice when he asked her for name and business. No doubt he would be laughing behind her back as he sent her away with all the courtesy of a diplomat, beggar that she was. Nevertheless, she had to press on. “Sasha, of Thebes,” she said. “Reporting for court.” She produced a sealed document out of the satchel on her hip. The guard eyed her suspiciously, but accepted the document. He then made her dismount and stand waiting beside her horse in the sweltering heat for close to an hour while the document was, presumably, passed along a chain of officials, until it reached a junior scribe of the Doux, who would then send it back along each link of the chain. Sasha had been shooed into a small courtyard off to the side, not inside the castle proper but part of the outer bastion. Mercifully there was a well, and she drank heavily from a bucket. By the time a red-faced messenger appeared with what had once been her sealed message, she was shifting her legs subtly underneath her peplos. It was another one of the things her father's house had bought her. He had insisted she dress like a proper Greek, and not a foreign slum-rat in dungarees. “You may proceed,” said the guard who had first received her. His face appeared softer, now. He looked at her with something like longing. Did he long to be like her, accepted into the inner castle, or did he long for her? Sasha mounted and rode on, although she immediately regretted it. Sitting with her legs spread amplified her desire to pee. Sasha passed by one great wall, through a gate and then another courtyard, and then, finally, she was in the inner castle. She saw washer-women hang clothes on a line, and she blushed as she realized her first of many future faux pas: none of the clothes hung there looked anything like hers, or like the clothes worn by the men and women of the streets. Here were jeans, hoodies, some kind of tight cotton pants, strange gowns, short pants cut off so high up the hips that the pockets hung out from where the garment ended, lingerie so sexy it made Sasha blush. Lots of bras. Sasha suddenly felt acutely aware of her own unsupported breasts underneath the peplos. Her father need not have bothered: she would have looked less out of place in the clothes she had worn before. A woman stood before her, then. She curtsied and then stretched out a hand to help Sasha dismount. She need not have bothered: Sasha swung off the horse with practiced ease. She'd made a living as a messenger, riding two days distance in one night on occasion. It had been a challenge to her riding skills that brought her to the Doux' attention, or at any rate to one of his attendants'. She'd once competed with a fellow courier to see who could ride a hundred paces the fastest starting from a standing position. Sasha had outraced him by thirty paces, although he had been gaining on her by the end and would have likely won if they continued another hundred. That gave her an idea. A daring, impossible idea. Her father would have never allowed it, but then again, she hadn't told him anything about it. One day, she rode into Thebes and straight to the agora. She'd walked around for a while gathering her courage, and then she had begun shouting. She figured she had to make herself larger than life to stand out from the usual panhandlers, so she began making wild, open gestures, comparing herself to gods and mythic heroes. “Find me a man in all of Hellas who can throw a spear faster than I can mount a horse,” she boasted, “and you will know my lie by the look on my dead face!” “Silly girl,” a woman spat. “Suicidal,” said another. “Just another fraud.” She'd eventually met a man who agreed to arrange a race for her, after she gave him a private demonstration of her skills. They agreed that a hoplos stood at sixty paces would throw a javelin at her, and she, starting from a standing position, would mount and escape before being impaled. It could not be done, they said. But she had been adamant to prove herself, and she had made good money off it, too. Not enough to retire on, but enough not to starve for a while. Sasha had trained by having her sister throw small stones at her; she calculated that she needed to jump up a half-second before the cry of “Throw!” to have any chance, factoring in the greater strength and speed of a man. The event became the centerpiece of a night of entertainment at the agora. The man she'd met had been a promoter of some sort, putting on wrestling shows and horse races. He didn't ask much of her, and even agreed to let her have all of the profits from the betting. He'd made one request, though, and it had been a big one. “You have to do it naked,” he'd said. “What!” She grabbed hold of the lapels on his shirt and shook him. Strangely, he seemed entirely unperturbed. She supposed he was used to athletes with anger issues. “I'm not a whore!” A sly smile played on his lips. “Far from it. We're not here to sell your body. Not to put too fine a point on it, but few women can sell out the agora just on their looks, and you are not one of them.” Suddenly, she'd felt the irrational urge to prove him wrong, even if she had to suck every damn dick in the market. Of course, she had no intentions of going through with it. “Not to worry,” he added after seeing her reaction, “you are still a pretty girl. But no, this is different. The athletes in the Olympic Games in Old Hellas competed naked. The women of Sparta had their own version of the agape,” the rigid military training which consumed their entire childhoods, “which included nude dancing. All the wrestlers in my shows are nude.” And so it was that she ended up naked in front of a thousand people in the crowded agora. The man, Konstantinos, had her walk in carrying an electric torch whose bright whiteness looked entirely incongruous in the otherwise flame-lit dusk. The evening had started with wrestling, and by the time she had watched ten pairs of sweaty, naked men try to break each other to the ground, she had almost become blasé about nudity. Sasha was still nervous. Of course she was. She'd practiced horseriding since she could walk, and she had the fastest mount and takeoff of anyone she'd met, but the thing still seemed suicidal once her employer threw a wrench in her works. Sasha had expected to ride Kuarkiōn—her own horse, named for the god of small things and things which have no name—but her employer would have none of it, for two reasons, as he said: (1) the horse might be harmed, and (2) he would not be associated with the goring of one of his employees. Instead, she was forced to ride an unknown stallion. It was a sin to ride any horse for which you don't know the proper name, unless you are the one naming a foal—a euphemism for horse theft which seemed, in this instant, to be quite literal. She had no idea how the horse would react and no time to practice. Nevertheless, the show went on. Sasha had observed the crier from the edge of her vision, and as soon as he began opening his mouth to yell, she had jumped up, pulled the reins sharply to the side and driven her heels into the horse's sides. She needed only to escape with her life, not make a triumphant run for it. Sasha almost fell off the horse, but she had escaped. The horse wasn't so lucky. The spear had passed through its thigh, and it had to be put down. Even after paying off the cost of the horse, she had been set for a while. After the challenge, a spindly old eunuch had approached her with a proposal she was hard pressed to refuse. She'd thought maybe she might have a career in entertainment, but here was a real offer of financial security on the table. Her father had been furious that she had “risked her life in such a foolhardy way,” although she suspected he was secretly proud of her and angry that he had not been there to witness her moment of glory. He'd pretty much forced her hand. And now here she was. The maid seemed nonplussed when Sasha dismounted with the grace of a water-nymph, but quickly regained her composure. “Neutria,” she presented herself. Sasha was relieved to see that she was wearing something more akin to her own attire—although perhaps being dressed like a servant wouldn't serve her so well at court. “I will be your personal maid. You must be exhausted from the ride.” More like in serious need of a piss, Sasha thought. Not sure what court etiquette was for addressing subordinates—not that she had ever had one, but she had certainly been one, and a cruel part of her wished to see how far she could take the disrespect—she dropped the vulgarities. “Neutria?” She asked instead. “Like the godess?” “Like the godess,” Neutria confirmed. “She of no charge.” Sasha didn't know if that was a veiled statement of subordinance or merely literal. “You don't find many servants around who are named after godesses.” “I think you will find that there aren't many servants out there as good as me.” Neutria led her up two set of stairs, down a hallway past some guards, and into one of the wings of the castle proper. “This is where you will stay with all the Prince's women,” she said. Casually, just like that. “All the Prince's women.” “Say, is there by chance an… outhouse?” Neutria laughed. “You have a lot to learn about court life, Sasha. We don't use those.” Oh. They have flushing toilets here? She had used one, once, after delivering a message to a wealthy patron of the arts. Sasha felt positively royal as she expelled the vilest parts of her and then pulled on a cord to make it all go away. She felt significantly less royal when she saw her own waste float by in a cobbled ditch by the stables. “Anyway, I kind of need to...” She pressed her legs together to emphasize her need, although the movement was more functional than anything by this stage. She felt like she her bladder had been inflated by a bellows like the one she used to get fires going in the hearth. “Hold on just a moment, let me show you around,” Neutria said. “It's really rather urgent.” “It's never that urgent for a lady of the court,” Neutria said. “Not so for the likes of me.” What could that possibly mean? Was she expected to hold it? Sasha really, really didn't want to embarrass herself on her first day at court. She had done that once while riding all night to deliver an overnight message, and had been red-faced for more than one reason when she delivered it, even if it had dried out in the morning sun and no one save her steed would ever know. He didn't seem to mind, the horse. She would miss Kuarkiōn dearly. Sasha had to stop several times on their tour to squeeze between her legs, drawing stares from several of the servants milling about the place. All of them female, save for a couple of eunuchs. By the time they were nearing what was to be her own sleeping quarters, her eyes were watering.
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  7. I'm sorry if my English grammar will be bad sometimes, but that's because English is not my main language. Ooh and by the way, I wrote this last Saturday, so the festival was on Friday;) --- So this is a story about something that occurred to me (a 22-year-old, small, blond girl) yesterday evening together with my best friend (a 18-year-old, small too, but not as small as me, brunette girl). I really like to hold my pee when I'm at home, but when I'm in public with no bathrooms at all, I absolutely don't wanna hold, because I'm way to scared about having a public accident. It was a long time ago so I thought it would be a good idea to do a hold again. I was home alone and my best friend couldn't come over because she had to go to a birthday with her parents, so I was bored. It was like two hours or something after I called with my best friend, before I started to drink for my hold. It was around 8:30pm at that point and I just started to drink half a liter of water, but after I finished my bottle, my best friend called me again. That seemed weird, because I thought she would be on that birthday party already, but I answered the phone. Maybe it would have been better if I didn't, because she called to tell me that her parents couldn’t make it on time yesterday evening, because they came back from their holiday and they were stuck in traffic, so she would stay home and because of that she was bored and wanted to go somewhere else with me. She told me that there was some kind of festival with a lot of music and stuff and she'd love to go there. At first I had doubts, because I just drank half a liter of water, but I thought "why not? I will just pee when we arrive there and half a liter isn’t that much too hold right?", so I said yes and at 9 she came over to pick me up with her car, she was a few years younger than me, but still old enough to have her driver license, because she's 18. Then she suddenly told me something I didn't expected. She told me that there were no bathrooms at that festival, which sounded kind of weird to me, because at what kind of festival don't they have a bathroom? But she told me it would be best to pee before we left, but I already knew that my bladder was still empty, because that half a liter of water was still running through my body, but what should I have done? I couldn't say no anymore, so I still decided to try to pee, but unfortunately there of course wasn’t any pee coming out of my pussy… :S I just thought I could handle it, because I knew that my best friend had really strict parents and when they were back home, which must have been before 12 o clock, they wanted her back home at 12 too, so with that in mind, I got in the car and we drove to the festival. Again; biggest mistake ever. After 20 minutes we arrived at the festival, we parked the vehicle and got to walk to the entrance. Right at the moment I got out of the car, the cold weather wasn’t doing great for my bladder. I immediately felt a wave through my bladder. It seemed that while we were driving, my bladder started to fill up, but it wasn’t that bad, so I didn’t worry. We had to pay entrance, which is unbelievable for a place with no bathrooms, but then there was something I didn’t expected. We got 3 coins for a beer, with every coin you could buy one beer, so that was the reason for the entrance, you paid your beer, before you even decided to even get beer. It kind of enlightened me that there should’ve been so many people with full bladders, because of the “free beer and no bathrooms” thing. The only problem was that I had to drink the 3 beers, because otherwise my best friend would get suspicious. My best friend paid for me too, because of the fact that she wanted to go there so badly. Right after she paid, my best friend immediately wanted to get a beer, which wasn’t that great for my bladder, but if I’d say no, it’d look really weird, because of the fact that she actually paid my coins. After a while it was 10:30pm and my bladder was more and more filling up with that extra beer. My best friend asked me if I wanted another beer too, because she was going to get one, but I thought it would be better to said no, so that’s what I did. She answered “You still have two coins, you know that right? It’d be a waste of my money if you wouldn’t use them and I don’t want more than 3 beers too.” But I said I’d drink it in half an hour. So it was 11 o clock when my best friend was going to get another beer, so I took my second beer too. Because I knew that my best friend always has to be home at 12, I knew that I could drink it fast and after I drank it, I immediately got my last beer too. After half an hour, it was 11:30pm and I could fill my bladder fill up amazingly fast. I knew we would go home in 10 minutes or something, because we still had a 20 minutes’ drive to go and I was so happy of that, because my bladder was at its fullest. I already drank 1.4 liters, but at that moment someone gave us each another beer, because they bought extra and it was too much them, so I drank it to get to a 1.7 liters of fluid in my body. At 11:45pm I was absolutely bursting for a wee. Normally I would love this, but when I was in public, I couldn’t get an accident right? And I could feel that my vagina was already getting wet. I just really wanted to go home as soon as possible, sit on the toilet and just pee like a deflating ocean. Why wasn’t she telling me that we had to get back home? Like 5 minutes later she looked at her watched and I thought “Yeah finally we can go home and I can finally release myself”, but she seemed not to care about the fact it wasn’t already 10 minutes before 12, so I asked her if we shouldn’t get home, because of her parents. Then she told me something I could really cry about: “No, my dad just texted me that they took a hotel for the night, because the traffic problems still are really bad, so we can stay as long as we want. That last sentence was just repeating in my head: “As long as we want.. As long as we want..” I couldn’t believe it, I was about to explode and I absolutely had to find a way to relieve myself now, but I just couldn’t. I just had to hold it in with all the strength I had. At 12:15 I just couldn’t take it anymore and I said I thought I say someone and knew and ran away, well ran.. As fast as I could at least. I saw it wasn’t that busy at the entrance anymore and at that place they had a big advertising sign, so I decided I could sit down behind that sign and relieve myself. I just sat down and started to pee, but immediately there was a guy coming at me, so I was really shocked, stood up and ran away, but at least I was able to run again, because I peed a little, maybe just like 0.1 or 0.2 liters, but the highest pressure was at least gone.. I got back to my best friend and she immediately gave me another beer, because she got an extra coin for herself and one for me. I couldn’t believe it. She was so enthusiastic when giving me that beer and I was like “Nooo.. Not again..”. I couldn’t believe that she didn’t have to pee that badly, was it all just because I drank that extra half a liter at home, that I had to go so badly and she didn’t? I do know her for a really long time and I knew that she has a really small bladder, so I thought that she must have had to pee really badly too, but that she just didn’t tell (just like I didn’t tell her my bladder was about to explode). I just drank the beer she gave me and it was getting harder and harder to hold on. It was a cold night too and I was wearing a really short skirt, so that wasn’t making it any better. I hold it in until 12:45, when I knew that I wasn’t going to make it, so I had to tell her, that I had to go so badly, that we had to get home. I stood up and right after that she already told herself that she wanted to go home, so I couldn’t agree more on that and we left the festival. We walked to the car and when we got in, she told me that she was wet as f*** because she was leaking pee already. (I knew it! She couldn’t hold her pee that long, her bladder was way too small and the beer she drank couldn’t stay in her body forever). But then she told me something else: “You know, there was a reason I was holding it in. As you saw, I was talking to a really hot guy for the biggest part of the evening and I was kinda getting a bit horny of him, but when I hold my pee, which I sometimes do on purpose , I get even hornier, so I kinda liked that”. It seemed liked a perfect moment to tell her that I liked it too, because maybe we could do something naughty together, but I was still kind of scared to tell her, so I just told her that I had to pee really badly too. The only thing she said was “Nice!” and right after that she started the engine and began to drive. It was weird, 5 minutes after we left, I was getting horny of the fact that I was just so unbelievable full of water and beer. Maybe it was because we weren’t in public anymore and we were both just really full of pee? I didn’t know, but I looked at my best friend and she seemed to have just as much trouble holding it as I did. The only difference was that she had to drive and I saw that it was too much for her to do that. We got at a traffic light and she took her right foot to the brake, so we would stop, but when she tried to push the clutch with her left foot, it seemed impossible for her. The engine stalled and she told me “I just have to press my legs against each other or otherwise I will pee my skirt”. She tried to start the engine again and we went on with our trip home. She had a really short skirt too, just like me and I saw her beautiful looking slim legs pushing against each other. Was I getting more horny from my best friend right now? I just wanted her to pee herself right in front of me so badly. I couldn’t get my eyes of her beautiful legs. After a minute or so, she looked at me and said: “Nice huh? I’m about to explode and it seems that you like it, don’t you?“ Before I could even answer, she looked at my legs and said: “Well, it seems you’re having trouble holding the flood in too, right? You’re rubbing your legs against each other as f***”. I didn’t know what to say, but I wasn’t able to say something too, because she continued “I’m just so wet right now, that I have to go to the toilet at your place, because I can’t hold it in until I’m home.” Her house was like a 15 minute ride from my house and her bladder was really full, that was for sure. It was like 1:15am when we arrived at my place. I live on my own, so I didn’t have to bother anyone when I got home. I wanted to run to the toilet as fast as possible, but my best friend pushed me to the wall and her body firmly against mine and said “You can’t hold it in anymore? Is it really that bad?” I didn’t know what to say or to think anymore. I was getting wetter and wetter down there. Not just because I was leaking more pee every second, but also because I could feel my best friends full bladder pushing against mine and I was getting so horny, that I couldn’t resist but to kiss her, so I did and I turned my right leg around hers and I wanted to do something naughty so bad, but I just couldn’t think clearly anymore, because of my full bladder. It all went so fast after that, we kept kissing each other and suddenly she was taking of my clothes. I was kinda nervous, but I did the same with her clothes, we got into my bedroom and push her on my bed, but when I pushed her, I felt on her, which was unbearable for my bladder, so I just peed all over my best friends naked body. She just liked it, she was spreading it all over her beautiful body. She told me “That was really warm pee, so hot! Can you please lay down? I have to get rid of some hot pee too and I know you want it on your body, so hurry up, before I lose it, because it’s even harder to hold on when I’m lying on my bed.” I didn’t even have to think, I just lay down and she peed all over me. It was so unbelievably hot. She gave me a kiss and told me to do a hold together soon. After that, she went to the fridge and took a big bottle of water out of it. She drank 1 liter and said ”Well, I’m going home now, I hope there won’t be any traffic I run into, because I think I can’t hold this liter inside of me for so long, bye.” She winked at me and left my house. I couldn’t realize what happened, but I knew that this would’ve changed our friendship in a good way :) I drank a glass of water and got to bed, because I was really tired, but at 6 o clock this morning, my doorbell was ringing. I didn’t know what was going on at such an early point of time, so I got to the door to find my best friend standing there with her hands between her legs, bouncing up and down, begging me to let her use my toilet, so I let her in and she ran to the toilet and pulled me in with her. She pulled down her skirt and I saw a flood of pee coming out of her vagina. I didn’t get it, what happened? Did she go home or not? Because she still had the same clothes on as yesterday and she seemed really tired too. But then she told me “You know, when I left your house, that guy called me why I had to leave already, because the festival was still going on, so I told that we wanted to go home, because it was getting really cold. But then he told me that I could wear his jacket if I wanted too and he just begged me to get back there. So that’s what I did, although I had that liter of water already inside me, it was just unbearable to hold it in the whole night at the festival again, but I couldn’t hold it in until I’d be home and I just wanted to let you know how badly I had to pee again.” After telling me this, she left my house and I was just hoping that there will be much more pee events for us like this. I hope you guys enjoyed my experience ;)
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  8. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph57fcb6829d4f0 It's a girl who's cooking and wearing only panties. Visibly desperate, she starts to put some clothes on and in the end of the video she couldn't hold it anymore and wets herself. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph57ffbd00c9b73 In this video the same girl wets her panties outdoors. Btw, check her profile she has got some pretty good videos. Hope you enjoy!
    2 points
  9. So I've been with my wife almost 10 years, we got together as kids in high school. ever since I've known her she's had a weak bladder, she wore pull ups to bed until she was almost 17 and has always had the occasional day time accident. At first she would always try to hide it, i told her from the outset that it didn't bother me and I found it rather cute and endearing, over time it's become something that now turns me on massively... Eventually she became less secretive and would tell me when she'd had an accident and let me help clean up, having "fun" in the process. Lately her accidents have gotten more frequent, especially when I'm around. It's like she doesn't even try to hold it sometimes and will just stand and wet herself. She's done it in public a few times which lead to me suggesting pull ups on long trips etc... She didn't protest at the idea and even seemed pleased. She leaves them on if she's had an accident until I'm around as she says she prefers it if I change her. Now if this is something she does on purpose then I'm not bothered by that, in fact it turns me on even more. But she always insists they're accidents that she can't help. Do I just play along? Or do I push her into admitting she sometimes wets herself on purpose?
    2 points
  10. Thats a bit of an overreaction in my opinion. It IS a video meant for comedic purposes, she hardly seemed to care, chick just wanted to take a shower, and during the whole tape thing she was laughing her ass off with him having a grand old time. The relationship actually seems pretty cute in the context of the whole video. I have no doubt in my mind that if she didn't want it uploaded, it wouldn't have been uploaded. Not so much as a blush on her during any of it, if anything getting all serious about it and trying to comfort in a situation where she's fine and its not needed, would have drained the fun atmosphere and made things embarrassing in an entirely different context. If I ended up in such a situation, I too would have reacted in a fairly similar manner. There's hardly any reason to grow a pair, the dudes smiling and laughing the whole time, he's not genuinely disgusted or anything, or upset or mad. Posts like this read out of context make the entire video seem horrible, but then you look at it and wonder if everyone else watched the same thing, because anybody who's been in any sort of social situation should have no issue reading this scene for what it is. Exaggeration is common in youtube comedy, but other than that there's nothing out of the ordinary, the two obviously have fun with eachother and are comfortable with silly things. If she had gotten all bashful or started to cry it would be a different situation entirely, but here is where one needs to lighten up and not suck the mood out of the air. Hell, just now looking through their other videos, these two are fuckin' adorable, and shenanigans are commonplace. Don't be so quick to judge and bring down other people dude. Feel the love man, and all those other hippie quotes.
    2 points
  11. Chapter 45: "So, where are we gonna go?" Ali asked. Its never easy trying to smoke, or do anything illicit when you're a young teen. You don't want to hide exactly, because that's what the little kids do, hide behind buildings, maybe find a spot behind the bushes on a vacant lot, that sort of thing. It takes away the whole aspect of being cool, especially when you're with a bunch of your friends. Nobody wants to be the one who is too chicken to do something naughty, but at the same time, you have to take precautions, more so than what the bigger kids seem to take. They seem to act with a kind of immunity sometimes, almost as if they are incapable of getting into trouble, but when you're still kind of a little kid yourself, at least as far as the grownups are concerned, certain precautions must be adhered too. After all, even if nobody would say it out loud, with six of you together, the chance of a grownup, be it a parent, teacher, neighbor, older sibling, or family friend catching you is greatly increased. So while nobody might actually say 'let's go and hide,' in the back of everyone's mind, that's exactly what you have to do. So when Nikki said, "How about the skate park?" Everyone was kind of relieved. They made their way a block down the road. This in itself was kind of risky, as everyone's parents probably had insisted that their offspring should remain within the safe confines of the mall until the time for collection had arrived, but you really didn't want to be the one to point that out. The skate park was deserted in the dark, and actually looked kind of creepy, but apart from that, it was perfect. Here, you could stand around in the open while you smoked, not having to hide every time an adult walked past, but at the same time, the chances of an adult walking past a group of teenagers in the dark, was virtually non-existent. There was a couple of picnic tables built in, with two benches, each capable of sitting three people in relative comfort on either side. They found themselves commandeering one of these, with Amy sitting on one end, Dan beside her in the middle, with Ali on the other end. The other side had Nikki, Scott in the middle, opposite Dan, then Matt on the end. Matt was the first to speak. "I've got a special surprise you guys! Wanna see it?" Of course, everybody did, so after building up the suspense for a moment longer, he reached into his pocket, and produced what appeared to be two hand rolled cigarettes, although a bit fatter than normal. Although he was by now bubbling with a nervous, scared energy, Dan felt sort of bad for making Matt feel unwelcome earlier. Part of him just wanted to hurry up, tell his story, and get it out of the way at last, while another part of him just wanted to go home, and forget this crazy idea altogether. But this was a good chance to delay it at least, and make his friend feel welcome again at the same time. "What have you got there Matt?" Dan asked. "A coupla joints!" Matt proclaimed proudly. "Gottem off my older brother. Well, stole them actually. He came home with them last night, and he was so wasted, he didn't even notice that they were missing this morning!" Scott looked around nervously. "What the actual fuck, dude! What are you doing messing with that shit for?" "I thought we might smoke them," Matt replied. "Come on, it won't hurt you! My big brother smokes this shit all the time! Besides, with six of us sharing them, we'll only get a few puffs each anyway! Whaddya say? Are you in, or not?" A silence enveloped the table, with nobody wanting to be the first to speak, be it yay, or nay. Dan glanced at Amy, who shook her head slightly at his enquiring look, while Ali and Scott kept their heads lowered and their mouths shut. Dan himself wasn't totally against the idea, as he was still feeling quite rebellious towards his mother, and basically to life in general at the moment, but he didn't want to be the only one to be accepting of the idea. "I'm in!" All eyes turned to Nikki. "I've smoked weed before! Matts right, there's not enough there to get really fucked up on, but it might be enough to like, I don't know, relax us a bit, maybe? We're all like a bit uptight at the moment, and it might like chill us out a bit! I guarantee you that by the time we walk back to the mall, and maybe have a drink, it'll wear off. At least enough so our olds won't be able to tell, anyway!" "Cool!" Matt exclaimed with pleasure. "Anyone else?" "Fuck it. Why not? I'm in!" Dan said. This was just as big a shock to the group as Nikkis willingness was, and the other three non committed kids exchanged a look. Amy was next. "I'm not really sure, but if Danny's in, count me in as well," she said. "Me too," replied Ali, looking at Scott. "Why not?" Scott sat silent. Usually, he didn't even smoke many cigarettes, only occasionally, but while nobody was putting any pressure on him personally, the peer pressure still existed. He knew that if he said no, he wouldn't be ridiculed, and perhaps even one or two of the others might even follow his lead, and change their minds too, but deep down, he was at least curious. You didn't become a millennial teenager without being surrounded by drug references in everyday pop culture, and he had to admit, it was tempting. "Dans right," he declared. "Fuck it, let's do it!" While Matt lit up the first joint, Scott asked Nikki, "When or where have you ever smoked before Nik?" "My mums a pot smoker," Nikki declared. "My brother Troy and I aren't supposed to know, but we do! She keeps one of those bong things hidden in the cupboard underneath the sink. I've had a cone once or twice when she's been at work. I don't mind it actually!" Scott shook his head and smiled, "You're a bit of a crazy one, aren't you?" "Only sometimes," she admitted coyly. Matt lit both joints up, passing one across to Ali, and keeping the other one himself. But as soon as he tried inhaling it, he started up a fit of racking type coughing. "You're doing it wrong!" Nikki insisted. "Here, like this," she reached over Scott, taking the joint from Matt as he continued trying to dislodge a lung. The others watched as she took a few small puffs, then gently inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in her lungs for a moment before exhaling, then passing it back to Scott. Ali had some joy with it. He didn't cough, but almost did, and his eyes were watering as he passed it over to Dan. Danny wasn't even sure himself what was up with his mood. He was extremely wound up, first and foremost about his impending confession, but also about the camp, his mothers attitude towards it, and was even a bit annoyed with Ali and Matt for turning up when they did. He was annoyed with the fact that he was wearing a wet pull up, upset about his incontinence, and just generally aggravated. The bottom line was, he felt mad with the entire world at the moment, with the exception of Amy. She was the one constant that was keeping him grounded right now, and he couldn't even admit to himself just how much he loved her at the moment. He took the joint, looked at it without emotion, and took a drag, then inhaled. The sweet tasting smoke caught the back of his throat for only a second, then it was past, rushing down his throats and filling his lungs with its potency. He took another hit, then passed it to Amy. She wasn't as convinced as what her boyfriend had been, and could have quite easily declined. But she was trying her best to offer him her support, and if that meant smoking a bit of pot, then she would. However she made a conscious effort not to inhale as much as what Dan had done. It tasted sweet, but somehow strong, and she limited herself to a couple of small tokes. Both sides of the table continued passing their respective joints backwards and forwards, and it didn't take very long before they were finished. Ali produced his cigarettes, and everyone, even Scott, took one. The lighter did the rounds, and soon they were all smoking peacefully. "Well?" Nikki said, "What's the verdict? Can you feel anything yet, or not?" There was a mutual agreement reached that they all felt a bit lightheaded, and when Matt dropped his lighter, then banged his head on the under side of the table while picking it up, they all started laughing, and couldn't stop for a few minutes. Amy was supremely pleased that she had done her pre-emptive strike earlier, as she was sure that she would have wet herself big time with all her laughter. By the time their cigarettes were finished, an air of normalcy had settled in again. Nikki had been right, none of them had gotten overly high, but the mood was certainly a lot more relaxed than it had been earlier. All of them, including Dan, were feeling more at ease now, and they were chatting amiably between themselves. But eventually, the conversation started to seem forced, as if they were simply talking just for the sake of it, and everyone kept stealing glances at Dan, waiting for him to speak. Amy took his hand, and spoke to him, without whispering, letting the others all hear what she had to say. "Danny. We're running out of time baby. You don't have to do this, but if you're going to, you better start. What do you want to do?" Now it was time, he was surprised at how calm he felt. He knew he was a bit stoned, and that was no doubt helping, but regardless of why, he felt strangely relaxed. He was still nervous, but he kept grinning, the pot making him see the humour in most of the things that were being said. Even though he was well aware of the possible ramifications of what he intended to say, he still saw the funny side of the six of them, all huddled around a park bench in a deserted and darkened skate park, waiting for him to tell them a secret, which was about him wetting himself. It just seemed kind of funny, in a warped sort of way. "Can I have another smoke please Ali?" Ali didn't hesitate in sharing them around again. He lit it with a trembling hand, as a hush fell over the group. They all had their own ideas or scenarios running through their heads. The girls were worried for him, hoping that his friends would accept him still, once they learned about his problems. The three boys all had different ideas, ranging from Dan having to move away, trouble at home, trouble with the police, family illness, personal illness, bullying, and a host of others. Dan himself was fairly focused, although he wasn't actually thinking about anything in particular. If he was playing sport, you would say he was "in the zone," working on instinct, and just letting it happen naturally without thinking too hard. He had mentally gone over this conversation dozens of times, and every time he did it, it changed, and he realised that there was no accurate way of predicting the outcome. He either just did it, or didn't do it, then lived with the consequences, simple as that. All at once he decided. He would do it. Clearing his throat, he began the most difficult speech of his young life. "I've got a" He had to stop, as his voice suddenly broke, making him issue a high pitched squeak at first. The other three boys smiled good naturedly at him, with no malice. It had happened to all of them at one point, usually when they were standing up in class and reading aloud or something. He started again, and this time his adolescent voice didn't betray him. "I've got a problem guys. It's nothing that you can help me with, so don't think I'm gonna ask you for anything. It's kinda like a personal thing, and the only thing I need is to tell you guys about it, because I can't hide it anymore." "What's up Danny?" Ali asked, the concern evident in his voice. "Are ya sick or something?" "No. Not really. Well, kinda I guess, in a weird sorta way I suppose. But not 'sick' sick." He paused to puff on his cigarette, and gauge the boy's reactions so far. They looked concerned, and were listening with rapt attention. "Fuck this is hard!" He declared, then gave a little stoned giggle afterwards. "Look, I'll put it this way. This is what I was about to tell, or ask Scotty here when you two showed up. We've got this dumb camp thing coming up, right?" They all nodded in agreement. "Well, I've gotta problem with that, and I kinda need a favour from you guys. I'd really like to, well actually I need to, share a cabin with you fellas." Now this very topic had been broached a couple of times already between them at school, usually by Ali. He had told Dan a few times that he should stay in their cabin, but while nothing had been said, Scotts reluctance to agree had been obvious. Matt had been non committal, not wanting to upset Scott, but Ali kept bringing it up. With the hidden knowledge of Scott's own secret, Dan fully understood his position. He was kind of banking on the fact that when Scott learned of his own problems, it might be enough to sway him towards accepting him, and having enough influence over the others to accept him as well. That was the theory, anyway. Even now, at the mention of sharing their cabin, Dan couldn't help noticing how Scott dropped his eyes, and shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable. Matt had nervously glanced at Scott, gauging his reaction, but ultimately saying nothing. Ali was smiling, but decided to say nothing either, waiting to see how Scott would respond first. Dan didn't give any of them much chance to speak though, deciding to plow on regardless. Amy had placed her hand on his thigh, and that gesture of support was giving him the necessary strength to continue. "You see," he said, "My problems are kinda embarrassing, because I actually have two of them." He paused to extinguish his cigarette, then took a deep breath of the fresh night air. Feeling Amy's grip tighten on his leg, he turned to her, and saw her smiling with love and encouragement. "Sometimes," he said, "I wet the bed." There was a shocked silence. As much as they tried to be casual, both Ali and Matt turned towards Scott, waiting to see his response. Scott, who had been looking at his hands ever since the subject of sharing a cabin was mentioned, snapped his head up suddenly, staring at Dan with surprise. Nobody spoke at first, but the air of expectation around the table was incredible. Everyone was waiting for somebody else to say something. Nobody else as much as Dan was though, and he could feel himself sweating despite the cool night air. Eventually, Scott spoke, breaking the deadlock. "Um, that's really not too bad Danny. I mean, it sucks and all, but it's not like the end of the world or nothing. But you said you had two problems. What's the other one?" Dan looked over his friends shoulder, watching the cars driving past instead of meeting Scott's gaze. "Im kinda incontinent too. I wet myself during the day as well, and I have to wear diapers." The first silence had been nothing at all compared to this one.
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  12. This story is more on the abdl side of things, but will include plenty of wetting. I have 3 chapters written so far. Chapter 2: Negative Charge Scared and uncertain. That's what Agatha had felt when she stood at the altar, when Aeneas fastened the necklace holding a small piece of amber around her neck. He had chosen to have the rites performed according to the Cult of Elektron, as was his right. She would have preferred Kuarkiōn, because she truly felt like a small little thing. She stood five paces tall, if that, and her golden hair had been tied into a bun. The dress covered her nicely, so her maid had said. “You're an adult now,” her father had said in his speech to her. “May you have many happy years and many happy children live to stand where you stand now.” Agatha didn't feel like an adult. She was just twenty-two years old! Her mother had told her what would happen at the night of her wedding. She was scared, but also, she realized, a little curious. It felt almost shameful, but her maid had said it was only natural. She was old enough to be a mother, so she was allowed to be curious about the art of baby-making. Her maid was more vulgar: she was an adherent of the heretic Cult of Dionysus, and the villagers whispered that she mated with snakes. Agatha didn't believe any of it. She had known this girl since they were both children. She was, had been, her only friend and confidante. Persephone wasn't shy; she would tell Agatha all about her exploits with the stable boy. Snakes scared her. Aeneas was tall and far from homely, although she wasn't sure if that made him a good husband. He was a great catch, in theory. A general in the army. Destined for great things. Agatha didn't want to be destined for great things herself. She wanted nothing more than to be small and invisible. Persephone said she was just anxious, that her anxiety got in the way of ambition. Everyone should have an ambition beyond that of pumping out babies and caring for them, Persephone said. But Agatha didn't know what she was supposed to aspire to. She could have been a weaver, but it bored her, and then she got sad that it bored her, and then she cried and gave up. Perhaps she ought to be a dancer. Persephone said that men of war needed to see women dance before going off to fight, so they knew what they were fighting for. In general, Persephone saw everything as glorious and heroic. It was as if peeing was a glorious act of union with nature, and sweeping the floor defiance of same. Agatha didn't know what to make of her, or of it. Wasn't it enough to be graceful and cute and kind? When Aeneas kissed her, it had been her first kiss. Well, that wasn't quite true. One night, Persephone had snuck into her bed and held her, and then she had taken Agatha's head in her hands and brought her lips down on her own. It had felt very different from Aeneas' kiss, which had brought her into close contact with his itchy stubble. When Persephone kissed her, it was an act of love, and she had a lost look in her eyes—she knew that they would be separated, then, and would never share the same intimacy again. At the altar, it was as if her husband—that's how she must think of him now—were sealing a contract by clasping forearms. Then he had taken her by the hand, and they had gone by carriage to his home. Her home, now. He had held her hand the entire way, perhaps sensing her fear and uncertainty, perhaps taking it to be anticipation. When they ran over a pothole or bump, he squeezed her hand, which she found sweet. Perhaps he wouldn't be so bad? “Welcome home,” he said, as they exited the carriage. There were olive trees in the garden, and several buildings made of sun-dried clay bricks. The main building was two stories, with a little porch. There was a stove outside, and on top of the roofs were sun-panels. When she entered the house, Aeneas hit something on the wall, and Agatha was amazed when the ceiling lit up all electric. She had never seen electric lighting before, except in photographs. It was a little past noon, so there was plenty of natural light, but the electric light transformed the place from a house to a wonder. “You like it?” Her husband asked. “Had them installed last year. The sun-panels cost an arm and a leg, but you won't ever have to light a candle in our home.” Persephone was the one who always lit the candles. The thought that she wouldn't be seeing her every day brought a tear to Agatha's eye. “Baby, what's the matter?” Aeneas asked. Then he sniffed the air. “Oh, I think I know. Come with me.” He took her hand and squeezed it again, and then he led her into a bedroom. There was a large double bed, and more electric lighting in the ceiling and a lamp in the corner. On the wall opposite the bed stood a large wardrobe. “Sit,” Aeneas said, and she got a sense that it was a command. He was a commander of men, after all. Was this what it was going to be like to be his wife? Agatha didn't understand what was happening. How could she tell him that there was nothing he could do to console her, save bringing Persephone over? “You're an adult now,” her husband began. “I don't feel like one,” Agatha said. “No one does. When I killed my first man...” He trailed off. “Sorry. You don't want to hear that. It's like, what I would say to a young boy. You're my wife.” He looked pensive, apprehensive even. This was a man, she sensed, who was not used to not being in control. A man always with a plan, and now he had none. Suddenly she wondered if perhaps she would be his first, too. Perhaps he hadn't either? He was fairly young, after all, if older than her. “Now, there are certain things that are expected of an adult. And it is my job as your husband to teach them to you.” “Like what?” What could he have to teach her? Was he talking about sex? She had expected that that would come later in the evening. She had expected they would have wine, and she would have more than was strictly necessary with dinner. She hadn't expected to do this sober just past noon! “I'm not going to fuck you,” he said, and the sudden change in his demeanor startled her. “If that's what you're worried about.” “I'm not… I mean, I want to, if you want to… I want to please you.” “And you will. Believe you me. But I thought we'd start with something else. Something to ease you into adult life. I thought we'd start with potty training.” “What? No! I mean, I'm not ready, I'm only twenty-two!” “I haven't pissed my pants since I was two. And I don't want to change diapers all day. There's war brewing.” There was always war brewing. Men were always making war with one another. Hadn't he just mentioned he'd killed a man? No, several, he had begun talking about his first. She became suddenly self-conscious of the fact that she'd pooped herself. It wasn't something she usually thought about. Of all the variables that went into assessing a social situation, it had never occurred to her to think of the state of her underwear as if it figured into it. She would do her business and then Persephone would be at her side, changing her and cooing all the while. Perhaps it was a little juvenile. But she was still so young. “Let's get that stinky butt clean,” he said. “Am I really that stinky? I hadn't noticed.” “You were stinking up the carriage pretty bad.” “I'm sorry,” she said. What did she have to be sorry for? Why was she apologizing for what was only natural? “Don't be. I didn't mean to be rude to you—I should be sorry. It's not your fault. But we're going to make you an adult. I couldn't even begin to think about sex with someone who still shits in a diaper.” Then he caught himself. “Sorry. I'm being rude again. I'm a military man. I'm used to this. It's not your fault, is the point. I won't be mad at you if you try your best. But I will be mad if you refuse to even try. Do you understand? I don't expect you to succeed at first, I just expect you to try.” She nodded. She felt the tears begun to well up again, and a tightness in her chest. This was all too much, too soon. She would rather be bent over the bed and taken from behind than this. “Now, let's get you clean. Mind you, I've never done this before...” “Persephone always does it so fast.” She hid her face behind a pillow. He stumbled his way through the change—it took him ten minutes to do what Persephone could do in three. Finally, she was dressed and clean. Somehow, she had never felt unclean before sitting in her own filth, and being freshly changed was simply a thing of comfort, like sleeping on a down bed compared to a thin mattress made of straw. Now, it was as if her natural body functions had become dirty. “We'll start with number two,” her husband said. “You can still pee in your diapers. Okay?” “I don't think I'll manage...” “Try.” There was a flair of his temper again. “I think I'd like to get drunk now,” Agatha said. “You're a big girl now all of a sudden?” She threw the pillow at him. He ducked away, but his face had surprise written on it. “I've been drinking wine since I was five.” “I think I'd like a drink, myself,” said Aeneas. Sasha was twisted like the roots of an old tree by the time she entered what was to be her bedchamber. She had never been so desperate to pee in her life, save for that one time when she didn't make it. “Please,” she said to Neutria, “we've seen it all, the baths, the hallways, the reception rooms, the studies. Can you please just show me where I can pee before I piss myself?” “Oh,” said Neutria. “I didn't realize...” “It's pretty fucking bad, yeah,” Sasha said, as she felt herself leak. Her control slipped for a second, and she felt a trail of warmth snake down her leg. She bent over at the waist, clasping herself between the legs, almost ready to give up. Sasha bent up and down, dancing on the spot, and then she was hit with a sharp pain in her abdomen, a pressure like the point of a knife twisted into her innards. She knew then that she could only relieve the pain by letting go, but letting go was unthinkable. The maid would spread the news all over the castle, and everyone would know her as the girl who couldn't even finish a tour of her new lodgings without pissing herself. If only she hadn't drunk so much out of that gods-damned well, in that awful heat. She stood there for what seemed like minutes, grimacing and enduring the pain, imaging herself to be a great warrior of the legends—her namesake Alexander the Great, perhaps—but even the image of herself conquering the lands of elephants, the Achaemenids, molon labe—even that could only put her mind off the pain for so long, and, opening her eyes, she let go. Her cheeks burned, and a moan escaped her lips, a loud sigh that sounded more like an orgasm than a pee accident. Immediately, her peplos grew warm, and then it was splashing against her ankles. She stared down at the puddle that was forming around her sandals, and it just kept growing, and growing, and growing. Her maid stared silently as Sasha peed. “Wow,” she said at last. “You sure do hold a lot of pee.” “Apparently not long enough,” Sasha said. Her fists were balled up, and she stamped a foot in the puddle. Some of her urine splashed against Neutria's feet, and she took an apprehensive step back. “This is your gods-damned fault, you useless girl,” she said, and realized she was speaking exactly like her superiors had spoken to her. Always blaming her for their own failures. “I told you, and told you again I needed to pee, I asked you for an outhouse, a toilet, anything, and you insist on showing me some more fucking rooms!” Neutria was crying. Sasha exhaled and then took a deep breath. Breathe with your stomach. Channel Neutrino—the infant son of Neutria's namesake—who flows effortlessly through matter, going everywhere and bumping into no one. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” her maid was saying. “I didn't realize… I thought you were protected!” “What do you mean, protected?” Neutria composed herself. Perhaps she, too, was channeling Neutrino. She got down on her knees, and for a confused moment Sasha thought she would offer her some sort of salutation. Who knows? Royalty are crazy and their customs make no sense. But Neutria was rummaging through a shelf underneath the bed, and then she produced a towel and a large, white square. An adult-sized diaper. “You've got to be fucking kidding me.” “All the ladies of the court wear them,” Neutria said. “I just assumed, since you are nobility...” “I'm not nobility. I'm just an ordinary girl, like you. Who told you that?” “The way the Prince speaks of you.” “He's never even met me,” Sasha said. “Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I've had a subordinate for exactly one hour and already I'm becoming like those people, calling you a useless piece of shit. They used to do the exact same to me. Blame me for all their failings. You were just confused by these patently crazy noble customs.” “They do tend to do that,” said Neutria. Her tone had changed. She was speaking in a more hushed tone, as if she were speaking to a friend and not someone of a higher social class. “You know, I used to think that too. Then I saw what they're like. These ladies genuinely need diapers.” “I was prepared for weird rituals but this shit is beyond me. In any case, I don't need diapers. I just need to know where the bathrooms are.” “I'm sorry,” Neutria said. “There aren't any.” “What?” “There's only one in the servants' quarters, otherwise there are no toilets in the Ladies' Wing of the castle at all. And trust me, if you want to fit in here, you don't want to be seen there. They would immediately assume you were fucking someone.” “I can't believe this.” She really couldn't. Her grandmother had told tall tales of life at court, not that she'd ever been to one herself, unless she'd lived some secret life in her youth that not even her father knew about. But nothing as wild as this. “Look,” Neutria said. “Let's just get you a bath. I'm sure you feel dirty.” “I do, thank you very much,” Sasha said. Her maid led her down a hall to the spacious baths, which were steaming hot. She was still in her soaked peplos, embarrassed for it, but less so now that she knew that she was expecting to pee and—she could only assume, with a shudder—poo herself. Her clothes were damp from the humidity by the time she was ready to undress anyway. As she slipped off her peplos, she noticed a woman sitting in the baths. She wore her golden hair in braids, and when she rose, Sasha was certain she had seen a siren. It was as if there was a glow around her, as if this woman alone had the power to illuminate to her the hidden field of Magnesia—as if Magnesia herself were standing in front of her. When she spoke, all she said was “Hello,” but Sasha heard birdsong. It was almost spooky. “This is Helene,” said Neutria, “wife of Menelaus and Queen of Laconia.” “What are you doing here?” Sasha said. It was not what she'd intended to say and definitely not the way to address a queen. Truly, there was nothing she could say. She was reminded of Konstantinos' words: Few women can sell out the agora just on their looks, and you are not one of them. Here, she stood face to face with a woman who could, and they were both nude. Helene was like an anatomical drawing, too perfect to be real. As if someone had blown life into a line drawing intended to demonstrate sacred geometry. Her perfectly spherical breasts, the tiny contour of her collarbone, the softness of her skin, the sway of her thighs, the lure—when did women become a lure—of what lay between them. She was not real. She was a hallucination brought on by too much craziness in one day. “Just passing through. Please, join me,” said Helene, and held out her hands. Sasha took them and felt a warmth spread through them, upwards into her chest and downwards to her thighs. Sweet Elektron, this woman was a drug! She gingerly stepped into the bath, felt her uncleanness wash away, felt immediately guilty to be fouling the bathwater of such a beautiful being. Then Helene let go of her hands, and Sasha longed to take them again. She shook her head to get rid of the spell. She was acting like a crazed fangirl, like those women who had thrown themselves around the victors in the wrestling competitions, who had led them out of the agora to the nearest alley, presumably to perform the services of the devoted. “Isn't it nice to feel clean?” Helene asked. It was nice. So nice. “I always take a bath in the morning and one in the evening. Look, you have dust in your hair!” Sasha blushed. She had forgotten all about that. Helene produced a bottle of some sort, wafting perfume through the room. Then she put her fingers gently on each of Sasha's eyelids, willing her to close them. Again that energy shot through her, and phosphenes danced across her vision. “Let me,” Neutria said, but Helene insisted that it was no trouble. She began kneading the shampoo into Sasha's hair, then poured some water over. “There, there,” Helene said. “All clean, like a babe's bottom after a change!” Sasha opened her eyes. Helene rose and took a towel from another maid who had appeared sometime during Sasha's spell, and she accepted one in turn from Neutria. Once she was sufficiently dry, Neutria fished out that dreaded garment, the diaper. Sasha looked at Helene, who was getting into a beautiful blue dress. Helene simply smiled. “It's not our custom,” she sang, and then she was gone. Neutria nodded. “She has that effect on people,” she said. “A real enchantress, that one. Did you know all the kings in Hellas wanted her hand in marriage? They held a contest to see who was worthy, and Menelaus won. All her suitors have sworn to defend her in case she ever gets abducted, and with looks like that, I wouldn't at all be surprised if she was.” “Hmm,” Sasha said. Now she was back to her usual self, and she didn't like what she had for a moment been transformed into. “I don't like it. It's creepy. I mean, her touch—it was like getting high. But now I feel almost violated. Well, that's a little strong, but you get what I mean. It was like she was inside my head, massaging my nerves.” “Uh-huh.” “So, about the diaper.” “This one isn't so thick! It's almost like regular underwear. And I'll try and figure out a solution. But in the meantime, everyone at court will expect you to wear one. Trust me, you don't want to throw away this opportunity on some silly pride. You don't know how lucky you are to be chosen.” “I think I have a pretty good idea,” Sasha shot back. “I was almost impaled on a spear to get here. Horse wasn't so lucky.” “Really?” “Yes, really. I'll tell you about it sometime.” “Please do. Now, lay down here and let's get it over with. It's not so bad. You can wear jeans! You look like a slave in that peplos,” Neutria said.
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    "No problem! I can hold it!" So confident are the schoolgirls and in the end they are in great trouble. They are anxious to find a toilet, but in the meanwhile they are desperate and hard to move. Trapped in this situation consequently the liquid leaked. They move to unmanned place with the mark of pee remaining on the ground. JK DAI-I-SU-KI! (I extremely like schoolgirls!) Enjoy! PS: As I've said my English is very poor, and I feel very hard when I express myself with English. If it's OK, can you tell me how to describe the video more naturally? ---------------------------------------------------- 「大丈夫!まだ我慢できる!!」己の膀胱を過信した結果、大変な事態に陥った少女達。 急に訪れた限界水域にトイレを探し慌てふためくが、我慢のあまり走ることさえままならない。 それまでの我慢から勢いよく下着を突き通しローファーの足元に大きな水溜りが出来上がっていく。 人目につかない場所に移動する足元には、お漏らしの跡がてんてんとつながっている。 ---------------------------------------------------- 4/16/2016 Add a screenshot and correct the serial number of videos.
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    Three clips of Raysco's now-vintage wetting videos. They are out of business many years but Patches Place distributed several VHS videos back in the day. They are all stellar in this same hobbyist vein, all focused on public wettings. Poor video quality by today's standards but some of the all time classics IMO, clearly done by someone with a keen interest in his subject.
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  15. I just wanted to quickly share a picture from Sosha's latest photo set. This was our most daring diaper photo shoot yet- Standing on a public street corner Sosha flashes her Goodnite at the camera as cars and pedestrians pass by. The entire photo gallery is available here.
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  16. Please, bare with me, as this is my first post. I have been a lurker until now and with the new layout for this site, it was easier for me to make an account, as I am terrible with computers. XP Ok. This happened almost two weeks ago. Description: I was wearing white undies, and dark blue sweats, but they weren't baggy, they club to my legs just enough. I wore socks and a plain t-shirt Anywho... I just got home from school, (I'm a senior! :) And I messaged my best friend I know through my tickling fetish, and to introduce Omo to him, put him in charge of my bathroom breaks. Now I usually have a really strong bladder, so I've only ever lost control two other times since I was like six. So I figured I'd be able to make it to at least 10 pm. (I get home around 2:30) he told me he would never let me go to the bathroom, since he knew that would make me excited. But I asked him to have me do things, he told to drink several glasses of water.... I think I downed about 7 or 8 cups. I was already pretty horny by now, so I asked him to chat on Skype, which went on for about ten minutes before for I excused my self. I told him I needed to take care of a few things;) after browsing on here for a while (about an hour and a half) I felt really desperate. After I orgasmed, I had a really hard time getting out of bed and putting my pants back on and rushed to the bathroom. I messaged him, as I was pee dancing, and asked permission, as I was bursting! He didn't respond, and I could tell he was not online. I didn't know what to do, as I hadn't been in this situation in awhile. I was nervous and excited at the same time. But I thought I'd at least be able to wait for his response. Since I knew I was going to lose control, I took off my socks and laid down a towel, dancing and bobbing up and down as I did so. But before I could check to see if he had replied, my area became numb. I couldn't even stop it with my hands, it first came in spurts, then it all poured out like a waterfall. Even though my pants were black, I could see my pee flowing down my legs, the relief was wonderful. Maybe when I'm more comfortable, I'll share some pics!
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  17. For the first time in my life today I saw another adult who'd wet himself accidentally. Walking back from work today I passed a house where a couple of builders were building a new garden wall. I'm always interested to see some building work being done so I glanced at what they were up to as I passed. The wall was only about 3 feet high and one guy was laying some bricks and the other one was stood nearby not doing anything much. Both were wearing blue builders' overalls. My attention was initially on the guy working but when I looked towards the other I saw he had clearly pissed himself. It was unmistakable, it couldn't feasibly be anything else. Being experienced in wetting myself I do know exactly what a male wetting accident looks like and how it differs from just soiling something! The wet area spread from his crotch to his ankles all the way down the inside of his left leg and round to the front of the leg. His right leg was wet down to nearly his ankle but not nearly so wide a wet area as on his left leg. Like me I suspect he keeps his cock on his left. He was standing sideways to the road, I guess to make it less visible, but he had to turn when the other guy asked him for something. Basically they were continuing to work even though he'd wet himself. it must have happened quite recently. The wet area was obviously still soaking wet and the edges of the wet area were still sharply defined. I think it must have happened within the last 5 to 10 minutes. I am thinking that they were working while the house owner was out and thus did not have access to the bathroom. Working at the front of the house on a main road he wouldn't have been able to pee in the garden so I guess he'd just tried to hold it all afternoon and failed. I'd have liked to have seen more but it would have been rude to stare and embarrassing for him so all my observation was in a just a few seconds. Maybe not the most exciting wetting - but the first I've ever seen with an adult.
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  18. Hey everyone, I'm a long time lurker on this website and i have been living with my parents so i haven't had the ability to wear diapers but recently I moved to student accommodation near the university I'm studying at. I am so happy that I wanted to tell someone that I have bought my first babygrow with snaps at the bottom, and my first pack of diapers! I'm writing this while sat in my diaper and babygrow :) If anyone's interested I bought a LittleForBig romper with a dino pattern and some Cuddlz Printed Mediums. Thanks for reading guys.
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  19. Sometimes... Heck, often communication feels like some kind of riddle/puzzle that needs to be solved.
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  20. I don't like The Beatles, and think they're overrated
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  21. Ooooooh! Spend too much time on omo boards then you get bad at estimating odds relating to wettings!!!!
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  22. Nice, did the Goodnites get wet?
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  23. It could be a UTI, I had this issue several years ago when I first really got into omo and over excerted my bladder. I would have to go more frequently day and night and wake up wet, it was not a fun experience. What you should do is take it easy on the fluid intake and go when you need to, holding it in would be really bad. And if the problem doesn't clear up soon, go see a doctor.
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  24. Yep that's it, thank you very much!
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  25. Of course. Here are the ones that @joshnolan linked to: Pee_outside_outdoors_720P_1500K_92800841.mp4 Pee_show_in_the_kitchen_720P_1500K_92535631.mp4 These are her other videos (warning: nudity): drunk_girl_pee_720P_1500K_92416751.mp4 Pee_show_on_mirror_Pissing_720P_1500K_91058321.mp4 Pee_near_the_door_with_towel_720P_1500K_92053561.mp4
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  26. Thank you for sharing, I'd love some bedwetting content ;) You know me
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  27. Hope you guys enjoy <3 Emmy dashed out the house and into the awaiting car parked on the drive outside. Her face was flushed red and her breath was short, she had run from the spare bedroom, partly because she was already behind schedule and partly because she wanted to minimise the risk of her diaper being seen by on lookers. She climbed into the back seat on the right hand side, Nick was awaiting her and was sat to her left, he lovingly greeted his wife and planted a kiss on her cheek, Emmy smiled and folded herself into his arms. This was the most comfortable she had been all day, and she was all the more comfortable when Nick produced a bottle of wine and two glasses from the back of the seat in front of him. Nick poured the wine and they both sighed as the first taste hit their lips. Emmy enjoyed wine and Nick had brought her favourite white wine, Nick thought it all tasted the same but Emmy swore by this particular grape variety and took great pleasure in downing her first glass in a matter of seconds. They had quite a long journey ahead of them to the airport, they lived in a small village and their local airport did not do direct flights to their destination, which was Barcelona. So instead they had to travel nearly one hundred and twenty miles to the nearest airport that did. It wasn’t a particularly strenuous journey, mostly just a blast down the motorway, but traffic could be a devil and they had to allow lots of time for fear of a traffic jam. As they trundled down the motorway Nick was regretting drinking the wine quite as fast as he had. Together they had finished the bottle in a little less than an hour and Nick was beginning to squirm in his seat, Emmy was in the same boat but she had already relieved her bladder by weeing into her diaper a few minutes earlier, and she was now thinking back to her feelings of that moment; the feeling of relief and bliss and the naughtiness of wetting herself whilst everyone else was oblivious, it made her nipples hard and her lady parts wet. But Nick was not quite so fortunate and had to struggle on. As Emmy sat in the warmth of her diaper she noticed Nicks ever increasing desperation and began thanking her lucky stars for the relief of a diaper and decided to be a little bit naughty. “Are you okay babe? Your fidgeting a lot.” Emmy tried her best to sound as if she didn’t already know the answer to the question. “Yeah I’m fine, I just need a wee. But I’m fine” “Ohh okay. Bet you wish you had a diaper?” The playfulness in her tone was unmistakeable. “Emmm, yep it would come in handy right now.” They both chuckled. But in Emmy’s mind she was already picturing Nick in a diaper and it was making her wet, but this time it wasn’t pee. Emmy was surprised just how much she enjoyed not only wearing a diaper but also seeing herself in one and then picturing her husband in one and her mind wandered to countless scenarios in which they were both diapered. She pictured Nick lying on the sofa playing video games in a diaper and then casually weeing in it when he needed to, then she saw herself on the bus to work stood next to countless strangers secretly weeing herself. All of these thoughts were making her extremely horny and she had to remind herself that none of it was real and that she had to hide her diaper from Nick. As the car pulled up outside the airport’s terminal Nick and the driver lifted the cases out of the boot and Emmy carefully climbed out of the car and stretched, loosening her limbs after a long period of being stationary. As she stretched she noticed directly opposite her a young man, no older than seventeen giggling whilst looking at her and another young woman, around the same age telling him to shut up. Emmy was perplexed, until she looked down and realised the waist band of her diaper was showing above her jeans. She quickly pulled her top down but only at the back, she was quite thrilled that a stranger could see her diaper, she felt naughty again. Thankfully for her, Nick was too busy getting the cases to realise, so her diaper remained a secret, to Nick at least. They entered the terminal and checked in their bags, which took longer than it should have because one of their cases was over the weight limit so they had to pay cash to get it through, meanwhile Nick was doing his best to hide his desperation, but he wasn’t doing a good job of it. Hopping from leg to leg isn’t the subtlest way of relieving bladder pressure, but it was all he felt could stem the tide, his briefs were already damp and he didn’t relish the idea of wetting himself in the airport, so as Emmy settled up the money for the cases Nick dashed off to the loo. As Emmy finished with checking in the bags she had a wander around the terminal to get a feel for the place, she found a Starbucks so decided to wait for Nick there. She ordered herself a coffee and Nick some tea and checked her phone whilst she waited for her husband to return. She wondered if he had made it to the toilets and part of her wanted him to have gotten lost and wet himself, but Emmy was simply dreaming, she would never wish that on her husband, not in public at least. Nick returned moments later, his jeans were dry and Emmy felt both relieved and slightly disappointed, but Emmy was still super horny so she excused herself and went to the toilets herself. She entered the bathroom and dived into a stall, she whipped her jeans down and began inspecting her wet diaper, she ran her hand up and down the front and fondled herself at the back, this was too much for her, she was wet, in both senses, so she sat on the toilet and began rubbing herself. She put her hand down the front of her diaper and began rubbing her clit, she closed her eyes and pictured herself in a diaper and being changed by Nick. Pee flowed into her diaper again. She rubbed herself more and more vigorously, faster and faster, her breath became deeper and deeper, as she climaxed more pee left her body and soaked her hand. Her diaper was sodden, the padding was struggling to contain the amount of pee she had emptied into it and as she found her legs again, she noticed it was beginning to sag at the back. She had a moment of panic as she realised it would now be clearly visible to anyone who looked at her bum that she was wearing a heavily used diaper, but she had no other choice than to pull her jeans up and hide it as best she could. As she left the bathroom and returned to Nick he had finished his beverage and was ready to go, but Emmy still had her coffee to drink, which gave her cause for alarm. She had already wet herself twice in her diaper and she did not want to risk a leak, so as she sat down and felt the soft warmth against her bum, she told Nick she no longer wanted her coffee and Instead wanted to get through security so they could settle down in the departure lounge. They made their way towards security. The queue for security was small, no more than a few people were in front of them and Emmy hoped she could get through quick. As they approached the security officials they placed their bags on the conveyor belt and anything metallic and began filling through the metal detector. Nick went first and passed through without a hitch, Emmy was next and the machine buzzed. She had forgotten to remove her belt and so had to do so with everyone watching her, particularly the man operating the machine, he was paying Emmy special attention and even more attention to the picture on his screen, it then hit Emmy. This machine was not just a metal detector, but an X-ray machine and the man operating it could clearly see her soaked diaper. Emmy blushed bright red and began to feel deeply embarrassed, to Emmy these moments felt like a lifetime but before long she was cleared to pass through. As Emmy moved away from security with her head firmly facing the ground, Nick wondered what she was so embarrassed about, he found it very strange, they had passed through airport security many times before and not once had she reacted like this. Nick contemplated different scenarios for a time; was she wearing some particularly erotic underwear? Was she just overly sensitive on this occasion? But he dismissed these thoughts pretty quickly as they arrived in the departure lounge. Nick offered to buy some reading materials to kill the time to which Emmy responded by asking for a number of different magazines. Nick walked off with his orders in hand and Emmy grabbed a couple of seats in a long empty row and settled into a long wait for their flight. As she sat down, Emmy could feel the moisture in her diaper and felt comforted by it, she thought back to walking down the aisle and the nerves she felt, and how the nerves had overcome her bladder and ended up wetting herself. She felt liberated by these thoughts. She wished she could wear a diaper every day and enjoy the comfort and security it gave her without fear of judgement, but she had to dismiss these thoughts as Nick had returned. Nick seated himself next to Emmy and spent some time explained his purchases, of which there were many. “Fisherman’s weekly? Seriously?” Emmy teased Nick. “It’s got good articles. More so than… whatever that is anyway” Emmy responded with a look of playful death, that garnered no argument. They whittled away the time by chatting, reading and playing games. They spent a lot of time playing I-Spy, until Nick cheated and tried to use air as an object, to which Emmy responded by launching a tickle attack that had Nick in stiches for quite some time. However, once he recovered, he launched a tickle attack of his own, Emmy was incredibly ticklish and Nick knew exactly where to get her and he utilised this knowledge to great effect. “Nick!!! Stop….. I’m going to wee myself” Emmy complained. “Good. It’ll serve you right for being naughty” As a small amount of wee left her body and soaked into her diaper, Emmy quickly brought herself back to reality. However, she once again thanked her lucky starts for her diaper, it was becoming a useful object she thought to herself. Time passed. As they boarded the plane and found their seats Emmy glanced around to find the toilets, she could already feel her bladder was filling again and wanted to be ahead of the game as she figured her diaper wouldn’t hold much more. She noticed that the toilet was at the far end of the aisle and made a note that it was quite a long walk and that queues could be possible as one toilet seemed to be serving quite a lot of people. They found their seats and Emmy took the aisle seat, she didn’t want to disturb Nick when the inevitable time arrived so the aisle seat seemed the smart choice. Nick meanwhile stowed their bags in the lockers above their heads and together they settled into their seats. Emmy sat and again felt the moisture of her pee against her skin. Emmy found her seat uncomfortable and the leg room rather cramped, so she was glad when the safety demonstrations were given as it was a welcome distraction both from the uncomfortable seat and her ever filling bladder. However, she quickly became weary and tired, it had been a long day for the pair and before take-off, both Emmy and Nick had fallen asleep. I need to find a toilet. You’d think an amusement park this size would have toilets. Typical. The one time I need a toilet, there isn’t one. “Try over there” A voice called. “Thanks” I don’t see toilets. I can see a water fountain, it’s not very helpful to be honest. “Just wet yourself” The voice called. “I’m a grown woman, I don’t just go around wetting myself” “You already have today, no point in stopping now” “True. But is it not naughty to wet myself?” “Yes. But you are naughty.” “No. I’m not wetting myself again.” “Don’t forget. You are wearing a diaper.” “OH yeah. Even still, I don’t want to make a habit out of wetting myself.” “Why not?” “Because…. People might think I have a problem.” “But you’ve already wet yourself countless times, one more won’t make any difference.” “But most of those were only leaks and dribbles, do they even count?” “Yes.” “But nobody knew except myself.” “That’s what you think.” You are not helpful. I can see a toilet!!!! Run. Run. Run. Run. I’m leaking!!!!! Hurry up door!!!!! Jeans down. Sit. Pee. Relief!!!!! A warmth consumed Emmy’s body. It was familiar but she could not quite place it. What’s happening? Why am I wet? No… NO… No… NO.. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!! Warm pee rushed out of Emmy’s body and through her diaper, her nipples went hard and her mind went blank. The soaked diaper could take no more and had given up the fight and pee was pooling at her bum and her jeans were soaked. Emmy was helpless to stop the flow; this stream would not be stopped. Emmy could hear the sound of pooling liquid and wondered how many others could hear it, her seat was doing a good job at retaining the liquid however. Emmy didn’t dare move. She feared pee pouring onto the floor and then her secret would be out. But she had no options, she had a pair of shorts in one of her bags, but to change she would need to move to the toilet and then everyone would see her accident. Her once warm pee was now becoming cold and the cold liquid on her bum was becoming uncomfortable, she knew she had to do something. But what? Do I go to the toilet and change? She thought to herself. Do I wake Nick? Do I do nothing? In the end she decided to wake Nick, she hoped he would have some better ideas. “Nick, sweetie” Emmy gently tapped his shoulder in an effort to wake him from his slumber. “Ummm.. what… What’s up?” “Nick…. I’ve had an accident” “What? What do you mean?” “I…. I…. I’ve wet myself” The words were meek, but Nick heard loud and clear.
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  28. Hi everybody! KozmoFox here. If you follow me at all, you know that yesterday I announced the winner of the first KozmoLotto! The winner was @FallingDusk with a roll of 77...The number I had was 74. Somebody else had rolled 76 but unfortunately, it turned out that was their second roll and I specified one roll only. Today, I fulfilled his request in what was actually my first deliberate somewhat public hold, and I have to admit I was very nervous and planned ahead very hard to attempt to ensure it went as smoothly as possible. Of course it didn't, though, and in a way I honestly should have seen coming. Dusk and I went over things in a private conversation, discussing how he might want things done, specific things he wanted me to do and what not to do. We went over the specifics of my outfit for that day, and because Dusk is luckily a good friend of mine (No lotto trickery, I promise, it was just a damn lucky coincidence), I threw on an outfit I felt he'd like and sent him a picture, and he okay'ed it on the spot. Obligatory description phase! If you do not know already, I am not a very big woman. A little over 100 poundarinos, not on the tall side, but I'm not TOO short either. I have long hair, that is surprisingly no longer black! It was fading and I wanted a change, so some dye-play later I'm sitting on a decent brown, though in some lights it does still look on the blacker side. I am quite pale, and in natural light I usually look like an urban snow white. I might blind you, sorry. In regards to the outfit Dusk and I decided on, I went with a maroonish tank top, some white short shorts (I was very surprised to find he wasn't a denim guy, as most omo enthusiasts tend to be.), my underwear (which i did not give a selfie demo for, i have self respect), was black and purple, one of my favorite color combos~ Other things included some striped black and white kneesocks, and a light overshirt in case it was a bit chilly (White with a flower pattern, I have a dress with the exact same on it!) So as things went, the plan was, I'd head into town. I'd start in a very public section of town, and as my need gradually grew, I'd move into more subtle areas of town before the er, fateful moment as it were. With that in mind, I started my day with a bottle of water, and a classic favorite, an orange juice. I changed into the designated attire, and hopped in the car, already feeling the early twinges of "Hey, these are really diureticy liquids" as I took off towards town. I don't actually live in the town closest to me, just near it; my place is actually really rural, as I've covered in other stories. I pulled in and saw some early day people milling about, as today was Thanksgiving here in Canada. I had factored this into my strategy, as although this was in public, if you know me you know I'm not a gal with any intention of getting caught. So I was able to factor in that due to thanksgiving, a lot of people would be having dinners and get togethers from noon into the afternoon time, and being a person that enjoys a good hold occasionally in the privacy of her own home, I know when I start feeling what and when, if you know what I mean, as long as I keep my drinking consistent. Taking all this into consideration, I was not only able to somewhat map out my journey, but keep a timeline as well! As such, when I passed the sign saying I was in (INSERT PLACE HERE, NOT TELLING YOU WHERE I LIVE, SILLY.) I knew exactly where I was headed first. The single most Canadian place in Canada.....Tim Hortons. Now, when I head into timmies I tend to have a specific order, which changes sometimes with season, because their candy-cane hot chocolates in the winter time are to die for. But normally because I swear I should be obese with severe diabetes (I'm the exact opposite and I DONT KNOW WHY?!) I get a large French Vanilla and a maple cream donut...But today I changed that up, only slightly though. I got the French Vanilla with a small blueberry tea, and a pumpkin donut that was in season, so you know, why not. I sat down, feeling things beginning to build, sipping at my tea and eating my donut. Ten minutes after sitting I had one leg over the other, occasionally digging my long nails into my thigh, and another 5 minutes later ish I had begun to kind of wiggle and flinch every little bit from a movement. I noticed a few people give me weird looks, the most pointed one being from a child. I knew that was time to go, given that children don't have the best attention spans, but they're also less likely to be subtle with their staring. If he was staring, a lot of other people had noticed too. And so I set off, but not before I had to brace myself on the table for a second. I was filling up just a tad faster than I had anticipated, and the sudden feeling brought on by gravity was a warning sign. And so I left, cold of heart and soul, FORCED TO THE ROAD, AND THE LONG BITTER NIGHT. Except it was day, I just felt like quoting Blood Omen. I had my big ol' french vanilla in my hand as I went over my route. I left my car in the parking lot and began walking, my bladder making its presence known. I knew I'd have to walk relatively quickly if I wanted to make due, but that wasn't making things any easier. From the effort of walking, the pressure building in my abdomen, and my still hot french vanilla, I was beginning to build a mild sweat. Ew. To give you an idea, I walked down the main street of the town, down a road that branches off from that into a small shopping center area with a few small stores, restaurants, another Tim Hortons (these things are everywhere man.) and by then I had both finished my drink and was getting...a little nervous. I really had to pee now, but I was still in a general area with no shortage of people, and I still had a ways to go before I got down to where I wanted to be when I lost control. In order to better hold and not unnecessarily leak before I knew I was safe, I began to walk a tad slower with my legs a little pressed together. It was kind of awkward and I saw an occasional passing person give me a funny look, but I started to have fun with it, sticking tongues out at them, and even adding just a little swagger to my awkward walk. Sometimes the best way to hide desperation, is to act like a total idiot so they just think that. Eventually, I got to where neighborhoods started, and I was beginning to burst. It likely doesn't seem so because its a written tale, but I'd been out anywhere between an hour and a half to two hours, and drinking a bunch of fluids known to go right through you. As I turned a corner and walked into a side street, leading into one of those sort of off-the-main-map neighborhoods, I had to stop and lean against a tree, left hand holding myself momentarily while my right hand gripped its respective thigh, tightly. I felt a small warmth escape me, and I audibly gasped. It was too early for this. As soon as I had a good hold on my bodily functions I started briskly up the street, beginning to jostle my bladder again but I wasn't entirely sure how much time I had left and I wanted to ensure I left with my pride at least mostly intact. I had to go down two streets, make a left, then back forward which was actually onto a street I used to live on, to a wharf from there, that would actually take me UNDER the main street (it has a bridge that goes under the harbor), across a smaller bridge, down the wharf on the OTHER side, which has a hill that leads right up into the parking lot of the initial Tim Hortons, and my car. I knew I was going to completely lose it before I got there, if not 5 seconds after the thought had crossed my mind. Hell, given this was a lotto request that was half the point, but I felt far from safe. I needed to get farther. And so I did, walking and walking until I got to the street before the one I used to live on. I had to stop again, my legs locking as I felt myself leak into my shorts, the warmth lingering as my hand shot down but I hesitated. I didn't want to apply pressure to the area in case I caused a wet spot, or spread an existing one, so I kept hobbling along...and saw a dude coming up to me. Now I'm not an idiot, this happens quite a bit, I'm used to it. He started walking alongside me, and started giving shitty half-assed compliments. Told me he was thankful for getting to see a beauty like me, oh boy he's using holiday-themed pickup lines. I just kind of thanked him, kept walking, avoided eye contact. I tried to walk as straight and as refined as I could, and just wait for him to take the not-interested hint and, pardon my french, fuck off somewhere else. Unfortunately, I did not have that kind of time as I found out not a few seconds later, as I leaked into my shorts mid-walk. I tried to ignore it, until I felt the warmth shoot out of me a second time. I felt that dropping feeling of dread, and I wasted no time turning into a driveway, giving the guy a small sarcastic wave as I walked up the the pavement and turned the corner into the back yard...But not before I leaked again, a very significant one, leaving the crotch of my white shorts very damp, and I felt a small bit go behind to my ass and I felt a small trail trickle down the back of my bare thigh. He likely didn't see, but if he followed me up the driveway at all to stare at my rear he might've seen something...but given I doubt he was an omo-enthusiast, he likely caught nothing at all. Needless to say, I proceeded to sprint straight through three back yards, onto an adjacent street. I looked one way, nobody. Looked the other way, nobody. My subconcious must have registered something with that, as its like an anaconda clenched around my bladder. I couldn't help it, I full on burst, I couldn't hold it how hard I tried. Both my hands shot down to my rapidly dampening crotch, gripping for dear life, but there was nothing I could do, I couldn't even slow it down. I felt it spread all around my lower body in the front and back as it cascaded down my bare legs. I very audibly moaned as I saw the streaks pour off my locked knees onto my kneesocks, gradually soaking them to the point the bottoms of them were warm and damp inside my shoes. I could hear it all pouring down the back of my legs onto the pavement, and I could feel it pooling in my hands that were still holding myself, only for them to overflow. Whereas I'm usually a VERY vocal wetter, I was incredibly conscious of where I was, and other than that one moan all that came out were a few squeaks. Eventually it all ended and I was exhausted from the effort of everything, like I had run a marathon or something. I was completely soaked, so I took some napkins from my purse and wiped down my legs so they weren't glistening anymore. My shorts were, again, on the short-side, so I was actually really lucky. The bottom of my crotch area was basically transparent, and the backs of the legs as well as just a bit of the front were wet, but once again, these were not modest short shorts. These are plenty short, and given the front of my tanktop was over like, the button/fly area, there wasn't much to see. You'd see it if you were somebody fairly close behind me and blatantly staring at my ass and focusing on it to the point of picking up detail (white doesn't really get a whole lot darker...Like white, to less white, to kind of gray, to transparent based on degrees of damp) but its definitely not like wearing a full pair of jeans, not nearly as obvious, I could potentially walk down a street without people noticing. And I did, hopefully. I walked the rest of my route, down the next street, onto the wharf, passed a few fishermen that paid me no mind, just talking about their boats they had docked there. Across the bridge, down the other side of the wharf, passed MORE fishermen, two parents and their kid, a fisherman passed by and winked at me, got an eyeroll in return. From what I could tell nobody was really paying me much mind, as I had figured apparently the fact that I'd just had an accident wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. I climbed up the steep hill to the parking lot of Tim Hortons, and walked straight across it, trying to look as normal and confident and not-paranoid as I could muster. Got to my car at the back of the lot, opened the door, saw my towel laying on the seat that I had left there in advance. I looked around, saw nobody around that side of my car that could see me...So everything that had built up since the accident minutes beforehand, I let go on the spot, letting a river pour down my leg onto the pavement, before hopping in my car and driving home to celebrate thanksgiving. So, given it went not too terribly, I'd say the first Kozmo-Lotto was a success~ Sometimes the best way to be a ninja, is not to do anything at all, and hide in plain sight! So, what do you all think? Good, bad? Was the lotto a good idea? Should I hold another one? As always be sure to like share and sub--Wait, this isn't youtube. As always, feel free to leave your thoughts, even shoot a message if you want <3 I love you all, and I'm happy to be able to give back to the community I love in the way that I do. OTHER TALES FROM THE KOZMO'S: Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University
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  29. You sir, are a legend and a gentleman. Many thanks.
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  30. that's hot! I love genuine accidents :)
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  31. “Oh My Godddd!!! It’s sooo fucking hot guys!! Can’t we just wait in the shade??”, Aishwarya bemoaned from the back of the group. After being kicked out of the old man’s house round midnight yesterday, the teens had been left to fend for themselves in the forests. They had decided on a direction and had been single-mindedly moving in that direction only since last night. All too quickly, the cold refreshing air of the midnight forest was replaced with the baking blistering pre-noon sun. The air was so humid that Aishwarya’s kurta was dripping, revealing the contours of the black sports bra that she had on underneath. Deeksha didn’t turn around or even respond to Aishwarya’s complaining. She had just one goal, just one, and that was to return to civilization as soon as possible. Since the group had set off last night, Deeksha had led the way, chopping through vines and dense shrubbery in pursuit of civilization. Deeksha’s mood hadn’t improved at all since last night, if anything, it had gotten worse. The blistering heat coupled with the intense humidity did little to help her cramps. To add to this, her bladder had begun to force its way into her list of priorities. Even though she had needed to go when Sanjana had given her speech, the urge had been backgrounded by her walking. When she had had to stand still however, like that one time when Rohit made everyone hold up so he could take a frustratingly loud piss on a tree trunk, the urge would return, rallying up against her defences with increasing strength. Unfortunately, over time, even the continuous walking wasn’t able to keep Deeksha’s bladder at bay. Her abdomen pained her as she walked over trunks and piles of sticks. From a distant concern in her mind, it had become a blaring siren, screaming warnings at her through the dull yet ever growing ache in her stomach. It was now almost 9:00 in the morning. The group had been walking since midnight and were exhausted. The sound of someone falling onto a bundle of branches behind made everyone turn back. Aishwarya had fainted and was sprawled on the ground. Lakshmi was already lifting her up and trying to give her some water. Deeksha groaned a little too loudly in frustration; this was going to be a major setback for them!! Sanjana glared at her, annoyed, and began helping Aishwarya to her feet. The fainting of Aishwarya gave the group sufficient ammunition to demand a break. They gathered in the shade of a nearby tree, lit a small fire over which they repaired a small pot of watery tea, and distributed biscuits, chips and other edibles that they still had on them. Deeksha sat away from most of the group, incredibly irritated. She nibbled on a piece of bread that she’d found in her bag. She sipped on the black tea whilst wiggling her legs. She knew that the tea would only make her need worse, but she couldn’t help it. With every sip of the tea she took, the rocking cramps that had plagued her for the last two days seemed to diminish. Thus, sip by furtive sip, she continued to drink. As the cramps died down, she looked though her bag and counted. One…Two. She cursed inwardly. She only had two pads left on her. She needed to reach civilization soon! As everyone finished their meal, Lakshmi , Aishwarya, and Sanjana went off to relieve themselves in a cluster of bushes. Rohit and the other men of the group went off to another set of bushes in the opposite direction. Given Deeksha’s mood since yesterday, no one had even bothered to ask her if she wanted to accompany them, resulting in her sitting alone and by herself as her companions drained themselves with relief behind the bushes. Deeksha glanced from left to right furtively. Seeing that nobody was there, she stood up, clutching her bag close, and walked off to a bush in the distance to change her pad. Once she’d reached the shelter of the bush, she strung her bag up over a jutting branch. She reached into the purse and pulled out one of her two remaining pads. Deeksha lifted up her T-shirt, holding it underneath her chin as she began to unbuckle her belt. All of a sudden her stomach rumbled, cramping a bit familiarly. As Deeksha continued to struggle with her belt, the cramping intensified and she was force to cross her legs, locking her buttocks tightly. “This is so fucking embarrassing”, Deeksha though to herself as she continued to struggle. Her belt popped open with a clink. Deeksha sighed a little and pulled them down to her knees. In a semi-standing position, Deeksha fumbled around; tearing open the little white package she’d pulled out of her purse. The moment she finished up her womanly duties, an intense wave of desperation pulsed through her; the dull continuous aching of her bladder coupled with the tea-catalysed squeezing of her bowels nearly penetrated her defences. Deeksha quickly crossed her legs and standing up, began to pull up her jeans. There was no denying the urgency of her plight, even to herself. She knew that they may not, in fact most likely not, make it anywhere near civilisation soon. She knew that she might as well just relieve herself there; there was no shame in it! Her aversion to the concept welled up inside of her, rising pukishly in her throat. There was no way she would ever do that! “We meet again…” A voice rang out from the tree top. Deeksha’s eyes shot upwards, frantically scanning the countless branches for a sign of movement, while rapidly pulling up her jeans. A familiar woman stepped out from behind the tree. Deeksha’s heart began to patter wildly in her chest out of fright. It was her! It was the witch from the forest that day! The witch walked up to Deeksha and spoke, “I suppose you remember me? My encounter with your friend Aishwarya is still fresh in my mind!!” Deeksha stood hesitantly, paralyzed with fear. She began to slowly retreat, step by step, as the witch walked towards her. “Are you afraid of me?” the witch asked surprised. “Don’t be afraid, I mean you no harm.” Deeksha was caught off guard, “What do you mean?” The witch put her hand out and walked towards Deeksha. Without hesitation, without faltering, she strode closer and closer. Deeksha stumbled backward, only to find her back against a tree. The witch’s outstretched hand came closer and closer. Deeksha felt it touch her on the shoulder. For one second, for just one chaotic whirling second, Deeksha felt nauseated as a barrage of flying colours sounds noises and smells hit her as she raced past them. She could feel cities and oceans rushing past her; or rather, her rushing past them. In a blink of an eye, it was over. She was standing in the middle of a large forest. Though not dense, it was far from scarce either. There was a shallow brook that bubbled its ways though the trees and grass. There were large endless stretches of fields in varying stages of cultivation. Less than 10 feet away stood a wide bright blue porta-potty. “Takes your breath away, doesn’t it??”, Deeksha spun around to see the witch behind her. “W..What is this place? Where are we??” The witch laughed and replied, “Oh, don’t worry about that ! You’re somewhere far far away. That’s all that matters.” Deeksha’s heart raced in fright. “What do you want!???” “Me? Oh not just me. You have something that I want, and I have something that you want.” As she said this the witch looked in the direction of the porta-potty. Deeksha felt a cramp racing down through her. She was forced to try to cross her legs. As she did so she could feel the witch’s laughing eyes on her, mocking her. As Deeksha stood there, trying to keep her legs in the least conspicuous cross position, a small splash of pee seeped out of her, reminding her of the severity of her other need. The witch looked over at Deeksha and laughed lightly, “Need I say more?” As Deeksha struggled to stem the tide of her bladder, a tide that she had brutally marginalised for the last 14 hours, the rumbling of her stomach predicted the onset of another round of cramps. Deeksha was at her limit. She needed to go… and this outhouse was definitely her best option, unless it was utterly filthy inside or ….. As if reading her thoughts the witch spoke, “It’s not dirty at all. Come and see.” The witch began to walk towards the porta-potty, giving Deeksha a much needed reason to head to the outhouse without appearing to back down. “See”, the witch said, as she flung open the porta-potty door, revealing the pristine yet unsusual set up inside. The floor was tiled and a drainage pipe ran neatly through the spotless set up. But the only thing that caught Deeksha’s eyes were the two toilets, placed side by side. She looked up at the witch and asked about the unusual setup but the witch just shrugged. This entire thing was suspicious to say the least. Given the things that had been happening to her friends, Deeksha was understandable precautious. However, a large rolling cramp, that began behind her bellybutton and seemed to work its way deeper and deeper into her and squeezing her colon viciously, crushed her suspicions under a colossal wave of desperation. Deeksha wasn’t an idiot. She knew that something was amiss. She racked her desperate mind for answers but could think of none. The rolling cramp was reaching its peak. Even with her legs tightly crossed, she didn’t’ think she’d be able to make it through this one unscathed. The sheer proximity of relief added to the urgency of her need. Deeksha shoved her suspicions to the side-lines as she hobbled past the witch into the porta-potty. Deeksha slammed the door shut behind her, and popped the latch shut. She flicked the T-shirt under her chin as she fumblingly began to try to unbuckle her belt. The moment the belt came off; Deeksha popped the button of her jeans open, and tore them down, along with her panty and pad, to her knees as she simultaneously lowered into sitting on the toilet in the right side of the porta-potty. As she was falling onto the seat, she saw a figure out of the corner of her left eye. She spun to her left and was caught speechless when she saw the witch, still in full sari, sitting on the other toilet, right next to her. Deeksha jumped to her feet; already yanking her jeans back up as she looked at the latch on the door. It wasn’t broken, severed, or unhinged in any way. Deeksha stammered nervously, “How??..How did you get in here?”, The witch laughed. She flicked her fingers and a spark fizzed, “Magic :P “ Deeksha was in no mood for any of this. She had been seconds away from relieving herself but had somehow managed to stop the impending explosion as she stood up. She rushed towards the door, unbolted the lock, and pulled the door. It would not budge. Again and again she yanked on the door but it didn’t move. The witch gave yet another annoying laugh. “Where do you think you’re going Deeksha? I know how badly you need to go…It’s written all over your face. Before you do anything rash, let me ask you; do you have a change of clothes?” As the witch said this, Deeksha’s repeated pulling of the door weakened. She didn’t have any other clothes. She only had one more pad. An accident now would be the end of her. Her pants were a battleground right now. When she stood still the pressure from her neglected bladder became too much to bear, occasionally sending a squirt or two into her pad. When she walked around however, her bowels rumbled in protest, stirring into action like a sleeping shit-filled titan. All of a sudden Deeksha was pushed back by a wave of force. She was thrown backwards and knocked off her feet. She stumbled backwards falling down back onto the toilet. Deeksha instantly felt a rush of pressure course through her, pulsating downwards from the base of her ribcage to the tip of her pelvic bone. She felt her bowels stirring into action, ramming their contents against her sphincter muscles with all of their strength. Her bladder was filled to the point of distension, and its contents spurted into her pad in short quick squirts every couple of seconds. Deeksha tried to get up, but the same magical wave of force that had thrown her there forced her to remain seated. The amount of pressure inside of her was enormous! Deeksha felt as though she’d explode!! In the midst of all of this a lone tear rolled down the side of her face as she sobbed out in pain, “What do you want!???” The witch remained impassively sitting in full sari for a matter of seconds, as if she couldn’t hear Deeksha’s agonized pleas. After a matter of seconds, she replied “It’s simple I just need you to do something for me, and I’ll do something for you.” A loud rumble echoed around within the porta-potty as Deeksha’s bowels inched closer and closer to relief. She cried out, “WHAT??! Tell me!!!” The witch rose from the second toilet and stood tall. She reached under her sari, drawing the hem up till her knees as she rummaged around beneath the folds. With a look of paramount concentration on her face, she slid her panties to the side, fumbled around a bit more, and finally pulled out a small glass vial with a rubber black stopper. The glass was wet to the touch and a lone hair hung onto it. “I want you to put this in Sanjana’s water bottle. You will see what happens to those who try to fuck up my plans!!” Deeksha’s face was a teary desperate mess as she nodded frantically. “Anything!! ANYthing!! Just go!! Please! Why are you doing this to me???” The witch feigned a look of shock. “Why ? Why what? I’m not doing anything to you! You should be thanking me. This….this whole thing, could have been so much worse. Would you wish to be humiliated in front of everyone like Lakshmi? Would you wish to soil yourself in the heat of the forest you came from? In front of everyone? With no water even to clean up, or pads to use? Can’t you see I’m giving you a choice? I swore that I would make you feel my pain and humiliation! Once I make a promise, not even my mother can make me turn back!! But I’m giving you a choice out of that. If you void yourself here, in my presence, and slip the contents of the vial into Sanjana’s water, I will consider you done. I promise you that I will not orchestrate or engineer any desperation for you. “ The witch bent down and began to hike up her sari, as if preparing for something. She hustled and bustled till she’d lifted her sari up to her knees. With a confident step, she approached Deeksha, who was still sitting on the open toilet wearing her unbuttoned jeans, and biting her lips with clenched white-knuckled fists. The witch walked to the adjacent toilet and in a deft motion flicked her sari up to her waist as she sat down on the toilet. For just a second a dark triangle mass of thick black hair was visible before she sat and it was covered by her thigh. The witch leaned across the awkward foot that separated the two women and whispered, “I know what happened at that Priti Adviti Camp….” A shock ran across Deeksha’s troubled face. She was well past her limit and half a muscle waver away from soiled panties and an unusable pad. The witch’s offer seemed good, tempting, and she was in half a mind to cooperate. However there was some part of her that held back, that prevented her from relief in someone’s presence. The Witch’s knowledge of the camp however, changed everything. The Priti Adviti Camp was the single most traumatic experience Deeksha had ever undergone. I’s repercussions echoed till today. That Priti Adviti Camp was the reason that Deeksha couldn’t , or wouldn’t , use the bathroom outdoors in the forest. Deeksha’s hope wavered with the knowledge the witch held. Deeksha’s bladder wavered as well and sent yet another hot spurt gushing over Deeksha’s saturated pad. At that moment the witch released her stream into the toilet she was sitting on. In the silence, its splashing echoed around inside the porta-potty. It was a loud ferocious pent up stream, gushing with power into the plastic bowl below. That was the last straw for Deeksha. The first thing that happened was that Deeksha’s bladder completely and utterly gave way. The intermittent squirts became an arcing stream shooting away inside her jeans. Her bowels began to shove their load out of the exit. In one swift single move, Deeksha tore the unbuttoned jeans and the attached panties, down to her knees. The moment the jeans were out of the line of fire, Deeksha’s stream burst into the dry plastic bowl beneath her. In large spluttering drops, her bowels forcefully expunged themselves as the witch looked on amused. When the witch’s stream died out, Deeksha was still pissing strongly into the bowl. A foul smell had filled the porta-potty and the witch laughed coyly, “Deeksha, I’ll leave the vial here,” she placed it carefully onto a small ledge near the door, “Take it when you leave with the intent to do my will, and you will be absolved. Deeksha opened her mouth to ask a question from the toilet seat but a blink later the witch was gone. She sat silently in the porta-potty for a while more as she finished her business. The sounds of the pile in the plastic bowl slowly growing were echoed by the strange acoustics of the porta-potty. Deeksha washed herself thoroughly. Her pad was too far gone and she lamentfully threw it to the wastebin where it landed with a soft wet ‘squish’. She wore her last pad, mended her jeans the best she could, wore them and walked to the door. As she reached she looked at the vial sitting there. In one smooth deft motion, Deeksha scooped up the vial and tossed it into her purse. If she didn’t do this, her entire ordeal would have been in vain. She stormed out of the bathroom door and felt herself fall headfirst into a sea of nauseating sounds, colours, and sights, as she sped across the planet. Just as suddenly as it begun, it had ended. Deeksha looked down to find herself standing in the same bush enclave that she’d been in when the witch abducted her. She ran out back into the clearing where the group had been camped. Though Deeksha felt as if she’d been gone for nearly an hour, the tell tale patters of urine hitting soil and dry leaves from two bushes on either side of her, told her her comrades were still relieving themselves. ‘ Perhaps it was some of the witch’s magic’, Deeksha pondered. Deeksha quickly located Sanjana’s bag, pulled out her water bottle and emptied the contents into it. A split second later the girls emerged from the bushy hedge they’d been urinating behind. Deeksha leapt over to the spot where she’d been sitting before, and acted like nothing happened. <Shout out to RealDreamer :P> As the girls drew closer their voices became clearer. Deeksha could hear Lakshmi asking Aishwarya, “Hey Aishwarya. Weren’t you wearing cargoes before? How did you get this Salwar?” Aishwarya looked down at the salwar she was wearing and explained, “ You remember Shruthi? The old man’s daughter? When I entered their house she told me to change because cargoes would offend her grandmother. She led me into this shady room behind the kitchen and left me in there to change. As I was changing I couldn’t help looking around, and there were some really creepy idols in that room..” “You don’t say”, Sanjana laughingly interrupted “ Their whole house was weird as shit” Aishwarya interjected, “ No I’m serious! This was even creepier…. There was a small statue of the witch reaching up under her dress and pulling out a vial or something…” Instantly Deeksha’s ears snapped to attention. Sanjana was grossed out, “ What??? Are you sure??? What does that mean?” Aishwarya responded, “After I’d changed, I was looking at the idols….. Shruthi walked in as I was looking at the one of the witch… I asked her what it meant and she told me….Remember Aparna , that story they told us at the house?” Everyone averted their eyes awkwardly and somebody grumbled “yeah….” Aishwarya continued, “ Well, It seems that after that …. Banyan incident….. she became a brewer of dark potions. She lured a housemaid of the queen to spike the queen’s wine with the contents of the vial. It turns out…. That the vial contained a fierce laxative, brewed and bonded to the witch’s heart. It was her child and she could control it as she saw fit. She orchestrated an …. An accident of the queen during a royal treaty meeting.. Needless to say the guests were enraged. The alliance fell apart and their kingdom found themselves alone in the wars that followed. Their house was wiped out.” A long silence followed in which Sanjana strode over to her bag and pulled out her water bottle. Deeksha’s heart beat faster and faster. She knew that she should warn Sanjana but at the same time she didn’t wish to anger the witch. Deeksha forced herself to sit quietly. Sanjana voiced her opinions on Aishwaya’s story. “Fuck that!”, Sanjana said, as she lifted the water bottle to her lips and took a large large gulp. Deeksha averted her eyes in shameful glee.
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  32. Confessions

    Of course not. You have the soul of a poet, the bladder of a pervert.
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  33. Brilliant! Thanks Sosha and TVGuy. If a woman did that in front of me, I'd probably trip over my own feet, catch a guy wire, flip, and land in the street. Either that or get the deer in headlights look (in a very good way).
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  34. It's been a long, long time since I bought Goodnites. Hard to remember which pattern was on them. Maybe the ballerinas. I've always been partial to the girls' variety. I don't wear much anymore. It's not as much a thing for me as it used to be, compared to seeing girls wear/etc. But occasional I get the bug. I think I assumed I grew out of Goodnites, though. The last time the drought ended, I went for the adult variety. I mean, I'm well out of the market for them, with a 36ish waist and weighing a few digits north of 200 pounds. But on a lark I decided to grab a pack of girls' XL. Well, imagine my surprise, but Walgreens was clearancing out their stock of girls' Tru-Fit starter packs! $5 got me one of those, and I got traditional GN's as well. I never even thought about getting the Tru-Fit for myself due to their lower weight on the sizing (100 vs. 125 lbs.) Not only do I fit in both, but the OG Goodnites have gotten better than ever! Softer and nicer. The Tru-Fit though, wow. That insert is thicker I think that regular GN's and the reusable underwear feels way higher quality than I expected. Really fantastic. Anyway, if you're looking for a deal, hit Walgreens and look for their clearance section!
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  35. i do as well, i have found the cure it to wet them
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  36. I will say that the plastic M4s are pretty quiet as well, i wear them in public all the time with no issue, the only time i can hear a faint crinkle is in my own house when its silent.
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  37. I love literature, especially well written literature. Rhyming couplets makes me get as close to orgasm as non-erotic prose is possible (OK, it has happened a few times.), calling myself Shakespeare would sound conceited (for me, I am not talking about anyone else, if someone else did it, I would have no problem with it at all.). And then ... A decade before I was on this site, I was on Second Life and got to choose TennysonKeats as a name. I built a lot of things. I designed sex pose animations for poseballs. (One I was really proud of was one that included facesitting and wetting. I linked the animations to two types of chairs - a Queen's Throne and an almost circular throne of another type that had "plexiglass" sides.). I also RP'd a lot for friends (some RL) on the site. My profile photo is me with irfranview filters. Yes it is hideous. Sorry. (i'm always looking for ideas... I don't feel right (again, for me only, to have a beautiful wetting woman as a profile photo - if I was going to put up a pic of what I love to see. It sucks being too literal sometimes.)
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  38. Good solid review there! I feel it's a good place to add a brief one regarding the ABU's I got samples of too; Size-wise I am significantly thinner at the waist where these things measure than elsewhere, so I'd definitely support the idea of getting the larger size - diapers tape up higher than most clothes so while you may be a certain size for trousers, consider the fact that a diaper may tend to sit further up. Also, while the plastic backed ones definitely seem to reduce the risk of leakage, they're also a bit more cumbersome and I've managed to break them when cleaning up - I tend to stand in the bath to do so and when they're fully soaked (as they invariably are given the way I use them) they can split and spill the saturated padding if you're not careful... HOWEVER, once you've got one that fits well and you're a bit careful cleaning up and/or playing with the full diaper, they're AMAZING! The ABU Space diapers I got hold over 5l, and that's a LOT!! I have a large bladder and managed three FULL wettings - I even did a holding game until I lost control so BIG quantities - with no leaks at all, not sure how much more they take but certainly served a good evening's fun and games! For more regular wettings though I have some... I think it's "Lille" or something... soft diapers, capacity just over 3l, that serve pretty damn well and are a hell of a lot cheaper off amazon, which also incidentally delivers in just normal amazon boxes (although I don't know if it would work differently outside the UK, you'd have to check!), so for my part I mostly use those but if I want to go further than usual I go with the ABU's...
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  39. afaik theres even another one on this forums unrealistic expectations? just because some people can´t succed/dont have the endurance to follow a diet doesn´t mean its unrealistic. (+ theres enough people also that "cant" really get weight and are "real" or that have wonderfull bodies being "healty") from medical pov the healthy woman body is slightly more than it was before (after some big studies recently, iirc those with highest life expectancy had a bmi of 29.1 (25-30 is called "pre-fat" or idk how to translate,30-35 fat1,35-40 fat2 40+ fat3), but those 2 women are still fat to a point where its already atleast starting to get unhealty or is already pretty unhealthy(hard to say how much of their breasts are fat eg (form looks like alot of fat tho), or if they have really thin legs (doesnt look like thin legs, but maybe its just the pants.. ).. ,also ofc we dont know anything about their diet, but that it´s too much prolly) main probs for eatin disorder is , again, not having the endurance to follow their diet. Or what would you think of a man that get´s to you to bc he "wants" to lose weight, thinking about a stomachsurgery with ~52bm, you tell him he needs to loose a bit weight for surgery to have higher succes and tell him his planned surgery is in ~3months ,and 3months later he comes weighing 12kg more( even tho he has almost no metabolism problems, atleast non that make him get weight that easy/fast if he didnt eat like a cow) or another one who comes to you for a stomachsurgery, and you (luckily) catch him eating some Snickers/mars/bounty just hours before his surgery (even tho he got told to eat nothing) which could even get him to die worst case, aspirating those during anesthesia also another big problem for eat disorder/ body dysmorp is because most people are just a bunch of pussies.(failed parenting usualy imho) Part of what Problem? The Problem that you have with your own fatness? If you like fatties, just take em and have fun with em as long as they last. Saying they are healthy ... Maybe they are atleast psychologically normal for not being pussys, but their fat still makes them unhealtier in most cases. Starting by pyrosis over heart problems to knee/hip problems and weakened immune system What´s your opinion mister primarius super doctor?
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  40. I have nothing against wetting or the people who want to do it. It is obviously enjoyable for them and they obviously enjoy the wetness. For me though it is the desperation and trying to hold on, that is the turn on for me. I enjoy watching the gradual loss of control. Every woman holds differently. Her body movements and technique to avoid wetting are different something I find endless pleasure watching. I do like wetting at the end, but only if the holding or attempting to hold continues to the end. Most videos show some desperation and then the model wets herself. Something that in real life does not happen. All women are different but most lose control by leaking a little then more then eventual loss of control. All women are different though and one girlfriend who had a large bladder would lose it all in one go. What I don't like is videos, when during the desperation the woman says, she can't hold it stops opens her legs and pees some seconds later. You know it's faked. Real life desperation or amateur video desperation does it for me. With a woman that wants to hold and enjoys it. I am not really in to humiliation and embarrassment.
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  41. The problem isn't the production of 3D material, but the consumption. Most people do not have a ready made way to view 3D content at home. There is no standardized 3D delivery format either, so even if one were to deliver 3D content, only consumers with compatible systems would be able to use it. 3D content would alienate vast swaths of the audience, which isn't something any producer is too excited to do. Producers are working to make it easier for their content to be viewed by more people, not make it more difficult.
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  42. My roommate just came home and announced he peed his pants at the gas station after winning $12 on scratchoffs, lol. So excited about that $12 he couldn't make it to the restroom. He soaked himself pretty good, too, one leg was wet past the knee, the other to the knee. He was in good humor about it, though. Okay, now he's saying he was really desperate and just couldn't hold it anymore. (He's sitting next to me as I edit this). Says he didn't sit down on the bus on the way home, either.
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  43. Sometimes an onset of bed-wetting can be a signal of something else. I discovered I had diabetes from another investigation - but when I realised I had the condition it explained the lack of pee control I was experiencing both day and night. If a visit to the doctor identifies something that can be sorted out if caught early then you will be able to move forward with more understanding - if there is no underlying cause you can equally be reassured and concentrate on managing/enjoying the issue.
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  44. Double Waist Band? HEHEHE
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  45. Oh, it's only the hottest thing ever ;) I give them plenty of warning, but they keep drinking anyway, one cutie even brought over a whole case of diet Dew. When he couldn't handle it anymore, I told him to come sit in my lap (comical, because I'm 5'5" and he's a foot taller) and let go.
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  46. Version 1.0.0

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    A series of short clips of women rushing to the washroom, only to find that some nefarious Omorashi hentai has glued the seat down, these poor women desperately try to get the seat open, before wetting themselves right in front of the toilet, almost there! There is of course the mandatory polite clean up! Enjoy, Rach
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    Just some recent captures from Tumblr and other sites which I thought might interest members. Enjoy!
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  48. 6,250 downloads

    Here is the next series of Omorashi blog captures... November 2015. Might be the last one, as no updates were posted since December 1 (as already mentioned on the wetting board You know the concept: short clips ( 2-3 min) from Japanese desperation and wetting video's (with focus on wettings). Different situations as usual, desperation followed by wettings, deliberate wettings, skirts, knickers, schooluniform, pants, masturbation, , ...; schoolgirls, office ladies, ladies next door, .... inside, outside, some old ones and well known, other are new (at least to me). Happy Holiday Season to everyone!
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    This clip was made back in July 2013 and was part of my clips4sale store '2pee4you' for many years. I removed it from the store and made it available to you now. I compressed the file to 200MB :) Description My boyfriend locked the bathroom door, but he is not home. I suspect he wants me to be desperate. It's really problematic. I decide to make a longer clip while waiting for him, but only 1 minute into the clip I get really nervous because the pressure is so high already. My chair is made of cold steel with a cushion. The cold metal makes me want to pee even more. I am shaking as I try to keep the pee in. Double crossed legs help really well, but the crotch grabbing is not so easy. I am doing my best, wiggling on my ass and with my toes (I found out that toe wiggling helps with holding in an older extreme desperation clip). I am in a kind of shaking-holding-shock state. I begin telling you about me a bit and what I want to do on the internet. I also tell about my cat transformation. That clip was just sooo funny. Then I tell about a new computer mouse I bought and then I notice that I really just talk gibberish, as I can't think clearly from the desperate state I am 'suffering'. I finally remember what I wanted to say. I wanted to tell you about my transparent shoe clip. As they are transparent, I could fill them up completely, then tie them and they would hold the pee. I walked my dog for a little bit in them, but I must tell you that it was so naughty and embarrassing that I went home again pretty soon. I go on telling you about many more things and stories. Amongst others, this one time when I stood in line with 15 pee dancing people. It was desperation all over as we all waited for the toilet. I started crotch grabbing and wetting a bit (and I think others also did), but it was fairly dark, so I could handle it. When it was finally my turn, I was so naughty that I stayed in the toilet longer on purpose, so that the other girls outside would struggle more and maybe wet themselves. That thought turned me on, so I masturbated inside, blocking the toilet. At that moment it's only about half way through this clip and this description is already so long, that I think you can take it from here :) Disclaimer I decided to release this clip to you for your viewing pleasure, as you also appreciate desperation and story telling, which not a lot of people do. I am naked and there was only a wetting category to post in, so I hope this is okay. I have made many clips since 2013 and if you want to see what I am talking about in the clip, you can search my clipstore for the relevant clips: http://clips4sale.com/47160 Any purchase for support is also very welcome :) Kisses, Sinna
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