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  1. So i met a guy on here and things were going well i thought at least they really werent he was leading me on and we were camming everyday. And i would hold for him. And i had never wet these shorts before as its hard to get away with due to my grandma doing the laundry. Well i held until i was pretty desperate and then wet the shorts in the shower while he watched over skype. Its a sad memory now but i thought i would share the pics with yall they turned out lovely.
    8 points
  2. So this is the same girl as mentioned in my previous story so I'll continue calling her Daniella. Daniella and I were going to Brighton with her family one day, I'd teased to her over the phone that I was going to make her hold it, she doesn't like the holding as per say but she loves it when I control and dominate her and the pleasure it gives me. I'd stayed at hers the night before and I was counting the amount of glasses she was drinking, she had had 1 glass of orange juice by the time we arrived (10 am). We arrived at the car park and were about to get onto a bus when her mother said she needed the loo, she went and that's when Daniella expressed interest as well saying she wanted to go too. I very quickly whispered in her ear "Are you sure you want to do that?" Which lead to her jumping and turning and saying "I can hold it, don't worry." We arrived in Brighton promptly after, we saw a lot of random stuff, if you live in the UK you know how crazy it is there. I was still counting her drinks, she had had 1 orange juice, 1 large coffee, 1 bottle of water, some prosecco we had with out lunch and 1 milkshake. I was thinking to myself this girl has a bladder of steel as we walked around with no visible signs of desperation. Her parents left us alone and we walked around the pier and the beach, we saw another thing and then it was now around 19:30 when we were due to catch the bus. Now, this is when it started getting interesting, I noticed she started jigging on the spot and crossing her legs. I asked her what was wrong and she said nothing as she knows I love it when she pretends she's absolutely fine, only in extreme cases will she start saying she has to pee urgently. We met up with her parents after stopping at another café, she had another milkshake as I'm assuming her urge was sort of slipping in and out of her head. I very obviously exclaimed after she had finished her drink that I really badly needed the loo and with that I left only to see the pained expression on her face as I went to the toilet. I came back to find her sitting on the metal seat under the umbrella with her legs crossed, by now she has had 6 or 7 drinks and must be feeling desperate. I said we she meet up with her parents at the bus stop and she very cautiously got up, she had to grab her crotch very quickly and discreetly as she did so. We began walking over to the bus stop when I noticed this huge bulge, she was wearing a striped dress which really accentuated her figure and this was really prominent, she noticed I was looking and clutched her bladder which obviously didn't help. As we arrived to the bus stop I noticed she was doubled over, I had to think quickly as her parents were worried, I told them she had stomach ache from what we ate for lunch and they believed me. She shot a dirty look at me, one of anger, fear but also horniness; she loves exciting scenarios like this. To my luck and her dismay I looked at the next bus time. 25 mins. She almost cried out in pain she had to pee so badly, we sat down at the bus stop and she was crossing and uncrossing her legs. When her parents were looking away I would push her bladder and make her moan. She looked at me pleadingly as if to say "Please stop." I whispered sensually into her ear "You wouldn't want to let me down now, would you?" With that she crossed her legs tighter as she realised we had about 3 hours to get back home, she wanted to cry. The bus arrived 25 minutes later on time, these were an incredible 25 minutes for me, she hobbled onto the bus and sat next to me still nursing a full bladder, her parents were lost in conversation when the bus stopped at the train station, we weren't originally planning on getting off here, we were going back to the car park but then Daniella yelled "I CAN'T HOLD IT!" With that she ran off of the bus to the train station loos with us following quickly behind. I was panicked as I thought her parents might have figured out what was going on but they were none the wiser, they must've thought it had something to do with the stomach ache. To this day I keep playing back Daniella running into the toilets borderline wetting herself, I fantasise of the torrent of piss that she realised and the sheer relief she must've felt. That night when her parents had gone and I was at hers we had amazing sex. Hope you enjoyed the story! - ThatEnigma
    4 points
  3. I think most of us owe Akira Toriyama a thanks for helping us discover this kink of ours, because quite a few personal stories I've read trace it to when as a kid they read this well known comic called Dragon Ball that had a brief bit of Bulma Briefs peeing her pants in fear after being saved. I'll never forget the day I first saw this image. I found out the pissing happened through TV Tropes and their trivia about how in the episode it was just a sparkle but in the comics she completely pissed her pants. Up until that moment having not yet seen or read that part of the story (though Bulma was very familiar to me, as I would look over the shoulder of kids on the bus who were giggling over the infamous 'no balls' setup and flashing gag) so I had just thoughts in my head of how this scene played out. This was when I was just starting to grasp that the idea of a grown woman urinating in her clothes turned me on, so this was a curiosity for me that was about to set a fire. So one day at the mall I went in the book store and knowing I had time til I'd be picked up I found and scanned the first volume front to back and back to front, trying to pinpoint where this scene happens (TV tropes mentioned it on the page for episode 2 for some reason?) and after going thru it a couple times I finally landed on the page I was looking for. Holy hell, it was better than I imagined, and as cheesy as Viz's dialogue was it was perfect for the moment. I stared at that panel at least five minutes in total, reading before and after and then rereading Goku saying "All's swell that ends swell" and Bulma crying out "What's so swell about peeing my pants?" as urine drips down the sky like a mini waterfall there's no point in hiding it. By the time I put the book up (it was a few years til I worked up the nerve to buy that scandalous book) my own pants were rather sticky, and mind you this was the first time such a thing had happened for me in public. The part of the story that bridges the gap from there to me being here now is for another time, but one way or another that blue-haired beauty has played a key role in getting me deeper and deeper into this - as my username and avatar plainly illustrate. So this thread will be where I dump new fan art for Bulma. An album will come but I wanna open with this: Since the one and only dress wetting drawing that exists in the manga that sparked this fetish for me is a very small one I decided to start by making it larger. Traced to be perfectly aligned with the pen strokes Toriyama first put down, I have three versions to share. One is essentially a stencil, do as you like with it as it's not mine, it's merely a tracing. I also have two colored versions here, one of the ink chosen by Viz for their online release years ago that I keep as an avatar, and the other keyed to the scene as its presented in the anime. I plan to do more recolors when the time presents, but my pee art is one of my many time consuming hobbies. A lot of what crops up here will be a matter of when I'm simply in the mood. So as always hope you enjoy and please give feedback and suggestions. I might like some of your ideas and push them thru ;)
    3 points
  4. Panty pee

    I'm normally not "that guy" but this is one time I will make an exception. This whole forum is LOADED with stuff like what you're looking for. All you have to do is put forth a little effort to look for it. Heck, there's a new post with panty wettings almost daily. So why would you want to clutter the forum with this pointless post? I may get admonished for this, and if I'm wrong let me apologize in advance, especially to @Kirito, but this post is just being lazy my friend.
    3 points
  5. And, after a short little break between, the camera swapped back...Now sweeping over the cast. "Welcome back to Omo-Idol. After a little accidental shortcut leading to an early post, we're back with the parts that everyone's been waiting for....our cast." The girls looked noticably tenser after the prolonged delay, even the more extroverted girls looking a bit stiffer. "Now, unlike before....Our questions here will be asked to everyone. And, if you don't want to answer....Drink or Strip!" The girls all nodded attentively, as Saril held a new set of cards. "Now, let's start things immediately." Saril added, thumping the cards. "First off, who here has wet the bed?" Several hands went up in varying states of energy. The first hand up was Giggles...While Asuna downed a drink to dodge....Yuno and Sanni keeping their hands down. "I...erm..I was kind of about to wet the bed, I think before I got here.." Fauxst called, nervously holding her hand up. "T..that work?" .Maya's hand nervously went up, as her face went bright red......The last of the group. "Seems Sanni, Talyor, Akeno, and Chiwa are the only ones who've held it in." the Goddess mused, grinning. "Next up.....Who would have gone to a bathroom by now, if we permitted it?" It was almost a unanimous decision, Akeno and Sanni being the only ones who didn't raise their hands. It seemed the lengthy delays, and pauses had done quite a number on their limits.... "Naughty. Speaking of, Who here has ever gone in, but not peed when they did? Either because they were running late, or because they were holding, or just..being..Lewd?" Yuno and Chiwa's hands went up at this, the pinkette flushing, while the Chihuahua grinned. "Someone wanted a show>" Chiwa teased, as Yuno's gaze averted. "It.....It was a request.." Saril smiled again, as she tapped another card. "Next up, Who here is purely straight? As in, would never consider doing lewd things with a girl?" There was a long, punctuated silence...As absolutely no one held up their hands. "Saucy." Saril mused, with a grin. "Everyone's ready to get lewd with another girl?" "I...Erm...Am the opposite? " Fauxst's voice called, lightly. "I'd rather avoid doing naughty things with a guy...If possible." "I see...." Saril mused, as she tapped away. "Next up, who's been turned on by seeing another person peeing?" It was telling that the hands that went up were ready immediately, Chiwa and Fauxst hoisting it up high....While the others kept their hands down. Akeno, ever the tease, took a drink of her own beverage, crossing her legs slightly as she adopted a small smile. "Next up, knowing there's a myriad of people watching....Does that make it better, or worse for your holding abilities? Hands up if it's better." Giggles' hand shot up immediately, coupled with a few sheepish flushes, and the likes of Yuno and Maya sipping at drinks...The only other one raising her hand being Arya. "Shy pee-ers..." Saril mused, as she read off another card. "For a reward: Headpats, or hugs? Hsnds for headpats." Maya's hand went up before the others at this, Chiwa raising hers as well.....Followed by Emily. Sanni downed her own energy drink in a rush, apparently avoiding the question, prompting a raised eyebrow from Saril. "Guess we have more huggers than patters." she mused, thumbing to a last card. "Who here has worn a diaper? Outside of the usual age range, of course...." It didn't seem like many did, but Hisa's own drink was quickly polished off at this, burning bright red. Saril's eyes didn't miss this, but she gently set the cards on the table, and hopped off her podium. "So, with our questioning portion out of the way, I'm sure you all want to use the bathroom..." Saril mused, prompting the girls to stand at attention. "So, for starters...Line up in order..." The girls quickly darted from their seats, all forming into a gaggle of a line...As Saril's eyes glistened. "So we can start the dare portion." she added, a few of the girl's expressions turning lightly panicked. While Sanni kept a steely demeanor as usual, a few of the others held their legs tightly together.....As Saril held her hand out for a new set of cards. "These will be dependent on what our audience requested..and, remember. You don't have to do them...But, it would probably endear you to the audience if you did.." The girls nodded in a row, as she read off the first card. "Firstly, Emily..." Saril started, lightly. "A simple, but firm one. Strip to your underwear." "I....Ah.." the black haired girl called with a bright blush...weighing her options. She bit her lip as she lightly tensed up, pondering. "I'd..Prefer not to, but...if it's for the Audience..." The lightly cumbersome dress she wore was unbuttoned at this, and discarded...Showing off porcelain-like pale skin....and pristine white underwear. "Mmm. How bold.." Saril mused, thumbing to the next. "Sanni, someone wants to see your Complex hidden layers." "I...Decline." the athletic girl called quietly...a faint flush of pink on her cheeks. It seemed even though her own urges never stirred her...This kind of thing was a sensitive spot for her..... "I'll take another drink though...just because.." Saril playfully pouted, before thumbing to the next card, as Sanni slammed another can of an energy drink down. "Next up, Chiwa!" she started, the orange haired Chihuahua perking up. "Yes Ma'am?" she chimed, the Goddess grinning. "Someone wants to see you use your rump to play with another girl." Saril mused, grinning . "Uhuhu...then I know who to pick." the girl mused, before striding over to the long, green haired girl, and pressing her plump rump into the girl's waist. "A..Ah...! Chiwa, easy.!!! I gotta go too, you know?" Fauxst mused, as the girl ground her rump back and forth on the larger girl's waist. "True, but I figured if you only like girls...." Chiwa added, with a grin. "You'd enjoy this the most." There was a telltale flush on the green haired girl's face...Followed by a quick gasp. "O..Okay..! T..That's enough! That's...Enough." she called, gently pushing Chiwa off. "Aww, and I was just getting into it." Chiwa pouted, moving back to her seat. "Hehe.....I wonder why she made her stop.." Saril mused to the audience, a low tone signalling what they could likely guess.... "Speaking of Fauxst, someone wants you to press on someone's bladder. And if your hand slides down a bit more...Well, we won't complain." The green haired girl blushed brightly at this, looking at the girls...And Gauging their reactions. While Chiwa looked more than receptive, the black haired girl's eyes quickly went to the wall.....The green haired girl pausing. "A..Anyone..?" she started, as Saril nodded. "Yes." Saril mused, as the girl looked over the group again...and went to the pinkette.... "S..Sorry Yuno.." Her voice called, a few fingers pressing into the girl's waist...as Yuno gasped, and blushed. "A..Ah..!! E..Easy...!" Yuno squeaked, with a heavy blush. "You...nearly popped Yuno's piddle pot.." A few gentle presses prompted the girl's legs to buckle a bit firmer....before Fauxst backed off from the girl, Yuno now looking considerably more in distress... "Next up...Oh, these are all for when the inevitable happens.." Saril mused, thumbing over them in turn. "Arya, next time you start peeing, someone wants you to stop before you're done." "Can Do!" "Chiwa, they want to see that peeing pose in action. Yuno, they want you to play the leaking game....and, Hisa?" "Y..Yes..?" "They want you to draw something..watery when you're all bursting." The shy artist nodded lightly...As Saril thumbed to a few cards. "Giggles, someone wants you to make someone pee themselves laughing....If you think you can." "Heh. I am confident in my abilities. Make sure that laughter isn't the only thing bursting out." "That's the spirit.." Saril mused, lightly. "And, Taylor...Before you go, someone wants you to do a handstand. Fully clothed." "Seems easy enough.." "And with that, we go to our next break.." Saril mused, tapping at the cards...More than a few girls crossing their legs, and groaning. "After this, we'll have our first physical challenge...and then, everyone can pee. Until then, everyone.....?" The title of the show popped up anew...As Saril held up a finger. "Hold it!" ======================================================================================================================================== AuthorFaust: For the sake of a timely update after so long, Faust has decided to break this into another separate part....For the challenge to come next. But, in the meantime, Faust needs your input anew! After all, we got a lot of ideas...But, which should be fitting for our first day? 1. Balancing Bladders: Tightrope Walking on a Full Tank 2. Bouncing Bladders! Skip Rope Challenge! 3. Resist temptation! The Squat, but don't Spray Challenge. 4. Run for Relief! The Relay Race to get to a toilet. 5. Climbing the Wall of Desperation! A challenge of Strength, and control 6. Growing Pressure! Withstand Presses on your piddle pot! AuthorFaust: Depending on the one selected, there may be more options to be answered. Stay tuned, and find out after voting!
    3 points
  6. So today i was home alone playing around i peed and took a shower around 1. Then i drank 2 16 oz water bottle on my own and a coke. So i already had to pee a little bit prolly about a 4-5. Then i started talking to someone i gave control of my bladder to. Right away he had me drink a bottle of water i chugged it down.we exchanged some pics of what panties i was wearing he asked me what level i was at now 6-7. He had me drink another water. Then he made me do 25 jumping jacks. I made i thru ok. Then he made me press 2 times on my bladder the agony. Then another water. Was then instructed to do 15 squats. I made it thru. Now at 8-9. Really had to pee. Another water and 20 squats still dry but dancing. A press on my bladder still ok. 20 jumping jacks and oh no! I leaked! Had to drink half a water as punishment. And not 30 minutes later squirming in my room i wet myself completly.
    2 points
  7. This happened a while back, but I only just got around to writing it up. At the time, it was incredibly humiliating, but thinking back on it, it now seems kind of hot. A little bit of background: I tend to wet the bed when I'm very stressed or upset. I was going through a rough time with family things and application stress when this happened, so I was wearing protection at night. To celebrate the end of the school year, some of my friends in the university sports club I belonged to decided to plan a party. They pooled resources with several other organizations, and the result was like something out of the movies. They rented a field on the outskirts of town, brought in a local band, lights, and a ridiculous amount of beer, set up a bonfire, and hired shuttle buses to get everyone there and back safe. With everything going on in my life, I badly needed a distraction, so I decided to attend. In keeping with the outdoorsy theme of the party, I was wearing a soft, slightly oversized, red flannel shirt and some nice, tight-fitting jeans. My underwear was my usual: grey cotton bikini panties. Boring, maybe, but undeniably comfortable. Since it was allergy season for me, I'd been coughing and sneezing a lot, which combined with a bladder anywhere near full means small leaks for me. So, I took the precaution of wearing a Tena pad in my underwear. As I got off the bus to the party, I already had to pee a bit, but there was a problem: no toilets were in sight. The only place I could go were the woods around the field, and those were pitch black and filled with undergrowth. I would definitely have to be desperate to go in there. As the party went on, things fell into a pattern. I danced, chatted with friends, was convinced by them to try a beer, downed a cup of water with the beer to stave off any potential hangover, danced some more, had some more beer and water... Some time after my second beer and cup of water, I was feeling pleasantly warm and relaxed and had completely forgotten about the state of my bladder, a bladder which was rapidly filling. One of the people I was with said something I found incredibly funny, and I broke down laughing. As I laughed, I realized I was helplessly dribbling into my pad, and I really, intensely needed to pee. I stopped laughing and clenched my muscles to stop the leak, discreetly feeling around my thighs for any dampness. The woods looked even less welcoming than before. Where the sky used to be glowing faintly with the remains of sunset, now it truly was dark, and the woods beyond the field seemed to swallow any light and noise from the party. I decided that for now, I would just do my best to hold it until I got back to town. It was already quite late, after all, and the buses would be taking us back in a couple hours. I went to sit down on one of the logs around the bonfire, my back to the woods, and discreetly crossed my legs. If before I had only realized my need after I had started leaking, now I was constantly reminded of it. I felt a constant, solid, aching pressure at my sphincter, begging to be let out. Every time I saw someone around the fire take a drink, I was reminded of my plight by a twinge running through my bladder. When someone went over to the keg or cooler to fill a cup, the sound of running liquid nearly overwhelmed my control. I was now pressing my thighs together as tightly as I could, holding myself with one hand and draping the other arm across to conceal it. From time to time, my bladder would spasm, and I would lose a few drops. Thankfully, the pad I was wearing was more than capable of taking those. Ultimately, my downfall was that one of my friends loves to play pranks. He saw that I was sitting with my back to the woods, and spent several minutes slowly and carefully edging his way behind me. Then, with one sudden motion, he lunged forward with a yell and jabbed his fingers into my ribs. I shrieked, jumped up, and completely lost any focus I had on controlling my bladder. As soon as I realized what was happening, I tried to hold it back, but the damage was already done. My pad was simply overwhelmed as I flooded it, and I felt streams work their way down my thighs. Clenching as hard as I possibly could, I managed to stop the flow for the moment. I ran into the woods, ripped my jeans and underwear down, and peed. The incredible relief I was feeling was mixed with feeling absolutely mortified for just wetting myself in front of my friends. After I finished peeing for what felt like an eternity, I checked the damage. My pad was completely soaked, as were my panties. My jeans had a substantial wet spot on the crotch and streaks down the legs. I tried to hold back tears, and mostly failed. Eventually, I felt strong enough to go back to the party. Things were winding down by now, and no one seemed to have noticed my absence. I walked over to the deserted drinks table, my wet jeans and underwear clinging uncomfortably with every step, and helped myself to another cup of beer to try and forget what just happened. I kept to the edges of the gathering for the rest of the night, just wanting to get home. After a miserable bus ride back in my wet clothes, I finally made it home at about 2am. I stripped off my wet clothes, jumped in the shower, slipped on a CVS Overnight pullup (I was cheap) and my sleep shirt, brushed my teeth, and collapsed into bed. Importantly, I forgot to use the bathroom before bed. The next thing I remember is lying on my back, faint light streaming in through my window and a feeling of warm wetness surrounding me, pooling between my legs and around my butt. As I floated in a state of dreamy half-awakeness, I felt the warmth flowing out of me, creeping up my back and down to my thighs. Then, with a shock, I regained full awareness as I realized what I had been doing. My pullup was completely saturated, and had been leaking out the leg gathers as I wet in my semi-conscious state. My sheets had a wet spot stretching up to my lower back and down to the middle of my thighs, and the hem of my sleep shirt was equally wet. As I stood up to run to the bathroom and change, pee continued to drip down my legs from my overfull pullup. I did my best, but I left a few small drips on the way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, and peeing into a toilet for a change, I cleaned up. I was fortunate that my roommates were still sound asleep and I had a mattress protector. Balling up the sheets to be laundered at a decent hour, I put some fresh sheets on the bed, changed into a dry shirt and pullup, and went back to sleep.
    2 points
  8. The girls trip scene I've been waiting for since the trailer.
    2 points
  9. When my bladder is full and I laugh to the point that I can barley breathe, you'll usually hear a low hissing sound from me and some warmth from my crotch... Note, I won't empty my entire bladder before I regain control, usually about a quarter of it before my body holds it back for more...
    2 points
  10. After a strangely long commercial break, the camera pans back to Saril's stunning figure, as she lightly taps a few cards against her podium. "Welcome back everyone..." she starts, with a wink to the camera, and all of the familiar faces. "To Omo-Idol! I'm your lovely host, Saril...And, with me are our personal Launderer, Mist.." The petite, orange haired girl waved sweetly....gathering a heap of applause. "And, to our grumpy technician from behind the curtain, AuthorFaust!" A bit of scattered applause rang out....As the male figure scrawled away on a clipboard, grumbling incoherently. "Now, we apologize for the delay, but some special circumstances have temporarily stalled out our return. Let it be known though..." The Goddess waved her hand out towards the lovely crew of thirteen girls....More than a few of them shifting in their seats. "While you were waiting for our return, our lovely ladies remained exactly where they were. No potty breaks here, without the crowd knowing." The girls all seemed to straighten up at Saril's words, now acutely aware they were being watched again. Some like Chiwa and Giggles waved at the cameras, while the quieter ones tried to slump down slightly into their seats....As Saril paced out in front of her podium. "Now, for this section...We've got a mixture of things." The Goddess started, lightly tapping a desk. "We've got a few more questions for our lovely cast....A few for our hosts, and even a few physical dares." "Are the dares like the questions? Where, we drink if we don't wanna do em?" "Ah, Good question, Giggles." Saril mused, waving her finger. "No, we will not force any dares on you all this time. However, given that the audience will decide your fate....It would likely be in your best interests to complete as many as you're comfortable with. After all, if you want to work in the business, you would have to answer to those that are your fans...Give or take a few extreme requests." "Just, don't overdo it." The Author's voice called out firmly, peeking up from his clipboard. "Today's a free day, so you won't have to worry about being punted out of the door today. There'll be plenty of time to rack up DP from everyone." The girls all turned to look at the shrouded figure, who didn't spare a look back at them. "Yes, well..I suppose this leads into a question someone had for me anyways." Saril remarked, lightly rolling her eyes at the Author. "Opencil wants to know how eliminations are going to work. Well, it's a good thing you've asked..." Saril gripped the podium with both of her hands, and hopped up on it, letting the cards slide down. "At the end of every day, we'll be assigning DP, or...Desire Points towards our cast in general, for their performances. While our panel of judges will have some DP to assign to our cast, it's the audience who will make the deciding factor. For example, say someone likes that Giggles was willing to strip, without refusing to answer her question. One can give her a DP for that. This will let us gauge how much each of you is desired in the group. And, come a judgement day, we'll weed out people who have too low DP, or who are deemed unfitting. Could be as few as one girl....Could be as many as Five. It'll all depend on how people react." "And hopefully, it won't just be a one-day thing." the Author chimed in, prompting Saril to nod slightly. "Yes. Anyways, some more questions for the crew..." she mused, glancing at the cast. "Mist, it seems a certain someone is worried you'll be involving Giggles in your own personal little..shows at the end of some episodes. Are you going to leave her out fo it?" A devilish grin could be seen on the sweet girl as she looked at the camera. "Everyone is a potential Target. Not just her." the girl called, as Saril grinned. "Well said." Saril mused, with a chuckle. "Next, Oho...It seems people want to know about our mysterious Author, and what his Authorial powers are...Or rather, what things he might do with said powers." The Author Lowered his clipboard, an azure shade noticable under his hair. "First off, I'm a Mage First, and an Author second." he started, sternly. "As for what I plan to do, or, what I will end up doing..No doubt the grunt work, the transportation, the creation of new clothes, the fabrication of our challenge sites, the mix up bonus games, and of course, transcribing the whole account for you all to read." As he spoke, a pen he was holding seemed to be writing by itself, pages in a book turning in time with his words. "Perfectly Vague." Saril stated, before thumbing to another card. "Oh, and it seems one wants to know if I know any other Gods. Of course I do, but you'll have to wait and see if any of them make it onto the show with us." She thumbed through to the next card, scanning it over. "And, Back to Mist..." Saril added, with a grin. "Mist, the group wants to know who you want to see have an accident next. If anyone, of course. " The girl's eyes flickered to the Author for a few moments...Before glancing back over the cast. "I'd have to say......Giggles." Mist mused, wtih a grin. "Just cause I wanna see if what she said was true about her tinkle." "Nn..Might find out soon." the girl started, crossing her legs over one another. "I see..." Saril mused, turning the cards again. "It seems they want to know if I can change someone's attire at will." No sooner did she say this, did her own formal dress turn into a fetishistic schoolgirl outfit, with thigh-high stockings, and a blue skirt that barely covered her hips and thighs. "I can do more than that, honey." she mused, thumbing over. "Are my disciples going to make an appearance? Perhaps...." She gave a teasing smile, before thumbing to another card, grinning. "Mist, it seems someone wants to know if you've ever...completely lost it." "Oh? Of course I have." the girl called, tenting her fingers. "More than a few times I've had to go washing things in the river...Or have had to hold back outside of the bathrooms, cause my big dumb brother wouldn't get out...Or, because I couldn't let anyone see me going...And, I've overestimated myself so many times...I've just..exploded in my underwear more and more. Good thing no one here is going to judge me for that here, right?" She winked at the audience as well, as Saril thumbed to another card. "You might get to see it again, playthings." she added, looking it over. "Ohhhohoho...Someone wants to know what my favorite wetting is, of all time." She tapped the cards along her chin, thinking... "You know...That's a tough one..I've seen just..so many. There's the one with her...and...her......and...Oooh. Lip's was lovely..." "You leave Lip out of this, Saril." "No, no. I quite think I'll have to go with Miss Lip's latest one." "They don't even know who that is!" "Next question!" she starts, cutting the Author Off. "Ohhhh, Akeno wants to know If I'd be willing to...suffer like you all are, with your desperation....For the Audience's pleasure." She tapped her chin, and paused... Brushing the card against her lips. "If the Audience likes." she added, re-crossing her legs. "Next up, AuthorFaust. Inquiring minds wish to know, who is your favorite girl?" "Y-" "Besides Yuno." Saril added, the Author scowling. "Hrmth....She's not here." he added, lightly. the cast oooooh-ing lightly. "Next up, Will Yuno know about Fauxst's little secret?" "Unlikely." he remarked lightly, as Saril tapped at another card. "Next up, It seems the crowd wants to know who you think are most likely to win it all. Mist, and the Author." The two glanced at the crowd in general, before exchanging glances....and nodding. "Impossible to tell." "At this stage." It was clear the two were reserving judgement.....until a future occurance. "Alrighty then, you cop-outters." Saril stated lightly, as she turned. "Stay tuned, for next up...We issue our questions, and some dares to our lovely cast." It seemed the time was progressing....But, a short break between, so people could watch and wait...for the upcoming show.
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  11. The Green Panties one that the OP was asking for and is linked above, The one called "Wetting my jeans with a full bladder." This one she's standing in front of a door with a Bob Marley poster, wets her shorts, then pulls them down and wets her panties. It was popular and I'm sure youve seen it. But it's mostly gone so I'll attatch. This one has been removed from PHub and there's another video around with the same title but it's not MP420. Wetting my jeans with a FULL bladder.mp4
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  12. This the one jeansoncarseat.mp4
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  13. So, I think it is great that you and your sister are very close. There is nothing wrong with that. But with almost 10 years between the two of you, sexually you are at very different places in your lives. I don't see any reason why your sister's kinks should be your business or why you should bring it up with her. If this were any other kink or sexual behavior, is it something that you would want to bring up with her? Do you have an expectation that she is going to always be open with all aspects of her sexual exploration with you? Do you feel it is appropriate to always be open about your sex life with her? If the answer to either of those questions is yes, then why? I don't think it is something that you need to bring up with her. She is her own person, and it doesn't sound like she is doing anything dangerous, so I fail to see what benefit would be achieved by bringing this out into the open. To be completely honest with you, it feels a little bit creepy that you want to discuss such things with your much younger sibling.
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  14. With every bounce of the public bus, 22-year-old April's bursting, tender bladder pulsed accusingly. It bulged out of the front of her flowered blue skirt almost angrily, as if asking her why she was not peeing. Why didn't I pee before? April asked herself. Even with her busy schedule that day, full of errands and appointments, she surely could have managed it. However, her foolish assumption that she could hold it prevented her from doing so. A frisson of desperation zinged up her spine, and April clenched her hand between her legs and moaned loudly before she could stop herself. Oh no, she thought, looking around in a panic to see if anyone had heard her. Fortunately, the bus was mostly empty, and a party of obnoxious children accompanied by exhausted adults seemed to have covered up her desperate moan. With her other hand, April let go of her shopping bags and gently stroked her swollen bladder bulge, as if attempting to comfort it. She could feel her pee pushing urgently at her urethral opening, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep her proverbial floodgates closed. As if her bladder had heard her doubtful thought, another wave of desperation hit, and before she could stop it, a squirt of pee escaped, dampening her hand and the cushion beneath her bottom. Damn it, she cursed internally. Of all the days to decide not to wear panties... She let go of her iron grip on her pussy to run a light finger up her damp slit. She could smell the salty scent of piss just from her small squirt. This small motion caused another jet of warm gold pee to escape, this time longer. It erupted from her urethra and splashed to the dirty floor of the bus. “Mmmm!” she moaned, as she attempted to clench her muscles closed again. She pushed her pee-damp hand between her legs again, and clamped down. The bus stopped, letting off a trio of what April thought were the slowest old women to ever exist. They moved at a glacial pace to the door at the front of the bus, instead of merely going out the door in the middle. Come on, come on! She urged them internally. She needed to pee so bad she could taste it. More squirts bubbled out of her, each soaking the seat and the fabric of her skirt underneath her. She bounced in her seat as she squirted, too desperate now to keep still. She was moaning and whimpering constantly now, uncaring of who might hear her. Two more stops, she thought, mentally encouraging her bladder to just keep holding. The bus stopped again, this time letting off the loud group of children. April was alone now except for the bus driver, and at this point she was on the razor's edge of wetting herself. Her thighs trembled, and yet another jet of pee splashed out of her, wetting her bare legs and the floor. Another moan pushed out of her throat, high and desperate. Finally, finally, the bus pulled up at her stop. She gathered her bags and stood up, as unsteady on her feet as a baby deer. With her wet hand clamped between her legs, she rushed off the bus to begin the walk to her apartment complex. As she walked the block to her apartment, fresh pee dribbled out of her at every step. The front and back of her skirt were now soaked, and the sidewalk beneath her was wet with her dribbles. Her green-and-gray apartment block rose slowly into view, and April moaned with relief. She was almost there. Her bladder released a thick gush of pee onto the pavement, and she hurried to the door of the apartment building, fumbling awkwardly on the doorknob with her piss-wet hands. Thankfully, there was no one in the halls. April rushed up the flight of stairs to her apartment, pee still dripping from her, until she saw her door. She had never been so glad to see her apartment before. She just needed her key...She fumbled in her purse for it. Where was her key?! A big, warm jet of piss erupted from her bladder as she struggled, and she squatted down, gasping. She was not going to pee herself in front of her door! Her fingers closed around the cool metal of her key, and she stood up, triumphant. She stuck it in the lock and jiggled it, almost yelling triumphantly when the lock clicked and her door swung open. She stepped inside her apartment, ignoring the sizeable puddle of piss that now sat in front of her door. She closed the door behind her, and-oh no. She barely had time to yank the damp, translucent fabric of her skirt up before the full force of her pee squirted out of her, past her clenched fingers and onto the hardwood floor. “Mmm- oh, oh, ahhhh! No....,” she moaned as she pissed uncontrollably on her floor, all over her nice pair of black flats, and her hallway carpet. She could smell it, acrid and salty. Her pee was warm and golden on her hand as it continued to squirt past her pussy. Her desperation ebbed and her bladder deflated as she pissed powerfully for almost a minute and a half before gradually petering out. As she finished, she looked down, past her soaked pussy, past her trembling thighs and wet calves, to the golden lake at her feet. She moaned weakly as her bladder released one last squirt of pee, and when she was sure she was finished, she pulled off her wet skirt to go clean herself up in her bathroom.
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  15. Hey guys! It's me again. I'm sure that judging from the topic title you can tell I did something stupid again, so let's just get into it. I was doing a hold yesterday. You know, drinking some soda, some water, the usual stuff, just waiting around for it all to start kicking in. The problem was at some point I realized I had to turn in a paper I had due to one of my professors. Looking at the clock, I hadn't gotten too far into the whole hold thing, I was feeling it but I wasn't unbearably desperate. I estimated that I shouldn't be more than an hour, and by the time I got back I'd probably REALLY be feeling it, so I said what the hell, let's go turn it in now. So I got to the nearest transit stop, knowing it would be there any second, and took it to a friends place. I had a water bottle filled with lemonade on me and continually sipped from it as the trip progressed. Eventually I got to my friends place, and bugged her for a ride, given the University is all but 5 minutes away from where she lives. She had to go to the store anyway so she let me off in the Uni lot, and said she was going to pick up some groceries and would be in the lot again by the time I got out. Perfect. At this point I was definitely starting to feel twitchy. I'd clench my thighs or bounce around a little every now and again from the discomfort. Obligatory description paragraph! To reiterate very simply, I'm between 5'8-5'9, 116 pounds, pale as ash, and long black hair that reaches past my shoulders. For my trip out I was wearing a white Avengers T-shirt, a small jean jacket over it, a black miniskirt, and black tights. Just a white bra and panties set, nothing special. So I get to the University. At this point I need to pee pretty solidly, but I'm not in danger. At this moment, everything was going according to plan. When I get in I ask for directions to the professor offices of that general category, and I get some really vague ones so I get sort of lost. I find my way there eventually by pure accident. I get to her office and I knock. She tells me to come in and I hand in my assignment. Thing is about this particular teacher, she's chatty. Which I don't mind at all! She's sweet, funny, and well-versed in her subject which is something I happen to find very interesting. I'm also overly nervous and polite, so I won't often excuse myself from a conversation even if I need to. She kept me in that office talking for about an hour. In this time, my need for the bathroom rose to DANGER levels. She was so into our conversation she didn't even notice my constant fidgeting, or any of the usual telltale signs. And to be fair, I was really into the conversation too. It was during this conversation the first leak happened, and I visibly stiffened, thinking to myself something along the lines of "Shiiiiiiiiiit." Eventually she let me go, saying she had some stuff to get done, and I politely excused myself from the office. The moment I shut the door I looked around and shoved my hand between my legs. Bathroom. NOW. I could let out enough and continue the hold at home, but if I didn't do something I wouldn't make it home to finish holding. Almost the moment I finished that thought I leaked a little into my panties, like my body was adding an exclamation point. I looked around the entire floor for the bathroom. Campus is three or four buildings altogether, I haven't gotten used to the grounds yet so I can't say for sure. But its big. And not knowing where I am often, I get lost easy. Like some Omorashi cliche, the bathroom on this floor was out of order. I dribbled a bit more, as I had been doing every little bit. I actually took another sip of my lemonade, almost reflexively. Then I slapped myself mentally...Muscle memory isn't always a good thing. I did end up coming across an elevator in my desperate waddling, and ended up on the second floor (I had been on the third). I was almost starting to get my bearings here, some of the area looked familiar. I felt a familiar warmth and immediately gripped at myself again under my skirt, clenching my legs together. The spurts had definitely soaked through my underwear, I felt the tights between my legs growing increasingly damp as time went on. I didn't have much time left. Another spurt or two happened before I regained control, my hand coming away wet. I wiped it off on my knee and continued my desperate journey. Luckily for me, it being the weekend, there weren't a ton of students around, especially given that here in Canada, thanksgiving was Sunday. The day I'm posting this actually, so happy thanksgiving everyone! After much exploring I found a staircase, the kind that goes down to a landing, and then turns around to finish going down in the opposite direction. The staircase was familiar to me, at the bottom was an area I usually frequent so once I got down there I knew where the nearest bathroom was. My bladder evidently didn't like the fact that I was close to making it, as every step down to the first landing, I leaked. My hands were buried between my legs and I could feel them catching drops. I was sweating, my muscles straining, but I couldn't give up, I was so close! I reached the landing and made my way down the second set of steps, slowly but steadily dribbling all the way. About midway down I started leaking heavily, and one large spurt in particular I felt stream down the back of my leg a little. This was bad. I felt more urine travel down the insides of my legs and begin to gently patter onto the stairs. I was losing control I was increasingly doubting I would get back. It was also at this moment I heard voices coming from the top of the stairs coming down, and voices from ahead of me, on the ground floor. In front of the stairs, maybe 10 feet, there was a door leading outside and a hallway going left, and I could hear people coming from around the corner. I was about to be surrounded, and judging from the absolute straining feeling in my bladder as I dribbled and leaked on the stairs, I might be absolutely peeing myself during said time. So I did the only thing I could do...I dashed down the remainder of the stairs, did a 180, hid under them, and slammed my back against the wall and covered my mouth. I could hear people coming around the corner and more coming down the stairs. I shoved my hand down my tights and gripped my crotch outside of my now soaking wet panties, with my other hand covering my mouth trying to stay as quiet as possible. There was just one issue....I couldn't hold it. I gripped, and crossed my legs, and braced as hard as I could, but I just couldn't hold it anymore, no matter how hard I tried. It started to come out, regardless of how badly I was trying to hold it or not. A hissing came from under my hand, streaming down my locked legs onto the floor, my other hand muffling moans and whines. I tried so hard but the more I tried the harder it came, my panties and tights were soaked. I could feel it gathering in my shoes, and my legs becoming warm and wet all over. I let out a muffled squeal into my palm as my bladder just felt like it dropped, and the stream grew so powerful it sprayed between my fingers onto the floor. The voices were growing distant now, like it even mattered anymore. I felt it streaming down my legs, my breathing becoming ragged as it made its own trails and waterfalls down my legs and thighs. There was a massive puddle beneath me on the ground. I just stood there, unsure of how to react. I had just pissed myself at University. Me being me, I immediately went into Solid Snake mode. I whipped out a napkin and wiped off the back of my tights. Being black, they wouldn't show much. I darted out the aforementioned door and out into the sun. It was rather warm. My panties and tights were damp but its not like anyone could tell, especially given the distance between me and anyone else. A LITTLE bit had gotten on the skirt, but as that was black too, I was currently semi-safe. I looped around campus from the outside, hoping to dry a little. I saw the car in the parking lot, but my friend wasn't in it. I found out later she went to the convenience store across the street while waiting for me. I hopped into the car, and reclined the passenger seat back. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my tights off. I put them in my backpack and pulled out a pair of knee highs (I go everywhere with spare socks. You never know people!) and put them on. Bam. Nobody would even be the wiser. I could even feel my panties were no longer sopping wet. Eventually she came back to the car to find me. She looked at my legs, and then at me, asking why I changed like that. I told her it was hot, while smiling like an idiot. She claimed it made no sense but didn't pursue it further after I said I felt the socks were cuter. I then managed to get home and reflect on my day. Well there you have it! As always, feel free to give feedback and ask me anything! I love hearing from everyone :) Happy thanksgiving to any fellow Canadians!
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  16. I'm just really curious what different regions of people this site has attracted. I'm sure a huge portion are from English speaking regions, since most people converse in English here. But I'm just curious to see what different regions people here come from. I'm really keen to see whether there are any Japanese members here since after all 'omorashi' is a Japanese term. Don't want to give too much about myself away: I am from Australia, but I'm half Asian as well, so I speak Chinese too. 我也很喜歡講中文!how about you? ^^ (sorry if this question feels like an invasion of privacy but I guess mentioning a country wouldn't hurt)
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  17. Hey everyone, it's me again! I had another accident last night and I was nearly caught again. It was a series of incredibly erotic events! Luckily my ability to think on my toes in these situations saved my ass again. So I've been playing SOMA. Its a horror game made by the same people who made Amnesia, so if you don't know of it I just told you everything you need to know. I've been almost home alone since yesterday morning. What I mean by that is, my mother is gone on a trip for work and my brother is also gone away staying at a friends until Sunday, so until then it's just me and Dad. I was taking advantage of this fact. Dad can't cook so we've been living off pre-made store-bought food like subs and the chicken I just ate, as well as coca cola (Bad for me, I know). Now, I've been getting really into this game. Its really scary and really immersive. And I'm easily scared. I'm sure you can see the direction this is going. I was playing last night and had been drinking lots of coca cola. The caffeine really got to me, and I filled up rather quick. I don't know HOW quick, because time flies when I'm gaming. I was barely paying attention until I noticed I had to cross my legs and rock a little to be remotely comfortable. It was undeniable at this point, I really, REALLY had to pee. I was wearing tight light blue jeans, complete with a belt with a cute butterfly buckle, and black and white striped panties. My top was...somewhere. I dunno. I'm the type that after she gets home to relax, layers start coming off in no real specific order. I was still wearing my bra, a nice black one I like, but thinking back I'm surprised I didn't discard that too in favor of just one of my big T-shirts for the sake of comfort. Too eager to immediately get into the game I guess. I didn't even remember to eat. I rarely do, and when I do hardly enough to get any damn nutrients, thus my being a stick. This forgetfulness will come into play. So anyway, I was playing SOMA and I really had to pee. Crossing my legs, rocking, no grabbing though, as my hands were occupied with the game (I'm playing this on a dualshock 3 I have connected to my PC. The mouse and keyboard business lately has been making my wrist sore so I'm changing it up!). But I've got a bit of a complex where I don't pause to do something unless I've just hit a checkpoint. If I'm in the middle of an objective I don't stop until I've completed it, no matter how urgent other matters might be. The objective in this case, was to go downstairs and reset the network connection so I could run some sort of simulation to get a code from a virtual dude. Of course I get down there and there's a monster I didn't predict. Some gross mass of flesh with legs. Anyway, the point is I didn't know he was in there. And I get really immersed and really frightened. I walked into the room and felt something was off. It was dark and the music and accompanying atmosphere had gotten heavy. To reiterate, I get a little too immersed. Just being here put a pit in my stomach and a cold sweat on my brow. I snuck around, not really expecting anything to be there. I was quite literally on the edge of my seat, stiff as a statue, legs crossed with a bursting bladder. Just had to hit the button on the other side of the room and I could run off. But then I rounded a corner and saw it. It wasn't looking at me, but it was really close and I could see how very grotesque it was. I couldn't even move my character, I froze. My breathing went heavy and my eyes wide as I sat there, frozen and shaking. And my crotch going damp. Wait what? I slammed the pause button and shoved my hand between my legs. I was suddenly acutely aware that in being frozen in terror, I had peed in my underwear a little bit. A quick check showed a small patch between my legs. I cursed myself for letting myself be so caught off guard and vowed to run to the bathroom. As soon as I hit that fucking button, of course. I unpaused and backed off a bit, composing myself, waiting for the enemy to go away. As soon as I had the chance I slipped across the room. Finally, the network reset button! I flipped the switch. But I had to wait a moment so I could hit it again as confirmation? God dammit. Of COURSE, the button pushing action would be noisy enough to attract the flesh bag to said computer. I heard it coming so I tried to back up behind one of the server things. But something was blocking my character. Shit. I panicked and turned around to see a chair on the ground. blocking my path. And I turned BACK around, and creepy moaning flesh dude was STARING RIGHT AT ME. So goddammit, I turned around, jumped over the chair and ran. Sprinted through the weaves of the mazelike room, and out. There was a room outside of it to the left I knew I could shut the door to. My plan was to run in, turn around, slam the door, and figure out a hiding spot in there before he got in. Of course my plan had a fatal flaw. I was completely unaware that this limping, groaning bag of whatthefuck, could sprint like Usain Bolt like you were leading him around in a race car with a gold medal tied to the back, when you alerted him to your presence. He was sprinting and on my heels the whole way, when I assumed I had a few seconds of respite I really didn't have. I ran into my safety room and spun around to slam the door. And it was right there. Sprinting about 5 feet away from me screeching. It slammed into me and the screen went black. Of course during this short timeframe, I SCREAMED. I screamed and I dropped the controller, my hands shooting up to my face. The next thing I knew when I came to my senses, I was wetting myself from sheer terror. My ass was suddenly very warm, and as I was still on the edge of my seat, it was pitter pattering onto the floor. I stood up as fast as I could, crossed my legs, reached my hands down and held on for dear life. I regained control and assessed the damage. The back of my thighs and my ass were...very wet indeed. My pants and underwear were quite obviously saturated beyond saving so I'd have to change. The moment I stood up though my bladder dropped like a rock and I suddenly noticed that it was quite visible. Being a stick of a person, when my bladder gets big I can tell pretty well just by looking at my belly. I had severely leaked, yes, but I still had a ton left in me. So bathroom time it was! Those of you who have read my last experience already know my bathroom is just a little down the hall from my bedroom, on the 2nd floor. So I shuffled to the door and turned the knob to open it...Just as my dad was coming in. He didn't know I was on the other side, obviously, and my door, like most bedroom doors, opens inward. The doorknob was swiftly driven...directly into my bladder. I hid 85% of my body behind the door and peeked around and looked at my dad, asking what he wanted. The door wasn't wide open obviously, it was just wide enough that he could probably slip through if he turned sideways. While I was asking this I was trembling horribly. That impact to my bladder had knocked my control out of the park. I felt myself slowly start leaking, gradually getting heavier. My crotch was getting warm. The warmth started spreading. I could feel my pants getting wet in the back, and some starting to seep through to the front. I was not in a position where I could start dancing around or suddenly whip one of my hands out of dads view, as I was holding onto the door and leaning around from behind it. He could see from my head to my shoulders I imagine. He told me I had forgotten to eat and that he had re-heated my food. I stammered, shaking, legs wobbling as I lost further control. I tried so hard to clench my muscles down and press my legs tighter together, but my control was heavily wavering, to the point it was rapidly switching between extremes. One second I had full control, the next I'd hear the hissing for a second and hope he wasn't hearing it. I was basically peeing my pants now, the wetness traveling much further than my ass given that I was no longer sitting down. It started soaking my legs, leaving trails, two big ones down the back of either leg and smaller ones branching off. I told him I'd be down in a minute to eat. I let out a small audible gasp as my inner thighs became overly saturated and I could feel urine trickling along my bare feet and ankles. He asked me if I was alright, saying he saw I was shaking. He moved in the door more, pushing the knob further into my bladder. There went any control I had left and the hissing in my jeans became loud and constant. Pee was pouring out of me, and I could feel it traveling all over the front and back of my legs. I groaned loudly as he did this and he raised an eyebrow, and he tried to come in, yet again pushing the knob into my bladder even harder. It was like a hose at this point, it had gone from a stream into a jet, and I was wetting myself so hard the crotch and thighs of my jeans just couldn't hold this volume at this speed and it started heavily dripping onto the floor, pattering into the now growing puddle around me. He was about to come in and look at me in full and I started to panic. I suddenly realized that the pee hitting the floor and the loud hissing coming from my now drenched crotch was pretty loud, almost deafening to my in my paranoia and I quickly raised the volume of my voice and used my daughter powers to cover everything. "DAD!! I'm shaking because I'm cold! I'm not dressed, I'm trying to change in here!!" and gave the door a shove. I can pretty much guarantee you, you will never see a male back off faster in your life. Daughter powers. Every daddy's girl has them, and they work 100% of the time, and we all know how to use them like its primal instinct. Don't test us. Not applicable to mothers. I'm sure the story may seem drawn out while reading but do remember this was a short exchange that lasted like 20 seconds, maybe less. I heard a muffled "Alright, see you downstairs" and him walking off. I turned around and rested my back against the door. I unbuckled my cute little butterfly belt, undid my button and unzipped my jeans to give my aching bladder some relief. I was drenched anyway, so I figured I'd enjoy the moment and just stood there and finished wetting my pants. It felt absolutely wonderful now that the panic was gone. The warmth, the hissing, the general relief...these are sensations I'm sure 98% of you know so I don't really need to describe that. But it was amazing. And very much a turn on. I sat in my puddle for a bit and just recouped, before sitting back in my chair which also had a tiny puddle in it from earlier, and tabbed over to my browser to look up some...similar material to my situation, and yeah that other stuff. When I was finished I stripped off and took a shower, put on some jammies, cleaned up my messes with a towel, and I threw all that stuff into my laundry pile (which I did today while Dad was at work) and went down to grab my dinner and kick it back in the living room to watch some netflix with Dad for a bit. Nice bonding time, also partially testing how aware he was. Completely clueless, just as I suspected. As always, I hope you enjoyed! Please leave feedback and any thoughts, and I will of course answer any questions :) I love you guys! Read my previous experience here!~: https://omorashi.org/topic/27824-wet-myself-outside-of-the-bathroom/
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  18. Hi everyone! Its been a week or two, I've had a bit of a dry spell, likely due to the fact that midterms were going on and I'm a lot less playful and risky when I'm in work mode. Work and fun are two separate things for me, which isn't to say I don't enjoy working; I'm a working and writing machine! Anywho, I've finally been able to wind down and relax finally after what feels like however, in the last few days I've attended a few Halloween parties, a few Halloween events, marathoned bad horror movies for all nighters, and another in particular relating specifically to this forum: I had an accident. Now if you've read my tale regarding my recent fable while playing a certain horror game you know two things: One, I love horror but don't handle scares well, and two, I'm oh-so woefully stubborn. As is usually the case when I have an accident, the stubbornness of course comes into play. Allow me to give a bit of context.. There's a local park a city or so away. Like a lot of places, it has a yearly Halloween attraction. Its very sizable; it is also used as a campground in the summertime. I have attended this event every year! This year I went with a few of my friends (Same group from the apartment story), and we showed up early. Naturally there was a line already, and we still had 45 minutes before the event would start and the line started moving up...The line ended up being very large in total, the event was very popular. We had all been picked up at our houses, and most of us had overnight bags in the trunk, as we were going back to one of their places to marathon horror movies for the rest of the night. In the hour before we arrived I had drunk a monster and a hard lemonade, though I didn't really think anything of it until I polished off a 1 liter pepsi from the concession stand halfway through the line. Description phase! By now you most likely have a general idea of my appearance, for newcomers I've got long black hair, am pale enough to fit into the cast of twilight which I am ashamed of, unhealthy tiny at 116 pounds last weigh-in, at 5'8-5'9. To try and turn my pitiful bodily state into a point of attraction, I try to maintain care of my face with various face washes, and creative use of eyeliner. If people are going to think I'm anorexic or something, I might as well look semi-pretty in the process I figure. But enough of that. Tonight I was wearing a pretty dark blue jeans, you could think they were black if you didn't see them in the light. Very tight too. Black tank top, black zipped hoodie for the brisk October weather, along with a nice blue bra/panty combo. With this outfit I usually wear 2 earrings, a gold moon and a star, but as I might end up running for my life I left those out this time. So again, we were in line, and as aforementioned halfway up there was a food stand. I got a hot dog and a 1 litre pepsi, and those were gone pretty fast I will say. Now see at this point I hadn't used the bathroom in a few hours easily, but I didn't even think about that until all the drinks from the past little while had caught up. By the time we were 3/4 of the way up the line I was squirming and inwardly groaning from the typical this-is-the-worst-time-to-need-to-pee realization. I resolved to hold it because again, I'm stubborn, and I didn't want to lose my place in line next to my friends. I realize I probably would have been let back into my spot, but I didn't want to take any chances. We slowly moved up in line, and my need to go slowly got worse, but I didn't really plan to budge. It was almost an exciting feeling, but as per usual I didn't really put enough thought into potential consequences. Its something I really need to work on. Anywho, I had my hands stuffed in my pockets and my legs crossed and I'd bounce a little every now and again. At one point Kate asked me what was up and I started bitching about the cold. We got to the end of the line up and it was our group, and another few girls, like 3 others I think for the next go around. I think they let another set of people in every 5 minutes or so. We got in and I really had to go, but I figured should I stay on my toes I could hold it until the end no problem. First we went down the trail, pretty spooky. Torches and bridges, people in costumes...I tried to stay relatively quiet and blend in with my friends. One of my friends is a screamer, and the screamers make themselves targets. So I let her take the brunt of the people jumping out of the woodwork as it were. It was all really cool, and went really smoothly for me until the little house filled with zombies. It was wide open, and had a whole strobe light thing going on. One was waiting around the corner of the entrance door and spooked the group with a lunge. Everyone, including me, scattered. Everyone took off, zig zagging through the would-be zombies, through the large barn-like structure, until people found the way out. My luck started to run out around here. I found the door and escaped. I was alone. I had figured everyone else had gone on ahead. I took a moment to lean against the outside of the house/barn/thing and hold myself, placing my hand between my legs and holding my legs together long enough to take the edge off, and continued on down the trail. I would later find out, as my luck would have it, that I was actually the FIRST out. And not only that, after I had gone off down the trail, everyone else would get out and proceed to head in the wrong direction. The lot of em had to be redirected back onto the trail by a supervisor and the like. I mean...I went in the direction that had a torch on a tree. I thought it was obvious, myself. Now all of a sudden, I was target number 1. There was actors dressed as ghouls constantly lurking about, being creepy, saying creepy shit, or jumpscaring me. Some of them were really creative, and I loved the costumes, gotta give em props. I tried to play it cool, waving to them and being like "Hi, hows life?", and just being chill, even though I very obviously wasn't chill, given the fast walk I had going. My first minor leakage came at the hands of a guy who was hanging. I don't know how he was alive, or how the engineered it, but the guy hanging from the noose was a living dude. He was legit hanging. Maybe invisible wires or something. Anyway I assumed he was a prop for obvious reasons, and of course he lunged and yelled. I let out a tiny shriek, and felt myself dribble into my underwear. I ran off cursing under my breath. Eventually I came to another house, larger than the last one. It looked incredibly dark inside. I knew that was probably the gimmick, and walked in. I discovered it was very narrow with winding hallways, in what was basically pitch black darkness. My shaking legs carrying me and my aching bladder, I soldiered on. About a minute in I heard a voice behind me. "Hello? Is anybody there?" She called out a few names I didn't recognize, but I called out anyway. I waited for this girl to catch up, and she latched onto my arm and told me she lost her friends and was gonna tag along with me. I replied that I was grateful for the company, and I continued on with this girl on my arm. Making nervous and frightened small talk, we continued our way through the winding pitch black maze. Things were going well until a hand came out of a hole in the wall and grabbed my other arm. I let out a sharp noise I can't really describe, and the other girl shrieked as well, I had assumed in reaction to me. It was simultaneous to the noise I made that I realized I was spurting into my pants. I yanked my hand away from the wall presence and shoved it between my legs, quickly feeling my pee leaving my bladder, saturating my pants and beginning to tickle my inner thighs. I panted, with each pant accentuated with a small alarmed moan, I clenched just about every muscle in my lower body to regain control. The girl, who in the dark has no idea what was happening, questioned if I was alright as I quickly checked relevant areas for dampness, trying to assess how visible any damage might be. I didn't think it was too bad, the pants being dark and all, and horror trails tending to lack in the light department. My nether regions were certainly damp and I no doubt had a wet patch, but I clenched quickly enough to cease a dangerous spread. I reassured the girl and we continued. At some point I unzipped my hoodie, as the air in the structure was fairly heavy. Eventually, I could see the glow of an exit, and became excited. The trail wasn't over, but at least I'd be able to see again. We crept up the incline leading to it, and I exclaimed "Its a good thing to be finally free eh?" to which my companion replied "Boy, it sure is!" I will never forget the next moment for the rest of my life. Something in the way she said that was almost mocking, and I turned to face her, who was still clinging onto my arm and had her head on my shoulder. My escort, who I had presumed to be one of the three other girls who wasn't part of my friend group, was wearing a tattered white, almost hospitalish gown, and in addition to appearing to be rotted, also appeared to be missing part of her jaw. This really wasn't the time to get an eyeful of the amazing makeup work done at such close proximity. I think I stood there for a moment with my eyes and face just widening in absolute realization and comprehending terror. I assume she had been near the house and seen I was alone. I gotta give it to the crafty bitch, that was one of the most clever things I've ever seen, and I've never screamed so loud in my entire life. I sprinted up, barreling out of the exit door. I tripped, scrambled to my feet, and has my luck would have it, on my way upright I went face first into another chick. Also rotted looking. Wielding a now revving chainsaw. I could hear my evil escort from earlier cackling like mad as a I fell back onto the ground, staring at the chainsaw wielding nurse. I think it was a nurse. Don't quote me on that. I screamed again as she darted forward with the chainsaw which more than likely had no chain on it, holding it above me. I was screaming, and I then realized, also wetting my pants. I have no idea when it started, probably somewhere around my stumble out of the house, or even my initial scream. All I knew was, I was suddenly wet, and there was a vibrating hiss accompanied by a spreading warmth. Chainsaw lady looked to the sky, laughing and waving the saw around as I attempted to grab myself, pushing my hand and pants into my crotch, resulting in a loud PSSSSSHHHHHH. I could feel my ass becoming absolutely soaked, and I could see the puddle forming underneath me when I looked down. I realized Saw Girl wasn't looking, and I shot up and took off like a dart, deftly kicking my foot back over my puddle, hopefully covering it. I sure wasn't sticking around to find out. I ran, and ran around the corner of the trail, spurts of urine shooting out every step. I went off the trail the moment I knew I was out of the sight of ghouls which was pretty quick. In the relative darkness I leaned against a tree, on the opposite side of said tree where I wouldn't be seen from the trail. My bladder was panging, as if to say "No" is not an option right now. I could feel my control slipping again, but I couldn't let that happen! This wasn't really a situation or attire I could afford a full on accident. I shoved my hands down there again and started frantically crossing my legs, uncrossing, bouncing, moaning and gasping, you name it. I had to get my pants down or something, but as I pulled one hand out and tried to unhook my button, I started peeing my pants again. The hissing returned, and as much as I struggled and whined and frantically tried and failed to open my fly after unhooking the button, it started streaming down my legs. My ass was becoming soaked, and I could feel the warm trails flowing on my previously relatively untouched legs, dripping onto the autumn leaves underneath me. I moaned loudly as the stream intensified, leaving no part of the backside of my pants, from the cuffs of my legs to the seam of my ass unsoaked. I tried so hard to stop the flow, finally getting my pants completely undone I shoved a hand into my panties to try and block my pee-hole. Didn't work out too well...When I leaned over from the strain of the stream and the effort of trying to stop it, the position of my hand redirected the flow frontwards, and now the front of my jeans were becoming even darker than their natural dark blue color; the resounding pssssh of my pee soaking the front of my legs and knees echoing through the forest with the sounds of distant screams. I whined, strained, moaned, criss crossed, my usual dance. But even I knew it was over, as my last move ensured no part of me was getting away unsoaked by the shame of my failing bladder. My stream slowed to a crawl as my bladder finished emptying. I was in a bit of a pickle now. I finished the trail with a few more screams, staying as far away from light sources as I could. My pants were dark enough that you probably couldn't tell the difference if I wasn't next to a torch or light....But given they were certainly over-saturated, even the faintest source of light might have caught a glisten, being drenched and all. I sure hope not. When I finished the trail, I was informed I was the first out of my group out due to a wrong turn made by others, and that's when it hit me I had a slight chance to make it out unscathed. I rushed to the parking lot using the same tactics as in the trail, avoiding light like I was a vampire in Florida. The only time I went directly into the light was to rush straight to the car. I had the key, so I managed to pop the trunk and grab my overnight bag. I also grabbed a plastic bag and took off into a porta-potty. I quickly changed out of my pants, panties, and socks, and through on a pair of white undies and a pair of sweats. To seem less suspicious, I also changed from my tank top into a jammie T-shirt I wear. I tossed the wet stuff in a plastic bag, and then the plastic bag into my overnight bag. I then proceeded to wait by the car. Eventually they came back, laughing and giggling, getting the jitters out. Kate immediately noticed my change in attire and yelled "Oi (INSERT MY NAME HERE), you piss your fucking pants?", laughing and obviously joking around, which got an equally jokey reply in "Nah man, those jeans make my ass look fucking fantastic and all, but too tight and I wanna hit up the comfort game early. Look at the goddamn indent from the button!" I accentuated this by lifting my shirt to show the crater where the button had been digging into my tummy. Continually laughing and carrying on, we went back to Tanya's place and marathon-ed classic horror movies for the night (Return of the Living Dead is a classic for me.) As always I hope you enjoyed my tale! Feel free to comment, shoot your thoughts my way, or fire a message at me. Love you all, have a lovely Halloween!~ <3
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  19. We finally had our first diaper date night last night and Layla asked me to take these pics and post them! We watched a long movie while drinking lots and lots of water, peeing whenever we had the urge. Layla said she was surprised at how good it felt and that it was also really freeing to be able to just pee without getting up and taking a break from the movie! I ended up with a ridiculously full diaper, as the pictures show :p
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  20. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by Albertgt40 (FA) Famous treasure hunter, Rouge the Bat, taking a much-needed pause from hunting, as she puts her padding to work, where nobody can see her. In the dark, this little bat finally gains the privacy she yearns for....a proper bathroom break...most video game characters never get to use the bathroom in their game...they all secretly wear diapers? Rouge the Bat (c) Sega
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  21. When I go to the gym I always do the same routine first I start with a little cardio Then I do a little training on the bodybuilding machine and this always causes me some leaks It is true that I drink a lot, probably more than 2 liters during all my session I go to the bathroom before starting my session and then I do 30 minutes of cardio, then training and then 1-2 h cardio so I did not drink so much before training Often I dont even feel that I need to pee but I have leaks Does it happen to anyone else to have leaks due to the effort? I'm always surprised when it happens but I enjoy this
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  22. I've made my preference for Kay Faraday clear, but she isn't the only one I like. And I totally didn't just forget about her until I started replaying the first game. Also, researching her Japanese name to search for images, I found out she's in Spirit of Justice. That's something to look forward to.
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  23. These sorts of photos are fantastic! You put some great photos on here! I love the cute look of surprise on the second photo when your in shorts!
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  24. That's okay. :) You're not wrong with posting stories in the fiction section, it's just that the Blogs section would work better for large scale stories like this one. If you did one chapter at a time, you could post to the Fiction section (You could even do it that way now over the course of a few days, just make sure you let reader's know it's all been written up beforehand). Another good thing about the Fiction blog is that you can delay posting, so you won't be flooding it all in one go with a 10 chapter story. You could post chapter 1/Contents table now, and then submit the following chapter and tell it to properly post it in about an hour's time, maybe. You could even submit the entire 10 chapters in a matter of minutes, with each post being delayed over the course of the day, or weekend for that, You'll understand that more when you use it. ^^
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  25. Panty pee

    i suggest you go to Ilovebirds.com and see if they have any birds there...
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  26. AuthorFaust: Goodness, it's a close race between. [Pun Questionably intended] Bouncing Bladders: The Skip Rope Challenge, and Resist Temptation: The Squat, but don't Spray Challenge! Saril: Both wonderful options. Though, when two are so close....I feel like it might be a touch..uncouth to pick one over the other. So, I propose that the Audience have a biiiiit more say...Or perhaps a bit of a choice on things... AuthorFaust: Faust will offer sort of alternatives, to gauge thoughts.....Before committing to any option in particular.... ======================================================================================================================================================== 1. Option 1: No modification! [Go with which one has the most Votes by the end of today.] 2. Option 2: Punishment! [Contestants are given 3 chances to complete the task. For each chance lost, they must squat for 20 seconds] 3. Option 3: Alternative! [Contestants may choose Between a 50 Rope skip, or Squatting while Desperate.] 4. Option 4: Change-up! [Contestants are Assigned Squatting or Rope-Skipping Duty depending on Authorial Judgement] 5. Option 5: Something Else Entirely! [Submit An idea, and get 3 or more other people to support your idea] 6. Option 6: Delay! [Further Delay the inevitable Relief by Asking Questions to Saril, the Author, And/Or Mist! [Up to 3 questions per person, per commentor]
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  27. These are lovely pictures. I hope you feel better! Stay strong!
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  28. For being so kind have another photo guys This is another wetting my panties photo
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  29. I just assume people are trying to get something from me, most of the time, and most of the time, I'm right. Don't let them take advantage if you don't want them to. You're not unlovable, but there are very few people worth loving or capable of loving in return, and I apply that to my own gender as well as the one I am attracted to. I won't deny love exists, but it's a pretty rare thing. I myself am better off just being alone and forgetting about it. I hope that you can move forward from this, never-the-less, and don't because quite as jaded as I am.
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  30. Aw, don't think negatively. Learn from this experience to be more cautious, not letting them control you camming every day. You're stronger than them.
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  31. Wonderful pictures. Sorry you had a bad experience with someone though *hug*
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  32. Hey guys, it's me again :) As you know, I live with my girl and I love sharing our experiences. This one was really bad and I still feel kinda awful for my poor girl, but I just have to share it. Please let me know, what you think :) My girl and I go to the gym few times per week and do our exercises. Normally, we're never apart but this evening a new course started and we were separated to work with someone else. She was brought together with a girl named Lia. I knew she had a crush on my girl and therefore, I wasn't really pleased with this situation. My girl wasn't pleased as well, she came home late this evening and didn't use the bathroom. We never planned wetting in public. We live in a small village and we're the weird girls that live together anyway so there's no need to give them more to gossip, so we're normally very very careful. So my girl was with this girl forming a group, she had to pee, I knew the signs but hoped she could use the bathroom in the next minutes. But the trainer talked for ages and I could see my girl feeling worse with every minute. I got distracted, when my partner told me to lay down and explained, what we had to do. It was kind of a trusting test, one lays down and the other pretends to drop a Basketball. If you trust your partner, you don't try to catch the ball. So we did this, my partner didn't drop it and I could watch my girl again. She laid down, pressing her legs together. She is a skinny girl with a very flat tummy, but I could see the bulge of her bladder very well. Lisa had the ball and the moment she watched my girl, smiling in a very mean way. I didn't feel good about this smile and I was right... Instead of pretending to drop the ball, she smashed it down, right on my girls bladder. I still remember her painful scream, she doubled over and then I could see, she had lost control, a puddle formed around her. Lisa was laughing so hard, I felt so bad for my girl but was really furious too. I rushed over, snarled at Lisa what a stupid (I won't repeat the exact word, it's really nasty) she was and slapped her in the face. Then I brought my crying girl into the shower, cleaned her up and tried to comfort her. I brought her home and we changed the gym afterwards, so we would never see Lisa again. This happened about 2 years ago and I still feel bad for my girl and she still is very embarrassed when she remebers this incident.
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  33. Have some Overwatch memes!
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  34. Yeah, no. People don't lose their right to their own story - Or at least for 77 years (or however old Mickey Mouse is.) As a writer, I'm kinda ticked off just reading this.
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  35. I like this new direction this fanfic has taken. The new characters looks like she enjoys watching other people desperate. I can't wait to see what happens next.
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  36. This is a story from my college days. My Junior year of college I was on an athletic scholarship. This took up most of my time. I had practice every day and competitions almost every weekend. The program was fairly new so we didn't have great funding. Most of the sports at our school were allowed to either fly or take coach buses to their competitions. We had to take dodge caravans everywhere. The farthest we had to go was about eight hours. Our coaches tried to only stop for gas as we were always on a strict schedule. This caused the members of our team to become quite desperate depending on the length of the drive. There were five girls in our van that day. We had done well at our conference and went out to dinner before making the long ride home. We had a six hour ride home. We didn't start our journey until about 7 or 8 pm. We had a large team and it was difficult to get seating at most restaurants. My team had a bad habit of drinking too much soda before a long drive home. Unfortunately for me I didn't enjoy seeing anyone on my team desperate. I just wasn't attracted to them. But oh well. We had been driving for about 4 hours before someone voiced their need. They asked if we could stop so they could pee and our coach said they would have to wait until we found a gas station. We were in the middle of nowhere so it would be a while. The entire van groaned in agony at the prospect of having to wait an unknown amount of time to empty their bladders. I didn't mind much. I was desperate but I knew I could wait until we reached campus if I really had to. Another half hour had gone by before someone else voiced that they were desperate. It was amusing how difficult it was for these girls to hold their pee. They really didn't have strong bladders, which was surprising since we had been traveling like this for months now. My coach rolled her eyes and said that they would have to wait until we found a gas station. At this point my team began to complain. They said multiple times that they needed to pee now. A few wanted to pull over and go on the side of the road they had to go so bad. I knew they weren't exaggerating their need. Most of the girls had their purses in their laps probably attempting to hide the fact that they were holding themselves. One girl sat in the bad sitting on her heal whining about how she wouldn't be in her predicament if our team had coach buses. After a while the van went quiet. My teammates had become statues. All of them trying to sit as still as possible holding their very full bladders. A few were mindlessly scrolling through social media while the others stared out the window with their ear buds blasting music I couldn't make out. I was content with how full my bladder was. I had my thighs clenched together. My panties were slightly damp from how turned on I was from the pressure in my bladder and the micro-leaks my muscles had been slowly leaking out. I knew that I could continue to hold for quite a while. As long as I didn't continue to consume water or move around too much. We were almost back to campus when the van in front of us sped up. Everyone was confused until our couch pressed the pedal to the floor and began weaving through traffic. Our bodies jolted back and forth as we weaved from lane to lane barely avoiding cars around us. We were going at least 80 mph as our coached tried to keep up with the van in front of her. My teammates held on to whatever they could to keep their balance. One of them complained that 'she had to pee too bad for this kind of nonsense.' I had to agree. The effort it took to stay upright was taking away from my mental ability to hold the contents of my bladder. We sped and weaved for what felt like forever until finally we swerved into the parking lot of campus and the van skidded to a stop. My teammates yelled at my coach complaining about how irresponsible and how badly they had to pee. I secretly wondered if any of them had leaked. I doubted it.. I didn't think too long on it. I just wanted to get out of the car. I quickly grabbed my equipment and my duffle bags before hobbling into the school with the rest of the girls. I had to wait for someone to find their fob out of their purse which seemed like forever. As we waited my teammates squirmed and bounced up and down not caring that everyone knew they were about to wet themselves. I was the only one who seemed to be unaffected by my bladders contents and they glared at me probably jealous that I wasn't as desperate as they were. After a few moments the girls began to complain that it was taking too long and began knocking on the glass door to have the night desk clerk open the door for them. The door buzzed open and three of the girls ran inside leaving their belongings inside. They ran to a small bathroom around the corner. I stayed behind to drag their belongings out of the way in case anyone else came in behind us. A few minutes later my teammates cam back looking very relieved and thanked me for moving their stuff. I have no idea if any of them leaked at all. We wore joggers over our uniforms so if any of them leaked at all while waiting to get into a stall I wouldn't have known. I have a good feeling that one of them probably did though. She kept looking down at her crotch every few moments the entire way back to our dorms. I waited until I got back to my dorm and changed out of my uniform before making my way to the communal bathroom in the middle of the hallway. I peed for almost two minutes. It felt amazing to finally release the pressure that was on my bladder. I quickly took a shower and went to bed sadly not having anyone to share my excitement with. That's all I have for now.
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  37. It is just shy of three years since I posted the first part of this story. Most of the initial readers probably hate me, and rightfully so. But anyway, her is part 2(b). Based on the first two stories you probably have a rough sketch of “Nicky’s” behaviour concerning holding her pee. She did not really like to hold her pee, but when things became competitive, everything, including her bladder, had to obey. This led to a few quite awesome desperation sessions, like the ones I told you before. This particular day is a bit different though. You do need a bit of context, which I will give in a second, but let me first tell you how Nicky prepared. Like every other race, Nicky made sure that she was able to weigh in with a very full bladder and a tummy filled to the maxed with water (a row cox should weight at least 50 kg, but peeing after the weight determination is allowed). She (and thereby I) got up at 6:30 a.m. to prepare for the race. Her crew would start quite early, which meant she had to weigh in quite early to. Quite contradictory to every other day (and even to most boat race days) she did not pee after waking up, because she felt she did not have the time to fill het bladder before the weigh in. Thus we started traveling to the race location with an annoyed Nicky (like I said, she did not like to hold). Before leaving home she did drink two of her a large cups of tea though, each containing 400 to 500 ml of tea. I guess that was the competitive part of Nicky making sure that she did everything she could to make her crew win. When we arrived at the boathouse about 30 minutes after leaving home, Nicky started to fill her other water container: her tummy. She did this by drinking a 1,5 litre bottle of water at a surprising high pace. You should bear in mind that Nicky only weighs about 46 kg, which makes the amount of added liquid (her already filled bladder, the tea and the water) probably over 5 % of her body weight. But let me get to the context first. During the main rowing season, rowing races are predominately two kilometres in length (about 1.24 miles). This means that the crew rows a minimum of two kilometers to the starting line, then rows the two kilometer in contest and then rows a bit to cool down. This whole procedure should not take much longer than 20 to 25 minutes. In the offseason a number of different contests are held that are called regattas, which can be multiple times the two-kilometer length. I am not quite sure what the actual length of this regatta was, but it was somewhere just beyond six kilometers. Since it is held in a cannel, it is not possible to row to the starting line during other crew’s races. This meant that the race was held in heats. Nicky’s heat started at 10 a.m.. She had to cover the distance to the starting line before 10 a.m, in other words she had to get into the beat no later than 9:20 a.m.. Back to Nicky and the weigh in point. I remember that we arrived there 1 hour before she had to get into the boat (it had annoyed me at the time because I felt we could have slept at least halve an hour more). Nicky was really desperate at this point (well, she kind of had since she woke up, but it had gotten worse obviously). The weigh in was delayed bit, something that was certainly not unique, and Nicky shifting in her place. She had a really determined look on her face though. In her head, it was all about winning, and when she got to the head of the line she actually asked me to fill her bottle again. I was just in time to hand her the filled bottle before it was her turn and Nicky drank a part of it (probably somewhere around 500 ml). Her weight turned out to be around 51.5 kg, quite a bit more then the needed 50 kg (this btw was certainly not only liquid but also warm, and watertight clothing since the race was during the winter, instead of the summer). After the weigh in Nicky rushed to the toilet, like she always did and peed her bladder empty and threw up the contents of her tummy. Afterward we talked a bit, and then she started to prepare with her crew. She got into the boat nice on time and the rest of the story is not first hand, but is what she told me afterward… very reluctantly. So what did Nikcy tell me? At the point that she got into the boat, she already felt a small-renewed urge to pee. She was used to this though (she always drank a LOT before a contest) and did not really think about it too much. What she did not realize though is that the whole thing should take at least 40 minutes to get to the starting line, and then, in the best scenario, about 25 to 30 minutes to get back. After around 10 to 15 minutes of doing some exercises and slow rowing, Nicky finally reached the 5 km mark (indicating 5 more km to the starting line) at which point she stated that she actually was felling really full. The whole drinking routine had backfired. Instead of having a full bladder and a full tummy that she could empty in the toilet, she had mainly filled her body with fluids that where now rapidly entering her bladder. Nicky told my that at the 4 km mark she was already firmly holding herself with one hand through her layers of warm and watertight clothing (in a 4 mans rowing crew, the cox usually is in front of the boat with her body under the front deck of the boat. This means that nobody can see where your hands are or what they are doing ;)). She was desperately thinking on how she could fix this, but saw no solution beyond simply holding it all in... At the 3 km mark Nicky had moved both hands into her layers of clothing. Instead of steering the boat and occasionally holding herself she was now pushed direly into her bear crotch and only occasionally redirecting the boat with a quick move. I can only image how she must have situated herself there, two hands jammed between her legs, the boat accelerating and slowing down every 2 seconds with a huge, pulsating, overfilled bladder that got even fuller by the minute. Nicky tolled me that holding her pussy with two hands did help. It relived the pressure somewhat, and the slight touch on her clit turned her on just enough to redirect her mind from her bladder and to different world. It only did so for a short time though… After a few minutes heavy stings in her bladder started to remind her that her bladder was beyond full. Between the 3 km and 1 km mark Nicky told me that she kept increasing the amount of attention to her clit, which had the same effect every time: Rubbing herself a bit more took the direct extreme urgency away, but only to come back stronger in few moments of time. Nicky told me that somewhere around 1 km form the starting line a spurt of pee escape form her. Something that I have seen to happen her only two or three times, and then always close to a toilet. This time was completely different. This is how Nicky finally reached the starting line. Probably very annoyed with everything, probably very angry with her crewmembers, steering not in a straight line, but more like zigzagging in crude strides through the channel with a absolute bursting bladder she was only able to keep form bursting by jamming both her hands, under layers of clothing into her bear crotch in combination with putting pressure on her clit to make, or rather force her mind to forget the situation her body was in. Who cares to predict what she did next?
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  38. Here's a deperation and wetting video I've made a few weeks ago in the forest. I was really desperate and had to pee twice NUDITY WARNING: Sometimes you can see my penis in the video 67c129f01e.360.mp4
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  39. Hello all! I have decided to make a full-on fiction novel out of this involving several main characters. Most entries will include some form of omo-if not they will be marked. Today there is a chapter introducing a second protagonist, i hope you enjoy! Warning contains minor poo desperation. Criticism comments and suggestions welcome! (ps bonus points to anyone who can guess why i chose the date:) ) Rome – 74 AD Claudia Marsiala had a problem. Well, multiple problems in fact. She ducked around a corner, breathing heavily, and leaned against the rough building. Closing her eyes, she mentally ran through her current problems. Number 1: the thugs currently following her that would eventually figure out the alleyway she had gone into. Number 2: the discovery of one of her safehouses. That would create many additional problems in the future, but that could wait. Number 3: She had to pee. Bad. Claudia crossed her legs, sighed and risked a glance around the corner, using a passing mule cart as cover. Not seeing any sign of her pursuers – yet – she quickly re-crossed her legs again and updated problem number 3 to 2. She needed to get away from them, to one of her other safe places, and pass by a public latrine on the way. After another quick glance, she took a deep breath and started moving off in the other direction, blending into the pedestrians as much as possible. There weren´t that many people out in this part of the Subura in the middle of the day though, and she knew that to a trained eye, she would stand out well enough. Stepping around a mound of refuse, she sighed and cursed herself again for letting down her guard enough to get discovered. The day had started well enough – she´d risen early and met a contact at the market, gotten some good information for her client, and even gotten some dirt on a competitor that she thought she could sell profitably. Shaking her head, she berated herself for her carelessness. She should have known better – of course it had been a plant. Somebody had attached the fake information to the real one to catch anybody that came into its possession. And she´d fallen for it like a naïve little girl – even agreed to a meeting at her safehouse! Punching her own thigh in frustration, she gasped and stopped for a moment, wincing at her full bladder. Bad idea. Also, not helpful. Looking over her shoulder, she spotted one of the thugs pointing in her direction, and cursed again. She needed a plan, and fast. Stepping out of the traffic for a moment, she glanced up ahead for options. She was in one of the hill-side residential areas – if the assortment of cheap and shabby tenement blocks could be called residences – with little alleys running off from a main street. Further up ahead, she saw the entrance to the areas market. Making her decision, she started moving again, ducking between the other people on the street quickly, grimacing at the urgent signals from her bladder whenever she had to take a step sideways. As she reached the market, she glanced at a small, dark alley leading off to the side, and briefly contemplated ducking in. She´d be able to hide, to relieve herself…maybe. Looking at a pair of soldiers from the urban cohorts lounging at the side of the street, she ruefully pressed her legs together and hurried into the market, at once feeling more at ease as the press of people grew. This was her element, something she had grown up in since the earliest days of her childhood when her father´s death in the legions and her mother´s to a sickness had meant she had to steal to survive. She knew how to disappear in a crowd – they would never find her now. Making her way to a side exit, she stopped briefly as she passed the public latrines, pressing her legs together. She REALLY needed to pee soon, but the queue was horrendous. There were at least 50 people waiting for one of the seats to free up, and she couldn´t afford to stay there for this long – eventually even those lumbering thugs would manage their way through the market. She passed along the row of people waiting to use the latrines, smiling at the sight of crossed legs, fidgeting men and women, and even a young couple in full-on pee dances that somehow made her own need much greater. As she left the market behind, the crowds thinned out quickly and she was able to move quicker, although it turned into a hobble more and more as her screaming bladder forced her to keep her legs together as much as possible. Stopping for a brief rest, she crossed her legs tight and involuntarily pressed a hand into her crotch, burying the fabric of her tunic between her legs. “oh gods” she gasped heavily, unable to hold still. No question – she needed the nearest public latrines or, failing that, a private spot where she couldn´t be overseen by officials or snitching onlookers. After a few moments, she started walking again, trying to hurry as much as possible as she made her way through the crowded buildings in the direction of the forum. Problem 1, solved, number 2 – about to be, she mused as she saw a set of public latrines in the distance. “Just need to get to number 3…ohhhh !” the muttered, grabbing herself frantically as an older woman bumped into her, thrusting her elbow right on her swollen bladder and making her loose a spurt of urine into her loincloth. “Excuse me dear but I´m in a hurry” the woman apologized, taking off towards the latrines at a half-run. Claudia stared after her, trying to regain her composure before hobbling off in pursuit of the woman. “Maybe put problem 2 back on the list” she cursed as she watched her join a line outside the building – thankfully much shorter than the one at the market. Still, she counted 15 people in front of her as she got in line, bouncing and crossing her legs behind the woman who was squirming on the spot frantically. Briefly Claudia thought about calling her out for jostling her, but she looked really desperate. And not bad to look at, the girl mused as she ground her legs together. “Oh you have to go too dear? I´m sorry, I didn´t know…” the woman said apologetically, looking back at her. “That´s ok, I know the feeling” Claudia smiled back, regarding her. She was at least 10 years older than her, maybe 30, but that could be deceiving. People spending their whole lives in the Subura always looked older than their years. “I just hope it doesn´t take too long!” “I know, me too” the woman agreed, shifting her weight and angling her legs together. “There´s been a queue here every day since they started that whole business about no going in the streets…” she blushed as she stopped and glanced forward, taking a few steps as the queue moved. “Oh really?” Claudia asked, taking a appreciative glance at the woman´s well-formed buttocks through the thin tunic “how many, ah, spots in there?” she added while bending forward, one hand between her legs as she fought off a big urge. “Just 4!” the woman said, glancing at her holding herself before duplicating her, sighing as she pushed her hand between her legs “Much too few at least…” Nodding her agreement, the younger girl looked over the remaining people between her and relief. It was the usual combination of slaves, mostly girls, a few workmen and porters and some women. Most seemed fine, but Claudia´s eyes fixed on one girl about her age in a half-length tunic who was holding her stomach with one and bum with the other hand and was hunched over. “oh wow” she mumbled under her breath, blushing slightly as the girl finally got to go into the latrines, letting out a relieved moan seconds later. “Come on hurry we got go too!” the woman yelled, pee dancing furiously, shaking Claudia out of her momentary bliss as she lost another spurt, grimacing hard as she fought to keep control. “just a couple more, I can do it!” she mumbled, moving forward again as two men entered and started to pee loudly. “oh nonono” the woman started sobbing, hunching over as she frantically pressed her hands into her crotch, urine soaking through the folds of her long tunic rapidly as she lost control. “Not again…” she cried, giving way with a soft moan and crouching a bit to empty her bladder on the floor. Claudia stared, mouth open, quickly grabbing herself again as the sight and sound made her leak again. “oh….oh dear” she gasped and moved around the woman to stand in the entrance of the latrine, squirming violently. One seat was still taken by the young girl pooing with a red but relieved face, while 2 others were taken by workmen doing the same. Grimacing again, Claudia turned to the last seat where a slave boy was arching a heavy stream of pee. “ah….could you hurry? I´m uhhh about to lose it here” she managed, small leaks escaping constantly now. “what? Oh…” the boy said over his shoulder, blushing as he glanced at her holding herself, tunic riding up. “I´m done you can go….” He added, shaking off. “Thank you!” Claudia gasped and hurried up to him, quickly gathering her tunic to hike it up, pee gushing from her pussy as soon as she squatted down on the seat “oh goooooods” she moaned, grinning happily at the boy who stood staring at her for a moment, his penis growing erect before he hurriedly put on his rags and ran off. “Well, that’s problem 2 solved.” Claudia said, sighing again as she pissed furiously, emptying her large overtaxed bladder into the sewer, her mind already working on future plans, even as she smiled at the girl sitting next to her emptying her bowels.
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  40. im into male wetting i like see male holding and wet himself
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  41. So I don't know if anyone else had to do this as a child, but for a number of months, my mother was convinced that the pullups I was wearing to bed to keep my bed dry were preventing me from learning to not wet the bed. Rather than go without protection, and thereby imperiling my bedding, she 'encouraged' me to wear panties underneath my Goodnites, so that I would feel them when they got wet, and wake up, thereby learning to wake up in the middle of the night to pee, rather than wet my bed. This didn't work, and this practice was abandoned after a couple of months, and many pairs of wet panties. It turned out that the panties still cause the Goodnites to leak, because they reduce the effectiveness of the gathers. In a fit of nostalgia, I recreated the days of old, and I wore panties under my Goodnites, resulting in a predictable puddle. I just made this video available through my website, so please get in touch if you are interested in a copy! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties/wetting-videos
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  42. Ideal fantasy for me: I'm sipping water out of a sippy cup while my partner notices me doing the pee-pee squirm a little. My partner teasingly asks me if I need to go, and I insist no. My partner then says that if i'm lying to them I'll need to wear pull-ups or a diaper in case I have an accident. Ideally they would then pull out cute pull-ups that are almost too small for me, force me to lay down with my legs spread and tape it so tightly on me that it adds extra pressure to my very full bladder. Then they tease me and give me extra water until I wet myself everywhere, and if it leaks they would then force me to clean the floor in a wet pull-up. Once I get the floor cleaned up, I've then "earned" my diaper change. This can either take a BDSM turn where I get scolded and spanked, or it can go loving-DDLG style where they console me and remind me that accidents happen but I need to let them know when it's potty time.
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  43. Quite curious what's going to happened to the dude in the cubicle during this storm.
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  44. I feel like the principal stopping her from using the bathroom was slightly unrealistic but the rest of the story was great.
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  45. LivingInfinite, As always, your work is incredible and the time and attention you put into this game is remarkable. Virtually every comment on here points to this, and the characters, artwork, and level design are all fantastic. That being said I would like to provide some constructive criticism, because this game does not merely exhibit a "very high" level of difficulty but is next to impossible, making this a broken game. Just some observations: -All enemies are ridiculously overpowered. This is supposed to be an elite fighting unit, and yet 3 hits from the first enemy you encounter knocks them out. Your only choice is to attempt to outrun them, but this is pointless because... -Combat is restricted to tight spaces, so even if you manage to escape using the smoke bomb you have two seconds before that exact same enemy simply re-engages in combat, and even if you do manage to run away you're still screwed because... -Using the shift key is of no use as all opponents are lightning fast and can easily catch up. So then you decide to simply face the enemy and grind them down but this isn't possible because all the characters are ridiculously weak and... -Players become 'clinched' almost immediately, and escaping is pointless as the next turn will have them immediately clinched again. The entire gun mechanic has been rendered pointless and weak melee attacks become your only option. You could try to heal but... -Using health restoring items in combat isn't possible. This is the only RPG I've ever seen that doesn't allow healing during combat. Also, once characters faint they don't regain consciousness after the battle and there is no item to restore them. Again, this is the only RPG I've ever seen that does that. If it is your intention to never, ever, have the squad actually complete a mission without a half hour of tedious save scumming while moving forward through the map a few squares at at a time then mission accomplished. But for anything approaching a balanced, enjoyable game that actually allows progression, this is unplayable. This is a shame because it voids all the obvious hard work you put into building the confidence, continence, and reputation systems. What is the point of having these if the gameplay will inevitably force them forever downward? Most of the skills available to these characters will never be accessible because the necessary stats will always be bottomed out. In closing I'm just going to paraphrase a common guideline in game development: "If you think the game you created is just the right level of difficulty, than it is way, way too hard for anyone other than you."
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  46. If its a roleplay it needs to be moved to the roleplay section
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  47. yeah im not trying to get to where i am rn so fast cause they you'll be waiting for more pages to come. tired of waiting though? https://e621.net/pool/show/8750
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  48. If you want more numbers...I've on separate instances managed around 2L, and a little over 2.5L (in litres as these were imprecise measurements). The larger measurement was when I'd been holding very frequently. However, I can't completely lose control, so I don't know if my capacity actually physically increased...the measurements happened when the pain of holding definitely got too agonising to continue, in both of those cases. Still, that threshold clearly did increase, by at least 25%. So that's something.
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  49. What are some commercials where the storyline features the main character desperate to pee and having to wait a long time? They can be on a car ride home, a bus ride home, waiting outside an occupied bathroom, too busy with work or chores to go, etc.
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