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  1. A $48 commission due to alternates. Yuno and Akeno have drunk a lot of liquid, Akeno made it and Yuno's in a big pinch
    7 points
  2. I had gone to a decent sized school carnival with my two kids, my sister and her three kids, and one of my good friends Mark. The best thing about this carnival is that there is a small bar in the middle that actually serves drinks two for one. You can either get both drinks at the same time or you can get a coin to bring back to get your second drink. My sister was not really drinking that much but Mark and I had drank quite a few and by the end of the night we had about five coins left over. I figured this would be a great time to cash in the coins because we wanted to try to leave soon and I had to pee really badly at this point. For being a decent sized carnival the bathrooms they provided were a few porta potties and whenever we passed them there was always a decent line so I had decided to continually skip the bathroom. I had actually figured that I would try to wait until I got home but it had gotten way to bad and so I thought this would be a great time to pee. I asked my sister to keep an eye on my kids as they went on a ride and me and Mark started towards the bar. I told Mark to go to the bar and get in line as I was going to go pee first and then would meet him in line. He kept trying to get me to go to the bar and then go pee but I told him that I had to pee really badly and that I needed to go now. He said fine I will go with you and at this point I had to pee so badly that I didnt really care. We got in line and I tried to act normal but I had to do a small pee dance to help hold in my bladder. The line was moving very slowly and Mark started asking me how bad I had to go and if I thought I would make it. I just ignored him and did my best to keep my composure. A huge wave of urgency hit me and I had to hold myself to keep from peeing. Mark looked looked at me weird and then asked me what would happen if he poked my bladder. I told him it would be bad and of course being Mark he grabbed me from behind and pushed on my bladder a little bit. This made me start leaking and I could feel my thong start to get wet. I pushed him off me and called him a jerk and secretly checked my jeans and saw that luckily they were still dry. We were finally next and thank god because I had leaked a few times and I knew that I couldnt hold on much longer. Finally it was my turn and as I went in Mark closed the door and said I might not let you in. I whimpered that I was going to have an accident to please open the door. He did and I ran it but he came in too and closed the door. I screamed at him to get out that I was starting to pee and he just looked at me. My bladder had finally started to give in and I was leaking pretty constantly at this point. I yelled again please and he got out and as he closed the door. As the door closed I finally couldnt hold it any more and starting forcefully peeing into my thong and jeans as I was trying to get them off. I did get them off and peed but not before I had gotten them very wet. I finished up and pulled up my wet thong and jeans and walked out. Mark was waiting a little ways away and when I got to him he apologized. I just yelled at him if this turned him on and walked off. We ended up leaving about ten minutes later.
    5 points
  3. @homeanddry here is the ticket inspector story. In my very late teens and early twenties I frequently traveled by train as my father, grandfather and uncle all worked on the railways. My family were well known and I knew a good few of my dad and uncles colleagues. I was traveling to the city this day and shortly after getting on the train the ticket inspector came into the coach. I recognised her as someone both my dad and uncle worked with. The carriage was quite quiet so she sat down close to me and we chatted a bit. She looked stressed and I asked how the shift was going. It was then she mentioned that she couldn’t wait to finish but she had over an hour and a half still to go on the same train as it headed to the city then back to the outlanding town where she was based. She shuffled in her seat and said a bit quieter that she ‘needed the loo’ but that ‘the only toilet on this train is out of order.’ She shuffled again with her large ticket machine in front of her moaning how the doors were jammed open and how this was such a common problem since these new trains were brought into the line and how she would never again laugh at the late night drinkers who would moan when bursting and the train loo was broken. She then left to collect and sell more tickets but returned another five minutes or so before the city this time much more clearly bursting jigging about and she sat down beside me again moaning how she was bursting and wished the train was staying in the city long enough to let her pee but alas I think was going straight through and she still had over an hour before she couldn’t get off the train. She was in her late thirties, small, slightly overweight and had bobbed black hair and she was wearing her work uniform of navy skirt, flat shoes, white and navy work blouse and suit jacket. By time she got back to her depot I can only image how frantic she must have been!
    4 points
  4. I gotta cast my vote for "Just made it" as well. Wettings are cool too, but I just like the idea of a girl getting a happy ending to her ordeal. Plus, it often means exposing their naughty bits and having a much more visible and audible pee than if they just soaked their clothes.
    4 points
  5. The core of this story is from toiletstool, but I made some liberal changes. Vacation Accident I just found this site and thought I would contribute a story. My name is Jessica and this happened many years ago when I was 16 years old. Even so it is burned into my memory like it was only an hour ago. I was a normal teenage girl back then, about to start my junior year of high school. That summer my family took a vacation down to Disney World and we drove the whole way from Indiana to Florida in our minivan. Me, my 13 year old sister Katie, and my mom and dad. It took two days to drive it. On the second day we were on the interstate and I started to really need to go to the bathroom. I had peed that morning at the hotel before breakfast but nothing else since then. Dad wanted to drive straight through to the hotel in Orlando. At first I didn't say anything and just held it in and kept reading my book in the back seat where I was sitting alone with my sister in the middle row watching a movie and my parents up front. The longer I held it the stronger the urge kept getting and soon I was quite desperate to pee. I finally spoke up and asked when we would be stopping for lunch. Mom responded that we weren't stopping, she had sandwiches and drinks in the cooler, so we could keep driving. I just kept holding it, not wanting to admit I needed the bathroom yet, since we weren't going to be stopping for lunch. Instead, I ate a sandwich and drank an iced tea that mom passed back to us girls and kept reading my book, now sitting on my heel to help hold it. After a while even this started to not be enough help and I knew I was getting close to absolutely needing a toilet. I finally asked if we could stop at a gas station or rest area. Dad wanted to keep going but mom finally said that we could all use a little break. But there was nowhere to stop on that stretch of road for another 50 miles or so. I almost panicked when I heard how far it would be, not sure I could make it that far. But I kept my mouth shut and crossed my legs tighter and pushed my fingers into my crotch while trying to cover it with my book. After another half hour I felt like my eyes were watering I had to pee so badly. I was on the verge of losing it in the back seat. I asked how much further. My dad said only a few minutes to the next exit with a gas station. I relaxed momentarily at that news and immediately regretted it as a squirt of pee escaped into my panties but not enough to show on the outside of my tan mid-thigh shorts (I checked). I could tell that I was squirming too much and it was going to be noticeable very soon, so I tried to discretely curl my leg up so I could sit on my heel again. I pressed my heel into my crotch as hard as I could but felt that my control was going to slip away soon. After a minute or so I was so desperate that I got myself into an almost panicked state and cared more about not wetting my pants than everyone knowing that I had to pee. I was now bouncing up and down more aggressively on my foot thinking repeatedly, “Please don’t let me pee my pants, please don’t let me pee pants...” I was almost frantic and couldn’t think clearly when I felt a hot jet of pee spurt out and hit my panties. I could feel the pressure of the stream through my pants on the heel of my foot. I pushed my heel harder into my crotch and then I felt a second jet of pee. Now I was very aware of the wet underwear pressing against my vagina. I froze, staring at the back of the seat in front of me and I felt like my whole body was blushing. My face was burning with embarrassment. It felt like everyone in the car must know what I had just done and what might be about to happen. I didn’t dare look over to see if my sister was paying any attention to me. I couldn’t believe that I was starting to pee in my pants at my age. I changed positions again and put my feet back on the floor and held my crotch tightly while leaning forward so that it was less noticeable. I clamped back down and tried to breathe and act normal but I knew I only had a few minutes left. The exit finally arrived and we pulled off the interstate and into the parking lot of the gas station. I had unbuckled myself and moved to the side door before we even came to a complete stop. My sister yelled because she wanted out first but I shoved her aside with my elbow, making mom and dad yell at us to cool it, and then as soon as the van stopped I pulled on the sliding side door. It took some force to pull it open and when I did I lost another spurt of pee but I had no time to check for damage. I hopped out and ran inside the gas station to the back and found the bathroom but it was locked. I knocked on the door, dancing frantically in front of it with my legs crossed and bouncing on my feet. I lost control for a second again and this time I felt a trickle of pee run out of the right leg of my shorts and down my leg. I quickly tried to wipe it away. I could see that there was now a softball-sized wet spot below the zipper of my shorts. The attendant said, "You need a key!" I cursed and turned around and half-ran, half-hobbled back to the desk and grabbed the out-held key, turned, and sprinted back to the bathroom, another leak of pee escaping as I went. I nearly slammed into the door and then fumbled with the key for a second trying to get the key into the keyhole while feeling my bladder muscles quiver and then a longer two second spurt followed by more little streams down my legs. My shorts were definitely wet now and it would be obvious to anyone that I was starting to have an accident. I finally got the key in, turned the handle, opened the door, jumped inside, turned to lock the door... and immediately felt with my entire being that I was too late. One second I was fighting the good fight and the next second I knew completely that I was a millisecond from having an accident. I didn't even have time to back away from the door. My right hand was still on the lock button when my bladder spasmed and I began flooding my panties and shorts with long, strong jets of pee, one after the other. Even though it was too late, I was still crossing my legs and grabbing my crotch. I could feel my panties and shorts getting soaked. The pee was just forcing its way around my hand and dripping through my fingers. I was having an accident like a little kid. The pee was forming rivers down my legs and onto the tile below me, splashing my feet and sandals. I just stood in a daze as it happened, almost in slow motion, hearing only the hissing sound of it hitting against my clothes and the splattering as it fell onto the tiles. The only thing going through my head was, “I can’t be peeing my pants,” and wondering how I could possibly face my family. Then it was all over. It was finished. I slowly came out of my daze to fully realize what had happened. I looked down and saw the extent of the wetness on my shorts. I started to cry silently. I was 16 years old and in high school, this shouldn't happen! There was a knock at the door and then my mother's voice, "Jessica, are you alright? Your sister needs to go, too." I didn't know what to do at first. Another knock. "Jessica?" I found my voice and croaked a response, "Mom?" "Jess? Is that you?" "Yes, mom." "Are you ok, sweety?" She asked softer, now right up by the crack of the door. I hit the unlock button on the door and said, "No, mom." She started to ask, "Do you feel well?" as I cracked the door an inch so we could only see each others' eyes clearly. She saw I had tears on my cheek. She stopped and asked, "Jess, did you..." I shook my head a little and said, "I wet my pants." And that set me crying again. With that mom pushed the door just open enough to squeeze inside and pushed it shut behind her before my little sister could see. She pounded on the door wanting to know what was going on anyway. Mom then saw my full condition from the front and the puddle on the floor. "Oh dear, I'm sorry." I was crying again and she took me and hugged me and told me it would be ok and we had clean clothes in the van. I got the crying under control and she asked if I needed help. I just nodded. She said, “Ok, give me your wet clothes and I’ll rinse them in the sink.” I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and lowered them down. I looked down in horror at the dark yellow stain on the front of my white cotton panties. She helped me step out of the shorts and my wet sandals as well. I slowly pulled down my panties and stepped out of them as my mom took them to rinse in the sink. I was very aware I was standing exposed from the waist down in front of my mother for the first time in many years. I thought I noticed an odd look on her face for a fleeting second for what I imagined was her noticing that I was completely shaved. I felt self conscious about it and always had a little guilt and a little worry in the back of my head every time I shaved. I had only started doing it in the middle of the school year last year because I was curious but since I got a little thrill out of it, feeling like I had this intimate secret, I continued to do it. Now I was totally exposed, standing bottomless in front of my mother and feeling overwhelmed by the emotions of the situation. I kept my legs tightly together so that my mom could only see my tiny slit in front. After a slight pause, she said, "Why don't you start cleaning up and I'll get you some new clothes?" I nodded. She brought my wet panties and shorts over to the sink to begin rinsing them with with soap and water while I went into a stall and began wiping my privates and legs with large amounts of toilet paper. I realized that what I really needed was wet paper towels to wipe with so that I wouldn’t be sitting in the car smelling like pee and having Katie realize that her big sister had wet her pants, so I had to walk over to the sink bottomless. I cringed as I saw my panties, yellowed with pee, in a ball next to the sink while my mom rinsed my shorts. I did feel funny wiping between my legs with my mom using the sink right next to me and being able to see me in the mirror but I needed to use the sink to wet the paper towels. My little sister still pounded on the door. Mom finished rinsing my clothes and then said she would be back with a change of clothes and snuck out the door, again keeping my sister out. After I was done wiping, I sat on the toilet, naked from the waist down, still sniffling a little. My mind kept replaying the first shocking spurt in the car, the spurts on the way to the bathroom, and the feeling of the uncontrollable long jets of pee when I completely started wetting my pants. About five minutes later my mom knocked on the door and came back inside with a new pair of shorts and panties. She told me my sister was able to use the other bathroom. I asked what she told dad. She said she told him that I was having "girl problems". I smiled and thanked her. She said no problem but to speak up next time I was in danger of having an accident. I was so embarrassed to hear that and I think she knew how it sounded as soon as it left her mouth. I was way, way too old to have an accident and, while standing half naked in front of her, she had to tell me that, in the future, I need to speak up so that I don’t wet my pants again. She had my clean clothes in a plastic bag and first handed me the panties which I tried to slip on. They were far too tight and I realized they were my sister’s panties. I couldn’t even get them up all the way up. My mom apologized for the mix up and said to give her back the panties and just put on the shorts. I hesitated at the thought of wearing shorts without underwear but it would have been worse if my mom had to make a second trip out to the car, making this an even bigger ordeal. Of course the cut-off jean shorts that she brought had wide leg openings, so I still felt exposed even after putting them on. We went over to the sink and she wrung out my rinsed clothes that were still sitting in there. I could still see the yellow stain in the crotch of the panties and knew that if anyone saw them, they would know what happened. She put them in the plastic bag and we walked out. On the way back to the car, my face burned as we passed the attendant who probably knew the real story since I was so obviously desperate in front of him and he may have already seen a wet spot on my pants after he handed me the key and I was running back to the bathroom. Now I was walking past him and my mother was carrying a bag with the evidence of my accident after she had walked to the bathroom, then back to the car, then back to the bathroom again. He definitely knew that a high school girl had just peed her pants at his gas station. My sister was waiting. "Why are you in new clothes? Did you pee your pants?" I told her no and to shut up. She kept pressing. Mom told her to stop bothering me and that it was a girl thing she'd understand when she was a little older. We continued on our way. I was uncomfortable the rest of the ride down, just consumed with the thought that I had peed my pants and that the evidence was right behind us in the car in a plastic bag. I felt like my sister must know the truth and felt awkward every time I talked to her. And every time I moved my legs, I was conscious of the fact that I might be exposing myself because of those wide leg openings in my shorts. I couldn’t help thinking about what Katie would think of me if she got a glance up my shorts when she probably already had hair down there herself. Even though my dad originally wanted to get to Orlando in one shot on the second day, a few hours later my mom suggested we stop at the next rest stop. Maybe the others in the car didn’t know what drove that request, but I was embarrassed to think that my mom needed to make that suggestion because there was a possibility that one of her teenage girls might not speak up in time and wind up peeing their pants. When we got to the rest stop, I snuck a pair of panties out of the suitcase and put them on in the bathroom. Since she was so nosy, my sister did search around in the back of the car until she found the bag with my peed-in clothes. As we headed back to the car, out of the earshot of our parents, she again asked me, “Did you pee your pants before? I saw your panties with a pee stain in them.” I was flustered but emphatically said, “No!” But I could hear in my own voice the lack of confidence and the defensiveness. She must have too because she kept pestering me. She just kept insisting, “But I saw that your panties had pee stains in them. You did, didn’t you?” I just kept mumbling ‘no’s to her attempts to get me to admit it while avoiding eye contact and then stopped responding to her completely as I got in the car. We pulled out of the rest area as I stared out of the window miserably. Of course, Katie couldn’t let it go. She asked, “Mom, Jessica peed her pants, didn’t she? I know she did.” My mom sternly tried to put an end to it by saying, “No, I told you it was a girl thing and you will understand when you are older. Now stop asking.” Katie was having none of it. “I know what a period is. I saw her underwear in the bag and they had pee stains. Just pee. I know she did.” My mom didn’t have an immediate comeback answer and was silent for a damning moment. My dad looked over to my mom with a look that told me he realized it was true. My sister asked again and my mom was forced to admit the truth. I cringed as she said, “Yes, Jessica wet her pants. It can happen to anyone, even older girls and big sisters. Now leave it alone and stop asking about it.” That got my sister to stop talking about it but she did keep bringing it up every once in a while during the rest of the trip. Questions like, “But how could you pee your pants when you’re in high school?” and, “You couldn’t hold it any longer?” and “If you had to go so bad why didn’t you tell dad to pull over sooner?” Types of questions that were extremely embarrassing but revealing that she was intrigued with the idea of a ‘grown up’ wetting their pants rather than trying to embarrass me further. I tried to have a fun vacation anyway, but the memory of my massive accident still haunted me. Even after we got back, I felt a bit of discomfort every time someone asked how our vacation was because that incident overshadowed everything else. It seemed fake when I had to pretend what a good time I had. It did bring me closer to my mom in a strange way though.
    3 points
  6. I found this yesterday, and I like it so much. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcNUhOWNEJA&
    3 points
  7. I’ve felt very similar when posting real life experiences on here. On one hand, some things are hard to believe to be true, just because it seems too good to be true. On the other hand, there are lots of people on here that have had “too good to be true” scenarios actually happen, but they don’t exactly feel comfortable posting photographic evidence 😅 So on that note, I think that you shouldn’t think too much about what others think of your stories on here. At the end of the day, if it really happened then it really happened, and I would definitely love to hear about it 🙂 That’s what I’m going to start doing with a lot of my stories. I like to tell a good story, but I also don’t want to exaggerate or take creative license on a true event. Posting a “fiction” however, and stating that it’s “heavily based on a true story,” now you have some flexibility to use real details, while omitting things too personal to post. On a side note, I guarantee you that anyone who’s gone out with girls to a bar or club, knows that a few ladies sharing a stall is not the craziest thing you’ll see that night 😂
    3 points
  8. I’ll sometimes snap pictures of particularly dirty pairs of my panties that I encounter whilst doing laundry. The lighting in our laundry room is good and I’m typically there alone washing my things at odd hours. Well, the other say I encountered this particularly naughty pair, with very obvious stains from a bathroom accident! I thought I just had to share J Anyone care to caption these pictures of tell the story of how they got this way? Rach
    2 points
  9. Watch Alisha and Olivia simultaneously pee in their pants, then shower in their clothes, in this video. Alisha is wearing a black t-shirt and jeans while Olivia is wearing a pink shirt and white leggings. Standing next to each other in the shower, they simultaneously pee in their pants on purpose. Once they are done peeing, Alisha closes the shower door and they proceed to shower together, fully clothed. As they shower, they remove their soaked clothing, getting completely naked, and make out.
    2 points
  10. https://www.clips4sale.com/store/131081 Shouldn't have bought that coat with all those buttons!! What was I thinking?!! My bladder never gives me much warning before I lose control!!! Didn't even crest the top of the stairs. Once it started streaming I decided to say f it and soak up that warming sensation on a cold night. Hmm....
    2 points
  11. It's time for our second official OmoOrg Weekly poll! Last weeks poll results can be viewed here: This week we are going with another suggestion by our Discord members, what are your favorite Omorashi scenarios? This is a multiple choice poll, but try and keep your answers limited to your favorite scenarios only. Some illustrated examples of the choices:
    2 points
  12. As many of you will know, my hubby (hereafter Daddy), is very vanilla. He’s lovely and tries to accommodate my various and strange kinks, and we have been incorporating different things I’m into, into our sexy times. In addition to my little more outré kinks like omorashi and diapers, I’ve always been interested in slightly rough sex. I don’t mean like beatings that leave the bottom bruised or slapping or anything like this, but rather a man who will take charge and ‘have his way with me,’ even if I’m struggling a little or protesting. A man who might have to pin a squirming Rachel down and ‘teach her how to take a cock for her own good.’ I’ve told Daddy about these fantasies a long time ago, and we’ve incorporated some elements of them into our sexy times – for example, he has no problem putting me on my belly, pinning an arm behind me and going to town. He’s always had compunctions against hitting me, which I can’t complain about too much, and got uncomfortable when I would bed and vocalize my ‘opposition.’ And for my part, I think sometimes my eyes or fantasies are a little bigger than my pussy/body can take. We’ve had a couple of sessions of rough sex which have left stains in my panties later. One more thing about this experience; I usually cut to black for the sex stuff, as my readers (and often I) are more interested in the fetish stuff, but in this case, the sex is so much part of the entire experience that I had to include it. So this is probably more sharing than you will normally get from me. Also, this is more rough sex and much less diaper and wetting, though the latter does come in towards the end, but I thought people would still enjoy it. Well, we have a massive snow storm pummeling the west coast and this means some time at home together. We both were working the other day, in separate rooms on work stuff from home, and it was about 2 in the afternoon, a time when for some reason I’m at my horniest. I stopped actually getting work done, and rather than spending time looking at online kinky stuff (something I ‘never’ do), I decided to go and get myself laid. I went purposefully into the bedroom and picked out the perfect outfit – my gray pinafore, with white ankle socks, a cute bra, white blouse, and adorable red, purple and pink shimapan (striped panties for those in the know), that I had already been wearing all day. I didn’t snap pictures of me in the outfit, but you can see me in these particular panties here: I then sent Daddy a suggestive text that told him to be ready for Rachel, who was being sent to his office for punishment. Yes I talked about myself in the third person. He got the idea and replied that he needed 5 minutes to wrap up what he was working on. I sat on our bed and waited impatiently. After 5 minutes had elapsed, and not a moment longer, I walked over to his closed office door and knocked timidly. By this time I was throbbing and squeezing my thighs together, and my panties were already wet. “Come in.” I heard through the closed door. I should add that Daddy is British and with very little effort can affect a very appropriate British headmaster voice. I felt my diaper area flush, along with my face, and I was almost shaking with anticipation when I turned the knob. “Sir I’ve been sent to you for…” I began, legitimately stammering. He turned in his computer chair to face the door, and eyed me up. I felt his look penetrate my clothing, as if he could tell just hoe aroused I was, and just how wet my panties were getting. Before I could come up with some pretext for having been sent to his office, he held up his hand and cut me off. “You’ve been misbehaving, haven’t you?” He asked rhetorically. “I… It…” I stammered, basically gibbering at this point. I know boys are often accused of thinking with their penises, and at this point my mind was blank and I my lovely little clit was doing all the thinking. Given her capacities, I was basically a gibbering naughty little school girl, with nothing to say for herself. My husband held up his hand and I stopped embarrassing myself. He paused, stretching out the moment. I don’t know if he did this intentionally or if he was doing it to stall for time while he thought of some pretext, but I felt his gaze looking me over some more. “You’ve been misbehaving I hear.” He intoned, sending a shiver down my spine. He’s not much for playing these roles, but for some reason today he was spot on. I clasped my hands awkwardly in front of myself, twisting my legs together, shifting in place; the perfect image of a very guilty school girl. “Throwing snowballs at other kids in the school ground? You know this is against the rules.” I struggled to stand up, I wanted to throw myself at him, clit first, but resisted, instead my clasped hands pressed the gray material of my pinafore between my legs, just a little bit, teasing my girl parts. I opened my mouth to speak, but he held up his hand again. After a few moments of looking like a bass, I closed my mouth again and concentrated on his piercing stare and the tingling sensations I was giving myself through the fabric of my pinafore and panties. I not so subtly pressed two fingers between my legs and averting my gaze from his, began rubbing in earnest. “What are you doing?” He asked, in a perfect headmaster voice. “What do you think you are doing?” “I… I was…” Again I gibbered nonsensically, I yanked my hand away as if it had been burned. Given how turned on I was, this was a real possibility. “You get sent to my office for misbehaving, and here you are standing in front of me,” he declared, standing up and moving towards me. As he did, I could see the bulge in the front of his pants and I know I might very well have hit on a fantasy we both shared. “And here you are,” he looked around the room, searching for words, “misbehaving in front of me. Touching yourself?” He almost raised his voice for the last part. “Explain!” He demanded. Again, I struggled for words, and could find none, instead I looked at the ground and again moved my right hand towards the front of my pinafore. “I’m afraid that’s… completely inappropriate. You filthy girl.” He was in front of me now and holding my right hand in his. I looked up at him, with big eyes, I intended to be innocent but may have been rather licentious at this point. And I snaked my left hand towards the front of my school uniform, desperate for more. He looked down, and spotted it, and stepped right up against me as he grabbed my left wrist. “You need to be taught a lesson young lady.” He articulated. His body was against mine now, and I could feel how hard he was. “You are not behaving like a good girl, so let me show you how a woman behaves.” He menaced, with just a hint of inquiring, checking in if we were going too far with his tone. Desperate for more and still not trusting my words, I nodded. In a move I didn’t know he knew, I was suddenly twisted around, with both arms pinned behind my back, held fast in one of his hands. He waltzed me over to the desk and pressed my forward onto it. I could hear him undo his zipper and fly with one hand, still pinning my arms behind my back. “Sir?” I managed to protest, while keeping in ‘character.’ I could feel him pull up the back of my pinafore, revealing my striped panties which were sodden with desire at this point. The tip of his penis brushed my leg. I held my breath, waiting for him to pull my wet panties down and teach me the lesson I sorely deserved. I was oh so very wet, but it would still hurt a little when he went in, and I gently bit my lower lip in anticipation. But the panties were not pulled down. Instead, still bent over, skirt up, and arms pinned behind my back, I was turned around and marched out of the office and around the corner to the bedroom. As we walked, I could feel Daddy’s hard cock bump against my bum and legs. We arrived in the bedroom and I was made to face the bed. And we stood there for a couple of moments, and from the sounds behind me, I knew that Daddy had removed his trousers and underwear, but I dared not look. I was almost trembling with erotic anticipation. There was another pause. Almost long enough for me to ask what was going on, but just as I thought about a way to do so in character, I was roughly shoved face first onto the bed. I turned my face to the side as I was forced onto the bed. Daddy’s legs moved mine apart and I was now face down, arms pinned behind my back, legs splayed, on the bed. My pinafore was pulled up and I thought, with my legs spread, how was Daddy going to get my striped panties off? Maybe he would pull the gusset to one side? Or just pull them down a little? Both were very sexy options and my pulse quickened. But neither of these options came to pass. Instead the hand holding my arms behind me released them for a minute and there was a sudden movement around my panties. A tug, a tightness along the leg bands, and a tearing sound! Tear, tug Tear! Daddy was ripping off my panties! Both sides torn, like sides of a diaper, he yanked them off. The damp cotton fabric rubbed momentarily across my sex, sending fiery hot warmth everywhere. I gasped. A second later I gasped again as Daddy entered me, roughly. I was wet, oh so very wet, but it still hurt a little, and continued to hurt just a little as he rode me hard. His rhythmic thrusting and the strong pressure of his arms holding me down, my arms still pinned behind my back, drove me wild. I have no idea what the neighbours thought, but they almost certainly heard me begging and moaning and screaming as Daddy had his way with me. I have no idea how long, but after a short period I opened my eyes, not having realized that I had closed them. There, a short distance away, were my torn panties, a small striped pile of wet rags. The sight of them utterly debauched while I myself was being sorely used pushed me over the edge and I climaxed, screaming and leaking into the sheets and mattress. Daddy did not let up, and even after the quivering pleasure of my orgasm subsided he continued to thrust himself into me. I moaned and languished, becoming increasingly aware of how deep he was thrusting into me. I felt myself leak again, some fluid, I have no idea what, and I could feel another orgasm growing. I re-adjusted my pelvis to better accommodate him and I heard him moan. Whatever the angle was, it angled his penis in just such a way that caused me to leak with every thrust. My awareness that I was utterly his object and making a mess of the bed drove me wild and consumed my every fibre. My entire consciousness was between my wet legs. I felt him quicken and the noises he was making grow louder, and I tensed up my muscles. Years of Kegels to help deal with my wetting issues has given me a decent set of PC muscles and as I squeezed him, I could feel him thicken and ripple inside of me, as he climaxed. He thrust even deeper into me as he came, and I felt like he would bruise my cervix. I didn’t quite orgasm a second time. It wasn’t quite the same as before, but I did get a small explosion of sensation as he filled me, and my vagina was suffused in warm wetness. He stayed inside of me for a while, panting with the exertion and then slowly pulled out. Even more wetness oozed out of me and into the considerable puddle between my legs. I for my part lay there, completely sated, in a sort of post-orgasmic bliss. Anyhow, there was of course more, like cleanup, and me changing into a Goodnite as I was still dripping all sorts of fluids, but I will leave it at that. Here are my panties, or what was left of my panties, which I took into the washroom and photographed after I was able to walk. They are available, and as they are badly torn, I’m selling them for $15! So get in touch if you want them! They are all sealed up and smell delicious. Get in touch if you are interested in this pair, or others. Looking at them still makes me throb! I don't feel the loss of these panties too badly, because as you can see, I've had them for a while and they are rather shamefully stained! Rachel
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  13. A couple of years ago I was on holiday with family, as part of a tour group. We'd been offered the opportunity to go on a short horseback ride through part of the Andes, a beautiful route that seemed like too good an opportunity to miss. However, I was nervous. The reason I was nervous was because on the few occasions I've been horse riding, I always end up needing to pee. Badly. When I was younger, about 9, my sisters and I had had the chance to go on a much shorter and less exotic, but still fun, horseback route near our home at the time. I didn't go to the bathroom beforehand, and wet myself about halfway through. Now, whenever I get on the back of a horse, I nearly always need to pee within minutes. And this was a route expected to last 3 to 4 hours. Nevertheless, I told myself that I'd be fine. It was years ago, and I knew I could just try not to drink so much beforehand and so on. Plus, when would I ever get the chance to do something like this again? So I joined the group, climbed atop the horse, rode out with them, confident in my bladders ability to hold. Half an hour into it, and I needed to pee. Not desperately, but the pressure was there, and I'd normally be looking for a bathroom at about this point. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of everyone by asking to stop so soon into the journey though , so I ignored it and told myself I'd be fine. Sure the road was a bit bumpy, and I couldn't cross my legs while astride a horse, but I was 19 and not about to have an accident in front of people I'd only recently met. We got to the halfway point, and stopped to have a look at the view. It was amazing, but part of my mind was distracted by my now aching bladder, and I was thinking about taking a moment to disappear into the bushes. No one else seemed to need to go though, so I steeled myself and crossed my legs as we prepared for the journey back. First we had to cross a small stream. Gods that was torture! The sound of the water spashing at the horses legs, all the liquid gushing by, I could barely focus on getting the horse to go forward. I was so focussed on not leaking. Unfortunately that meant I fell behind, and my horse, trained in staying a part of the group, suddenly picked up the pace to catch up. I was bounching up and down in the saddle, my bladder slamming up and down as my legs were kept wide apart, and I started to become genuinely worried I wouldn't last the whole way back. We made good time down, making it back to the edge of the city closer to the 3 hour mark than the 4. By this point I was in agony. My bladder hurt from holding so much, I genuinely didn't know how I hadn't just let it all out already, but I kept straining to keep it in. I couldn't lean forward, my abdomen felt so full of pee that it would have been unbearable. But to humiliate myself in front of so many people would have been even worse, so I tried to hold on. When we made it back, I carefully got off the horse and went straight to the bathroom. I couldn't walk normally, everything ached so much and each step was like a jolt to my bladder, but, somehow, I made it. I swear I nearly orgasmed as I peed, it felt so good to finally let it all out, and I peed for longer than I ever had or have done since.
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  14. Two women eating and drinking and talking in a restaurant and both desperate to pee with plenty of leg movement/crossed legs and hand thrusts into their crotch to hold their pee back. Each in turn go to check if the bathroom if free and each time it's not, they both end up peeing themselves on the seats they are sat on. Note; Not a nice thing to do really as someone as to clean this mess up. ScreenCapture_2019-2-16 10.02.36.mp4
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  15. I don't think you should let what other people may think of your stories to deter you from writing about them. if you are worried about the possibility of somebody reporting your experience as being false or such, maybe write it in story form, and post it where the fiction/non-fiction stories go if people need a better suspension of disbelief (even if the story is true).. I know of a young punk gal within my town who is very open about her pee kink, and just about everyone within her group is aware, but honestly you probably wouldn't believe her, until she pee's on you without warning. that's a little on the very extreme side, but that would be my only comparison to what situation you are in. Edit: This is only my opinion, and I by no means am an expert on this site specifically. There may be other people who are much more experienced on this site on how such a task should be tackled. I wish you best of luck, and hope to read your experiences soon!
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  16. Carry some of those half sized bottles of water in your purse. You have to empty one in order to fill it. The small size should be just enough to keep fluids going in and coming out without overloading your stomach or really giving your poor bladder any real relief.
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  17. Here's an edited screencap I did of Legend of Everfree showing Sunset Shimmer wetting herself. I also put it on derpibooru and it's been better received than my other pee edits. I hope you enjoy it. And, since this one was so successful, I did one of Twilight Sparkle as well.
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  18. I have been desperate to pee twice on a bus and once on the subway in New York. The two bus incidents happened in school. The first one was when I was 11. We were going to the zoo for a field trip and the bus got stuck in major traffic. By the time that we got to the zoo I was holding myself and was worried that I would have an accident in my jeans. We had to wait our turn to be unloaded and I was basically in tears because I was starting to leak and was about to have an accident. Luckily my best friend said something and one of the chaperones took my off the bus early and to the bathroom. I ended up with a small wet spot on my jeans but if it wasn't for my friend I would have had a complete accident. The second bus incident happened when I was in high school and was probably 16 years old. We had just finished a softball tournament at a local school and we were on the way back to our school for pick up. I should have gone before we left but was too busy chatting about my great game and plus the bathrooms were far away. Well same as before we hit some unexpected traffic and before long I had to go really bad. I was in serious trouble and told the girl sitting next to me that I had to pee bad. Well that was a mistake as my teammates just teased me with water sounds and poking my bladder and just being relative idiots. Well about two blocks from the school I just could not hold it any longer and totally peed my softball uniform. Getting off the bus totally wet was embarrassing and it did not help that my mom basically yelled at me the whole way home about how I was embarrassing her. The subway incident happened about two years ago when I was 32. I had gone to visit a friend, Leah from college and we had gone out partying and just having a great time. We were getting ready to head home and I wanted to pee but the bathroom line, as always, was so long. Leah told me not to worry and that we would be back to the hotel in no time. We trudged to the subway station and while we waited I told her I was going to run and pee. She told me that the bathrooms would not be open this late and that I should just not think about it. Well by the time the subway got there I was desperate and had to pee so badly. I found standing helped hold it better so I stood and held myself and was doing a pretty funny pee dance. Leah told me that people were staring but being drunk and desperate I just did not care. Finally a huge urge hit and it really hurt to hold it in and I just could not take it and totally wet my jeans. I probably would have been more horrified if I had not been so drunk.
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  20. We are back with another headhunter/soccer skin, introducing clinical crosser. Sweating off in fortnite really makes her thirsty. She drank so much water today and is really bursting to pee. But she isn't the only soccer skin sweating off today. P.S. for those who don't know sweating in fortnite means playing like a tryhard or taking the game to seriously. Just to avoid any confusion.
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  21. View File Wetting My Onesie & Panties "I'm wearing my adorable pink onesie with white panties underneath. Come get up close and personal and I wet my onesie for you, leaving a big wet spot on the front. Then I unsnap the crotch to show you my pee soaked panties--they have a very interesting wet spot on them...Mmmm I guess I'll need to put my fingers inside to investigate.." I love her big ole booty Submitter melikai Submitted 02/16/2019 Category Peeing
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  22. Twins

    Does meeting myself count 😛 I am a twin and both my sister and I have this fetish. We grew up sharing the same interests in being desperate ourselves and seeing others desperate. We used to play holding games together when we were kids. Now we are older we both still share this fetish and sometimes still enjoy holding fun together.
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  23. Version 1.0.0

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    My first ever time using a diaper in any situation for wetting, and I liked it a lot! I tend to enjoy being soaked more, but is nice for when I am required to stay in my wet clothes. I had a lot of fun with this project, and it was my first experience with pee outside of the bathroom! If you liked it, hated it, or anything in between, let me know and leave some feedback! I would love to keep posting new videos as often as possible 🙂 Enjoy!
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  24. I've told this story on here before, but I guess I could go into more detail. A couple years ago we took a trip out of state with my uncle's family to a lake/river, and my uncle's daughter (my cousin) brought her friend along. The three of us were the only teenagers there, so we hung around with each other in the water. My uncle's boat had this thing tied to it called a lily pad, kind of like an inflatable but not really, that the younger kids liked riding on. The three of us were wading near the lily pad when the friend informed us she was gonna go pee, and just moved like two feet away from us. Suddenly, the other kids rushed into the water and started fighting over the lily pad. The oldest kid, my other cousin (the little brother of the first cousin), commanded us to go away because they were gonna be there now, to which the friend then replied "You really think that's a good idea?" The little cousin went "huh?" but the friend just stared at him and then started to laugh. The cousin then went "EWWW I know what you're doing!" and started splashing the water back at us, swimming away with the other kids. The three of us started cracking up, but I was secretly super turned on. A couple hours later we were anchored in a different area. I was onboard the boat, checking my phone while the friend was hanging off the back sunbathing. I heard a splash, and saw that the friend had gone into the water. I knew almost exactly what she was going to do. She continued wading out until she was waist-level, and then turned around, catching me watching her. We just smiled at each other, and then after a moment, she started laughing, which got me to laugh too. She was wearing a black-and-white striped bikini that day, which I had to imagine finished the day black, white, and yellow.
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  25. Version 1.0.0

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    Some recent finds with wetting mostly. Contains nudity and girls making out. Enjoy, Rach
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  26. Version 1.0.0

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    59 videos and 826 photos Photos are in the Zip folder Never seen these models or videos before so i hope you haven't either.
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  27. Late for Work

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    It's not hard to see why her manager is pissed, considering she was twenty minutes late and only half in dress-code. If she's seen anywhere BUT the register, she's going to be fired. "Anywhere" apparently includes the restroom, which is bad news for her unbelievably full bladder... Now she's bouncing and counting every second of the last six hours of her shift. I'm back! I had a pretty tough latter-half of November. Here's to hoping I can get some more drawings done and out for you guys! Due to popular demand, I think I'll be continuing Fish4Nitefield after this! (Sorry about the crappy paint-job... I was getting anxious to get another upload in before the end of the month!)
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  28. Hi all! so I wanted to make an interactive that’s story heavy with holding / wetting as main themes. It’ll take place from a currently unnamed character who just made a huge life change and I figure we’ll see where it goes from there. This is my first interactive story so of course there’ll be a bit of a learning curve. Just because I offer options doesn’t mean suggestions aren’t more than welcome. Anyway, here we go! ——————————————————————— Chapter 1 - My First Day Murmph. Waking up has always been the hardest part of the day for me. Especially today, waking up in a brand new bed, in a new bedroom, in a new city. Different smells, different sounds. Different feeling of new sheets against my mostly naked body. Same good luck black lace undies. No bra, naturally. Only psychopaths sleep with a boob jail on. I stretched out, waking all my muscles back up. Same comfortably full morning bladder. Good to see some things never change. ~ what’s my name? A) Alicia B) Amanda C) Rebecca D) Other (fill in the blank) Ugh, my bed was so warm and comfortable. Probably the last time today I’d feel so at peace. A few more minutes couldn’t hurt anything, right? During the big move, I’d lost my phone. Honestly, not really a bad thing. It would be nice to take a step back from the constant connectivity and social media. However, that meant no distractions for me, and I quickly drifted back off to sleep. Some time later, I woke up, equally as comfortable as the first time, almost imagining I had dreamt it. Much to my displeasure though, I had not. And my little early morning stretch and nap actually lasted an hour. Now I was running quite late. Getting out of bed, I instantly went from warm and comfortable, to cold and a little agitated. My confortably full bladder was now an uncomfortable inconvenience and distraction, as well. I looked at the clock and realized I had to seriously skimp on my morning routine. I only actually had time for one thing to get ready. ~ what should I do this morning? A) Releive my inconveniently full bladder B) Eat breakfast C) shower D) do my makeup E) other (fill in the blank)
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  29. I have an experience of desperation that I would like to share in Wetting Experiences. However I'm concerned that people might doubt it as it seems like one of those 'too good to be true' situations. This is something I worry about quite frequently on here particularly as a young female. Like if someone was going to make a load of stuff up they would probably pretend to be a young female and tell the sorts of stories I'm telling about sharing cubicles with friends on nights out and several of us being desperate at once (while also wearing revealing outfits and stuff). I worry that people will think it's made up but it's literally just what being a young, female university student is like. I've already had one person send me a message asking if an experience I had recounted was actually true or if it was exaggerated. The story that I'm particularly nervous about sharing involves me and two girls that I met in a club all ending up desperate to pee in the back of a police car waiting to be taken to the police station. I also have another concern about this story because the reason that we ended up being taken to the police station was because one of the other girls was assaulted. I obviously would gloss over this with no more detail than I have given here but would it be okay to have that sort of content and how can I effectively TW it? It would seem like the solution would be to not share that story but it's such a good one that I really do want to share it. Does anyone have any advice or comments?
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  30. I really wouldn’t worry about it. If it’s real, put it in the forum for real experiences. If anyone doubts it, it’s their problem and not on you to prove otherwise! There’s one or two that I’ve read that have indeed seemed rather unbelievable, and indeed some that have been called out on it. Life goes on though. With the stories and other content that you’ve posted already, which sort of sets the scene in advance, I’m pretty sure that it’ll come across as genuine anyway 🙂
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  31. Note: This is an Equestria Girls fanfic. Wet Camping Night The Equestria Girls sat around the campfire in the evening. They had already set up their tents, and were telling campfire stories. "Here's one," said Rainbow Dash. "One time, two guys went camping at this very campsite. As soon as the full moon rose into the sky, they could hear a wolf howling. One of them thought it was a werewolf. The other didn't believe in werewolves, and walked into the woods to prove it was a dog or something. Then, two werewolves returned, and one of them was dressed in the camper's outfit. No one ever saw either of the two campers again." Fluttershy shuddered. "So there are two werewolves at this camp? Maybe... maybe three?" She looked up at the sky. A full moon was visible. She let out a frightened squeal. "Oh, don't worry about it, sugarcube," said Applejack. "There ain't no such thing as werewolves. Besides, if no one ever saw the campers again, how would anyone know what happened? Dash just made that up." Fluttershy felt a bit reassured. After telling more campfire stories and roasting marshmallows, the girls changed into their pajamas and went into their tents. There were two tents they set up. Twilight, Sunset, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack were inside one, and Fluttershy, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie were inside the other. ... Fluttershy woke up in the middle of the night. The first thing she realized was that she really needed to pee. She had drank a lot last night and hadn't used the bathroom before going to bed. She really didn't want to get out of her tent in the dark. She tried to remind herself, any animals she could possibly run into at this campsite would be friendly and even provide some company on her trip to the outhouse. But then she remembered Rainbow Dash's story of the werewolf. What if the werewolves were really out there? What if they were just waiting for someone to come out and bite them? Whether they'd make their victims their dinner or turn them, neither sounded appealing to Fluttershy. But her need to pee grew, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it all night. She took a deep breath and remembered what Applejack had said. Whatever magic existed already, where was no such thing as werewolves, and even if there was, Rainbow Dash had to have made it up, or else no one could have known the story. She took a few more deep breaths, and quietly got out of her sleeping bag, so as to not awaken Rarity and Pinkie Pie. She had just reached the entrance to the tent and was about to open it when she heard the sound she had been dreading all night. The howl of a wolf. And it sounded like it was close, and in the direction of the outhouse, no less. Fluttershy's face turned white and she quickly got back in her sleeping bag. No matter what else, she didn't want to be the werewolf's next victim. She'd just have to wet the bed tonight. She held it in for another minute, but her fear accelerated how fast it took her to lose control. She quickly felt her pink pajama pants grow warm and wet. The sound of her pee spraying against her pants could easily be heard, and the scent of urine was in the air. If Rarity or Pinkie Pie were awake, they'd notice for sure. Fluttershy sighed in both relief and embarrassment. Another howl could be heard, louder than last time. Fluttershy's heart started beating faster, and her stream became stronger, but the werewolf didn't seem to be trying to enter her tent. Rarity and Pinkie Pie stayed asleep. Once she finished peeing, Fluttershy closed her eyes. Her pajama pants were drenched, and there were some major wet spots on her sleeping bag, but after about ten minutes she was able to get back to sleep. ... She woke up to the sound of the rooster. At first, she had forgotten what had happened last night. She realized she felt wet, and noticed the strong pee smell. She felt her pants, sat up, and blushed, thinking she'd peed in her sleep, which she had not done in many years. Then she remembered her accident the previous night. It was daytime now, so the werewolf wouldn't be a threat now. Rarity and Pinkie Pie woke up, and walked over to Fluttershy. "Good morning, Fluttershy." Rarity sniffed. "What is that smell?" Fluttershy blushed. "I... I didn't mean to... I heard a werewolf outside, and I didn't want to walk to the outhouse..." "Oh, you poor dear," said Rarity. "It's all right, darling. You just need to rinse off in the river, and we'll hang your pajamas up to dry." "What about my sleeping bag?" "We'll rinse it and dry it too!" said Pinkie. "Don't feel too bad. The same thing happened to me once." Fluttershy felt a bit better that her friends weren't disgusted or making fun of her. She walked outside, hoping to get to the river unnoticed. But Twilight, Sunset, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash were already outside. Rainbow Dash turned towards her first. "Good morning Flutter... Whoa. What happened?" Fluttershy blushed again. "I woke up in the middle of the night, and I needed to make a trip to the outhouse, but I heard a werewolf outside, and... I just couldn't hold it." "Oh. I'm really sorry, Fluttershy. That was me howling outside. I thought it was a funny idea of a prank after telling that story." "I knew it was you as soon as I saw your sleepin' bag was empty," said Applejack. "Oh, come on!" said Rainbow Dash. "So all I really did was make Fluttershy wet herself?" The other girls nodded. "I hope you don't hate me for that," Rainbow said to Fluttershy. "I could understand if you did." "Oh, it's all right. I know you didn't mean to. I'd hug you, but... you know..." Rainbow gave Fluttershy a hug, not caring that she was getting her pee on her pajamas. Fluttershy felt much better now, and walked down to the river to rinse off. "Oh, I really gotta pee too," said Pinkie Pie, and she ran toward the outhouse, but Rarity was already inside. Pinkie knocked on the door. "Are you almost done in there?" "I'm going to be a minute," came Rarity's voice from the inside. "Oh well." Pinkie let go and started to pee in her blue pajamas. Rarity heard her sigh of relief and chuckled to herself.
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  32. Awesome story do hope there's more
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  33. Stop right there criminal scum. You've violated the law. Wastelands update within the week ideally. Unless I get distracted by something cool.
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  34. Ahhh. Gotcha. Thanks for the reply. Looking forward to having that option.
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  35. It depends how brave you are. I suggest you go for a walk somewhere with full bladder and hold it until you can. Of you can do some of the challenges we wrote about in the wetting dares thread. https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/41625-wetting-dares-new/
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  36. Version 1.0.0

    679 downloads

    Finally found the full version of this. Women have a ridiculously powerful vibrator put inside them and walk about, wettings occur among other things. Enjoy, Rach
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  37. Version 1.0.0

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    Well this is a strange JAV where women are molested in bathroom stalls and wet their panties... Not my thing but thought I'd share before deleting it. Enjoy Rach
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  38. Another one. One summer when the children were still very young, under two, I decided to take them in the garden. I lived in a terraced house with houses all along a row so no privacy. The kids were not walking well unaided yet so I put the buggy up and strapped them in while I found some garden toys and blew the paddling pool up. I didn’t have a hose or outside tap so I filled the pool using a bucket. As soon as I filled the first bucket I started to need a wee but ignored it. I couldn’t leave the kids outside even in the buggy as they were restless and my bathroom was upstairs. By the time I had finally filled the pool enough for the toddlers I was needing a wee quite bad. The kids were crying now from boredom so I got them both out of the buggy and put their costumes on. It was a hot day and i had been drinking loads of juice but now with two very young children in a pool of water I could never leave them. I sat on the grass beside them in my own garden squirming I was so desperate. I sat on my heel, wriggled about and tried squirming as much as I could to keep the torrent of pee kept inside my very full bladder. I had no idea what to do. Even if the neighbours were outside the children were too young to be left in water while strangers watched them but carrying both indoors and upstairs was impossible. The toddlers splashing in water was making me have to go worse and worse and I leaked a bit uncontrollably. I kept trying to work out what to do. Now the kids were wet strapping them in the buggy would make the buggy soaking and taking them inside would mean drying and dressing them both all before I could pee. I had a short cotton dress on as it was really warm and just my underwear underneath. By now I was getting more and more frantic to go. I couldn’t sit still at all and I was fairly sure if I didn’t work out what to do quickly I would piss myself out in my own garden. I looked around to check no-one was watching (though of course they could have been from inside and I would never have known) and with my children splashing happily in a paddling pool I knelt on my knees with my legs apart and my dress over my legs and I slipped one hand underneath my dress and pulled my knicker gusset to the side and tried to relax. At first just a spurt came out fast and furious. Then I stopped as the reality of what I was doing hit me. I let go of my knickers and tried to ignore my need. Except now I had let the tap turn on once the intensity increased ten fold suddenly and I moved around the pool on my knees to a dry bit of grass, knelt up tall, slipped my hand back under trying to hide behind the edge of the paddling pool and just as I pulled my pants aside a huge long warm pee escaped onto the grass and I knelt there in my garden, hiding behind my kids and the paddling pool as I peed long and hard and secretly getting the relief I so desperatly craved. I felt so much better afterwards but very naughty too. Sometimes as a mum it’s just not possible to always just go to the toilet whenever you need it. More from this desperate mum soon!
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  39. Thinking about your question, it really boils down to three things... At least it does for us at Fuzzy Squirrel Productions. It takes far less time to shoot a photo set, even a large photo set, than it does a video scene. So including photo sets in our update schedule allows us to be publishing more content overall. Until extremely recently, we were only using high wattage tungsten production lights for our videos. These lights get extremely hot, and if subjected to sudden shocks when hot they can explode sending shards of glass flying out. So, when changing setups, we need to wait for these lights to cool down. Rather than just sit around doing nothing, we can use this time to shoot photos, which use different lights. From a promotional perspective, more people click through to our sites when we are using high quality still photos instead of frame grabs from a video. This has been consistent since I started watching this metric- But when we promote a photo set on Twitter, using sample photos from that set, more people will click through to the site than if we use video frame grabs to promote a video.
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  40. Hi Anisnail! Thank you so much for joining HD Wetting. I am sorry to say that right now there is not a way to download a zip file of the photo sets, but I can tell you that this feature is in the works. I have a long list of projects that I am working on for HD Wetting and HD Diapers, and zip file downloads of photo sets are definitely on that list. This particular feature is actually part of a much larger project- I am building out a dedicated CMS, built from scratch, for running HD Wetting and HD Diapers. Once complete, this project will provide several benefits- The first one being that the time I spend publishing new content will be greatly reduced, freeing up time for creating new content which will result in more frequent updates. Beyond that, users will be able to save videos to their own custom playlists, save photos to their own custom galleries, and download photos as a zip file. I wish I would have built this feature in from the beginning, but for a long time the photo galleries were just kind of an afterthought. The main focus was the videos. I just started doing the photos as an easy way to provide a bit more content between video updates.
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  42. Its been a while since I last wrote a story, and we had a good experience a few weeks ago so it seemed like a good time to start contributing again! The day began with a trip to a city about an hour away. After we had been gone for several hours, she mentioned needing to pee but there were no bathrooms around. I halfheartedly looked around, not seeing any either, and we proceeded along with the day. A while later we passed by a bathroom which she either ignored or didn't see, but I wasn't about to point it out! She has always been good at holding when she is busy, but ever since she started intentionally holding a couple years ago she gives off no outward signals unless she is REALLY desperate, so its hard for me to tell how bad off she is. Finally, about 20 minutes later, she again mentioned that she really needed to pee. I got a bright idea and asked if she wanted to wait until we got home - I gave it a 50/50 chance she would say yes. She thought about it a while before she agreed. Success! As she always does when she mentions really needing to pee, she looked down at crotch and laughed as I tried to discreetly adjust my growing hard-on. "You know, that thing is going to get you in trouble one of these days!" I couldn't really argue with her, but thankfully my pants were fairly loose and it wasn't very noticeable. We continued with the shopping trip, but soon I saw her moving her legs around whenever she stopped, then she started bending over. Shortly after she turned to me and said "OK, if you want me to make it home, we need to go!" I would never purposely put her in a position where she wet herself, so we checked out and quickly made it to the car. As soon as we sat down in the car, she crossed her legs and leaned forward a little before buckling up and settling back for the 45 minute drive home. While I said I would never put her in a position where she wet herself, I still enjoy messing with her so I grabbed a water bottle and took a nice long drink from it while staring straight at her. After I was done, I handed her the water bottle. Normally she will laugh and push it away, but this time, much to my surprise, she grabbed it and took a long swig before telling me "I know I'm going to regret that later, but I am REALLY thirsty!" Needless to say, I had to make some more adjustments downstairs. Over the next 10 minutes, she took a few more small sips of water, immediately groaning each time. Finally, when we were about 30 minutes from home, she moaned loudly and squeezed her legs tightly together. "OK, this is getting ridiculous!" I remembered that unbuttoning my jeans helps when I am doing a long hold, so I told her. "Fine, I'll try anything, but it won't help" she snapped as she hastily unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down slightly. "OK, you win. That is WAY better!" I was on a roll, so I decided to push my luck. "That means you can drink some more water, right?" She gave me a cheesy grin and proceeded to drink the rest of the water bottle! I would say she had drunk at least a half liter since we got into the car, and surely it was going to start hitting her soon. She anticipated the effect this would have on me and reach over to unbutton my jeans and slid my now rock-hard dick out, squeezed it, then released it to slap my stomach. "I've got to say, this is getting me REALLY turned on. I can't wait to get back to the house so I can jump on that!" She would occasionally reach over and stroke it a few times. Eventually she leaned down and slid her mouth around it! It caught me surprise because she hasn't done that in quite a while, but she quickly sat back up. "OK, that was a bad idea. Squeezed my bladder and almost peed myself!" Then she reached over and tucked it back in my pants. She then grabbed a soda from supper earlier and drank the rest of it as well. "Hey, I'm really enjoying this so I want to really push myself!" I forced my mind to other things for a while and successfully calmed myself down. At least for another 10 minutes or so - just as we exited the highway, she crossed her lights tightly again and I could feel some stirring down below. Soon she was openly holding herself and loudly said "OK, that was REALLY stupid! I can feel it all going straight to my bladder. I hope I can still make it..." It was everything I could do to concentrate on driving. She got more desperate by the minute before she finally slid her hand inside her pants. "Damn, it is WET down there! If I didn't know better I would say I had already leaked!" She kept her hand inside her panties and from what I could see out of the corner of my eye, it looked like she was doing more than just holding herself. And here comes the erection in full force. Soon she pulled her hand out then slid it back but outside her pants and crossed her legs tightly around it. She was subtly bouncing in her seat now, and getting visibly distressed. It peaked as we turned into our neighborhood and she removed her hands. Just as she did that, she got the "near to the bathroom" syndrome and spurted inter her panties! She quickly jammed her hand back and beat on the door handle with the other. "Oh GOD, I have to pee SO BAD! Can't you go any faster!?" Just as she said this, I hit a bump as I passed a cross street. "Shit, I just leaked again!" and she jammed both hands into her crotch. I quickly came up to another bump so I started slowing down. "What are you doing? Don't slow down, I don't care if there is a bump". She gritted her teeth and grunted as I bounced over the bump. One thing that really amazes me about her is how even when she is really, really, desperate, she can still get distracted and do something else briefly. Just after the bump she blurts out "Hey, lets check the mail! I'm supposed to get something today". She takes a deep breath and moans loudly as she buttons her pants back up then jumps out of the car. I can't help but stare as she is dancing around while pulling the mail out. I am going to stop at this point to bring something up. Some of you are aware, but many probably aren't because I haven't advertised it much. We have a store on Clips4Sale where we sell omorashi-themed videos. It is primarily desperation and peeing related, with some wetting and bull-bladder sex. I would say that about half of the videos are planned in advance (she will purposely get desperate then see where it goes), and about half are where we are out somewhere, she gets desperate, and we decide to record it. I'm kicking myself because normally I would have recorded all of this, but we had taken a brake from videos recently. As such, I didn't even think about it until I saw her dancing around like this, but I quickly pulled my phone out and recorded the last minute back to our house. She was begging me to hurry up and banging her hands on the door again. Needless to say, I was super turned on. I was just hoping she was still in the mood after she peed. She grabbed all of her stuff and the keys and jumped out as soon as the car stopped; I hurried after her to make sure I got a recording of her peeing. As she opened the door, she was greeted by our dog, who she told "Oh, look who needs to pee! I know how you feel, trust me!" She limped back towards the bedroom, and as she passed me she said "OK, are we doing this or what?" Huh? So apparently she was so turned on she didn't care how desperate she was. Awesome! I threw the phone onto a tripod and followed her into the closet where she had already stripped off her pants. I grabbed our water-proof blanked and followed her back where she was waiting not-so-patiently next to the bed. She was begging me to hurry up then held her self as she was waiting, which quickly tuned into rubbing herself. This part gets beyond the normal scope of this site so I'll paraphrase. I knew I wouldn't last long so I fingered her some, where I could feel just how swollen her bladder was (it was BIG). Once I actually entered her, I was right - I could tell I was already close. I lasted about a minute before I pulled out and fingered her some more to get her to an orgasm. As soon as I felt her getting close I re-entered her and we both climaxed hard! The second I pulled out grabbed herself and ran to the toilet. I was quick enough to grab the phone in time get there as she started peeing, and boy did she pee! In fact she was peeing so hard it was actually spraying out kinda sideways, which I don't remember ever seeing her do that before. The one unfortunate part is that the SD card in my phone filled up about 20 seconds after she started peeing, but it lasted for almost a full minute. I will finish this post by saying that I do, indeed, have the recording I mentioned. I will ask her permission, since these are ultimately her videos, but I hope to post the video (minus the sex, obviously) to this site for everyone to enjoy.
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  43. It's uploaded! Recording is far from perfect, but hopefully you still enjoy it. Let me know what you think.
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  44. The next time (and I hope this isn’t too taboo) actually happened before the first one. The children were younger, just a few months old. I was breast feeding them and tried to feed simultaneously as often as possible but it didn’t always work out. In between changing nappies, housework and everything else I had to eat and drink often in order to produce enough milk for two growing babies. I felt like I was forever drinking! It was a normal morning and I had been busy tidying up and looking after the babies as I knew my health visitor was due. Unusually I had a male health visitor but he was fabulously at his job and we got on very well. Due to the multiple birth he called round a bit more often to check we were all doing ok. I’d been eating fruit and making some home made soup for later and had been drinking water and juice. The babies were sleeping in their Moses baskets when I needed the toilet (again) so was just about to go when the door bell rang. It was the health visitor! I let him in and we sat talking about the usual stuff and I crossed my legs hoping he wouldn’t stay long so I could go wee. Having not that long given birth my ability to hold wasn’t as good as before plus I was drinking loads! Anyway the babies decided to wake up and so the health visitor suggested weighting them. I so wanted to excuse myself but I was too embarrassed to run to the bathroom and I didn’t think it would look good to leave my kids with him like that, especially as they were crying to be fed! So he weighed one and handed them to me saying they needed fed and suggesting I carry on and feed them so he could check they were latching on etc ok. I got the first baby settled and feeding well and then latched the second child on to feed at the same time. Now I loved breast feeding but it definitely affected my whole body and trying to feed two babies while really wanting to pee was hard. My womb was contracting as the babies fed pushing even more on my bladder! I was wishing I still wore those hideous maternity pads so I could have peed while I sat there. Just to make matters worse the health visitor kept asking if I was drinking enough and offered to make me a drink! We had a great relationships no he went into my kitchen and brought me a glass of milk! He even put a straw in it and put it to my mouth! It took all my muscles to hold back the huge flood between my legs. Meanwhile my body continued to contract and push out and this was making me bladder try and contract too. I was sure I was leaking pee! The babies fed for about 45 minutes. One was awful with colic and I was supposed to wind her after every feed but on this occasion I sat them both in bouncy seats, replaced my nursing bra and shot up the stairs almost crying in sheer desperation to pee! I made it but only just!
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  45. (Sketch) Unabashed

    From the album: Inktail's Furry Omorashi

    This sketch has been sitting on my computer for long enough that I guess I'm never going to finish it up. This was originally going to be of Feyn rushing to a public bathroom only to find it's closed up, so sneaking around the side instead.
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  46. Omo Trainer

    Hi there! I'm lewdzu. I program and am very interested in adding features to this program. I'm using it right now and having a lot of fun~. I spoke with Perv and filed a pull request against his repo, which basically means that I added a new feature and am waiting for him to make it an official part of the app! The feature I added makes the program more communicative, and allows people to add "trainers" who have their own unique flair towards telling you "Yes" or "No". For example: If you'd like to write scripts for the trainers, please let me know! I'm more than happy to work with some more creative people to expand the personalities here :3 If you're interested in this version of the program, check out my fork of the project here: https://github.com/lewdzu/omo-trainer I'll see if I can can do a lot of the small things listed here, and I'll see what I can crank out. I'll track my work with issues, so you can see what has been acknowledged and what hasn't.
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  47. Me and Matty love watching movies and quite often have movie marathons. Partly because of our love of movies but mainly because we are the kind of people who can’t watch one movie in a series and then watch the others at a later date. If we watch one film in the series we have to watch all the others. Most of the time it is pretty easy as a series has two or three films so we can watch them all in a day. However sometimes we plan movie days when we decide to watch series like Harry Potter or Star Wars with a full day's worth of films to work through. The other evening we were looking for a movie to watch and whilst scrolling through the horror genre we noticed Saw 7 (or Saw 3D, whichever you prefer) and we commented that we hadn’t seen the Saw films for a while. We went to see the seventh film when it came out in the cinema and haven’t seen any of them since. We had nothing to do on Thursday so we decided that we would have a Saw marathon. We looked at the run time and to watch all 7 it would take just shy of 11 hours. When I woke up Thursday morning we had breakfast and then we put all 7 films on a playlist and then made a nest on the couch with our duvet. Matty brought snacks and I asked for a cup of tea. He brought me my tea and then put a 3 litre bottle of water and a small whisky tumbler on the couch. I looked at it then at him and he put on his Jigsaw voice and said “I want to play a game”. He pointed to the bottle of water and said “The rules are as follows, until we have finished watching all the movies the bathroom is off limits and whilst watching the movies every time a person dies you are going to fill this glass and drink it….your goal is to keep your knickers dry”. I giggled and happily agreed to the game. I was looking forward to the double challenge. Holding until the films were over which would take 11 hours and not knowing how many deaths there were thus not knowing how many glasses I would end up drinking. The glass was 100ml so throughout the day I could end up drinking a lot but I knew because it was spread out over time my bladder would fill slower than when doing rapid desperation. We sat and we started watching the first film about half 9. It finished at about quarter past 11 and throughout the film I had 7 glasses of water. We immediately moved onto the second film and throughout that one I had another 7 glasses of water. The second film finished at roughly quarter to one and I was starting to feel my bladder beginning to fill. The third film started and lasted until quarter to three. Over the course of those two hours there were ten deaths which meant 10 more glasses of water. Matty went to make us both a sandwich and brought us both a cup of tea which I slowly sipped after eating my sandwich and we started watching the fourth film. We finished the fourth installment at quarter to 5 and the film added another 10 glasses to my bladder. As the fifth film started I was starting to feel a little desperate as my bladder filled with the tea and water and throughout the film I kept shifting around as I kept getting urges. By the time the fifth film was over I had added another 6 glasses to my bladder and I was starting to feel really desperate. I could no longer ignore the need and was squirming and wiggling in my seat. It was now half past 6 and I knew we had roughly 3 hours to go and god knows how many glasses of water. We started up the sixth film and throughout the whole movie which took us to half past 8 I was squirming and wiggling non stop and by the time the credits finished I was absolutely busting for a pee and was almost wetting myself. I knew I could hold for a while longer but was unsure whether I would make it to the end of the film. The sixth film had added another 13 glasses (four in quick succession) which really didn’t help my bladder and was the reason I was squirming and almost wetting my knickers. The last film started and I sat squirming and bouncing uncontrollably as my pee hole throbbed and trembled under the pressure of my bladder. As the film went on I ended up drinking 10 more glasses and about half way through the film I was sat on the edge of the couch rocking back and forth and opening and closing my legs. There was a moment in the film where 3 people died and then 5 people were poisoned and I knew if I even had to drink one more glass I would burst and soak my knickers in pee. He let me off and said I didn’t have to drink anymore. Now all I had to do was wait until the end of the film. As time passed I got more and more desperate and I got to the point where I felt like I was seconds away from exploding and peeing everywhere but I had to keep holding. My desperation continued to increase and I honestly didn’t know how I was still holding, each wave of desperation that hit me I felt like I was going to burst . Somehow despite my aching bursting bladder pushing hard on my pee hole I continued to hold. A combination of wanting to watch the end of the movie and the challenge of holding until it finished I think is what was keeping me going. With 15 minutes of the film left I started dripping into my knickers with each wave of desperation and they gradually got bigger until they turned into leaks. I was sat right on the edge of the couch with my hand pressed hard against my pussy in an attempt to keep my pee hole closed. The leaks continued to escape as the pressure got so intense and my knickers were getting so wet. With like 5 minutes of the film remaining the leaks turned into spurts and they were uncontrollable. Each spurt shot out of my pee hole and soaked into my knickers. The desperation I was feeling was so intense and I literally felt like if I moved I would explode. The final moments of the film occurred and I was sat begging it to hurry up. Finally the screen went black and the first credit showed up. I moaned out and went to stand up when Matty grabbed me and pointed at the countdown timer on the screen indicating it wasn’t finished yet. I moaned out in desperation as my bladder screamed in protest but the intense desperation and trying to keep holding was such a turn on. My hand went into my knickers and rubbed against my pee hole as I bounced like crazy watching the timer slowly tick down. My fingers kept getting wet as spurts escaped and shot over them. I was practically wetting myself where I sat and it was taking every ounce of concentration and determination not to do so completely. Eventually the screen went blank and I stood up. The sudden impact of gravity made me spurt and I thought it was over. I managed to stop myself losing all control but now I was stood up the desperation and overwhelming need to release my pee was so much worse. I slowly shuffled and took baby steps towards the door with my hand jammed between my legs and pressed hard against my pee hole. I reached the door and walked out into the hallway and when I looked at the stairs I just knew that there was no way I would make it upstairs without wetting myself. That thought alone made me lose a 3 second spurt and it splashed onto the floor below me. I bent over and squeezed my legs hard together around my hand. I looked around frantically trying to think of something before I completely flooded the floor. I suddenly had an idea and shuffled my way into the kitchen losing leaks with each little step. I moved over to door to the utility room and quickly grabbed the mop bucket from the side of the washing machine. I placed it on the floor and its like my bladder knew that relief was so close as she starting contracting like crazy causing me to leak and pee to stream down my legs. I frantically to pull my knickers down but I couldn’t without removing my hand and removing my hand would result in me losing all control. With my spare hand I pulled my t-shirt out of the way and in a quick motion I sat down on the bucket and the moment I took my hand away my pee hole burst open and a massive torrent of pee came gushing out. My knickers were soaked through within seconds and the sound of the strong stream hitting the bottom of the bucket was so loud. I moaned out as relief washed over my body that was absolutely orgasmic. The stream kept coming and coming and it felt like it was never going to stop. I couldn’t breathe properly it felt so good. The relief was so wonderful I felt on the edge of a massive orgasm and the feeling of pee gushing out of my pussy was adding to the pleasure. Once the stream died down the desperation to pee was replaced by a feeling of desperately needing to cum. My pussy was dripping with arousal and needed release so badly. My pee hole was aching from holding for so long and I had to rub her to ease the aching sensation. However I wasn’t prepared for just how turned on I was. I slid my hand into my knickers to rub my pee hole and as I did my palm brushed against my clit and without warning pleasure surged through me and I had an explosive orgasm. The sudden explosion of pleasure made me fall off the bucket and left me lying on the floor trembling and shaking and clutching my throbbing burning pussy. The pleasure continued surging through me and eventually after a couple of minutes it died down and I was left with a wonderful warm tingly feeling. I suddenly realised Matty was stood in the doorway. I smiled at him and he just shook his head and said “erm….well….erm...ya know….WOW!!!”. I giggled and he helped me up. I emptied my bucket down the drain and went and flopped back on the couch. We ordered take away and after eating I was still insanely horny and we spent the rest of the night enjoying my soaked knickers together ;). That was the most intense desperation I have ever felt and the most wonderful feeling of relief. In retrospect its not surprising as throughout the day I had two cups of tea and the equivalent of 1 pint an hour throughout the movie marathon. I am surprised I held all that for so long. The power of wanting to watch movies is stronger than my bladder :p
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