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  1. Before I tell my story is just like to say, I don't like damaging public property with my wetting but sometimes accidents happen... So, on Monday my friends and I decided to go shopping, we got all dressed up, I wore a skirt like I normally do. We were walking around, we ate food, we got iced tea, it was a nice day. Eventually my friends headed home but I had to wait for my roommate to finish work as she was my ride home, she didn't finish for another three or so hours so I decided to see a film to pass the time. I didn't have any specific movie in mind I just chose whatever was on next, it ended up being 'Knives out' which was an AMAZING film. I walked into the cinema and it was quite empty as it was the middle of the day, I was seated in the back row with no one in my row or the three rows in front of me. The cinemas had been recently updated to the seats were nice new plush leather recliners, which were very comfortable. About 30 minutes into the movie I noticed that the iced tea I had earlier and the jumbo coke I was drinking was starting to tug on my bladder... I figured it would be fine as I'm pretty good at holding and I'd peed before I went into the theatre. After another half an hour I was getting a little desperate, my bladder was filling rapidly but I was okay, only a little squirmy, and the movie was really starting to heat up, since I was alone if I left I'd have no idea what I missed. This was one of those movies that you need to be there for every moment otherwise the ending might not make sense as things are being revealed in non obvious ways. I eventually started gripping at my crotch through my short skirt, and I new I really had to go. I was about to get up when I leaked, a large stream of pee shot right into the leather seat. I realised I'd left it too long and I wouldn't be able to make it to the toilet without peeing myself. I didn't know what to do and I tried to hold it more but I kept leaking, my seat was becoming quite wet, a puddle was forming around my bum making my panties very wet. I tried to hold on but after another 20 minutes my bladder was exhausted and I started to pee... Very loudly into my seat. I realised I had to be quite so I shuffled to the edge of my now drenched seat and peed over the edge onto the carpeted floor. It felt so good to release after holding for so long. I then went back to sitting in my puddle.... I had to admit it but it turned me on a bit. I tried to clean it up once the movie was done but I wasn't very successful. My puddle was very warm though 🤭 Follow my twitter for more Omo and non Omo content @bbybitxh6
    10 points
  2. Right, so this isn’t a long story, but I thought I’d share a little ‘creative’ use of pads that occurred to me. The other day I was out with work colleagues for a celebratory lunch at one of our favourite places around the corner. One of our directors was paying and I had been dealing with a volunteer at the front area of the office, so when the whole herd of work folks met me at the door and told me we were all going out for lunch, I grabbed my coat and joined them. This of course meant that I did not have my purse… There were about ten of us, and we settled into a larger booth and started ordering. Now many of my work colleagues can be a little intense at times, but we do know how to let our hair down so to speak. It wasn’t long before funny stories and anecdotes were being swapped back and forth. Someone put a new spin on an old inside office joke and I laughed very hard (and almost spilled my tea). I kind of lost myself in laughing and almost didn’t feel the inevitable accompanying leak of pee into my panties. After a good hearty laugh that lasted I don’t know how long, I composed myself and became more aware of the situation. I felt very wet between my legs, and I knew that it was one of those more serious leaks. Not a couple of droplets easily absorbed by the gusset of my panties, but the kind where panties get soaked, and if one could, if one were sitting down, also get one’s other clothing wet. I carefully weighed my options, I wasn’t at the end of the booth, so quickly nipping out wasn’t an option, I was going to have to get people to move to let me out to visit the loo. I could also wait until the end of lunch and then just make sure I was the last person out of the booth and in the group so no one would see a potential wet spot. I also didn’t know the extent of the damage and whether it would be visible to my work colleagues. This wasn’t too likely, as I was wearing a black pencil skirt with a slip, so even if the wetness had gotten all the way through, I needed more information so I shifted my body and surreptitiously reached my hand under my bum to feel for damage. Was it damp? Or was that just from the pleather of the seat and my body? Regardless, I didn’t feel a huge wet spot, so that was reassuring. I decided that I should probably change quickly, so that my accident didn’t soak through and become visible. So with as little fanfare as possible, I excused myself from the table and asked a couple of my colleagues to get up to let me out (squeezing past them was not an option given the potential dampness of my skirt). I exited in such a way as to keep my bum away from the table, and ended up making a somewhat circuitous loop to the washroom to avoid showing everyone my potentially wet backside. Once in the washroom I rolled my skirt around to inspect the damage. There was a faint wet patch on the bum area which was almost invisible given its size and the colour and material of the skirt. Rolling this up and pulling my panties down revealed that my slip and panties had caught most of the accident. There was a substantial wet spot on the satin slip, which I padded with balled up toilet paper. My panties were another story. They were soaked. I slipped these off. As you can see, I had completely soaked the gusset. I was surprised that I hadn’t got my skirt more wet, and quietly commended myself for nipping off to the loo when I had, rather than sitting there and letting things soak through. While emptying my not very full bladder I weighed my options. I normally carry a spare pair of panties in a little baggie in my purse, but this was of course back at work. I could slip off my panties and go commando for the rest of lunch. This didn’t seem like the best of ideas, as jokes were still bouncing around the table, and despite my taking the precaution of emptying my bladder now, there was no guarantee of avoiding further little oops moments due to laughter. While this particular skirt is knee length, so the chances of my flashing anyone were negligible, I am not really one for going without undies. Instead, I opted for drying my panties as best I could with toilet paper and paper towel. It’s when I went over to the sink to grab some paper towel that I noticed a new addition to the bathroom – a little basket of pads and tampons. This has been a growing trend out here on the west coast, a group call the Period Promise succeeded in getting free pads and tampons in school washrooms and has been pushing for free menstrual products. While we come into this place a couple times a year to celebrate as an office, I hadn’t noticed the basket there before. I quickly rummaged through the basket and found a pad with wings (there were only two options, pads and tampons, and nothing fancy). Having padded my panties as dry as they were going to get with paper, I unwrapped the pad, and stuck it into my still wet panties. I wrapped the wings around the gusset, and was pleased that the entire wet spot was wrapped in pad! Usually you use a pad to keep your panties dry (or clean), but in this situation I used the pad to keep my already wet panties off my skin and cloths. I straightened out my clothes, and made sure that the wet spot on my skirt was invisible (it was), washed my hands, checked my makeup and hair briefly, and headed back out to lunch. I was glad that I opted for the pad, as despite my precautionary pee, I had another small leak towards the end of lunch, again the result of one laughing, but this time it was a small leak. I could feel the dampness on my lips though, and was mostly confident in the pad catching it. After lunch, we headed back to the office. I wasn’t able to change right away, as lunch had gone a little long and my post-lunch appointment was waiting for me, but as soon as I could, I grabbed my purse and quickly changed in into my emergency backup panties in the washroom. Just for good measure, I swapped in a fresh Always Discreet pad I also pack in my purse. The rest of the day was uneventful. Rach p.s. If you enjoyed this story and wanted a souvenir, the panties in question are still available for sale and they are delightfully dirty. 🙂 Here's me in the panties from a photoshoot on another day:
    5 points
  3. I am working from home today, and as i always do when working from home, I stared the day of by gaming on my PS4. When i felt it was time to get productive I realised that I had to pee really bad and remembered that I didn't pee this morning. Feeling quite naughty I decided that I was going to hold it and wet myself, so i put on som light brown jeans brewed myself some coffee. It didn't take long before I was absolutely bursting for a pee. It felt amazing when i finally let go, the pictures speaks for themself. When i was done I took of my wet pants and kept my underpants on because i needed to shave. I peed to more times in my underpants while shaving before i took a shower and cleaned up. Hope you enjoy the result as much as i did making it! I made a video of the wetting, here is a link to the download section
    3 points
  4. Here's the next one-shot. “Just a little more… ” Claire muttered, as she dropped a series of varied ingredients into little runic circles she’d etched into a section of her floor. The components necessary for this ritual seemed almost completely random to her, but she’d never been one to question the books. A snip of fox hair here, seven grapes there, and one of the most complicated runes she’d even seen encircling all of it. It had taken nearly a week to carve the symbol and gather the ingredients, but if it worked, it would all be worth it. Opening her spellbook to the proper page, she readied herself to read the incantation when she noticed the dust and dirt adorning her robe. She wanted to look presentable for her guest, and began brushing away any offending patches of dust. She straightened her long, brown hair. She adjusted her glasses. Last but not least, she donned her witch hat, to make a proper first impression. Clearing her throat, she began to read the inscription from her spellbook. They were old, eldritch words that did not roll off of her human tongue very easily. Slowly but surely, Claire could feel an energy begin to permeate the room. The various offerings placed inside the rune circle sank into the floor as if it were a viscous pool. The circle’s center shimmered, and tinged dark red: the color of the plane it reached into. A pair of glowing pink eyes peered at her from the other side, and then their owner was drawn through. Silhouetted against the light of the portal, Claire couldn’t make out very many features of her visitor’s body. It was female, judging by its slender frame. She had tall, slightly curved horns that rose high above her head. Large wings, like those of a bat, sprang from her back. Her eyes, still glowing a bright pink, watched her curiously. When the summoning finally concluded, and the light returned to normal, Claire could finally appraise her guest. She was somewhat smaller than Claire, herself, her horns only barely making up the difference. Her skin was a deep red, her long and wild hair pitch black. Tattoo-like markings covered much of her exposed arms and legs. … And thighs and midriff and ample cleavage, Claire noticed with a blush. The creature wore what could only be accurately described as black panties and a sort of corset that covered most of her breasts, but left the tops of them and her midriff exposed. The horned visitor smiled, and looked at Claire expectantly. “So… ” Claire finally said, keeping her gaze above her chest, “Can I assume your clothes did not survive the summoning?” The guest laughed impishly at this. “Oh dear!” She said, looking down at her bust and thighs in mock embarrassment, “How humiliating! I’ve arrived before my new master without any clothes!” She leaned back, and covered her face with the back of her hand, pretending to faint, “Oh, woe is me! Woe is poor Pereni!” The young woman stressed her words in a sensual manner that Claire found quite uncomfortable. “Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter; nobody’s actually going to be seeing you out here,” The visitor, “Pereni,” evidently, seemed genuinely distressed when she heard this. “Huh? Do you mean there’s no one else around here but you or me?” “You’re in my cottage, which is hidden in the wilderness, quite a distance from the nearest settlement. I’d wager it will be quite some time before either of us sees anyone else.” Pereni seemed crestfallen for a moment, before her eyes widened with apparent realization, and she smiled, “My, my, Master, but you’re certainly demanding! You’re saying we have days, maybe even weeks of privacy? Just the two of us, together?” She stepped forward, and pressed her body against Claire’s. “Why, I don’t know if I have the stamina for that, but I’ll certainly try… ” Claire’s cheeks burned bright red, and she found herself momentarily stunned. This was not the stately, regal, gentleman of the Nether she’d meant to summon! She required assistance with her work, and felt sure that this… sex gremlin would be of no help whatsoever. Worse still was that she’d accidentally summoned a succubus. Claire had no interest in bedding women. If it had been an incubus, it would’ve at least been useful for stress relief. In an almost literal way, Pereni’s touch was electric. Part of her succubus magic ensured that any… interaction with her would always be far more pleasurable than similar congress with members of one’s own species. Ignoring it, Claire slowly but sternly pushed the woman away from her. She cleared her throat, and then issued her first command to her new servant, “P-Pereni, I haven’t summoned you to partake in… that.” “What?” The red-skinned woman was actually shocked by the rejection, “Then why did you summon me?” “I really didn’t mean to summon you at all. I was attempting to call out to an elder sorcerer for assistance with a matter of utmost importance.” “Wha- Well, then send me back!” “I’m afraid I can’t. I used special runes in the summoning circle to bind you to my service until my work is done.” Pereni stared at Claire in open-mouthed terror, “You… You mean… I’m stuck here?! I’m stuck here with no one else but you?! And you don’t want to fuck me?!” Practically alone, and nothing to couple with in sight, Claire supposed this truly must be torture for a succubus. “It would seem that way, yes.” Pereni groaned and crossed her arms in frustration. “I really am sorry, Pereni, I had no intention to trouble you. Tell you what, if you can still help me, we can finish my project together and you’ll be able to head home in no time.” “... Fine… ” The succubus begrudgingly agreed. “Excellent, then let’s get to work. This potion isn’t going to brew itself.” ---------- “Explain it to me again, please?” Claire groaned. Four times, she’d had to explain the nature of her experiment to Pereni. “Last time I’m saying it. Magic is very difficult to do; it requires years and years of hard work to be able to do even simple magic. I’ve modified some recipes for enhancement potions- like strength and speed tonics- and I’m trying to get them to permanently endow the imbiber with the ability to cast specific, powerful spells.” “What, you want a bunch of half-baked mages running around with high tier spells?” Pereni raised her eyebrow in confusion as she gently stirred the bubbling contents of a large cauldron that contained Claire’s nascent miracle potion. “No, I want to drink all the goods ones, and then make a ton of money selling the mediocre ones to the wastrels who couldn’t cut it in the sorcery academies.” Pereni’s face lit up, “Ooooh! That’s actually kinda devious! Why didn’t you open with that? Now I’m excited to help you.” In truth, it sounded worse than it really was. Claire already knew many of the advanced spells that could be made this way, and she just happened to be aware of who her biggest customers would be. “That’s good to hear, now… ” She flipped open her very thick and weathered journal in which she’d recorded all of her previous failed attempts to concoct this potion, “I think I’ve narrowed it down to the point I’m only missing a couple key ingredients to get this to work.” Almost as soon as she finished the sentence, Pereni nudged her aside and began reading from her notes, shouting “Lemme see!” She perused them for a short moment before declaring, “Ah! I know exactly what’s missing!” “You do?” Claire asked incredulously. “I’m a high-ranking denizen of the Nether, Mistress, this is childsplay to me.” “Please do not call me ‘mistress’.” Pereni puffed out her cheeks and glared sharply at Claire, “None of my other clients minded when I called them that, Miss Killjoy.” The succubus muttered some quiet, magical words, and held out her hand. In a flash of light, a strange, alien fruit appeared, and she gripped it gingerly. “It’s no wonder you couldn’t figure it out, Mistress, the ingredient you need is called netherbloom. Wanna take a guess at the only place it grows?” “The Nether?” “The Nether,” Pereni confirmed, dropping the fruit into the cauldron. The liquid shifted from green to a sickly pink, and the smell was far too sweet for Claire to have any hope of the brew tasting tolerable. “Go ahead, give it a try!” Using a spoon to extract some of the liquid, Claire brought it close to her lips. Before she drank it, she looked to her new servant suspiciously, “You know that if this kills me, your purpose will never be completed, and you’ll stay here forever, right?” “Mistress, I am offended! I promise you that if I wanted to kill you, it would be in a far more… entertaining manner… ” Pereni narrowed her eyes and licked her lips. Preparing for the worst, Claire drank the spoonful of liquid, and was upset to discover how right she was about not thinking it would taste good. It tasted like chalk that had been laced with sugar. She took a second to thank the universe that she wasn’t born in the Nether, where this kind of stuff was what counted as food. Once she’d forced it down, she began inspecting her body for any changes. She noted with some trepidation that Pereni was watching excitedly. A slight tingle began in her chest, and worked its way down to her stomach. She marvelled at this feeling, wondering if she’d at last found the missing piece of the puzzle. Then, however, the tingle turned into a painful cramping sensation. She winced at the feeling, and clutched her gut. Then the cramp became an urge, and a very desperate one at that. It happened so quickly that Claire barely had time to register what the sensation was, at least until she felt a different sensation in her underwear. Her butt had suddenly become warm and sticky, and she then became cognizant of the fact that she was filling her panties. Her mess rushed out of her, noisily bulging out her underwear underneath her robe. Her waste just kept flowing out of her, until there was well and truly nothing left to expel. Her panties sagged downwards, and there was hardly a movement she could make that wouldn’t cause it to squish against her. Pereni erupted in laughter. “Oh deary me!” The succubus managed to say in between her laughs, “I’ve forgotten that humans aren’t supposed to eat netherbloom! Oh silly me!” She smiled smugly, looking right into Claire’s eyes. “You little runt… ” Claire struggled to say, her voice strained. “Now you listen here, lady!” Pereni used her wings to float a few feet into the air, to seem taller than Claire, “I didn’t ask you to summon me! I can’t help with your magic drink, and I don’t want to! If you weren’t such a crappy mage, this wouldn’t have been a problem for either of us,” She smirked when she said the word “crappy.” “I’m gonna… ” Claire said, but could hardly move as the pain in her stomach intensified. “You’re gonna sit there and crap your pants for the next fifteen minutes, Miss Killjoy,” She pointed her thumb at her chest, “Me? I’m gonna go have some fun while you find the answers to this stupid project of yours alone,” She landed, and ran for the door. “Don’t wait up!” She called out as it slammed behind her. Claire could only watch before falling to her knees. She guessed that Pereni was a younger succubus, and didn’t know the danger she was in. It was quite unwise for netherlings to stray from their summoner; countless people had very lucrative careers centered around hunting them. One as… hyper as Pereni would not last long. Mustering her willpower, Claire swiped her hands in a pattern in front of her, until they glowed a bright green. Bringing her hand to her chest, the healing energy surged through her, quelling the effects of the toxic brew. What it didn’t cure was the load resting in her underpants. She cringed as she stood. Claire knew that Pereni was about to get herself killed, and she knew that she had to hurry, but… The feeling of it was very disgusting. She could hardly bear to walk to her room to change, let alone leave her house in that state. She would go and bring Pereni back, just as soon as she had on clean panties. ---------------------------------------- Pereni chuckled and giggled for several minutes as she glided away from Claire’s house. The look on that snobby little mage’s face when she started soiling herself was priceless. Although her mirth soon faded when she realized that Claire wasn’t lying about them being in the middle of absolutely nowhere. They were on a cliff with a sheer drop on one side, and forest on the other. She thought she might see a town in the far distance, past the sheer drop, but it was too far for her to fly in a single day. In fact, it seemed as though anywhere was too far for her to fly in a single day. There looked to be nothing for miles around, and she had nowhere to sleep. Nothing to eat. No one to eat. Realizing her predicament, she came to stop, and tried to recall any magic that might help her. “Ahhh, why did I never pay attention when the pit fiends were teaching infernal magic?” She cursed herself. Figuratively, not literally- she skipped curse classes, too. “Oh!” She exclaimed, remembering one particularly handy spell. A succubus matriarch once taught her a trick vampiric creatures used to find prey. She brought her hands together, and uttered some ancient, dark words. When she pulled her hands apart, a purple ball floated in the air where they had been. A spike grew out of the ball, pointing in the direction she had just come from- it was tracking Claire. Disappointed, she inspected the other sides of the orb. She was ready to give up when she noticed a tiny little bump pointing off into the woods. Two tiny little bumps. “Jackpot!” she said, speeding off towards her prospective targets. She hoped very dearly that they had food. ---------- Pereni was exhausted when she finally came upon the travelers. She kept her distance, and watched them for a while. It was two women. One of them looked quite a bit more experienced than the other. The more experienced one wore some old leather armor and gray pants. A bow was slung over one shoulder, and a hefty backpack that Pereni was sure had to have food in it somewhere rested on the ground next to her. Her companion seemed rather dainty by comparison. She wore a simple tunic and traveling pants, and the only weapon she seemed to have on her was a little dagger. As a succubus, Pereni needed gratification as well as food in order to survive, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she might be able to knock out both needs at once. Watching the two women, one of them said something that elicited a warm smile from the other, and they embraced each other with a quick hug and kiss. Pereni cursed quietly. If they’d just been friends, she could possibly have bedded one or even both of them; the fact that they were a couple- and a happy one at that- meant it would be much harder to seduce them. More experienced succubi took great pleasure in tempting the most dedicated partners into sleeping with them, but Pereni was not nearly skilled enough to do so. She’d just have to settle for food. Should be easy enough. Formulating a plan, Pereni realized that she’d have to rely solely on deception, as she never bothered to learn any real combat magic. The woman with the bow looked like trouble, so she’d have to really lay on the illusion spells to chase them off. Lucky for her, even the laziest succubus possessed an incredible knowledge of illusion magic. Imagining herself as a much taller, more imposing figure; clad in spiked, black armor (still skimpy, though; some habits don’t die); and wielding a wicked sword with jagged edges, she cast the spell. A purple light shone through the brush, no doubt catching the attention of the young couple. “Wha-” The more skilled of the two scrambled for her bow, “Who’s there?!” She called. With a graceful, mature stride, Pereni emerged from the shadows. Her illusion spell had made her appear as a matriarch- a far more powerful and dangerous creature. The look on both the human women’s faces was proof enough that it had worked. The armored one was clearly unnerved, and the smaller one was shivering. “My, my,” Pereni began, her voice made to sound more intimidating than she could naturally pull off, “What do we have here? Two lost little runts?” “Stay back, whatever you are!” The archer commanded, drawing back her bowstring. She was clearly aiming for Pereni’s head. “Foolish human,” Pereni intoned, “You aren’t going to hurt me with that little toy,” “‘Little toy,’ huh?” The archer launched her arrow. As Pereni had planned, it soared through her illusory head- more than a foot above her actual head, which was hidden by the spell. To the humans, the attack appeared to have been completely ineffective. They couldn’t see Pereni’s actual face, with her eyes wide in alarm. Nor could they see her actual panties, now dampened by a short spurt of pee. Swiftly regaining her composure, Pereni spoke, “A fine attempt, I suppose.” The succubus lifted her conjured sword, as if preparing for a strike. Ooh! Better idea! She thought, as she altered her illusion slightly to make the blade of the sword erupt into flames. The archer reached for another arrow, but fumbled terribly, and dropped it. She took a frightened step back, bumping into her friend that hid behind her. The smaller woman steadied her, but both were clearly only moments from fainting. If there was one thing Pereni could do, it was illusion magic. She took another step towards the couple. Both of them were shaking. A hissing sound filled the air, and Pereni smirked, expecting to see a spreading stain on the smaller woman’s pants. She was surprised then, when she noticed the pee streaming from the cuffs of the archer’s trousers. Given their leather make, no wetness showed on the outside, but she was most certainly urinating hard into them. Droplets, streams, and twin rivers spilled out of her pants, loudly splashing onto the now wet dirt under her. “Ha ha! And here I thought you were the brave one, dear,” Pereni taunted. The archer’s face burned red when she realized what she’d done. With her unoccupied hand, she grabbed at her crotch, and squeezed her thighs together. Pee continue to flow unabated into her pants. Pereni drew close enough to whisper into the woman’s ear, “You know, if you start running now, you just might make it… ” As the words reached them, the two women, mute with fear, turned and sprinted as fast as they could. Pereni’s eyes went wide when she noticed the large bulge in the back of the daintier woman’s pants. Maybe Ms. Archer won’t be so embarrassed after all, huh? She did not envy that the woman had to run to… wherever it was they were running in such heavily soiled panties. “Do all humans just mess themselves at the drop of a hat?” The succubus wondered aloud. Once she was sure the humans were gone, she practically dove towards the backpack they’d left behind. Ripping it open, she rifled through its contents until she came upon a small loaf of bread. She tore into it, not taking the time to relish the bites. ---------------------------------------- “Meredith! Meredith!” The paladin heard her name called. She recognized the voice, too. Sure enough, she emerged from her tent to see the two new recruits running towards her. Their faces were pale, and they looked absolutely terrified. “Where were you two?” Meredith demanded, as soon as they reached her. She sniffed the air, “And what is that stench?” “Mere… dith… ” The recruit with a bow panted, still catching her breath. “Did something attack you? I remember giving you both specific instructions not to leave this campsite without supervision.” “Demon… in the woods… ” The other woman replied. Meredith’s face hardened, and she gripped the handle of her sword, “Is there, now?” ---------------------------------------- “Man, this girl’s such a little softie,” Pereni mused, as she flipped through a small diary she’d found in the backpack. She sat on a pile of stuff that fell out when she’d upended the backpack onto the ground, lazily flipping through the pages. It was also full of little anecdotes and recordings of random things that happened to her. It was also inundated with lovey-dovey trite about her girlfriend that made Pereni gag. Pereni’s giggling stopped when she reached the most recent section. The woman had written about her involvement with a paladin. Apparently she and her partner were to begin to apprentice under a holy knight. That sparked some worry in the young succubus’ heart; paladins were bad news. She’d never truly fought with mortals before, but every demon knew to fear the paladins. Her worry got the better of her, and she once again cast her spell to track nearby people. Performing the short incantation, the orb once again levitated above her hand. As she feared, there was a spike indicating someone’s presence, and not too far from her. “Huh?” She muttered when the orb spun, the spike pointing in a different direction. It spun again, and then began to constantly tilt and turn, the spike shrinking and growing. Something was interfering with her magic. Her throat suddenly felt quite dry. Maybe… Maybe Claire’s house isn’t such a bad place to stay after all… She spread her wings, and lifted herself a few feet into the air, rejuvenated by the stolen food she’d eaten. She was pretty sure she remembered the way back. She just needed to get there before- “Hello there, demon.” A stern and rather unfriendly voice called out. Pereni covered her mouth to suppress a scream of surprise. She spun around in the air, facing a human woman in silver armor. She was tall- very tall. Pereni was short for her age, sure, but this goliath woman stood about twice as tall as her. Long hair so blonde it was nearly stark white hung down to her back. Her body was completely hidden under her armor, but even so, Pereni could tell that woman had quite a bit of muscle to boast. “Um, hello there, miss… ” Pereni struggled to hide her fear, but after only a moment, her fear gave her an idea. With a quick flourish, she landed, and cast another spell. Her appearance shifted once again, to that of a frail human woman. Pouring extra magic into the spell, it would also mess with the head of anyone who saw her, causing them to forget that she was ever anything but what the illusion made her look like. She put on her best scared-and-innocent look, “Please don’t hurt me, miss!” The paladin narrowed her eyes, then scoffed at Pereni’s disguise. She waved her hand, as if parting a curtain, and the disguise faded away just like that. Pereni quickly inspected her body, verifying that she was back to her red-skinned, horned self. The paladin advanced, drawing her sword. Shit! Shit! Shit! Pereni began to panic internally, trying to think of what to do next. She’d excelled at scaring people earlier, and decided upon trying to scare her attacker away. Using the last of her magic, she cast the most disturbing illusion she could think of. Her body contorted, twisted, and transformed into a vile, demonic monstrosity. “Well, little knight, if you’re so eager to see what I truly look like, I’d be happy to oblige-” The paladin extended her unarmed hand outwards, towards the succubus. Golden light erupted from her palm, striking Pereni like a divine hammer. Her illusion was dispelled instantly, and she was thrown through the air. She landed on her back, dazed and aching. She tried to rise, but was swiftly forced back down by a concentrated stream of holy energy. Like fire, it burned, and Pereni could do little but scream and writhe in pain. “My name is Meredith Eyne, and I will be your end, you vile thing.” The paladin, Meredith, decreed. She strode forward, still smiting Pereni with holy magic. Meredith’s sword radiated deadly energy. Just looking at the weapon, Pereni swore she could feel the sword just wanting to kill her. Her bladder voided in her fear, spraying piss onto herself. Given that she only wore a pair of black panties, there was little to conceal her accident. Her underwear was saturated almost immediately, and a strong stream ran through them. She still was rolling around from the pain of the spell, sending waves of pee over each of her thighs in turn, and causing her to splash around in the steadily growing pool of her own urine. At last, the pain came to an end as Meredith lowered her hand. “Have you no dignity, monster? Netherlings are meant to be made of pride.” Pereni hardly listened, being too relieved that the barrage of scathing magic had ended. Her senses returned to her, and she reopened her eyes. Meredith was standing over her, sword at the ready. The succubus lifted herself up slightly, onto her elbows. She tried to crawl backwards, but she could hardly move. Faced now with the certainty of death, Pereni’s bowels released themselves. Her soaked panties tented sharply before her mess spread across her backside. In the tense silence of the moment, the squelching sound was perfectly audible. Meredith nearly recoiled in disgust at the sight of it. Given what she’d been up to all day, Pereni couldn’t help but wonder if this was simply karma. ---------------------------------------- “Please stop, madam paladin!” Claire shouted, only barely catching Meredith’s attention. She’d arrived just in the nick of time. “Stay back!” Meredith commanded, “She’s a netherling- a demon. I need to put her down.” At the paladin’s feet, a truly pitiful Pereni looked to her with the most pleading eyes she’d ever seen. Even from a distance, Claire could see the puddle around the young succubus’ thighs. “I’m well aware of what she is. I summoned her. She is my responsibility.” This piqued Meredith’s interest. Her hand shimmered with heavenly light, and suddenly Pereni was bound to the ground by golden chains. The paladin stepped away from her, and walked towards Claire. The mage could see that Meredith had no interest in resolving this situation diplomatically. “Consorting with the nether makes you just as irredeemable as the creatures from it, witch.” “Please, miss,” Claire pleaded, in the tone of someone wishing to avoid some small inconvenience, “I don’t want to fight you. That netherling is harmless, and she is my assistant.” Meredith looked her over briefly, then lunged forward, sword cutting through the air. In an instant, a pillar of lightning fell from the sky, striking the paladin. When the blinding light had dissipated, Meredith stood still, then began to wobble. Claire had weakened her own lightning spell enough to keep it from killing or seriously harming the paladin. It was most certainly enough to render her unconscious, though. Meredith remain standing for some time, all things considered. Claire noted with some sympathy that urine was streaming through the gaps in her armor. She could hear some rather unladylike noises, and knew that the paladin had just soiled herself as well. That was a shame that Pereni had ensured Claire was acquainted with, and she felt genuinely sorry for the woman. Eventually, Meredith finally succumbed to unconsciousness, and fell over. “I’m sorry, my friend,” Claire said as she walked by the paladin, towards Pereni. Once she reached her, she quickly dispelled the magical chains that bound her. Pereni swung her arms out, and wrapped Claire in a hug. Unlike their previous interactions, there was no sexual suggestion in the act, just pure gratitude. “Are you okay, Pereni?” Claire asked as she helped the netherling to her feet. “I… I think so… ” Pereni attempted to cover the wet stain on the front of her panties with her hands, and faced Claire so that the bulge on her backside was not visible. Claire did her best to avoid staring at the demon’s obvious accidents. “But… how did you find us?” “Easy, I just used a spell to track netherlings.” With no incantation whatsoever, Claire produced a complex series of magical runes in the air above her hand. “And was that lightning from you?” The runes vanished, and in the blink of an eyes lightning crackled between her fingers, “Yes. Although I lessened the intensity of the spell so as not to kill her. Don’t want even more paladins coming after us.” Pereni’s mouth hung open for a moment before she spoke, “But… isn’t that an extremely difficult spell to cast? You can just… do it?” With a lazy flick of her wrist, Claire arced the lightning from her fingers into a random tree. The bark was shredded apart, and the tree was blasted in half. The shocked look on Pereni’s face made Claire chuckle. “I did say I knew most of the advanced spells.” “So um… ” Pereni looked back at Claire, seeming rather uneasy, “No hard feelings about that little prank with the netherbloom, right? Ha ha… ” She tried to play it off as a joke, but Claire could see little trickles of fresh urine running down Pereni’s bare legs. “No hard feelings.” Pereni released a breath, and sighed in relief. A groan from behind Claire reminded them of their guest. Meredith was still out cold, but was stirring. “I still can’t believe you took her out in one hit,” Pereni mused, “But what we actually gonna do about her? She knows we’re out here, now.” “Hmm, good point.” Claire thought for a moment before a solution came to her, “Ah! I know! A dream spell.” “Dream spell?” “It’s as simple as it sounds. It makes you have dreams about whatever you want. I can use it on her, and make her dream that she defeated both of us. She should be dazed enough to not be able to tell that it was only a dream, whenever she wakes up.” Claire started weaving the spell together. She made sure to include an epic battle in which the paladin was struck with a lightning blast. She blushed when she had to weave the bit of the dream where Meredith wet and soiled herself, but she needed to make sure she wouldn’t ask any questions. With a stunning strike, dream-Meredith struck down the evil dream-Claire, and then passed out due to the exhaustion of the fight. The bodies of their dream-selves dissipated into netherfire, leaving no trace of them. “Aaaannnddd… there,” Claire proclaimed as she finished the spell. A short silence passed before Pereni spoke, “So, um… Are you still in the market for an assistant… Mistress?” Claire rolled her eyes, but smiled. “I think I am.” “And, are we ever going to speak of how we both crapped our pants?” Claire’s smile was replaced by an awkward blush, “I think not.” “Then it looks like we have a deal! Now let’s get out of here before she wakes up.”
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  5. So as some of you know earlier I decided to do a hold (I'm my already wet panties), I was home alone and I wanted to pee somewhere I hadn't before.... My jeans. I picked out an old pair of jeans and started to drink. I drank about a litre or more of water, and as I sat on the couch my desperation grew and grew. The button of the jeans was pressing into my bladder and making me more desperate then ever. I was squirming on the couch, grabbing at my crotch when a small stream leaked out into my jeans, that's when I got up to go to the shower, and well.... I flooded 🤭🤭 Ps- I'm feeling experimental, tell me things you wanna see 🤭
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  6. Let’s not get into logistics or anything, but let’s say that she accidentally made it so that toilets would disappear when she got close to them...
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  7. Hi! So I just got out of a relationship (yes I am a lil sad) and I wanna make new friends! I'd love to meet irl I'm from Sydney Australia! Or even just chat more online! I'd love to have a buddy to play around with! Let me know if you're interested!
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  8. Hey All I’ve been wanting to write this story. Since I haven’t been contributing for a long time, I finally mustered the will to do so. So in retrospect, this happened quite a while ago. I tried to stay true to what I felt happened, but I took the liberty to exaggerate some elements. Just a little intro of me, I’m around 170 cm and weigh 60 kg. I try to be a healthy and athletic, been keeping a consistent routine with meals and the gym. Although I do get some naughty meals here and there. Also I have my boyfriend for 4 years. So on this particular day, we decided to have a little fun together. It was almost noon, maybe around 11 am when we both agreed to have our breather and have some omo fun, well the 2nd part for me in particular. I forgot to mention, his into bondage, even more so Japanese rope bondage. So, I was wearing my boyshorts, tights and bodysuit while he got the hemp rope ready. While standing in front of the mirror, he softly wrapped the rope around my neck and down my body. Slowly knotting and forming the diamond pattern as he bound the rope around my body. I stood still has he manoeuvred the excess rope, pulling and tugging it taut until it slightly dug into me. It wasn’t uncomfortably tight but snug like jeans half a size too small. After completing and staring at my body with the mesmerizing diamond pattern, he ordered me to put my jumpsuit on. The jumpsuit was probably my only outfit which fully hid the rope around my neck with its collar. The same jumpsuit I use for my fun layering challenges. Not soon later, maybe half past 11 am and he said we’re heading out. I felt shivers run down my spine as I heard this. We left as soon as I got my purse and boots on. About 45 minutes later, we arrived at the shopping centre. Perfect time for lunch he instructed as we walked down the centre towards the restaurants. I felt so naughty being bound yet able to move freely, but not for long as I was bound under his control. We took a stroll around until he decided specifically on the Ramen shop. I didn’t think much of the ramen broth as I drank most of it up and we ordered a lemon ginger tea. However, not long after, I felt my bladder remind me of its impending fullness. We left the restaurant after paying and headed towards the clothing stores. I remember looking at his face and seeing him smile with his puppy eyes like nothing was amiss. Although I’ve been in ropes before, being in public makes the ropes feel alive. You’re conscious of each muscle you move as the ropes dig into you. Every breath I took reminded me of my predicament. It didn’t help at all that it felt nice lol. He walked into one of the stores and began browsing around, I was following his lead. After a few loops of the isles, he grabbed a few articles of clothing and smiled at me. I felt my bladder ached as my stomach dropped, he wanted me to try them on. I grabbed the clothes and went to the change rooms. A staff member instructed me which stall to use. My legs felt like jelly as I nervously walked past the lady and into the stall. Once I entered the stall, I closed the blinds and made sure they went to the edges of the stall wall. I hung my purse and clothes then looked at the mirror, I was slightly flushed. My heart was racing as I began to undo my belt and each individual button of my jumpsuit, revealing the bright ropes over my black undergarments. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I let my jumpsuit drop to the floor as I undid the last button, staring at my mesmerizing but lewd bound up body. I went through the pile of clothes my boyfriend chose, they were a pair of skinny jeans, white blouse and a pink playsuit. As I pulled up the jeans, my phone buzzed and with my BF demanding to see me. I quickly put on the white blouse and face timed him. The thin blouse almost did nothing to hide the exposed ropes. I bit my lip as this was felt so erotic, if someone would to see me like this, I would die of embarrassment. I did the same with the playsuit, although a bit better hiding the body, the rope around my neck wasn’t covered. My body was burning hot. I slid my hand down the smooth fabric of the playsuit, ever so often there were bumps from the rope. My bladder was bulging, bound up by the shibari and nowhere to expand. I caressed my nether region distracting me from my bladders fullness. My whole body flinched as my phone vibrated with ‘naughty girl’. It was like he could read my mind. I quickly removed the playsuit and back into my jumpsuit. Double checking my bondage didn’t show through my clothes. I opened the curtains and gave the clothes to the lady. My Boyfriend once again smiled at me as we made our way out. My bladder at that point was around 8-9, I knew we should be heading back soon, or so I thought – instead he brought me to a café. “Desert time.” He said, “Large coffee, right.” “B-.” I utter before obeying, “Yes.” We both sat down around a small table. I was trying to keep my composure, but the tight ropes weren’t helping. I was near my limit of not squirming. We didn’t have to wait long till the waitress brought out cups of coffee and a cupcake. I was hesitant drinking the coffee, knowingly it would be my doom and it was damn hot. “We’re not leaving until you finish it.” He warned me. While it felt like I took forever to drink that cup of coffee, it only took around 10 minutes in total. After finishing, I was anticipating going home since it took almost an hour to get here. But like all good Doms, I had one more challenge before that happens. I could barely stand straight, the rope tightening as my bladder expanded. Restricting me like a snake, especially my tender bladder. “I just need some groceries.” He simply requested I gasped and doubled forward as I almost laughed at this stupid request. I felt the ropes tighten each breath, before calming down. It seemed so stupid but just like him to delay my need. We went down to the supermarket and quickly went got what we needed. I walked leaning on the trolley, just to decrease the pressure, albeit not by much. I was at a solid 9/10, I needed to pee so badly. We went through the self-checkout, put the items into the car and finally our journey back. I couldn’t keep still in the seat, crossing and tapping my legs. I even jammed my hands into my crotch, squeezing them with my legs. 20 minutes left till we get home, I could feel my bladder throb – probably from the coffee. I was now at my wits end, almost frozen holding myself. Trying not to wet his seat took all my concentration and energy. I began massaging my lower lips. I used the tightness of the ropes, thrusting my hips and grinding to the edge. We managed to get home without me wetting. it was around 4 pm so I’ve now been holding for over 5 hours. The challenge begins as I could barely move without causing a leak. My boyfriend help me get out of the car, despite how slow I could move. I waddled with my legs together to the bathroom, arms around my BF’s shoulder. He placed his hand on my bloated bladder protruding from my abdomen. “This is your reward.” He said as he slide his hand into my clothes while standing behind me. He grabbed the rope and began tugging, with his other hand he caressed from the outside. My whole body went numb with bliss and pleasure. I completed cave in and let him massage me. I could feel my body slowly succumb but still denying to wet myself. However, just a few more careful hand movements, I fell into an out of the world orgasm. My whole body collapses in the bathtub, peeing through everything. My bladder kept going for over 2 minutes, the most relaxing feeling ever. “You held it amazingly.” He praised me while hugging me. While I took a few minutes to regain composure, he got back to the groceries - Cant for those. After the we had an amazing fun bed time together. And finally the clean up. And this was one of the most amazing experiences we’ve had lol
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  9. View File Pee Kingdom Class Room Wetting Two girls need to pee but is not allowed to leave the class room. Both piss themselves by the end of the video. Submitter Super awesome Submitted 12/04/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Other
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  10. Let me start by saying that I know there are plenty of these topics and threads on here already. Some of the other threads I see suggest all the same ideas or don’t really go into detail. I wanted to make a post of my own that shares my ideas and gives other people ideas on how to wet in public, but without suggesting thing that will leave a mess like “just go to the mall and pee while walking around” or “just go into the bathroom stall and pee on the floor instead of using the toilet” even tho those sound like they’d be so much fun it’s not right to make a mess that someone else has to clean up One of my biggest fantasies is to go to the movies and just pee whenever I felt the need to throughout the whole movie or get really desperate and try to hold till the end but giving up and flooding the seat. Another one of my fantasies is to pee in a public changing room especially one that has carpets. However, I could never bring myself to do that though because it’d be making a mess that would be too difficult to clean up and would damage another persons property. To that got me thinking about what are other ways to sneakily pee in public but not make a mess that someone else would have to clean up. I’ve put together a list of ways to sneakily wet/ pee in public but still feel like you are being naughty without making a mess that someone else will have to clean up. - on the beach: this one is obvious. Wether you want to wet in your bathing suit or jeans, day or night the beach/ boardwalk gives you plenty of options. You could wet while walking along the beach or you could let go while your standing. You could pee while sunbathing. You could go in the ocean and let loose. You could pee while sitting in the sand either packing it close to your crotch or digging a hole to pee in. You could crawl under the boardwalk and sneak a pee under there. You could pee while using one of the beach showers. While walking along the board walk. Since most people spend a whole day at the beach , you could drink loads of water and do all of these. Endless possibilities at the beach because it’ll all wash away either with rain, the ocean, or the sun will dry it up. -parking lot/ parking garage: this ones nice because as opposed to wetting while in the store/mall and making a mess someone else has to mop up, your pee will dry up on its own or wash away in rain. You could walk around inside the store or mall while super desperate and when you feel like you can’t make it head towards your car and pee on our way there or You could do your grocery shopping while desperate and let loose while loading the groceries into the car. That way as soon as your done wetting you could get in your car and leave. No one should notice if your sneaky about it, and people don’t care to watch you while loading groceries to notice. You could pull into a parking spot, get out of your car ,pretend to check your tires and pee as your walking around your car. If you are in a Parking garage you could pop a squat by your car and pee. Or you could slowly pee yourself as your walking around the parking lot/ parking garage looking for your car. While parked, you could sit in your car and pee having it land outside your car. - at the pool: this one is similar to the beach but may be considered a bit rude. Obviously peeing in the pool, whether it’s slowly while your swimming, all at once, while doing a flip or a hand stand, while on a pool float, while sitting on the edge and having it flood around you and pour into the pool, or while jumping in there’s many ways to make peeing in the pool more fun. If it’s at a water park or hotel pool you could pee while laying on one of the reclining chairs. You can pee while getting out of the pool. If it’s a backyard pool you can get out and pee in the grass. - front / back yard: this ones good if your shy to do something too public because your still at home and can easily run inside and change when done. You can pee while doing yard work. While getting the mail. As you're bringing in the groceries. While walking into/ out from your car. While mowing the lawn. - at the park: I know it’s weird to be at the park by yourself as an adult but these are just some suggestions. Let loose on the swing, either just sitting on the swing or while swinging. You could pee while at the top ,while sliding down the slide or while sitting at the bottom of the slide. Yes it may leave a little puddle on the slide but if you do it late at night or while it’s raining it’ll dry up or wash away by the time someone slides down it. You could pee while playing on the park set itself because they usually have holes in them so they aren’t soaked after the rain, so your pee will just flow right through it. You could pee while walking around the park or the pond if your park has a pond. You could sit on a bench or at a picnic table and pee. -at the store : before you say “ but that’ll leave a puddle someone else has to clean up,” hear me out. Some stores like Walmart, Home Depot , Lowe’s etc. have outdoor sections. You can wet while in the outdoor section and the pee puddle who’ll wash away in the rain or the sun will dry it up. Sometimes there are leaking hoses in the outdoor sections, you could stand in the puddle that the hose made and pee, your puddle will blend in with the hose and no one would be suspicious. You could walk around the store while desperate and when you start leaking or can’t hold it anymore go to the outdoor section and let loose. Peeing while squatting is always fun and it spreads nicer too so you could crouch down to look at stuff on lower shelves and let go . You make as many puddles as you want letting little spurts go every time you stop. Or you could pee while walking around and make one path of pee. - miscellaneous : something like the flea market, you could pee while walking around there. Or at a concert if it’s outdoors, instead of leaving the concert to go pee just let loose where you stand. If your in college, wetting while walking around campus, or while walking to your car after class. You could go for a walk or a jog and pee while your out. While at the gym you could pee above any drains in the changing room or while in the shower. If there’s any other ways to pee in public that I didn’t mention that you want to add or if you want to add on to what I have, please do so! These are just the ones I was able to throw together off the top of my head. Some tips to hide the wettings: wear dark clothes, if you're in a bathing suit no one will be able to tell if it’s pee or water unless you wet while your bathing suit was dry, and if you leave as soon as your done wetting you’re less likely to get caught. If you don’t want the wetting to show you can always wear layers or wear a dress/skirt.
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  11. I have this old video of my ex that she let me post but just if u want guys. Please let me know bellow and support me and my new girlfriend making a request on our video collection posted in the downloads section.
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  12. what do you think? if it staged, where i can see the full video? Stranger wetting - ThisVid.com.mp4
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  13. I enjoyed this one as I do like certain concept-wettings (ex: Jump Rope Video). Here we have a pretty platinum lady trying some sneeze powder. Every *Achoo* brings a spurting chance in her well fit jeans. Enjoy sneezewetting.mp4
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  14. I always drink lots of tea and water at work to stay well hydrated so I'd really struggle with only 4 mins to pee during a whole 8 hour shift. Back when I worked in retail I was entitled to a 30 minute lunch break by law if my shift was longer than 6 hours and then I'd sometimes get a shorter 5 minute break later in the day, unless the store was busy. I'd often end up bursting to piss at least once during my shift especially if I didn't get my 5 minutes in the afternoon, so I'd be stuck serving customers while dying to pee with no chance of relief anytime soon. I often worked 5 hour shifts to cover the busy afternoon period and wasn't actually entitled to a break on these shifts, occasionally I'd be allowed a quick 5 minute break towards the end of the shift so I could relieve myself but on busy days I'd have hold my bladder until the store closed. Speaking of working in retail and toilet breaks, I used to work with a woman who hated using the toilets in the store where we worked and would try to last her whole shift without peeing. She was studying dance at college and was very slim and petite, and she would always drink so much water during her shift that after 5 or 6 hours she would be absolutely bursting to go, visibly flustered and fidgeting with her legs crossed while sitting behind the till or pacing around while stood up serving customers. By the end of her shift she would often be really desperate to pee and her bladder would be so full that it would be noticeably bulging and she would have to undo the top button on her tight black work trousers, hidden underneath her jacket. Even in that desperate state she would rather wait until she got home to the comfort of her own toilet.
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  15. Hey everyone, I'm pretty new to posting, but I've been lurking for a long time.. Sorry for not really contributing! But anyway, I've got a true story here. It's not very long, but I'll remember it for a long time. It's also gonna be my first story I've written. So, my girlfriend and I had been to a friend's party one night where we all drank a decent amount of alcohol, but not too much. Only a couple people got drunk and it was overall a rather chill night. The whole night though, I noticed my girlfriend had only been to the bathroom once (as opposed to usually many times). I didn't think much of it at the time. As the night continued, people began leaving or going to sleep, and since my girlfriend and I were going to be staying over for the night, we too decided we would go to sleep. Before I went to bed, I went to the bathroom as I'd been holding for a surprising while without realising. Then when I came back to our room I saw my girlfriend already in bed, noticing again that she's only been to the bathroom once this whole night. Did she really not need to go? Needless to say, we were both tipsy and in bed together, so I don't need to tell you that we made mildly drunken love. After that we were seriously ready for sleep, so I brought my arm over her waist, pulled myself just a little so I could hold her close. But immediately I noticed she most definitely had a bladder bulge, the pressure swelled there was begging to be relieved. But being polite, I asked her, "Do you need the bathroom before you sleep?" She didn't respond. "I suppose she's already asleep", I thought. At this point I was in a moral dilemma. I could wake her up just in case, or I could just see what happens for my own pleasure. I couldn't deny that she'd done this to herself, but at the same time, it would be selfish to let her embarrass herself while I get a kick out of it. But just as I was pondering this dilemma, I could feel it already in motion. A warmth at my legs which were touching closely with her upper thighs. Very quickly I could determine what was going on, a flow of hot liquid was smoothly running down her thigh. I uncovered the blanket and there was already a wet patch on the bed sheet the size of a plate, but she was far from finished. For another 20 seconds or so, the flow continued making the patch bigger and bigger, making her thigh glisten. While I was really living a lucky moment, I felt bad, so I decided to try and wake her up before she lets every last drop out and hope she doesn't feel too embarrassed about it. I gently shake her shoulder, call her by her name and tell her to wake up. She responds, "You know, I wasn't sleeping." To my absolute shock, I had been pranked in perhaps the best way. She turned around very clearly getting the other side of her body wet by her own urine and looked at me. "It's fine, I know where they keep their bedsheets. Come on let's go shower." ---- At this point I should probably tell you. She was aware of my omo kink, and she was fine with it, wasn't turned off by it, but never actually had the kink herself. She would still indulge me from time to time though, just like this night. ---- She was a few steps ahead of me that night. She even called me cute for worrying whether or not she'd be embarrassed. Since she wasn't overly keen on being covered in her own pee for too long, we took care of the bed then went for our "shower". Which, just to quickly end this story, was amazing. Before we got in the shower, we undressed and I got to make out rather intimately with my still pee covered girlfriend. Anyway, that's this story done. I wrote a lot more than I thought I would, sorry if I rambled or included unnecessary details. Let me know what you think if anyone reads haha!
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  16. My D&D girl Vyola. Also an experiment to try to improve my colouring - feed back would be very appreciated.
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  17. A request made from Discord Pom, from the game Them fighting herds with a full bladder
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  18. Version 1.0.0

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    3 videos of Suzy wetting herself and then showering with her clothes on.
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  19. Found an old pair of tight shorts in my closet and decided to have some fun with them! Enjoy!
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  20. Is it normal for you to not get aroused from your work once you've finished it or am I just weird? I wrote a story a while back, and while I certainly felt excited and horny whilst writing it, it doesn't do the trick for me now that it's finished. It might just be because it's not a particularly good story, but nonetheless, I wanted to hear other people's thoughts on this.
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  21. Work has been getting fairly busy lately and we've had more that needs to get done every day, so my supervisor has asked requested that some of us put in some extra hours to take. I don't typically mind staying later since my commute is short and there are plenty of places around to grab food if necessary, so I volunteered to stay a couple of extra nights a week. Typically everyone is out by 5 PM and the place is deserted by 6, so very little effort will connect the dots. Through my work day, I usually sip on a water bottle that I refill every two hours. When I refill it, I usually feel a minor need to relieve myself and take the opportunity to use the restroom. So, on the day I decided to work late, I followed my schedule, as usual. Every time I filled my water bottle, I felt a small swell of excitement at my later plans. Part of me wanted to not take my bathroom breaks at all, but I could never last the entire day, especially with all the water I regularly drink. So, when 5 PM rolled around and my coworkers started to pack it up, I filled my bottle and deliberately ignored my minor need and sat back down and continued working. People started shuffling out and a half hour later, I was alone. I was starting to feel a little more desperate, but I was able to work past it fairly well with my legs crossed, thigh pressed tight, and foot jittering a bit. Thankfully, my work is distracting, so while my need started to feel pressing, I felt I could easily press on for a long while, sipping my water bottle all the way. Occasionally, I would reach down and give myself a reassuring squeeze which helped me keep my focus a bit. Finally around 7, I took a sip from my water bottle, but found it empty. Instinctively, I rose to go fill it again, but my bladder immediately made itself known and called for relief. I squeezed my legs together a doubled over a bit and figured it was now or never. I straightened myself out and regained my composure. I've been practicing walking with a full bladder so I wouldn't give clues to anyone else I happen to run into about my predicament and managed a very normal walk out of the office and to the restroom without too much trouble. I stared at myself in the mirror and let myself clamp my legs together to help with control. I wondered briefly how much longer I could hold, shifting my weight from one leg to the other, clamped down tight with one hand between my legs. The bathrooms on my floor are connected to the gym, supporting locker rooms and a shower, so I walked through the locker rooms and the gym just to be sure no one was around, all the while my poor bladder begging for relief. Sure that I was alone, I snuck back into the locker room and stood in the shower. I decided to torture myself a bit and decided that I would spread my legs and let my pee rush just short of the opening before clamping down. (Un)fortunately, I couldn't stop it soon enough and let a jet shoot out into my panties. I quickly went to bring my legs together and hold myself, but stopped. I shook a bit with excitement and felt my peehole quiver as it fought to regain control. I enjoyed the feeling of the slight dampness and surveyed the damage: nothing visible. I decided to let go of another burst, but I'd only managed to stop myself after about two seconds. My bladder screamed for relief as I saw the wetness slowly grow on the front of my pants and felt some minor streaks down my legs. I decided enough was enough and finally let the flood gates open as everything streamed down my legs, throughout soaking me. I could feel a bit toward the beginning collect in the crotch of my pants before it cascaded down my legs. When I was finally done, my heart was beating fast and I could feel the heat in my face. I checked over in the mirror again and loved the show of wetness; thought I was wearing black, I could see a sizable patch on my crotch, streams down my legs, and even a bit towards the bottom of my ass. I peaked out the bathroom, coast clear, and hurried back to my desk to clean up and call it a day. The building was entirely empty, but I could feel my heart with every step before finally rushing into my car. I sat in a mini high, wondering if I had actually just gone through with this, the dampness against my legs returning a resounding yes.
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  22. © Myself: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/punkrockvampire/

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  23. hi today i was doing homeworks and i drank coffee i started to need to pee and i decided to hold it while i do my homeworks after holding it for a while i go to the bathroom and since i feel naugthy i thought that i will let go a bit in my short for wet them a bit so i stand up over the toilet and i pee a bit, that make a tiny wet spot on my short... i let go a bit more but this time i cant stop it and i end up completely soaked my pant and my panties here some pics i hope you enjoy it!!
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  24. Naked hold View File Still filled with water I decided to do a naked hold after my wetting while gaming. Submitter Themaster258 Submitted 12/05/2019 Category Peeing
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  25. Um, just saw this on Tumblr, I like the video, the music is so so...
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  27. Nice, thanks for sharing. And thanks for the bonus picture of your delightful rear end! I’ll try not to be too much of a dirty old man and avoid perving over it too much.
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  28. Just found this and had to share...a Spanish language humor clip with a stunning, curvy beauty in skin tight jeans desperate to pee while talking to a guy (her boyfriend?) on a bicycle. Unfortunately I don't understand Spanish very well so I don't fully understand what's going on, but her urgent need to pee is quite apparent.
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  29. I don't know of any story but I can imagine it feeling slightly similar to peeing in the deep end of the pool except with no resistance.
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  30. Pretty sure this kills the astronaut.
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  31. A post in this thread made me think of a new fantasy. While inside the main room at the ski lodge... I would be wearing two diapers, with two pairs of lined rain/snow pants under a pair of insulated puffy ski bibs; to the point where it's obvious what I'm wearing underneath. I've just checked into my room, only to find the toilets are shared. I needed to pee after drinking plenty of water on the two-hour drive up. Unfortunately, there's a super long line filled with a group from one of the buses that just unloaded. So I decide to wait for the line to clear, and walk over (crinkling and swishing away) to a chair and sit down. Then someone, who I didn't know noticed me, comes over and sits next to me across the table. We start to chat and drink a lot of coffee and water for an hour or so. At this point I'm slowly squirming around, but my new friend keeps ordering more coffee for us, while the staff keeps refilling my water with every round. All of a sudden I feel a slight spurt go in my pants; so I quickly cross my legs, making a noticeable crinkling noise. I say "I've got to head to the bathroom, had a few too many coffees." But before I can get up, they whisper they know I'm wearing diapers and that unless I sit back down, they'll loudly ask, "Are you wearing diapers?" They tell me that I'm to follow them outside, walk to the top of the hill, and wet my pants before inner-tubing back down. As we head outside, I see there's only one inner tube left. My friend says they'll sit on my lap on the way down, just in case I try to fake wetting myself before getting back to the lodge. As we make our way up, I'm bursting beyond belief. They say I have to hold it to until the top, and they've added the condition that I wet while waiting in line to go down the hill. They'll walk behind me to ensure there's no 'trail' left in the snow. Once we reach the top, we get in line and they say I can finally let go. I begin wetting, but it lets out a loud hissing noise, so I push the inner-tube against my bibs to try to stop it. This quiets the noise, but at this point I start flooding my diaper. I feel it slowly absorbing the warmth all around, but then the line starts to move. I walk with my legs spread apart, trying to keep it going, but it's bunched up and uncomfortable. As we wait for the next group to go, I slowly pull at my thick pants, only to feel the diaper slip. Piss rushes down my right thigh, soaking into the cotton-lined nylon snow pants. The warmth causes me to let loose, fully emptying my bladder. I lean to ensure I properly wet both sides, putting my hands on my knees feeling the pee running down my legs, and starting to spread up the front of my bibs. Amazingly nothing leaks through, and the pee that didn't soak my diapers and pants pools in my boots. My friend, smiling, whispers to me, "lucky nobody was behind us just now. You're pants are sagging a little. You done?" I nodded as we made our way to the front of the line in a couple minutes. I sit down in the inner tube, and my friend sits in my lap. I was nervous about them asking why we only having one inner tube, but then I felt the warm, wet feeling all over my thighs, butt, and stomach as we sat there. The guide from the lodge then grabs our inner tube and shoves us down the hill. When we reach the lodge I’m starting to get a little cold. I say I really have to change out of my clothes, take a shower, and do some laundry. They say I need to do one more thing, inviting me up to their room. It’s on the top floor, and I see they have a shower and toilet in their room. They explain they book the room for the winter and go up every weekend, knowing people wet on the slopes. They say they did the same and noticed there’s always adult diapers in the bathroom trash, and people doing laundry, so they look for single people with bulky pants. They tell me to get in the bathtub and take off my jacket, boots, and socks; they’ve been holding the entire time and really need to go. So I lay down in the tub, unzip my bibs, and pull back my pants. The pee starts running down the front of my chest, warmly pooling around my mid-section. They stop, and tell me to zip the bibs back up. They then start pissing all over my bibs back and forth for a full minute; when they finish I stand back up, feeling the piss rush down the inside of my pants and down the drain. Now I can shower; so I take off the diapers before putting the pants and bib back on. Once the water is warm, they take the removable shower head and shove it down my bibs. As the water begins filling up my pants I see yellow liquid running out the bottom of the pants, before turning clear. I then take off the clothes and finish showering, wrap my clothes up in another towel and head downstairs to do laundry. Luckily nobody seems to notice as I start the washing machine. We go sit down next to the fire in the main lobby, and my friend tells me I’m more than welcome to do this any time, before ordering another round of coffee… Sorry for the long read, hope you enjoyed!
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  32. I can't find any video of it, but it definitely exists, I've found a few of the other parody mode cutscenes in Japanese. I'd say you could probably check for yourself, as Last Recode offers the ability to switch voice languages, but it appears that the parody mode cutscenes unlock once you've viewed the real cutscene it's based on, and this specific one is the ending of Vol. 2. Of course, I theoretically could record it, but I wouldn't have much of a place to upload it for you.
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  33. The scenarios are kind of a collaboration. Before each shoot we will have a rundown listing all the scenes we intend to film, but the ideas for those scenes come from a variety of places. Sometimes a model, like Alisha, will contact me and say, "I just had this cool idea for a scene that I would love to do." Other times members of the site will submit their suggestions. Often, I end up just looking at the location that we have available for the shoot and trying to figure out what kind of scenes we could do there. To keep things feeling more authentic and spontaneous, each scene only has a very rough description outlining the main points. The description might only say something like "Alisha gets drunk and tries to sing a song, which makes Sosha laugh so hard she pees her pants." With nothing but that rough description to go on, we will then block out the scene on location just before we shoot it. When we do shoot the scene though, none of us really have any idea how it's going to come out. The models take the description and try to follow it, but it is all completely spontaneous and unrehearsed. Sometimes the scenes follow the description fairly accurately, but other times things get off track and we end up with a scene that is entirely different than what we planned. Here is a look at how the previously described scene with the laugh wetting came out; but be warned, it contains nudity- drunk-wetting.mp4
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  34. To be honest, I used to only like wearing panties OVER diapers because I like the aspect of trying to hide this soft secret in your pants, but thanks to this topic, I now see all the good things about wearing panties underneath. Looking forward to the experiments!
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  35. Home alone Tomorrow! Give me wetting suggestions!! Where do YOU want to see me go potty....
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  36. My best friend has been playing Pokemon Sword & Shield and told me how much this Sonia character reminds her of my Trina. After seeing some of her appearances in the game I think some omorashi artwork of her is needed. Look out...
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  37. Here you go. Playing with my Small Tits and Peeing in Jean Overalls -.mp4
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  38. "Traffic Jam" has been completed and is now available in my shop for the low price of $6, considering the comic ended up being nearly 40 pages. You might notice that I lengthened the legs of her jeans to more accurately reflect the text, which implies she was wearing ankle-length denim pants during this explosive accident. It wasn't too much of a fix to make, even with how late into production the change was made, but it still means the comic that's for sale isn't the exact same one previewed here. I'm currently trying to get a complete Stephanie collection uploaded for those of you who want to buy the whole series in one swing, but besides that there's already another comic in the works that should be done before year's end as well as a few other goodies to tide y'all over during the wait. Until then I hope you enjoy the grand wet finale of the Stephanie saga!
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  39. I love going to the thrift stores looking for new outfits, funny how this kink makes your look at different fabrics and how the look wet 😉 or how pee will run down them.
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  40. Tied up

    From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    Just wanted to draw a bit of bondage and omo.
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  41. This thread parallels one of my favorite fantasies. A twenty something women (maybe with one or two other like-minded women) wakes early, includes 600 mL (about 20 Fl Oz) with breakfast. Equipped with a large water bottle (each), she (or they) drive to a park with a beach. They stop and watches ducks in a pond for a few minutes. (A former landlady wore a granny dress so her morning pee would run into the grass without being noticed – every morning.) For the next, assume the girls wear short skirts with liquid-sheading panties. She (they) rehydrate while following foot trails toward the beach. She watches sailboats from a seawall or stone garden wall (wall’s back side mostly foliage hidden). After a while she shifts to a new position; hips back of wall, elbows on knees and chin in hands. She then pees down the wall’s back side. The walk continues along the beach proper. The beach has accumulated tree trunks escaped from logging operations. Choosing a log she settles. Now she views “park goers” relaxing on inner tubes and air mattresses. Nets hanging from inner tubes contain sun screen and sodas. The flotilla looks too relaxed to bother with shore leave. Presumably, they pee as needed. The idea becomes suggestive. Our leading lady repeats her wall method, but down the tree trunk's backside. Our main character decides her black swim suit is needed. She follows the rose garden short cut. The exquisite roses deserve closer observation. At a particularly attractive bush she kneels on the grass and sits back on her ankles. Noticing she can already pee again, she releases a stream between her ankles. Reaching the car, “Maybe I didn’t need quite so much hydration!” She pulls a tire pressure meter from her handbag and squats pretending to check tire pressure. And of course what she’s really doing is. . . Retrieving her black two-piece, she changes in the parking-lot restroom. Somehow she “forgets” the restroom’s primary purpose. Again on the beach path, she notices a semi-hidden cu-de-sac between waist-high salal and taller salmon-berry. Standing between the bushes picking berries she – you know by now. Having emptied her water bottle some time earlier she throws it into recycling at the snack stand (which has conventional restrooms). After buying a replacement filtered water again “forgets” to use the restrooms. She returns to her favorite beach area. Although wading, she postpones her next bladder call. Instead she returns to the washed in tree trucks. She digs a shallow ditch between two logs and does the usual. She then covers the ditch. Not sure of so many quick fillings after effect, she puts an absorbent mat on her car seat. (Yes. I still like my washable, reusable PeePod Mat.) At home she puts an absorbent mat on her desk chair. She writes her adventures for sharing on omo.org.
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  42. On a seemingly ordinary day, Kassandra found herself enjoying her school lunch break. From home she had brought a sandwich, graham crackers, grapes, and some pomegranate juice which she had been looking forward to tasting. She sat alone today, reading her book peacefully. After some time, Kassandra finished her lunch, drank her juice, and drank several long gulps of water before embarking to math class. Early in the class, her mind drifted as she pictured herself walking through the halls. She liked to imagine herself floating just above the floor of a long, empty corridor before gently rising to the ceiling. Kassandra daydreamed further about taking a short walk through the air towards a beautiful, flowing waterfall. It invoked images of gentle mists on her skin: a pleasant escape from the stuffy classroom. But after some time, she slowly drifted back into reality with a pressing question: "Why did I drink so much juice?" Kassandra felt a slight pressure in her bladder which told her that now was not the time to relax. Especially not at a waterfall. A large, flowing waterfall which made the very air glisten with moisture. Maybe one with warm pools to bathe in below and relax all of her tired muscles... Just then, Kassandra grounded herself once again. She quickly contracted her muscles to prevent the trickle which she was almost convinced to release. Kassandra slammed her thighs together. "Not yet!", she thought to herself. She instead began to strategize the fastest way to get to the toilet to attain the release she so craved. Kassandra raised her hand. "Yes, Kassandra?", Mrs. Zillmann asked. "Can I go to the bathroom?", Kassandra replied. "Not yet, Julia has the girls' hall pass. " Mrs. Zillmann hesitated. "Is this an emergency?" Kassandra heard some muffled snickering from her peers and began actively blocking last week's incident from her mind. "No," she said. After a brief pause, Mrs. Z continued her lesson. Over 20 minutes passed, with Kassandra imagining the ghost of Julia returning the coveted hall pass. She desperately rubbed her thighs together, shifting in her seat in a desperate bid to keep her panties as dry as possible. The desperate girl stayed the course, knowing the embarrassment of holding herself like a little girl. Increasingly she found herself walking closer to that watery precipice of her dreams. A few minutes later, Kassandra heard footsteps of increasing volume heading towards her classroom. Hope of seeing Julia welled up inside of her: this was her chance! Briefly losing control, Kassandra accidentally let out a dribble before slamming her hands into her crotch. She groaned impatiently to herself, at the beginning of the end of her ability to hold on. The urine was absorbed into her thick panties before cooling against her skin. She was not about to let this happen again. She could wait for Julia's slow gait. She could make it to the distant toilet, and she could release her aching bladder in an appropriate place. At the instant Julie passed through the door, Kassandra shot up. Kassandra's rapid motion caused another small stream to leak into her damp panties, bringing them near their saturation point. The warmth lingered longer while her bladder cried for sweet relief. Kassandra, unable to avoid holding herself, quickly walked to the front of the room. She wordlessly snatched the hallpass and bolted into the corridor outside. Kassandra sped through the hallways of her high school and walked along the long, delicate tightrope which separated utter humiliation from orgasmic relief. Kassandra deviated from that path every few steps as she neared the bathroom. Brief leaks warmed the outer edges of her pussy before integrating into the moist fabric of her clothes. She could see a small spot on the front of her light jeans; it was a mark of shame she hoped to hide. The bathroom was mercifully barren, with no one else coming in or out. One insulting jet of urine later, she burst into the stall and locked the door behind her. She held herself for a few seconds to regain control. She had no time to examine the damage, but the wetness on her hand led her to believe that a baseball-sized portion of her jeans had shamefully darkened. Her slippery fingers and frantic heart rate prevented her from opening the button and zipper on the front of her jeans. At this moment, no feat of muscular strength could completely stem the flow. A continuous dribble had begun which would not subside, no matter how much she stepped from foot to foot. Shortly after that, a chilling wave swept through Kassandra's body. Her internal dam began to burst directly in front of the toilet. A loud hissing noise erupted from her panties as the yellow waterfall hit their saturated fabric. Hot pee burst down her thighs and around her ass. It passed along the backs of her ankles. Kassandra let out an audible moan; it was a combination of pleasure and embarrassment. The flow continued to burst from within her young body, pooling at her feet and drenching her sneakers in pee once again. As the hissing noise subsided and the warmth continued to spread, Kassandra felt oddly at peace. She was at her peaceful waterfall, or at least very close to it. She could stay there a few minutes before taking the walk of shame to the nurse's office for the second time. Kassandra opened her eyes as consciousness returned to her. Drifting in from her slumber to the real world, Kassandra pulled the blanket from over her body. As she moved, plastic crinkled below. She reached into her pajama pants and checked her pull-up. As expected, it was soaking wet, about to leak. Kassandra stood up and looked in the mirror before stripping her pajamas off. Her pull-up bulged and sagged below her, heavy and warm with the weight of her dreams. The once-pink flowers had made way for a yellow curtain which crept almost up to her waist. "Thank god, only a dream this time", Kassandra thought to herself before preparing to shower.
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  44. Hi, everyone. In the last month or so, Bibarel_Rei on FurAffinity was kind enough to do two more images for me after I commissioned her. As the title of this thread suggests, both are based on characters from "Zootopia". The first image is of Judy Hopps doing a sexy pee dance for Nick Wilde (with some music playing, as evident by the notes present), and the second is of Gazelle doing a photoshoot while on the toilet. As I've mentioned before: Rei's okay with me sharing images she does for me as long as it's not beyond this site. So have a look and see what you make of them:
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  45. Until the internet came along i thought i was alone
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  46. Working on multiple requests at once currently and finishing them out of order, depending on whichever I can currently make work right, so here's @Lythe's! A jackal lady having a very relieving pee behind a tree and basically making an aheago face, because I find those simultaneously sexy and amusing. XD Got a bit lazy with the background though since I'm not great at them.
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  48. I've been wanting to try something a little more public but still without being noticed so a couple of days ago I put on some place leggings and headed out on a walk. It is nearly impossible for me to pee while walking so I stopped for a moment and relaxed until I felt a warm dampness spread across my crotch, nothing to be seen though. I continued waking for a while occasionally stopping to dampen myself. I eventually sat down on a rock out mostly out of view of the nearby road. I relaxed and watched as my crotch began to glisten with wetness. I wanted it to last a while longer though so I pressed my legs together to stop it. I stood to examine the damage and found that my entire bum was soaked and there was a bit of a wet patch on the rock. Although I could feel that I was quite wet it was not all visible due to my pants being back and a sort of shiny material. I let a bit more out while standing and really had to squeeze my legs to stop it this time. I then walked around a bit more and was able to let a bit out while walking which was an amazing feeling. I then went back to the rock and decided to let a good amount out. I relaxed until my pee was gushing out of me and the. I used all my strength to stop it. I stood and saw that it had run down the rock to the ground. My bum and the backs of my legs were soaked but only about halfway down my thighs since I had been sitting. I then relaxed while standing up and watched my glistening pee run down my legs until it reached my knees. At which point I squeezed my thighs together to stop it. I then sat on the rock and relaxed until I was empty. I then stood and examined my pants. They felt completely drenched but you would have to look really close to see that they were wet. I was able to push out a bit more while standing and on the way walking home I continued to periodically dampen my crotch. Once I got home I let out a few more spurts and cleaned up.
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