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  1. 11 points
    Over the past few days I've been partying, having an excellent time, and peeing in a lot of places I shouldn't... Mainly my panties. So last night I was at a house party, a friends 18th. Everyone was drinking and having a great time, I witnessed many people try and inconspicuously sneak off into bushes to relieve their bladders, many streams were flowing in the open of my friends back yard and I had to try and keep my eyes to myself not to seem too obvious. My friend who was having the party was very drunk so her, a few other girls and I decided to go to her bathroom together, as girls do. None of them had to pee other then me but they all just wanted to join. As I pulled down my panties and started to piss loudly into the toilet their faces changed, as they were suddenly realising just how bad they had to go... But unfortunately for them I had to do some extra business so they had to wait until my bowels were empty too. The birthday girl stood with her hand between her crotch desperately dancing, shuffling from foot to foot in order to distract herself from her aching bladder. The other girl pulled up her skirt and down her panties to her knees, in order to avoid mess. She stood right in front of me while I was on the toilet, her vagina was right in line with my face, but she didn't mind as she was so desperate to go. I tried to hurry as I genuinely felt bad, but as I was almost finishing the girl with her panties down started to dribble onto the floor in front of me. Her thighs pressed together instinctively but the flow couldn't be stopped and she pissed all over herself right in front of me. It was hard not to show my obvious interest, she was so embarassed but once she had finished going she laughed it off and started to clean up. Seeing my friends mess the birthday girl couldn't hold it and she ran to the shower and squated down. Her loud hissing stream started to hit the tiles and she sighed in relief. She peed for about a minute and a half and I wondered how she didn't realise she was desperate, I suppose alcohol does that to you. After she had finished pissing she lost her balance and fell right into her puddle, making her tight red dress very noticeably wet... The two girls then showered together and got in some fresh clothes, and I finished my business.... It was very hard not to be too aroused by the unfortunate but laughable situation.
  2. 6 points
    Oh, I also forgot to mention: after finishing these three images, it's back to Off-Limits! for another update!
  3. 5 points

    Fidgety Freya

    Fidgety Freya Choir finals. Freya sat holding her order of events in her sweating hands. Her hair and make up pristine, her white blouse spotless and her black suit trousers with silver stars perfectly fitted. Last on the list. She could do this. She wasn’t going to let nerves get the better of her now even though her throat felt like it would close it was so dry and her stomach was in knots. She’d expected to be backstage while the other choirs were on stage where she could relax and do last minute preparations, not sitting in the middle of a row of twenty others in the audience nervously watching every other choir before going on. What sort of set up was this? It hadn’t been like this for the semis or quarter finals but there wasn’t much she could do. Every choir was in the same position except the first on so clearly the rules had been changed. The curtain drew and the first choir stood arranged neatly in height order. They started every so slightly off key but by the second line they were more relaxed and settled. Freya sipped her water as she listened intently. They were good, though quite an acquired taste, and she knew that starting first was very much a disadvantage as the judges and audience would likely forget them as time went on. Freya clapped as they finished and bowed before leaving the stage. The host spoke for a few minutes and then introduced the second choir of the evening. Freya sipped more water as her throat felt drier than she could ever remember. She had to loosen her vocal chords before it was her turn to sing. This wasn’t just about being part of a team as she had a lead solo to perform and she intended to be note perfect. By the fourth choir Freya shifted in her seat. Her bladder twinged a little, most likely due to increasing nerves. She took a few deep breathes and finished her water. Another three choirs and then it would be her turn. The fifth choir was introduced and filled onto the stage. There seemed to be hundreds of them! It took almost five minutes for them all to get into place, during which Freya felt another twinge. She shifted in her seat again. Krista whispered, ‘you ok?’ ‘Yeah just nervous.’ Finally the fifth choir began their songs. The first, a jazzy, bouncy piece that made Freya smile and clap along, the second a more moving slow piece making the audience gasp with emotion. They were good, very good. Freya shifted again, nerves really setting in now. She felt uncomfortable, as if the cushioned flip down seat was suddenly made of nails. At first she couldn’t understand it but then her foot caught her empty water bottle sending it rolling towards the seat in front. She closed her eyes for a second recalling just how much water she had drank in the last few hours. Her hands moved to her bladder and she gently rubbed as another twinge made her shuffle towards the side of the seat. It wasn’t nerves, she suddenly realised: she was needing a wee. Well this wasn’t a good thing, not at all. As the sixth choir filled the stage and formed a pattern that intrigued her, Freya couldn’t help crossing her legs. It looked awkward on a chair that folded up in the old grand concert hall. Freya wasn’t particularly caring. There was still this choir and another before hers and her mind turned from listening to the choir to trying to think if she had noticed toilets on her way in. There had to be plenty in a concert hall this size, it was just a matter of where. The issue wasn’t just that the row was too long to slip out easily it was where the rows were that was an issue too. All the competing choirs had been sat right behind the stage to the right where the audience of over a thousand people could watch their every move. Not only that but TV cameras panned frequently looking to catch expressions of worry, nerves, smiles or delight. It just wasn’t an option to get out and find a toilet right now. She had to forget that idea and put any bodily needs out her mind. If only her body understood that and co-operated. Finally the sixth choir exited the stage and the penultimate choir made their way forwards. Freya couldn’t stop herself fidgeting, initially leaning forwards with her ankles crossed under her chair, then crossing her legs in front of her, then bouncing a knee or swinging her legs. Little shivers ran through her body and she couldn’t get comfortable at all. Thankfully the others in her row were restless too as final nerves set in as a concert hall usher guided them out of their seats and behind the curtain backstage ready to go on stage any minute. Freya touched the arm of the usher as he passed. The usher turned towards her and Freya quietly asked: ‘Excuse me, could you show me to the nearest bathroom please?’ ‘Sorry Mam, there’s no time for that right now, though do come and find me when you get off stage and I’ll take you then. Good luck mam. I hope you do well.’ Freya wasn’t sure wether to be angry, shocked or embarrassed. Either way she had no time at all to dwell on it as she was gently pushed by fellow choir members along the line backstage. Suddenly she heard clapping from the audience and knew she was about to be watched by over a thousand people plus cameras whilst bursting for the toilet. This wasn’t how she planned to be remembered! Freya fidgeted from foot to foot as the host introduced the final choir. The choir were silent and standing ready for the curtain to once again open and the choir master was centre with his back to the audience. Sweat formed on Freya’s brow. How could she sing with such a full bladder? This was a disaster! The audience clapped as the first introductory notes played and Freya pressed her thighs together grateful for someone in front of her, at least for this song. She bit her lip and concentrated on holding her bladder without showing it as she sang as well as she could under the circumstances. Her trousers felt so tight, her bladder swollen with fluids now. A pause before the music for the second song started and the choir reformed into a new position to allow Freya to walk forwards to be centre stage. The spotlights shone down on her as she struggled with a strong urge to relax and pee. Instead she tensed everywhere she could and tried to think about her singing. She absolutely couldn’t wet herself in front of so many people regardless how badly she had to go. The first lines were awful. Off pitch, off key and a clear sign of the stress Freya was under. She fidgeted under the lights trying to focus as her bladder raged inside her for release. A choir member close by whispered: “Relax Freya. You can do this.” Freya breathed. She concentrated and forgot herself. She thought about what this meant to her, how long she had wanted this, how desperate she was to win...and she began to relax. As she sang with her eyes fixed ahead, caught in the moment, with cameras from all angles, microphones catching every note and a thousand set of eyes on her alone, she felt a warmth between her legs. She was leaking. She tensed and immediately her voice box tensed and she hit another wrong note. She relaxed again and another dribble ran into her knickers. As Freya closed her eyes, lost in the moment, fully focussed on singing her solo, encompassed entirely by the atmosphere and the music, her body and mind fully committed to her performance, there was nothing left to fight against her swollen bladder. Warm urine pooled into Freya’s underwear, down the inside of her legs and into her high heeled shoes. She couldn’t think about it, she had to keep on signing like everything was perfect. She couldn’t leave, or run or even cover herself. Urine ran faster and faster showing in the crotch of her trousers and forming a dark patch right down both legs. Still Freya remained in the moment, signing for all she was worth, giving her all to the show. By the time the song finished Freya’s body had emptied. Her battle was over. Her show was complete. She walked off stage as if what happened was perfectly normal. The choir was silent until they reached a corridor heading back to their seats in the audience. Freya remained silent, her thoughts completely elsewhere to where her fellow singers were. The usher caught her eye. He walked towards her looking rather emotional. ‘Wow. That has to be the most incredible solo I have ever heard. You were completely entranced in that song, utterly connected and one with the music. You radiated out there. Congratulations. Now would you like me to show you the ladies before you slip back to your row?’ Freya fidgeted again, this time with embarrassment. With her head lowered she solemnly whispered: ‘I wet myself. When I was signing. I had to relax and...’ The usher stood with his mouth agag as his eyes drifted to Freya’s soaked clothing. He froze there then a minute later shook himself back to reality. ‘Right. Well I’ll take you to the...emm...changing rooms instead shall I?’ ‘Yes. But I need back quick before they announce the winner.’ As they walked towards the changing room Freya swore she heard the usher mumble under his breathe: ‘My God she’s a winner in my book that’s for sure!’
  4. 3 points
  5. 3 points
    29$ comission: An anthro coyote in need to pee, bladder xray included
  6. 3 points

    Version 1.0.0

    80 downloads

    Hey their, wanted to share a video of mine, even gets me goin a bit re-watching it.. re-living that release. A little bit of "dick" at the end, fair warning. Anywhoo... quick back story and what this video is, I had been holding all day and had really weakened my abilities to have control of my bladder. I dampened a couple pairs of pants before this video; Leaking heavily but stopping it before this flood. It caught me by surprise with multi-tasking of taking a video while losing control and wetting myself fully.. I say "oh shit" once I see the puddle spreading out of control on my floor and grab a towel to stop the spread into my home. I barley had time to hit record by the time I was losing it. Hope ya enjoy.

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  7. 2 points

    Wetting At Work

    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.
  8. 2 points

    From the album: Munio 2019

    © 2019 Munio

  9. 2 points
    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!!
  10. 2 points

    oddities

    Why don’t you want to share what book it is?
  11. 2 points

    Short Kanon Pee Fanfic

    Yo, this is just a short little one-shot I wrote about the Kanon anime that I thought I would share here. Honest (but constructive) comments and opinions are welcome! I may write more of these in the future. NOTE: "Flower" is my way of saying a girl's lower private area, as I just feel more comfortable referring to it as that. Yes, call me childish if you want. :P Anyway, I hope you like this! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shiori was desperately clenching her flower, her bladder feeling like it was about to burst. She whimpered a bit from the pain in her abdomen, and clumsily ran to the nearest bush to relieve herself. However, her plan was ruined, as she noticed two students walking nearby. She yelped quietly, before trying her best to hide and to not be spotted. She knew that she would be in big trouble if any other student besides Yuuichi saw her outside of the school, as she could easily be blamed for trespassing. Shiori actually attended this school before, but since it was only for one day most of the students wouldn't know that, and they most likely wouldn't believe her claims since she wasn't wearing the school uniform. They'd most likely report her to the nearest teacher, and she knew it wasn't the best idea for her mom to get involved. She wasn't even supposed to be outside anyway, but she had constantly been sneaking out just to see her sister. However, after she met Yuuichi, she then had another reason to visit. These thoughts swarmed around in her mind as she cautiously poked her head out of the bush to get a closer look at the two students. One had dark blue hair in a ponytail, and the other had very light brown hair. They were just standing in place, seeming to be having a conversation, but Shiori couldn't make out much from her distance. However, Shiori didn't really care about what they were talking about. The only thing she cared about was emptying her full bladder, which was beginning to hurt more and more. She clenched her flower even tighter to help herself hold it in, and wished that they would just go back inside the school. She didn't even know what they were doing outside at this time. "It's lunchtime.. Shouldn't they be eating..?" She thought in frustration. She then looked over at the two students again, and saw the brown-haired girl open her mouth and speak. The blue-haired girl didn't reply, she just simply nodded her head in apparent agreement to whatever had just been said. Shiori's urge to urinate was overpowering, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to take it for much longer. Fortunately, much to her relief, the two students seemed to be finally walking back towards the entrance of the school. However, for Shiori, they weren't walking fast enough. Shiori urged them to go faster in her mind, but they seemed to be sticking to the same pace. Suddenly, they stopped as the brown-haired girl turned her head to look at her potential friend, before running off to the left direction. Shiori guessed she had forgotten something, as the blue-haired girl watched her run for a brief moment before continuing to walk towards the school. The blue-haired student was far enough away from Shiori to no longer be a problem, but she didn't know about the brown-haired one. The fact that she didn't know her exact location kind of worried her, but her bladder was not going to allow her to hold it in any longer. Shiori let out another yelp from pain, before hurriedly pulling down her pants and panties and squatting down. Almost immediately after, a heavy stream of urine began flowing out of her flower, as she felt the most amount of relief she had ever felt before. She sighed from the pleasant feeling, as her bladder continued to empty itself onto the now yellow snow. Some of her urine melted the snow below, revealing the grass that had been covered by it prior. She then noticed that due to the way her shawl was dangling from her, a small portion of it had gotten wet from her urine. She sighed in frustration, before trying to move her shawl out of the way while blushing slightly. She could tell her bladder was almost finally empty due to the stream weakening in strength, and as she was beginning to wonder what she would wipe herself with, she suddenly heard a noise. She instinctively looked towards the direction the sound was coming from, as she desperately urged her bladder to finish emptying itself. The feeling of panic and dread took over her entire mind, before the brown-haired girl from before emerged from the bushes in front of her, before stopping in her tracks with a hand full of two boxed lunches. Both of their eyes widened, as they stared at each other in an awkward fashion. By then, nothing but tiny yellow droplets were coming out of Shiori's flower, and she could feel her entire face becoming red from intense embarrassment. The brown-haired stranger was also blushing, but obviously less so. However, instead of instantly freaking out like Shiori had feared, the girl instantly tried to regain her composure, managing to smile awkwardly. "I... I'm sorry for walking in on you..!" The stranger managed to stammer out in the most normal tone she could manage in this kind of situation. Shiori was very surprised, to say the least. She didn't know how to respond to this girl, or even know what to do. She didn't want to pull up her panties and pants, due to her flower still being dripping wet. However, she didn't want to just leave her private area exposed like this either. All she could manage to do was remain in her squatting position in silence. "U-um.." The girl struggled to form her sentence. "You don't have anything to wipe yourself with, do you? I have some tissues, if that would be okay.. I know that this isn't their main purpose but.." She then looked down briefly in slight embarrassment before looking back at her and finishing her sentence. "I think it would do..!" Shiori could tell that this girl was trying to be as polite as possible by not looking towards her private area. She didn't want to have to be forced to accept this girl's offer, but knowing that it was better than having wet panties for the rest of the day, she hesitatingly nodded in agreement. The stranger smiled in response, before reaching into her pockets to pull out some tissues. "I don't have many, but it should be enough, ahaha." She stated in the same kind and caring tone, although the sudden laugh made the current situation seem even more awkward for Shiori. The girl then began slowly walking towards Shiori, as Shiori looked away in embarrassment, still not being able to speak. "Here you go!" The student stood as far away from Shiori as possible to respect her privacy, but also close enough to where she could hand her the tissues. She reached the tissues out to Shiori, who grabbed them with a constant bright red face, before realizing that she was too shy to wipe herself in front of someone else. She looked at the stranger in an effort to maybe subtely hint that she wanted her to look away, but the girl apparently didn't understand. "O-oh! I can do it for you if you want!" The girl offered, but Shiori didn't quite understand what she meant. Well.. That is.. Until the stranger took the tissues from her hand and squatted down in front of her flower. "A-ah!" Shiori managed to gasp out a single sound, but before she could resist, the girl began gently wiping her dry after laying down the two boxed lunches on the snow beside her. Shiori closed her eyes tightly, the feeling of embarrassment becoming stronger and stronger by the second. She was beginning to regret sneaking out of her house to stand outside of the school now. However, the feeling of embarrassment was suddenly starting to vanish, and in its place was a feeling she had never felt before. She slowly opened her eyes to see the stranger carefully wiping her, before the girl looked up at her and smiled. Shiori then quickly looked away, as she felt her flower becoming completely dry. The girl then stood up with the comforting smile still on her face, as she left the now yellow colored tissues on the snow below her. "Are you better now? Did I do it right?" The girl asked, seeming to be concerned. Shiori nodded her head to both questions, before slowly pulling up her pants and panties. She had her head facing downwards for a moment, before looking upwards to see the girl still having that same smile. She wasn't even angry at her for misunderstanding her hint, as she had somehow enjoyed the feeling of her wiping her dry. "Once again, I'm sorry for walking in on you like that!" The girl apologized once more before picking up the lunches. "I'm going to have to go now, Mai is probably becoming impatient! Don't want her to come looking for me, ahaha!" She continued, laughing in that same awkward way. The girl turned around as if to begin running off towards the direction of the school entrance, before turning back around to face Shiori. "I'm Sayuri! I hope we meet each other again soon! Maybe I can even introduce you to Mai one day! You'll just have to be patient with her!" For some reason, Sayuri wasn't even questioning why a girl with no school uniform was near the entrance, but Shiori was thankful for this. Sayuri then waved, before running off towards the school's entrance. Shiori then realized that she hadn't told Sayuri her own name. But then again, she didn't ask for Shiori's name either. She figured that she could tell her the next time they happened to meet; hopefully in less embarrassing circumstances. Shiori sighed, not being able to believe that all that had just happened. However, she really wanted to meet this Sayuri girl again. She gave her a feeling that Shiori was not used to.. But it was a feeling that she wanted to experience more of. She walked out from behind the bush, standing in the usual spot she had always waited for her sister, and for Yuuichi. While waiting for Yuuichi to give her her daily visit, she realized that she now had yet another reason to come back to this school tomorrow.
  12. 2 points

    Request art from me!

    Here's one of Obstagoon for @LydiaPrower8! Yes, though there's no guarantee I'll do all requests, since I'm just doing whatever sounds most fun of the current requests or whatever I'm currently able to make work. XD But you could always suggest something for me to add to my list if you want!
  13. 2 points
    thank you i hope i could wet myself soon
  14. 2 points
    I felt really bad about the seat! I genuinely didn't mean to do it as I stated at the start of the story, and yes I cleaned the chair to the best of my ability. It was relatively late so I'm not sure if there would have been another showing in the cinema
  15. 2 points
    I really hope that this is just an elaborate fantasy and you haven't actually been sexually abused for so long that you developed Stockholm syndrome and think it's okay. If you have, I'm so sorry. This isn't normal and it is not alright, even if you feel like it is.
  16. 2 points
    If you even kind of possibly think that there's even a little bit of the smallest chance that a video like this is "real," DO NOT post it here or anywhere else. Not only is it unethical, sociopathic, and illegal, but it will get you irrevocably banned. Unless it comes from a known website with named models or an amateur producer who has other videos where she's clearly in on it, stay far away from it and keep it far away from here. That said, this is indeed fake. Do not take chances in the future though.
  17. 2 points
    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!
  18. 2 points
    4shared isn't a dodgy site though. I've used it a lot in the past. That being said, I went ahead and grabbed it.
  19. 2 points
    I really like the idea of going to meet somebody and texting them updates about how badly I need to pee, so that when I arrive they know how desperate I am and then deliberately delay me from finding relief. Also, the thought of meeting a female work colleague or client at a train station after a long journey then having to ask them for 20p so I can get into the toilets is really hot, especially if they don't have it and we have to carry on our journey together on a long train ride with no toilets, holding an achingly full bladder when they know how badly I want to pee. A few years ago my gf at the time came by train to visit me and ended up desperate during the last hour or so of her journey, and was sending me updates on WhatsApp about how badly she needed to go. Its not like she knew it turned me on either, I think it was just helping her wait and keeping her occupied as she was trying not to think about how long was left. It was around a 4 hour journey in total involving two separate trains as well as a long journey on the London underground, and she had not peed since leaving her house earlier that morning as she hated using public toilets and would not even consider using the toilets on the trains or at the stations. It started off with her writing at the end of a message 'and now I need a wee, brilliant' so I started teasing her, sending her gifs of waterfalls or writing stupid things like 'drip drop drip drop' and 'cross your legs!', but after a while it was clear that she was really needing to go quite badly and she began to get really annoyed so I became more sympathetic! With about 20 minutes left to go before she arrived at my local station I think she was really struggling and as there were no toilets on this train she was now seriously desperate for a wee. She wrote 'Don't you understand, I need the TOILET' so I suggested she could use the toilets at the train station. She wrote 'I'm not weeing in a public toilet at a train station' and I said that we'd still have to walk back to my place from the station and stop off at a supermarket to get food first. She wrote back 'Right well I'll just have to wet myself then'. I met her at the station and when she finally arrived she was frantic to pee, even doing a cute little pee dance while inserting her ticket to get through the barriers, and we ended up walking straight back to mine instead of going shopping. She ran straight to the bathroom when we got home but then discovered there was no toilet paper left (I lived in a shared house and nobody had bothered to replace it) so had to wait at the bathroom door dancing from foot to foot and bobbing up and down with her hand pressed into the crotch of her skinny jeans while I went and found a new toilet paper roll. When I finally found one she practically grabbed it out of my hand and rushed inside the bathroom for one of the longest wees I've ever heard in my life, followed by a loud sigh of relief!
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    みゃ

  21. 1 point
    One thing I have always had a fantasy about is a man I really like who is for some reason coming to my home or place of work either because he’s my significant other or maybe we are going on a date or even to a business event...whatever it is we have each other’s mobile phone numbers and we have a relationship that we feel able to text. I am already at the place we are meeting, either home or work and he texts me today he is on his way but he’s an hour away or something like that. I reply to have a safe journey and keep me updated so everything is ready for his arrival. The next time he texts me he says something like ‘train is busy and warm but thankfully buffet trolley made it through and I have plenty coffee and water. Running on time so far.’ The next update gets more interesting as he texts ‘making good progress. Should be with you in around 45 minutes. Train still really busy and worried about losing my seat if I go to find the toilet so think i’ll wait a bit. See you soon.’ we continue to text when his next one reads: ’tnink i’ll Need to try find that toilet after all. Crossed legged but at a table with someone asleep beside me so hoping they wake soon so I can get out.’ Next its: ’they are still snoring and my leg is tapping. The train is mobbed too so nit sure if I could actually get out to find the toilet even if I tried. Will need to keep holding but it’s getting uncomfortable now. Nightmare!’ a while later ’i need to pee a lot! I’m going to wake the person next to me and try find the toilet. I’ll text again soon but should be with you in less than half an hour now.’ followed by ’well that didn’t work! Woke neighbour. Squeezed past, squashing my hard and full bladder, navigated past crowds through three carriages to find the only toilet is out of order. Back on my seat and bursting! I know you are only five minutes walk from city station but any idea if there are toilets there? Struggling now!’ Of course I text back to encourage him that he’s doing great, he can hold on, i’m Proud of him and that the station do have loos BUT he needs a 20p coin to get through the turnstiles and they don’t give change. His next text reads: ’damn! I have every flipping coin here except a 20p! Glad the table is disguising the fact i’m having to hold myself. So desperate to pee. Will I have time to pee before we leave? I really HAVE to.’ I reply that he should do and I can meet him at the station if he wants. Of course he replies ‘yes., but bring a 20p coin! I just hope I can hold this until I get to the station. Absolutely bursting!’ Sometimes I imagine I meet him, see him incredibly desperate but provide that 20p or other times I don’t have one either and he has to struggle to my house or place of work moaning to me how he’s about to piss himself and what he had to do to keep holding. Anyway, that was a long story to say that text updates really can be a huge turn on and wondered if anyone else felt the same? Something about sharing the situation together, feeling like I can encourage and sympathise with them and the fact people are often freer on a message than in real life? Plus imagination really helps too. Anyone else?
  22. 1 point

    Are you listening?

    I've recently moved in with a girlfriend. (I've been dominated by males up to now) She is not into Omo yet, but I'm working on it!. One of many turn-ons I have since being with her is listening to her pee, usually without her knowing. I listen outside the bathroom door. A couple of times she's come to the bathroom when I'm there, brushing my teeth before bed or something similar. She'll say summat like sorry I'm bursting and sit on the toilet and go. I find this a real turn on, but haven't told her yet!
  23. 1 point
    Some time ago I had a job interview for the accounts department of a local company. I dressed in my business suit of jacket and pencil line skirt with a cream blouse. The skirt was about 4 inches above the knee. Black heels, about 2 inches, and natural coloured tights (panty hose) and black panties. Over the panties but under the tights I wore Always Discreet pull ups. There was another girl and a guy up for the job. When I went in I wanted a pee but not desperate. The interview board was made up of two guys and one women. Whilst I was standing waiting to be told to sit I had a couple of little spurts into my panties. During the interview I flashed my legs, crossing and uncrossing them and sat with my knees just slightly apart. I noticed that one of the guys was very interested! I slowly filled the pull ups starting with little spurts and then letting it flow. Sitting there peeing and thinking "If you only knew what I'm doing" filled me with confidence and gave me a feeling of superiority over the three interviewers. It was amazing! When I got up at the end of the interview I could feel the pad bulging full of pee between my legs. I went to the ladies and disposed of the soaking pull ups in the bin. My panties were wet and I had to smell them (I've mentioned elsewhere my fondness for the smell of pee) before putting them in my bag and putting on a clean pair I had with me. The tights and my skirt were completely dry of course. The guy got the job, but I really enjoyed the experience. I often have a pee in public whilst wearing a pad. One day I hope to have the guts to do it without protection!
  24. 1 point
    @subexpose1983 (on twitter) likes to be exposed, so I requested he hold and pee in his pants tim-green-piss-order.mov
  25. 1 point
    I second these, this site could always use more birb omo!
  26. 1 point
    I just love to pee through my panties. I take the pull up off carefully. This leaves the soaking panties on me. That is what I like after feeling the pull up and panties filling up
  27. 1 point
    Got another chance to wet myself! Enjoy!
  28. 1 point

    real hidden cam or staged?

    You can as long as you know the source is consensual. If there's no evidence of that, do not post.
  29. 1 point
    In the anime Terra Formars, there's a wetting in episode 3. It's animated pretty well actually. But the only problem you might have with it is that it's a fear wetting without any desperation.. It's in the beginning of the episode if anyone's interested though Edit: Just found that someone was kind enough to provide the scene on youtube-
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    As requested in a thread! I hope it isn't a reupload - if it is, then it has no reason to be re-uploaded.

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  31. 1 point
    I just love spank-wettings. I do. Don't you? This is sooo close to what I like. In this instance, let's go over the pluses and minuses of this video. Plus: Cute bum over the knee (no doubt). Loss of control during the spanking or in-between a short spank break. Sweet but firm spanking. Knee high socks...... Minus: Too much talk during the punishment. Especially this guy. His voice bothers me (recommended mute after wetting, although her whimpers are fantastic). Small bladder. Panties to knee should be soaked. *Sorry for being an unnecessary critic, but for the love of spank wettings....I must. The positives outweigh the negatives. Please enjoy. Also, please share with me anything in relation to this. pantyspank.mp4
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    This is definitely one of my go to videos, probably for what she says at the end. Girls piss in and on jeans - H - MOTHERLESS.COM.mp4
  34. 1 point
    I wouldn't work there. Period. Those are not humane conditions. Organize a strike I'd say, do something about it. Unionize, protest, whatever.
  35. 1 point
    I love Tam Tam South, and this is one of my absolute faves...she is chatting with someone on the computer and is determined to ignore the urgent signals from her bladder...the way she holds herself and moves her body around drives me wild. Of course she winds up peeing on the floor. One of many great ones from her! http://www.eroprofile.com/m/videos/view/HotelCarpetDesperation
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    Ex-Girlfriend Bedwetting

    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!
  38. 1 point

    Version 1.0.0

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    2 attractive Japanese girls get disturbed by men trying to have a desperate pee then have to walk around to find a quieter place which causes a bit of panty wetting

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    Various Japanese girls flash their panties and other bits then pee for the camera

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  40. 1 point
    Great sequence of photos, from dry, to a little issue, to well wetted. Thanks!
  41. 1 point

    Tied up

    I'm not drooling, you are!
  42. 1 point

    Pon de Replay

    I wake up with a jolt to discover two things: I need to pee, urgently, and the car isn’t moving. Behind and in front of us and all around us are cars at a standstill. My bladder is on fire—I must have slept through that rest stop where I was planning to pee. I cross my legs and try to put my mind off of it. Can you really blame me for falling asleep? We’d been at a concert the day before, all of us in a state of chemical, euphoric haze, and barely slept. My throat was parched when I woke up and I’d downed a “repair beer” and a bottle of water. Now, I’m far too sober and all too aware. I kind of wish I’d been drunk and skunked out of my mind, then I might have just let go and not even noticed. “Hey Alex, w-why aren’t we moving?” I ask. My voice breaks and I hate it. I’m in the back seat alone. She’s in front with my other mate Mark. “Don’t know, munchkin,” she says, all sweet. It’s an affectionate nickname and normally I enjoy it, but for some reason it grinds my gears today. I grit my teeth, bite my cheek to take some of the sting out my bladder. “But we’ve been barely moving for the past hour. You were lights out so we just let you sleep.” I shift uncomfortably. I can feel my bladder digging into the waistband of my jeans. They were not ripped when I bought them, but sometime last night, they must have snagged on something, or maybe I just fell down. There’s a hole where the knee was supposed to be and dirt around my ankles. I’m twenty-eight and getting too old for this shit. “Why, something the matter?” Mark asks from the front seat. “I kind of have to pee,” I say meekly. “Scratch that, not kind of. I really, really need to piss quite badly.” “Aw,” Alex says. “We both peed at the rest stop but we just let you sleep through it. Sorry.” “I told you not to have that huge bottle of water,” Mark says. “Oh, fuck off,” I say. The situation is absurd. I give a weak chuckle. It’s one of those if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry situations. I give up on modesty and grip myself between the legs. Better that than piss my pants. Suddenly, the car moves forward. It’s all of five seconds before we’re at a standstill again, but it’s enough. I lean forward involuntarily as the car moves, and when it stops I slam back in my seat. As my butt hits the seat I feel a warmth between my legs. I grip furiously and manage to stem the flow, but my panties definitely feel wet. “It’s started,” I say weakly. “No, we just moved up one spot. Doesn’t look like we’re getting out of this anytime soon,” Alex says. “No, I mean I started… My bladder, I… I just peed myself a little.” “Please don’t pee in my seats,” Alex says. “I’m trying,” I say, gripping myself tighter and scissoring my legs. It feels like I’m packing a balloon in my abdomen ready to pop. “But I might not have a choice if this doesn’t let up. And it’s kind of your fault for not waking me up!” “Sorry,” Alex says again. She cranes her neck back to look at my sorry state, then shakes her head, seems to make up her mind, unbuckles her seat belt and crawls awkwardly between the front seats to sit with me. “Hey, what are you doing?” Mark calls out from the drivers’ seat. “Moral support,” Alex says. “My sister needs me.” She’s not really my sister, but I appreciate the sentiment. “Besides, it’s more for my own benefit than anything else. Can’t afford to have someone clean the piss stains out of the seats.” Scratch that, she’s definitely my sister, because only a sister would be so cruel. Alex yanks one of my hands out of my lap and squeezes it. It’s a supportive gesture, I suppose, but she seems unaware of the precarious grip I have on my bladder. As I let go of the furious squeeze between my legs, I lose it for a moment, and another trickle leaks out. It seeps slowly through my panties and into my jeans. I blush. I don’t dare look down until Alex says, “Oh my god, she just leaked!” and I see that there’s a small wet spot on my jeans. I struggle on for another quarter of an hour, but it’s really a losing struggle. Every few minutes, I’m wracked by a powerful spasm, and I squeeze, bite my lip, beg the heavens and lean forward, to no avail. A little leaks out, warming the cooling wetness between my legs. If it wasn’t so embarrassing, it would almost be pleasurable. The cool, clammy fabric, starting to get itchy and uncomfortable, suddenly warming up—combine that with the momentary relief and I’m getting flashbacks to last night’s high. Alex is alternatively whispering soothing words and begging me to not piss in her car as if I could just decide not to and just, not. It’s no use: by twenty minutes, there’s a dinner-plate sized wet spot on my pants, extending from my crotch halfway down my thighs towards my knees. My bum is damp and some must have soaked into the seat already. The pain is getting worse. We’re not moving. I’m stuck in my personal hell and, as a little more trickles out, warming my bum and between my legs, I lower my shoulders and reflect: It could be worse. Right? I could be having to deal with this forever, but it’s going to be over soon. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my lower back. It feels like somebody has just stuck a knee in my back and bent me on over it. I can’t handle this. I lean forwards and the pain gets worse, and I make a fateful decision: it’s gone on too long. With tears of pain in my eyes, I push, and I feel the urine rushing out. The pain abates, and I watch in morbid curiosity as some of the pee arcs up from the pressure, straight through my panties and jeans, a little fountain between my legs, puddling in my lap and rushing down—Alex: “Oh my god she’s peeing!”—damn right I’m peeing, bitch! One stream goes between my legs, soaking into the fabric of the seat, another goes down one of my thighs, creeping towards my soaks, which have up until now been blessedly spared of golden water. A third trickles down between my bum cheeks, and I don’t know if it’s just the relief or if there’s a perverted part of me I never knew about, but damn if it doesn’t feel good. I moan as the last of it trickles out, and now my entire lower half from the waistband to the knees, and under the butt, is soaking wet. It squelches in the seat as I move around, squirming like an echo of the previous half-hour’s struggle. The lower half of my shirt is wet. My panties are soaked, my jeans are ruined, the seat is ruined, and I’m free. Free of the pain and the struggle. I’m warm and wet and it’s all over. “It’s okay,” Alex says, trying to inject some warmth into her voice to hide the insincerity. Of course it’s not okay, but bless her for trying. I slump back in my seat and close my eyes. “I’m going back to sleep,” I say. I wake up with a jolt to discover two things: I need to pee, urgently, and the car isn’t moving. A powerful wave of deja vu hits me. I’ve been here before. Have you ever wished you could get a do-over? Go back in time thirty minutes to undo one of the worst mistakes of your life, now wiser and more mature? Perhaps this is one of those situations. Perhaps it was all just a bad dream. But I definitely need to pee, very badly. We’re definitely still stuck in a traffic jam. And what if you went back in time only to discover that there was nothing you could do to avoid your mistake? What if you were just stuck in a loop of error and misfortune, like it was all preordained? Better not to think like that. Be zen. I close my eyes, place my hands in my lap, and try to meditate. Mind over matter. There’s nothing your body will do that your mind doesn’t will to happen. Omomomomomomom… I repeat the mantra to myself like some goddamned Buddhist monk until I feel a wave of relief wash over me. My shoulders slink back, the pressure between my legs abates, my bum gets warm—wait. Shit, I’m peeing! I try to clamp it off, but my body’s gone soft and unresponsive and I can’t snap out of my zen-induced incontinence quite in time. I open my eyes and let out a little cry as I notice that my entire crotch is wet and there’s some pee on the seat. “What’s wrong?” Alex calls out from the front seat. “I really really need to pee and some just came out, that’s what’s wrong!” I yell. Alex takes a look back and her eyes linger on the shameful state of my crotch. “Oh dear,” she says. “I’m sorry, but I can’t...” I begin to say, and then it starts again. It’s like a faucet. It’s just like last time, in the bad dream. I can hold on until I leak enough that my crotch is covered in pee, but no more. It bursts out of my panties and starts soaking into my jeans. This time, it trickles all the way down to my right knee, and I feel warm droplets of urine grace the uncovered skin. It’s the knee with the rip. I close my eyes and try to shut out the confused yelling from Alex in the front. I’ve pissed myself again. I feel myself tearing up and let out a sob or two. This is so monumentally unfair. What cruel god would give me the chance again just to watch me fail twice over? I wake up with a jolt to discover two things. Fuck no. No, no, no. I’m back where I started, again. We’re still stuck, I’m still about to wet my pants like a little girl, and nothing’s changed. My heart is beating faster and faster, my hands are clammy, I leak, my panties are clammy, I’m panicking. This can’t be happening. The universe is malfunctioning. I’m stuck in a nightmare on repeat. I can’t deal. I just can’t. Without even thinking about it, I push, and the urine starts flowing again. I’m almost getting used to the curious warmth emanating from between my legs, nodding at the little squelch when my wet butt slides against the puddle underneath me, slowly soaking into the seat. I block out the confused yells from the front seat, like, check that, that happened again… Let’s just get this over with. I wake up with a jolt. Okay. Deep breath. I’ve seen Groundhog Day and Edge of Tomorrow. I know how this goes. The first couple go-arounds you just keep trying shit and it fails. Then you despair. Then you think rationally about it and find a solution. No time to spare. “I really need to pee and I’m not going to be able to hold it much longer,” I say. “You guys got, like, a bottle or something?” “I don’t know, munchkin, girls don’t really have the machinery to pee successfully into a bottle,” Alex says. “Can’t you just hold it?” “No, I bloody well can’t!” I say, grabbing my crotch to emphasize my plight. “It’s either a bottle or your seat, so if you got one and you know what’s good for you, you better hand it over!” Alex gives me a look of disapproval, but I hear her rummaging around and then she produces a one-liter bottle of ice tea. There’s a little left in the bottom, but she takes a sip to empty it, and she hands it over. I put the bottle on the seat beside me and start unbuttoning my pants, which causes me to leak a little into my panties, but I can deal with wet panties if I can spare the jeans. “Don’t look,” I say, and I know Mark’s too polite to sneak a peek, but I also know Alex can’t help herself. Not that she’s into me like that—we’ve seen each other nude plenty of times and I never got that vibe from her—but she’s an addict of gossip. If something juicy’s about to happen she wants front row seats. Besides, she’s my sister-from-another-mother-and-father. She won’t miss that time I pissed into a bottle on the highway because I just couldn’t hold it. I try to position the bottle correctly, pushing it awkwardly—I feel the cool plastic contact my lower lips in a not particularly pleasant way—and then, once I’m satisfied it’s as well positioned as it’s ever likely to be, I try to let go. It doesn’t start immediately. There are still lingering doubts in my mind about the soundness of this venture. But I’m too desperate for that to matter in the long run. I let go. It’s a disaster. For all of one second, my pee trickles into the bottle, but when it really gets going, it gets going everywhere. It hits the lip of the bottle and starts spraying, onto the floor, onto the seat, onto my jeans and between my legs. I’m too far gone to cut it off—Alex: “Noooo! I told you it wouldn’t work!”—and it keeps coming. By the end, I’ve soaked my panties, my jeans, the seat, the floor, the bottle… It’s on my hands, it’s dripping off the bottle, and maybe two shot-glasses worth of pee is actually sitting in the bottle. It’s faintly yellow. I wasn’t exactly dehydrated. My shirt is wet, my socks are damp, there’s a puddle on the seat and another one on the floor. I wake up. I’m back. Dry, desperate, and out of ideas. “I’m about to piss myself. Any ideas?” I’m way past caring what they think of me. They’ve seen me wet myself four times already, even if they don’t remember it. “Uh,” Mark says. “Oh, munchkin,” Alex says. “Screw it,” I say. “We’re not moving. I’m going to go on the side of the road. I don’t give a shit if someone sees me. It’s better than the alternative.” “I don’t know, munch,” Alex says. “That seems a little… Drastic? And, like, out of the blue? Can’t you just hold it a little bit longer?” “No, I can’t!” I’m frustrated. “Maybe a bottle or something?” “No, Alex, girls can’t pee in bottles. I’d need a funnel or something and I don’t have one. It’d go everywhere.” “Munchkin...” “Screw it,” I say. I unbuckle the seat belt and open the door. Mark and Alex are yelling at me but I don’t care. I jump out of the car and take a moment to appreciate the true gravity of the situation. There are cars standing still as far as I can see in both directions. We’re on an elevated highway and the horizon is all cars and blue sky and exhaust from idling cars. I don’t really have the time or inclination to admire the scenery, though. I squat down and hike down my pants and panties. At least my mom taught me how to piss in the open air. And those squats at the gym must have firmed up my buttocks and thighs, because it doesn’t even hurt. I close my eyes as the pee begins splattering on the ground beneath me. A little bit hits my ankles and shoes, but who cares? It’s still 99% less piss on my pants than any of the previous times. “Excuse me, miss, what are you doing?” A hoarse woman’s voice from behind me. And I was just getting going! Who would be so rude as to… I open my eyes, still squatting, trying to cut it off to a trickle, and see that it’s a woman sat in the white sedan behind us. It’s a civilian car, but she’s wearing a uniform. Shit, it’s a policewoman! I hurry to yank up my panties and pants, still peeing, and I can’t stop a trickle from creeping into my untouched panties, soaking into my jeans, down the inside of my thighs and a little up my butt crack. If I wasn’t so mortified, I’d take a moment to appreciate the novelty of wetting myself standing up. The policewoman, who looks to be around the age of my mother, just sits there, staring at me as I finish my accident. “Public urination is a misdemeanor, young lady,” she says. “Given the, ah, circumstances, I’ll let you off with a warning. But don’t let it repeat itself. Imagine if others saw you and decided to do the same! It’d be anarchy, pissing everywhere!” I’m not that concerned about accidentally unleashing a pee-copalypse. I spare a thought for the other ladies—and probably a few dudes as well—who must be in the same situation as me. Surely I’m not the only one who’s going to have an accident today. RIP. Rest in piss. I stifle a giggle, aware that the policewoman is still watching me. “T-thanks,” I stammer, then slink back into the car, wet and defeated. “Oh, munch, what happened?” Alex says. “Couldn’t get your pants down in time?” “There was a fucking cop in the car behind us,” I say. “I had to pull up my pants and I couldn’t stop in time. She let me off with a warning.” “No way,” Alex says. I wake. Well, peeing in the open isn’t going to work. But I have an idea. While I was outside, I noticed an emergency staircase leading down off the freeway two cars ahead of ours. And I think I saw a gas station on the level below, somewhere in the distance. “I really need to pee and it really can’t wait,” I say. “I’m gonna run off down that staircase and find a gas station, I think I saw one. You two pick me up once you get out of the jam. I’ll call you with directions.” “Uh, can’t you just hold it?” Mark asks. “No, I really can’t, trust me,” I say. I dash out of the car before I can hear any further objections. I’m off at a brisk trot, wary of the policewoman noticing any irregularities. The staircase is where I think it was, and I make my way down. It’s a little dizzying seeing how high up we are, and my heart catches in my throat when I look down, causing a little leak. No matter. I resolve not to look down and make my way down the staircase, switch-backing it to the ground. There is a gas station and a McDonald’s in the distance, but it looks to be quite far off. I walk gingerly, aware of any bumps in the side of the road by the little jolts it sends to my bladder. Ten minutes later and I’m still not there. Another wave of pressure hits me, and I cross my legs, doubled over. So close. It’s right there! I make my way to the gas station. There’s a WC sign on a door outside. I pull at the handle. Locked. Fuck! Another leak. I don’t dare to look but I think my pants are wet now. “Key at the counter,” a sign by the door reads. I hobble inside. “K-key!” I stammer, and my posture leaves little doubt as to the meaning of my cryptic announcement. A gangly teenage boy is behind the counter. He’s got pimples for days, but he’s looking at me with a mixture of concern and lust. I’m wearing a checkered shirt with a pocket over my left breast, which he’s no doubt noticed, judging by the angle of his gaze, and I’ve got my brown hair in a messy bun. I was all dolled up to party last night, but today I look like a wreck and I’m about to piss myself and this is what gets him going? Fucking hormones. I guess I can’t fault him if he can’t help it, but it is his choice whether or not to stare at my bust, which isn’t anything to write home about, especially not in a baggy shirt and no push-up. “I’m sorry,” he says. “It’s out of commission. But, ah, maybe I could let you sneak into the staff restroom.” What a gentleman. It’s too late for me, though. I hunch over as another wave of pressure hits my bladder, and urine starts pouring out. Two rivulets, almost perfectly synchronized, on either side of me, trickling down the insides of my thighs. It’s warm and wet and wonderful, in a way, but also horrifying. I’d almost enjoy the relief if this creep weren’t staring at me. “I’ll, uh, get the mop, so sorry,” he says, blushing. He’s blushing? Well, fuck me. I sit down on a bench outside and call Alex. Tell her where to pick me up and to have a change of clothes ready. “Oh, munch, I’m so sorry,” she says. I wake up. This time, there’s to be no mistakes. “I’m about to pee myself and it really can’t wait. I gotta run, there’s a gas station, I’ll call you to pick me up,” I say, very fast, and I’m out of the car before they can even protest. I run towards the staircase, make a point not to look down, and make my way down. Once I’m down there, I take a look around. A car passes by the road, but it’s a hundred paces away. I walk behind a pillar, squat down and pull down my pants and panties. Nobody around. Not Alex, or Mark, or Mrs. Police Grandma or Gangly Teenage Boner. I sigh in relief as the piss hits the gravel. Good thing about gravel, it doesn’t splatter as much as concrete or asphalt when you pee on it. A minute later, I’m relieved and, for seemingly the first time in forever, completely dry. Not a drop on my clothes. That this feels like a victory ought to concern me, but I’ll damn well savor it. Technically, in this timeline, I haven’t pissed myself once. Once I’ve redressed, I make my way over to the gas station. I give a wink to the boy at the counter and linger long enough to watch him blush, then I take the five-minute walk over to the McDonald’s and order a late lunch. Chicken nuggets and fries never tasted so good. I text Alex the directions and start up a game of Words with Friends on my phone. Get a coffee so the McDonald’s staff don’t kick me out, not that it’s in any way busy here. Just a middle-aged couple and a few local teens. I might have encountered the one time a fast-food joint is actually overstaffed. A full two hours later, I see a familiar car pull in. I’m on my third cup of coffee, but you damn well know I’m visiting the ladies’ room before we leave. Alex rushes in and only sends a nod in my direction before running off to the restrooms. Mark comes in at a more leisurely pace. He goes over to the counter and orders a Big Mac, then comes to sit with me. “A semi fell on its side, somehow,” he says. “We were stuck there for almost four hours total, but finally they got it cleared up.” Alex is in the restroom a worryingly long time. Finally, she comes out, eyes downcast. I look her over and notice… My god. There’s a wet spot the size of a peach on the front of her skirt. “Sprung a leak?” I ask. “Shut up! If I’d known it was going to be this long I’d’ve come with you!” Her lip trembles and I know her well enough to see that she’s about to cry. “Come here,” I say, and pull her into a hug. She buries her face in my back. “It’s okay, accidents happen,” I say. I’d know, although she doesn’t know that I know. And quietly, so Mark won’t hear, I whisper to her, “I won’t let you forget this, sister.” It might be a little bit mean, but I think I earned it with pee, sweat and tears. I use the restroom before we leave and make it home dry. Maybe there is a god after all.
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    Wet grey.......

    Was super desperate this morning and decided my pyjama pants were the perfect place to go to the toilet...
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    Wetting a Tranquility ATN diaper while laying in bed with my plushie.

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    So I’ve been a naughty girl again. First of all thanks to everyone who submitted advice on filming an upskirt wetting. I had some trouble with it and as you can see from some of the establishing shots, I tried it in the college showers (using a bike light for lighting) but it didn’t work out, so in the end I did it in my room with a very strange set up involving my dresser half open, my desk light on the ground and lots of practice. So before I go into the technical details let me set the scene. I’ve been wanting to do an upskirt wetting for a while. I always love watching the pee cascading down the thighs and legs and find it so hot and erotic. There is something much more intimate about looking up someone’s skirt rather than just seeing them wet their jeans or something. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate a good jeans wetting like the rest of them but like a few people said they love seeing the gusset of the panties darken and glisten before the pee cascades down, drawing erotic lines along the inner thighs. Believe me it’s fun to do and so it must be fun to watch too. So from my previous post on this (http://omorashi.org/topic/9064-tips-on-filming-up-skirt-wettings/) I have been thinking about doing this for a while now. And yes I am naughty and think naughty thoughts rather more than I should lately (could it be hormones?). Anyhow, I drank a whole pot of tea (dark super caffeinated tea as I’ve been trying to finish two reports) for breakfast (at 10 I’m a grad student and get up late, one of the few perks) and had some juice at around 11. I’m not very good a big holds so I started setting up almost immediately after 11. I first got dressed (yes I lounge around my flat in my PJs a lot of the time, again one of the few perks of being a grad student, plus they are super silky and are great to hang out in). I put on my favourite summer dress, it’s a black and white sleeveless summer with black trim and a wild black and white pattern on it. And it has a cute little bow around the waist. It’s been cold here and I basically have to go outside to get to the shower so I also put on some black tights. Underneath I had a random pair of baby blue panties, I really should have re-thought my panty choice and worn my frilly black lace rumba panties but I didn’t think of this until it was definitely too late. I also put on my only black bra and a cardigan as these work with the dress. I took a few pictures in my room with a flash just to see how I looked and decided the dress would look even cuter with a petticoat. I’m a big fan of full dresses and love a frilly petticoat. And so I pulled on a mid-length black lacy one (one of the few I have, sigh), and took a few more pictures. And it did look cute, thought the petticoat does add more shadow and lighting problems. So I got together my ‘shower kit’ and camera and brought along my strongest bike light, some blue tack and my vibrator (no messing around this time, plus it’s a little slim rechargeable one and heck you could take this anywhere, and probably should). So I went down to the usual bath/shower room and took a few establishing shots, isn’t the dress cute? I always feel like Sookie Stackhouse from True Blood in a summer dress, especially the full ones. I think looking up the dress looks like something a French maid would wear, hence the title of this shoot, you could call me the naughty little maid. Or, maybe minute-maid…(The pun will make more sense below). So at this point I was getting pretty desperate. For some reason with tea it’s not one of those really deep and strong desperations for me, rather it’s more like a very acute needing to go, especially around the sphincter. Sharp sort of pushing rather than a throbbing bladder kind of desperation. So I mucked about with the Bluetac, light and camera for a while trying to get a good shot. The light was not strong enough and I could not get the angle right with the tub and counter and things. Then the batteries on my camera died and I basically gave it up and went back upstairs. To anyone who was watching yes, I could have a shower and emerge in the same clothes, with identical makeup, dry hair and all, I’m just that good. So I decided to opt for the floor of my room and use another Goodnite sleepmat. Not the best choice as they are expensive and I only have a few of them left. But well anything for you guys. So I spent the next 30 minutes digging up new batteries, and trying to get the light (I ended up using my office light) and the camera angle right. The biggest problem is that you can’t check the back of the camera to see if the you got the shot without moving it, and well this of course makes it harder to put it down for the next shot. I ended up using tape and pens as an outline and a pile of socks and part of my drawer to prop the camera up. Yes you can see the edge of the lamp in the shots as well. This shone right up my skirt. My vagina felt like a movie star! Now by this time I was really desperate. As I’ve said elsewhere, I really don’t like making movies when I’m super desperate because I can’t concentrate on getting everything right. I played around with the camera and light for, as I said 30 minutes, and couldn’t quite get it right, I wanted to be able to show my gusset and hold my legs open so that the pee would run down both my legs. I even experimented with ziplock bags but the image was terrible (and my camera sucks to begin with). So I was really having trouble concentrating and probably should have set up the angles better but I really couldn’t hold it any longer. Basically I got the shot lined up like this: And then was like that’s good enough. I was practically leaking at this point, a 9 on the old scale. Now I couldn't bounce around too much for the video (as some of you know I do dance about when I gotta go), and I also didn't want to hold myself as this would get my dress and petticoat wet, and there’s a different between washing your panties and tights in the sink and dry cleaning your petticoat and summer dress. So I basically got the shot set up and then stayed in my spot (I had the places for my feet marked on the ground using a hair elastic) I was able to cross my legs a few times but at this point I was on the verge of wetting myself. I actually kind of forgot that I wanted to have my legs apart so you could all see my crotch get wet and stuff, and ended up pressing my thighs together really hard. No I’m not one to leak when I’ve really got to go. I might have one or two leaks and then the floodgates open and I drench myself. But today was different. With my legs glued together I was able to hold it, somewhat and what resulted was basically a constant stream of little leaks. Wetting 3.42.wmv I probably could have stopped these about halfway through but there was no way I could initially and also once I got started, well, I wanted to finish for all of you. So the first minute of the video is me really trying to hold on. The panties I was wearing were pretty thick cotton (as you can see from the after pictures) and the gusset absorbed the first few leaks pretty well. And with the sort of compression of the tights, the wet panties were really warm against my labia. Anyhow, so at 0:59, I let out the first leak. I had no idea what was going on down there, except the pee wasn’t really running down my legs, it was sort of running along my panty line and dripping off my bum. So throughout most of the film you can hear this drip, drip, drip, of the single spurts slowly making their way through my panties, tights, and then onto the floor. I tried shifting a few times to get it to run down my legs but I dared not move too much for fear of messing up the shot, which you can see is pretty well framed if I do say so. What you see here in this film is probably the longest wetting I’ve ever done. Usually I release and floosh, I’m drenched and it’s over. But since I was only letting out small spurts at a time (sometimes bigger ones like 1:30), I basically had pee running down my legs and off my bum for more than two minutes, which was very hot indeed. So a bit of play by play. After my big leak at 1:30, I managed to control things better and started letting out smaller leaks. As you can see it was all running down my right leg and so I shifted about trying to get it a little more even. Also with all the shifting you can see at times a hint of my panties through my tights which I think is super hot. By 2:40 I was letting out a constant small stream, trying to control it so it would not flood the mat I was standing on, or splash my camera. And by this time the pee was also running down the back of both of my legs. I will admit that I was throbbing in other ways and really turned on at this point. The pee kept dribbling out and running down my legs and onto my calves. It’s strange the tights are sort of more athletic tights than panty hose, and they do strange things with pee. I stopped filming once I stopped peeing, but I probably could have stood there for another minute or two and let the pee keep running down my legs as it was still dripping when I stopped but I really didn’t want to. I was very aroused by this point and needed a different kind of release. So I quickly shut off the camera and light (I was worried about it setting socks on fire) and took a shot of my puddle for you. As you can see kind of missed the centre and almost made another puddle on my carpet. But those little Goodnite mats are pretty good. Anyhow, I quickly took off my tights and panties and got a shot for you all and then was out of my dress and petticoat. I also took a few pictures up my wet skirt: After towelling off my legs and feet I jumped onto my bed and lay on my front to play with my vibrator wearing only my black bra. I put the towel over top of my pillow and put my pillow between my legs, like I used to do when I was younger. And humped my pillow while pressing my vibrator into my clit. It didn’t take me long. Right before I climaxed I looked over at my puddle and wet clothes and that put me over the edge. Then it was off to do laundry. I hope you all enjoy, don’t forget karma and positive feedback J Hugs Rachel p.s. For those who are interested, yes those are my wet little footprints in the middle of my naughty puddle.
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    Can we please not use the term "Trap?" It's really insulting to transgender people, and it's the kind of mindset that gets trans people killed. If you don't consider yourself transgender, please just say crossdresser.
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    (For al you ignorant Americans out there who dont know that pounds are a currency or know what it translates to, thats about $1.3 million US.) I would say no, I would rather work hard and make that money then be too scared to fall asleep for the rest of my life. And with a serial killer following me, what purpose would the money have? Scenario: you get one million pounds but the person you love the most in the entire world, be it a family member, friend, significant other, soul mate if you believe in that, personal hero, celebrity, etc. dies a significant death. I wouldn't sat too much pain, but its clearly sudden and not an easy death.
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