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  1. 406 downloads

    Just a quick little video of our evening! Alice was desperate to pee earlier this evening and being the naughty girl she is, she would rather sit in her cute shorts and simply let go and totally wet herself instead of going to the toilet. So she made me film her! (Lucky me lol) She had peed in them already 3 or 4 other times the other day when we were in the garden (you can see the slight yellow pee stains in some parts of the video). She prefers to pee her pants whenever she wants to rather than go to the toilet at the weekends, and she rarely tends to use the toilet at all to pee when we're home alone. The white shorts really show the spreading wetness very well and she also soaks her cute little white socks in the process, holding her feet under the cascading trickles running from the chair. She really had to go! Should she wash them? Or should she pee in them again and again and see how stained she can make them?? Hope you enjoy this little freebie clip from earlier this evening! 😊 P.s. thank you so much for all the comments! This community is just awesome! 💛💛💛
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  2. View File ⭐Alice totally floods her white jean shorts sitting on a chair Just a quick little video of our evening! Alice was desperate to pee earlier this evening and being the naughty girl she is, she would rather sit in her cute shorts and simply let go and totally wet herself instead of going to the toilet. So she made me film her! (Lucky me lol) She had peed in them already 3 or 4 other times the other day when we were in the garden (you can see the slight yellow pee stains in some parts of the video). She prefers to pee her pants whenever she wants to rather than go to the toilet at the weekends, and she rarely tends to use the toilet at all to pee when we're home alone. The white shorts really show the spreading wetness very well and she also soaks her cute little white socks in the process, holding her feet under the cascading trickles running from the chair. She really had to go! Should she wash them? Or should she pee in them again and again and see how stained she can make them?? Hope you enjoy this little freebie clip from earlier this evening! 😊 P.s. thank you so much for all the comments! This community is just awesome! 💛💛💛 Submitter babydavesworld Submitted 04/06/2020 Category Female
    4 points
  3. I have long coveted Hello Kitty pull-ups. They are adorable and I wish they came in my size. I know they do not come in my size (or I can’t get the big ones in my country) because I bought the largest ones I could find one time on a whim and they definitely don’t fit. I couldn’t even get them up my legs. I tried this once. Played with the stickers inside the pack, and then stuffed the pack into the back of my diaper stash, waiting for a rainy day. Fast forward to COVID-19, where our heroine is working from home. Every day. And the work is pretty stressful. I’ve found myself turning to diapers (and wetting, but to a much larger extent diapers) to manage my stress. I know I’m not the only one who does this. It’s very comforting when things get super stressful, to tape or pull on a comfortable diaper that will keep you dry and safe, and if the mood strikes you, warm and squishy, and if the mood strikes your further, as a fun thing to masturbate in. Now I’ve got a pretty extensive diaper stash, with a bunch of fun Rearz diapers I’ve been saving for a full day marathon diaper wearing/wetting, and some comfortable Molicare, piles of Goodnites, some special occasion only vintage and diapers from overseas, and a bunch of other diaper odds and ends. I thought that since I have all this time working from home, I could experiment with diapers, but I also don’t want to deplete my stash too much with this diaper wetting shenanigans. I’m loath to order new diapers as I know there are a lot of people out there who need them and the system is stressed as it is. I don’t really need diapers, apart from Goodnites for evenings when I’m going to be drinking or smoking pot, so I thought I’d experiment with the ‘dregs’ of my diaper collection as much as possible in the coming weeks. Enter, the pack of Hello Kitty pull-ups stashed in the back of my diaper collection. Like I said, I love their look. They have adorable little bows that disappear when they get wet, a cute Hello Kitty pattern on the waistband, with rainbows as well. They are also high cut and quite absorbent with good gathers. A great diaper, if only they made them in Rachel sizes. So the other day, I wandered into the bathroom and slid off my cute black and white polka dot panties. Please excuse the stain, my girl parts have been up in arms due to the chaos of life these days and unpredictably staining my panties. But for those who are into this sort of thing, and I know many of you here, here are my panties at about 1 pm after half a days work: Now just because I can’t get these pull-ups up my legs, doesn’t mean I can’t have fun with them. Step one, I tore the sides of the pull-up, and fit it into my panties, like a pad. I’ve done this with diapers before, and honestly, tabbed baby diapers work better than pull-ups, at least for getting them into your panties, because you can use the tabs to hold the diaper in place. So the picture doesn’t quite do the set up justice, and I did totally reposition the pull-up once I got my panties back on. ------ The next step involved me continuing my day. I made a pot of tea, and sat at my computer for the next 2 hours working through a backlog of messages. I should also add that I planned ahead and put down an absorbent pad on my office chair. I wasn’t sure how well the pull-up/pad would work and I was pretty sure that even if it worked well, that it wouldn’t hold an entire full Rachel bladder’s worth of pee. It’s also worth noting that I was wearing a professional looking blouse on my top (for Zoom calls) and PJ bottoms on the bottom over top of my panties and the pull-ups. About an hour after drinking a mug and a bit of tea I felt quite full. Not entirely full, or anywhere near squirming in my chair, but that comfortable full feeling you get after drinking a bunch of green tea. I decided to release my bladder and give the pull-up pad a test drive in the sitting position. Pausing between paragraphs in an email, therefore, I relaxed and felt the warmth of pee flooding between my legs. That delicious warm wetness running down my lips and slowly spreading around my bum. I felt deliciously tingly. After about 30 seconds of peeing, I also felt the pull-up leaking. One of the gathers was overwhelmed and slightly cooled pee was dribbling out the side. I felt the inside of my thigh get wet, along with the fabric of my PJ bottoms. I could feel a small pool of rapidly cooling pee spreading around my bottom, but it didn’t feel that large. I decided to complete the email I was working through, and spent the next 15 minutes on this, all the while conscious of the thick wet pull-up between my legs. I was a little surprised at how it changed shape was it expanded with my pee. Most diapers swell. Ok, almost all. The one that I’ve experienced that didn’t swell was the swim diapers I bought, as they only absorb a tiny amount of pee, but are designed for #2 accidents in the pool. But these pull-ups seemed to swell differently. Rather than simply expanding along the gusset and up the back – more so than the front as I was sitting down when I peed and my girl bits tend to funnel things down towards the back rather than the front, or at least they did this time, the pull-up did the same but also seemed to want to get … flatter, for lack of a better word. That is, I could reel the thing trying to open itself up flat. It’s hard to explain, so I’ll just show some pictures. After completing the email I was in the middle of, I got up and checked my bum. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t dripping as I made my way to the loo to change, and also to feel the moderate-sized wet spot I’d created. The pull-up had done a pretty good job absorbing everything, and there was perhaps a CD-sized wet spot on the pad I’d put down, and a slightly larger wet spot on by PJ bottoms. I forgot to take a picture of these, mostly because as soon as I stood up, I could feel the pull-up spreading out. Like a banana uncurling, pressing against the front and back of my panties, trying to lay flat, rather than against my body. I was quite fascinated by this, and I semi-waddled my way into the washroom. When I pulled down my wet PJ bottoms I could see a significant bulge caused by the swollen pull-up. I checked this out in the mirror for a little while, along with the subtle wet spot on the fabric of my white cotton polka dot panties. Then I pulled them down and lay them on the floor of my bathroom. Once removed from the confines of my damp panties, the pull-up went into a flat position. And I had to purposefully fold it to get this picture (mostly because I wanted a shot with Hello Kitty in it): As you can see, I did still make my panties wet, though not as much in the bum portion of the panties as I would have thought, apparently the leak was restricted to the gusset. Apart from the softer portions of the waistband, the pull-up had turned into a thick, squishy, pad. The absorbent portion of the pull-up was flat, and seemed to be in three significant sections. Like three hotdogs in a package. You can see what I mean when I flipped the thing over: Also, apparently I was wrong about the little bows, they don’t disappear when you wet, at least not on these ones. It’s interesting that the inner absorbent core of the diaper really tries to flatten itself out when it’s soaked, and how it arranges itself into three segments like this. I can’t say I’ve ever seen this in an adult diaper but if they built one like this, I’d love to try it out. Does anyone know about why these kinds of pull-ups do this? Anyhow, I thought I’d take a few more shots of my wet panties because they looked gorgeous with their little wet spot and stain: Here they are close up: Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed my little adventure. Hopefully I’ve got more to come in the near future. I’ll definitely be having more wetting and diaper adventures in the next few weeks, and I’ll try to write about them, time permitting. Also, I’m still selling my dirty panties, so if you are at home and looking for some delightful dirty panties, let me know. Best, Rachel
    4 points
  4. 1,197 downloads

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    They claim this is "unstaged" but I completely do not believe any human being would let some random film them have an "unstaged" accident like this. So I assume they're a new wetting video company and thats why they kept posting the real weird voyeur videos of toilet queues, so that these would seem "real".
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  6. This happened last year when my ex husband took me to Europe before we got divorced. We did a week in London and then did a week in Paris. After we our week in London we took the chunnel to start our tour of Paris. After the train ride we got on the bus with the rest of our tour group and were going to head to the Eiffel Tower. We were seated on the bus waiting to go when one of the girls got up and tried the door to the bus bathroom. It was locked and she came back and seemed a little frustrated. After another 30 minutes of waiting she said something to her mom and walked off the bus. She walked back and sat down and was not happy. I asked her if she found a bathroom because I could use one too. She told me that there were no bathrooms and we would be leaving shortly. Finally about 20 more minutes later we left. She was having trouble keeping still and I could feel her pain as I had to go as well but not as bad. I could not stop staring at her. The drive through traffic was both enjoyable and harrowing as my need to go was getting worse but I was so enjoying the show. She was trying to stay still but her tight jeans were not helping. She kept shifting and finally sat on her heel. We finally made it and got off the bus and met our guide. He told us all about the tower and this girl had her legs crossed hard. Finally he was done and I asked where the nearest bathroom was. He told us that the bathrooms on the street were being worked on but as soon as we took the elevator up to the tower there was a bathroom. She was not happy and I was beginning to wish my shorts were black. We got into the huge line to get on the elevator and started up a convo with her. Her name was Lyndsey and she was about to go away for college. She was my type of girl. A little chubby but pretty with fire red hair. She had fallen asleep on the train and now really needed the bathroom. She was really worried about getting to the bathroom she had an accident. I had to go too and made it clear I was pretty desperate as well. We were about three groups from getting on the elevator when she grabbed her crotch and crossed her legs. I didn't know how she was holding. I peed on the train and was filling up very quickly. I grabbed her hand and snuck through the line and jumped on the elevator. She was trying her best to appear normal but she could not keep still. We made it off and I immediately asked where the bathrooms were. We walked as fast as we could and of course there was a line. She bounced and held on for the ten minutes we were in line. I was so turned on watching her pee dance. When she was next she gasped and I asked if she was ok. She said she leaked and needed to get in there. I told her not to worry as I had leaked a few times. We both ended up making it although if you looked between my legs you could see a wet spot. There were too other desperate sights during that trip but they involved teens and not sure that would be appropriate.
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  7. View File ⭐Alice - soaking her denim shorts in bed. (They were already wet from earlier) From the compilation. The screenshots are photos taken after her wet, fun, cute clip! Alice had been out all day and she just peed in her cute jean shorts and grey panties all day rather than find a toilet, because hey, why not? 🤷‍♀️ She wet them about 4 or 5 times from morning to evening so they were soaked. So when she needed to pee again, why would she bother using the toilet? She just deliberately pees herself as soon she gets home and lays on our bed, just to make her jeans and her bottom all warm again and feel that sudden, spreading wetness trickle between her legs inside the shorts all over again! She can be such a naughty and spontaneous girl sometimes. She will surprise me and wet her pants when I least suspect every now and then, too! P.s. please Inbox if youd like to get your hands on some of my soaked panties too. Just in case anyone is ever interested, as we've had a couple requests ❤ Stay safe and wet, Love Alice! Hope you enjoy Submitter babydavesworld Submitted 04/07/2020 Category Female
    2 points
  8. So I've been reading all these stories and I decided to add one of my own from January. I am absolutely, completely addicted the Zero Sugar variety of Monster Energy Drink. I will occasionally just drink two of these bad boys, the 24 fl oz (709 mL according to Google) over the course of a couple hours. Granted all that caffeine probably isn't the best for me, but, hey, at least it's the no sugar version. I think if I liked the original variety I'd be on my deathbed by now but that's beside the point. All that liquid has gotten me into trouble a couple of times. Once, I had to get up far too early in the morning to drive nearly 300 miles. The whole trip would take 5 or so hours. I am not a morning person, so before I hit the road I stopped to fill up my gas tank, and to grab a couple bottles of Monster for the trip. If you've never driven on any of the interstates in America, once you're on them, it's just a matter of watching your speed and driving in an almost straight line, so it's pretty simple. It can get monotonous, though, so I wanted to make sure I was prepared for the day's journey and not falling asleep at the wheel. I downed both the cans within the first 90 or so minutes, and didn't think about the consequences much. It was about 10 miles past a rest plaza an hour later when I realized I had to pee. That's just my luck, it seems, and I'm so used to doing this drive I knew I'd be coming up on the next one in about 45 minutes. So I just refocused on the radio, kept my eyes ahead, and tried to ignore it. By the time I was coming up on the plaza, I really had to go, and I could feel every gulp of both cans I'd had making their way through my system. Once the rest stop finally came into view, all I could see were the flashing lights of emergency vehicles. An 18 wheeler had jackknifed at the bottom of the exit and rolled, making it impossible to access the rest stop. Huge ropes were strung across both sides, and I could see that the entire place had been emptied out and closed down. There was no way I could get to the bathroom there. So I just continued on, my stomach sinking when I saw the sign "NEXT SERVICE STATION - 65 MILES" but I still thought I could make it. 30 minutes later I realized there was absolutely no way I was getting to that service station. I was squeezing my legs together any time I could use cruise control, cursing myself for wearing jeans that were too tight to be able to hold myself. I knew I'd have to jump out of the car and go and pee along the side of the road, but I couldn't find an emergency shoulder for miles. Any time it was safe I was desperately scanning for a place to jump the guard rail and piss behind a bush or something, but I could never find it. After 10 minutes of agitated searching, and clenching as I felt the first few drips slide into my panties, I finally found an emergency pull-off and tore off the main road onto it. There was a huge field next to it with no cover. My original plan was to get out, run over to the slightly more hidden passenger side, open the back door for some extra privacy, and squat behind it with one of the empty Monster cans. As soon as I opened the driver's side door I realized that wasn't happening. The winter air made my bladder contract, and I lost another squirt of liquid into my underwear. I raced around the front of the car to the passenger side, and danced from side to side while I opened the passenger door. I managed to get my jeans off, not without another huge jet saturating my panties, squatted down by the inner frame of the car in an attempt to hide my ass from the main road, and finally let go. At first my pee sprayed everywhere and actually managed to end up on the back of my legs. With difficulty, I managed to control the stream so it didn't end up all over my clothes, and I Just went. It took forever to empty my bladder, and all the while I was swearing to myself. My pussy being exposed to the frigid air heightened every feeling, so I still remember how it felt to finally let go. It was the loudest hiss I've ever managed to make and it steamed up as it hit the pavement. The relief was just incredible. Once I finished pissing I dug around in the glove compartment for a napkin to clean myself with, stuffed another one into my wet panties so I wouldn't have to sit directly in my cooling piss, pulled on my clothes and just continued on driving. I'm still new to writing stories around here, so I hope some people like it! I have so many stories I'd love to tell about my love for caffeine getting me into trouble. Maybe one day I'll type a bunch up.
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  9. Why thank you everyone! For this page of drawings I have a POV angle as the rest of her urine rushes out of her body. While I don't entirely endorse face-touching at this time, no matter how cute it looks, I feel like Sonia would instinctively cover her mouth during a loss of bladder control in front of young Pokemon trainers. Besides, Sonia never knows what to do with her hands - anyone else notice how she's animated twirling her finger through her hair, like a lot? She's a cutie
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  12. Ripped. Zola AK - Didn't feel like using the toilet - ebony jeans wetting.mp4
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  13. 921 downloads

    A free clip from out first compilation. (Sorry theres no screenshots) Watch alice desperately flood her shorts on the seat of the car! She had already wet her tight jean shorts earlier when we went for a walk in the countryside, but she had been drinking lots and became super desperate very quickly. I only just managed to find a place to pull over and film her before she had an accident whime I was driving. She wanted to try wetting herself on an unprotected car seat to feel extra naughty, and it turned out she loved it! Who'd of thought a shy, cute happy girl like her would end up so happy to sit there and wet her pants instead of going to the the toilet all day long.💕 It has become such a normal thing for her now, but she says it still feels just as naughty as the first time she tried it! Shes been experimenting with peeing her pants and holding her pee since she was 18 years old when we started dating, and now loves it! Some of our freinds even know she wets her pants for fun too! Nothing quite like a girl peeing her pants for the perfect way to relax and feel naughty! This sure was a fun day out!
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  14. I have different views for different genders on this topic. As a bisexual, I have sexual interests in both men and women, but they are different sexual interests depending on the gender. Girls for me are a very simple attraction. I find women incredibly sexy, and have fantasized about sexual acts with them. I don't have as much of a psychological fascination with women, perhaps because I AM one and there is less mystery about how their minds work. Likewise, I've found that my omorashi-loving for women is almost purely sexual/physical. It's about the movements, the little noises, and of course, THE CUTENESS! :D However, I find men and the way their minds work endlessly fascinating. I am intrigued by the concept of masculinity. I often find myself fantasizing about ways that I can make a man squirm, or act "un-manly". And this includes omorashi (and other things, tickling being one of them). So omorashi with men is more about what's going on in their head, and their attempt to remain in control. :3 One thing that spans both genders however is the desperation leading up to the actual wetting. This is my favorite part, regardless of the sex of the person. Pee itself holds less fascination for me, but it's the O the girl's mouth makes when it starts squirting out, or the thoughts I imagine racing through the man's head at the moment he loses control that really does it for me. ^_^
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  16. This is Chapter One of a larger planned series, but is a complete arc. I apologize in advance for any errors. -- On Talking to Strangers Sometimes, even the brave men and women of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police have moments of fear and apprehension. Unlike in most cases, however, one of the greatest moments of adrenaline in Mizuki Hirasawa's life came when he was off-duty. In fact, curiously, it came when he was on a week's paid vacation... -- The young, slender, and girlish German Shepherd in question was aboard his third train of the morning, having set out from home before first light. Despite rising so early, he didn't feel the least bit groggy or tired. In fact, as the sun had rose along his journey from his apartment in the Akihabara District of Tokyo and now into the foothills of Gunma, so had his anxiety. He had never done anything like this before - this spontaneous, this self-indulgent, and this... risky. But, fresh on the tail of a bad breakup and the emotional funk that followed, he had resolved himself to a change of scenery, a change of pace, and a venture outside of his comfort zone. Well out of his comfort zone. At his feet was a large canvas roller-luggage bag; he quietly unzipped the front pocket and fished inside. He unfurled the dot-matrix printout of the message he'd downloaded earlier that week. After retrieving it from inside, he read it over again, half to pass the time, and half to be sure he had the right stop. He'd been so nervous he'd almost gotten off at the wrong station twice. "Hey Mizu! Thanks again for RSVPing for our first ever BBS meetup! You were the last one to contact me, which makes us four members in total. I took the train station you gave me and a map and have given you some directions below. I hope you don't mind waking up early to make the meeting time~ Bring enough clothes to last you at least a week, toiletries, and whatever else you want. I'll be paying for food and drinks and such, so don't worry too much about cash, just make sure you have enough for train fare at least. Be ready to have some fun when you arrive! I look forward to seeing you there! DIRECTIONS: 1. From Takanadobaba Station, take the 5:54 AM Yamanote Line train to Ueno Station. 2. From Ueno Station, take the 6:34 AM Hokuriku Shinkansen to Takasaki Station. 3. From Takasaki Station, take the 7:26 AM Agatsuma Line train to Kanashima Station." Mizu folded it back up and stowed it back in the front flap of his rolling luggage, holding onto the handrail in front of his seat so tightly he swore he'd leave handpaw prints in it. He closed his eyes. It's not too late to turn back, he thought. You've never met these people before. This could turn out terribly... The Shepherd grimaced and shook his head, as if to shake the intrusive thoughts out, so vigorously two people nearby looked up to glance at him. He smiled at them sheepishly, then looked back down and willed himself to be invisible until the overhead speaker crackled to life. "Kanashima Station. Kanashima." It clicked back off with a short pop. The pup steeled himself and stood, taking inventory of his belongings and preparing for the train to stop. I'm 23! I'm in charge of my life! I need to have some fun while I'm still young! The way he visibly jumped when the train car's brakes squealed totally betrayed that his internal pep talk wasn't working. As the train glided smoothly to a stop, he forced himself to walk jiltedly to the doors, and when they hissed open, he wobbled out of the train and onto the platform. The passengers that followed him paid him no mind as they stepped around where he'd stopped on the platform, walking off towards the mostly empty parking lot and out of view. The doors rolled shut with a thunk behind the pup, and as the electric motors aboard the train droned to life, he closed his eyes again and willed the butterflies in his stomach to settle. No going back now, he thought. The next train home will be along in 15 minutes, a voice inside his head reasoned. He decided coincidentally that perhaps doing instead of thinking would be more productive, and he unfurled the printout again. Everything read normally up until this point for someone attending a meeting or convention, however the directions took a decidedly different, strange turn from here. A turn which betrayed the true nature of the small vacation he'd decided to take, and the people he was on his way to meet. "4. Upon arrival at Kanashima station, locate a vending machine. Purchase a bottle of juice or tea at least one Liter. Do not use the bathroom." Mizu's grip on the sheet of paper tightened with a tense rustle. He was really doing this... He took one last deep breath, and gazed around his vicinity. The view from the station was mostly unobstructed for a mile or two. Shibukawa, the city Kanashima Station resided in, was fairly rural; a farming town nestled at the bottom of the Gunma hills. From the station, he could see the bullet train tracks, several small homes, plenty of fields, and the dark brown and green hills beyond. It was certainly a far cry of the concrete, glass, and neon of Akihabara. He took a deep breath, the crisp and cool spring air quite refreshing compared to the oppressive, smog-filled air of the city. After a moment on the empty platform, his focus returned to him. The instructions echoed in his head. Get a drink, and don't use the bathroom. Admittedly, he'd used the toilet on the Shinkansen a couple hours ago, and at the moment he was in the borderline state where he honestly couldn't tell if he needed to again. The sensations between his legs were gentle and noncommittal, and what little tingling he felt could probably be just as easily attributed to nervousness. Rather than risk making it a definite, he pushed himself to keep moving, stepping off the platform and over to the nearby waiting area for buses. There, under a wooden overhang, sat three lonely vending machines. One was for cigarettes (and was empty, anyway), so it was of no use to him - the other two were older, refrigerated vending machines for snacks and drinks. Luckily for him, the drinks machine had one last holdout fluorescent lighting tube still buzzing and illuminating the selection. After a couple minutes split between genuine apprehension and presumably browsing, he selected a 1.3L bottle of sweetened green tea. In the end, the extra 300 ml probably wasn't going to really matter if the day was going to follow the trend the instructions were setting. Which, coincidentally, was the next order of business, and after a bit of unfolding, he looked over the next step. "5. Drink half of the bottle now. Afterwards, follow the northwest road from the station until you cross under the Shinkansen tracks." Mizu gazed from the sheet, to the bottle, and back to the sheet again. He was already regretting not sticking to the minimum size on the instructions. But, for reasons he still couldn't quite get a good grasp of, he broke the seal on the bottle and raised it to his muzzle. His pulls started eager, but by the time he'd gotten to roughly halfway, each gulp was slow, deliberate, and separated by full breath in and out through his nose. He finally pulled the bottle away with a wet pop, lifting it up to the light and surveying the damage. It wasn't clear just where half was, but he guessed it was good enough, and screwed the cap back on. He licked his chops, one hand on his middle as he caught his breath, the other stowing the bottle into his luggage. After a few moments, he stepped away from the vending machines, got his bearings, and set off on a jaunty pace towards the hills. The next 45 minutes or so seemed to pass by far more quickly than it should have. Upon arriving at the overpass, Mizuki unfolded the printout, which had returned to giving mundane directions, and continued up into the hills, up ever-narrowing streets, and as the trees and brush grew more present, so did a familiar tickling in his tummy. He tried to ignore it, but it reminded him exactly where he was going and whom he was meeting, and along with his newfound mild need to pee, his anxiety also began to gently return. Gently, at least, until he found he had arrived. He was almost surprised to find he was at the end of his destination, but sure enough, turning around, he could see out over the fields, to the train station, and beyond. He turned back to face his destination. In a past life, the two story home likely had been a rather upscale investment, especially in such a rural town as Shibukawa. Now, however, the home was less regal and more "lived in," the unassuming beige paint faded with decades of warm summers, the traditional black roof tiles serving as a welcome home for moss and leaves. It was not, however, neglected, with a neat and tidy yard and well-maintained compact car in the driveway. Overall, his destination had a homely warmth to it, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but whatever it was, this was a sight better. If only he could convince his feet the same thing; they'd instead decided that they were quite happy where they were and were rather uninterested in budging. After a full minute of wrestling with his apprehension, a gentle gust of particularly brisk spring air swirled past him, tickling him between his ankles, around his knees... and up his skirt. If the shiver he gave wasn't from the chill, it was from his bladder gently reminding him that he'd had plenty to drink before setting out, and the argument was persuasive enough that he nervously padded over to the front door. His right thumb pressed the doorbell, and his left hand smoothed his skirt back into place. A bell sounded somewhere inside, and there was a brief smatter of muffled but excited voices followed by footsteps approaching. Mizu winced, swallowed, and gathered what was left of his nerves while he could. The door clicked twice as the locks each drew open, and finally the door swung inward. Mizu had to lower his gaze to meet eyes with his host; standing easily at five and a half feet tall opposed to Mizu's nearly six foot two was a very laid back looking panda. Adorned in a robe and sweatpants, she definitely gave an immediate impression of youth and informality, and the mop of dark grey hair which hung lethargically off of her head cemented the facade. Despite her hair color, however, she was obviously about Mizu's age. She extended a hand, the expression on her face one of reserved joy. "You must be Mizuki!" He nodded, taking the proffered gesture and shaking with both of his. "That's me! Call me Mizu, though." He gave a nervous giggle. She beamed back at him. "Mizu it is! I'm Yasuko, but you probably already knew that." She gazed downwards. "Where's your bottle? Didja get cold feet about my directions?" Mizu winced and followed with a sheepish grin, reaching down into the pocket of his luggage and producing the bottle, giving it a slosh or two for emphasis. Yasuko was elated, grinning widely and clapping her hands together. "Wonderful! Haruaki chickened out and I made him have a cup of coffee when he got here." There was a bit of an awkward pause as Mizu stowed the bottle in the luggage and waited a beat, before Yasuko perked up. "Oh, come in! It's chilly out there, and I'm sure you want to unpack." She led the Shepherd inside, kicking the door closed behind her. The hall was a little dark, lit by a couple of wall lamps here and there, but it was tidy and warm, letting Mizu breathe a little easier, his tension finally beginning to ramp down. They arrived at a staircase just before the hall opened out into a living room. Yasuko gestured upstairs. "Your room is the first door on the right! Feel free to unpack and freshen up if you want to, we'll be down in the living room." She leaned in again and murmured into Mizu's ear. "Be sure to mind the rules when you unpack your toiletries!" Mizu bristled a little out of excitement, meekly mumbling in reply, "Rules?" The panda grinned a sinister grin. "You'll see~! Up you go, come join us when you're all settled in." She gave Mizu's butt a gentle, encouraging pat and disappeared around the corner. As he started to climb, he heard a distant, "Oh my gawd, he's so CUTE" from the living room. He smiled dopily and was misty-eyed up a smidgeon by the time he reached the top of the stairs. It was decided. He'd definitely made the right choice badgering himself into coming. -- A short time later, he was unpacked. The bedroom was small for a house of this size, but it was bigger than the bedroom of his apartment and much more richly furnished. He'd stowed his clothes in the closet and unpacked his toiletries and other belongings in the bathroom across the hall. He was definitely feeling a good portion of the tea he'd drank working its way downward through him, every bend and stretch while putting things away sending a tiny flurry of tingles and sensations from between his legs. What he felt unpacking certainly paled in comparison to when he'd taken stock of what was in the bathroom, however. He knew now what Yasuko meant by "rules." Running from one side of the ceramic toilet, up and across the toilet seat and lid, and tightly back down to the other side was a strip of thick, high-adhesive tape. On the tape in permanent marker was scrawled, "Off limits! Do not use!" along with a little squiggle, a drawing of a cherry blossom, and a winking face. Upon laying eyes on it, he let a genuine groan out of his snout, leaning forward and resting a hand on his lower tummy. His bladder had been polite all this time with the anxiety and distractions he'd been facing, but now, with only a thick strip of tape and his own voluntary actions keeping him from draining the decent amount of urine stored up inside of his belly, it decided that now was a good time to remind the pup that it was time for a pit stop. And yet, after a moment of hesitation, he'd left the bathroom, and slipped back into the bedroom - without relieving himself. He took a last few moments just to ensure he had everything in order and opened the bedroom door to head back downstairs. On the way out, however, he hesitated, then glanced back at his luggage. The bulge was still present in one of the upper flaps... He turned around and trod over to it, fishing his PET bottle of tea out of its confines, trying not to watch the tea lazily slosh around within before making his way back downstairs. Mizu heard muffled voices coming from the living room as he rounded the bottom of the stairs. He poked his head around the corner. In the middle of the room, on a pair of opposite cream-velour couches, sat Yasuko, and a black, brown, and white Shiba Inu he assumed was Haruaki. He was about Mizu's age... perhaps a little older, broad-shouldered and fit, with a tired expression on his face. He had a beanie on over his auburn hair, a red shirt with an imposing eagle-shaped design, and black slacks. He was reclined back with both arms resting upon the back of the couch, generally facing in Mizuki's direction - and coincidentally looked up as Mizu peered in. This prompted Yasuko to stop mid conversation and look over her shoulder, instantly beaming in his direction and boisterously plapping her hand on the couch cushion next to her. "Come on, you! Join us." Mizu smiled shyly and sauntered into the room, taking a look around. It was just as lavishly furnished as the rest of the house; in an entertainment center was a name-brand Hi-Fi system and a fairly large color TV, and on a desk nearby was a well-cared for NEC PC-98 (complete with its own monitor!), which he figured belonged to or was used extensively by Yasuko. He was momentarily envious. Momentarily until he gave a little yelp of surprise, Yasuko having hooked two fingers into the back of his skirt and pulled his butt couchward with a coy little, "Sit, boy!" He landed with a thump and an audible slosh from his tea bottle, which he set on the table in front of him - noticing an empty ceramic mug and empty plastic water bottle about half the size of his tea bottle standing conspicuously among the magazines and coasters. The panda continued with a confident and playful candor, "Mizu, this is Haruaki, as you can probably guess. Haruaki, this adorable boy," she said, petting the shep behind his ears, "Is Mizuki." Haruaki arched his eyebrows in an "A-ha" sort of fashion, giving a reserved, "Hey" in reply. His voice was much softer and higher in tone than he'd expected. Mizuki gave a little nod and a warm smile, mildly aware of the uncanny feeling of discovery coming to put faces to names and blocks of text on the other side of a modem. Yasuko piped up, leaning forward. "Don't let his act fool you, this nerd was so nervous about our little meetup he forgot to get a drink on the way here. Allegedly." She said, narrowing her eyes in a precociously accusatory fashion. Haruaki's expression cracked, a shy smile flashing across his muzzle for a moment before he wrestled it back away, his face a mite more pink than it was before. They made small talk for a little while. Haruaki was a full time college student, and part time convenience store clerk, studying to be an engineer. He'd found the BBS while wasting time on the college library computers, fishing around for content that suited his interests. Yasuko worked part time for her parents' consumer electronics manufacturing company. Yasuko went on to admit it was how she'd come to live in such a big house on her own - it actually belonged to her parents, but they'd since relocated to Kadoma to be closer to the company's headquarters. Her parents returned a few times a month to check in and visit, but were largely absent. She was the founder of the BBS all three had met on, which was hosted off of another computer and telephone line upstairs in her room. When asked what Mizu did for a living, he meekly replied that he worked for the city of Tokyo doing a lot of really boring paperwork. He wasn't lying, technically. Yasuko changed the subject after a short while, clapping her hands together lightly. "All righty, now that we all know each other, let's get down to business." She rose, and both of the seated canines watched in curious silence as she wandered into the kitchen. She pulled open the fridge door, and for a moment, all that was visible was her pajama-clad butt and puffball tail before she leaned back out, kicking it closed behind her. After a moment, she set down two full bottles of water on the coffee table - the same size as the empty one that was already there. Her gaze swept from Haruaki to Mizu, mischievous grin creeping across her face. "You two came all the way out here for this, might as well get the fun started." And without another word, she broke the seal on one of the bottles of water, closed her eyes, and tipped it upward, taking long, deep pulls from it. Haruaki and Mizu were too busy watching her drink in awe to realize what she quite meant. Her throat worked busily, each gulp audible in the relative quiet of the living room, until she was about halfway done with her water bottle. She opened one eye and stopped, gazing from Mizu and back to Haruaki, before tipping her head forward in a "Well?" sort of gesture. Both of the boys had an "oh right" moment, Haruaki taking a bottle for himself and Mizu collecting his half-full bottle of tea. The shepherd meekly asked, "All of it?," only to be met with a "What do you think" kind of look from the both of them. Oh well. For the better part of a minute, the only clear noise in the room was the eager chugs and gulps of three wayward young adults. After all was said and done, five empty plastic bottles and an equally vacant ceramic mug were the only evidence left of their devious intent, sitting pell-mell on the coffee table. Yasuko burped lazily and leaned back, stretching her arms over her head. "Hokay! Now we wait for that to work its magic... How's everyone feeling?" Haruaki shrugged, still trying to catch his breath. "I could take a leak, I guess..." He mused absentmindedly. Yasuko replied, "Yeah, me too, but it's not bad or anything," adding a roll of her hips for emphasis. They both turned to Mizu. Mizu recoiled slightly, on the spot for a moment, and Yasuko gave a tiny trill of amusement. Within the pup, a nagging sens­­­­ation had begun. Gone was the comfortable, if persistent tingling that had been present most of the trip from the train station, and now the familiar buzzing, insistent need to pee had manifest and was beginning to press on him downstairs. After a moment of fidgeting and working up the courage, Mizu murmured, “I guess I'm really starting to feel it...” Yasuko cackled, startling the others a little. She leaned in to muss his hair with an energetic palm. “You are adorable, you know that?” she inquired boisterously, the pup closing his eyes and growling affectionately with the tussling. “I’d never know those bold posts on my BBS came from you.” Mizu smiled sheepishly, replying, “Yeah, I guess it’s just easier to be confident online…” They made yet more small talk before Yasuko opened a cabinet inside of the entertainment center, revealing a pristine Famicom game system. “Oh dude,” enthused Haruaki from the couch, standing up to join her. “I’ve been trying to save up for one of these, but college life is suffering…” Yasuko grinned back at him while Mizu got up to join them in front of the TV. “I’ve got connections~,” she teased. “The Famicom is great and all, but Sega’s got something new coming out soon, too.” She left Mizu and Haru to fawn over her impressive collection of cartridges, retrieving a pile of junk food and some sodas from the kitchen before joining them. They took turns playing through a pair of games for some time, with Yasuko and Haruaki proving to both be very loud and much better than Mizu at both. Much gaming, trash talk, and general jubilation followed for a while, with Haruaki's performance steadily declining as Yasuko's wiggling and bouncing steadily loosened her robe. Thirty minutes passed. A casual observer would notice that their skill was beginning to decline despite their continued boisterous enjoyment. They'd also notice that, given the Famicom only supported two controllers, one of the three was sitting out between turns, and that the lack of distraction was taking its toll on their composure. On his turn to sit out, Haru had begun to tug on the hem of his slacks and restlessly adjust himself between his legs; Yasuko, the much bolder of the three, slipped a hand betwixt her legs and bounced in place; and Mizu, much more shy, simply let a hand rest on his lower belly and strained against the sloshing, insistent fullness within. Despite their needy bladders, however, they still were obviously and loudly enjoying themselves, and partaking of the drinks and snacks around them to fuel it. After nearly an hour, however, the group had considerably quieted. There was a more tense, uneasy air about them as they took turns - and controllers were being traded much more frequently as all three seemed to be rather rapidly losing their focus. A few empty soda cans littered the floor in front of the entertainment center. Despite three still half-full cans next to each of them, nobody was drinking anymore... but it was too late to stop now. Their swollen bladders simply wouldn't be ignored any longer. Mizu was the first to crack, after a particularly poor bout of playing, letting out a groan of frustration and set the controller down and finally allowing himself to visibly squirm. "Urrrf. I can't focus anymore." The buzzing in his lower belly was now an insistent, urgent throbbing. His restless thighs trembled slightly, rubbing together as he tensed his muscles repeatedly against the intense pressure built up inside. If he weren't here, in this particular situation, he'd have gone to the bathroom a long time ago. He looked up, as if realizing he wasn't alone only just now. Yasuko was still sitting Seiza style, but both hands were on her knees, bent forward and her back arching, butt wiggling beneath her and pom-pom tail shivering. Haru had quit sitting cross-legged at some point and was on his knees now, one hand obviously tucked up between his legs, looking the both of them over with a plain look of anxiety. He spoke, his voice more than a little needy. "This is fun and all... but when do we pee?" Yasuko leaned back to a playful angle, bangs falling into her face, breasts barely covered by her now very loose robe. Her face stated her need well enough, but was layered with a coy, even aroused gaze back at him. "What's the matter? Gonna spring a leak~? We'll all go eventually, don't worry about it!" Haru gazed at her flexible pose and gulped... then nodded. "...maybe..." Mizuki piped up after grimacing, their demeanor in turn reminding him of his own bladder bulging against the hem of his skirt. "That may be, but I have a feeling a toilet's not in the picture..." Yasuko pivoted her head over to Mizu, chewing on her lower lip, perhaps a little more drunk on arousal than was apparent previously. "Nope! That's the rules~" Mizu glanced down between his shivering thighs and then back up at Yasuko. "Well, we're on carpet, and with us being as bad off as we are, isn't that kind of a bad idea?" Yasuko lazily blew the bangs out of her face and Haru mimicked Mizu's downward glance before she replied. "I guess you're right." She directed her gaze over her shoulder, letting one leg jiggle urgently underneath her as she hastily assessed their surroundings. "Let's move over to the kitchen while we can." She shakily rose, unfolding her legs with a stiff groan. She gazed down at Haru, rather looming over him while he knelt, noticing he had snuck another hand betwixt his legs. "If we can still make it." Haru let out an intimidated meep as he gazed back up at her; Yasuko boldly reached over, and slowly popped the button on his slacks as if to make room for his swollen bladder. "Come on, you. You can do it!" Haru gave a needy grumble in reply, making it about halfway up and pausing to squirm before getting himself stood. His hands, however, didn't budge from their station, and instead pulled upward against his groin, struggling to buy himself time. Mizu was able to get up from where he sat with only a little bit of a struggle. At least, so he thought - near the peak of his rising, he started to stretch without even thinking about it, and what followed was a shamefully familiar sensation. A warm surge shot from beneath him, up the length of his sheath, and before he could react, dampened his tights. The pup let out an audible meep and shoved his hands up and under his skirt, now the second person in the room to abuse his junk in a desperate bid to hold back his overfull and overworked bladder. Yasuko practically trilled, grin wide and eyes half-lidded with delight, hooking both of the boys by the arms and dragging them towards the kitchen. "Come on now, before both of you ruin my floor." The trip to the kitchen took a little longer than it would normally with two extras in tow and three very sloshy tummies, but eventually Yasuko, Haruaki, and Mizuki were over the relative safety of kitchen tile. There were several seconds of awkwardness, the three youths gazing over each other as each danced and squirmed against the burning down below in their own ways, before Yasuko, whom had become the de-facto leader of this particular event, let out a flirty little giggle and spoke. "Well, I guess this is it," she mused. "What do you say we make this a little more interesting?" As both boys fidgeted and watched, she shakily untucked her hands from beneath herself, dug her thumbs into the hem of her sweatpants, and slowly, restlessly slipped them off. Now having the undivided attention of her two guests, she smirked a shaky smirk, undoing the sash of her robe and letting it hang loosely, revealing a pair of faded pink babydoll panties... and a quarter-sized damp patch. She let her back rest against the edge of the counter as the boys stared, able to keep a smug composure for about 30 seconds before grunting and shoving her hands back where they were desperately needed. "Hmmmfokay enough showing off. Your turn." Mizuki and Haru were suddenly aware of their own bodies again, and with it the pressure they were both fighting against. Mizu looked over Haru, and Haru returned the favor, shy eyes both searching each other for a few seconds with Yasuko restlessly looking on. Mizu gave a little sigh of defeat, and with one hand, reached up and undid one snap, then the next, on his skirt, each little pop resonating within his bulging, taut bladder. It slid off his hips and onto the tile, and he slid it out of the danger zone with one shaky foot. Yasuko growled a playful, "Show us the goods~" and Mizu gave a shy little smirk in response, heart thudding away in his chest as he got a good grip with his pelvic muscles and shakily let his hands part. His tight, shiny black bikeshorts showed off his bulges rather nicely - both the swollen bladder throbbing in his belly, and his junk neatly outlined by the thin elastic fabric... and the apple sized wet spot just above his sheathtip. Yasuko leaned over, lustful purr rumbling forth as she kissed the boy's cheek. "Adorable! But you better hold tight, you look about ready to pop!" Mizu touched noses with her affectionately before she pulled away, obediently resuming his obvious cupping of his junk. Yasuko turned her attention to the Shiba next, which he was dreading. Mizu glanced over, too, and noted his hesitation as well, the reserved pup avoiding eye contact, both hands jammed in his crotch and his legs crossed. Tightly. Yasuko edged over to him, almost whispering into his ear, "C'mon, buddy, don't you want to join us?" Haru shook his head, gritting his teeth and squeezing his legs tight. "You're gonna ruin those slacks..." Haru shook his head, tugging upward against his junk and twisting his hips. "Too late for that," he mumbled. Yasuko arched her eyebrows, curious, and leaned forward a bit, kissing his cheek and prying one hand away from herself to coax both of the boy's from between his legs. After a little protesting, he finally allowed her to reveal what he'd been concealing: a fist sized damp spot in his slacks. Yasuko trilled with surprise. "Jeez, you're not kidding. Good thing we got you away from my carpet when we did." Haru nodded bashfully, and sighed. "Guess it doesn't matter now..." He shakily parted his legs after a couple false starts, and carefully slipped off his slacks, revealing a pair of pale blue boxers with a shamefully large navy wet patch. "At least I've got the advantage now, I guess." And at last, the three of them were together in various states of undress and in dire, critical need of a bathroom break. Mizu mused to himself that he was probably the worst along, having drank a fair shake more than anyone else and with only a little spurt of relief to make up for it. He certainly felt and showed it, each throb of his bulging bladder eroding his will to continue and a healthy, smooth, firm bulge protruded from below his belly button. Haru continued to clutch himself tightly with his legs crossed, and Yasuko had one hand tucked between her legs, but otherwise seemed in control, the other gripping the counter she was leaning against tightly and her legs shivering. All that was audible was the remaining clothes rustling, deep breathing, and the occasional labored whine or moan. At last, Yasuko, ever the bold one, spoke up. "Don't suppose either of you two think you want to wet yourselves so I can finally win this little contest, hmm?" Mizu and Haru both honestly considered it, their bladders begging to finally be allowed to empty, but at length neither of them did, the last bit of pride, or perhaps shame, not allowing either of them to be the first to burst. Yasuko chuckled. "Didn't think so. But that's okay, because I have my secret weapon~." Mizu and Haru both had a wave of dread watch over them, Haru even flinching a little when Yasuko started to move. But she didn't touch either of them, instead leaning forward (with a moan of frustration as he own overfull bladder protested heavily) and opening the refrigerator. From within, she took out another water bottle, and shut the door, opening the top and giving both of the curious boys a devilish look. "This oughtta make those water balloons of yours pop reeeeal quick." Haru could only manage a meek, "Oh god..." before she pressed it to her lips and tilted her head up. Gulp... In the silence of the kitchen, it rang out loud and clear, the mouthful of water working down her throat and into her stomach. But for Mizu, it might as well have gone straight from the bottle and into his bladder. A wave of pressure washed over him as his bladder contracted, turning to lean on the counter and squeezing his junk in desperation as his grip against his tank full of urine faltered, a very girlish, pleading moan escaping his maw. Gulp... Haru was transfixed, eyes wide as the panda drank, her half naked frame commanding his full attention. His eyes trailed from her mouth, down her throat, past her breasts and stomach... and down to the prominent bulge that rested just above her panty hem. His focus had to come from somewhere, though, and before he realized it, there was a muffled, wet hiss, and from beneath his hands a sizable spurt of pee soaked his boxers and dribbled onto the floor. Yasuko opened one eye, gazing at him smugly as he abused his sheath with both hands to get the flow to stop, his maw agape and panting now. Gulp... Mizu's whole body shook. It was too much. The sound of Haru leaking and the continued, defiant ingesting of water by the girl next to him; all he'd drank over the past few hours; his throbbing, overfull, neglected bladder; it was all too much. The red-hot pangs of fullness in his belly would not be stayed any longer, he had to do something, his crotch burned with the threat of an accident. Just a little, he reasoned. Just a little bit... He let his muscles relax as much as he dared, and soon his own little spurts followed, the jet of urine springing through the thin fabric of his spats, through his cupped hands, and onto the floor with three heavy splashes. Gulp... Haru had every muscle tightened, his sheath squashed shut by his hands and legs, and his body contorting like a child refusing to be potty trained, but it simply wasn't enough. Another sequestered hiss started from within the confines of his constrained crotch, but this one was longer... fuller... heavier... and the spattering on the floor under him didn't stop for several seconds. "No... stop... please..." It wasn't clear if he was begging for Yasuko to stop with her flagrant acts or with his own abused and failing bladder control, but neither heeded him. Another rushing surge of urine shot out like a bespoke fountain from in between his fingers and onto the floor, but this one didn't stop, and before long he had parted his hands and legs and simply let the river of pee rushing out of his sheath and onto the floor of the kitchen go. It arced from his tip out through the fabric of his boxers as much as it drained through both of his leg holes; and the moaning, panting that escaped his open, upward tilted maw were as unrestrained as the flow belting from down below. Yasuko smiled from the mouth of her bottle, but she hadn't forgotten about Mizu, and as her gaze swept to him, he meekly protested with a pleading whimper. Gulp. Mizu's eyes went wide. Something had happened within him. As the panda forced down another mouthful of water, it felt like a fuse had been lit inside of his body. As the water worked down the panda's neck, he could feel a chill run down his spine and rush towards his belly. When the water reached Yasuko's stomach and stopped, the signal within his middle didn't, rushing down past his belly button and crashing into his bladder with immense speed. And then, all at once, he realized what it was. His pelvic muscles relaxed all at once, and with a final, futile yelp, his bladder contracted. Despite the pressure from both hands, a spout of urine sprayed forth from his sheath, soaking his blouse and splashing Yasuko's leg before splattering on the tile of the kitchen floor. He commanded his body to stop, tried frantically ordering his pelvic muscles closed, but they heeded no commands, completely overridden by his own body. He let out a wail of defeat, his hands dropping away from his crotch as he slumped to the floor with a wet splat. His stream of urine arced a good foot in the air through his spats, curving back downward and drenching his chest and belly before finally forming a huge puddle beneath him. Gulp... As both boys looked up, between their pants and moans, still helplessly having their accidents, they realized that Yasuko hadn't stopped drinking. Instead, she'd closed her eyes. Gulp. A few bubbles of air rose in the bottle as the vacuum created by her consumption equalized. Her bladder was the opposite of a vacuum, however, her confidence betrayed by the damage her own mind game was playing within her, and before long, a dripping sound joined the gushing and splashing the two boys nearby were making as three or four droplets fell from her suddenly much darker panties. Gulp. They watched in awe, their own bladders nearing empty and their streams dwindling to trickles, then a couple final spurts, as Yasuko continued to chug. She let the hand holding herself slip away from her crotch, resting on her tummy as the dripping became a tiny rivulet. Gulp. The bottle was mostly empty now, only a good mouthful or so left. Yasuko paused to breathe, although the breath was more of a helplessly aroused moan, as the rivulet beneath pulsed with strength, once, twice, and then finally becoming a full, urgent stream as her own grip finally caved. Gulp. The bottle was empty now. It clattered to the floor as she let it drop, splashing where her growing pool of urine was beginning to encroach upon Haru's small lake, both hands on her belly as her stream grew to a fountain, panting and gasping as her own taxed bladder wrung itself empty. She gazed downward, chest heaving, as her victory over the two also reached its end, pouring forth without any hope of stopping as the boys aside of her looked on, dazed and exhausted. At last, she finished, letting her stream trickle to a stop. All three of them collected themselves, panting and groaning as the puddles they made gradually wicked into their underwear and dangling clothes. Their faces were three unique portraits of relief and adrenaline, the group all practically glowing with the thrill of what they'd done. Minutes that seemed like hours ticked on, until Mizu finally returned to some state of awareness, gazing around at the half-naked pair next to him, then down at the now staggeringly drenched kitchen tile. "Whoa..." he mumbled. Yasuko and Haru seemed to rouse at his words, each taking in the scene before them, Yasuko mumbling "No kidding..." and Haru just bashfully smiling and averting his gaze. Yasuko reached out both her arms, pulling the pair over to give both of them a soft, affectionate kiss, amidst the now singular pool beneath them. "You two are amazing. I've... never felt like this before." Mizu quietly mumbled a "Me, either," and Haru simply nodded, working up the courage to beg another kiss from Yasuko with his lips, which she returned warmly. "Well," Yasuko ventured, the wetness on her body rapidly beginning to cool. "We've got some cleanup to do. What do you boys say you head over to the master bathroom and get those wet clothes off, I'll mop up here and join you in a minute while you get the hot water running?" Mizu, Yasuko, and Haru all exchanged glances, and Haru, who was obviously tenting by this point, shakily rose first, followed by Mizu, who developed a similar problem as he tailed behind Haru to the bathroom. Yasuko took a moment to collect herself, testing her legs before rising, licking her lips and envisioning what was soon to follow as she wobbled to a nearby cabinet and dug out some towels. When she finished and joined them, she found herself involved in something that only partially involved helping each other get washed up. They spent the rest of the afternoon and evening bonding, swapping stories and experiences like any other three young adults would, and after dinner, while their clothes tumbled in the dryer, when they all tucked into bed, each was still glowing, now mixed with eager anticipation for what would come the next day, and the days that followed. Sleep wouldn't come easy; for Haru because he was simply too excited, but for the other two, well... ...that's a story for another time.
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  17. The omopipes

    Chapter 1 Aveline climbed onto the bus, her backpack full of books. She walked to the back, eyes down. The bus rumbled, moving forward again. Aveline put on her earbuds and listened to Bon Jovi, a little twitch in her bladder. Told herself that she would pee at home. Occasionally, she would look forward at a ginger head. Stopping again, a boy climbed onto the bus and sat next to Aveline. “Hey Ave?” She glanced at Dan. “I want your help with something.” “Okay. What is it?” Dan took a small object out of his pocket. It resembled a small panpipe that only had two tubes. Each tube had a button a short way inside, close enough to press. Unless you reached inside, you wouldn’t be able to press one of the buttons. “I found this on a sidewalk, and I don’t know what it does. I keep trying to figure it out in my room, but I can’t take it apart and nothing happens when I press one of the buttons.” Aveline took the tube and looked it over. “I don’t know how I can help, but if you want, we can work on it together. You can come over to my place now; my parents are out of town.” “Thanks Ave.” They sat for a few minutes as farms and open sky flashed by. Dan saw Ave look at the ginger girl up ahead. “You know” Ave looked back at him, “I could introduce you to Lily.” Blushing, she fumbled to say something. “Don’t worry about it” reassured Dan, “Lily’s actually pretty friendly. You both like music. I think you’d make a cute couple.” “I… Oh look,” said Ave getting up, “it’s our stop.” They both got walked down the aisle, with Dan waving to Lily as they passed. They got down from the bus and walked over to Ave’s small two-story house. Dan passed Ave as she unlocked the door. Her family’s house had wooden floors, landscape paintings, and comfy pillows on the sofa to the right. They went upstairs, where the two bedrooms were, each with their own bathroom attached. Dan started up her Xbox, while Ave dropped her backpack and went to her bathroom; she closed the door. Undressing, she sat on the toilet and peed, sighing contently. Peeing for a while, she thought about indulging in omo, but Dan was over, and she decided to wait until he was gone to play around. Wiping herself, she dressed again and left the bathroom. On screen, Raiden was slashing his way through Metal Gear Rising as Ave sat down. “Alright then” Dan paused the game and took out the pipes. He lifted it and showed again to Ave. “So, I tried taking it apart with my multi-tool, but I haven’t found an opening”. He started meddling with it. Grabbing it, Ave tried pressing the buttons. Ave felt a little twinge in her bladder, but nothing happened. “Have you tried holding the buttons?” Trying again she held down one of the buttons. Almost immediately, her bladder moved as Ave felt the need to pee again. She let go in surprise. Dan lunged and grabbed the pipes. “Are you okay?” Dan looked at the pipe, looking for a spike or something else. “What happened?” “I, uh” Ave started fidgeting again. “I need to pee all of a sudden.” Realization dawned on Dan, and he thought of something. Standing up, Dan said “Ave, do you think this thing is magic?” “Oh, come on, a pipe that can make people pee?” “Let’s test it.” Dan gestured to the bathroom. “How about this. You go back in and pee, and I’ll hold the button again. If you fill up, we’ll know it works” They walked over to the bathroom, and Ave went inside. She was nervous, but…Wait a minute, thought Ave. “Why does the omopipe not affect you?” Pausing, Dan replied “Omopipe? That’s actually a pretty good name. Well, maybe it only affects girls?” He shook his head. “I’ve never used magic before. Come on, let’s test this.” Ave went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her. For the second time she took off her undergarments and peed into the toilet. “Alright Ave, I’m going to test it. Are you ready?” “Yeah” Wiping herself, Ave awaited the filling of her bladder. Her heart sped up, realizing all the fun she could have the omopipe. I’ll have to wait until Dan’s left. He’ll probably give it to me anyway since he knows I like to play around. Outside, Dan wondered exactly which pipe had the omo button. Hope this is the right one. He held the left button. As the seconds ticked by, Ave began to feel a warmth around her private parts. Her heart sped up and it began to spread; her vagina went moist with arousal. Excited, she began to finger herself more and more vigorously, until she climaxed, moaning and squirting. Frowning, Dan asked “Ave, are you okay?” She was too busy getting down from her high to answer. “I know you like omo, but it sounds like you had an orgasm.” Calming down, Ave wiped herself again, dressed, and opened the door. “We’ve got work to do.” End of Chapter 1
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  18. so i had an exciting experience on a plane today. i hadn't gone to the bathroom since i woke up in the morning, and i had a large chai latte when i arrived at the airport a few hours before my flight. when i got on the plane i forgot about it, and slept for the first 2 hours. when i woke up i could feel a pretty strong pressure on my bladder, but it wasn't too bad, and i was in the window seat, so i figured i'd just wait till the plane landed to go to the bathroom. over the next half hour or so, i still didn't want to bother the people sitting next to me, but i could feel my need grow gradually stronger, and i had to start squirming a little and jiggling my leg. by the time half an hour had passed, i was really starting to feel uncomfortable. it was at the point where i started having trouble concentrating on what i was doing on my laptop, and i decided that there was no way i'd be able to hold it the whole flight, so i should just go now. unfortunately, as i was thinking this but before getting up, the seatbelt sign turned on. i wasn't too worried because i could definitely hold it for a bit, so i decided it'd be fine and i could wait until it turned off. it stayed on for 10 minutes or so, during which i got progressively more uncomfortable, having to cross and uncross my legs a few times to hold in my pee. i was quite relieved when the sign turned off, but right when it did, the guy sitting next to me got up to go to the bathroom too. i decided it'd be easier and less noticeable holding it sitting down than standing up waiting for the bathroom, so i stayed in my seat to wait for him to get back. but this backfired, because the seatbelt sign turned back on before he returned. now i was starting to worry a little bit. i was at the point where i was still trying to squirm subtly, but if you looked at me you could definitely tell i had to go. i wasn't *too* concerned about not being able to hold it, but the thought did cross my mind. unluckily for me, this time the turbulence lasted for around half an hour. over the course of that time, i got gradually more desperate to pee, and it was starting to become about the only thing i could think about. at first i was hoping it would only last for a bit like the first time, but after around 10 minutes had passed and the turbulence showed no signs of stopping, i was starting to become genuinely concerned about whether i'd be able to make it. i was trying not to be too obvious about my desperation, but i was now constantly squirming and squeezing my legs together, occasionally bouncing both of them up and down. after about 10 more minutes that felt a lot longer, i realized that if the turbulence lasted for too long, it was a very real possibility that i would wet myself on the plane. i started to panic a little, and still trying to be as subtle as possible, pressed hard on my inner thigh with my hand, trying as hard as i could to resist the urge to hold myself. at this point i started losing track of time, begging the seatbelt sign to turn off so i could let go of the huge amount of pee i was holding in. probably 5 or 10 minutes later, i was really getting close to my limit, and trying not to think of whether people would see me, had to start grabbing myself under the tray table (which really didn't hide much) to avoid losing it. after a few minutes of this, my body was telling me that i was about to pee myself if i didn't do something about it. panicked, i decided to let a little bit go so i could hold in the rest. as i tried to release as little pee as i could, a spurt way larger than what i intended came out, and my heartrate must have nearly doubled as i quickly thrust my hand between my legs. i was incredibly embarrassed, but i had to pee about as bad as i ever had before, and i knew that i had minutes left before i would start peeing in my seat. i kept my hand pushed between my legs, because it felt like it was the only thing keeping my pee from flooding out. i hadn't gotten up to go to the bathroom because i had seen a flight attendant send someone back to her seat when she tried to go, but i was so desperate that i was about to decide that the embarrassment of people seeing how badly i had to go was better than the embarrassment of wetting myself. fortunately, i didn't have to make that decision, because just then the seatbelt sign turned back off. i froze for a few seconds, still squirming desperately in my seat, because i didn't want the people next to me to see me immediately jump up and know how badly i had to go. but i couldn't wait any longer than that, and i mumbled an "excuse me" as i tried my best to keep my composure while i stepped over them and speedwalked down the aisle. it was a good thing for me that nobody had gotten to the bathroom before me, because if i had to wait even for one person i think i might not have made it, i was really that close to my limit. i very nearly started peeing on myself in anticipation of getting to a toilet as i was locking the door, but barely managed to hold on for the last few seconds. so yeah, that was one of the closest calls i've had in public, and i felt *incredibly* relieved as i finally peed for who knows how long
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  19. So here's a loop for you. I like the idea of Sasquatch. The idea of a North American Primate is not that weird to me. One of the things the big guy is famous for is inducing feelings of fear, dread and sometimes even paralysis without even being seen. Scientists, in the recent field of bioacoustics have identified this as infrasound. We know big cats produce it and we know it does produce these effects in humans. So aside from from that, where does the relevance for all that pre-amble come in for us Diaper lovers? Well... I am currently testing and would like the input of any of you sound specialists, audio engineers or others on the idea of low frequency hypnosis. Specifically for diapered bedwetting. It's something I find fascinating. We cannot consciously perceive infrasound but our brain is still affected by it. Would the same hold true for hypnotic suggestion? Google has turned up surprisingly little though I admit, I may be searching it up wrong. What I have done is run a few hypnotic tracks through Audacity and pitch corrected them at much lower frequency. The only thing I can audibly hear is a sound akin to scratching but theoretically, the track is still playing at a frequency I cannot completely hear. This way I can have it running awake or asleep, kind of 24/7 so it should allegedly affect my subconscious such that whenever I sleep in a diaper, I should be comfortable enough to pee in my sleep. I have been doing this for one day. So.... not that long. From what little I know about hypnosis, part of what gives it... for lack of a better term... its... "power".... is believing it does which I struggle with. I don't entirely believe in it, I just thought it would be fun to try. But what about you guys? Am I wasting my time? Is Audacity the program I should be using to produce proper low frequency audio? Am I wasting my time? Would I be better off with audible hypnotic triggers? Is hypnosis even a thing? Am I wasting my time? Please tell me I'm not just wasting my time lol.
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  20. Anytime 😊 Thank you. It is fun sharing our 'not so secret' kinky side sometimes! Never met a girl quite like her before. So playful and happy to wet!💕
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  21. Oh if you catch me on a Zoom call these days there's a 50% change I'm diapered 🙂
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  22. 330 downloads

    From the compilation. The screenshots are photos taken after her wet, fun, cute clip! Alice had been out all day and she just peed in her cute jean shorts and grey panties all day rather than find a toilet, because hey, why not? 🤷‍♀️ She wet them about 4 or 5 times from morning to evening so they were soaked. So when she needed to pee again, why would she bother using the toilet? She just deliberately pees herself as soon she gets home and lays on our bed, just to make her jeans and her bottom all warm again and feel that sudden, spreading wetness trickle between her legs inside the shorts all over again! She can be such a naughty and spontaneous girl sometimes. She will surprise me and wet her pants when I least suspect every now and then, too! P.s. please Inbox if youd like to get your hands on some of my soaked panties too. Just in case anyone is ever interested, as we've had a couple requests ❤ Stay safe and wet, Love Alice! Hope you enjoy
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  23. Great story (again), Rachel! I'm looking forward to your future diaper adventures - a positive side-effect of the Covid-19 measures.... 😉 Btw, when I read the story I imagined you getting a zoom video call while you were still sitting there in your wet pull-up and panties.....love that idea..... 😉
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  24. Thanks it still means alot! I'm glad! I was afraid it might be too much noise! Thanks, glad to see your support as always! thanks alot! It was less that it was hard to find the specific noise, but rather it was hard to find a video where there was little to no background noise or overbearing room tone. Alot of the time the ones making the noise, are also moaning or grunting, so it would be harder to cut and edit multiple videos sounds without proper sound editing software. But in the end i was able to find some good videos to work with!
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  25. I wet myself while on video call twice already since I started working from home and luckily no one noticed what I done. On one occasion I even had to talk while peeing. I was wearing panties and mini skirt. I was so desperate I couldn't wait, hold and talk with normal voice at the same time, so I just let it go and continue talking. I had to put my foot under the stream of pee running of the chair to the floor, so others wouldn't hear that. My shoe was full of pee after that. On the other occasion, I just turned off my microphone while peeing, since I was not talking. I pee myself almost every day while working, but usually doesn't happen while on video call. I dribble during the day enough to feel the wetness in my panties and than use a bathroom, but 3 hours before the end of the day, I have "no bathroom" policy. Since I usually have to pee about every 2 hours, you can guess what usually happens in the last hour while making sure I stay well hydrated. I always make sure I turn off the camera before I stand up, because I wear a skirt and high heels every day while working at home and my coworkers don't know about my crossdressing life and on camera only see my upper body wearing a normal male shirt or Tshirt, if is less official meeting.
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  26. 450 downloads

    Source: https://www.pornhub.com/model/aimee-rose
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  27. Did you get checked out, it could be a UTI hun...
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  29. One of our tour stops in London was a trip to a castle out of town. The bus ride took awhile and when we got there we had to stand around waiting for our turn to enter the castle. Our guide told us that there was bathrooms before we got in and then the bathrooms were again available after the tour. I wanted to enjoy myself so I decided to hit the bathrooms before we went in. After I was done I met up with our group and waited to go in. We had just gotten in to the first room when I noticed this girl a little anxious. About half way through she crossed her legs and said something to her mom. Her mom gave her a stern look and walked away. We finally got to the last room and by this time she was sneaking off to the corners of the room to hold herself quickly. By the last room she was holding more than not. When we finished her and her mom ran for the bathroom. By the time I got in line she was near the front and was struggling. She made it in and came out so relieved. After I peed I had to check and tried to look without being a perv. She had a small pee patch on her shorts.
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  30. Whoa this was probably the longest pee I've ever seen. You must have been pretty desperate. Your bladder must be huge with all thay pee inside.
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  31. I went to the bed diapered. Things happened. Now I need a change.
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  32. I have a few similar stories, where I was unwilling listener of such stories. We were walking with an ex-girlfriend in the park when she admitted she has to pee. I joked that she could pee in the bushes. In fact, I was secretly hoping she would squat in front of me. But she definitely refused, telling me that she couldn’t do such things, regardless how urgently she has to pee. She never guessed, that I would like pee related staff. We continued the conversation and she told me what was happened to her colleague. She worked as a nurse. Once her colleague was walking back to home and had to pee really badly. It was raining and she decided to remove her umbrella and started to pee through the clothes. All her clothes got wet, both outwear and underwear. On this way she managed to hide, that she had peed herself. Once I was waiting my wife outside of a grocery shop. Next to me there were two young girls that were talking to each other. One of the girls asked another why she hadn’t been at some party. Another girl said that she was walking to the party, but on the way she had felt desperate to pee and considered to walk back. I couldn’t get more details, because the girls continued talking more quietly. I only got to heart one of them said “that it is very obvious on the red pants!”. It was obvious she were talking about a pee accident. We were talking with friend of mine, when I admitted I had to go pee, but I still could wait. Then she started to explain me how bad is to postpone the need to pee. She used to work at a taxi call center and many times during the shifts she kept holding herself for very long periods. Finally, she was hardly getting to the toilet in time. I asked her “Maybe sometimes she couldn’t get in time?” and she confirmed “Yes, it was happened.” Unfortunately, I couldn’t get more details from her.
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  33. 1.2 Samantha stood in front of the minivan, awestruck at the mansion towering before her. It was not at all what she had pictured when Theresa called it The House. Part medieval castle, part celebrity vacation home, she now understood that was just the name. ”This...?” She asked, at a loss for words for the first time since this journey began. ”This is The House,” The Theresa answered, ushering Samantha inside. “And we’re a little late. There are many reasons self control is essential. Remember that moving foreword.” ”We’re late because I had to pee?” Samantha questioned. ”No,” Theresa said. “We’re late because you urinated. I too felt that temptation throughout the entire ride and still ongoing, but that was my burden to bare. You gave in to it. That is why we are late.” ”Peeing is not a temptation,” Samantha retorted, though under her breath. ”WELCOME TO THE WITICKER’S HOME FOR TROUBLED YOUTH!” A blaring voice announced, echoing throughout the Great Room the pair just entered. Two spiral staircases led to other floors on each side of the room. Three women stood in the middle - one a little older, one in maybe her 30’s, and one about Samantha’s age. ”You must be Samantha?” The older woman said, coming foreword to shake her hand. “My name Dorothy Lasage and I’m the Headmistress here at The Home, but please, call me Dot.” ”Behind me is Eliza McGovern and her Selectee Rachael Adminski,” Dot continued. “Rachael will be the other young woman in your cohort.” Samantha and Theresa took a place standing next to Rachael and Eliza, all facing Dot as the Headmistress began a well versed introduction before delving into some of the policies. ”Here at The Home, you will learn invaluable skills and trades. Most of our graduates go on to special forces or intelligence. We expect the same you. Accordingly, your day to day life while here is heavily structured,” Dot said. ”You will have morning physical training from 06:30 until 08:00, class from 08:15 until noon. Lunch from noon until 13:00. 13:15 until 16:00 will contain practical or skill based learning. Afternoon physical training from from 16:15 until 17:30. Dinner from 17:45 until 18:30. An hour of self study and reflection until 19:30. And lights out at 20:00.” Dot listed off the grueling schedule. ”It is expected you will shower after both morning and afternoon physical training. Which takes me to bodily matters,” Dot continued. “There are several bathrooms throughout The House. They unlock automatically at 06:00 upon waking and again at 19:30 before bed. It is strongly recommended you take full advantage of both these times. There was a Selectee several years ago who liked to sleep in and missed her morning bathroom time. She had some very difficult days. ”Wait,” Samantha said out of turn. “So what happens if you have to pee during the day?” She asked, thinking of Theresa who still had yet to go. Dot looked back to Theresa who stepped foreword to answer. “As you already know Samantha, and to inform you Rachael, I myself currently have a bladder that has been announcing its presence to me for several hours now. It has started to bulge out and dig into my belt. I am also acutely aware of the pressure pushing on my urethra. However, one of the core competencies of The House is self control. That includes bodily functions such as urination. Therefore, I will continue to maintain my composure and control until 19:30 tonight when my restroom is unlocked and I may appropriately relieve myself.” Rachael raises her hand before softly asking, “What about that time of month? Do the bathrooms unlock more often?” This time, Dot looked to Eliza. “The short answer is no, the washrooms lock and unlock automatically at the same times every day, regardless. Now, we are all women here. We understand that the cycle is normal and natural. Over the years, we have trialed almost every solution one can think of. Ultimately, we’ve found the most success with these,” Eliza said, stepping foreword and pulling the front of her pants open to reveal she was wearing what looking like a thin diaper around her waist that progressed into a noticeably thick pad near her groin. ”Forgive me for my appearance, as is currently the same with Theresa, my bladder is unusually full today. But we’ve found that this particular cycle pad offers the least effect on daily activities, while managing to cleanly and effectively contain even the heaviest of flows.” ”Can’t you just pee in it?” Samantha asked. Eliza smiles softly. “Unfortunately no, as these are not disposable. Our laundry staff does an amazing job. However, they have been strictly instructed to alert senior staff should that occur. The goal here, is to learn and practice self control. As such, my urine will remain in my bladder at this time. As I’m sure Theresa told you, Miss Witicker strongly believed in minimizing waste. The urine breaks down the integrity of the pad and shortly renders them useless.” ”She did tell me that,” Samantha said. “Also told me you don’t use toilet paper here?” ”That is correct,” Dot answered this time. “Toilet tissue is extremely wasteful and ultimately harmful to the environment.” After a long pause where Samantha expected Dot to continue, she asked, “So what do you use then?” Dot looked softly at Samantha for a moment before asking, “ Samantha, may I ask what the status of your pubic hair is?” ”My uh... what now?” Samantha stumbled out, completely thrown off. ”Your pubic hair,” Dot continued without missing a beat. “As you can see,” she started while pulling her pants and white cotton panties to her knees, “I, as well as my fellow Board Members are completely shaven clean. Not a single hair to be found. This allows for fast and effective use of our bidet, followed by complete drying by air. The so called ‘drip dry’ technique.” From Samantha’s side, Rachael finally spoke up. “I’m sorry, but all this talk about going to the bathroom and I was totally unprepared for this and Eliza wouldn’t stop on the way here and I just... I really have to go to the bathroom. Like right now,” she said, bending over at the waist and plunging a hand into her crotch. While Samantha was feeling some need to go again, she was incredibly thankful Theresa stopped for her.
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  34. I won't hide this thread as I want to clear up some confusion on this topic. We did indeed adopt a policy that banned posting/advertising links to cam pages on here a while back as it was getting out of hand with some specific models encouraging people watching their streams to spam links to their pages on here and those same said models inviting toxicity / harassment towards other models that tried to advertise on here as well. The entire thing devolved into the stupidest example of an online "turf war" and at that point we put our foot down and straight up banned linking to them entirely. I understand wanting to have a place to share these links, however, and am open to revisiting this policy. I would encourage sharing your feedback on this here if you think we should change this policy: https://www.omorashi.org/forum/37-feedback/ If this policy is rescinded we will likely only ban specific models/user accounts from being advertised on here if they attempt to abuse our platform or otherwise engage in harassment instead of banning links to these sites entirely. I'm still going to lock this topic for the time being, but I understand your frustrations and recognize our approach to this issue may have been a bit too heavy-handed. As such I will be revisiting our policy on this.
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  35. Yeah, I'm hunting for something. Hoping somebody can give me a lead. I'm looking for vids of girls peeing their pants while flat on their back. Have a supreme memory of an old college crush who conked out during a party. She literally slid down the wall and was lying in the hallway while she peed her jeans. I remember seeing Japanese vids of this nature (rare) maybe 15 years ago. Haven't seen anything since. Ideas/help...anybody?
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  36. The feminist in me is slightly taken aback by the question of whether having a model glue your brand sticker to her tits constitutes an inappropriate amount of objectification. The pervert in me is exalted by her sexy nude legs, and the brand sticker glued to her tits. 🤷‍♀️
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  37. Here are some more Someone suggested I drew a girl with a bomb in place of a bladder in the xray to represent how bursting it was, it's just a very quick sketch I had the ides for this in a discord conversation, I think the conversation started because someone mistook mililiters with liters This image is made by @Phentaiee He said "I can imagine a follow up sequence with her getting a tight hug from whoever’s looking at the image, letting out a quick yelp, but pretending nothing is wrong, just happy to have such a tight hug..." "I’m not drawing a followup, this took forever, but I can definitely imagine it" So I made it myself (I'm not making my own image bigger for emphasis, the site won't let me make his any bigger)
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  38. I have seen a few women wetting themselves at music festivals in the last couple of years. The first was one who was wearing a short jumpsuit, very much like this (and the same colour). There was a very long line for the portaloos and she must have worried that she would publicly wet herself standing in the queue. So instead she and her friend went to a corner of the fence. She knelt on the grass and pissed through her clothes. I was lucky to spot her and realised what she was doing. When she stood up, the dampness on the shorts between her legs was very visible, until she wrapped her jumper round her waist to hide it. The second was a very drunk woman, at a different festival. Again, it was close to a very long queue for the toilets. She wore a pale blue denim miniskirt. She was on her own and simply sat on the grass in front of a fence, with her legs out in front of her. I guessed she was peeing in her knickers and through her skirt, sitting in her own warm puddle, from the way she sat very still, with her legs straight in front of her. When she finished, she stood up and the pee pooled in her skirt spilled out. I saw another the same evening. She also wore a blue denim miniskirt. She went with her boyfriend to another fence. She squatted very low to pee, but was too shy to pull her knickers down. So instead, she pissed through them. She managed to keep her skirt dry. Another night, another festival. A couple went to a chain link fence to pee in the grass. She stood next to him and watched him pee through the fence. She helped him aim. Then it was his turn. She stood in front of him, back to the fence, pulled up her dress to her waist, parted her legs and pissed through her knickers, standing in front of him. She wore black and white knickers a bit like these: Same festival, very close place. Four girls went to the fence together. Two pulled down their shorts and squatted low in the grass to pee. They finished. The other two took their turn. One lifted her skirt, pulled down her knickers and squatted to piss. The other pulled up her skirt to uncover her bum and leaned back against a fence post for support. She wet her knickers like that, preferring to keep them on and pee through them, rather than undress in public. I don't know what has changed; I have seen many girls peeing in public at music festivals, but these are the first I have seen wetting themselves. I might just have been in the right place at the right time. Or perhaps for some reason some girls now choose to wet. Or perhaps I might just have got better at noticing women wetting themselves in public Actually, there was one more I remember, from a few years earlier. It was at the end of the day, and the crowd was leaving. Ahead of me were a couple walking hand-in-hand. She was slim, blonde, very cute, wearing a pale t-shirt and very brief, well-fitting faded denim shorts. My gaze dropped to her peachy bum, swaying with her stride. And then I realised that her shorts were damp around the bottom at the back, with the dark, damp patch rising up between her buttocks. It exactly matched the wet patch I had seen on numerous photos of girls who had peed in their shorts.
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  39. We went out to get some essentials earlier and we were walking back from the car. She was holding it most of the evening, then she told she wanted to wet her jeans while we walk back home just for the fun of it! There were so many cars coming and she had to walk all the way home afterwards in her totally soaked pissy jeans! She was so bold and brazen tonight! Especially as she could have been caught by anyone! Herea the link! Sorry about the car alarm going off in the background.. problems of filming secretly in a public place 😂: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e8660093f469 P.s. Heres some pics of her in her pissy jeans afterwards when we got home! ❤ Hope you all enjoy! From Alice and Dave! 😊
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  40. I totally agree with staying at home during these times. So I created some Omorashi dares/ challenges that you can do at home. The first chapter of this wattapad story is Pee challenges/dares for at home. Enjoy!! https://www.wattpad.com/story/217687748-pee-challenges
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  41. I love the feeling of piss gushing into my pants, and watching the wet spot grow as it does. I love watching a woman piss herself, and hearing the sound of it gushing out of her and splattering on the inside of the fabric of her pants as she does.
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  42. Good question! Looking at the answers so far, I seem to be a special case here: for me it is mainly about self-discipline, control of your own body, training and ultimately being rewarded. Self-discipline in terms of: do I give in to the slightest urge and pee - or can I hold for some more minutes or for some more hours, coping with that feeling of unease? Till it reaches the point where my body is fighting to release, but I remain in control of when and how much to release. By applying that control, I can train my bladder to hold more and go longer and that progress can be measured quantatively (which I do measure). And ultimately, the rewarding feeling of releasing. I do not care about wetting - in fact it is the opposite of that control that I search for in Omorashi. Though. I do enjoy others that willingly (!) hold their pee, I enjoy seeing them release at an urinal next to me, hearing them sigh quietly while hours worth of pee hit the toilet bowls. But I do not get enjoyment when the action of holding is forced upon that person without enjoyment (which is the case for a lot of desperation stories I am coming across...)
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  43. I love this story! It's so detailed and well-done. Can't wait for chapter 5. I so wish every country was that open-minded with gender. Wouldn't it be great to be somewhere where it's just not a big deal, you are who you are, your identity is seen as valid, and everyone's fine with that? I'm a woman, and cis, but I dress in a pretty androgynous way and I don't go out of my way to be girlie or put on makeup. Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just not my style. I hear crap all the time about it, which is just absurd. Anyway, great work and I'll definitely be following along for the next part!
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  44. [Author's notes: First of all, this is my first fanfic on OmoOrg, so please don't be too harsh! Critiques are welcome. Yes, the title sucks, I'm not good at naming things. Also, as a request, don't quote the entire post in your replies, thanks!] Chapter 1: The First Accident After a long day of class, Yang walked into her dorm room, and began to stretch. Somehow, Ruby had convinced Weiss to go into town to go shopping, and Blake was studying in the library, so Yang was left to herself. And that was perfectly fine by her; in fact, she was relieved by that fact. She had a plan for tonight, after all; a plan that worked a lot better since she was by herself, and she had already put several hours worth of preparation into her plan. Her first step had been to take a drink break as often as she could; between every class, and at every water fountain between her last class and the dorms. The second step in her two-step plan, was more of an inaction. She had neglected to use the restroom since before lunch. The end result was a simple fact, as common sense as 2+2=4. Yang Xiao Long desperately needed to pee. As she stretched, she intentionally spread her legs as wide as she could – which was a remarkable amount – intentionally relieving as much pressure on her bladder as she could. The action caused her to have to use her bladder muscles as the only thing keeping her pee in. This, of course, meant that the feeling of desperation multiplied significantly. Yang, however, didn’t mind. She was still in full control. She’d spent the last several weeks working on her stamina – holding as absolutely long as she could, to force her body to figure out how to hold as much as possible. Yang decided to test herself. Instead of holding back actively, she pushed out ever so slightly. This let her pee rush all the way into her urethra. She was now using her sheer willpower to hold it in. She kept this up until she feel her control beginning to slip, and then returned to holding it actively. However, the effort had essentially doubled her desperation, and she was almost right back on the edge. Since she was near the end of her endurance, Yang finally allowed herself to head to the bathroom and lock the door behind her, just in case. However, instead of dropping her pants and sitting on the toilet like a good girl, she climbed down into the bathtub. She leaned up against the wall and spread her legs as wide as she could. She reached between her legs, and rubber her groin over her panties, and moaned slightly as the urge to pee grew with the pressure. She knew exactly what she was getting ready to do, and she absolutely loved the thought of it. As her panties began to get wet with her excitement, she thought back to the first time she’d done something like what was about to happen. * * * It had happened in her first semester at Beacon. She was just getting settled into her daily routine. It turned out that there was plenty of time for lunch, and her professor immediately after lunch was fairly lenient with tardiness. So, she offered to take her team to Vale for lunch. The four girls went to a popular restaurant and ate their fills. Yang neglected to pay attention to how much she had to drink, and ended up getting a few refills too many. As the girls made their way back to Beacon, Yang realized that she wouldn’t have time to use the restroom before class. Her professor was lenient, yes, but not that lenient. No matter, Yang thought to herself, I’ll just go after the next class. I don’t even have to go that bad.. However, as the class wore on, her extra refills began to add up. The class didn’t end a moment too soon. Yang left the classroom – and then immediately realized her mistake. My next class is on the far side of the school. Yang ran across the school, and finally made it to the right building. Unfortunately, she only had a minute or so to be in the class, and this as one of the strictest teachers in the school. Yang sighed and resigned herself to suffering through one more class. Like the previous hour, the multiple sodas took their toll on Yang’s bladder. By the end of class, she was barely able to focus. As the bell rang, Yang got up and headed towards the nearest bathroom. When she got there, she cursed silently. Shit! The bathroom would be out of order today, wouldn’t it! By the time she determined the bathroom really was out of order and unusable, Yang realized that she had just enough time to make her last class of the day. Well, she thought, it could be worse. It’s the last class, I’ll make it just fine. As the class wore on, Yang could feel her endurance wearing thin. She cursed the professor with every fiber of her body. How dare you teach about the Great Flood today! With the constant talk of water, Yang was unable to keep her mind off of her needs. She tapped her foot impatiently, as her bladder reached maximum capacity. As the class continued, Yang’s focus shifted more and more on her aching bladder. Hesitantly, she crossed her legs in an attempt to hold it in better. She hoped no one looked at her, because she very rarely crossed her legs. As the minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, she soon found her hips wiggling in a ‘pee dance’. Damn it, she cursed, I really shouldn’t have had so much to drink! She started to cry internally, when a sudden wave of desperation hit her. She quickly grabbed her groin with her free hand, trying to physically hold the wave back. Her efforts were mostly successful, but a small but significant amount leaked into her panties. When she was certain she had control of herself again, she made possibly the biggest mistake of the day; she looked at the clock. How the hell do we still have half an hour left?!? She screamed on the inside as she realized something very important. Quite simply, she was absolutely not going to make it. She had just begun to raise her hand to ask to use the restroom, when Jaune’s hand shot up. “P-professor Peach, may I please use the restroom!?” Jaune yelled. With her permission, he got up, went to the front of class, and took the only bathroom pass there was. Professor Peach was often criticized for her elementary school method of using the restroom, but she absolutely refused to change it. Yang’s heart sank right into her bladder as she lowered her hand before she really even raised it. As close as they were to the end of class, she wasn’t going to get a chance to go. She whined to herself as another wave rolled over her. In that moment, Yang made a decision that would alter her life forever. She knew she wasn’t going to make it without wetting herself, but maybe she could spare herself the embarrassment of a full accident. I’m going to have to let some out. Oh gods, this is the worst day of my life. Taking a deep breath, Yang prepared to summon as much control as she could muster. Concentrating, she let go of some of the tension holding herself back. Her face turned red as a small amount of liquid began to work its way into her panties. She did her absolute best to keep her stream week and slow, trying to maintain control. The slightest miscalculation, If she let go just the slightest amount too much, and she would lose control, and she would end up soaking herself. Yang slowly allowed herself to leak for the count of 30, and then somehow managed to force herself to stop. She could feel the wet spot on her panties, and knew there was a small puddle in her chain. She sat and thought for a moment, trying to assess her situation. She did indeed feel better, but the edge was still sharp, and she knew she would have to let out more. Stubbornly, Yang forced herself to try and wait it out, not knowing who would see her, but after a mere few minutes, she was forced to concede. Tears welled up in her eyes as she willingly peed in her panties some more. This time, she went for the count of 60, and flinched as she heard the subtle, faint sound of her puddle spilling onto the floor. Though barely audible to her, in her ears she felt like she heard each and every drop hitting the floor. She swore that she felt every ounce flowing out of here as if it were a gallon. Fortunately, in the last ten seconds, she felt the edge fade, and she knew she would be able to make it out of the class without peeing any more. She re-asserted control over her bladder, and cautiously looked around to see if anyone was looking at her. To her great surprise, everyone was just as bored and expressionless as they ever were. Thank Oum. I don’t know how I could live with myself if people knew that I peed myself. To her saving grace, the final bell rang and dismissed the class for the day. Yang remained in her seat until everyone that would be able to see her mess was gone and then got up and hurried out of the class. Never thought I’d be glad that the school uniform’s skirt is black, but here I am. She hurried to the dorm as fast as she could, but her need resurfaced and prevented her from running. Eventually, Yang made her way to the dorm. She waddled to the bathroom, so desperate to pee that she couldn’t even walk straight. She got the door open, closed, and locked, when she lost all control. Her pee once again began to escape from her, renewing the wetness in her panties. Fuck! She screamed internally. No, no, no! This can’t be happening. However, despite her best efforts, nothing would restore her control. I can’t make a mess… she managed to think as her pee began to flow down her legs. She hobbled over to the bathtub and got in, finally giving up and letting her pee flow uninhibited. For what felt like hours, Yang’s bladder emptied itself into her clothes, completely and utterly soaking them, turning her white panties very see-through. As the embarrassment faded, Yang was surprised to find herself getting aroused. Damn, this almost feels good. Yang didn’t know if her arousal was from the sheer relief of letting go after holding for so long, or if she was actually enjoying herself. All she could really think about was peeing, and the vaguely positive feeling it brought. * * * The whole accident had lasted maybe a full minute, but Yang vividly remembered the feeling. About a month later, Yang decided to do it again, but this time intentionally and more controlled. With the embarrassment and desperation not present to distract her, Yang was able to focus on the feeling of peeing in her clothes, and found that she did indeed enjoy it, and was still aroused by the feeling. And now, here she was, masturbating to her first accident, filled to the brim with pee, just beginning to leak. She achieved orgasm, and came into her clothes. Not far behind, the contents of her bladder followed, and Yang Xiao Long once again peed herself.
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  45. Aqua Can't Hold It

    From the album: OmoSuba!!

    If she took off the rest of her clothes, why is she still wearing her gloves and stockings?
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  46. I am the guy with the smartphone on the left!
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  47. Downloaded the game, launching the application.. nothing happens... Did I do something wrong somewhere?
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  48. There is this famous scene from 'I need 2 Pee' where Mandy got really desperate on the ride back to the hotel after the shoot and had an accident in the lift.
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