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  1. Just sharing a quick account of an experience from yesterday... I was in the bathroom cleaning the sink and mirror when my wife (who was working on cleaning the kitchen at the time) all of a sudden made a mad dash into the bathroom, saying "oh my god, oh my god, I need to pee" as she quickly dashed to the toilet right in front of me. With one motion she undid and pulled down her pants but then had to reach again to get her underwear down separately for some reason. It happened as quick as a flash almost, but in this split second looking right towards her, I saw pee coming out as she got her underwear down before even sitting down on the toilet. Panties were definitely wet. She said it came on all of a sudden while cleaning the kitchen counter and she immediately ran to the bathroom, saying it started coming out as she was getting her underwear down. Definitely my surprise of the day.
    10 points
  2. Hi... Sorry English is not my native language but I will try to explain the situation the best I can... Today, I had to go to the center of the town to buy various stuff. I have a friend who I chat with her and she is really into omo, and we started to chat and we were talking about what we love more into omo, and public wetting is one of the things we like but we never did. 15 days ago a just let few drops into my jeans while chatting it was awesome and we remembered this fantastic moment and I'm out from home so this can be repeated... So I will try to no get to the bathroom today I see if I can hold during all the day... I was wearing one of my favs jeans, very well fitted to me... I do my businees in town, the day was sunny, I wa thirsty so I bought a fuit juice to get hydrated. and I go to take the metro to back home. I have to take a metro then change to the autobus. I passed 4 hours in the town center, i's like 5h30PM the sun will go out and it's time to go back. I finish with a little time to drink my juice and I go to the metro... i feel I have to pee but something regular... When I sat down I started to have a more need to pee... I arrived and into the trasboration from metro to autobus, I get attraped in a rain so I take refuge into a cash machine office, I started to feel I really need to pee... With this rain it was really hard it doesn't help me a lot the only thing I won is to need to pee more! I was chatting with my friend and she says me hold it yes you can do it! But if you pee your pants no problem... 10 minuts later, the rain trun off and I go to take the autobus. At the moment i was waiting for it... .. I really have to pee... and the buses were crowded so... I had to wait, 10 minutes later I can catch one I I go for 25 minuts more of traject. My bladder was really full, I was stand, each movement made me thought I will drop! I was moving slowly my legs and try to ignore my really full bladder... My friend was sending me pictures of cascads and fountains so I didn't looked at the phone during the trajectπŸ˜‚ 3 stations before arriving I was very baaad, my belt was making pressure over my bladder I was thinking I'll arrive soon please... My heard was making bum bum bum... Finally I arrived, I go out from the station and I said my friend I can't anymore and she says me, don't worry, just do it... There was a lot pof people near the station so I found a more quiet place, I was really dark, the sun was gone and without doing any effort I feel someting hot in by boxers... I say to my friend look! I'm leaking but I stopped, she says me don't worry, do it! My heat was racing bam bam bam... It felt absolutely awesome, this time I really wet my pants totally in public! I stayed there 10 minuts chatting with her some really sweet things and about what just happened to me... I had to walk 10 mins to home, it was night so I did, I passed front of people idk if they noticied but no matter... A took a detalled look of the damages I did to my jeans... I really had to pee... And I ended having a fully clothed shower I enjoyed it sooo much, I hope you too, I'm happy to share it with you! Much love πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ˜πŸ’–
    9 points
  3. I finally had some time to be wet and naughty. So I finished my alcoholic drink and followed it up with a liter of tea. Soon I was getting squirmy. I tried to diasract myself from my full bladder by reading. It didn't really work that well. And the tight waistband of my grey sweatpants wasn't helping much either. I had spent a week being a good little girl, dry and quite boring. More time than I have been used to lately. I had been longing for the chance to wet these bottoms. They have such a soft, fluffy fleece lining. Perfect for peeing in. I wasn't going for a long, drawn out, intense desperate holding. I just wanted to hold long enough to wet get satisfyingly wet. As I lay in bed getting nice and tight and full, I put down my book and began pressing my tummy, rubbing it, massaging it. Legs crossed, squeezing, grinding against my hand, I felt the tingling and throbbing, not for peeing, but for a full bladder, urethra pulsing orgasm. I began pressing harder, squeezing my legs and my tummy tighter, grinding faster, pushing tiny spurts of piss out and then quickly stopped the flow. My back was arching, my head thrown back against my pillow, my moaning and panting louder and faster. Then came the first pleasure I was craving. I laid on my bed and came hard in my already damp bottoms, wetting them a little more with my squirting, hands free, orgasm. That made my urge to pee drop from an 8 to about a 4, and I went back to reading. Of course after that, the urgency hits me again pretty hard, and suddenly, after less than five minutes I was back up to about a 9. I laid there for a little bit, hand crammed between my legs, rubbing the damp fabric, pressing my knees together, and writhing around in again. Of course I could have held more, but the temptation was too great. And the wonderful smell of pissy clothes only made my want to soak myself even more. i was reading for the second pleasure I was needing. So I slowly sat up on the edge of the bed, moaning for a good piss, and made my way to the bathroom, grabbed the small bin and squatted down to pee through my pants. Of course the release of piss and the wetting of my pants gave me quite the thrill, especially since I've been really wanting it for a while, but watching it on my screen as it was happening and also the naughtiness of making a puddle, which I was told specifically not to do, felt even more exciting. These fluffy soft sweatpants feel so comfy dry, but omg when they're wet...mmmm. I'm going to have to keep them on and rewet them little by little all evening! https://www.mediafire.com/download/2bnipehig2a2m72
    4 points
  4. 1,439 downloads

    found this on VK recently, don't think it has been posted here before (or at least I can't find it) a brunette girl wetting wearing only her panties, she squirms and breathes heavily/moans before letting go. NUDITY WARNING about halfway through takes her panties off and continues peeing naked
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  5. I've been waiting to do this ever since I got these bottoms. YouCut_20200613_200108777.mp4
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  6. Another commission by daveshuyi! This one stars Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima. The premise is that Rias and Sona's teams have set up what is essentially an escape-room gauntlet, and Rias and Akeno have to compete against Sona and Tsubaki in a race. Naturally, the two wind up quite desperate, with no access to a bathroom during the competition! β€œAkeno, are you ready?” β€œOf course, President.” Akeno and Rias stood in the center of their club’s room, and the familiar red circle appeared beneath their feet. They transported away and appeared before what appeared to be an old, abandoned warehouse, where members of both the student council and the occult club were waiting for them Not a few seconds later, Sona and Tsubaki also appeared, dressed in their typical attire and looking calm and relaxed. β€œNow, I’ll restate the terms of our competition,” Sona began, β€œThis warehouse has been modified to contain two five-room paths. Each of the five rooms is locked, and each team will need to solve the puzzles in the room to find the key to the next room. Both teams will be monitored by both sides to prevent cheating. Whichever team manages to clear all five puzzle rooms first will be declared the winner,” Sona concluded, then looked over at Rias expectantly. β€œI accept these terms,” Rias nodded. β€œVery well. Let’s proceed to the starting line.” Rias and Akeno stepped into the warehouse, followed by Sona and Tsubaki. The inside had been heavily modified, with a small entranceway leading to two doors on either side. Presumably, these doors lead to the starting room for each path. Yuuto and Tomoe entered behind them as well, and Yuuto held up his hand like a referee. β€œOn three, both teams may enter their respective doors,” Yuuto announced. Rias and Akeno took their place in front of the right door, though which one they picked really didn’t matter, as the paths were identical. Sona and Tsubaki picked the left, and Yuuto began counting down. β€œGood luck,” Sona smiled at Rias. β€œSame to you,” Rias grinned back. β€œThree… two… one!” Both teams entered their doors and Rias and Akeno took in the first room. It looked like the foyer to a grand mansion, with white walls, red carpet, and oldschool decorum, such as a map and a painting with thick, gilded frames. A globe and a small bookshelf sat in the corner, and a door sat on the other side of the room. In the center of the room was a white basin of crystal-clear water. β€œOh my, they certainly went all-out, didn’t they?” Akeno smiled. β€œLet’s not get distracted, here,” Rias crossed her arms, looking around the room, β€œLet’s see, the logical first step is to check the map, since it might relate to the globe in the corner. You check the globe and tell me if you see anything.” The two got to work unraveling the puzzles in the first room. It was a simple puzzle. The map was marked with numbered circles, and they had to rotate the globe in order. Once they did, a book from the bookshelf was pushed outwards, and in it was a combination. Some cursory searching later, and they found a small safe behind the other painting. They put the code into the safe, and it opened. Inside were two small wine glasses and a note. Akeno pulled the note out and began reading. β€œAlthough I am clear as crystal, I conceal what you seek. Partake of me, and enlightenment will show you the way,” Akeno read aloud, β€œMy, my, whatever could that mean?” Rias’s eyes immediately darted to the center of the room and the basin of water there. She first ran her hands along the bottom, but rather than a key, she felt a faint hint of magic. β€œI think the key’s sealed in here. It seems like we’re supposed to drink the water.” β€œAre you sure, President? That is quite a lot of water,” Akeno hesitated, β€œThen again, the riddle does say partake, and there were these glasses in the safe.” β€œIt might look like a lot, but it should be fine with the both of us,” Rias pointed out, β€œLet’s hurry.” Sure enough, the second they finished, a magic circle appeared at the bottom of the basin, and the key was revealed. Rias grabbed the key and unlocked the first door, glaring back at the basin like it was her enemy. β€œMy, that was unpleasant,” Akeno noted, placing a hand on her stomach, β€œAre you doing alright, President?” β€œYes, let’s just keep moving,” Rias replied, a little more sharply than she had intended. In truth, she was feeling quite a bit of discomfort. Her full stomach was one thing, but her larger concern was lower down. Her bladder was starting to send signals of its fullness, and she just realized it had been a while since she went to the bathroom. That, in addition to all the water she just drank, would certainly catch up to her soon. Rias and Akeno stepped into the second room and took it in. It was decorated like a traditional Japanese-style room, complete with a kotatsu and tatami mats on the floor. Akeno made a beeline for the far wall to check a large scroll hung there, and Rias bent down to check under the kotatsu. As she crouched down on the ground, she felt her bladder signal in protest, and she placed a hand on her abdomen. My bladder’s filling up faster than I thought. That water must be getting to me. β€œPrez? Are you okay?” Akeno looked down at Rias, a look of concern on her face. β€œY-yes, I’m fine!” Rias replied. Realizing she had frozen up, she moved to check under the kotatsu, ignoring her bladder’s protests. Rias pulled out a small box that had been hidden under the kotatsu and stood up, grateful that she was no longer in a crouched position.This room’s puzzle was a bit more involved than the first room, and they kept finding things out of order. Not to mention Rias kept getting distracted by her filling bladder. Once it seemed like they had found all the clues, they got to work trying to solve the room. They were stumped for a little bit, but eventually they figured out how to solve the puzzle, and found the key to the next room. Rias and Akeno stepped into the third room, and the first thing Rias noticed was that it was significantly colder. It was almost like some kind of walk-in freezer, with metal walls and various supplies. The cold did nothing to help her full bladder, and while Akeno wasn’t looking, she jammed a hand between her legs and shuffled around. Both girls split off to search the room as quickly as possible. Rias rubbed her thighs together in place as she rummaged through a metal cabinet on the side of the wall. Almost immediately, Rias found a small, green key. She glanced towards the lock on the door, and noticed it was also colored green. Without thinking, Rias made a beeline for the door. β€œPrez, wait, if you find any keys, don’t-” Instantly, two magic circles appeared underneath Rias’s legs, and ice formed around them, freezing her feet to the ground. The cold sent chills up her spine, and with her legs stuck apart, Rias let a leak out into her panties. This is really bad! My bladder’s really full, and the cold’s making it so much worse! β€œMy my,” Akeno shook her head, β€œSorry, I was just about to warn you. I found this note and a blue key. The riddle mentions there are three keys in this room, each one representing an element. It’s likely that we need to use the element key that counters the element color on the lock to proceed.” β€œS-sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” Rias sighed, running her hand through her red hair in frustration. β€œAre you sure you’re okay, Pres?” Akeno asked again, β€œYou’ve seemed restless and uncomfortable since the first room.” β€œI’m fine, I was just rushing,” Rias stated, β€œJust, come over here and help me out of this trap.” As Akeno moved over to Rias, she clenched herself and shuffled in place, trying to press her thighs together in vain. She was pretty desperate at this point, but as Akeno was drawing closer, she was forced to let go of her crotch. Suddenly, a strong spasm shot through Rias, and she doubled over in place. She quickly jammed both hands between her spread legs. Despite her efforts, a few small drops leaked out into her panties. Still, she had managed to avoid a bigger leak. She held herself until the wave passed, and let out a slight sigh of relief. β€œOh my, prez,” Akeno smiled, placing her cheek on her hand, β€œWhat was with that outburst just now? Could it be that you’ve been holding it in, Riasu-chan?” Akeno asked, her tone making it clear she knew the answer. Rias let out a sigh, and nodded, β€œI was preparing for the challenge and I got distracted, and didn’t go before the game. Plus all that water we drank is getting to me.” β€œMy my, isn’t that cute~ Our diligent president, working so hard she forgets her own bodily needs,” Akeno smiled, hugging Rias from behind, and making sure to run a hand across Rias’s abdomen, β€œBut you really should take better care of yourself~” β€œJust hurry and get me out of this trap,” Rias demanded, crossing her arms. Akeno giggled and with a snap of her fingers, the magic trap faded and the ice shattered. With that done, they were able to breeze through the elemental locks and find the key that opened the door. The problem was, the key was in a small plastic ball at the bottom of a narrow tube, and neither Akeno nor Rias could fit their hands down in it. β€œI bet they want us to use some kind of liquid to make the ball float so we can retrieve the key,” Rias deduced. β€œHmm, there’s probably a container of water we have yet to find,” Akeno pointed out, β€œBut we do have some liquid we can use, and you can relieve yourself at the same time.” Rias blushed bright red, β€œW-what? Absolutely not! Did you forget everyone’s watching us! It’s not just you and me in here. Besides, that would probably constitute cheating.” β€œSuit yourself, Prez,” Akeno shrugged, β€œI’ll go find the container. Try to hold on, okay?” Akeno found the container surprisingly quickly, and she began pouring the liquid into the tube. She turned to watch Rias as she tipped the bottle slowly, pouring the liquid out so it splashed audibly as it hit the bottom of the tube. Rias’s bladder screamed in protest at the sound, and Rias shot Akeno a glare as she danced desperately in place. However, she noticed Akeno shuffling as well. She was pressing her thighs together, as though the sound was also getting to her, and Rias wondered if Akeno had to pee. She did drink from that large basin of water too, after all. And come to think of it, she’d been with me the whole time I was studying in the clubroom. This next room appeared to be a study, with a desk and two large bookshelves along both walls. Rias steeled herself and gave her crotch a brief squeeze before stepping into the room fully and starting to search. Things were getting much harder at this point, though. Not only was each room getting more difficult, but Rias was having a hard time focusing clearly on anything but her mounting desperation. She could feel her swollen bladder shifting uncomfortably whenever she had to make any sudden movements. It was starting to bulge out, something she could feel whenever she placed a hand on her abdomen. She glanced over at Akeno every once in a while, and it was clear that her queen was also suffering from a full bladder. Her breathing was heavy and she was avoiding bending down and spreading her legs as much as possible. Also, when she thought Rias wasn’t looking, she would briefly hold herself, or dance in place. It would be clear to the people watching them that they both needed to pee. As they made slow progress on the puzzle, Akeno smiled over at Rias, who had stopped to jam her hands between her legs, β€œAre you regretting not using the tube to relieve yourself, Prez?” β€œNo, I’m fine, I can hold it,” Rias shot back, though she wasn’t entirely confident of that statement herself, β€œMoreover, you keep teasing me, but you have to pee too, don’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” β€œMy my, is it that obvious?” Akeno placed a hand on her cheek, blushing, β€œY-yes, my bladder is also getting quite full. Though you’re clearly in much worse of a shape than I am.” β€œL-let’s just focus on getting through this puzzle before we both wet ourselves,” Rias frowned, crossing her arms. The puzzle involved many of the books, which made it hard to get through quickly. Eventually, however, they managed to reveal a hidden arrow that pointed down to something behind the desk. β€œIt seems like there’s something hidden behind there,” Akeno pointed out, β€œThe only problem is, one of us will have to bend down to get it. I’m sure that will be quite taxing on our bladders.” β€œYou mean your bladder,” Rias pointed out, crossing her arms, β€œYou’re going to retrieve it.” β€œB-but, Prez, shouldn’t we at least-” β€œYou teased me a lot in that last room, but you forget that I am your master,” Rias stated firmly, β€œYou are my loyal slave, and you will retrieve it.” Akeno didn’t seem the least bit bothered or upset, merely nodding, β€œYes, President.” Rias watched Akeno bend over and reach down behind the desk. As she watched, she stood there and danced in place, shuffling her weight from leg to leg as she rubbed her abdomen. In her current position, Akeno’s skirt had ridden up, putting her panties on full display. It was hard to see on the frilly black material, but there was definitely a small wet patch where Akeno had leaked. β€œA-ah!” Akeno let out a cry, and Rias saw her snake her arm underneath her body and jam her fingers into her crotch from behind. A few small drops streamed out and dribbled onto the floor. After a bit more struggling, Akeno finally straightened herself, holding up a key. Her face was bright red, and she took a brief moment to shuffle in place desperately. β€œG-got it!” β€œV-very good, let’s hurry up.” The two made their way into the final room, and immediately Rias’s heart sunk. The room was decorated like a fancy bathroom, complete with a large bathtub, a gilded mirror, and much to both of their dismay, a fountain running in the corner. Immediately both girls jammed their hands between their legs, squirming around at the sound. β€œT-this is really bad,” Rias noted, β€œLet’s focus and work on this quickly!” β€œR-right!” Akeno agreed. The two danced and squirmed, trying their best to ignore the tortuous splashing noise the fountain produced as they fumbled through the final puzzle.The fact that nearly the whole room was filled with the sounds of running water was torture, and Rias bit her lip as she danced in place, waiting for it to be over. Suddenly, her bladder spasmed again, and Rias dropped to the floor. She jammed her heel into her crotch and wriggled around desperately as the mounting pressure nearly made her lose control. A few hot spurts of pee escaped, trickling through her damp panties and onto the heel of her foot. She looked up at Akeno, who wasn’t faring much better. The girl had both hands clamped desperately down on her crotch, and she was scissoring her legs back and forth. Finally, they solved one of the puzzles, and a small click was heard near the fountain. Both girls begrudgingly moved to investigate, only to find that four switches, two on either side of the fountain, appeared. Akeno tried to press each switch, but it appeared that all that did was light them up for a brief second. As she wriggled in desperation, she turned back to Rias and frowned. β€œI think they have to all be pressed at the same time, and the fountain’s big enough that I can’t reach them all alone,” Akeno pointed out. Rias shuffled in place, pressing her thighs together, β€œAlright, quickly, on three!” Both girls were forced to use both hands to press all four switches down at once. The switches all lit up and the fountain finally stopped running, a key appearing at the top.Immediately, Rias pulled her hands from the water and jammed them between her legs. Akeno danced in place before grabbing the key, and both girls hurried out towards the exit. They unlocked the final door and hobbled out, only to find that Sona and Tsubaki had emerged before them. They had lost, but Rias didn’t care about that right now, all she wanted was to make it to the toilets before she wet herself. The two approached Sona, and realized that Sona and Tsubaki also looked to be desperate, both dancing in place as they spotted Rias and Akeno heading towards them. β€œYou guys too, huh? We just finished up too. That basin at the beginning…” Sona frowned, β€œI wonder if they added a diuretic to the water.” β€œWe can worry about that later,” Rias pointed out, β€œWhat should we do?” β€œThe school, I’ll transport us there, and-” Akeno began, before pausing to double over and jam a hand between her legs. β€œNo time,” Sona frowned, β€œI’ll-” Suddenly, another room appeared before them, and the four looked over, confused. On the sign on the outside was a ladies’ room sign. β€œA restroom?” Tsubaki asked. Sona narrowed her eyes as she adjusted her glasses, β€œThis was definitely planned, then.” β€œWho cares, I’m gonna wet myself here!” Tsubaki rushed in. She flashed the group with her panties as she lunged towards the door, and it was clear that she had already leaked a lot. Sona’s eyes widened, β€œH-hey, let me go first!” But it was too late. Tsubaki slammed the door behind her, leaving Sona and team Gremory squirming outside the bathroom. β€œW-well, we technically won, so I’m going after her!” Sona stated, taking her place at the front of the line. She was dancing and squirming around desperately, and it was clear she was in a similar state to Rias and Akeno. β€œY-you can go first, Prez,” Akeno noted, stepping behind Rias. She said it calmly, but it was clear both of them were on the verge of wetting themselves. Sona let out a sudden eep and doubled over as a small spurt escaped from between her legs. She blushed furiously and jammed both hands against her crotch, staving the flow. The sight was almost too much for Rias, and she doubled over and squeezed herself. Finally, Tsubaki exited the bathroom, letting out a relieved sigh and Sona rushed in frantically. Rias, now right outside the door, could hear the strong, forceful stream as Sona peed into the toilet. The noise was unbearable, and Rias crossed her legs together and danced in place, feeling her aching bladder begging for relief. β€œI’m sorry, Prez,” she heard from Akeno behind her. She glanced back and saw Akeno, dancing as frantically as her, doubled over with both hands jammed up her skirt. She made a few more desperate squirms before a strong stream of pee erupted from between her legs. It streamed through her fingers even as she pressed them against her crotch, soaking her panties and running down her long, curvy legs. She smiled, though her face was bright red, as she fully wet herself behind Rias. The sight and sound was too much for Rias’s taxed bladder. Even as she heard the toilet flush behind the door in front of her, she knew she wasn’t going to make it. Rias clamped down hard and tried to muster all her strength, but it was no use. Her overtaxed bladder sent one last wave of desperation over her, and the floodgates burst open. A strong, steady flow poured out from between her legs, soaking her skirt and panties. Rias let an almost pleasured moan of relief out as her taxed bladder emptied itself there. She could feel her hot pee run down her legs soaking her socks and shoes and pooling on the ground beneath her. She’d nearly been holding it the whole competition, and now that she was finally peeing, the sheer bliss of her relief washed over her and nearly made her collapse. She staggered and was forced to place her hand on the door in front of her to support herself. She finally finished peeing, and the door in front of her opened, Sona stepping out and realizing what had happened. β€œO-oh, I’m sorry, I-” β€œIt’s fine, it’s not your fault, we were all in the same boat,” Rias pointed out, β€œNow, to get to the bottom of this.” Rias wasn’t sure who was responsible, but she honestly wasn’t even that concerned. Her mind was still hazy from the relief of peeing, and all she cared about now was getting herself cleaned up and resting. β€œAkeno, let’s head back to the club room, I want to take a bath,” Rias pointed out. β€œMay I join you, I seem to be in need of one as well,” Akeno pointed out, raising up her soaked skirt for emphasis. β€œOf course,” Rias nodded. The End
    3 points
  7. I have one of those rare stretches of days where I have more privacy at home than usual. I'm really thinking tomorrow I may do rapid desperation to prepare, and once I'm really struggling to hang on, between 8 and 9 out of 10, hop in the car and drive 45 minutes north to a rest area. Some of my most embarrassing moments - where all of this almost certainly originated - were losing control in front of others. And while I've wet in public plenty of times, and surely been seen with wet pants obviously having wet myself, losing control and having a full blown accident while rushing toward the toilet with people around is humiliating in a different way. I've never fully embraced having an accident that people may actually witness unfold, outside of the few genuine accidents I've had. In a weird way, I think I need to willingly experience that humiliation to get over my past traumas. So I think I may do that tomorrow in gray casual work pants, gray briefs, and a fleece jacket that won't cover nearly enough. I hope I can muster up the courage! *and yes, the accident would almost certainly happen outside. No inside cleanup.
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  9. The guy Kills it for me. It's like watching one of those idiot Paul Brothers.
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  10. Note: this is my fantasy of how I hope things go if I tell my boyfriend about this fetish. Warning -- includes sexual content. Oh, hello reader. I'm so glad you could join me. Let me tell you the story of how I introduced my boyfriend to this little fetish you and I share. For the sake of this story, we're going to name him Freddie. Now, Freddie and I have been dating for nearly a year. For the past several months, due to Covid, I've been living with my grandmother and he's been living with his mom, which, as you can imagine, does not leave us with much alone time. If any. Fortunately, we're both starting jobs and we're moving into an apartment together and I've finally convinced myself to have the talk with him. You know the one. No, no, silly. Not the birds and the bees, that would be weird. The talk where I tell him all about my love for wetting. That talk. And you're going to be there every step of the way. I texted him this morning and told him not to make any plans tonight. I know his schedule and he's typically free on Saturday nights -- luckily, I was correct. Date night is on the books! He keeps asking me questions about what we're doing, but I refuse to answer. I can be stubborn in that way. I'm on my way to pick him up. The back seat of my Subaru is down and I've made a bed out of it. I'd estimate there are between 6-8 blankets and 6 pillows and I'm very proud of how comfortable it is. I just picked up a veggie pizza, two mango white claws, water, and a bag of salt and vinegar chips (our favorite) and I can feel the nerves start to flutter around in my stomach. Since I'm sure you want to know, I'm wearing black Lululemon leggings and a dark gray long sleeve that I reverse tie-dyed so it's perfect for this spooky season. I don't even own a real bra any more, so I am wearing a white sports bra (itty bitty titty committee over here, but my booty makes up for it!). I just put a blindfold on him and walked him to my car. I don't want him to see the backseat and guess what we're doing! He keeps asking why my car smells like olives. I think he knows I have pizza for him ... or at the very least, he hopes it's pizza. I told him to take his blindfold off and he seems to be very excited about the date. He's never been to the drive-in movies before. I'm parking in the back corner, far from any of the handful of other cars. He just posted a boomerang of me, the car bed, and the pizza on his story -- god, I love him. Our shoes are off and we're settled on top of the blankets (it's still pretty damn hot in AZ right now) and he's diving into his pizza while we wait for the movie to start. I bought tickets for the 2018 Halloween and it's a double feature with the Nun or something terrifying right after. Now my nerves are really buzzing. I'm starting to think this conversation isn't a good idea. What if he's disgusted and breaks up with me? This could be the worst decision I've ever made, but I can't go the rest of my life without telling him. And it'll just get harder the longer it goes on for. Okay brain, thanks for the pep talk. Let's do this. We're about thirty minutes into the movie now. Do I have to pee or am I just nervous? Probably both. The food has been put away and he's laying on his back. My head is on his chest. Me: "I want to tell you something." Freddie: "Okay ... let's hear it." Me: "Remember when we talked about our fetishes and we both said that we don't have any?" Freddie: "Yeah, why? What's up?" Me: "I lied." Freddie: "Why would you lie about that?" Me: "Because we had just started talking and I was embarrassed. I still am embarrassed." Freddie: "Babe, you know I love you. I told you I'm down to try anything with you. We're going to be together a long time and our sex is going to get boring at some point. We're going to want to try new things. You have no reason to be embarrassed. Tell me! I'm curious now." I take a deep breath. Me: "I like pee." I'm afraid to look at him. He hasn't said anything, so of course I'm going to keep talking. Me: "I mean, I don't like to drink it or be peed on necessarily, but ... it really turns me on when I kind of wet myself and sometimes I do it on purpose when I'm masturbating. Like, I don't have any interest in it being anywhere near my face, but sometimes I think about you wetting yourself and it's really hot and--" Freddie: "Babe. Hey, calm down. I'm processing this. I can't believe you haven't told me before." Me: "I was scared. I'm not asking you to do anything, I just didn't want to hide it from you and--" Freddie: "I want to try it." Me: "What?" Freddie: "I said ... I want to try it. If it turns you on, it turns me on." Oh my god. Did my lovely reader hear what he just said? He wants to indulge me. Oh my lanta, this is an actual dream come true. I mean, seriously, I've dreamt about this happening. We're kissing now. I love his mouth on mine. I roll over so I'm straddling his hips and I realize how hard he is. I groan softly and grind against him, my hands on either side of his head to support my body. Freddie: "Do you want to try it now? I don't want to ruin your car ..." I take another deep breath and lean back to study him. He looks so genuine. So ... turned on. I nod cautiously and we're kissing again. I've never been one to have a shy bladder, but I'm thinking too much and my body refuses to accept that I'm supposed to let go while I'm on top of my boyfriend. My lips are starting to feel raw and I think it's in this momentary distraction that I feel it -- a spurt. I gasp and it's followed by a second, then a third, before I instinctively freeze and squeeze my pelvic floor musculature. I realize my head is against his chest and I can feel his heart beating and then he moans softly and I can feel him flex his bulge against me. Oh my god. My panties are wet (soaked, actually, and not just from pee) and my inner thighs feel moist and warm. I'm blushing hard, but unable to prevent myself from rubbing against his damp sweatpants. His moan is all the encouragement I need. I'm relaxed now and I'm kissing and sucking on his neck as a steady trickle soaks through my leggings, tickling my inner thighs and pooling where our hips meet before it overflows and saturates the blankets around my knees and his bum. He's squirming beneath me, his hands firmly grasping my hips to keep me connected to him. I have never been this turned on. My bladder empties all too soon and my flow stops. We're both breathing hard, rubbing against each other, our wet clothes sticking to our skin. I feel Freddie shift beneath me and then I'm on my back. I'll have to ask him later how he did that in such a cramped space. The saturated blankets quickly soak the seat of my pants and my shirt across my low back. I hear myself whimper and I place a hand between my legs to rub myself. I watch him as he looks around to ensure our privacy has been maintained, then he closes the rear gate of the car and looks down at me with lust in his eyes. As he kneels between my bent knees, I notice that his light gray sweatpants are dark across the waistband and halfway down his thighs, then my eyes focus on where his head is straining against the fabric. He grunts with slight effort and ... an unexpected orgasm rips through my body, causing my toes to curl and my back to arch off the blanket. "Fucking hell," I cry out, unable to look away as piss cascades through his sweatpants in a quick succession of spurts, pitter-pattering on the blankets between my legs. I lift myself up, place my hands on his bum, and pull him on top of me. He continues wetting and I'm rubbing him, bucking my hips in pure desperation, my legs trembling. His stream stops, but my hand doesn't, and he moans something along the lines of 'oh, god' as we both orgasm into our wet pants. FINISH Thank you for reading πŸ™‚ feedback is appreciated. I think I bounced between tenses quite a bit, I always struggle with that. I also didn't edit the last two paragraphs because ... well, I was a little distracted.
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  11. Hi there! So the past few days, I have had the worst bout of tonsillitis of my life. We don't think it's Coronavirus, but my doc has recommended I follow Covid procedure just to be safe, since there's some overlap in the symptoms, and no tests to be taken. So I'm off work for two weeks, and now that I'm capable of doing more than laying in bed, feeling feverish and sorry for myself while staring at reddit, the fortnight at home has given me plenty of time to write. I've been drawing inspiration from some of the times in the past couple years I've had genuine accidents. They're rare, despite what it may seem, and normally if I want to have an accident I'll deliberately set myself up for one. I wanted to tell you today about a completely genuine, unplanned accident I had just over a year ago, before I moved in to my current living situation. So strap in for another overly detailed, long-winded tale! The place I lived in before this was a house shared among three people, including the landlord. Someone, we shall never figure out who, tried to wash one of the landlord's dog beds in the communal washing machine. It tore itself to shreds, and got cushion fluff all into the inner mechanics of the washing machine, rendering it beyond repair. I lived in the same city as my parents then, and they were happy to let me borrow the washing machine. The place my parents live isn't the same place I grew up in. They have a proper Rust Belt apartment, complete with narrow hallways, rickety stairs with uneven, open gaps between them, handy thin walls you can chat to your neighbors through, a single shaky upstairs toilet I hate using, and more room in the basement than in the main living room. Why they chose to move there I'll never fully understand, but I was grateful to have a place to clean all my clothes, especially since I had put this trip off and now needed to wash the majority of my wardrobe. Besides, I hadn't seen them in a couple months, and this was the perfect excuse to have a nice, long visit with them. My dad has a white collar job, but a blue collar heart, so the first thing he did when I got there Friday evening with my enormous bag of clothes, was produce a twelve pack for us to drink together. I loaded my first batch of laundry into the tiny, clunky, old washing machine in the basement, came back upstairs, and enjoyed a beer with my dad (while watching him enjoy three or four) out on the porch in the cool spring air. It had yet to fully shake off winter, but the first brave few fireflies were out regardless. We watched them twinkle while dusk fell, swapping rants about work, politics, whatever. It was on the way back down the wooden, wobbly old stairs to the basement I first noticed my bladder was filling. It wasn't bad, like a 3/20, and besides, I hate using their toilet. My dad was rounding the corner on his fifth beer at this point anyway, so he'd be going to bed soon, and I wanted to keep chewing the fat with him, so I ignored it. By the time he hugged me goodnight and went to bed, it had built to a 5/20, but I had it in my head I could make it until I left their place and got back home. Besides, I only had two beers over three hours (I had to drive after all!) so it's not as if I was constantly filling my bladder with drink. I followed my dad back into their cramped living room, bid my goodbyes to him with my mom, and sat down with her to charge my phone and chat. My mom had me well later in life, and falls very early in the Baby Boomer range. As such, she's an old fashioned lady enjoying her retirement, with her cats and TV and is just now learning the wonders of Facebook. I took the opposite end of the couch to her, and let her fill me in on what was happening with the debates on TV. She told me they bought some of my favorite sparking water just for my visit, and to help myself to that and whatever was in the fridge. I swear, this isn't the first time Waterloo Black Cherry was my undoing. I thanked her, and grabbed a couple cans for myself and some snacks for us to share while we watched TV. I still remember our conversation when I came back: "Are you sure you're comfortable in those shorts, honey? Do you want to change into some different pants?" Which was her way of saying she didn't quite approve of how far up my thighs my cutoff jean shorts rode and how much leg I was showing off. "No, Mom, I'm comfortable. I only wear these while I'm doing laundry anyway." That seemed to reassure her. Our conversation kept me interested enough I hardly noticed my ever-growing need for the toilet, or just how much I was putting into my taxed bladder. I drank at least three cans of sparking water, talking to my mom about all the usual suspects. More politics, her cats, the majesty of Facebook, and how exactly she could sign up for Twitter and why she really shouldn't, and by the time the timer on my phone went off I really had to piss at a solid 13/20. But, fortunately for you and unfortunately for me, I am nothing if not a stubborn idiot. I inherited exactly two things from my Irish/Native American father: 1) A love for alcohol, and 2) sheer, inflexible, utterly spiteful stubbornness. My bladder had been bothering me enough over the last hour and a half I had grown resentful of it. I was going to hold it, damn it, at least until I was done with my laundry. Then, maybe, if my bladder didn't bug me too much I could go before I left. What a mistake that turned out to be. My bladder sloshed inside me as I made my way downstairs to put my final load of laundry in the washing machine. As it turned out, the machine still had a good 10 minutes on the end of its cycle, which was just short enough I figured I should just wait in the basement. I put on a brave face and ignored my bladder's protests, emptied penultimate bundle of clothes into my bag, and waited. My need grew to a 16/20 while the washing machine completed its cycle, every single splash of water within the machine seemingly punching me in the bladder. I unfolded an old, dusty outdoor chair in storage and tried to sit in it, hoping that it would help relieve the pressure. I unzipped my little jean shorts, letting the bulge of my bladder expand outward. Neither helped as much as I had hoped, and I felt the barest amount of moisture wet my panties. So I went from chair to wiggling my hips frantically in front of the washing machine, willing it to end, before returning to the chair again. If I were smart I just would've gone up stairs and peed, but no, stubborn as the ass I am, I stood there, desperate as all hell, willing myself to make it through. I reminded myself I used to hold it for 8 hours at a time in school, this was nothing. I am not going to wet myself in my parent's basement like a little girl. With 3 minutes left I was twisting my legs around, trying so hard to hold on, but not slip out of my flip-flops. I had both hands pressed hard against my crotch, now at an 18/20 as I felt the first few proper leaks into my panties and through my shorts. I felt the warm, silky liquid against my hands and realized this was not going to happen. I was losing. There was no way I was even making it up two flights of stairs to the bathroom, let alone making it until I could switch my laundry over. You'd think I'd find the situation hot, but, at the time, I was mostly just embarrassed. I started casting around for any solution to my issue, anywhere I could put this bladder full of piss when it inevitably gushed out of me. I considered hopping up onto a step-stool and hanging my ass over the utility sink under the stairs, but the angle of said stairs made that impossible. I still waddled my way over, trying to figure a way to squat over it or something, but no, there was no way. Another squirt of liquid hissed out me, through my saturated panties and wet crotch into my hands. I shook the droplets off as best I could, and wiggled in desperation. Each solution I ran through in my brain got more and more absurd. I saw a drain in the middle of the basement floor, but no, it was blocked, and I had no idea how to unblock it. I saw a bucket in the corner, but when I managed to trudge over to it, my legs held almost stock-still together, I realized there was a huge crack in the center, and I would just be peeing on the floor. Hell, I considered finding a corner behind the clutter, squatting, and relieving myself and hoping that my family either didn't notice or blamed it on the cat, but no, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Another huge, warm gush came uncontrollably out of my pussy, and ran down both my legs. This time I felt a twinge of relief on my aching bladder, and could barely resist the urge to just let go. There was a small puddle on the floor now, and another jet of pee added to it. I groaned, clenched as hard as I could under the pressure of both hands, and tried to make a last-ditch run up the steps. Every step I took on that ancient staircase with uneven spacing, another squirt came out of me. I was leaving pissy, flip-flop footprints on every other step. The squirts had become a solid, thin stream now that I couldn't get under control. I made it around the bend in the stairs, and I was almost to the kitchen when I just couldn't take it any more. My bladder won, and any semblance of control I had vanished. Piss gushed into my panties, through the soaked denim of my shorts, ran down my legs, and dripped down between the slats of the old wooden staircase. A tiny trickle of pee formed between my still-clenched thighs as I dropped my hands, awash in the relief of finally letting go. I swore and groaned in spite of myself, feeling my bladder finally empty. I took a step back, so the trickle of piss now running over my knees would end up between the slats of the stairs. My long-tormented bladder finished emptying just as the buzzer on that old washing machine went off. I slipped off my flip-flops, picked my way back down the stairs in my dripping jean shorts. I threw my shoes in the utility sink to rinse them off, stripped naked below the waist, and used what little fabric on my shorts wasn't saturated with pee to soak up the excess piss off my legs. At least I had another load of laundry to do anyway, so I washed my hands, put the now-clean laundry into the drier, and fished a pair of leggings out of my last load to wear commando. After adding the soaked shorts and underwear to the final load of laundry and starting it, I did what I could to wipe up the puddles with some paper towels, and walked back up stairs. Hopefully you guys enjoyed this! I feel like I might be getting too verbose, but this is how I write stories naturally. Let me know if you have any feedback, and if you have, thanks for reading!
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  12. Hey, I’m new here. I’m a 26 year old female from the south of the uk. Apparently you guys like a description - I’m about 5ft 6, have strawberry blonde hair, and I’m slim but have no boobs, well, not much anyway! After lurking ok these boards for quite a while, thought I’d create an account to share some of my experiences, so here it goes.... well, this is normally how it goes for me. I don’t go out drinking too often with my friends these days, but when I do, it usually decreases my inhibitions, and brings out the Omo monster in me! Does that happen to anyone else or is it just me?! When I’m getting ready to go out, I’ll always make sure I’ve got a mattress protector on my bed - well, I’ll tell the truth - two. A mattress protector with a regular sheet, then another protector, maybe a towel or two, then a regular sheet. We’ll come back to that later. I’ll also go to my secret stash and hide a nappy in my bedside drawer. Usually a Tena slip Ultima. I also put a couple of bottles of water by the bed. I’ll then go shower, making sure I’m clean, shaven and smooth and smelling nice. I like to pick out outfits that benefit my omo adventures, so will pick out a skirt and top, or a dress, sometimes some tights too, but sometimes not. Some lacy underwear to go underneath, or sometimes some Calvins. When I’m out, I start out quite shy and keep myself to myself, well to me and my friends. After a few drinks I loosen up a little and can become quite talkative, sometimes a hot guy will catch my eye, or I’ll catch his, and if my friends are busy, I’ll sometimes go and have a little flirt and a chat and see if there’s any potential. I’m always on the lookout for something a bit long term now, but I’m not too sure I’ll find that in a bar! Anyway, I digress. After a few drinks, omo Lucy starts getting ideas. Throughout the evening if I get a chance, I’ll have a naughty pee down an alley - well sometimes a bit more in the open - that’s where my choice of clothes comes in handy - easy to what down. If it’s dark and near the end of the evening, I’ll start going through my underwear, both outside or if I’m sitting on the loo. Especially if I’ve had a lot to drink. I figure it doesn’t smell really as I’m drinking a lot and the rest is clear. Honestly I’m a nightmare. I’ve been known to dribble down my legs if I’m standing somewhere dark, rather than standing in a long queue - but only if I have the right shoes on! When it comes to getting towards the end of the night, I’ll stay drinking more - alternating large soft drinks with alcoholic ones, and lots of water. I’ll make sure I don’t use the loo. On the way home, if I’m really drunk I’ll sometimes wet myself. Ok, sometimes if I’m not really drunk too, but I’m usually more subtle then. You’ll often find me on a break bench at an empty train station, casually peeing while I wait, knowing another full bladder will be along shortly. I’ll try and stop by a 24 hour off licence on the way home and pick up a bottle of water or two - and get them drunk as soon as I can. When I finally make it home, drunk me will make a decision - nappy or no nappy. As I make the choice, I take another drink upstairs with me. This will only end up one way regardless of choice. Usually, I’ll choose the nappy. It doesn’t matter as I probably won’t be in it all too long, but drunk Lucy knows that sober Lucy will thank her for the cleanup. Anyway, on it goes and away I go to sleep. For about three minutes, I’m bursting..... ok I may as well relax and go. That’s what i planned after all.... mmm feels nice. I’ll usually either have a little play at this point or pass out, depending on how drunk I am. Sometimes both. Usually, I’ll wake up after some hours have passed, bursting to go, nappy cold. Let’s just warm this up a little..... ok a lot! It’s usually full to bursting now.... especially if I don’t move from my front. Ok, it’s overflowed a little, but no worries, the bed is protected. Maybe I’ll have a bottle or water to drink, just finish that glass too. usually I’ll wake again before morning. I’m more sober at this point but still past caring. Shall I change the nappy? No, I can’t be bothered to get up... too late anyway it’s just overflowing as if it’s not there. May as well take it off, get a bit more sleep.... but not before I force some more pee out onto the sheets. Sometimes I’ll have a play here, get out a vibrator... ok time for some clean sheets. I’ll pull off the sheet, soaked towels and mattress protector, wipe myself down a bit and get back into a mostly dry bed. I’ll consider another nappy at this point as I drink the last bottle of water... nah, fuck it, I have to clean up anyway. Back to sleep I go. Now I’ll usually sleep until morning, I’ve drank so much water there’s no hangover in sight, but my god am I bursting to go. Sometimes I let it out slowly, feeling the warm pee spread around me, it sometimes I’ll push as hard as I can, being naughty and spraying it everywhere in my bed. I’ll go to town on myself at this point, making sure I have a massive orgasm. Sober me regrets everything.... promises I’ll never do that again as I clean up. Drunk me is just around the corner waiting for it to happen all over again! So anyway, guys, girls - do any of you do similar things - if so, I’d love to hear all about your experiences and ideas! X
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  18. (Note: This is written in the style of the "Choose Your Own Adventure" books. It's a simple premise: Megan wakes up and has to pee. It incorporates branching storylines so depending on what route you choose, Megan can make it to the toilet, pee her pants in public, have to squat in the woods, or several other unique possibilities. I'm just trying this out as an experiment so it may be a little rough. If it works well and there's interest, I'll continue this story with even more possibilities and scenarios. Enjoy!) Part 1 START Megan shut off her phone and plugged it in to the charger. She’d spent the past hour browsing through Tik Tok, not realizing how much time had passed. It was late and she was planning on getting up early the next morning to work out and continue her seemingly endless quest to apply for a job. The company she had been interning for didn’t offer her a position, so she needed to find something quick to support her new post-grad city life. It’s been a year since she graduated college and four months since she moved to the city to strike out on her own. Of course, that meant the outer suburban part of the city, as the rent there was slightly less stroke-inducing than downtown rent. It was always her dream to get a career started in a metropolitan area, away from the small-town quaintness of where she grew up. Megan was determined to make this work, even if it meant a part time job at Aeropostale or TGI Friday’s. Megan and her group of friends all knew the grind it took to get their adult lives started. She had moved to the city and got a small apartment with Veronica, a girl from her Entrepreneur course in her last Fall semester. They had become friends and agreed to share an apartment when they moved. Also in the apartment was Owen. Megan’s high school friend who was crashing on their couch for a couple of weeks until he found a new apartment. Post-grad life was not the glamorous liberation the movies and TV shows had promoted. But Megan was dead set on making it. She settled into bed and turned off the light. The danger of having to move back home was always present, but she was exhausted from the day. Megan yawned and told herself she’d worry about that tomorrow. Though that didn’t stop her from feeling anxious, restless, and something else…. a building sensation in her bladder. She had to pee. Nothing too serious. Just a minor annoyance that she could choose to ignore. Megan had been drinking a lot more water throughout the day as part of living a healthier lifestyle. The last time she peed was before dinner. She briefly thought about getting up and using the bathroom out in the hall, but with her already being so comfortable in bed, it seemed miles away. Then again, might as well take care of it now… - If Megan chooses to take care of this need now, keep reading. - If Megan chooses to ignore this, skip to SLUMBER Megan let out an exasperated sigh and pulled off the covers. She had a fairly strong bladder but the urge to pee being constantly at the back of her mind would’ve affect her sleep. She begrudgingly got out of bed and went out to the hallway, towards the next door over. She entered the bathroom. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, so she didn’t bother to turn the light on. She headed straight for the toilet and pulled her old running shorts and panties down. As she sat down, something didn’t feel right. The toilet seemed bigger. It took a second, but Megan realized what was wrong. The seat was up. Now, from running track and playing volleyball all through school, Megan had thick, athletic thighs, so she didn’t fall in. However, she was now sitting on a cold, porcelain surface that felt wet. Immediately she jumped up. β€œDammit!” In her head, she cursed Owen for forgetting the most important rule in their shared bathroom. She placed the seat down and seated herself. Much better. A soft tinkling emanated from under Megan as she peed into the toilet. It was a surprising amount, lasting just shy of 30 seconds. With a light sigh, Megan tore off some toilet paper and wiped. Flushed the toilet as she pulled her shorts up. She returned to bed, now free of the annoyance from her bladder. She tucked herself back into the covers and fell asleep fast. She was gonna have to talk to Owen in the morning. - If you chose this route, the story ends here. It will be followed up in β€œMegan’s Desperate Job Interview.” SLUMBER Then again, might as well take care of it now… Megan shifted and turned to her side on the bed. It’s so warm and cozy already. β€œI can hold it. I’ll just wait till tomorrow,” she told herself. She’s a grown woman. Living on her own in the city. A few more hours of waiting for the bathroom shouldn’t be a bother. With that, she relaxed her mind and was soon fast asleep. What followed was a very restful night’s slumber. The rare instance where she was immediately knocked out and in deep sleep. Her body recharged itself. Her bladder slowly filled up with more liquid. She had been doing more intense workouts lately, as she didn’t want to fall into unhealthy habits when living on her own. Most mornings she found herself sore from exercising. Megan slept soundly for the next few hours. Shifting and turning. Borderline snoring. Very uneventful, until…. The sound of the front door being fumbled open and haphazardly shut brings Megan out of her deep sleep. Slowly getting her bearings, she heard footsteps walk from the kitchen to their living room, which is right on the other side of her bedroom wall. She quickly looked at her phone. It was 3AM in the morning. There was an instant rise in panic, as Megan feared there was an intruder, but she took a second to think clearly and calmed herself down. It was most likely Owen, coming back from another late night of partying and being out at the bars. Megan didn’t know how Owen did it. He’d only moved to the city three weeks ago, and already he’s working two part time jobs. On top of all that, he found the time to go out nearly every night with friends he’s made at work or with Megan and Veronica if they’re free. Work hard play hard was always his M.O. It was at this point that Megan became very aware of the pressure in her bladder. She still needed to pee, and it was getting worse. She was at the point where visiting the toilet would be the most logical action. But, as it always goes, the bathroom seemed miles away, even though it was right down the hall. Megan didn’t want to compromise the perfectly comfortable position she’s made for herself in bed, underneath the fluffy covers and soft pillows. What’s more, if she went to the bathroom to pee, it might take an hour or two for her to fall back asleep. Her sleep schedule would be thrown off course. So, she decided to hold it. She tried her best to get her mind off her growing need to urinate, trying to plan her day ahead or fantasize about her guy friend Marcel’s cute roommate, one apartment building over. But try as she might, her thoughts always returned to the desire for the toilet. It was getting pretty bad at this point. The sensation was on the same level as when Megan has had about three beers and a margarita at a bar and she still hadn’t broken the seal. Megan reached her hands down and placed them on her crotch. She squeezed her legs together, hoping to ease some of the pressure. It seemed to work. For now. Twisting like a pretzel under the covers, Megan remembered the last time she was this desperate in bed. It was during her senior year of high school. She had a few friends over and one of them convinced the others to watch a scary movie. One about a serial killer hunting down a group of paramedics. Looking back, it was probably a cheap B movie, but when Megan saw it for the first time, she was horrified. She laid in bed that night, replaying the violent and creepy images in her head. Her friends were all asleep, but Megan was afraid to shut her eyes. All the soda and water she drank during the movie had gone through her and were ready to burst out. She desperately needed the bathroom, but she was so terrified that the serial killer would jump out of the shadows and get her. She made it two hours, holding herself, before having to resort to waking up one of her friends so she could keep her company while she peed in the bathroom. Megan had grown a lot since then, and a meager scary movie isn’t gonna get in the way of her relieving herself. What did get in her way, without fail, is laziness. It felt like too much effort to go to the bathroom. She was confident she could hold it until morning. All she had to do was fall back asleep. She was never a bedwetter, and her bladder control was top notch, in her opinion. But perhaps she should stop being so stubborn and give herself the relief she’s been denying herself all night… - If Megan chooses to go back to sleep, skip to DAWN. - If Megan chooses to go to the bathroom, keep reading. She’s definitely pushing herself past her usual limit. She’s made it through non-stop six-hour car rides and a Lord of the Rings movie marathon without needing to pee, but this was before she made the resolution to drink a gallon a day. Her mind also drifted to an article she came across the other day about how it’s dangerous to hold your pee in for too long. It can result in damage to the bladder or even UTIs. Veronica had a UTI once and she said it felt like peeing fire. That thought was enough to get Megan to throw her covers off and sit up in bed. She’s held it long enough. A slight spasm in her bladder gave her pause, and she carefully got up and made her way to the bathroom. She shivered as she left her comforters and stepped into the cool air conditioning. She was only wearing her old running shorts and a faded sleeveless tee from high school. No bra of course. The apartment Megan and Veronica shared had two bathrooms. One was out in the hallway, near Megan’s room, while the other was built into Veronica’s bedroom. When they first got it, they both agreed that Veronica can have the fancier bathroom. Megan didn’t care too much, though now she wished she gave that decision more thought. Megan walked up to the bathroom door and saw the door shut and the light on inside. Fearing the worst, she tried the handle. Locked. She put her ear up to the door. On the other side, someone was retching and puking. Megan let out an exasperated sigh. This was the third night that Owen had come home blind drunk and spent most of the night vomiting into the toilet. Yet he’s always able to wake up early and make it to work on time the next day. Megan stood in front of the bathroom door and crossed her legs tight. Her bladder was definitely at maximum capacity. Being mere feet away from the toilet, only separated by one door, made the pain even worse. Her beathing quickened as it felt like she might lose control. Pissing herself on the hallway carpet was not something she wanted to even entertain the possibility of. If only Owen would hurry up and get out of the bathroom. Megan grabbed her crotch with both hands and started bouncing up and down. She really had to pee. β€œHurry up. Please. Please. Hurry…” She muttered under her breath. After a few minutes of desperately waiting, it was clear Owen wasn’t going to be done any time soon. Either he was passed out on the floor or was still puking. Megan’s eyes were beginning to float. She had to come up with an alternative. She scanned her environment, looking for anywhere else she could pee. Her first thought was the kitchen sink. It was lewd, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And it wouldn’t be the first time she’s peed in a sink. Another option would be to go into Veronica’s room and use her bathroom. But her boyfriend, Lewis, was over and Megan didn’t want to have to wake them both up to let her in. Veronica would usually lock her bedroom door when she slept. Megan weighed her options. With all this critical thinking, the desperate sensation in her bladder abated somewhat. It didn’t feel as bad as before, but her bladder was still definitely full. She could always just try to go back to sleep and finally have that satisfying pee in the morning, when the bathroom would be free for sure. She thought about each possibility carefully. - If Megan chooses to try and go back to sleep, skip to DAWN. - If Megan chooses to pee in the sink, go to ISLAND. - If Megan chooses to try Veronica’s bathroom, go to KNOCK. KNOCK A spurt suddenly escaped into Megan’s panties, followed by an involuntary gasp. She needed to go. NOW. Her long legs squeezed together, Megan made her way across the apartment to Veronica’s room. As she passed the living room, she noticed a lot of Owen’s stuff strewn across the floor. She’d have to talk to him soon about keeping his space tidy. Right now though, she had much more important business to attend to. She reached Veronica’s door and was just about to start knocking when a sound stopped her. More specifically, it was a moan. β€œYou’ve gotta be kidding me.” Megan didn’t have to listen to closely to pick up on the heavy breathing and the sensual moaning on the other side of the door. She remembered that Lewis was over, and when he spent the night, the two of them could go at it until dawn the next morning. Just thinking about that exhausted Megan. Their stamina must have been off the charts. However, this was a problem. There was no way Megan was interrupting their sex session so she could run in and use their toilet. Her and Veronica weren’t close enough friends to do that. Megan was on the verge of pissing her pants, but her anxiety at such an awkward interaction won out. She turned away from Veronica’s door. That option’s a no-go. - If Megan chooses to pee in the sink, go to ISLAND. - If Megan chooses to go back to bed, go to DAWN. - If Megan chooses to try and wait for her own bathroom, keep reading. Perhaps Owen was almost down with the bathroom, Megan thought to herself. It’s better than having to pee in the sink. Her bladder was on a hair trigger now. She had to be very careful in moving, or the slightest disturbance could set it off. Getting her bearings, Megan made the trek through the living room, back towards her own bathroom, where she could hear a toilet flush. At last, it seemed as though Owen was done. All Megan had to do was get there – β€œThank God…” Megan was so focused at the window of opportunity that she didn’t see she was walking right into Owen’s pile of stuff. Her foot caught the strap of his duffle bag and pulled her down. Enough to cause her to trip and hit the carpeted floor. β€œAh!” Megan hits the floor hard. In a desperate attempt to stay vertical, Megan grabbed for the nearest object, only managing to knock a lamp down onto the floor with a loud crash. The jolt of tripping caused her to lose control. As soon as she hit the floor, Megan knew it was over. β€œShit! No no no no!” Warm pee gushed uncontrollably into her shorts, quickly soaking the carpet. Megan was frozen in place. She tried to stop the flow, but it was no use. There was no stopping the flood. She could feel warmth between her legs and around her butt as her pee spread on the floor. She got into a sitting position as she continued to pee endlessly. To make things even worse, Veronica’s bedroom door opened. Lewis was out first, only wearing boxers. Behind him was Veronica, wrapped in a blanket. β€œWho’s out here!” Lewis yelled. His eyes fell on Megan, still wetting herself on the floor. β€œOh, Megan. We thought someone was trying to break in.” β€œMeg, what happened? You okay?” Veronica stepped forward. Megan couldn’t find the words. She was too humiliated to speak. It was then that Veronica notices the pee puddle forming. Lewis then saw it. β€œOh.” The other bathroom door opened and Owen stepped out, yet another witness to Megan’s humiliation. Megan buries her face into her knees. β€œWhat’s going on?” Owen asked. β€œDude, shut up,” Lewis said. Veronica knelt down next to Megan. Who’s on the verge of tears. β€œHey. It’s okay.” β€œI’m sorry. I can clean it up. I’m so sorry,” Megan sobbed. β€œBabe, get some towels and the carpet cleaner.” Lewis nodded and went to the kitchen. Veronica gently helped Megan stand. He shorts were completely soaked. Owen grabs one of his towels and places it on the wet carpet. As Lewis and Owen cleaned up Megan’s pee, Veronica accompanied her to the bathroom. There she washed off and put on fresh clothes. The two of them headed for Megan’s bedroom. β€œThat was so fucking embarrassing.” β€œHey, don’t worry about it. I once pissed myself at a tailgate party. In front of Delta Psi. I didn’t leave my dorm for days.” Veronica smiled. Megan managed a laugh. This incident will be forever burned into Megan’s memory, but now it seems like Veronica and Megan are one step closer to being true roomies. - If you chose this route, the story ends here. This will be followed up in β€œMegan and Veronica’s Wild Night”. ISLAND β€œFuck it. I gotta pee.” Megan said to no one in particular. Desperate times, desperate measures. Still tightly grabbing herself, she made her way through the dark, nearly tripping on Owen’s duffle bag next to the couch. She got to the kitchen and looked upon her chosen salvation. The kitchen sink. Their apartment was small, but Megan considered them lucky that they found one that looked nice enough to be the go-to for their friends to hangout at. The kitchen was a particular highlight. It was in one of the newer buildings from the recent expansion, and the counter tops were polished granite slabs and the sinks were sleek stainless steel. The appliances were all the latest models, and the sink and main counter top were their own island, serving as a border between the living room and kitchen. Megan stepped from the living room carpet into the cool tile of the kitchen. The sudden cold on her bare feet nearly make her lose control. She stood in front of the sink with her thighs squeezed together. To her dismay, it was full of dirty dishes. Of course. She began the painful process of moving the plates and cups out of the sink and pouring the water out of them. Each splash of liquid on the stainless steel was utter torture for her. Yet she held on. She’s gotten this far, she was going to make it all the way to the end. She set the last cup down on the counter and took a deep breath. She scanned her surroundings. All was quiet. Once the coast was clear, Megan carefully slid her shorts down to her knees. As far as her clamped legs would let them go. With some effort, she hoisted herself onto the sink, positioning her butt over the drain as the back of her thighs bit into the cold granite. The sink was wide, so she had to spread her legs a bit to balance the weight. She held the edges of the sink for support, and soon she was stable. Megan felt incredibly weird exposing herself like that in the middle of their kitchen. Her feet dangling off the counter and her shorts bunched around her knees. But that didn’t matter much becauseβ€” β€œAhhhhh…” Her pee burst forth from her urethra and splashed against the steel sink, giving off an odd metallic patter. It started as a steady stream, then grew into a gusher. The relief was immense. Megan let out a long, hushed sigh as her urine flowed. She’d done it. She made it to a toilet. Well, sort of. As Megan relished the pleasure of finally relieving herself, her eyes flitted up and saw what was directly across from her. The way the apartment was set up, the kitchen island was perpendicular to the hallway leading to her room. So as Megan sat on the sink, peeing full force, she was directly facing the bathroom door where Owen was vomiting not too long ago. β€œOh no.” Before she could even wish away the possibility, the bathroom door opened and Owen stepped out. Not two steps later he froze in his tracks as his eyes met Megan’s. She’s a deer in headlights. Sitting on the sink, still peeing, her legs open giving Owen a clear view of her vagina. They were silent, save for Megan’s gushing pee stream, which showed no signs of stopping. β€œUm. Hey,” Owen said. Eyes wide. Suddenly sober. β€œHey.” Megan flushed red in the darkness. More awkward silence. Megan’s pee seemed to gush even louder. Owen looked away. β€œAre you okay?” β€œSorry. I just. I really had to go.” β€œDo you need the bathroom?” Megan’s stream started to weaken. β€œA little late for that.” Now a steady trickle. β€œOh okay. Sorry. I felt really sick and –” β€œIt’s fine.” β€œI’m, uh, gonna go to bed.” Owen stumbled to the couch, not being able to help but stare again at Megan’s mortified form perched on the sink. β€œGoodnight.” β€œNight.” Megan punctuated this with a couple more spurts of pee. Then she was done. Finally. She buried her face in her hands. Owen collapsed onto the couch. Burying himself beneath the blankets. Megan’s face felt like it was burning. She didn’t even bother to wipe. She quickly hopped off the sink and pulled up her shorts. She scurried over to her room and shut the door behind her. She felt so embarrassed. Owen was a friend of hers, but she was nowhere near comfortable enough to let him see her like that. Her only hope was that Owen’s hangover in the morning would purge his memory of seeing her pee in the sink. At least her bladder was empty now, and she felt an overwhelming sense of relief. - If you chose this route, the story ends here. DAWN It’s settled then. In the morning, she’d make a beeline for the toilet right after she woke up. Despite the building pressure, she eventually drifted off to sleep. Megan’s eyes fluttered open at around 6AM, as the first rays of sunlight peeked through her blinds. It was two hours before she had set her alarm to go off. Megan rolled in bed and immediately felt the pang in her bladder. Her need to pee had increased significantly since last night. That was an understatement. She was definitely bursting at this point. She checked the clock and noticed she was early to rise. Probably her bladder once again nudging her to finally let it release. Annoyed, Megan tightly crossed her legs under the covers. She still felt groggy and sleepy, and she’s in that wonderful space where she had woken up and realized she still had a couple of hours to keep sleeping. However, her full bladder was begging for relief, and she didn’t know if she could hold it for much longer. - If Megan chooses to stay in bed and keep holding her pee, skip to RISE. - If Megan chooses to get up and finally go pee, keep reading. This was it. She couldn’t wait anymore. She’d pushed her holding capabilities to its absolute maximum. If she didn’t use the bathroom soon, her bed sheets would be thoroughly soaked. Megan carefully sat up in bed and pulled off the covers. As she stood, she had to quickly jam her hands into her crotch and bend forward. Her urethra was screaming for the toilet, and Megan sucked air through her teeth at the sudden sensation. Now that she was standing, her need to pee was exponentially worse. She was seconds away from exploding. She hurried out into the hall and towards the bathroom door, which hung ajar. Megan wasted no time and stepped inside, locking the door behind her. At long last, after putting off her immense desire to piss all night, the toilet stood in front of her, welcoming her with open arms. The sun was getting brighter through the small window, and Megan saw that Owen had once again left the toilet seat up. She had a split second to be annoyed before hurriedly putting the seat down. She felt a spurt come out. Only a small one, but she was cutting it dangerously close. She turned around and quickly slid her shorts and panties down to around her ankles. Megan sat down on the toilet and no sooner than she did, her pee burst out of her with such force that she felt splash back on her thighs. Her stream pierced the water, filling the small apartment bathroom with a loud hiss equivalent to a fire hydrant. Megan felt nothing but bliss as she felt her bladder empty. She moaned with ecstasy. Her toes curled and she bit her lip as her pee gushed out of her for seemingly several minutes straight. She sat with her legs closed and arms resting on her thighs. She leaned forward slightly and let her eyes close as she enjoyed the amazing sensation of taking that morning pee. It was strange. The feeling was borderline sexual. Megan felt a tingling between her legs as she peed. She’d been in desperate need to pee before, but this was the first time she could recall being aroused by relieving a full bladder. Megan felt weird, but also a little naughty at the notion. By now her stream had weakened to a steady trickle. After several more seconds, she let out a few more strong spurts and shivered one last time as her arguably longest ever pee came to an end. Megan couldn’t help but let out a long sigh. She was exhausted, as if she’d just climaxed after an hour of foreplay. She reached for some toilet paper but stopped herself. That tingling feeling wasn’t going away. Technically she still had an hour and a half before her alarm went off. Megan deviously smiled to herself. Good thing she forced herself to get up early. She licked two of her fingers and reached down between her legs. - If you chose this route, the story ends here. RISE Megan jolted awake to her third alarm blaring. In the confusion, she quickly shut it off and saw the time. She’d overslept by a whole hour. β€œShit!” She quickly got up, but suddenly realized that was a horrible mistake. Immediately a hefty gush of pee splashed into her shorts. Megan froze in place. The pain in her bladder radiated six-fold. Megan couldn’t believe it. She’d held her pee all night long and now she was paying the price. She shouldn’t have waited. Now, she felt like if she even moved an inch, she’d lose all control and pee her shorts on the spot. But she was determined not to let this happen. This was definitely the worst she’s ever had to pee as far as she could remember, but she was sure she could still make it to the bathroom. It was only a few feet away. After a few agonizing minutes of regaining her composure, Megan felt the wave of desperation go down a few levels. When she was sure she had gotten control back, she headed for the bathroom, one careful step at a time. She was nearly there. Megan was already fantasizing about sitting on the toilet and letting loose. The immense relief she was about to feel. She reached the door and turned the handle. Locked. Megan’s world collapsed all around her. Inside the bathroom, the shower was already going. Megan could’ve cried. Owen had a morning shift at the hardware store and was already in the shower. She had waited too long. She buried her hands into her crotch and crossed her legs tight. Megan hoped that Owen was nearly done showering and she’d finally be able to pee. If not, she’s screwed…. Unless there was an alternative. - To see how the rest of this plays out, stay tuned for Part 2!
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  19. I bet she held all though the school day. Thanks to Dr.momonga for the art
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  20. Another commission by daveshuyi! This is a Kanojo, Okarishimasu story set during the episode where they go to the beach. I noticed that Mizuhara goes to use the bathroom, but is immediately roped into Kazuya and his friend's antics. Obviously it was just a framing device to get her and Kazuya's friends together for the comedy, but she never did actually get to use the restroom. We decided on a plot that follows the events of the episode, but where Mizuhara is forced to hold it in the whole time. Chizuru Ichinose let out an irritated sigh as she stepped through the doors of the convenience store. It was bad enough that her friends had dragged her to a beach trip today, on one of her only days off, but their group just had to run into Kazuya and his friend group too. The last thing she wanted was to get wrapped up in their antics and have them realize that she was Kazuya’s β€œgirlfriend”, Mizuhara. It’ll be fine. I’ll just keep my distance and they shouldn’t figure it out. I started as a rental girlfriend for the acting practice anyway. Ichinose made a beeline for the convenience store’s restroom, and opened the door. β€œOh, sorry, I didn’t lock-” She initially froze up, worried she was about to walk in on someone using the toilet, but instead she saw Kazuya staring back at her, wide-eyed. She closed the door, but a split-second later he opened it and dragged her inside. β€œW-what are you doing?” she demanded. β€œWhat are you doing here in Shimoda!?” Kazuya asked in a panicked voice. β€œI could ask you the same thing! My friends wanted to go to the beach, so they dragged me here. I didn’t expect to run into you.” β€œR-right.” Mizuhara shifted uncomfortably. After all, she hadn’t come in here to talk to Kazuya. She wasn’t desperate, per se, but she hadn’t gone since this morning. She was definitely feeling uncomfortably full. She rubbed her thighs together as she waited for Kazuya to continue the conversation or leave. β€œHey, listen,” Kazuya scratched the side of his face, β€œWhy did you say β€˜I’ll be here if you need me’ back then?” β€œThere wasn’t anything behind it. You seemed down, so I was saying it’s fine if you want to rent me to cope with your breakup.” Get the message! There’s nothing between us, so leave so I can use the toilet. β€œT-that’s good, because actually me and Mami are getting on pretty well again. We might actually get back together, so I was kind of worried you might get upset if we started dating again.” Ichinose clenched her jaw, remembering how Mami had insulted him the other night. It seemed a far cry from getting on well. However, the more important part here was that Kazuya still hadn’t gotten it in his head that they weren’t actually dating. She glared at him frigidly before turning around to leave. β€œW-wait!” Kazuya called after her. Stop holding me up, I have to pee! β€œListen, you’re overthinking things too much! I’m a rental girlfriend, and you’re my customer! There’s nothing between us! I was acting nice to you because I felt sorry for you! I can’t believe you dragged me in here just to tell me you’re getting back together with your ex!” β€œOkay, sorry, I just-!” β€œKazu-kun?” A voice called from outside, β€œIs that you?” Kazuya and Ichinose panicked and quieted up. Ichinose motioned urgently for Kazuya to get out there and address his ex. He stepped out and she listened to him trying to talk his way out of having a conversation in a supposedly empty restroom, but there was pretty much only one thing that she could do now. She undressed down to the bikini she was wearing underneath her outfit, let down her hair, removed her glasses, and applied the thin but effective layer of makeup it took to transform her from Chizuru Ichinose into Chizuru Mizuhara. She turned around and briefly considered using the toilet quickly, but Kazuya was already getting into trouble. As long as she didn’t get roped into his shenanigans, she should be able to slip back in relatively quickly and use the restroom before changing back and picking up the stuff her friends asked her to buy. Mizuhara exited the restroom, and immediately got caught up in Kazuya’s friend’s shenanigans. Somehow, she found herself getting roped into joining them at the beach. Not only was she forced to leave her stuff behind, but she found herself following them all out of the convenience store with her bladder still uncomfortably full. She trailed behind them and placed a hand on her abdomen. I really want to go, but they all saw me step out of the restroom! It’s already bad enough they saw me and Kazuya coming out of the same restroom together. If I admit I didn’t go, they’ll assume me and him were doing other things in there together! Why did he have to say I was free? Mizuhara found herself sitting at the folding table Kazuya and his friends had set up. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her other friends waiting patiently for her to return, not having any idea she had been dragged into a different group altogether. A pang of guilt hit her, but more pressing was the twinge she felt in her full bladder. She shuffled her legs under the table, pressing her bare thighs together as she tried to take her focus off the pressure. β€œSo, you’re from Shimoda, then?” one of Kazuya’s friends asked. β€œOh, really?” another asked, smiling, β€œDo you know any nice places?” Mizuhara was caught off-guard. She wasn’t actually from Shimoda, that had been one of the many lies Kazuya had come up with without using his brain, and now she was the one put on the spot. β€œO-oh, she was actually really sheltered growing up!” Kazuya jumped in, trying to cover for her. Mizuhara glared at him, but he didn’t seem to get the message. β€œHow did you two meet anyway?” β€œW-well,” Kazuya began, β€œI hit on her in Shibuya and she seemed to fall for me!” β€œOh wow, I wouldn’t expect you to fall for something like that, especially not with a sorry sap like Kazuya!” Mizuhara pinched at Kazuya’s leg in irritation, and before he could make the situation any worse, he spouted some lame excuse and headed towards the water. I can’t believe he ran away and left me here with his friends! I’m stuck here needing to pee because of him and he just heads off like it’s no big deal! Mizuhara briefly considered following him out to have a serious conversation with him, but that would look suspicious. Besides, the last thing she wanted to do was get closer to the water. It was bad enough she could hear the waves from here. The constant background noise of splashing water as the tide rolled in was doing very little to help her situation. She crossed her legs underneath the table and tried to keep her fidgeting to a minimum. I haven’t gone since this morning, and it’s getting pretty bad. I really should think about slipping away to use the restroom soon. β€œSay, Mizuhara-san,” Mami smiled at her, holding out a bottle of soda, β€œYou look like you’re warm. Have a nice drink to cool down!” β€œOh, no, that’s fine, thank you!” Mizuhara declined politely. My bladder’s already so full, the last thing I need is to make it worse! β€œThat’s no good, you should be sure to stay hydrated on a hot day like today!” Mizuhara was about to decline again, but actually she was thirsty. She hadn’t noticed until now, but her mouth was dry and it was really hot out. She didn’t want to make her situation worse by drinking, but it would be even worse in the long run if she collapsed from dehydration. β€œR-right, thank you,” Mizuhara smiled, trying to hide her discomfort as she took the drink and took a few swigs. It was refreshing, but her bladder spasmed in protest, as if it knew the liquid would be making its way down to it sooner rather than later. Mizuhara shifted uncomfortably in her seat and slipped a hand down, grabbing herself as discreetly as possible. She waited for the wave to pass, then removed her hand before anyone could catch her. She was definitely getting desperate at this point, and as she placed a hand on her abdomen, she could feel a slight bulge. β€œSorry, guys, I need to use the restroom, please excuse me!” Mami smiled, standing up and heading off. As she turned to leave, she flashed a smile to Mizuhara, and Mizuhara briefly wondered if she had noticed her desperation. Was she teasing me? Did she figure out I have to pee? Is that why she offered me the drink? Either way, to hear the words she herself desperately wanted to say coming from someone else filled Mizuhara with envy. She seriously considered using the opportunity to accompany Mami to the restroom. I want to, but I can’t. It’s barely been an hour since they all saw me leave the bathroom. It’ll raise some suspicions. She shuffled her legs under the table and slipped a hand down to briefly squeeze herself again. She tried to tune into the friendly chatter between Kazuya’s friends, but it was hard for her to focus. Worse still, she was still thirsty, and forced to take regular sips from the drink Mami had handed her. Every time she did, her bladder would send signals of its fullness. Short of being able to just go to the restroom right away, all Mizuhara wanted to do was to hold herself openly without worrying about being noticed. β€œWe’re back~!” Mami came back, with Kazuya in tow. His face was beet red and he was acting flustered, and since they had come back together, Mizuhara was instantly suspicious that something had happened between them. β€œHey, with you guys back, we should have enough people, let’s play a game!” One of Kazuya’s friends, Kibe, pulled out a deck of cards and began shuffling, β€œWho’s in?” As the game began, Mizuhara caught Mami glancing at her, smiling wryly. She then looked over at Kazuya, who refused to meet her gaze, and was instead casting occasional glances Mami’s way. Whatever. It’s not like it’s any of my business. Kazuya’s just a customer, so why should I care if he gets back together with some manipulative bitch? Mizuhara had thought that, but the idea of Kazuya getting back together with someone like Mami did unsettle her a little. Mami was doing nothing more than taking advantage of his genuine feelings for her. It was infuriating. β€œAh, I’m getting a call, please excuse me!” Kazuya got up from the table to take the call, and Mizuhara’s bladder reasserted itself. She crossed her legs under the table and shifted her weight, leaning back to try to take some pressure off her abdomen. Suddenly, her bladder sent a hard wave of desperation rushing up her body, and she leaked a little before managing to wrestle control back. She clamped her thighs together tightly and grabbed herself under the table as she desperately tried to maintain her composure from the waist up. That’s it, I can’t hold it anymore! I have to pee right now! I need to excuse myself and use the restroom. β€œWhile he’s gone, I’m going to head back to the convenience store for some drinks,” Mizuhara smiled. She braced herself before standing up, trying to maintain as much composure as possible even as her bladder screamed at her for relief. β€œOh, but I already got more drinks,” Mami replied, smiling as she held up a fresh bag filled with ice-cold bottles, β€œHere, if you’re thirsty, take one!” β€œO-oh, thank you!” Mizuhara put on a false smile as she grabbed another drink. She sat down again and took an unwanted sip, shuffling in her seat. She tried to make it look like she was just getting comfortable, but in reality it was all she could do not to leak again. T-this is bad! I should’ve just admitted I had to go! Out of the corner of her eye, Mizuhara saw Mami flash her a knowing smile, and all doubts about whether Mami knew she was desperate vanished. She was definitely doing this on purpose. β€œSorry about that guys,” Kazuya returned, apologizing, β€œI thought it was something serious, but it was nothing.” With Kazuya back, the card game resumed, and Mizuhara tried to use it to distract herself from her mounting desperation. Unfortunately that was getting harder and harder for her to do. She could see a visible bulge where her over-full bladder was on full display in her bikini, and for once she was grateful that most of Kazuya’s friends were perverts who were too busy ogling her breasts to notice. She shuffled restlessly, reaching the point where she couldn’t sit still. This is bad. I’m reaching my limit here! Mizuhara resolved to excuse herself properly. At worst, if anyone brought it up, she could just tell them she wasn’t feeling well. However, when she looked up, there people were looking at her expectantly. Apparently she had just been asked a question. β€œHuh?” she asked. β€œI asked if we could all come down to visit your home here in Shimoda,” one of the other girls in Kazuya’s friend group mentioned. β€œO-oh, well-” β€œA-actually,” Kazuya stepped in, β€œMe and Mizuhara were talking. We were thinking about breaking up, actually…” You idiot! Why now!? I’m glad you’re coming clean, but I was just about to go excuse myself so I can finally pee! β€œOh, why’s that?” β€œWell, you know, we were just feeling kinda gloomy and-” Before Mizuhara could react, Kibe decked Kazuya as hard as he could. β€œWhat the hell do you think you’re doing, you piece of shit!” Kibe yelled. Kazuya punched Kibe back, and the situation quickly escalated. Apparently, Kibe had noticed Kazuya’s behavior around Mami, and was upset because he thought Kazuya was two-timing. Ordinarily, Mizuhara would have stepped in, but in her current state, she was doing all she could to hold it in. Why is this happening now? My bladder’s so full! I want to pee already! β€œMizuhara-san, I think it’d be best if you left,” one of Kazuya’s other friends spoke up, even as the situation was calming down. β€œY-yeah,” Mizuhara nodded. She felt bad, but right now all she cared about was peeing. She stood up and made a hasty beeline for the convenience store where she had left her stuff, but then she noticed Kazuya storm off too in the same direction as her. Don’t follow me now! We can talk about this later! Despite saying that, Mizuhara stopped, squeezing her thighs together and bracing herself for a conversation even as her overtaxed bladder screamed at her to prioritize relief. She could barely focus during the conversation. Apparently the call had been from Kazuya’s grandmother, and with her getting released from the hospital, it would be too hard to have them keep up the facade of their relationship anyway. β€œWell, coming clean is the first part of growing past this and doing the right thing. They just reacted like that because they don’t know the whole situation.” β€œIt must’ve really sucked, having to pretend to be the girlfriend of a shithead like me,” Kazuya scratched the back of his head. I should agree. You have no idea the hell you’ve put me through. Even now, I’m standing here on the verge of wetting myself because I had to cover for your idiocy! And yet… β€œThis is my job, idiot. It was actually a lot of fun.” With that, Mizuhara rushed off. As soon as she was out of Kazuya’s line of sight, she jammed both hands between her legs as she broke into a full-on sprint. Each step sent an angry shockwave up her bladder and she nearly leaked again, but she didn’t care. I have to pee I have to pee I have to pee! I haven’t had to pee this bad in my whole life! I’m about to burst! She turned the corner and headed straight for the convenience store, half-running, half-hobbling to reach the restrooms on time, but the second she saw the parking lot, her heart sank. Her friends were there, standing in front of the convenience store like they were looking for her. She tucked herself behind the store sign and waited for them to head off, dancing desperately in place as she tried to hold it. Why now? Please leave please leave please leave! I really, really can’t hold it anymore! β€œChizuru?” The shock of hearing her name made her bolt upright and she temporarily lost control, letting out a spurt into her swimsuit. She pressed her thighs together, straightened herself up, and turned around to see Kibe standing there. She hoped he hadn’t noticed her desperate pee dance from earlier, or small trickle of pee from her leak earlier. β€œY-yes?” β€œI didn’t expect to run into you again,” Kibe admitted, giving no indication that he noticed either Mizuhara’s desperation or her leak, β€œS-sorry about earlier. Actually, do you have a minute?” The answer was no, but Mizuhara glanced back to the convenience store where her friends were still looking for her. Her bladder was like a rock in her abdomen, and she could both feel and see it sticking out noticeably. All she wanted was to rush to the restroom and finally, after waiting so long, let it all out. But she was cornered. If she said she needed to go to Kibe, he’d expect her to walk right in, where she’d get stuck with her friends. I don’t have a choice. Please, please let me hold out until our conversation’s over! β€œS-sure!” she answered with a strained smile. She cast a longing glance at the convenience store and squeezed her thighs together as she followed Kibe back towards the beach. It didn’t help that they were once again now closer to the water. β€œListen, are you seriously breaking up with Kazuya?” β€œY-yeah.” β€œOh,” Kibe looked dejected, sitting down. He began talking about Kazuya to Mizuhara, and she did her best to try to listen. However, it was impossible to focus on anything but her screaming bladder. The pressure was getting almost painful, to the point where it was the only thing Mizuhara could focus on. She had to stand there, acting like everything was fine, but she was seriously worried she was going to start wetting herself right there. I can hold it. I can hold it. I can hold it. I can’t pee. No matter what, I can’t pee. Using that as a mantra, Mizuhara found herself standing there, focusing all her efforts on keeping the floodgates closed. Even as Kazuya appeared, apparently having been eavesdropping, she managed to contain her surprise and hold it all in. They were talking and she was responding, but she was unfocused. The only thought in her mind was how badly she needed to pee, and how determined she was to hold it in. Gotta pee. Gotta hold it. Gotta pee. Gotta hold it. β€œAnyway, we should head to the changing rooms,” Kibe replied. It’s getting late, plus we can tell the others we smoothed things out between us.” β€œYeah,” Kazuya nodded. The changing rooms! β€œY-yes!” Mizuhara blurted out a little too enthusiastically. She then realized her mistake and scratched the back of her head. She was expecting Kazuya or Kibe to say something, but luckily they both shrugged it off. Finally! I can finally pee! I just need to make it to the changing rooms! Mizuhara walked behind them, on autopilot. She had to pee so bad even walking was sending powerful waves of desperation shooting through her, and she had to hold herself discreetly just to keep from letting any more out. By the time they got to the changing room, Mizuhara was at her limit. She had been holding it for the better part of the day, and her bladder muscles were on their last legs. She made her way into the girl’s side and made a beeline for the restrooms. Pee. Gotta pee. I can finally pee. I have to pee so bad. Hold it. Hold it just a bit longer! β€œMizuhara-san!” Mizuhara felt someone’s hands grab her shoulders just before she was able to enter the restrooms, and she let out another spurt into her swimsuit bottoms in shock. She clamped down with all her strength to close the floodgates, and managed to somehow regain control. She whirled around and came face to face with Mami. β€œOh, that was a weird noise you let out just now!” β€œS-sorry, I’m not really feeling well.” It was a formality. Mizuhara knew Mami knew she was desperate. β€œI wanted to apologize for earlier, since Kazu-kun can be so silly sometimes. I never meant to flirt with him,” Mami smiled, β€œI noticed you didn’t have your bag, so if you want to borrow some of my clothes to change into, you can.” β€œO-oh yeah, I left it at the beach,” Mizuhara lied, β€œThank you.” β€œIt’s over there!” Mami smiled, β€œNow if you excuse me, I have to pee like crazy! Probably all that soda I drank!” Before Mizuhara could react, Mami slipped into the restroom and occupied it’s only stall. No no no no! I gotta pee! I have to go so bad! She did that on purpose! She’s tormenting me! I bet she’s going to take her time in there too! I don’t have a choice, I need to pee right now! Mizuhara rushed over to the bag where Mami said she left the clothes she could use. Mizuhara half-expected them to be something either too revealing to be modest or purposely ugly, but it turned out to be a nice blouse and an orange skirt, along with panties to match. There was no bra, but the short was thick and baggy enough that she could get by without one. Mizuhara threw on the clothes as fast as she could, dancing desperately in place as she tried not to leak all over the changing room floor. Once she was dressed, she left the changing room, hearing Mami leave the stall just as soon as she did. Mizuhara considered turning back around and using the now-free restroom, but she didn’t trust Mami not to physically block her as she watched Mizuhara wet herself. I’m out of time! I’ve pushed myself past my limit! I’m going to pee! Mizuhara rushed onto the sidewalk in front of the changing room and glanced around, looking for the next nearest restrooms. Unfortunately for her, it seemed like the closest thing was the convenience store. I can make it, just gotta- Mizuhara started her mad dash back towards the convenience store, but then a powerful spasm shot through her bladder and sent her doubling over. She let out a large spurt into the fresh panties she had just changed into, sending rivulettes of hot urine streaming down her legs. She stopped and crossed her legs desperately, jamming both hands up her skirt to clamp down and regain control. She managed to briefly, but she felt her bladder muscles relax. She had seconds. No no no no! Not here! Please… Mizuhara shifted course and rounded the corner to the back of the changing rooms, which were a little more remote. Not a second after she rounded the corner out of sight of any beachgoers, the floodgates opened. Her taxed muscles lost control, and her overfilled bladder sent torrents of pee gushing out between her legs. She could hear the loud splattering of her pee splashing and hitting the ground as it flowed down in streams. She could feel streams of pee running down her legs and the back of her skirt. The potential embarrassment of wetting herself was completely overshadowed by the sheer pleasure of relief that wracked Mizuhara’s body. She had never had to pee so bad before, and thus had never felt the blissful, orgasmic relief she was feeling now. The pressure in her bladder, while still full, gave way to waves of relief, and she wasn’t even able to stand upright. She braced herself against the wall as she slid down, still peeing, until she was sitting there, watching her pee flow out of her like a river and onto the ground below. She barely managed to hold back the moan of pure pleasure as she felt her bladder empty, the pressure inside lessening as she peed at full force. Even a minute later, she was still going strong, and from how it felt she had another minute left in her. After what felt like an eternity of blissful relief, Mizuhara’s flow finally slowed, petering out and stopping as the last of her bladder’s contents found their way onto the ground beneath her. Her skirt, or rather Mami’s skirt, had been completely soaked in the back. Her panties were drenched. The scent of urine hung in the air, and Mizuhara sat there, breathing heavily as she finally snapped back to reality. She looked up, and saw Mami staring down at her, a smug look on her face. β€œOh my, and I just let you borrow those clothes, too,” Mami smirked, β€œI wonder what Kazu-kun will think when I tell him his girlfriend that he already wants to dump pissed herself like a little girl for no reason?” Mizuhara’s relief and bliss instantly turned to focused embarrassment and anger, and she stood up, slapping Mami across the face. Mami looked up at Mizuhara in shock, and looked like she was about to say something indignant, when Mizuhara jabbed at her chest with her finger. β€œYou stopped me from using the restroom! None of this would’ve happened if you had let me use the one in the changing room!” Mizuhara accused, β€œActually, it goes beyond that. I know exactly what you’re doing! You’re playing games with Kazuya and flirting with him behind my back! You know he still has feelings for you and you’re toying with him! You’re acting all jealous and manipulative even though you’re the one who broke up with him! You don’t give a damn about actually getting back together with him. You just want him to break up with me. You have him wrapped around your finger, but all you want to do is make him miserable. You called him pathetic in front of me the other night, but the real pathetic one is you for wanting to screw around and do whatever the hell you want without considering anyone else’s feelings!” β€œI- that isn’t...” β€œLet me tell you something else,” Mizuhara continued, β€œDo you know why me and Kazuya really got together? It’s because he was devastated when you broke up with him like it was no big deal, and I felt sorry for him. Sure, I’m not happy about being a rebound. That’s one of the reasons we’re breaking up. But even as a hollow rebound relationship, our relationship is ten times more real than anything you’ll ever have with him.” Mami clenched her fists and stormed off, and Mizuhara felt herself relax again. She wasn’t sure what came over her, but the thought of Mami toying with Kazuya, even after all she’d done to help him, infuriated her. No, maybe it wasn’t just their relationship as a client and a rental girlfriend. Maybe Mizuhara genuinely wanted to see Kazuya move past such an awful person. You idiot. You should think about doing better than someone like her. Someone who’ll treat you better. If I were really dating you… Mizuhara shook her head. She was tired, wet, and there was still a dull ache in her bladder from holding it in for so long. She could change back into her swimsuit and pick up some dry clothes, and then they could clear up everything together on the ferry. After today, there won’t be anything between us, other than us being neighbors and going to the same college. That’s all. -The End-
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  21. Omo sexuality

    I've had a couple conversations with people on Omegle lately about omo, and noticed an interesting trend. Everyone I seem to talk to that has the same interests within omorashi I do (public desperation, accidents, humiliation, etc.) says it's a more powerful turn on than sex itself. We also seem to have similar interests when it comes to dating: no interest in hookups, and craving emotional connection. There's even tons of similarities in personality between us (introverted, feel they outgrow their friends quickly, etc.). There were more similarities than those, but they're the ones I found most interesting. I'm curious if anyone else feels a similar way when it comes to this fetish and dating. Kinks and psychology are super interesting to me so I thought I'd try and see if there's anything deeper going on here
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  22. (Male) Date night

    Hello everyone, I've been a lurker at omo.org for quite a while, since I'd heard of the site probably, but have only posted a hand full of times before. I'm not sure why, but I got the urge to become more active, so I thought I'd share one of my favorite experiences with you all, especially since male stories seem to be less common. I know there is a smaller audience for them here that enjoys them. I’ll post what I’ve written so far, and if people like it and my writing style, I’ll keep going. A bit of background on me first: I am a youngish gay male, and have a partner who is several years older than I am. I mention the age difference because I feel like it plays a role in our sex lives, both in and out of omorashi – we're both pretty kinky, and the only easy way I know of to describe our dynamic is an almost β€œbig brother/little brother” sort. He's by far the more domineering one between us, and has a thing for exhibitionism to boot (I don't, but I willingly indulge him as much as I can – I don't have to tell you all how nerve wracking it can be!). To stick with omorashi, this usually means that he tells me what and how much to drink, with the goal of teasing me and forcing me to hold until I wet myself, and for him, that preferably happens somewhere where others can see, and where I would be embarrassed (within reason, of course, and we stay discreet in public areas, don't make others clean up, etc.). Personally, I prefer holding to wetting, and like to think that he gets something out of seeing me squirming in pain, too. But, this means that we usually end up in a battle of his will versus my bladder when it comes to omorashi. This particular night, we on one of our weekly date nights. The plan was to go to check out a big outdoor mall sort of thing on the other side of town, grab a bite to eat, then head to a sort of club where it was acceptable for my partner could get his exhibitionism fix, let's say. I had drunk about 1.5 liters of water before we left, to get me warmed up, and brought another bottle with me, which I drank on the drive over. By the time we got to the shopping center, I remember having to go pretty badly already, probably up at a 7/10, but I had to endure a long walk from the car to the center itself (this was a very big outdoor mall, and bigger parking lot). Just to torture me probably, our first stop was an arcade. This was all a while ago, but I remember playing a few games of air hockey (which I lost, probably thanks to spending most of the time with my legs crossed, wincing in pain every time I had to lean to hit the puck), and one of those arcade shooters – probably Time Crisis, or something. After we'd both died, he gave me a look-over and asked, β€œYou okay there?,” which was basically code for β€œAre you still dry?” I said yes – I was not about to wet my pants in the middle of a busy arcade, especially the ones I was wearing at the time, so I'd been holding on for dear life (for anyone who wants a mental image, I was wearing light colored well-fitting jeans and briefs, so a small slip up on my part would probably have been visible). I was surprised when the next words out of his mouth were β€œWant to go pee?,” but more than anything, I wanted to take the opportunity to not wet myself before we'd even had dinner. I shook my head yes. He took my hand, and led me to the restroom in the arcade, which I quickly used. I knew we weren't done though, and before long, he'd bought me another bottle of water to drink, and he told me to drink it up quickly. We walked around a bit more before dinner, including by a fountain that I was very grateful we had visited after the restroom, not before. By the time we'd sat down at a restaurant, my bladder was starting to fill again. It didn't help that he kept asking the waiter to refill my water. By the time we had taken our sweet time eating – or he took his, more like – and we paid the check, I was probably back around a 6 or 7/10. I swear I caught a sadistic grin on his face as I winced trying to stand up and we left the restaurant. (I've got to be off for now, but I hope you've enjoyed the set up at least!)
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  23. A few weekends ago, I needed to do some gardening. To set the scene, it was a normal day, I was well-hydrated but hadn’t needed to pee much (yet!). Obviously, doing the gardening, I was just in casual clothes. Blue bra and T-shirt. Loose dress with white panties underneath and an old pair of sneakers. So, I was outside doing the gardening. And I started to get a bit of a twinge in my bladder. I was busy, so I thought nothing of it. As I moved around the garden, it slowly got worse until it was really quite uncomfortable. I enjoy gardening and I was having a relaxing morning, so I didn’t want to interrupt it. But my bladder was getting really distracting. I considered my situation. I’m outside, in my fairly private garden. I need to pee (quite noticeably by this point). I’ve got a loose-fitting skirt on. It was like fate. So, I arranged my skirt for minimal mess. Then I just relaxed. It still takes a bit of time for me to wet unless I’m in the shower or something, so I had to really relax. But then a felt a few drops wet my panties. Then a few more. Then it became spurts and my panties were soaked and it started going through onto the grass. Soon there was a waterfall between my legs. It didn’t last long, but it felt so good! Once I was all done, I had a quick look to assess the damage. My panties were soaked, my sneakers had a few splashes on them but my skirt was mostly dry. I love the feeling of wet panties, so I just carried on gardening. And if I felt that little twinge, I just relaxed for a few minutes and warned my panties up a bit! (PS: I’m not sure how much my girlfriend, who was in the house at the time and knows about my omo habits, saw, but she rolled her eyes at me when I got back in the house and suggested it might be time to do some laundry).
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  24. A friend of mine wanted to have some fun, so I came up with a play date for us. I know we enjoyed it, perhaps you will too. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f837af3e88ab
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  25. I’m writing this thread in response to wettinghose Posted June 22 Sure would love to hear more. I worked with a group of people my age for a supervisor who also supervised other groups of people my age. One person in my group also happened to be one of 3 other guys with whom I shared an apartment. We arrived around 9 or so. There were the usual munchies, soft drinks, beer and wine. I freely ate and drank wine. At midnight we all were given servings of champagne. We did the usual toasting when the ball dropped. I was very thirsty. I went to the drinks/munchies table and the only drinks available were many servings of champagne. I drank one. A few minutes late I drank another, then a few minutes later drank another. Never was my thirst quenched. I continued drinking champagne until the part broke up. My apartment mate and I started the 6 block walk to our apartment. I warned him I was drunk and had to walk slowly. We got to our apartment and I told him I was really drunk but not as drunk as a girlfriend had been. She was so drunk she wet her pants. He said β€œthat poor woman”. I said It was shame I never really saw her again. He said I could bet she made sure of that! We got inside and I drank some water but had no awareness of my bladder. I took off my pants and went to bed. A few minutes later my stomach started complaining. The complaining got worse somI got out of bed put on my pants and hurried across the wide area to the bathroom. I got inside just in time to lift the toilet seat and throw up. I closed the door and threw up again. Then I threw up. Then I threw up very little. Then I dry heaved. Then I dry heaved. Then I got a particularly strong dry heave. I felt something push out from my butt into my undies, and warmth spreading at my crotch and down my legs. I pooped in my pants and I wet my pants. When the dry heaves slowed I clean the poop out out of my undies and as soon as I was certain it was over pulled up my pants and went to rinse out my mouth and quench my thirst. I went back to my bedroom. Somehow I thought to do what I had frequently done 11 to 13 years old: simulate a diaper. At the time I bought more undies instead of going to the laundromat 3 blocks away. I put on on of my last clean undies then roughly 20 from my laundry. I was soon asleep. The next thing I knew it was still dark and I was wetting my pants. I couldn’t stop. When I did stop the outer most undies were damp but my bed seemed to have been spared. I took off my wet undies, dried myself and put on clean undies and went back to sleep. I next woke up in late morning. I put on pants and a shirt and tried to get to the bathroom. The door was locked and the shower was running and With no warning I felt warmth spread at my crotch. I wet my pants again. I quickly retreated to my bedroom, cleaned up, put on clean undies. I went back to bed. I woke up after noon and this time I took a shower. I had no feeling of a full bladder. I got back to my bedroom and got dressed with winter coat. I had a work project that required my attention that day or lose months of work. I went to open my bedroom door and felt warmth spreading at my crotch and down my leg. I wet my pants again. As soon as it stopped I took off my wet pants and undies and put on one of my last 2 clean undies and dry pants. I took public transit into work, as I always did. On New Years Day with transfers it took about an hour to get to work. I got there, did what needed to be done in about an hour, drank some water, and left for the return trip home. I was about 2 stops from my stop. I felt a very sudden warmth spreading at my crotch. I was wetting my pants again. I got off and completely soaked my pants before I could get to the sidewalk. Very fortunate for me none of the apartment mates were up and about. I changed again putting on my last clean undies. I realized the new yea year I pope in my pants but not in a toilet. I peed in my pants 5 times and peed in a toilet 0 times. That made me a New Year’s baby! I made point of using the toilet every hour whether I felt a need or not. I finally went to bed. The next morning I took my wet and dirty pants, undies and the rest of my laundry to the laundromat. After all the laundry was done one home I went grocery shopping. As I often did I went down the infant/toddler supplies aisle. I saw something I had not paid that much attention to before: GerberR plastic panties for over 35 pounds. I thought I’m over 35 pounds. I bought a pack of 3. When I got home I took off my pants and tried on one them. It fit without stretching! The fit was much tighter than pictured but they fit. I went to work and as I usually did took the last public transport of the night. I drank as much water as I could hold and put on the plastic panties. I went for a walk avoiding the brightly lit Main Street. I walked farther and farther home. I could feel growing bladder pressure. I held until I did feel an orgasmic release and warmth spreading at my crotch between my leg and to my butt. I felt my pants and my crotch was dry, my butt was fry and between my legs was dry. I turned to walk home. Every few minutes I wet again. By the time Ingot home my plastic panties were bulging, but they did not leak! So from New Years baby to adult omorashi practitioner!
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  26. I smell some new content I need to try. It truly is the most wonderful time of the year
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  27. Starting to really dig being in wet pants. Where once it felt gross and unnatural now it feels cozy and right. I should start having more accidents to feel them more.
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  28. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f80f5d9c7578 Should meet the criteria.
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  29. Not entirely the same thing, an interesting idea I had (but am not sure how to implement) is something like a BLE system that notifies you if you come in range of another person who has marked that they are "into" omorashi on the app. You could discreetly find other people near you, but it's more of a concept than anything. I don't know how to really do privacy, security etc. for a smartphone app (and don't have a dev license for iPhones), and I'm not even sure if there would be interest.
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  30. This is my first post, so be gentle, I'm not the best writer! For a little background/personal information (skip this paragraph if you don't care haha) - At the time of this story, I was a freshman in college. I was nineteen and had just started drinking alcohol for the first time earlier that year. If you're curious, I'm 5'4" and ~120 pounds, although this was around the time of my freshman fifteen, so it was probably closer to 130-135 pounds. I was in a two-year relationship going into college with the guy I lost my virginity to, but we broke up during the first semester and I started talking to other guys. Let's face it, I was young and curious about sex with other people. So during the spring semester I started casually hooking up with a guy that was a couple years older than me. He owned a condo with his brother, who my roommate was actually casually seeing, so we would party either there or with his frat brothers. On this fateful night, I'm pretty sure we were at a house party a mile or two from his condo and we had a couple too many. The four of us (the two brothers, me and my roommate) walked back to their condo and put ourselves to bed. It was one of those nights where you don't brush your teeth or take your party clothes off, and we definitely were too drunk to have sex. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night. It was pitch black, I was nauseous, my head was pounding, and the bed was wet. Wait. Oh, hell no. My heart was pounding and I snuck out of bed and into the bathroom. Definitely still drunk. Definitely not processing what had just happened. Definitely trying to figure out how I could leave and never see him again. I turned the light on and stared at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a 3/4 sleeve little black dress and the entire bum area was soaked. I remembered that I had been dreaming about needing the toilet and when I found one in my dream, it was weird because my clothes were getting wet. That must have been what woke me up. Shit. The next thing I remember is that Matt walked into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around me. I probably had tears in my eyes while I had a mini panic attack. I was apologizing profusely. He said "someone had too much to drink" and told me it was okay and to take my clothes off. He threw my dress and undies in the wash with the sheets, gave me a pair of his sweats and a t-shirt, and put a towel over the wet spot. The comforter didn't get wet so we crawled back into bed and fell asleep. He drove me home the next morning and was literally the sweetest person about it. He didn't make me feel bad and never brought it up again. We faded pretty soon after that because he was wanting a relationship and I was nowhere close to ready. We still text occasionally to check in and see how the other is doing. A couple of years ago we were texting and I brought up what had happened freshman year of college. I told him that in recent years, I thought about that night a lot. I ended up telling him about my fetish and he was very interested (should I have known based on how he reacted when it happened?!). He asked me if I had been turned on and I explained that, at the time, absolutely not because I was traumatized and scared to death about pissing someone else's bed. But .... if it happened again ... intentionally ... that would be a different story. Over the next couple of months, he sent me a handful of videos that included him pissing. Honestly, I wish I could have explored that relationship a little bit more, but it wasn't in the universe's plan for us. And that's the story of the one and only time I peed in someone else's bed.
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  31. Didn't have much time for writing this week, but here: Jen walked up the stairs, as James watched, leaving a trail of dripped yellow liquid behind her. James climbed off the couch and folded the sopping blanket, placing it in the laundry basket for later. Then he carefully navigated around the puddle to the kitchen, where he picked up some paper towels to clean it up (after all, it was kind of his fault she'd had an accident). After cleaning up downstairs, James followed Jen back up to their bedroom, carrying the laundry basket. Jen had removed her pajama pants and shirt, and was standing there in an emerald green bralette and a pair of formerly matching (though now quite a darker shade) of panties. Her half-naked body, facing away from James, was framed by the window. The grey light from outside cast long shadows across the floor. "Hey," said James softly as he entered. "I brought your laundry." Evidently startled, Jen turned around quickly, then, relieved to see that it was James, went back to getting dressed. She pulled on an oversized grey hoodie, and reached for another pair of sweatpants. "Oh, I don't think so," said James. "If you're not going to change your panties, at least I get to see them." "Fine, but next time, I'm intentionally peeing in your lap." "Oh? You know I like that? I didn't even ask you to sit there." Jen blushed a little, and smoothed out the front of her sweatshirt so it hung almost halfway to her knees. She was not a large person, and this was not a small sweatshirt. "I'm thirsty again," said Jen. "I'll get you some water, right after I go to the bathroom." James exited the room and began descending the stairs. Jen pouted playfully. "No fair! How come you get to use the bathroom?" "I made it through the film and then some, love. Besides, you just had an accident, you shouldn't need to pee right now." Jen followed James back down the stairs after tossing her damp clothes (aside from what she was wearing) in the laundry basket. She sat on the couch, waiting for James to come back, which he did, after making a point of running the water to wash his hands. He walked up behind the couch and started massaging Jen's head, sifting her hair through his fingers. Jen relaxed and tilted her head back, her eyes closed. It felt so nice to have his warm, strong hands run through her hair. She didn't have a care in the world, not even about the little pang her bladder sent. I can hold it, she thought. It's just the caffeine being overactive. Then, she rolled onto her stomach and motioned James back on to the couch. He crawled next to her and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Then he held up the pair of sweatpants he was wearing earlier (he had changed in the washroom). "Can you put your hands out, Jen?" Jen knew what that meant, and obediently, she raised her arms parallel to each other, and even though she knew, she still asked, rather innocently: "What is this for?" "Your punishment." James took the sweatpants and tied a knot around Jen's wrists, so that her hands were effectively coupled together and quite useless. Then he said, "There's another part," and lifted a bottle of water to her lips. She drank the entire 1600 mL bottle in under a minute. "What happens if I have an accident this time?" "Don't worry," said James, "You'll find out." He smiled warmly at her, and she smiled back, blushing.
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  32. you're too nice lol. Thanks for your readership
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  35. All right I am in love with this new editor and for some reason am designing an omorashi mid-boss battle for a wetting dungeon.
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  36. https://vk.com/videos238000763?z=video335117013_456239030%2Fpl_238000763_-2 This probably isn't it since you don't see an actual wetting but I fell in love with this video for the desperation aspect. If you go to 2 minutes in she's stuffing toilet paper in her panties to help clean up her accident.
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  37. Candy corn-flavored drabbles for October! "What manner of potion are you making?" he asked when he noticed the pot of noxious sludge. The young witch blushed. "That's a chamber pot." (140 characters) The harpy's heart ached, as did her bowels. Her man and his new lover were directly beneath her. This would be a picnic they'd never forget. (140 characters) The little girl's doll could cry and wet, but wasn't made to walk or talk. One night it did walk and talk, and the babysitter cried and wet. (140 characters) She'd been told the lagoon was sacred, but she didn't respect it. She relieved herself while no one paid attention. A man-shaped fish rose from the water. She fled, but tripped, and found the monster towering above her meek body. He relieved himself while everyone paid attention. (280 characters) He was caught in the giant web. Dripping liquid echoed in the silent ruins, testifying to his weak fortitude. The spider queen descended and asked why he had entered her realm. "To bring back proof that you exist." She closed her eight eyes and laughed. "I'll weave you a diaper." (280 characters) Last he'd seen, his wife and daughter were watching a potty training tape. Now both of them were enraptured by the nightmarishly distorted picture and sound coming from the television. "No potty," said the toddler, and the woman concurred. Their eyes were blank. The sofa was wet. (280 characters)
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  38. My pants weren't feeling very wet any more... Wet from behind.mp4
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  39. Damn, Nejire wasn't expecting that. Thanks to Shioboi for the art
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  40. Well said @canipee! Also I don't think the women in either of the videos posted were at all desperate.
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  41. So I tried drawing a picture of twilight holding a lot... she must be holding a gallon in there. (Apologies for not being the best artist but I hope i'm at least good enough lol (10 minute ish sketch
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  44. Oh pooping is a whole thing for me. One of the side effects of CP is chronic constipation. I have had accidents related to my mom's misadventures in trying to make me go "regularly", laxatives, enemas, suppositories, that always either ended up doing nothing or causing a huge mess because I didn't listen when she warned me that it would come quick and the reason I ignored her, other than being a dumb kid was because pooping never came quick for me. Twenty minutes was fast. So inevitably I would end up with an eruption of 4 or 5 days of nasty soft poop in my underwear and everywhere else once the overflow happened. I also had "accidents" where I would be constipated and things would get moving and I would, not wanting to lose the moment, because that's a thing. Hold it long enough I don't have to go anymore, so, not wanting that to happen I would just go with it and force these huge, hard poops out into my pants and then play it off like I didn't mean to. A poop bigger around than my forearm and I'd be trying to sell "I didn't know.". In reality I knew that there was a decent chance by the time I got to the toilet I wouldn't be able to go. Anyway, while pooping is not my thing, I have some stories to share, but, as I said, I want to go in chronological order. Obviously, the further back we go the less I actually remember. For the sake of making these stories entertaining, if I remember the conversation I will write out the dialogue. That's not me pretending I remember word for word what happened in third grade. It's just to flesh things out so there is some idea of what was said. If I am relaying a story that I only know because other people remember there will be far less dialogue and detail. Also, from his point on, I will be giving my sister a name, and that name is Nicole. It's not her real name, because I used my real name in my username and I don't want anyone connecting any dots, at least not any easier than I have already made it. Same with friends I may mention, the names aren't real, the people are. As I mentioned in my last post my parents have said that they wish they had waited to potty train me. I was potty trained at two, and was fairly quick to stop wetting in my sleep as well. There are many reasons that potty training me young was basically just creating problems, beyond the fact that it caused me to reject diapers. As mentioned in my original post I am very small, even as an adult. My bladder is no different. There is also the mechanics of my disability, muscle spasms. Specifically in my case bladder spasms which basically means I go from not needing to go at all to "I'm about to pee my pants." instantly. It doesn't happen every time I have to pee but when it does happen I have to know where the bathroom is and get there. Which means that in my younger years "Mommy, I have to go potty." basically translated to "Mommy, I'm going to start peeing as soon as we head for the bathroom.". Even as I grew and had some level of control that was only useful at home and at school. In the late 80s and early 90s public bathrooms with stalls big enough for a walker or a wheelchair and with grab bars were more a luxury than a guarantee. Insert an argument between young me and my parents about wearing pull-ups whenever we went out. That was just during the day. At night I had to wake Nicole up, who would sleepily go to my parents' room and tell them I needed to go, all the while I'm waiting for someone to carry me to the toilet. Wetting the bed while awake was a frequent occurrence. I don't think I went a full year without a legitimate loss of control accident until I was almost a teenager, and even that doesn't mean much other than that I had discovered what I have heard people call "Convenience wetting", or to put it another way I stopped waiting to lose control if I knew the end of the story anyway. Nicole is a year older than me. I don't have any memory of her teasing me for having accidents, but that's because at a very young age she was taught a very direct lesson. I don't know very many specific details but from what I have been told I peed my pants, and Nicole made fun of me and I got upset. So, in order to teach her why I peed my pants my parents got creative with her punishment. For one day, whenever she had to go to the bathroom she was not allowed to get up and go. She had to yell for one of my parents, wait for them to come and get her, carry her to the bathroom, pull her pants down, lift her onto the toilet, help her off the toilet, the whole bit. Just like me. With the threat of real punishment if she cheated. They swear they didn't intentionally delay her into an accident on purpose, but, predictably, being a little kid she made the mistake of waiting too late, and she was finished and angry before anyone showed up. My parents then explained to her that I had no choice but to wait for help no matter how bad I had to go. After that she only ever got mad if we were forced to share a bed and I peed "on her", which, not gonna lie, happened a few times. Wow this is a lot. I'm gonna stop here. Next time I'll answer questions and...I think I know what story I'm gonna tell. We'll see. Questions might change my mind.
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  46. Emma first year university , Violet first year university , Odette, second year university and Claire Third year university All four is a group known at the university Today is a long holiday for university. All four people are invited to go on a long holiday.But they still don't know where to travel. So all four of them took a car and drove indefinitely in case there was a place they wanted to go.With the seats of the four people as follows Emma sitting in the back with Odette Violet sat in the seat next to the driver and Claire is the driver. Before leaving, they had a large glass of soda in the center of the car, according to their number. The traffic is jammed like the general capital traffic. While the cars were waiting for the traffic lights, they agreed on where to go. β€˜ Where are we going? ’ Claire opens the issue. β€˜ Should we go to the mall? ’ Emma proposed up β€˜ We go there every week. ’ Odette speaks while sipping soda. β€˜ So where are we going? ’ Emma asked Odette back. Violet listened to them, arguing with each other by searching the front of the car and finding a piece of paper. β€˜ If it were here, should we go? ’ Violet proposed by giving that paper to Emma. β€˜ The sea? Just opened shortly. ’ β€˜ Then shall we go There is not that far away either. ’ Claire adds, looking for the coordinates of the sea β€˜ Then let's go ’ Everyone agreed to go there and the traffic lights let them go. Claire keeps driving according to the coordinates until he stays on the highway. The heat from the afternoon air made them sip soda together more often. β€˜The traffic began to jam again maybe there is an accident ahead.’Claire complains while sipping a soda too. β€˜ It will take a long time before we reach the end of this highway. ’ Violet says by sipping more soda. β€˜ Violet. If you drink it a lot, be careful you will want to piss. ’As Odette is Violet's older sister, she warns her sister. β€˜ Don't worry, Odette. I'm not a child anymore to not hold it for a long time. ’ Violet replies and drinks all of the soda. β€˜ So until the highway is over, you don't just look for the restrooms. ’ Odette tells Violet, who is cocky, drinks all soda before everyone else. After 30 minutes the car moved not far from where they had been. And the effect of the soda they drink is starting to work. Each person starts to move their legs, depending on who is the most affected by the soda is violet she shook her legs more than others and asked Claire if β€˜ Claire How far will it be to get past this highway? ’ β€˜ What's going on? Violet A few minutes ago, you still told me, 'You're not a child anymore'. ’ Odette tease Violet.Violet blushed and told her sister that β€˜ Be quiet, Odette. I just want to know how far it is. ’ She spoke while shaking her legs. Claire rubbed her thighs and told Violet that β€˜ Probably about 30 kilometers that we will pass this highway and look for the bathroom. ’ Everyone listens to Claire and tries not to sip soda often. After another 20 minutes, Violet used both hands to touch the vagina almost all the time, but luckily the long traffic jam began to move. β€˜ Violet, can you still hold it? ’ Claire asks Violet as she moves her thighs more than ever. β€˜ Ah, I think I can hold it. ’ Violet knees up in her cushion until she sees the pink underwear and squeezes her vagina. β€˜ Please get out of this highway quickly. ’ Emma prayed by rubbing her legs more often Traffic during this period is flowing. Until they can finally get past the highway and Claire drives a car looking for a gas station or a public restroom nearby. β€˜ (Quickly find the bathroom) ’ Violet became more rigid so as not to pee, and if the car stopped suddenly, it would cause her pee to come out.But then Claire brakes the car suddenly because the car in front suddenly brakes β€˜ Ah! ’ Violet leaked a little Her pink underwear began to darken and warm liquids smeared on the cushions.Her tears flowed down her cheeks and grew tense. β€˜ Claire hurried to find the bathroom. I was about to piss myself. ’ β€˜ Ah, I know, but there are a lot of cars on this road that don't have the opportunity to go to the sidewalk. ’Claire tells Violet that her thighs are squeezing tightly. And Claire can now drive to the pavement road, although it takes quite a long time. β€˜ Violet, can you still hold it up? ’ Odette asks while the hand is between her legs. Violet tears down his cheek once more and responds to Odette in a lingering tone. β€˜ I can't wait even a second. ’ Then Violet relaxed herself and a warm golden liquid came out. PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! The warm liquids poured down on her underwear and Claire's car seat. wet pants became even more wet ( That sound would be happy. ) Emma thought and restless and try not to hear the sound of pee. ( Oh, Violet. I also want to piss. ) Odette is using both hands to fill the vagina and squeeze the thighs more since hearing Violet's pee voice. ( Ah, I have to find the gas station as soon as possible. Otherwise i would ) Claire couldn't put her hand between her legs because she had to hold the steering wheel so she shook her legs more than ever. After a while, Violet was absolutely finished. She cried and told Claire. β€˜ Sorry, Claire. My pee has smeared your car seat. I will clean ’ β€˜ It's all right, Violet. You have already tried your best. ’ And Claire drives a gas station near the sea. ( Oh, thank God, the bathroom is right in front of me. ) Emma contracted and prayed for Claire to park the car quickly. β€˜ Claire, hurry. I want to piss. ’ Odette kneels and squeezes her vagina. Claire finished parking. All three quickly opened the car door without time to close the car door and rushed to the bathroom. But it seems like heaven bullying, the bathrooms that they want have a long queue β€˜ Ah, what should we do? Claire ’ Emma asked by crossing her leg and her hand tucked between the legs. β€˜ Ah, can you hold it until we get to the sea? We'll use the restroom there. ’ Claire proposed that she was bouncing back and forth a little. β€˜ Oh! I think i can hold it ’ Odette squeezed her leg slightly and squeezed her vagina. All three girls rushed to get in the car. Start the car and drive to the sea. Driving is fraught with difficulty because Claire has to drive and carry urine. β€˜ Ha ha ha ’ Claire is breathing more frequently and shaking his legs more than ever. β€˜ Ah, I can. I can. Ah! ’ Odette leaked the shorts. Her legs began to have dark spots. β€˜ Find a car park. Hurry. ’ Emma raised her head to Claire's side. β€˜ Ha ha I then tried to find a parking space.Ha ha ’ Claire is now leaking out. Dark spots appear on her jeans. Probably more than Odette's shorts Eventually, they found a car park near the sea, but Claire didn't have time to turn off the car. She then pulled off the seat belt and quickly got out of the car and went to the beach bathroom. Emma also followed Claire, but Odette didn't move at all. β€˜ Odette? ’ Violet looked at Odette with suspicion. And Odette began to whine. β€˜ Violet, I think I ... Haaaaaaaaa’ Not yet before Odette could finish speaking, the dark spot on her shorts had widened. PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! The golden liquid flows out of the Odette's vagina until the liquid is wet on the bottom of the Odette. ( Wow, Odette is so cute now. ) Violet breathes and has a face full of lust. And Odette is absolutely pissed off, taking off the shorts, revealing the white underwear and watching the damage that occurred. Let's go to Claire and Emma. Claire is now at the beachfront bathroom area, but Emma can't wait to leave the line and go to the bathroom at a convenience store. β€˜ Welcome How can I help you? ’ The waitress told Emma. β€˜ Where is the restroom here? I'm going to piss myself ’ Emma asked the young staff member that she crossed her legs. β€˜ On the opposite side of the refrigerator ’ The waitress pointed the finger to the bathroom β€˜ Oh! Thank you very much ’ After finished speaking, Emma rushed to the bathroom, but before she could step on his legs, Emma began to leak. ( No stop ) Emma tried to contract the sphincter but was unable to resist the urinary period. She then rushed to the bathroom. As it came out already. She was in front of the bathroom and Emma brought her hand to crank the door but it didn't open. ( No, it'll all come out. At least asking to go down to the bathroom is still good. ) Emma knocked on the door frequently, allowing the people inside to come out. Someone came out, Emma rushed to the toilet, had no time to take off her jeans or shut the door and sat down on the toilet.But it's too late. Emma's pee has gone out in front of the restroom.She covered her face and cried.The waitress went to comfort Emma and went to clean the floor. Claire's side, she was waiting in line until now, the remaining two will reach your queue. Claire tried to hold urine in every way, but while waiting for the dark spot where her jeans began to expand. ( Just a little more, so I can use the bathroom. Don't just come out now. ) Claire took her hand to fill her vagina and twisted her back and leaked a little more. And finally, it's her turn to use the bathroom.Claire brought the handle to the bathroom door and there was a girl behind her, clinging to Claire's jeans. β€˜ May I go to the bathroom first? ’ Claire's head was hitting each other. Now, one heart told her, 'You have to use the bathroom first or you will piss yourself.' But her other heart said, 'Let this kid use the bathroom first and try to endure a bit more.' and Claire made the decision and told that child β€˜ Okay, you use the bathroom first. ’ β€˜ Thank you Sis ’ And that girl entered the bathroom After a while, that girl didn't come out. ( Come on, I won't be able to do it. ) And after a while, that girl didn't come out ( Ah, I can't do that. I'll piss myself. ) Claire is leaking more, the dark spots on the jeans are already expanding on her jeans legs. And Claire noticed the back of the bathroom ( Behind the bathroom, I have to pee there ) Claire rushed to the back of the bathroom to pee but found the girl. β€˜ Eh?, you ’ Claire is surprised to see that girl. β€˜ hehe,Sis ’ That girl quietly titter, captured by Claire.Claire rushed towards the girl, clinging to that girl's shoulder, and Claire lowered her legs and told β€˜ This is the result of what you did to me.Ah! ’ The dark spots of her jeans widened PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH! And golden liquid coming out of her vagina .Claire's pee came out very long, the sand from the beach could not support Claire's pee's amount, causing it to flood for some time. And the girl's mother came in β€˜ Are you teasing someone about to use the bathroom? ’ β€˜ M…..Mom ’ Then her mother carried her and immediately apologized to Claire. β€˜ I'm sorry that my daughter made you piss. ’ And the girl's mother then walked from Claire Claire walked back to the car and saw Violet. Odette and Emma who are taking off their pants or skirts β€˜ Claire, are you pissing on yourself too? ’ β€˜ Y….Yes ’ Claire blushed and nodded a bit. β€˜ Let it be that matter. Let's change clothes and play in the sea. ’ Odette spoke with her shirt off. And after that, the Claire changed the dress into a swimsuit and ran to the sea to wash from the pee themselves. Claire could not swim in the water for a short time and saw that the girl was hit by her mother in the butt, but Claire noticed that the girl's mother's legs were wet, but her butt was not wet.Because her daughter pissed on herself while her mother smacked in the bottom, this would be the result of that child dealing with Claire. END
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  47. I invite you to accompany me on a day when I am to make a policy speech at a meeting and you agreed. It is an important gathering of people I wish to influence for a cause upon which I was working. I put a lot of time and effort into the preparation, and while I had done hundreds of such presentations, this one was making me anxious. So, I was quite glad that I would have a friend in the audience. We arranged to meet for breakfast, in advance. I gave you the address and then made my way there upon waking the next morning. I was the first to arrive and was seated. You entered the room shortly thereafter. I looked up and became aroused. You were were wearing the dress I liked, which reveled a healthy amount of cleavage and came to slightly above the knee. You wore knee lengthy boots, and underneath those boots, I could immediately detect that you wore knee socks. I was then immediately sure, although I could not yet confirm that you wore the underwear that I liked, as I concluded that you had decided to dress to make my horny. You took your seat as if all was normal. It was far from normal for me, but we were in public and decorum needed to be met. I arose to great you to my table. , although my body was not the only thing that was standing at attention. You extended your hand and there was a flirtatious smile on your face. I took your hand and grasped it and guided you to your seat. I otherwise was reserved and was careful not to publicly display any undue affection. You consumed a copious amount of liquid during our breakfast. Included was a full glass of water, a full glass of juice and three cups of coffee. It began to dawn on me what you were doing. On the surface we conversed about many things, none of them sexual, and we certainly did not make any reference at all to the things you were in the process of doing to drive me crazy. Appearances did need to be maintained and we had no idea as to who might be listening to us. All I know was that my mind and heart had begun to race. We concluded breakfast. I paid the bill and we got up to leave. I expected, given your consumption, that you would have excused yourself. However, you did no such thing. We exited the building and I hailed a cab. I opened the rear door to allow you to get in. It is at the moment that you got into the back seat that my suspicion was confirmed. You gave me able opportunity to see up your skirt and I seized that visual moment. You, of course, were wearing cotton panties. They were of a pastel color, rose to be precise. I also distinctly saw a very small wet patch. OMG. I got into the cab next to you. You then leaned over and whispered in my ear, that you really needed to pee, and that, in fact, some may have come out in your panties. i was wild with lust, but was now a bit annoyed as well. "you know that that may speech is very important! What are you trying to do to me?!" You just gave me a very devilish grin. I wanted to admonish you and fuck you at the same time. Any thought of being frisky with you in the cab was mentally dismissed as it was broad daylight. Also, I certainly needed to get my head in the game. Although the cab ride was short, you did put on a show. you crossed your legs and began to pump your leg, knowing full well that as to how I would interpret what you were doing. You reached down and adjusted your knee socks, pulling both of them a bit higher. You were killing me. We got out of the cab and immediately I got drawn into meeting people. I introduced you to t a few people, but we soon had to separate. I tried to be in the moment, as I had to engage with several people before my speech. However, I was also highly aroused and flustered as a result. Within 30 minutes, I mounted the podium and move to the center to address the audience. When I looked out to the audience, you were sitting there right in front. You saw me see you and you immediately mouthed the words, "I still need to pee." OMG, you are so damned naughty. Your legs were crossed and again, you reached down and pulled up your knee socks. i somehow made it through the speech. I forced myself not to look at you. Following the speech, there were more to follow and I had to sit there on the platform. My eyes wondered back to you, as I sat there. You put on a very delicious show. You crossed and recrossed your legs and did some discreet squirming. You maintained a very discreet manner and only you and I knew was was happening. I nearly came in my pants. I had to think of something else, as I could not cum in my pants and, I had to soon stand up. Through utter concentration, I got myself in order and was able to not embarrass myself when I did have to stand. We arrived at a break. I had to mingle. Eventually, I was able to leave the room. You were immediately in tow. I was both very cross with you and highly aroused. I pull you in a room, close and lock the door. It was an empty conference room with chairs arranged around a conference table. I sternly admonish you for your behavior. I then sit and pull you across my knee. I lift up your skirt and began to swat your bottom. I give you five good swats, thoroughly enjoying the feel of my hand landing on your cotton panties. However, you know that by the feel of the hard on now sticking in your abdomen. Not satisfied that you are really feel the wrath of my ire, I then pull down your panties. I see that the wet spot has grown a little larger, but not by much. You certainly did manage to contain all that pee, all morning long. I then began to swat your now exposed rear end, quite hard and it became redder with each swat. You begged me to stop, complaining that you had to pee and that my spanking might cause it to come out. After about twenty wacks, you managed to keep everything under control. It was I who was out of control. We were both snapped back into reality as we heard the door being jingled, as someone attempted to enter the room. It was looked of course, but we immediately had to compose ourselves. Who knew if that person had a key. You stood up, yanked off your panties and placed them in my hand. you then composed yourself and left the room. I stuffed the panties and attempted to compose myself, as I had to go back into the room, mount the stage and participate in a round table discussion. How was I ever going to do that? I left you with a very full bladder, sans your panties, as I headed back into the conference to participate in a panel discussion. The panties, which had been moistened with what could be some pee, or maybe some sexual lubrication, or both, where now in my pants pocket. I was wildly horny and I had to duck into a corner to adjust myself. I had to straighten out my erection so that it stood straight up and not straight out. I needed to immediately look presentable. I took the stage and took my seat. You took yours too, right in the front row. It was obvious, in how quickly you followed me, that you did not detour, in any way, to mitigate your predicament. The panel included three others and a moderator. Although there were significant gaps of time where I did not speak, it was imperative that I pay attention. Your presence, in your predicament, was not at all helpful. I was getting to be quite cross with you. I was, out of my mind, horny, and I could not show it. You continued to act, like you did, before the break. You continued to squirm in your seat and cross and recross your legs. You continued to tease me mercilessly. Worst of all, you paid very close attention to all on stage and knew when to strike, knowing full well that I was always keeping you in sight. When you sensed the others where looking elsewhere, you would slowly uncross your legs and give me a very clear shot up your skirt. Omg, I nearly came in my pants. There was more than once where I had to have a question repeated. I suspect some even thought there was something wrong with me. I knew I was sweating and must have looked flush. I was struggling, to say the least. The session, mercifully, came to an end and the program moved on to another speaker. I immediately went into the audience and, somewhat roughly and abruptly, grabbed you by the arm and all but dragged you out of the auditorium. Although I was trying to act in a manner that did not draw undue attention, I an afraid I was indeed overacting and drawing attention. I dragged you into the hallway and down the corridor to the elevators. I did not speak a word to you. I was a bit of a mess, both full of lust and more than a bit cross. I was going to teach you a lesson and you knew what was coming. You began to whimper. When the elevator door closed, i pushed you up against the wall and rapidly slipped my hand up under your skirt. My finger, first one finger, and then the other, entered you. I sternly said, "you humiliated me, and now you are going to learn your lesson." Before I could do much in the way of digital stimulation, the elevator reached its destination, and I withdrew my hand as rapidly as I inserted it. I dragged you out of the elevator, a bit more roughly as there was no longer an audience. Down the hallway I marched you until we were outside the room. I insisted the key card and opened the door. I then swept you off your feet and on to the bed. I immediately dove in between your legs. You tried to kick me off and voiced protests about having to pee very badly and not wanting to wet the bed. I cut you off in your protests and stated that if you played games then games would be played on you with all the attendant consequences. I then reinserted both my fingers in your pussy and immediately began torturing your g-spot by making "cum hither" movements with my curled fingers. I also began torturing your pee filled pussy with my tongue. I licked your lips and teased your clit with passing strokes, slowly, giving it more and more the attention it craved. With my other hand, I pressed down on your lower abdomen, also causing increased urgency. I then incorporated sucking, gentle biting and kissing of your clit, as I continually changed up the sensation. You did not know what you would feel next, other than the unimaginable urge to pee. You had not idea whether you would pee or cum, or do both. The pressure was unbelievable. I played you like a musical instrument. I backed off as soon as you approached the edge. I did this repeatedly. The peaks and valleys were getting shorter and shorter. It was very intense. Just when I sensed that orgasm denial was not going to be sustained anymore, I moved away from you. I then dragged you on my knee and yanked up your skirt. I then said that I hope you were learning your lesson about playing with fire. I then began to administer your punishment. I began to spank your bare bottom until it was very red. Your kept pleading me to stop as it was going to cause you to pee. After twenty good swats, I felt that you had enough punishment. I also was quite impressed with your ability to hold. I sat you up on the bed. I stood over you. I spoke gently. I explained why I was so upset. You could barely pay attention to my words, you had to either cum or pee so bad. I gently touched your face and brushed your hair. You looked so beautiful. I played with your hair. I loved my hand to your shirt, which was still on. I unbuttoned it slowly. I hugged you and kissed you on your lips. I moved my kisses lower on your body. I unclasped your lacy bra and I fondled your breasts. My kissing moved to your breasts. I licked and kissed your nipples. You were panting due the many signals your body was sending. The stimulation of your nipples was not helping. I pushed you back on the bed and then moved between your legs again. I finished you off with my mouth and my fingers. Your orgasm was very intense, followed immediately by my trusting my hard cock into you and thrusting hard and fast with all the pent up energy the last few hours of excitement had caused. My orgasm was as intense as yours. As we embraced on a now very wet bed, we both felt spent, but very good.
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  48. 4 Votes for option 1, and 3 for 2. Julia will do an in between of the two Before we start, I'd like to say three things - Firstly, I'm going away to be for family soon so I might not be able to update, and I certainly won't be able to add illustrations for about a week or two. Secondly, a quick poll: What do you guys prefer? Deliberate wettings, accidental wettings, or just peeing (as in not wetting), or is there anything else you prefer? I'm not particularly good at drawing nudity, but I'll put in the effort if it's what you lot want. Thirdly, another quick poll: Should this story contain any messing in the future? Nothing explicit, by which I mean I won't draw any actual mess, but just like bulges under clothes? Actually I might want to check if that's even allowed with the mods first, but if it is, would you want any? Anyway, on with the story. 'I-I-I have to keep going' Julia says to herself, almost panting. 'M-maybe I'll spot somewhere to g-go...'. She slowly moves forward, each step becoming a struggle under the pang of her ever-filling bladder. She'll find somewhere to go soon.... Julia's slow shuffle slowly declines until she can barely move one foot every few seconds, and she daren't move her hand from her crotch. Right now her hand is holding back a days worth of stored water, though Julia doubts she can keep it in much longer. Lurching forward again, Julia can only beg herself to let go, and achieve the sweet, sweet relief of peeing....Not yet though, she tells herself. 'I-I'm sure there's s-something...just ahead'. 'N-n-not long n-now...' Julia insists to herself. 'M-maybe I could go behind s-some rocks....'. Every inch of Julia is turning against her now, as if her body is rebelling against her brain. Every muscle in her bladder is screaming to pee, but with no where to go, Julia refuses, and she carries on walking. One slow step at a time. 'I-I-I-I c-can't!' Julia stammers, too desperate almost to speak. 'N-n-not any l-longer!'. Julia drops her gun and jams both hands into her crotch, face clenched and thighs pressed together. Julia forces one eye open, in a desperate last attempt to find somewhere to pee. 'T-There!' Julia almost shouts to herself - 'Those r-rocks, there's a hole in them!' A cluster of rocks, barely 10 yards in front of her, at about waist height. 'I-I-It's almost like a real t-toilet!'. The rocks are formed as so she could sit over the hole in them and go into them, and they appear to be water tight. 'I-I-I m-made it!' She says aloud. All she has to do now is actually reach the rocks, undo her belt, and drop her shorts. Then, it will be sweet, sweet relief. Julia goes to drag her right leg forward...But it refuses. 'w-wha-?' Julia asks, stunned at her body's disobedience. She tries again, this time sliding a barefoot an inch or so forward in the coarse dust. 'C-c-c-come on!' she bursts; 'A-a place t-t-to pee, I-I-I can m-make it...' she insists. Her body however, disagrees. 'You're no longer in control' her legs seem to tell her. 'Do you feel in charge?' they ask, and try as she might, Julia can't move them. And then the waves begin. Julia is forced over double as a wave of clenched muscles runs through her - , her toes dig into the dust, her knees and elbows bend, her fingers grab at her body, and her lungs force the air out of them. 'Haahh...' Julia wheezes, as her body takes over. The first wave ends, and Julia can straighten out again, but only for a second - the second wave hits almost immediately. This time her left foot, the one she moved forward, slides back. Her knees bash together, squeezing her hands into her crotch. Sweat forms on Julia's forehead, which reaches waist-height as her muscles force her to bend over again. 'Haaaahhhh.....'. A longer wheeze than the first, and Julia's body is in control over her The second wave ends, and Julia stands up again. She has barely a second to recover, then she feels something new Her bladder. Her bladder feels as if it is heating up, though with no input from Julia. It seems to pulse, each pulse lasting barely half a second but each one warmer than the last. And then the third wave comes. Julia almost swings over double, her feet almost slide as her knees bend, but her toes dig into the dust. Her teeth and eyes clamp shut and then... FSSSHHHT! Her bladder contracts, and a hot jet of pee hissess into Julia's shorts and onto her thighs, followed by a gentle patter as it hits the ground. 'GAHH!' She yelps, the shock of the hot dampness almost enough to force Julia's body back under her control. The spurt lasts only a second or two, but a notable streak down her right short leg quickly becomes visible. 'Haaahhh, hahh, hahhh,' Julia pants, as she slowly regains control of her upper body. She open her eyes, and quickly assesses herself. 'Nonononnonono, not now, not now come one' Julia jets out of her mouth, suddenly speaking her thoughts aloud. 'I-I-I'm so close, no more, I can make it...' And for a moment, her legs seem to believe her, and Julia lurches another step closer to the toilet-rock. 'No no, what now?' She asks herself, as once again her legs betray her and lock still For a second time, Julia's body takes over again, and another wave of clenching hits her. Like the first time, Julia bends slightly to the pressure, hands clenched and slightly damp in her crotch This time her bladder takes action after the first wave, and the pulsing heat lasts for a lot less time before HSHSHHHTTT! 'Awha haahh....' At this point, not even Julia's mouth is listening to her and she can only mumble as a second hot jet of piss splashes directly onto the fabric of her shorts. Though this time the spurt doesn't quite end - rather it slows to a dribble, the gentle dripping filling the silence as Julia slowly realises she needs to admit defeat 'b-b-but I was so c-close...' She mutters. She could probably spit into the toilet rock right now if her body wasn't in full rebellion mode This time there are no waves, and there is no clenching. Julia's bladder is acting alone this time FSShhhshtt....ffsFSHshshhhttt... Two longer spurts, one after the other Julia doesn't have time to assess her choices, instead her body does it for her. 'Eat shit' seems to be the answer, as after four hot spurts of pee her body won't respond to any order she gives it. Except one. Relax. Julia admits defeat, and gives up on holding back. Her body finally does what she wants, and her bladder quickly proceeds to pour itself against her shorts 'Haaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh............' For Julia, the world seems to melt away. There is only her and her aching bladder. Julia's eyes roll back, as she lets herself be overcome by relief....The hot shiver that runs up her back....The rewarding sound of her stream of piss jetting into her shorts, streaming down her legs and pattering into the dust. The warmth as the puddle embraces the soles of her bare feet. The beautiful submission of her shorts as hot piss soaks its way into every fibre it can reach... What she wouldn't give for that moment to last forever... The stream shows no sign of slowing after half a minutes, and by now Julia is already soaked. Her shorts are water-logged, her thighs, shins, calves and feet glisten in the evening sun. Her feet are slowly enveloped by the warm mud she helped create. Julia can feel the hot wet patch spread up as far as the top of her backside, and as wide as the sides of her legs, almost travelling the whole width of each short leg. Wherever her shorts are soaked the drip, and she revels in the rewarding feeling of each drip falls onto her bare legs and feet, as if thanking her to be set free. Warm steam envelops her, and with it the strangely pleasant smell of her own pee. 'So, so good...' she admits, smiling and shivering with glee. Julia slides her already damp left hand into her shorts and over her quietly hissing stream, letting the hot liquid run into through her fingers. Pressing her hand onto the stream the pee bursts from her hand and onto her inner thighs. Julia closes her eyes as she lets a finger slide into her pussy, then back out again, the stream of piss still going strong. Julia drops her bag and slumps herself against the very rocks she was so desperate to reach barely a minute ago and undoes her belt, still peeing all the while. As the hot piss puddles around Julia's bottom, she leans back, closes her eyes and begins to rub herself, splashing pee as she does. Feeling so good as she does right now, she finishes almost as soon as her stream does, and her body spasms and pulses again, this time in the hot clutch of an orgasm 'Haaaahhhhhh.........' Julia moans, as she begins to sober up. A quick look around, and the world floods back to Julia, a much less welcome flood than her last one. Julia takes stock of her surroundings: Julia is sat against some rocks in her own puddle, shorts flung open and soaked with gently steaming piss. Her legs and lower back are soaked, and dust clings to her wherever she touched the ground. Having sat in her puddle, the base of back of her shirt is also damp. The warm odour of fresh piss replaces the dusty smell the valley has had until now. Julia's bag lies inches away from her first puddle, the strap however lies entirely in the puddle, soaking it in. Her pistol lies about a foot away from them both. 'Hahhhh...' Julia sighs once more - doubting she'll feel this good again for a long while. She does her shorts up, slings her bag and rifle over her shoulder, and picks up her pistol again. She breathes in deeply, taking in the smell and vapour of her own piss, and the bitter realisation that she has left a huge clue behind as to her whereabouts. 'Oh.' Julia can't bring herself to really feel any regret about this - right now she could die happy having experienced such a great moment, such a powerful orgasm. Nonetheless, she decides it's time to leave. Taking a swig from her canteen, Julia carries on down the valley, leaving wet footprints in her wake. A couple hours down the line and Julia can hear voices. 'No no no,' She hears the first one say, in a deep, cockney voice. 'What you do, is you wet yourself when it's really cold, so it warms you up'. 'No you muppet' Says a second voice, a higher tone and new-york accent, but definitely a man. 'You're meant to wet yourself if you get too HOT. That way when it cools down it keeps you cool'. Julia agrees with the second man, as her shorts, clinging to her dusty thighs, have become rather chilly. She keeps going forward util the valley opens up into a clearing. In the clearing she finds the source of the voices - three men sat around a campfire. One man, the cockney, is about twice the size of most men, and he's carrying two shotguns and a huge bag. The new-yorker is a much smaller man, who carries a sawn-down shotgun and a ratty face. The third man there is silent. He is tall but not lanky, and he is wearing an old gas mask with a hose. The three men notice Julia as she walks past 'Looklooklook Dave' Says the new-yorker to the larger man. 'Here comes someone now' Turning his attention to Julia he shouts: 'Hey, HEY! Over here!'. Looking around and seeing no other option Julia heads over to them and sits down with them 'Look, sorry to bovva you missus' says the huge cockney. 'We wuz jus' wonderin' why you wet yourself' He asks. 'I fink you did it 'cos you was too 'ot.' 'No no' says the new yorker - 'you're to cold, ainthca? That's why you went' Julia is slightly stunned by their questions, but she answers honestly 'uhh, I just couldn't hold it' she tells them, blushing. 'You wot?' says the cockney, confused. 'I guess we'll never find out now' The new yorker says to Dave. 'Still, it's getting late. You wanna camp with us fu' the night? He asks, changing the subject. 'We can give ya' spare clothes as well if ya' want.' 'And a drink or two' adds the cockney, as he takes a swig on a bottle of whiskey. Julia looks around - there don't seem to be much in the way of choices It is getting very late, and there don't seem to be any other places to stay that would be safe, but then again, Julia hardly knows these three men. What does she do? 1: Stay with the men - They offer her her own tent, pyjamas and a place to dry her clothes. She'll go straight to bed. 2: Have a drink with the men - Julia will stay up a while and drink and be merry. She'll go to bed a little later, likely slightly drunk 3: Stay on guard - Take their offer, but don't sleep until the men are asleep first. Julia won't sleep well though, being on guard all night. 4: leave the men behind - Not worth any risk, Julia heads of into the night, with no where to sleep and in cold, clammy shorts. The three men aren't at all violent, though Julia knows they could easily over-power her. Though given that they didn't do so immediately, it's fair to assume these men are safe. It's safer to camp over night with a group than alone as well, and the men seem capable in a fight. The raiders likely won't move at night, so it's worth getting some rest while she can. Julia really could use a change of clothes as well Wow, this was longer than I anticipated. Maybe should have made it two sections. Never mind now though. Like I said earlier, I'll be visiting family soon, so don't expect too many updates or any drawings for a couple weeks or so, but I'll do what I can. Anyway, Julia's wet herself now, she might not need to go for a while, so there's not really a need for illustrations, right? ;^)
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