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  1. I had a little break from posting for a couple weeks due to not having much free time, so tonight I felt like having a little fun and holding. I started drinking tea maybe around 7pm, I had 3 large teas and me and the bf were chilling in bed. I was wearing my light grey yoga/cycling shorts and felt really naughty and was teasing my bf a lot and he was trying to help me hold it. So I made him put his head between my legs and he tried to help me hold it as long as possible by pressing his hand into my crotch. I couldnt hold it for long as think my bladder gets used to knowing I'm going to pee soon as soon as I put a towel on the bed ๐Ÿคญ so I was desperately squirming. Eventually I let out a little spurt into his hand while he still had his head between my legs, then after a few more minutes I just let go in them in bed and totally wet myself in his face. He took his hand away and I just wrapped my legs around his head and full let go. Omg it was sooo hot totally peeing myself with pure pleasure while pulling his face towards my very warm soaked crotch with my thighs! He kept his head between my legs while I wet myself right there in his face, then when I was finished, we took a couple photos, took them off and just hung them over my cupboard drawer to dry. I was so horny, we had some fun straight away, I might put them on again later when I need to wee again...๐Ÿ˜‰ Heres a few pics of the aftermath, then I still needed to pee a bit more so I got on all fours, and just let the rest of my pee go in them and made my bf take photos! I guess it's time to drink some more tea now... ๐Ÿ˜‰ Who else is having a naughty wet weekend? ๐Ÿ’–
    12 points
  2. This was from a while ago in the middle of when we were redecorating the bedroom. I was cleaning and tidying with my boyfriend, and as we were cleaning up anyways, I just casually wet myself whenever I felt the urge to pee! I think I must have peed myself 3 or 4 times that evening. Well, when your cleaning up anyway, why bother having bathroom breaks when you can just wet your pants all evening instead? ๐Ÿ˜‰ Hope you all enjoy these pics. ๐Ÿ’šโค๐Ÿ’™
    8 points
  3. As you've probably noticed, I have a lot of time on my hands ๐Ÿ˜… my pee desperation has been happening pretty quick, and the line between having control and giving up to avoid embarrassment is a fine one! I started drinking water at 1:30 today. It takes a while for me to feel anything, so I kept drinking and reading. 4 o'clock rolls around and I finish a third glass of water. My roommate asked me to take him to work, so I put on some jeans and we leave together. As soon as I get in the car, I can feel the familiar bladder pain starting up. Not really a big deal because it's a short drive. By the time I get home, however, I'm tapping my dance and dancing in my seat. I really did not want to piss these pants. I hurried down the stairs to my apartment, and run inside to change. Lately I've been fantasizing about peeing in a skirt so I frantically start looking for a cute pair of underwear. I chose orange panties and a short black skirt. At this point, I'm practically running because I'm so close to pissing all over the carpet. I race to find my phone, and decide my best option is to go to the secluded grassy area behind my building. I exit the front door, pee dancing the entire time, and turn on my camera because I knew I was about to piss myself... As soon as I get up the first set of stairs, I knew it would be way too risky to cross the parking lot in such a desperate state. I was completely hidden from sight in the stairwell, standing on the landing between my door and the neighbors, so my bladder gave in and I began peeing down my legs. I looked around in embarrassment around to make sure no one was coming, all while trying to regain control. My pussy ached with pleasure and I began to shamefully flood my panties, making a puddle at my feet. Once the desperation passed, I came inside and changed. I still have to go, so I'm very glad I'm home alone ๐Ÿ˜Œ 20210219_163711.mp4
    6 points
  4. Aww thank you! I do have a lot of fun with it. Well, why not? ๐Ÿ˜‰ Nothing wrong with enjoying a little omo fun! ๐Ÿ’– Heres another video of me soaking them for like the 4th time that evening... ๐Ÿ˜‰ Forgive the messy room, as it was in the middle of redecorating ๐Ÿ˜‚ 1080P_4000K_292689761.mp4
    6 points
  5. 5,082 downloads

    In this JAV a schoolgirl is given a drink that someone spiked with a Diuretic. On her way home the drug takes full effect and she has to try and endure the ride without wetting herself. This isn't the full JAV I am missing about 20 minutes If I come across the rest I will upload it later on. Enjoy
    Free
    5 points
  6. View File โญ Peeing My Knickers On All Fours Then Naked Wet Pussy Play In Bed *nudity* *nudity warning* In this video, I had been outdoors wetting myself literally all day long whenever I felt the urge to pee. I peed maybe 4 times in them earlier throughout thr day so they were already saturated! ๐Ÿ˜‹ I kneel on the bed, start peeing, then get on all fours and give you a close up view of the pee streaming out my knickers in the bed! Then I turn around and show my wet crotch, then wee in them some more, letting it all trickle down my legs and wet the bed! Then I take them off and lay back on the bed and start playing with my wet pussy. I let another dribble out which runs down my already very wet pussy and then start turning myself on even more with my fingers ๐Ÿ˜‰ I hope you all enjoy this video. It is from last year so sorry if anyone has seen it before. I just wanted to post because I just love wetting these tight grey pineapple knickers! ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ’– Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 02/22/2021 Category AliceWetting  
    5 points
  7. 1,418 downloads

    Nicole needs to go to the bathroom so bad but she cant get in. She tries to hold it as much as she can but not for long..
    Free
    4 points
  8. Heres a little clip of me rewetting them after they had dried. I still wore them until they were dry ๐Ÿคญ 1080P_4000K_292687501.mp4
    4 points
  9. DLEE-081

    2,401 downloads

    This is a 6 part series of Jav's I came across recently of OL's getting desperate on the streets and trying to find somewhere secluded to go before it's too late and the subsequent accidents that take place. The actual wettings are well fimed in close up.
    Free
    4 points
  10. Female. Pants, pajama pants, nightgown, dresses, skirts, minidress, miniskirt, underwear, one-piece swimsuit, diaper. Probably a ton of things I've forgotten and/or weren't listed.
    4 points
  11. 921 downloads

    In this JAV a desperate schoolgirl wets herself infront of someone. The first 4 files are just the desperation and wetting parts and the Uncut version includes all 4 scenes plus the sex that follows after each girl wets herself. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy
    Free
    3 points
  12. Version 1.0.0

    1,495 downloads

    Support the developers here. Unity game, translates on the go. Needs access to Google Translate.
    Free
    3 points
  13. hope you like it(โŽโฬดฬ›แด—โฬดฬ›โŽ)
    3 points
  14. 669 downloads

    I just couldn't hold it any longer! I had to pee sooo badly, so I decided to soak this sexy gray pair in my sweet golden nectar. Watch me fill them up, aiming while peeing and play LOL Worship my sweet ass as I get wet and messy, soaking and filling my panties while giving you a spectacular view from behind
    Free
    3 points
  15. 995 downloads

    After 4 cans of soda I just couldn't hold it anymore so I pee in my lace panties! I was very ashamed but in the same time I was horny and I think that I will do this again for sure!
    Free
    3 points
  16. Video is here https://cz.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6032129521a67 I love sitting in my warm yellow puddle ๐Ÿ™‚ I hope you like it ! ๐Ÿ˜˜
    3 points
  17. 224 downloads

    *nudity warning* In this video, I had been outdoors wetting myself literally all day long whenever I felt the urge to pee. I peed maybe 4 times in them earlier throughout thr day so they were already saturated! ๐Ÿ˜‹ I kneel on the bed, start peeing, then get on all fours and give you a close up view of the pee streaming out my knickers in the bed! Then I turn around and show my wet crotch, then wee in them some more, letting it all trickle down my legs and wet the bed! Then I take them off and lay back on the bed and start playing with my wet pussy. I let another dribble out which runs down my already very wet pussy and then start turning myself on even more with my fingers ๐Ÿ˜‰ I hope you all enjoy this video. It is from last year so sorry if anyone has seen it before. I just wanted to post because I just love wetting these tight grey pineapple knickers! ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ’–
    Free
    3 points
  18. In all of the genuine accidents that I've ever had in my life, they all came about because my bladder seemed to explode. In every time, I tried to hold on for as long as possible, and just before the inevitable, there are always a few leaks. Eventually, those micro-explosions lead to one last burst, and from there, holding is impossible. I might be able to manage to stop the flow for half a second after the explosion, but all of that loose liquid is going into my pants no matter what. I've never had the pleasure of getting to say it myself, or to hear someone else use the same words or phrase it the same sort of way. I think from now on I'm going to try to say it more often, since it is quite a fun way to describe it!
    3 points
  19. I really love how I can be thinking about my favorite omo friends when I'm doing just about anything pee related.
    3 points
  20. A few minutes ago while watching videos I came across a very beautiful girl, so I decided to make a quick drawing inspired by her clothing
    3 points
  21. 221 downloads

    A compilation of girls peeing. The first time they show her peeing in normal speed and then a replay in slow motion. Enjoy
    Free
    3 points
  22. GS-146

    276 downloads

    In this JAV a man witnesses a woman relieving herself. The first 3 files are just the peeing parts. In the uncut version she offers to have sex with him in order to keep his mouth shut after what he just saw. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy
    Free
    3 points
  23. 535 downloads

    Try to hold my pee but fail, such a big relief!
    Free
    3 points
  24. SO I actually did it once when I was taking my final english exam in highschool and had to retake it because I had to leave class early to clean up.. and then It happened again when I went to take the ASVAB test. Luckily the people there didn't make me retake it. The last time it happened to me was when I was taking my final exam in A school for my job and I had to leave in the middle to go clean myself up and then I went back and finished my test.
    3 points
  25. Version 2.3

    2,845 downloads

    Support the developers here. Updated to ver2.3. Play online ------------------------------------ I believe this can be treated as a VN? Their previous work:
    Free
    2 points
  26. 1,396 downloads

    Here's a little compilation of my best wetting clips of 2020 (perhaps I should have dubbed it the year of Lumi?) I was planning to publish this around New Year's Eve, but better late than never. Hopefully I'll now get back to my irregularly regular schedule of uploading a new video every week.
    Free
    2 points
  27. Here's a story I actually published! It never got too much traction, but considering how new I am at all this that's okay! I hope you guys like it, I'll be posting a new part every day until we get to the finale! I'd known the day would be difficult even before realizing I had forgotten my panties at home, though that was more embarrassing than an obstacle to my plans, but I never could have expected any additional trouble to come from a very sudden and inconvenient need for a toilet. As it was now, I was bordering on desperate but focused on finishing up one last little detail. I tried to keep my face from pinching with discomfort as I stretched my small upper body to reach the imperfectly centered vase, the edge of the wood pushing right into my bladder to compress it and make its fullness very hard to ignore, but I persevered and started fixing the minor flaw. Somehow not having underwear made the displeasure even worse. My plump, bare behind and uncovered pussy lips were squeezed tight by my knee length skirt, the fabric of which felt nothing like soothing cotton panties and instead rubbed against the tender area to create persistent friction every time I bent over. Fortunately the flowers spread beautifully in their now realigned glass vase with only a small tweak, allowing me to draw back and remove the pressure before it became too much. It took everything for me to keep from sighing in relief at my bladderโ€™s soothing return to a less strained position. "So much work, all to practice for a meeting we could have accomplished in an email..." My boss Vivienne sounded quite sarcastic despite the genuine validity to her statement. Watching her rearrange chairs that had long since been set up without error, I agreed with her sentiment in full. A week had passed since weโ€™d been tasked with giving an โ€œimportant presentationโ€ that we both had developed diligently, only to find out this very morning the whole thing was a pre-prepared congratulatory slideshow, and that the real meeting wasn't even happening until tomorrow. The email informing us of this had also not so politely explained that we were supposed to get the room set up today, and given us very specific guidelines by which to do so, all while we were still dressed up for the directors who wouldn't be arriving. Someone had obviously messed up the chain of communication big time and was just trying to cover themselves for as long as possible... As little fun as I was having now, at least I had the comfort of knowing Vivienne would tear them a new one once she inevitably found them. "I have to apologize again, Tina. You came in on a weekend, all fixed up, just to help me arrange furniture and read some stupid slides." She continued, making me pivot swiftly to face her when I saw her turn my way. It was impossible to be fully certain no one could tell I was going commando thanks to the tight skirt on my ample backside, and I had many reasons for not wanting Vivienne to so much as suspect my mistake, so I'd had to be quite careful to ensure my lack of panty lines remained undiscovered. I'd managed to stay diligent even though some part of me tingled from something other than a need to pee at the thought of her finding out... My reassuring response became inarticulate fluff in my head as soon as my eyes met hers, the gratitude in the deep blue so intense I had to hope the heat rising in my cheeks as a reflexive response didn't come with a matching blush. All I was left able to do was reply somewhat tactfully in my shy and quiet voice that always got even softer speaking to her. "It's really no problem. They blindsided you by having the whole practice meeting and setup thing anyway, along with the stupid slideshow they're making you present." Anxiety hastened my pulse when I feared a line had been crossed by dropping the "stupid" part, but a quick chuckle from her turned the panicked pounding into wispy flutters, and my head grew light again at the sight of her stress dissipating for just a moment of levity. It was a secret to everyone but myself that she reduced me to such a fool. The simple wonder of hearing her speak in my direction clouded out rational thought, but who could blame me for that? Vivienne was older but absolutely beautiful, and had aged so well most would never be able to guess her true age without lowballing it by at least a decade. There was only a touch of gray in her voluminous black hair, and her sculpted face was blessed by full lips and enchanting eyes with hardly a wrinkle to be seen on any of her flawless olive skin. Then there was her body; tall and curvaceous thanks to thick hips and a rack that most would have had to pay for, and a solid musculature that made her all the more commanding but no less graceful. My petite silhouette fit in just her shadow with room to spare. I'd felt ecstatic to work beside someone so captivating on this project, which had been all her and me when no one else volunteered, and being able to spend hours working in solitude together was excellent compensation for all our hard work even if others didn't appreciate it. Leaving the chairs where they were and leaning against the table, she wordlessly made it clear it was time for a break, sighing as she took some of the weight off her long legs to relax. I was very tempted to slip out for a trip to the bathroom but decided against it. We'd worked together long enough for me to pick up on when she wanted to start chatting, and I never intended to miss out on hearing her quips and stories. Not to mention leaving might require an explanation my bathroom shy self simply couldn't be brought to say to anyone... Leaning back against a nearby wall to take pressure off my bladder and listen, I assured myself there'd be ample opportunity to sneak out and use the restroom before too long, which would save me the humiliation of having to tell my crush I needed a bathroom break. "I almost can't wait to show you the slideshow in full. It's not just stupid, it's a total circlejerk for these assholes. We sealed a big merger and now they want a bulleted retelling of how much money they'll be making, and if that isn't obnoxious enough, they had the audacity to say it's "good policy" for us to get dressed up for a practice meeting no one else will be here for. How nice of them to tell us after we came in, huh?" She said, her words both true and wildly unprofessional for someone in her high-level position. Not that I was bothered. In fact, her refusal to play corporate games and her confidence to always speak her mind had played a large part in my falling for her. "They're smart enough to know we wouldn't have bothered with looking our best if we werenโ€™t required to. Which, I guess, makes them rude and manipulative, but maybe if they had to dress like this too they'd change their minds." I replied in reference to our equally spruced up looks, which looked quite lovely but had not proven ideal for the tasks we were actually doing. Even light cleaning was rough in business formal, after all. I'd also been quite frustrated to hear the effort for my ensemble would not only go to waste, but tomorrow I needed to redo it all for when the actual directors came in for the real deal. Everything about the situation. stunk because I had spent hours preparing myself for any kind of scrutiny, starting with lovingly curled lashes, blended amber eyeshadow, and a light but striking layer of red lipstick, which was far more than just my usual touch up. A soft fluffing of my blonde hair had also been in order, getting rid my flat locks and transforming them into poofy semi-curls that bounced during every step, a look I thought was professional and cute in perfect measure. All of my work, including the time perfecting and straightening my white silk blouse and form hugging skirt, would need to be entirely redone. Considering I'd been busy enough to forget my panties while getting it all ready this morning, hopefully a serious practice would at least help me to stay calm enough tomorrow to remember them. The cute little pink slip was probably sitting on my bed still, mocking me for my frenzy... How ironic was it, that I'd forgotten to put them on while panicking about forgetting something important? At least Vivienne got to see me looking my bestโ€ฆ "I'd love to see any of them accomplish half as much while dressed up like this." Vivienne said with amusement, stretching out a long leg to emphasize a beautiful red stiletto I would have never been able to walk in. A tingle starting deep down in my body blossomed forth to tickle very vulnerable parts of my anatomy at the sight. I'd been trying not to get distracted by her outfit, but these little gestures radiating sex appeal combined with the fact that she looked amazing made it very hard to avoid losing my focus on her. In my defense she always dressed like a woman who knew she was attractive and liked to weaponize it, and I was happy to be a victim. High heels so tall they made her tower over some men were always present, while the rest of her immaculate wardrobe was usually a toss up between a pantsuit or a skirt and blouse tailored to perfection. The high price tags on these pieces alone would have turned heads, but the way they were always fitted to her curvaceous body and beautifully color coordinated frequently stopped traffic. Today she was exceptionally outfitted in a tight black skirt and matching suit jacket that brought out the red of her vibrant blouse, which of course coordinated with her scarlet shoes for an eye catching ensemble no one could ignore, especially poor little closeted me. "But here we are!" I said cheerfully, hoping to take the conversation to less tempting places for my own sake. Any kind of arousal did not mix well with my full bladder, as having more attention on the occupied area made it so much harder to ignore how I really did need to get to a bathroom in the near future. Not to mention that staring at women so far out of my league was a terrible way to hide my feelings for those who probably didnโ€™t have them. Shifting against the wall in a bid for comfort I disguised as a look around the room, it occurred to me we had accomplished almost everything we'd been instructed to do, even getting the refreshments from the caterer packed into the miniature fridge for tomorrow. The only thing that would need to be put away was... The source of my rapid desperation dawned on me with a healthy dose of self admonishment. In the limited afternoon sun shining through the window, a half full drink dispenser sat by a small stack of Styrofoam cups, its condensation covered glass allowing a clear look at the bright and ice filled lemonade filling it to the halfway point. In a rush like a flash flood I recalled how Vivienne had brought it in to share, and with only the two of us there had been plenty to go around. What Iโ€™d thought to be one or two cups Iโ€™d had to be polite must have been far greater in number than I could accurately recall... It had just come together in a perfect storm of circumstances; the work had indeed made me thirsty, I didn't want to see any of the drink wasted, and the fact that Vivienne herself had made it kept sending me back for more of the delicious beverage. Now I was paying the price for being so ridiculous. "We really have done everything else, so I suppose we might as well start the slideshow." Vivienne said, her voice relaxed but still like a hammer to my now hurried thoughts. Fighting down a flinch, I smiled politely as she left the table to go to the projector at the front of the room, beside which was her laptop running the presentation in question. In the moments it took her to start typing, I put together that it would probably be a minute or two before the projector and computer decided to warm up and sync together, giving me the tiniest potential window to go and relieve myself. A whimper almost escaped me as I stood up straight once more, the adjustment to my position enough to send the contents of my bladder sloshing inside of me like an overstuffed water balloon, making it quite clear the lemonade I'd had to drink was still gathering into a growing reservoir. Soon I'd be more than just uncomfortable. Tiny beads of sweat broke out on my forehead as the weight of my dilemma pressed down on me in the literal and metaphorical sense, forcing me to squeeze my thighs together as I went through my options rapid fire. I could try to leave undetected and use the bathroom down the hall as quickly as possible, but what were the chances I could leave and come back unnoticed? Then there was the option to just wait it out and go after we were done, but how long would our presentation really take? My number one goal was to ensure Vivienne never even knew I had to pee; something about others knowing I was using a toilet or merely in need of one simply mortified me to my core, and that fear went double for her. But if I waited too long and it got too bad... No, I couldn't dare think about that! I had to take a chance now while there was a window of opportunity! Nervous as could be but grateful for the relief I knew would await me, I headed for the door as quietly as my heels allowed on the thin white carpet, hoping I could finish quickly despite how much lemonade I had to be rid of. The cellphone Vivienne had set on the table beside her pinged and vibrated against the wood loudly enough to startle me right as I reached the door. My hand on the knob, I pressed my legs together hard to prevent the scare from letting anything escape, wishing I had panties on now more than ever with my bare lips so exposed to the open air beneath my skirt. Frozen on the spot, I watched and waited for more information from my boss as she lifted her phone. In part I was eager to help if needed, but mostly I couldn't escape with her potentially about to share something important... Scanning the phone screen, Vivienne didn't lose her focused but disinterested expression as she returned it to the table after only a glance, leaving me in hopeful limbo before she spoke again. "That's the alarm I originally had set for a final break... Seeing as how the actual slideshow isn't long though, why don't we do our practice now so we'll be done for the day?" A spasm of anxiety tore through my whole body and made my bladder contract so hard I was forced to squeeze my legs shut again to avoid a leak. Somehow being denied the bathroom was physically painful in my current condition, likely because my body knew I had no idea how long Vivienne thought this was really going to take, nor how much time I had until things got... unbearable. But what could I do? Even asking for a quick bathroom break was just too much, to the point my heart almost lurched in terror at the thought alone, leaving me little to do for now but hold it. It was a struggle not to whimper in trepidation as I took my hand off the doorknob. "W-what should we do?" I asked with more concern showing than I would have liked, my desire to be helpful a calming force in the face of my unease and growing desperation. In the back of my mind I was assuring myself I absolutely had the strength to hold it for as long as necessary, and that it was beyond absurd for a grown woman to be so worried about needing the bathroom. I'd never had an accident, and I certainly wasn't going to have one now, even if I didnโ€™t know how long I could handle the discomfort growing in every part of my pussy. All I had the power to do was be ready to sneak out as soon as I saw an opening. "No point in making it a big fuss. You take your spot by the refreshments, or where the lemonade is for now, and come up when I hand off the rest to you, sort of like how we practiced for the presentation we thought we were giving." Vivienne said without a hint of concern, gesturing to the table where we'd lay out the snacks tomorrow. For now, all there was on the polished wooden tabletop was the drink dispenser and its mockingly bright yellow lemonade. Ice still floated at the top to keep it cool enough for condensation to not only fog the glass but to drip down the sides in tiny rivulets, advertising the cold and refreshing contents that I'd been so grateful Vivienne had brought for us to share. I buckled my knees together at the sight, and suddenly hated my love-struck self for having been so overly polite and drinking so many. All of the lemonade I'd sipped down without a care was still gathering at an agonizing speed in my bladder, swelling it to an unbearable size with a growing amount of pee I had no idea when I'd be free to release. I nearly whimpered in agony as Vivienne gave one final helpful bit of advice. "Lock the door to make sure we aren't interrupted. Oh, and try to always have a drink in your hand, even for this practice. It makes everything feel more at ease." She turned on the projector as she spoke, her affect calm and oblivious to my predicament as she focused only on getting her slideshow up. "Of course!" I said as cheerfully as I could, remembering I had to not only hold it but also hide the fact that I was doing so. How humiliating would it be for my boss, the woman I admired and was so deeply attracted to, to know I was absolutely desperate because I couldn't keep my thirst in check or ask for a bathroom like an adult? No amount of hard work could get me back in her good graces if she found out I had let it get this bad. I had to make sure that no one watching could ever predict I was desperately in need of a pee. Gulping down a quick breath and steeling myself, I put on the cheeriest smile I could, then locked the door and headed to the beverage dispenser with my head held high. Every step jostled my bladder to the point I had to fight a reflexive wince off my face. Either Vivienne was far too focused on her work to notice anything out of the ordinary, or I actually managed a convincing act, because she kept her efforts on getting the slideshow to read clear on the board at the front of the room. "Obviously we'll have to be professional tomorrow, but I don't really care too much about that right now, so I hope you'll forgive me for being a little casual." I was split between focusing on her and the painstaking task of sitting down without giving anything away. The chair beside the lemonade dispenser looked uncomfortably low to my currently desperate self, and I had to take another breath as my mind wandered to thoughts on how nice it would be to sit on a toilet instead. Trying not to picture anything of the sort, I sat as quickly as I dared, knowing but not admitting what the consequences might be if I moved too fast. Just one poorly planned adjustment and everything could be soaked in the blink of an eye. Thankfully my behind settled into the chair without a single drop of leakage to be felt, but I made quite a point of squishing my pussy against the hard surface to apply as much pressure as I could when I first sat down. Despite its liquid cargo, my bladder felt like a solid and unyielding ball of pain and discomfort in my lower belly, and one that I could do nothing to soothe as it pressed on my overburdened little hole. It wasn't until I looked back to the lemonade that I recalled my directions with a sinking feeling of unparalleled gravity. Holding in my pee was hard enough, but having to add more to the load, all while keeping up a happy veneer? There were probably torture techniques less cruel than this, but I didn't have the freedom to complain or even break my composure. Gulping back a whine, I kept my fake smile as steady as I could, reaching for a cup with all the mock enthusiasm as I was able to muster. Trembling hands bravely took a Styrofoam cup off the pile and held it beneath the little faucet to pour, but I couldn't keep myself from hesitating in my agony, my wide eyes trailing up the rivulets of condensation to the top of the dispenser. The lemonade level was much lower in the glass container than it had been when Vivienne had kindly brought it in that morning, giving me a visual clue as to how much I'd downed in such a short amount of time, and the damning sight alone was enough to make my bladder throb. I'd been so happy she'd brought us something to share, and so delighted to try a beverage she had made, and so refreshed by every delicious sip... Beneath the fabric of my skirt I jammed my thighs together for security. My other hand pressed down on the release while I pretended to listen to the beginning of the presentation, every moment ticking by like an eternity. Eager to be done with the torture but very compromised, my finger's push on the nozzle was feeble and slipped after only a brief tap to start the flow. Vivienne didnโ€™t notice the error but it was far from without consequences. A thin dribble of lemonade squirted out the tiny exit to patter audibly into the cup, and between the color and the way the droplets flowed over the Styrofoam it was quite easy for my desperation laden mind to make an obvious and painful comparison. The similarities conjured up unwanted but irresistible fantasies of my own release happening in a similar fashion, and the images that flashed before my eyes were so tempting I almost mewled out loud. It was so easy to imagine slipping a cup between my thighs and letting go under my skirt, all without panties in the way to slow me down or a care in the world for decency, and the pattering of pee hitting the cup would probably sound just like the lemonade- Heat that was far too wet for comfort appeared between my legs with enough speed to stop me in my tracks. Icy fear filled my body in response, the unmistakable dampness of a leak stopping just shy of dripping beyond my pussy and sparing my skirt from a wet patch. I had to take a few painstaking moments to grasp the gravity of what I'd almost done before it registered. Adrenaline was surging through me, but I had to remain completely still as I tried to grapple the fact that I'd almost peed myself, the few droplets I'd been irresponsible enough to let by still threatening to leak into my skirt without panties to soak them up. On reflex my legs jiggled under the strain of dealing with the near accident while still holding back a flood. "First slides are all introductions; I say my name and what I do here, even though they should all know me by now..." Vivienne knocked me out of my near crisis and back to the still ongoing situation in the present once I heard her playful dig. Coming quite close to cracking the cup in my panicked hands, I looked back up at the board to see the slideshow projected beside her, with our company photos laid over our job titles and other bits of information. In my agony I'd completely forgotten we were in the middle of practice. I was obviously failing to stay in control, and would need to do much better if I wanted to keep my secret under wraps. Gulping in nervous dread, I went back to the agonizing task at hand, moving as fast as I could to minimize the chances of losing my nerve. The fake smile on my face was little more than a tiny lift on the edges of my lips as I braced myself for the continuing torture. Holding the cup beneath the nozzle once again, I pressed the lever to start the flow of lemonade. Gentle pattering hit my ears with all the force of a waterfall. In my desperation the thin stream that flowed into the cup may as well have been a flood of biblical proportions, and the rising tide of bright yellow lemonade burned an unavoidable comparison into my mind, one that tempted me so much I had to intertwine my legs together like a pretzel just for some comfort. Beneath my skirt my pussy struggled the most. Every beat of my hammering heart came synchronized to a pounding pain against the tiny hole keeping it all inside, as if an ocean was battering my urethra every single second to try and struggle free. It was enough to bring agonized tears to my pretty blue eyes. Despite it all, I managed to stay dry until I had a full cup in front of me at last, but the exertion had left a considerable dent in my resolve. Sweat was once again perceptible in places both private and in full view. But in my refusal to submit I could only celebrate the small victory, even if I was still hardly out of the woods yet. "This slide is just the start of the process of the merger. It's all a bunch of self congratulatory garbage so I hope you'll forgive me if I'm less than enthusiastic; I can't be expected to fake sincerity two days in a row." Vivienne said as she kept on going, apparently heedless to my struggle by the grace of some merciful God. Despite everything I actually felt my smile become more genuine at the comment. Even with a need to pee like nothing I'd ever known, this woman always had the ability to make me feel better, especially when she was honest about how dumb corporate nonsense could be. I knew she'd play the part tomorrow and pretend to be as happy as the directors expected her to be, but I got the treat of seeing her genuine and far more hilarious presentation today. Perhaps focusing on that would be the key to holding it without as much struggle? Ignoring the cup in my hand, I kept my eyes on Vivienne, and found I was far more able to focus on her than anything else that could have distracted me. Such a thing was hardly unusual though. Staring at a beautiful woman didn't require much effort, even when you were still in the closet. If I was especially attentive I could see the small but lovely details in how her chest jiggled with the smallest movement to set it off, her every minute shift creating enough motion to bounce the outcropping breasts in their undoubtedly expensive bra, something her fitted blouse only accentuated with its soft, tight fabric. Then there was the curvaceous drop downwards to her hips... How incredible it was, to stop and admire how she thickened so much her ass would probably be able to block out a good portion of the projection if she stood sideways. It was a sight that helped me ignore my desperation, but also made the pain still remaining far more bearable. If anything the feelings she gave me mixed very well with a need to pee, and having no panties on and her not thinking anything was amiss was absolutely the icing on the cake of temptation. "Tina?" The cup in my hand was jostled when my name in her voice snapped me out of my delightful vacation from reality. Vivienne was looking at me expectantly, and it occurred to me that I hadnโ€™t heard a word sheโ€™d said for some time and had no other way to respond but lost confusion. "Huh?" "Did you hear me? I asked if you thought some of these numbers were less than accurate." She reiterated, looking concerned with my reaction instead of annoyed. Given how I usually paid attention at all times that made sense, but now I had no idea how to save myself from appearing careless, so I quickly replied and threw a plan together as I went. "Oh, yes!" I said in an enthusiastic lie, scanning the page to find it was a list of exaggerated samples and inflated profits someone must have thrown together. Biting my lip at the strain of holding pee and strategizing at the same time, I babbled out an excuse for my inattentiveness, cringing at the lameness of what came out of me in the process. "S-sorry I'm just... I'm trying to memorize everything... So it goes well tomorrow." My words were near painful with their pitiful lack of conviction. Keeping my legs crossed, I tried to just focus now on the still considerable need to pee so I could avoid the scolding that had to be inbound, but instead found my ears delighted by a friendly reassurance. "Oh, you sweet little thing... These jerks don't deserve that from you." Vivienne soothed, striking my delicate heart with her platonic but still thrilling use of "sweet thing" as an actual way to refer to me. It wasn't the first time I'd heard her say it, but to have it directed at me... Something like electric heat tingled the depths of my pussy. Rubbing my thighs together, I felt my heart come close to bursting even while my bladder had a momentary war with my body in an attempt to relieve itself during the chaos. Thankfully nothing came out of me but a grateful babble of thanks and a dumb but genuine smile. Vivienne returned to the presentation at that, and I went back to focusing on keeping my bladder in check while using her as the perfect distraction, though I made something resembling an effort to listen as well. It was far from easy but at least it was doable. My panic was now something far more like annoyance at how clearly I was to blame for my own discomfort, between drinking without a care and stubbornly refusing to take a bathroom break when I'd had the chance. Had I simply acted like an adult the deed would be done and over, and relaxing with an empty bladder might have actually made this fun, especially since I was blessed by so lovely a sight to enjoy. But not once in my life had my shyness allowed me to ask for a bathroom, and there was not a single instance where I had been able to use one while another person was present... So at least that internal resistance helped me hold it a little better? Another spasm encouraged me to shift in the chair as a safeguard, my bare pussy rubbing against my skirt to create the friction I'd found so unhelpful but so far from unpleasant before, and I had to curl up to withdraw the soft lips lest they be tempted any further. Forgetting my panties was proving to be a repeated strike against me... One could almost wonder how I'd made it this far as an adult if I was so embarrassed by basic natural functions. Even if today was the first time I'd made such a mistake in my life, it was quite the blunder. Minutes ticked by far too slowly for my liking, forcing me to keep casting glances to the clock as I tried to hold on to what my boss was saying at the same time. There were lots of numbers, congratulations, and a number of facts that had questionable sources Vivienne called out each time. Most of it became indecipherable gibberish as soon as it hit my ears. On top of that the hands of the clock seemed to tick by louder with every tiny motion, to the point where after a few minutes I could hear them loud as a car alarm from my chair. A horrifying increase in the pressure I was fighting seemed to coincide with the amplifying volume, but I had no way of knowing if it was the result of more lemonade gathering at the exit, my own fading resilience, or just a slow deterioration of my resolve... All three were on the table as it was now. Not daring to look at the cup still cradled in my hands, I wished for the umpteenth time that I had simply done a million things differently... Bouncing my legs beneath the table and out of sight for some small alleviation of the pain, I let out a quiet and shaky sigh to try and calm myself. In the end all of this discomfort would be for something, right? I'd find a way to get to a bathroom before things got too bad... Wouldnโ€™t I? There was no way I'd allow myself to get to the point where an accident was even a possibility, as I wasn't locked in and there was a bathroom just down the hall. All I had to worry about was staying calm and collected so the desperation was never suspected. "This is your part, Tina." Vivienne said, interrupting my chain of thought but not surprising me as badly this time. Seeing the information on the projection board, I recalled being assigned a data sheet that matched the basics of what was on screen, which she helpfully explained as she stepped aside to make room for me beside the laptop. "You'll be covering our specific branch and everything we did to contribute, which is all laid out here anyway. Just try to look perky while reading it." Nodding in painful understanding, it took all I had in me not to wince as I stood, the sudden shift in position squeezing my bulging bladder with enough force that adrenaline surged through me in panic. There was undeniable warmth on my pussy, but in truth it was impossible to tell if it was a few more escaping droplets or actually heat created from the strain of holding so much pee in. I didn't exactly have time to think it over. Taking my first step sent everything sloshing once more, and the ocean of piss inside of me crashed down, wielding its full weight on my tiny hole as my heel made contact with the floor. In what had to have been just the few minutes since Iโ€™d last walked, it had already gotten so much worse. Pain and pressure so intense I almost doubled over had to be forced down so I could keep going. Every step produced the exact same results, but I had no choice but to soldier on, my pride combining with an iron willed refusal to ever let Vivienne know I needed to pee. It was the hardest thing Iโ€™d done in my life, but eventually I crossed what had to be the mile separating us and arrived at the front of the room, my still full drink in hand. Hopefully the dim lights and glossy projection beam would keep my sweat hidden... "Right! So, our department..." I began, tapping a key on the laptop to get the slideshow full screen once more. My throat worked on autopilot to read the text with the hint of a smile I was able to fake, as the rest of me was far too occupied on not peeing myself to help. Every inch of my pussy was straining to hold back the flood that wanted nothing but to escape. Standing had made it a hundred times worse, which could no doubt be attributed to gravity, but it was so powerful it felt like something was working with malicious intent to increase the downward pull just to torment me. Not even knowing what I was saying, I tried every little trick I could to distract myself. Finishing the presentation meant we were done, and that would provide just the window Iโ€™d require for a bathroom break, so I needed only to stay strong a little longer. Intent on finding something to keep me going, I sought out anything capable of distracting the half of my mind that wasn't on autopilot, and caught a soft floral scent when I inhaled during my search... I knew from experience it was Vivienne's perfume. The realization was a distraction alright, but far more of a curse than a blessing. Focusing so much on my aching bladder had blinded me to her current proximity. Now it was impossible to ignore that she was right beside me, her much taller form no doubt towering over me as her expensive perfume filled my nose and clouded my mind, which once again sent tingles down my spine. Now though I was in no condition to endure them, and the usually delightful feelings pushed me near to the brink of losing control. God, it was hard enough to handle myself around her when I wasn't holding back a flood of pee... Everything about having her close made me want to imagine her warm body against mine while her hand slipped up my skirt and parted my thighs- "Tina?" Vivienne said just as I hissed in a breath of pain, the thought of a hand between my legs also taunting me with how relieving it would be to use my own and apply added pressure to the overworked exit. Instead my fists just balled to white knuckled tightness as I turned my head to face my still unassuming boss. Somehow she continued to only look concerned, though I was more than frustrated enough with myself for the both of us. "Do you have stage fright?" A response didn't attempt to so much as initiate on my tongue. In a way her diagnosis rang true; I was indeed afraid of being the center of attention and struggling now explicitly because I couldn't work up the courage to speak up and ask for a break, but that obviously wasn't what was being asked... Reading my frozen fear as the only response available to her, Vivienne continued, explaining her concerns and stepping closer. "You look a little pale, and you're curling up like a frightened puppy. Does the idea of talking in front of a crowd scare you?" She said, her perfume now rich in my nostrils and making me dizzy enough to be dangerously close to fainting. Wetness that wasn't just pee was perceptible between my legs when I shifted back from her. "S-sometimes..." I mumbled in a not dishonest reply. Fear of crowds had nothing to do with this hesitation though; everything tormenting me came down to a horrifying mixture of desperation and an inexplicable surge of arousal at her presence, which I usually had a better handle on. At this current moment though it felt like the two were mixing together, as if the need to pee and my lust for her fed off the mutual forbidden pleasure they created, and each was making the other stronger. It was truly like I was enjoying being desperate around her, and said enjoyment was turning me on to make appreciating her so much more sensualโ€ฆ but such a lecherous thing couldn't be true! I wasn't some kind of pervert! I was just a woman with a secret crush and not enough backbone to ask for a bathroom break... Vivienne smiled, her plump red lips drawing me in like they never had before. How many times had I fantasized about kissing them only to stop in shame? She wasn't married or dating as far as I knew, but she also probably had no attraction to women, and even if she did enjoy female company a young nobody like me certainly wouldn't make the cut. "Want to know a little trick of mine? I used to be terrified too, but if you stand with a touch more confidence, it can go a long way. Is it okay if I adjust you?" I had no doubt she meant putting her hands on me, something that was such a terrible idea I should have known to reject it with a lie in my current condition, but the temptation was far too great for my diminished willpower to have any hope of resisting. "Yes." If my one word reply was too enthusiastic she made no sign of being bothered, and instead got right down to work. Moving behind me, she came close enough for me to feel the warmth of her body, and the proximity triggered a new surge of tingling delight along the length of my back. A portion of that sensation settled down at the fork of my legs, creating a war between the resulting pleasure in my pussy and the agony in my already strained bladder as holding it became that much harder. Sweat was quickly appearing again as she laid her hands on my shoulders. "Keep your back up straight, like this." Delicate fingers pushed me into a more upright position, which tightened the loop of my skirt over my bladder and forced the pee downwards to ram against the exit. It was enough to make me want to scream. There was so much pain and pressure but it only mingled with and enhanced the pleasure of her contact, leaving me battling a kind of agony that had me leaking more of the other wetness between my lips. Despite it all I was obedient, my raging arousal and pain going molten and turning my body into something like a volcano overdue for a glorious eruption, a comparison bordering on literal in my case. My need for a bathroom was slowly becoming all encompassing, and the problem only worsened as she moved her hands lower to shift my posture even more upright, making it impossible not to discern the flood of piss trying to free itself. God it was so bad I could feel my bladder pressing outwards now; the rounded and bursting organ creating a none too invisible swell on my lower belly with nowhere for it to go but outwards. I was so full, so turned on, and so helpless between the two needs that I was little more than a frozen statue beside the laptop. "Oh, and make sure you pause for a sip." Let me know what you think in the comments please! I always love to hear feedback!
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  28. This story took place last month. I was at home when I had just finished chugging some water because I had just gotten home from the gym. My roommate had just asked me to go to the grocery store for them, so I went. I got in the car and began driving to store when I started to feel the need to pee build up inside my bladder. But, I ignored it thinking that I would be able to make it back home before I couldn't hold it anymore. I got to the store, and got out of my car. As soon as I got out I knew right then I might not be able to make it back home in time. I got into the store and started shopping as I was beginning to panic. I was trying to remember everything I was asked to get, but I felt like I was missing something, so I called my roommate so that they could remind me what it was that I needed. Except they didn't pick up. At this point I could feel little spurts of pee start to come out. I didn't know what to do. I hurried into an empty aisle that I was almost positive no one would come down. I couldn't hold it in anymore and ended up peeing myself right then and there when all of a sudden I heard someone's cart coming in my direction. I panicked and sprinted with my cart in the other direction. I didn't care if anyone noticed the wet spot on my black leggings. I needed to leave. Eventually I found another empty aisle and took of my sweatshirt to tie it around my waist so that it was less noticeable. I got the rest of what I needed and checked out. As I got back in my car and sat down I could feel how wet my leggings really were and I was very turned on by this point. It was such a rush trying to not get caught. After I got home I put the groceries in the kitchen for my roommate to put away and ran up to my room. I peeled off my leggings and threw them in the laundry basket. I kept my wet panties on and watched porn until I finally climaxed. ๐Ÿ™‚
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  29. After being on this site for all these years (took a break for a bit long) and uploading only female stuff I decided to share you a video of my own. I had a dozen videos and pictures on my ph page, but as most of you know a lot of stuff was taken down including mine, because my account was unverified. Anyway here's the video and as I always say - Hope you'll enjoy it (I know you won't much as you the female content I have, but still, haha) VID_20200911_144014.mp4
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  30. Hey @Kyuu I saw the new rules pop up when I logged in last night and was wondering if you would clarify two things for me: 1. Which ones were actually new? All I saw were rules that I thought already existed. 2. Can you link me to the updated "do not post" list? The link in those rules was broken. I'm making this public instead of a dm because there are probably others wondering the same things. Thanks.
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  31. I just saw this ad on Facebook for some interesting new pants. What are your thoughts?
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  32. It is so much harder to hold it in when you are lying on the ground and stretching out. Recently I wanted to bring myself to the limits, so I made myself desperate, prepared the floor with some towels, lay myself down and tried to hold it as long as possible. So the first minutes is just holding, kneading myself with my hand, but you can see that the first leak has already come out. I than leak more and more until finally give up an totally soak my front. I'm sorry that the quality is not great, because I captured this with an old webcam. Also the microphone did not well capture my moaning and heavy breathing. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. on the floor.mp4
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  33. So I have these really tight white panty briefs. I don't wear them in every day life because they are so tight. I only keep them for holding and wetting purposes. ๐Ÿ˜ Recently I felt that it was time to give them another soaking. So I pulled them on, sat down on a towel, waited until my bladder was full enough and then let it go very slowly. I sat there for several minutes leaking and enjoying the warm wetness. tight white panty briefs.mp4
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  34. I've had an account on this site for years and have finally decided I'd start sharing my many omo related stories. For reference, I'm a bit over 5'5", skinny, and I have a short pixie haircut. Femboy is a description I feel I might fall under. Anyways, onto my biking related adventure. I woke up around 6 am to a beautiful summer's day. I didn't plan on waking up this early, but I thought I should take advantage of the day and go for an early morning bike ride. I went to my kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee followed by a big cup of water. It was that moment that my omo side kicked in. A great idea came to my mind. I had just purchased a bag of rearz lil monsters and figured I'd create a challenge for myself. My idea was to get kinda squirmy, ride my bike to a park with a bathroom, and change into the diaper all without wetting myself on the way. With that idea in mind I poured myself another cup of coffee and gulped down another glass of water. This probably put me at just under a liter of liquid. I put on a pair of black sweatpants, a t shirt, and a big hoodie. I put a diaper and a pair of shorts (just in case) in my backpack. At around 7 am I went out to my shed to get my bike. As I reached down to grab my bike off the floor I realized I already had to go pee. No big deal I thought, it was just part of the challenge. I started riding my bike knowing there was a park with a bathroom only a couple cities away. I was at about a 6/10 on the pee scale with just a 30 minute bike ride. I was confident that I'd make it there in time and get to have my first experience of changing in a public bathroom and a padded bike ride. I forgot to mention I had brought a bottle of juice with me. I was about half way there when I decided to stop and take a few sips of my juice. I found myself lost in the calmness of a quiet covid sunday morning. I had yet to see anyone on the road. I snapped back to the task at hand and realized I was starting to really have to go. "No problem," I thought as I was only a couple miles from the park. I started riding again and was soon on the road that led to the park. As I was biking down the road I was at about an 8/10. If I was walking it would have been obvious I had to pee. Luckily, each push of my bike pedal helped to hide my desperation. I saw the park in the distance. I peddled faster towards the bathroom building knowing that relief was near. I decided to push my bike into some bushes instead of locking it up to save time. I then walked briskly to the bathroom door to find it was locked. I stood there potty dancing at a solid 9/10 when I realized the bathrooms had likely been locked due to covid. I ran over to my bike and whipped out my phone to see what the nearest park was. "Only a mile away, and it has a bathroom!" I thought, hoping this one was left unlocked. I got back on my bike and started to ride as fast as I could to the next park. After a difficult ride I could again see a park in the distance. This particular park had a small forest with a paved trail. Outside of the forest was another bathroom. I didn't bother with hiding my bike this time. I got to the bathroom door and again I was met with a locked door. I almost wet myself right there but I was able to get back on my bike. I rode into the small forest area not sure what to do next. As I got into the middle part of the forest I had to stop. The pressure was too much for me and I let out a small stream of pee, but I was able to quickly stop myself. I looked down to find my black sweatpants didn't show any wetness. From where I was I could still catch a glimpse of the front gate of the forest. I saw an older man riding in and decided I needed to get out of there. I started riding toward the back exit and was soon out of the forest and into a field. The second my bike hit the grass I knew it was over for my bladder. I started spurting as I was riding into the field. I hastily looked around for people but saw no one. While still leaking, I jumped off my bike and plopped my butt onto the wet morning dew. Before my booty hit the ground I was already flooding my pants. I sat there soaking my pants. I realized I should have just opted for the diaper in the first place. Once I had emptied my bladder I was in a state of bliss which was soon overtaken by the fact I was sitting in public with wet pants. I decided this wasn't over and took a few sips from my juice. I took out my phone and found the nearest supermarket. "Six miles, I can handle that!" I thought to myself as I picked my bike off the ground. Another challenge came to mind. I decided I'd finish the almost liter of juice I had left on the way there. Fast forward to about half way there and half of my juice in my tummy I noticed I was back at around a 6/10. I guess I didn't fully empty my bladder at the park. I was back to being squirmy but I knew I could make it in time. Another 20 or so minutes went by and I was almost done with my juice and almost at the store. I was now at the big shopping area with the store nearby. It was surprisingly busy for a sunday morning. I found the store and rode to the side of it where the bike rack was. I got off my bike and went into my backpack for my bike lock only to realize I had only brought the lock with me. "No problem, I'll just lock it to the spoke of the wheel," I thought as I bent down onto my bladder. I was then standing there struggling to get the bike spoke to lock to the bike rack. My previous hold must have weakened by bladder as I felt a drip enter my already wet pants. "I can hold it," I thought as all of the juice seemed to hit my bladder all at once. The lock finally clicked into place as I was again soaking my pants. Standing there in a pool of pee and embarrassment I quickly grabbed the last of my juice and poured it onto the ground to act like I was just emptying my bottle instead of having a big accident. Luckily, only one car had driven past during all of this. I was still super embarrassed, this was the most public wetting I had ever done and it wasn't even on purpose. (warning, some diaper stuff ahead) I looked down at my sweatpants and was glad to see it was almost unnoticeable I had an accident. I put on my mask and walked into the store and went right into the bathroom. I was glad to find out it was a single person bathroom. I took out the diaper and quickly put it on my wet butt. My pants and undies were soaked, luckily I had a plastic bag to put them in. I put on my shorts and realized I my booty was way bigger than usual. If you knew what to look for you'd know I was wearing a diaper. I had a big hoodie on though, so my butt was covered. I left the bathroom and walked over to the beverage section and grabbed a big bottle of flavored water. I payed and walked back out to my puddle and my bike. I started my somewhat long journey home. I didn't even bother holding at this point. Anytime I felt the need to pee I would stop my bike and just pee. This was a day of firsts for me. I had not planned to wet myself in public, but I had done it twice on accident. Once I got home I realized I was wetter than I thought. I put my bike in my backyard and waddled into my house.
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  35. Hehe ๐Ÿคญ yea I know I am! Yes they were very obviously pee stained;) they smell very naughty ๐Ÿ˜‹ I still have them for sale if anyone wants them? I must have peed them at least 8 or 9 times without washing them now! They are destroyed lol ๐Ÿ˜ Inbox me if anyone interested! ๐Ÿ’–
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  36. *nudity warning* And finally, after soaking myself all evening multiple times, I took off my thoroughly peed knickers, stood on the old rug in my room with my legs together and wet myself naked one last time down my bare legs. ๐Ÿ˜‹ I love doing this! 1080P_4000K_292694941.mp4
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  37. I've counted every single one of them by way of gallup poll and the number is 34, with a +/-1000 MOE. Very scientific. What they feel? I suspect most of them feel.....wet.
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  38. Just want the tunes? Scroll down! They'll be down there. In the paragraphs above, I'll be providing explanations and other information about my time writing these. I did *what* now? Recently, I've stumbled upon the idea of creating parodies of nursery rhymes to strongly reference the idea of wetting/soiling. Given I make hypnosis-based omorashi content, some of which include rhyming chants, when the idea came to me I was immediately aroused. While I've created some that directly reference these hypnotic themes, I've also gone about and created a few that are more focused on different areas, omorashi, wetting and messing, just messing, etc. They come from a few different perspectives. Some are sung by the person who is experiencing some sort of wetting/soiling episode, whereas others are sung by caretakers or dom/dommes to their littles, subs, etc. The Process. I looked at American nursery rhymes exclusively. They were the ones I knew after all, given I am an American. I wasn't familiar with any of the number of other British nursery rhymes I could find on Wikipedia listing them. Even as an American, I didn't know all of the ones they had listed on there. I found the very common ones, "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" and "I'm A Little Teapot" and did my best to match them to the very last syllable of the tune. If I couldn't do that, I would at least make it singable in the general tune so that anyone who heard it aloud could recognize what nursery rhyme it was supposed to be parodying. In all cases, I would ensure that they rhymed so that they would be satisfying to sing. Working with each nursery rhyme, you quickly become familiar with how limiting some are compared to others. I personally became a fan of "I'm A Little Teapot" over others simply because I found it easier to create rhymes with the tune. "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" also is rather easy to write for, I feel. Another thing to be weary of are the different versions of nursery rhymes that are out there. When writing them, I would look for sheet music with lyrics so I could make sure I got all of the syllables that made up each version. In "I'm A Little Teapot" for instance, there are two versions that I found that could change everything. For example, this is the version you'll find on Wikipedia, and the one that I know from two decades ago when I first was learning it. I'm a little teapot, short and stout, Here is my handle, here is my spout When I get all steamed up, hear me shout, Tip me over and pour me out! I'm a very special teapot, Yes, it's true, Here's an example of what I can do, I can turn my handle into a spout, Tip me over and pour me out! Seems simple, right? Well, when it comes to other versions put to sheet music, the lyrics change. For the most part, the first verse contains the same words, and the same syllables, but it's when you get to the second verse where you can get problems. In other versions, the second version goes something like this. I'm a clever teapot, yes, it's true. Here let me show you what I can do. I can change my handle and my spout, (just) Tip me over and pour me out! They read entirely differently, if you're paying attention. It's more than just changed words, the syllables are all off here! So which ones get used? Well, in the end, you can certainly use both versions. I prefer the first, given that anything else sounds awkward on my ears because of how accustomed I am to it over the others. But, if you're not picky with how many syllables should go into the tune, or have a really good rhyme that is too long or short, you have options and I ended up using both as a result. The Tunes. So at last, here are a few examples of the tunes that I came up with. Keep in mind that each of these deals with my fetishes in particular, and might not be suitable for you. I was also helped by a friend in the community who wasn't going off of the same exact process, but every tune here can generally be sung to the tune in which they were written if you give it enough thought! They include hypnosis, diapers/infantilism, wetting, and messing/soiling to various degrees. and there are quite a few of them that can have their lyrics further substituted to only include one term, such as changing "pooped" to "peed" if soiling is not something you like. I urge you all to try something like this yourself, to either use mine as templates for your own, or to create some from scratch! It's a fun brain game with a fun result at the very least, and you can create ones that suit you or the person you are singing about better. To The Tune Of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star." From the perspective of a hypnotist to a female submissive: Tinkle tinkle, little girl. Pee your pants and watch the swirl. In your diapers, you will stay. You can't stop this, just obey. Potty trainingโ€™s not for you. Just give up and pee and poo. From the perspective of a boy. Tinkle tinkle little boy, peeing myself brings me joy. In my diapers, I will stay. I pooped in them twice today. Now I feel the urge to pee, I need diaper number three! From the perspective of a girl who really needs to find a bathroom to pee! I really need to go pee, before it leaks out of me. I have to locate a toilet, or my pants will get so wet. I can't hold it anymore, now my pee is on the floor! To The Tune Of "I'm A Little Teapot." From the perspective of a girl with potty problems. I'm a little girl with no control. Of my small bladder or my butthole. When they get all filled up, I let go. Into my pants, my mess will flow! From the perspective of a girl who really likes having potty problems. I'm a big girl and I know it too. But I can't control when I pee or poo. I get so embarrassed when my loads leak through. But, it makes me really horny too! I know that I should hold more, I just can't! I'd rather just behave like an infant. It's much more fun to let go in my pants. Rather than to do the potty dance. From the perspective of a dom/domme talking about their submissive who pees themselves. (Second verse only.) You're a very special teapot, yes it's true. Here's an example of what you can do. You always pee in your pants, there's no doubt, When I tip you over and pour you out! These are just a few of the ones that I've been able to come up with. I figured that there might be an audience here after a good friend told me that there might be! I hope you found something you liked in here, or at least have a new idea for how to have some additional fun while wetting or messing!
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  39. Just finished uploading a patched version; with it, Lily should not be locked to dehydration when her tutorial sequence starts. I tried looking into more things that could be fixed, but I don't think I could've gotten to them before the day ended. If there's further issues with the game, please do let me know (preferably via personal message or writing on my user feed). Also, before anything happens with this, I must mention: do NOT try to start chapter 8 yet. The events that start chapter 8 are still incomplete and have not been tested, so even attempting to go through the cutscenes could cause the game to crash or softlock. Please wait patiently until we finish the chapter thoroughly!
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  40. Aren't they great? And i'm not sure, but I definitely shared them on my Tumblr in the past week, you should be able to find them there.
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  41. DIC-018

    I doubt they built the set just for this one video. It's probably a 'set for hire' used in the industry hundreds (if not thousands!) of times in other adult videos, many of which won't even be Omo shoots. If it's more noticeably a set in this video then it's probably because she's the only person in it. Normally there might more performers and/or 'extras' crowding the compartment!
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  42. I believe that they built it. And yes I agree it is sometimes a little hard to believe the amount of effort they are willing to put in to make it as realistic as possible.
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  43. WA-444

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    A massager coat's his hands with an aphrodisiac and massages a woman's breasts and then leaves the room. Shortly after the man leaves she starts feeling her boobs and masturbates until she pees/squirts. Enjoy
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  44. GUN-724

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    Panty wetting followed by masturbation. Enjoy
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  45. Active again after a little over 2 years ๐Ÿ’— hoping to get around to posting new content soon!
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  46. Posting to bump and see if thereโ€™s any interest in new videos. Itโ€™s been awhile, but Iโ€™m back ๐Ÿ˜‰
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  47. My bladder is always super tingly and sometimes I get spasms in my lower stomach because Iโ€™m so excited to be holding. My bladder feels full and achy, Iโ€™m sure the same way it does with male anatomy, but it also presses on the backside of my clit, which is pretty sensational and feels similar to continuously pressing on my gspot. Doing kegels heightens the tight feeling in my bladder, but feels incredibly good. My peehole is even more tingly than my bladder, and my instinct is always to rub it, which feels relaxing and helps delay needing to burst. Sometimes I literally plug my peehole up with my finger so I donโ€™t leak, and really intense waves of pleasure go from my peehole to my bladder. My pussy is usually swollen and wet, and by the time Iโ€™m bursting, I canโ€™t pee because Iโ€™m too turned on, so itโ€™s a fight to relax my muscles enough to pee. Really hot imo. I hope that helps!
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  48. This one was thought of around the same time as my last one (Men Peeing on the Side of the Road) and I remember I was in some type of situation vaguely like this, although I can't remember the specifics other than I remember the bus arrived late and not everybody got to go to the bathroom again, which has happened to me more than once, as readers of my blogs will know. But I thought this one was a good contrast to the last story as this one shows that even a female tour guide wouldn't be any more sympathetic to women needing to go to the bathroom nor would the other female tourists. It also shows that when people vote on bathroom breaks democracy can really suck! Enjoy! Also in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/5085.html The Desperate Tour Jill looked at her watch, it had been over 3 1/2 hours since she had last used the bathroom and she was regretting the fact that she always carried bottles of water with her should she ever get thirsty. Unfortunately as the tour bus was traveling there was a huge accident that delayed things significantly. There were three tour buses in total and it seemed as though the other two tour buses managed to avoid the accident with the third bus trailing behind. There was supposed to be a rest stop about two hours in but because of the traffic accident the bus driver said that to make up time they couldn't afford to stop another 15 minutes as there wasn't that much time to kill. They were already about a half hour behind schedule. At the two-hour mark Jill wasn't desperate but now that it had been 3 1/2 hours she couldn't ignore her bladder any longer and she was wondering how much longer it would take for them to arrive at destination. Now that she had looked back at the entire journey she really realized that she could have really used that bathroom break an hour and a half earlier. She also started to wish that she had been on one of the first two buses that happened to just be able to bypass the accident. They were a little bit ahead of the third bus which just happened to be unlucky enough to get behind the accident which took a half hour to clear. The rest of the women in Jill's family had been on the second bus but as they were loading up on all the buses they ran out of room on the second bus, so Jill and the rest of the family had to get on bus number three, and now she never regretted more that strange twist of fate that had her in her current situation. Jill was sitting in the back of the third bus near the window seat as her two cousins Kenny and Randall sat closer to the aisle. "Are you okay Jill, you keep looking at your watch," Kenny said. "Don't worry I'm sure that we will catch up with the other buses soon." "It's not that is just I could really use the bathroom right around now," Jill said tapping her foot impatiently. Randall laughed. "This is because you drink so much water, you always have to go to the bathroom all the time." "But we were supposed to have a bathroom break two hours in, I wasn't anticipating that we would have a traffic accident and the driver would just say screw the bathroom break and continue driving," Jill said as she continued tapping her feet. "You don't have to shake the seat like that," Kenny said. "I just wish we had been on the bus with everybody else in the family and we wouldn't be in this situation right now," Jill said as she checked her phone. "It looks like I just got a text message from cousin Jennifer. Apparently they just arrived at the destination already. Which means that right now they're probably on the way to the bathroom!" Jennifer's text message asked how they were doing and Jill texted back that they should be there hopefully in the next half hour although the tour group would obviously wait for everyone to arrive before they started, even though they were on a fairly tight schedule. Jill also texted back I really need to pee to which Jennifer responded with LOL, like always. Big bathroom line here. Jill adjusted herself in her seat. Hopefully by the time they arrived the bathroom line would have cleared out. That was one thing that made her relax a little bit, at least if the other two buses were there a half hour ahead of them when they arrived the bathroom should be clear for them. As they approached their destination and Jill texted the family that they were almost there. Jennifer texted back that they were waiting for them to arrive and to meet them in the parking lot. Finally the bus came to a stop and Jill could tell that all of the other women in the bus were also quick to get up from their seats. "Come on go go go," Jill said as she pushed her cousins out into the aisle. "Calm down Jill we all have to go to the bathroom," Kenny said as they slowly piled out into the aisle and got off the bus where they ran over to where the rest of the women of the family were waiting for them. "Well you finally arrived," aunt Katherine said as she stood there with Jill's mother and aunts Patrice and Mary and cousin Jennifer. "Did you have a pleasant journey." "I really really need a ladies room right now," Jill said as she bent at the knees a little bit. "Do we even have time for that?" Aunt Patrice asked. "We already went when we arrived earlier," aunt Mary said. "There was a big line of course. I don't know if we are going to have time for that." "Easy for you to say, you already went to the bathroom, if there isn't time we're going to make time!" Jill said. "This is why I always tell you not to drink so much," Jill's mother said as she sighed. "The bathroom is back over this way I think." They got to the bathroom and as expected there was a big line and Jill could recognize several of the other women from the bus already in line for the bathroom. "Oh Jesus," Jill said. "I think it's even longer than it was before," Jennifer said as Jill stuck her tongue out at her. "The tour is actually supposed to have started already," aunt Katherine said. "I don't see the tour guide here yet though so." Jill was already waiting in line for the bathroom as Kenny and Randall went off into the men's room, which of course had no line whatsoever, and came out a few moments later. "I wonder where the tour guide is," aunt Patrice said. "I guess that they are late as well." "Hey is this everybody with the tour group," a woman said with a big smile as she came over. "I'm Candace and I am going to be your tour guide today. Is everybody here with the park tours?" Everyone nodded in agreement. Candace nodded. "Everybody who is part of the park tour please assemble over here right now." Jill and several of the other women in line for the bathroom looked over at Candace and they looked at the line for the bathroom. Candace laughed. "All of you stragglers in line for the bathroom please join up in line for the tour." Jill raised her hand as she stood there in line with her legs crossed. "Yes," Candace said. "Do you have a question about the tour?" "Yeah I just I really have to go to the bathroom," Jill said smiling as several of the other women in the line in front of her nodded in agreement. Candace looked at her watch. "I'm afraid that we have to begin the tour right away because there are other tour groups that are coming and we are already running a little bit late. Everyone was supposed to use the bathroom before the tour began." "But the bus arrived a half hour late, we just got here a few minutes ago," Jill said as several of the other woman in the line in front of her nodded in agreement. Jill smiled at Candace figuring that a woman like her probably understood the situation because she could see Candace nodding. Then Candace blew a whistle. "All you ladies in line for the restroom who are part of the tour please join the tour group right now." Jill frowned. "But we didn't get to use the bathroom yet." Several of the other women looks rather anxious as Candace stood there with her whistle shaking her head. "I'm sorry ladies but the rules are very strict, everyone was supposed to use the bathroom before the tour began and we can't afford to wait for everybody." "But the bus was late and I drank a lot of water!" Jill shouted as now the rest of her family members were sort of looking at her like she was making a scene. Candace nodded and smiled looking like she understood. "So you understand I hope," Jill said smiling. Candace nodded. "Yes I do, I understand that the bus was late, and I'm sorry about that, but it's just not my fault. Now we have a tight schedule to adhere to so I suggest that we all get moving right away. Come on ladies, hustle hustle!" Jill frowned as she saw the other women begrudgingly get off of the line for the bathroom, most of them looking rather annoyed. Jill raised her hand and Candace pointed to her. "Are we going to get to another bathroom sometime soon?" Candace looked at her watch. "Well I know the sooner that we start the tour the sooner that the tour will come to an end and there should be bathrooms along the way." "Oh come on Jill, I'm sure there will be a bathroom later," Jill's mother said as she waved her over and they started walking around in the tour group. As Jill started walking with the group she could see that a lot of the other women were walking uneasily and that a couple of them stopped and were crossing their legs. "A lot of these plants in this garden were planted over 100 years ago," Candace said as she pointed to a lot of the trees. "These cherry blossoms were a gift from Japan." As she pointed to the cherry blossoms all of the sudden sprinklers started going off watering the lawn around them as several of the women sort of stared with looks of horror, and Jill could see a few of them crossing and uncrossing their legs, much as she noticed she was doing as she raised her hand. "Yes," Candace said as she looked at Jill with a stern look which caused Jill to put her hand down. "Never mind," Jill said as she realized that asking for a bathroom break at that moment was going to be met with a very firm we have to stay on schedule. The tour continued as they walked through a maze of hedges. As they did so she could see a couple of the women sort of jogging in place in front of her and looking around for a bathroom, but Jill did not see any bathrooms in the hedge maze, not that she ever expected to. "Christ when we going to get to a freaking bathroom," one of the women in front of Jill said as she tapped her foot in annoyance. It was a large woman and Jill couldn't help but think that she had probably had a whole bunch to eat and likely drink as well. "I know they couldn't even let us use the bathroom before we started the tour," Jill said. The woman nodded. "Ridiculous, I mean the bus was late, that's not our fault." "Well I mean it's not like they could help it, it's not her fault that the buses were late," the man next to her said. "Maybe if you didn't drink so much you wouldn't have to go to the bathroom all the time Brenda." "Well it's easy for you to say Jack, you got to go to the bathroom when we arrived," Brenda said. Jack shook his head. "So are you going to penalize me because I was able to use the bathroom more quickly? There was no line at the men's room so I went, there was a big line at the ladies room, it's just not realistic to hold up the tour group for like 30 or 40 minutes just so everybody can go to the bathroom." Jill and Brenda sort of exchanged looks and rolled their eyes at Jack, both basically saying this guy totally doesn't get it. Jill stuck close to Brenda during the rest of the tour of the hedge maze as Jill caught up with her family. "Are you enjoying the tour," aunt Patrice said. "I still have to go to the bathroom," Jill said as she sort of bent at the knees and shifted in place. Aunt Patrice shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry there's nothing I can do about it, just try not to think about it." Jill looked at cousin Jennifer standing there guzzling down her bottle of water before smiling in Jill's direction causing Jill to look away. Jill tried not to think about it but as the half hour tour of the hedge maze continued she found the weight in her bladder growing by the moment and it was very hard for her to concentrate on what was going on or what the tour guide was saying. Jill continued to hang around with Brenda and she couldn't help but notice that Brenda was sort of trying to grab herself when she thought nobody was looking and putting all of her considerable weight on her heels when the group was stationary. "Don't worry I am sure that this part of the tour will be over soon," another girl about Jill's age said as she came over to them as she looked at her watch and frowned. "I'm Becky by the way." "I'm Jill," Jill said as she shook Becky's hand before Brenda did likewise. "I haven't gone in like 4 1/2 hours now." "Good God, are you ladies still complaining about the damn bathroom," Jack said that the three of them said nothing and continued walking. As the tour continued for another 15 minutes Jill was finding it hard to continue walking and found herself stopping every few moments to cross and uncross her legs as Brenda and Becky did likewise. Finally they cleared out of the hedge maze into what looked like another garden full of all sorts of topiary, bushes that were made to look like elephants and horses and unicorns. "Does anybody have any questions?" Candace said as she looked over the group still smiling politely. "What are we going to get to a freaking bathroom!" Brenda said as several people in the group laughed but several other women started speaking up with lots of yeahs. Jill could see that there were at least 15 or 20 other women in the tour group who were looking decidedly uncomfortable. Candace looked at her watch. "Don't worry we will get to a bathroom when we get to one." "That's what you said 45 minutes ago and I have had two large diet cokes on the bus ride," Brenda said. Candace nodded and smiled. "I realize that a lot of you do need to use the restroom, but don't worry the sooner we get through this tour the sooner we will find a bathroom. I'm just asking everybody to be really patient and to try and enjoy yourselves." Several of the women that Jill noticed from the bus were all shaking their heads, crossing their arms, tapping their feet and making all sorts of exasperated groans and other sounds of annoyance. Jennifer looked over at Jill and the other women who were looking decidedly uncomfortable and she sort of smiled before she raised her hand. "Yes," Candace said as she pointed at Jennifer. "All of this topiary is really lovely, but do you think maybe we could just take a couple of minutes and use it as a photo opportunity," Jennifer said smiling as several women in the front started nodding. Aunt Mary smiled. "Hey you that's a good idea, my daughter always thinks of great ideas like that." Candace looked at her watch. "Well we really are on a very tight schedule and every little stop like that makes a difference. If you want to stop to take pictures with the topiary I'm afraid that we are going to have to make up for it by skipping our break." "Did you say skipping the break," Jill said as she looked at Brenda. "By skipping the break do they mean that they are skipping the bathroom break?" Candace shook her head and looked at her watch again. "Well in the spirit of democracy I say that we put it to a vote. If we are going to stop for maybe let's say 15 minutes to take pictures, that means we will have to forgo our first break. So the way I see it there are about 80 people in this group, so how many vote that we should take our break now so that you can all take pictures." Jill could see that a majority of hands started going up, in fact most of the hands except for the women that she noticed from the bus who didn't get to use the bathroom were raised high. Candace started pointing and counting before shaking her head. "Well it's obvious that a majority of you think that we should take a picture break, so everybody we will take a 15 minute break now so that everybody can pose for pictures. But this is very important, nobody should leave the premises to wander off elsewhere." "We have to go to the damn bathroom!" Brenda shouted as several of the other women who didn't get to go to the bathroom started speaking up in anger. Candace nodded and smiled. "Don't worry we will get to a break eventually, but the majority rules, and the majority of people want to stop now to take some pictures, so everybody ready to get moving in the next 15 minutes." "Come on Jill let's take some pictures," Jill's mom said as Jill went off with her family and posed for a lot of pictures. "Stop fidgeting Jill," aunt Katherine said. "Yeah Jill you look kind of like you have ants in your pants or something," Jennifer said as Jill shot her an angry glance. "I hope you are really enjoying these pictures," Jill said as she forced a smile and stood still and posed for some pictures. Finally Candace blew her whistle. "Okay everybody back on the tour." "Look I'm sorry I don't want to protest but a lot of us haven't gone to the bathroom in five hours and this is just getting ridiculous now," Brenda said as several of the other woman started shouting in agitation. Candace tried smiling but as she looked at all of the angry faces of women with their arms crossed and their feet tapping she could see that things were getting ugly. Candace looked at her watch again and nodded. "You know I think in another 15 minutes we will be coming up to a rest area, so if you can all just hold on a little bit longer." Several of the women started moaning and complaining but eventually they just started walking along with the tour group again. Finally 20 minutes later, not 15 but 20 minutes later, at the 5 1/2 hour mark Candace brought them over to the rest area. "Okay everybody now we can only take 15 minutes at the absolute most, so you have 15 minutes now to use the bathroom but that's it, I'm sorry but we cannot afford a single minute more. At 15 minutes I am going to blow my whistle and anyone who is not back on the tour I'm afraid that you're just out of luck." All of the women began piling towards the bathrooms and Jill couldn't help but notice that Jennifer got in front of her in line. "Oh come on you already got to go to the bathroom," Jill said. "Yeah but that was nearly 2 hours ago now and I've been drinking a lot," Jennifer said. Jill gritted her teeth. "Just please try to hurry up." The woman piled rapidly into the bathroom as Jill continued looking at her watch. She couldn't help but notice that a couple of the women who had not been in line for the bathroom when they first arrived when the bus was late were already going for a second time. Jill could see Brenda and Becky got to use the bathroom and came out with big smiles on their faces. "Wow that felt better," Brenda said as she patted Jill on the shoulder. "It looks like it's almost your turn." Jennifer smiled as she got into the stall in front of Jill. As Jill listened to the sound of Jennifer peeing loudly she was ready to scream and she began pounding on the stall. "Hurry up in there, other people have to go!" "Okay everybody out of the bathroom, hustle hustle," Candace said as she ran into the ladies room. "But not everybody got to go yet!" Jill shouted. "I'm sorry but we can't afford to wait any longer," Candace said as Jill walked sheepishly out of the bathroom barely able to stand up straight. Jill came out of the bathroom where she saw Brenda and Becky waiting with big smiles on their faces with a big frown on her face. Candace looked at the tour group, most of the other women who were late to arrive were looking much happier. "Well I hope that everybody is feeling better now," Candace said as she looked at her watch. "But I'm afraid that we're not going to have time for another break if we are going to make up lost time. If we want to see everything we are going to have to keep going. But we have a choice. We have another hour left of the tour before we have to get back on the buses. Now I think we have about 45 minutes left to try and see everything, but I do want to put it to a vote. Now we can take the scenic route and still get to see everything, or we could break 15 minutes early so that everyone has time to stretch before they get on the bus. So what does everybody want to vote for? Should we take the scenic route or should we arrange for a brief time to stretch our legs before we get back on the bus?" This time almost every single hand went up for the scenic route such that Jill didn't even bother putting up her hand as she walked over to Becky and Brenda. "Isn't it great Jill," Brenda said as she put her arm around Jill with a big smile as she started taking a drink from her bottle of Coke. "Spectacular," Jill said as she saw Brenda and Becky breezily walking up and catching up with the rest of the group. Jill simply shook her head, took her bottle of water, emptied it on the floor and then very slowly, stopping every few paces to cross her legs, rejoined the tour group. I do think that maybe the fact that I'm not getting to pee at my job might have influenced my last couple of stories that and without the protagonist getting to go to the bathroom at all. Just a thought.
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