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  1. Just a nice relaxing moment alone in nature. I actually emptied my bladder while recording this, but most of it soaked through long after I had finished peeing so the timing wasn't perfect. I chose the black jeans because i didn't have a change of pants with me, but the hoodie around my waist was still handy on the long walk home, with a re-wetting by the little creek along the way. 20211029_120251.mp4 My pants when returning home:
    16 points
  2. Basically, the girl is locked out of her house and her parents won't answer the door, even though she has to pee very badly. Her friend starts recording her and she has an accident! As far as I am aware, this was a genuine accident. P.S. All persons depicted are 18+ ra.mp4.18babb386bd812d564b5e8d5ad7f28c5.mp4
    11 points
  3. "Please!"

    Is anyone particularly turned on by supplication - hearing someone break down begging and pleading for a chance to pee, or being pushed to that point yourself? It's such a submissive position for a grown-up to be in. "Please" really is the magic word: "Please pull over!" "I'll only be a minute, please!" "Please hurry!" "Please, sir/ma'am, just let me go to the bathroom!" Bonus points for supplication from someone who is normally stoic, shy, reserved, dignified, or used to being in command.
    6 points
  4. Hello all, I'm not new here, but I've barely ever posted, and as a guy I don't expect this to get many views or comments. However, I want to share an experience I had back in university. I've been into wetting for as long as I can remember. Long before I had internet and porn access. But one fantasy that developed after I discovered wetting porn was a desire to become so desperate that I literally couldn't hold it and I wet myself uncontrollably, having a legitimate accident. Possibly even in public. So, one day in university, after class during the evening, I decided to try something. I got home from class needing to pee pretty bad, but I didn't go. I drank a couple glasses of water and decided to run a few errands. I went to Wal-Mart, got some groceries, enjoyed the sunset overlooking the river in our city, etc. Of course by that point I was getting pretty desperate, to the point where the bladder was hurting a decent amount. Of course, being confined inside of restrictive blue jeans and boxers wasn't helping 😉 But I still didn't let go. I decided that I was going to stop putting off the car wash I had been meaning to give my car. I figured, stuck in the car, high pressure running water all around me for 7 minutes... what could go wrong? I bought my car wash in the gas station, walk/ran out to my car, and drove into the entryway for the touchless car wash. Luckily I was the only one in line so I got to go in right away. My bladder was screaming! I punched in the code, the door to the wash opened up, and I drove in. The wash cycle started and I was right - this was going to be a tough hold. I was getting excited about the possibility of peeing my pants in my car uncontrollably (I had leather seats so it would have been fine), but then I realized something. I would have to park on the street once I got home, and walk in broad daylight in front of people's living room windows in my condo complex to get to my condo's front door, all in VERY visibly wet jeans. I would also have to get lucky that neither of my roommates would be in the kitchen/main floor area when I got home, or else they'd notice too! I hadn't planned any way around that - no sweater to cover myself with, no towels for the car, nothing. So I actually started freaking out a little and legitimately fought against a possible flood in my pants in the car, as the water poured and pounded outside my car. I somehow made it through the wash, happy to be dry but knowing I didn't have long. I drove home, planning to go immediately into the condo, upstairs into the bathroom tub, and let it all out in my jeans. But by the time I got home, the pain in my bladder had subsided enough that I made an incredibly foolhardy decision... I would go for a walk around the very large block our condo complex was on, and enjoy the last of the sunset, just to see how far I could push my bladder. Maybe I'd start dribbling 🙂 So, off I went, and it was fine. For the first half of the walk. The entire block was probably about 1/2 a kilometre, or about 1/4 of a mile to walk around it. At the halfway point my need to pee came surging back with force, and I almost pissed myself on the sidewalk, beside a main roadway with cars whizzing by, in front of a pretty girl walking her dog! I managed to somehow hold it yet again, but I wasn't sure if I was going to make it back home again. And since I was halfway around the block, there were no shortcuts back. One way or the other would be the same distance. So I kept going, clenching every muscle I had to keep that pee in my bladder and out of my jeans. Again, I wanted a genuine accident, and I was turned on, but I didn't want the embarrassment of walking in visibly peed pants past my neighbours and my roommates. I honestly don't know how I made it back because every 10 steps it felt like I had to walk slower and bend over a little to avoid wetting myself entirely. All while trying not to look like a weirdo doing a pee-pee dance. I made it into the condo, and lo and behold, my roommate was in the kitchen making supper! He started talking to me, asking me where I had gone, discussing something about his classes that day, etc. I did my best to make non-hyperventilated chit chat in response, all while freaking out inside. Luckily there was a big wall pillar between the entrance and the kitchen, so he couldn't see me at all times, allowing me to dance and hold myself. After about a minute or two of this conversation, my bladder burst. I felt the pee start spurting out of my cock and into my boxers and jeans. It was uncontrolled, just like I had wanted, but it was in front of my roommate, which was not at all what I wanted!! Jet after jet of hot piss flowed out of my cock, each one more powerful than the last, soaking the front of my boxers quickly as I felt it start running down my clenched thighs. Luckily, again, my roommate did not see me and I somehow made a comment that ended my portion of the conversation abruptly (something like, I have to head upstairs quick, I'll be back down in a bit). I bounded up the stairs to our second floor, peeing my jeans the entire way in big spurts. I managed to get control of it for a couple of seconds as I grabbed my laptop from my room, entered the bathroom, and locked the door. Then I proceeded to jump in the tub just in time to let the floodgates burst open. Hot wet piss exploded into my pants and further soaked my crotch and ass, and cascaded in rivers down both legs front and back. I swear I peed my pants for 2 minutes straight. It's one of the wettest I've ever been! Everything was soaked, and my aching bladder finally had the chance to rest after probably 2 hours of holding after university. I sighed as my eyes rolled back in my head, enjoying the uncontrolled accident, the warmth of my pants, the naughtiness of what I almost did in public, and I proceeded to watch a bunch of wettingherpanties movies and masturbate to an amazing orgasm. The end.
    3 points
  5. Villian Suit trouble

    From the album: Sketches & Ideas

    Hi there my folks! howdy! I’ve been having a busy and hasty month, with a few bad news and unexpected surprises, so I haven't had much inspiration to art. But at least I could make a decent finished illustration with fievel *chuckles* That was a comission( If you comission me, it will motivate me to do more art Please do 😄 ) And I did this little sketch to show y’all I appreciate you a lot and I haven't forgotten you! I was a bit embarassed and mortified cos I tried topost this one on deviantArt and they took it down because someone said it was "gross". And someone on fA told me, literally with these words that "it was disgusting". And felt bad cos I don't mean to offend anybody! I just make this kind of art for peeps who like this. So I guess I'll only post my omo work here from now on... One of the peeps on my Patreon suggested that it would be cool to see my original character Nivah on a wet type predicament. And I really liked the idea of having a character so tough and conceited like her in this kind of vulnerable situation. I mean, think about it! The idea of a supervillain who likes to dress with the finest and most expensive clothes being desperate, wetting her clothes and feeling embarrassed cracked me up so much I could’t miss the opportunity to draw it down! XD And specially cos knowing her I imagined she was going to try and stay cool like if nothing happens cos she wouldn’t want anyone to know she’s desperate (cos that in her opinion, would make her look as weak) until the very end, that of course finished with a wetting XD I vividly imagined her saying "oh shit!" for the wetting dialogue when I was drawing this, I must say. *chuckles* But at the end I didn't write it down and I just hinted at it with censorship, cos I wasn't sure if it you'd like it or not. Or what is tumbrl’s community and tumbrl’s moderators opinion is about swear words in general. In any case, I hope you like it! And feel free to comment! 😄 I'll be glad to hear your opinion about this drawing, and in general of the idea of a villainess wetting her pants on a genuine accident like in this case.

    © cephy

    3 points
  6. From my experience anecdotally key in lock or locked out accidents are the most common type of real accident. It's very unusual for a woman to wet herself when walking down the street in broad daylight or on the train. If you want to make a realistic video this is the most plausible scenario. It has even been scientifically documented. "The most frequently reported environmental cues were “On the way to the bathroom” and “Arrival at home/opening front door”;' https://journals.lww.com/jwocnonline/Abstract/2014/05000/Cues_to_Urinary_Urgency_and_Urge_Incontinence__How.13.aspx
    3 points
  7. Heres a pee scene in the band documentary L7: Pretend That We're Dead. One of the members pees in a gas station. 28:03 Try to name the band member that pees. Donita Sparks Suzi Gardner Jennifer Finch Demetra Plakas
    3 points
  8. Chapter 151 Megan. Dad offers to drop me off at work on the way to hospital to see mam but it’s such a beautiful day I am happy to walk. I kiss Yasmin goodbye and shout up to Rory as I check with Theresa that she has everything she needs for the baby. Dad drives off with Anthony sitting in the front beside him and I grab my clutch bag for my phone and purse and head away. I’m just thinking to myself of where to take Chelsea on such a beautiful afternoon and what we have in to make for dinner later when I get home when my mobile rings. It’s Liam. He’s already sent me pictures and videos of his new suit and I am dying to tell him how attractive, sexy even, he looks in it. His entire physique seems to change in the tailored material making him look happier, healthier and even more handsome than ever. I can’t resist saving the pics to my phone to look at again later. But there’s more! I knew about the heart room at the parochial house, having helped out there many times, and I know St. Mary’s helps widely in the community so hearing of Father Reilly giving clothes to my boyfriend doesn’t shock me much…but the money? I’m very aware that there are emergency funds, charity giving and so on but two hundred pounds to someone Father Reilly has only just met? That’s unheard of in all my years of chapel going! I’m every bit in awe and shock as Liam is, almost in tears, as I turn into the McGintley’s street. I’ve always accepted Liam isn’t Catholic. It’s not even something I think about much either, though admittedly it was amazing to see him in chapel earlier, so to hear him mention he was given a Bible today sends my heart turning. Having him believe wouldn’t in any way make me love him more, in fact I’m not sure that would even be possible, but it would bring an added connection, a greater compatibility, maybe even an acceptance from my family. I don’t want to push him or force my religion and beliefs onto him but I can’t shake this powerful sense that God’s hand is on him right now. “God works in mysterious ways. He’s looking after you Liam”, I say hoping he’s ok with that. I had no idea that was something his aunt used to say. I really wish I had got to meet her. I know he’s got to go back to England next weekend but I’ve been trying so hard not to think about it. I’m not ready for him to go. The idea of days, possibly even a week or more without him here in Bangor breaks me. Plus I am worried about him going on his own. It’s not just the funeral but from seeing what dad had to do when his brother died a few years ago I have some idea about the huge amount of sorting, organising and clearing that comes with putting someone’s affairs in order when they pass away. Liam hasn’t mentioned his aunt’s house, or anything else she owns, or what he plans to do. I am concerned it might all be too much but deep down I have another hidden concern that weighs on me like a noose around my neck: what if Liam doesn’t come back? What if returning to England brings back too many memories, has too many ties, is just easier all round, than coming back to Bangor? I love Bangor but even I confess it’s appeal is limited, it’s career prospects restricted, it’s weather grim at times. Of course it had occurred to me to go with him. I would do anything to make that possible but with mam already in hospital it’s hard enough juggling the care of the boys and Yasmin, let alone the fact I can’t let the McGintley’s down either. The funeral is a week on Monday too and I’ve promised Rory a party on Saturday. It just doesn’t seem possible, even besides the practicalities of cost of the tickets, where I would stay and what I would eat. It’s just how to tell Liam that in less than a minute as each step gets me closer to Chelsea’s house, without leaving him upset. Thankfully he seems ok as I ring off and chap the letterbox of the McGintley’s. Mr McGintley answers inviting me in. I notice Chelsea isn’t ready waiting as he beckons me into their living room and invites me to sit down. I’m nervous and anxious wondering if he’s found out about me picking up Liam in the van to get his daughter from school, or inviting him along to the cinema on Friday? Whilst Chelsea herself couldn’t say perhaps someone saw and news got back to him? I can’t bring myself to look him in the eye as I finally see Chelsea sitting in the kitchen in her wheelchair at the table. “I’m sorry Chelsea isn’t ready Megan. Liz isn’t feeling well. She’s been in bed all day. I know you’ve been taking Chelsea out places and having fun but I jut wanted to talk to you before you start work today. There’s a couple of things I need to mention to you and I don’t think Liz has said yet. Has she mentioned about Thursday?” I look up confused. “Was I meant to have Chelsea on Thursday? I’m sorry. Liz didn’t say. I was sure it was Tuesday and Friday last week. Please feel free to text me if that happens again. I hate to think of Chelsea thinking I didn’t come. Liz never even said too.” Mr McGintley places his palm towards me like a policeman stopping traffic as he smiles. “No. No. Not last Thursday. This Thursday coming. My wife has a hospital appointment. She has tried to reschedule for earlier in the day but unfortunately the consultant isn’t available until the afternoon. Regrettably it’s at 4pm so that’s leaving us with a bit of a problem you see. I have a meeting I can’t get out of that afternoon but we are struggling to find someone able to have Chelsea after school. I know we have already asked so much of you, and of course we will always pay you for your time. A good friend of ours has agreed to take Liz to the hospital but that doesn’t help us with Chelsea.” I feel awful. I glance through to Chelsea sitting alone in the kitchen. None of this is her fault and I hate letting her down but Thursday is Rory’s birthday and I’ve already promised him he can have his friends around after school. I look up at Mr McGintley unsure what to say without feeling like I’m kicking him in the teeth. “Thursday is my little brother’s birthday.” “Please please don’t worry. It’s our responsibility, our problem. We just thought we’d ask you first.” I don’t know why I say it, and I haven’t even thought of the practicalities or feasibility of it in any way, but before I can even stop myself the words are out. “Well, maybe I could still help, that’s if you don’t object to Chelsea being at my house? She could come along and join in the fun with the kids? It’s just two of Rory’s friend’s coming around for a couple of hours after school. No loud music or flashing lights or anything, just two of his friends having snacks and seeing what Rory gets for his birthday and singing happy birthday. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind Chelsea joining in if you don’t? Would the bus be able to drop her at mine’s or would I be better picking her up?” Mr McGintley looks at me relieved, his eyes watery and his face smiling. “I think Chelsea would love that. No-one thinks to invite her to things like that you know. It’s one of the hardest things I struggle with with her being so far away for school. She never sees friends, never gets invited to parties. She’s not ever around kids her age. How old will your brother be?” “He’s turning 10.” “Oh goodness. Just months older than Chelsea really. What does he like? Football, video games, wresting?” “Lego, nerf guns and video games mostly really.” “Sounds fun. I’ll speak to Liz and see what she thinks about the bus or you getting her. The other thing is that we are going away next weekend for a couple of weeks. I have the Easter holidays off and we are heading over to Scotland to visit family. We’ll still pay you and I’ll give you the three weeks money next Saturday if that’s ok? We go away every Easter usually and a couple of weeks in summer too. Liz thought with your brothers off school you’d probably be glad to have a break too. I better go get Chelsea ready now or she’ll be yelling at me. There’s only so long The Greatest Showman on my iPad will entertain her for. She loves that film!” I stand up and follow him towards their big kitchen and my friend Chelsea. Looking at her in her wheelchair I suddenly wonder how I’ll ever get her into my house, and that’s before I even tell dad what I’ve agreed to. I hope everything is going ok at the hospital today because I need dad in a good mood tonight when I tell him. The last thing I need is being shouted at again!
    3 points
  9. A/N: While these next few sections are going to be way shorter than the 8k machine that was section 3.2, that doesn't mean they won't have more omorashi content. For those who are fans of Karenna, the next few sections will be integral in development of her character as well. As always, feedback and critique is not only welcome but anticipated! It's the best way to improve on anything in life. Also, suggestions for scenarios that you'd like to see written can be included in the interlude sections. Next Update will be on Saturday 10/30/2021. Section 3.3: A Women's Nature Mary-Ann rushed over to Karenna, the black woman had tears streaming down her face. Mary-Ann put a gentle hand on her back. “Hey. Hey. Hey. It’s ok, I’m here.” Mary-Ann spoke in a soothing tone Without saying a word Karenna spun around and hugged Mary-Ann. Her head rested just below Mary-Ann’s breasts. Karenna said nothing. She sniffled, unable to keep her emotions in check. As she hugged Mary-Ann, her fingers dug into her boss’s back. Through coughs and wails she could make out Karenna begging her with a word or two. Please and don’t seemed to be the only words she was capable of speaking through her sorrow. Mary-Ann held her and stroked her back, Karenna’s tears soaking her shirt. Karenna’s breathing was still irregular even as her most dramatic convulsions were subsiding. In a whisper she uttered “Please don’t fire me…I-I-I didn’t mean to.” The thought of Sarah’s words still stabbed her through the heart “It’s fine. I know what its like.” Mary-Ann kept her answers short. She wanted to give Karenna time to cry. Instead loosening her grip on Mary-Ann; Karenna held her tighter. Her emotions shifted from worry and fear for her future to thankfulness and appreciation for her boss, her friend. Her pants were still damp, and as she rubbed against Mary-Ann’s, her shirt began to absorb some of her boss’s pee stain as well. Even as her breathing returned to normal, she still whimpered, finally releasing Mary-Ann from her embrace. She looked at the ground, not wanting to meet Mary-Ann’s eyes. Breaking the silence first, Mary-Ann spoke softly “Do you want to talk about it?” Karenna nodded. As she walked towards the couch in the middle of the living area, she wiped her tears. As she sat down, her damp khaki’s pressed against her butt. She felt cold as her pants were far from drying, but the shiver that ran from her genitals up her back was different. Her cold pants and the sight of Mary-Ann’s, as she sat down, intrigued Karenna. She could just make out Mary-Ann’s panties through her pee soaked pants. Her boss sat on a chair facing Karenna, and spoke first “You know the mind is a funny thing Karenna. I would never fire you for something like this.” She motioned to her own pants. “And it’d be just a little hypocritical, don’t you think?” Karenna nodded “It’s not just that though. Sarah said…” Karenna felt tears welling up in her eyes as another wave of emotion came over her. “She called me an animal.” Karenna stared to cry again “Said t-t-that she w-was embarrassed that she’d have to tell you…” Karenna paused, unsure if she wanted to repeat the phrase. The only sound between the two women was the whimper of a distraught Karenna. She wanted to tell Mary-Ann the whole story. “She said she’d have to tell you that I pissed my pants.” It felt good to say it “And that when I got a new job- she hoped that I could make it through the first day without p-peeing my pants.” It was still hard to say “I guess I would make a bad candidate by her criteria.” Mary-Ann smiled. She got a snort out of Karenna. “I’m sorry she yelled at you like that-“ Karenna interrupted her, anger at the entire situation forced her to speak out. She wanted Mary-Ann to be angry at Sarah too. “No! It’s not just that. S-she made me tell her my age. Said that I’m 23 and she shouldn’t have to be the one telling me to stop peeing myself.” The forcefulness of Karenna’s words made Mary-Ann tread carefully, but she still spoke honestly “She doesn’t have the right to talk to you like that. And she shouldn’t have made you feel like I was going to fire you. I know what it’s like to think that you might lose a job-“ “No you don’t!” Karenna covered her tearing eyes with her hands. “You don’t know me. You…you don’t know…” Karenna was choking on her own tears. Mary-Ann let her speak. “You don’t know what this means to me…” She wiped her hands away and looked her teary eyes up at Mary-Ann “You don’t know what you’ve meant to me.” Mary-Ann didn’t know what to say. She tried to stammer out a thank you but Karenna continued to pour out her emotions. Her voice was raised to a level Mary-Ann had never heard from her “Do you know what its like…To grow up, to…to feel like no one cares about you? That everything is made for you to fail. That is there is no hope?” Mary-Ann stayed silent as Karenna’s voice cracked and dropped again “To be made fun of and called names- because you’re too smart? To have nothing to return home to? To…to have a b-brother…” She stopped to cry. Karenna put her head back in her hands. She continued to cry for a while, all the while Mary-Ann tried to give her space. Yet she couldn’t help but feel like Karenna needed to emote, and wouldn’t without a light press from Mary-Ann. “You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to. If he hurt you-” “No. No, not me. My grandmother, he robbed her. Beat her when she wouldn’t give him any money. He hated me too. Do you know what it’s like to come home scared every day? That might be the day your own brother snaps? That he might hit you again? I-I’m sorry. Y-you don’t want me to tell you all this.” “I’m listening as long as you need me to.” Karenna tried to thank her boss, but choked on her tears again. An ugly cough was the only noise that she made. She sniffled and stymied her tears and continued “I needed something. Anything to get me out of that house. Off that block. Nia had basketball. I didn’t have much. I found your ad for a sales position. I-I lied on the resume. Mary-Ann, I lied to you to get out of there. I had no college, no nothing. That wasn’t my GPA. I’m…I’m sorry. I am. But you understand?” Mary-Ann nodded. “Those first few months. You did what you said. You trained me, you helped me when I didn’t understand something-“ Trying to stay humble Mary-Ann argued “That’s what every good employer does.” Almost yelling at her Karenna shot back “Can you just TAKE a complement?” Her voice now nearly shouting “You don’t even." She paused. Unsure if she should be this vulnerable. She lowered her voice “You can’t know what its like to be less than dirt. To feel like if you were gone tomorrow that no one would care. That they m-might not even notice.” Karenna felt her tears again. Just behind her eyes. “You were the first one. The first person I could point to and say that she gave a damn about me. Every Friday. When you tell me to ‘be safe and make the right choice’. I know its small to you, but. Mary-Ann. Thank you. Thank you for caring.” Both women now had tears running down their cheeks. With each in cool, wet pants, they were nearly a mirror image. “You were the first person I wanted to get up and impress. I want to be like you- I..I want you to be proud of me.” Mary-Ann could hardly whisper though her own emotions “I am. D-don’t you worry about that.” The two shared a smile as Mary-Ann wiped her face. Karenna swallowed hard as she continued her story “T-to be told that you would…that you would hate me for this or…or that you would fire me.” Karenna looked down at the floor. “It hurt. It hurt bad enough that I wet my pants but to be told that you would hate me for it...” “You know that’s not true. Hey, it was me who did it first anyway.” Mary-Ann smiled Karenna smiled back, her emotions starting to be back under her control. “Yeah. But I still feel like…like I let you down. Sarah said that I carry your name with me as long as I’m your employee. She’s right. I don’t want to ruin your reputation. I-I don’t want to let you down.” “Karenna. I had no idea, I really didn’t. And you’ve been the best person for the job. I really think your one of the main reasons for my success. I feel like I can just be honest with any idea with you. That you don’t just want to make me happy- that you care about telling me the truth. And, to be honest, I was so scared of losing YOU a few months ago.” “Really?” Karenna’s voice came out in a squeal, surprised. “Uh-huh. Here- I had just finished peeing…though my pantyhose” Mary-Ann again motioned to the current state of her legs. She was trying to connect with Karenna, but it didn’t mean the story was less awkward to tell. “And for probably 3 hours I was just hoping that I could hide until you left. I mean, I had ruined that rug, my underwear, everything, and then Donavan just had to call.” Karenna giggled, recalling the story “So I just tried to walk really fast so that you wouldn’t notice.” Karenna laughed “There was no hiding that!” Mary-Ann snickered too “But as soon as you asked- I thought it was over. I thought that there would be no way you would respect me or want to work for me after that.” “Honestly, my first thought was to try and help you. It’s just…I want to be like you. I look up to you. You don’t get to where you are by peeing your pants. Mary-Ann was about to say something about it, but decided against it. Instead she asked “I’m really glad we had this talk. But I’m sure you want to get out of those. Mine are freezing.” Karenna agreed, as the two stood up, Mary-Ann initiated another hug “Listen, I really didn’t know what you were going through. I’m sorry I haven’t done more. You know you can call me anytime- about anything. I really see you as a good friend.” They smiled at each other as they broke the embrace. As Karenna walked towards the bathroom, her shoes still squeaked on the way over. Mary-Ann felt like she had to pee again. Wanting to give Karenna some time, she decided to wait. She grabbed her book on psychology and leadership off of the table and sat back down in the now damp chair. Her legs were still cold. Karenna shut the bathroom door behind her. In the mirror, she finally got another perspective on how she looked. Not only was the crotch of her pants soaked, but the stain had traveled the entire length of her thighs. She turned around. From halfway up her butt to the backsides of her legs were completely stained. Turning back around, she put her hand back in front of her crotch. Like fitting together the pieces to a puzzle she could see how her pee had hit her hand and tinted more of her pants space. She put her hand on her crotch. The coolness of her wet pants contrasted with the heat of her womanhood. A sensational wave of pleasure ran throughout her body. She crossed her legs, repeating the pose she had been in not an hour before. With her now wet pants, the pose made her feel different. What if she had lost control in front of Mary-Ann instead? If Sarah hadn’t have been there, would Karenna have enjoyed it? Karenna wanted to bury the thought. But she couldn’t. What if Mary-Ann had been comforting her while she was wetting? Mad at her own lust she took off her shirt and bra. Turning on the water, she scolded herself for even thinking of her confidant that way. But she couldn’t deny her arousal. Mary-Ann had been subject to the sounds of the shower for nearly a half an hour. While it had distracted her from reading, it also had amplified her need to pee. While certainly not desperate by any means, if she were alone, she would have already gone by now. Putting her book back down, she reflected on her conversation with Karenna. She had always wanted to be a good boss, but now she felt different. Now she wanted to protect her. She wanted Karenna to know that others cared for her. That others could respect her. And though Sarah had helped Mary-Ann in owning her own mortgage company, what she had said to Karenna stuck with Mary-Ann. Did she feel the right to talk to her employees that way? Maybe she spoke to her own staff that way, but to insinuate what actions Mary-Ann was going to take? Mary-Ann exhaled. A small voice in the back of her head told her that she had failed. Failed as a leader and as a boss. Karenna’s ego and self-esteem might have been ruined by some rich woman who had everything handed to her. And what had she as a leader done? Nothing. She had been passive, she let Karenna talk and took no action. She decided to change that. Taking out her phone, she made a note to call Sarah as soon as she got back, but for Karenna’s ego she was a little puzzled. A talk about her astronomical sales numbers would be enough if it was work related but this was personal. Mentally, she thought through their conversation. Karenna had said something at the end. You don’t get to where you are by peeing your pants. Taking from her book notes, Mary-Ann decided she would teach by doing. She waited until she heard the shower water stop. Standing back up, Mary-Ann walked out to the balcony. Opening the sliding glass door, the warm of the western sun showered her body. It felt exquisite on her body. The concrete terrace was guarded by a stucco wall, high enough to keep pets, children or drunken adults from falling 30 stories down. Leaning back against the wall, Mary-Ann took in the sun, and watched for the bathroom door to open. Karenna was clean but she couldn’t shake the downtrodden sentiment that had stuck with her. As she slipped on her dark jeans, she shot a glance over to her ruined khakis. Hi my names Karenna, and you should use me as your mortgage broker because I piss my pants. Somehow she didn’t think she’d be successful with that reputation. Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe she couldn't represent her field that well if she couldn’t even control herself. As she opened the bathroom door, she hoped she and Mary-Ann could drink tonight. She wanted to forget. That was her cue. As the bathroom door opened, Mary-Ann could just make out the shape of Karenna’s body. If she let go now, she was sure it would still be obvious enough to her friend. As she had done numerus times, Mary-Ann relaxed her bladder. Almost immediately, her cold pants were refilled with hot pee. Her already wet pink panties quickly overflowed as her bladder began to drain itself into them. The warmth heated her damp legs as it blossomed out of her groin, and spread down her already damp pants. Her new flowing urine followed a nearly identical pattern as it caused her pants to be completely see through- her pink panties were now visible as a small stream fell directly into them and through her already ruined pants. “Nice day still, isn’t it.” One of the neighbors had come outside. Her lower half still invisible, Mary-Ann turned towards him. Still peeing. “Yeah, it’s quite warm.” The man must have never saw her. He was speaking to his wife. He quickly waved at Mary-Ann before ducking back inside. Laughing at herself for the awkward interaction, Mary-Ann wondered if he heard the splattering of her urine on the concrete. Even if he did, there was no way he could have known why that sound was audible. Turning back around, Mary-Ann was finishing peeing her pants. She manipulated her toes in her puddle as her pants started to cool again. Karenna was walking towards the sliding door. As Karenna opened the door, it slid open with ease, allowing her to feel the warm sun almost immediately. She was surprised at how cool the concrete still was on her bare feet. She observed the skyline for a moment. It held some beauty to her. She looked at Mary-Ann, intending to ask her if they could hit a bar. She was taken aback by how noticeable her boss’s panties were. The pink color was obvious in her wet pants. But Karenna noticed how glossy they looked. Curiously, she looked down, a dark puddle at her boss’s feet. “Did you-“ “Pee my pants again? Yes. I didn’t know how long you were going to be and I had to go. Couldn’t do anymore damage, could I?” “No. I guess not.” “You know a guy came out here while I was going. He had no idea I was wetting myself.” Mary-Ann smirked Karenna didn’t know how to respond. Mary-Ann took the reins. “I don’t think it effected my sales one bit. In fact, if he did notice, he certainly didn’t seem to care.” Karenna nodded. Mary-Ann prodded some more “Even though I just peed my pants, I still think I’m going to be successful.” Karenna was still silent. She wasn’t sure how to feel. “But you know what? I still know you’re going to be successful. Even if you peed your pants too.” Mary-Ann smiled Karenna smiled back, overcome by what Mary-Ann was willing to do to cheer her up. Finally she knew what to say “I will be.”
    3 points
  10. I have a strong aversion to peeing outside, but one major fantasy is being desperate enough that I consider peeing outside. I agonize over it, and ultimately decide that I simply can't hold it in. Then, the moment I start urinating outside, I get caught and punished (obviously I don't get to finish peeing either)
    3 points
  11. Part 1.5/2 this is mostly a bit I cut out of part 2 giving closure to exactly what happens next. Hope it tides everyone over for a bit. I will ask what everyone’s option on how I handle pronouns in this is. Sarah is the POV character so it makes sense to use her for everything but with Eeve should I go he or her? Mostly just asking to see what readers want me to use, both kinda make sense because Eeve is a guy but also wants to keep his real identity as separate as possible from his character in games usually. Sarah moved her eyes from the tree to the clearly desperate Eeve behind her. “Oh, uh, just um. Just pull you panties down, hike your skirt up and squat. Not much to it.” ”Ok.” Eeve nervously under their skirt and slid their panties down to their knees. Sarah could see a clearly defined damp patch in the center. Eeve pulled the front of her skirt up to her stomach and sit down into a squat. ”Hey move your feet apart, you’ll get your shoes wet.” Sarah said before moving her head back around to deal with her own issues. ”Oh, ok, thanks” Eeve said awkwardly. She spread her feet further apart as a uncontrolled spurt erupted from between her legs. She sighed in relief as the loud hiss filled the air around her. She leaned back slightly, causing her to loose balance and fall onto her back. “Ah!” Her pee began to run down, pooling on the back of her skirt around her butt. She shot her hands to her crotch to force the flow shut. Sarah looked around at her again. “Hey, try propping your back up against that tree over there.” Eeve awkwardly stood up and hobbled over to the tree before leaning back against and and removing her hands, letting a flow start again. She looked down to see a massive damp stop on her skirt and underwear. She sighed loudly with a frown forming on her face. “Thanks, for all the help I gave you I sure made a mess.” Sarah finished peeing before pulling her pants up and walking over, making sure not to look below Eve’s waist. “Heatwave” she said out loud causing a blast of dry air to erupt from her hand and fly towards Eeve. “That should dry you off at least. Though you’ll have to wash those later I guess.” ”Thanks. But we shouldn’t have to worry about washing too much. Clothes reset stains and battle damage when we walk in city bounds.” Eeve said, her almost robotic demeanor returning. ”Well that’s good at least.” Sarah said turning her eyes away. “Hey I know you didn’t want to talk about real life but i’m gonna go out on a limb and say you found that glitch too.” Eeve blushed and looked down. “Yeah I found it, I thought I was the only one. I usually play female characters and I was curious what it would be like i’m this.” ”Figured. Hey mind I stick around you for a while, encase I need… help with something again?” Eeve pulled his underwear back up and stood up again. “Sure, we’re partied up after all, kind of our job to help each other.”
    3 points
  12. Chapter 150 Liam My legs and heart are in competition with each other as I wonder what’s actually racing faster as I swing the paper bag of goods in my arm, sprinting manically towards my flat and a toilet at last. The sweat is pouring out of me as the sun shines brightly and the warmth of a fresh spring day beats down on me. I have to make it. I have to. Holding my breath, as if it somehow helps, I charge down Victoria street focussed on nothing but my own front door. Adrenaline pumping through my muscles and carrying me along, my head spinning, my teeth clenched, as every single second matters greatly. Climbing my own front stairs I splutter and pant as I shake my left leg frantically while I dig in my right side pocket for my key. I press against my penis with my fingers as I pull it out muttering to myself in desperation as I put the key in the lock and turn it. “Gotta piss! Gotta piss! Come on Liam, you can make it!” I let the door close itself with no time to check if it even closed fully as my steps quicken as I drop the bag from the priest in the hall and almost fall into the bathroom. I pull at the button on my jeans, almost ripping them, as I then hurriedly unzip and try to get my dick out before I explode. I fumble with the small intricate fiddly buttons on my underwear, almost crying because I have to pee so much. Unable to stand still I give up as a tiny leak appears on the material and I gasp as I urgently pull my penis out the leg hole, aim haphazardly towards the toilet, and let go. The feeling of release is incredible, like floating in air, as the weight of the world lifts off my shoulders and I feel suddenly free and calm. “Wow! Finally!” I allow my body all the time it needs to free itself from the tension caused by my overfull bladder. It comes in waves of fast outpouring, then shorter quicker spurts, then a longer continuous flow again as every organ in my body breathes a sigh of relief that I made it on time. It feel good, incredibly good, as the last of my urine dribbles out as I shake and wipe. That feels so much better. I actually made it! After washing my hands I return to close the front door properly then pick up the bag I dropped and take it into the kitchen and place it on the table. I make myself some simple tinned tomatoes on toast with a cup of coffee then move into the living room to explore the bag more. At the very top is a black suit jacket which I slide my arms in then pull it onto my shoulders and fasten the buttons. It feels good, perfect even, almost like it was made for me. I slide it back off as my eyes catch the label: Dolce and Gabbana! Wow! Even Lauren Bennet would approve for once! Admiring the jacket a bit more I hang it neatly over the back of the armchair while I take out the next item; a brand new still in its packet white shirt. I open it carefully, not recognising the logo this time at all, as I take the pins and packaging all off and remove my own shirt to try it on. It’s crisp and firm feeling, but once again fits perfectly and sits well on my shoulders and neck. I pull the jacket back on feeling like a whole new man, though my jeans ruin the style rather a lot! I undo and step out my jeans as I nervously pull out the next piece of clothing the priest gave me: a pair of black trousers. I step into them carefully and pull them up, finding them neat at my ankles but just right at the waist. I slide my feet into my old trainers and see that the ankles are fine with footwear on as I feel myself getting a little emotional again as I fish out the black tie and fasten it neatly, taking me right back to my years at high school in an instant. I long to see myself properly, the way others would, as I try and think wether I have a big enough mirror. I then have an idea. Propping my phone up on the windowsill I put it onto video and then timer and video myself from different angles to see how I look. Watching it back I gasp at how smart and professional I look and at the miracle of finally having something perfectly fitting to wear to honour my wonderful aunt. I slowly remove the clothes, being carefully to keep all three items neat and clean, as I excitedly send Megan a message via Facebook to show her. It’s the first either of us have contacted each other since chapel and I’m desperate to tell her all about the priest’s house, the ‘heart room’ full of amazing things and the generosity of Father Reilly. It’s only as I refold the clothing to return it to the bag to carry to my room that I notice an envelope in the bottom of the bag under the little Bible the priest gave me too. Thinking it might just be a card with the chapel details on or something I open it to see. At first it seems I was right as a card with a black and white picture of St. Mary’s chapel, Bangor faces me as I let my thumb touch the very place at the side of the building where not only did Megan find me once after a panic attack but I also saw her the day of her brother’s first communion when she was pacing up and down with her sister in the buggy whilst obviously bursting to pee. The card feels bulky as I open it and stare at what’s inside. Shocked, amazed and in awe I phone Megan and catch her just as she’s walking to work. “I have to tell you something Megan. It’s amazing. I still can’t believe it. After chapel Father Reilly took me into his house. He gave me a Bible. Then he took me to that outhouse place he calls the heart room. He somehow miraculously knew my clothes size and..well you saw the pictures I sent of the clothes he gave me. I’m almost crying I’m so taken aback Meg! Why did he do that? Oh and that’s not all! There’s a card in the bag too. From St.Mary’s. I can barely hold it together to say this but…Megan there’s £200 cash in it with a note in the card saying ‘for the trip to England and back for the funeral.’ Megan what should I do?” “Emmm I would buy tickets to get to England if I was you….” There’s a pause as her voice touches me in the way it always has from the very first word she ever said to me right back in the launderette. I’m trying to think of how to reply when her voice returns, quieter, gentler, softer… “God works in mysterious ways Liam. He’s looking after you.” “You know that’s exactly the sort of thing aunt Ella would have said….Megan…will you come with me to England please…” “Oh. I don’t know. I want to. I’d love to in fact but I promised Rory a birthday party on Saturday, and I have Yasmin to look after and my work too. . I can’t let everyone down Liam. I can’t just up and leave even if I really wanted to. I want to come though, so much. I just don’t see how it’s possible.” “I understand. It was just a thought.” “Liam, if I could I would. I just wish there was a way. I’ve just arrived at the McGintley’s but I’ll text or call later. And Liam…I am so thrilled about the suit. I love you. Speak soon!” Her voice stays with me even after she rings off as I find myself talking out loud just like the priest did in the chapel earlier beside me. “God please make a way. You know how much I want this.”
    3 points
  13. Hey there, everyone, BlueScreen here! Don't remember me? Not surprising! I post and then vanish into the abyss for years at a time. Oops. Anyways, I've been solo-developing an omorashi puzzle platformer over the past couple of weeks in the hopes of sharing a cool concept with you all. This definitely takes inspiration from other games, I don't even think I could name them all, but I have liked the idea of "girl pees into container, but the container is linked to her bladder, so in order to keep it from getting worse, she has to hold it." I always wished that I could find a game or simulator related to this, but never could, or at least not for free (I'm very cheap). So I made one. "Rain Drop is a librarian who discovers a map to an ancient pyramid. Her spirit of adventure gets the better of her and she quickly finds herself trapped pyramid, where the only escape is a series of puzzles. Upon entering the first chamber, the massive stone door scrapes shut and a gurgling sound echoes off the walls. A clear, dark puddle slowly spreads across the sandstone tiles from deep holes in the walls. As the water rises, Rain places a hand between her legs, 'I wonder if there's a bathroom in here, somewhere...'" There's a lot about this game that's still being revised, possibly even a last-minute change to parts Rain's character design, but I'm getting close to the later/middle stages of development. I was hesitant to post this, to be honest, as I wanted to have enough done to be unable to give up on it. How embarrassing would it be if I started this and never finished (*nervous laughter*)? Just wanted to seed some interest to fuel my work, hopefully this doesn't disappoint too much. Thanks for reading, keep an eye out in the next couple months in this thread (I've heard that lots of people use their own site or Twitter for updates, so maybe I'll explore that, too) and enjoy these screenshots from the in-progress game: *Mods, please let me know if this isn't the right thread for this kind of material, I wasn't sure if it belonged in the 'rpgs' section, as I believe has been suggested previously, since this is just a development thread for now. I'm more than happy to move it! -BlueScreen
    2 points
  14. Susan sniffled, or at least she tried to. The congestion in her nose and throat refused to give way. She wiped at the beads of sweat on her forehead with the sleeve of the flannel pajama top she’d been wearing for the past 48 hours. A video droned on YouTube. Even with the windows open, her room felt stuffy, or maybe it was just her. “I feel gross,” she croaked. Little did she know, she was soon to feel grosser. “You look lovely as ever,” her girlfriend, Jen, quipped (an obvious lie). “Besides, this is probably you’re body’s way of telling you you need to rest. You’ve been working like crazy lately.” “…Yeah, but does this even count as rest? Wouldn’t rest be lazing around on a tropical island, drinking stuff with tiny umbrellas in it?” Jen stood up, snatching Susan’s empty tea cup. “You need more of this. Want me to put a tiny umbrella in it?” Susan sniffed again, rolling her eyes. “We don’t have any.” “Could make one out of used tissues.” “Ewww.” With a shrug, Jen existed the room, presumably to get more tea. Alone in bed, Susan shifted around. She kinda had to pee. Not badly, but… Uhg. Just the thought of standing made her dizzy, plus she’d have to get out from under her warm blankets. She could wait. A tickle in Susan’s throat made her cough, and she instinctually squeezed her legs shut. She opened up her phone on selfie mode, opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue. For how much her throat hurt, it didn’t look especially red or swollen. Her green eyes had dark circles under them, though. Jen had been calling them “panda eyes”. Susan loved how Jen always talked about her nicely, even when she was at her worst. Susan put down her phone and smiled at her girlfriend as she re-entered the room, baring a steaming cup of tea. Another cough escaped her throat, and she crossed her legs again. “You’re a godsend,” Susan said. “I am pretty awesome.” The two women sat together for a while, Susan enjoying her tea, and Jen enjoying Susan. The warm liquid tasted floral, though Susan couldn’t place a finger on exactly what kind of tea it was. It wasn’t rose, chamomile, or lavender, but it was soothing and laced with sweet honey. It calmed Susan’s throat and left her feeling drowsy. As she finished the tea, she rested her head on Jen’s shoulder. She didn’t plan to fall asleep, but before long she had. About an hour later, a cough tore from her throat, waking her up. “Aww, hon…” Jen rubbed her back, as though to lull her back to sleep. It might have worked, if not from the urgent pressure in Susan’s bladder. She coughed again, and felt a few drops of warmth spurt out between her legs. She sat up quickly, eyes widening, her breath hitching. “Babe, what is it?” “I have to…” Another big cough. Susan jammed her hands between her legs, and felt another spurt of warm liquid flow out around them. Her skin felt clammy and prickly, and her heart was racing. No way was she going to wet her pants in front of Jen. She swallowed back a cough. It felt like choking. Actually, she already had wet herself, but not very much. At least she hoped not very much, and not very obviously. Maybe, if she was careful, she could hide what had already happened, and make it to the toilet without making a fool of herself. “Sue?” “Just gonna run to the bathroom.” Susan shot Jen a fake smile, and forced herself to slowly untangle herself from the blanket, angling herself so that maybe the wet spot on her crotch could be hidden. No such luck. “Baby, it looks like you already did.” Blushing, Susan covered the stain on the front of her pajamas with her hands, but it was pointless. Now that she was standing, she could feel that her bottom was also slightly wet. “I…” Susan couldn’t think of what to say, and even if she had been able to, it wouldn’t have mattered, because she promptly started coughing again. With each cough, another spurt of pee escaped her, making its way down her thighs. Jen took hold of her by the elbow. “Come on sweetheart, let’s see if we can get you to the toilet to finish up.” As Jen led her to the bathroom, tears leaked from Susan’s eyes. She was as helpless to stop them as she was to stop the urine leaking out between her legs. She was twenty-three years old, but in this moment she felt like a particularly stupid three year old. “We’re almost there,” Jen encouraged. They were standing right in front of the bathroom door. It was still too far. Susan gasped as her bladder gave up, releasing completely into her pajama pants. She just stood there, feeling silly and utterly defeated as it all poured out of her, creating a puddle on the floor, mere centimeters from a toilet. Jen was silent, as though stunned. Then, as Susan’s humiliating accident tapered off, Jen sighed and kissed the top of her head. “Never mind. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
    2 points
  15. Guys! Holy fucking shit this one has a place in my heart. 🤩 Backstory: busy as fuck all day. I filled up my usual 14 cups of water via my three water bottles as soon as I got to the office, but was so busy I didn't even start to drink them until like 2:00 p.m. By 4:15 I was halfway done and bouncing to help relieve the pressure a little because I still had so much work to do. Sitting in my desk chair, barefoot and kicking my feet about and squealing to hold on. Around 6:00 another co-worker reached out to me for a project that needed some massive hand holding and required some spreadsheet skills that only I had and this is one of the few co-workers I would do anything for so while writhing in agony at my desk I kept my headset on and started pulling data. Whenever we would talk I'd keep myself on mute so that she couldn't hear my sounds of misery and pleasure. Around 6:45 I hit "send" and then realized I still had one more thing to do but also that my bladder was not going to make it. So I had two choices and about 3 minutes to act. I could go use the ladies room like a normal person, a responsible person and then go back to my desk and get my work done. But, I really really wanted and needed an accident today. I had planned my day around getting out on time and then going someplace in the sunshine ( it was 80 and sunny today) and waiting to see what happened. But instead, here I was, sitting in this giant glass office, alone, as the sun set and it made the pressure in my bladder and on my urethra even more unbearable because I knew it meant all my holding was going to be for nothing and I would have to use the bathroom. But..... I didn't go. No idea why. Ya know when that happens? Funny. And the need to go kept getting worse. Crazily, I kept drinking water. I could feel the leaks. I was sitting down and bearing down on everything I had to hold it in and still it was gurgling out. And then I had a wonderfully delicious thought: 😈 What if I went and had my accident in the garage and then came back to work? I didn't know for sure that the garage was empty but typically I am the last one in the building. BUT, if I made a run for it ,I didn't have a backup plan. There's no bathrooms down there and I was not going to make it back in enough time to find one. So...Dear Reader, naturally that's what I did 😫 I had filmed the entirety of me running across the office, waiting for the elevator, riding the elevator down, running off the elevator, running towards my car and all the while squealing and cursing and moaning. But it turns out I, never hit "record". Btw-You'd be amazed how often this happens to me and how many great accidents are just memories. This really is a job for two people. And, well... the rest speaks for itself. I came very close to orgasming from this accident. It's not until I'm almost done gushing hot piss that I take a second and actually revel in it because up till then the pressure and intensity and panic was so strong I was running on pure adrenaline. After this video I returned to the office barefoot. Leaving little wet footmarks everywhere I went. I'm typing this from my work chair, still in this outfit, sitting in my wet skirt. Trying not to finger myself because I really really need to get this work done. *BTW*I love these fucking shoes. Leopard print velvet disco platform 4" mules. Be still my heart. They're going to have to bury me in them. I got them all wet and pissy. I love that. What I really want is to get fucked hard while I'm still wearing them after I have an accident. I want to have that accident while I lock eyes with a man. Not just any man, mind you. Blushing, humiliated by the people around me staring but trying to pretend they don't notice out of politeness. But putting on a show just for him. My pupils dilated. My breath fast. My color high. Hiding in my hair. Relieved that I'm finally getting a chance to release my bladder. Turned on and wet by all these sensations and knowing what comes next. I want to wear only these shoes and this gold necklace. I want to wrap my long thick wet legs around a man as he destroys my pussy. To feel him in-between my wet thighs and wrap my wet calves around his waist and lock eyes as he splits me in two. To have him fuck the new piss that's building, right out of me. I want this so badly. I crave it. I wake up in the middle of the night aching for it in my bones. Oh and bc this shirt is kinda see through I have a bodysuit on underneath. It basically looks like a black one piece bathing suit but it's open in front so I wear my own bra. I'm telling you this bc the bodysuit has hooks and eyes all the way up the front and the crotch and you can see the little silver metal pieces a bit. Volume UP bc you can hear me outside the car. And my tits are NOT different sizes. I just didn't do a good job of whipping them out lol. They are sufficiently symmetrical thank you very much! I hope you enjoy. I sure as fuck did. 😘 Oh, and I'll nest my mid afternoon holding/ suffering at my desk. InShot_20211101_184935236.mp4
    2 points
  16. Just some videos/images I found on Twitter! Credit the creators if you know who they are! Cgu6-Ejq3JkVRSUu.mp4 C7IS_4BiJheQOI8S.mp4 R5BYuclLIWuGO5Be.mp4 MjPb5OymDLUbH8QA.mp4 FCCyp6dWUAEaVzQ.mp4 OIxm2c7ZKFNCsFzC.mp4
    2 points
  17. "Please!"

    Oh oui! This is a huge turn on for me as well! , specially in the situations that some of you peeps said, when it comes from someone who is normally stoic and calm, or/and very dignified and doesn't like to show sings of having a need. I think maybe it's not that sexy for me specifically the word "please" when they say "please" to someone in who is clearly being mean denying the other person to go to the bathroom, because that makes me feel bad for the desperate person. But but I do love when they say "please hurry up!" or "please! I'm bursting!" to someone who is inside the bathroom but doing their bussines, not intentionally being mean and making them wait longer. It's just it makes me feel sad seeing people being mean to others, because when I was in elementary school people were mean to me intentionally getting on my way when I was desperate to not letting me to go to the bathroom, so I know that's totally not a pleasant thing to experience. But except that, yes I like people saying "please". Specially on the situations in general when someone is desperate and in panic, but at the same time hopefully praying to find a bathroom, like what @surrealexp said about praying to whatever deity they believe in: "Please let me make it to a bathroom". In fact most of the scripts for omo comics I've done (that I have written but haven't had the courage to draw yet *blushes*) go that way; with characters saying "please" but not talking to anyone in particular, but probably praying the God they believe in, to let them to make it to the bathroom. And since in my universes it happens very often that they are well developped, characters DO have a God/Gods they believe in, so I always make sure they mention it, and it's such a huge turn on for me oh mon dieu! Like for example in the case of one of my characters (whose name is anonymous for now due the fact my comic it's rated G) is an alien from a planet named...lets say "X" for now *chuckles* Whose religion it's heavily based on a Goddess named Gaia (but not the greek one, she just has the same name) he does talk to HER to let him to make it to the bathroom and not wetting his pants in public. And personally I think that's really cute and sexy at the same time, I think cute it's the new sexyI ^^
    2 points
  18. I recently saw an ad for a used bus. A Rafting firm currently owns it, and a funny slogan is written on the bus: We guarantee to wet your pants :)
    2 points
  19. Yes, that surprised me too! First time I wet these jeans everything ran into my shoes/on the ground and left the jeans almost dry, no visible signs of wetness at all. Three wettings/washes later they still resist a lot, but they´re not that black anymore, the wet patches are getting more obvious and I would have been nervous if i´d met any talkative neighbours in that state.
    2 points
  20. Almost waterproof jeans! Interesting how the first visible drops show on the middle of your thigh…
    2 points
  21. Fievel oopsie

    From the album: My furry omorashi Artwork

    As a bonus, here have a sequel of this image with the same pose. Also requested by Irvinegamer.

    © cephy

    2 points
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  23. Feeling lonely. Anybody wanna chat??
    2 points
  24. I reliably wet my bed after a night of drinking.
    2 points
  25. @yertle2012 a lil sumpin just for you from earlier tonight. InShot_20211028_210921132.mp4
    2 points
  26. I haven't bought it yet, but i came across this https://www.manyvids.com/Video/2737635/Diaper-Girl-Meets-Alien/ Seems she wets herself in fear before the alien diapers her. She seems like she puts a lot of effort into her videos so i feel optimistic that this will be good!
    2 points
  27. Chapter 149 Megan Walking home in the lunchtime sun dad is quiet again. Theresa comments that it was a lovely service and Anthony nods in agreement. I just can’t stop thinking about Liam and if he’s ok. Back in the house I suggest the boys play in the garden for a bit while I make lunch. Surprisingly dad offers to help as Theresa goes upstairs for a bit. I automatically go to put Yasmin in her high chair when dad opens his arms to take her. I hand him his daughter then butter some bread to make sandwiches. “I thought I’d make dinner later when you come back from seeing mam this afternoon? That ok?” Dad watches me, at first saying nothing and just nodding his head. I offer him a coffee while I finish making the sandwiches and put a plate of crisps on the table and another plate of chocolate biscuits. Dad carefully sips his drink whilst ensuring his baby daughter’s hands stay out of reach as he hands her a rich tea biscuit to snack on. I can see the boys kicking a ball to each other on the slabbed back garden as they make the most of the spring sunshine. It hardly seems any time since they were splashing in a paddling pool or hunting for Easter Eggs or playing in the now broken little plastic toy house. I’m just slicing the sandwiches when dad speaks. “Meg, listen, about yesterday….I’m really sorry for what I said to you. I was upset and angry and stressed but that doesn’t give me any right to take that out on you. Will you forgive me?” I drop the knife onto the table, stepping towards my dad and putting my arm around his neck as he kisses my arm affectionately. “Of course I will dad. That’s what family does. And I should have asked before assuming it was ok to visit mam. You know, I honestly didn’t intend for what happened. I still don’t know what I did to upset her, and that’s the truth.” Yasmin puts her hand on her dad’s face sticking her little fingers into his mouth just like I recall seeing her do earlier in the week with Liam one day. Dad gently puts her fingers out as he whispers as if not wanting Yasmin to hear. “One of the nurses mentioned she was screaming the name you know who…” he nods towards Yasmin on his knee. “Did you say anything to mam about her?” “Yeah. I told her that she was doing great and how she’d began to even pull herself up to stand in the last few days and been crawling around after a ball with her brothers.” “Oh.” “Was I not meant to say that?” “No love. You weren’t to know. Your mam always felt like she’d failed you, what with getting so ill when you were born and that. The older kids did so much for you when you were a baby, and your man’s sister Beatrice helped loads too. Everyone thought they were helping see. But when your mam was ill that’s not how she saw it. She saw it that she was such a failure that everyone could raise you better than she could. So when the boys came along your aunt Beatrice moved away feeling quite put out that after all her help with you and your older siblings that your mam wanted no help at all with the boys. I think losing a baby before Anthony made her want to prove to herself she was a good mam even more. But we didn’t plan on a 9th baby. Rory was meant to be the end. 4 of each you see. Your mam is older now and this one here…well what do we do? She needs so much more time, so much more care and it’s a commitment that I think is just too much for your mam. She’s known since Yasmin was born that we might have to do something. We spoke to Father Reilly when she was just two months old. He told us she was a gift from God and not to rush into anything. He did make enquiries but your mam just didn’t know what to do. I might be wrong, but I think hearing that she’s making progress, doing stuff other babies do and that, it’s making it so much harder to let go. Shaun and myself could see this you see so we told the others to talk to mam about anything but just don’t mention you know who.. I knew you wouldn’t agree with that because you adore this one so much, and rightly so. So do I , but I pulled back from her and haven’t been the dad she really needs because…because I know if your mam decides it’s all too much I will not be able to let go. I love your mam so much Megan. I need her here where she belongs.” I step back from my dad as he wipes a tear from his eye as Yasmin starts getting restless with hunger and tiredness. I take her from her dad and strap her in her high chair with a sandwich and some soft cheesy crisps and her bottle of milk. I don’t know what else to say to my dad as I hug him as he stays seated, whisper sorry to him, kiss his cheek, then open the back door to call the boys in for lunch. Theresa must hear me call as she joins us at the table for lunch. I still can’t stop thinking of Liam as Anthony looks right in front of him to the rota on the noticeboard with the visiting schedule. “Dad, could I maybe come with you to see mam today. I really miss her.” Dad looks at Theresa who shrugs just like she did the previous time he asked, but this time I nod and reply when dad looks at me. “I think he’s old enough and mature enough. I think mam would love to see him don’t you dad?” Dad smiles. “She wasn’t very good yesterday Ant. Had a bad day. We all have them, don’t we? Hopefully she’s brighter today though. She might be sleeping mind but as long as you behave then I don’t see why not.” I smile at my dad delighted at his response. Mam did an amazing job raising our Anthony. For just 12 he’s growing into a mature and handsome young man quickly and I’m sure mam will be thrilled to see his smiling face and hear his voice, even if she’s still sedated. “Can I play with your meccano while you’re out Ant? Please?” “Sure.” He winks at his younger brother. “You know you might get some of your own for your birthday in a few days.” “Oh that would be brilliant! We could both make go carts and see which one is best! Can I go upstairs now please dad? I want to make a start.” “Of course. Don’t lose any pieces mind ok?” “Ok dad!”
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  28. Wow, honestly, I was a little surprised to open this thread back up and discover this number of reactions. Thanks so much for the support, everyone, I'm even more fired up! I recently came to a realization, though: while there seems to be interest in the principle, I feel like it somewhat goes to waste if the gameplay itself isn't up-to-par. A little late for this thought? Perhaps, but the game itself has been coded to be fairly modular, so I can easily go in and make adjustments or updates without rewriting the entire thing. In order to make the finished product more than just an extension of my fantasy, but an actual, factual, reasonably fun-to-play game, I'd like to start making the occasional progress post here that is open to feedback from you all! This will mostly be brief questions about designs and level mechanics, as well as stuff that may or may not go into any future updates, should those exist. I'm also not sure about the level of 'surprise' that people are looking for, but I might spoiler the next post just in case, as it will go into specific game mechanics, but not level solutions. Let me know if this is necessary in the future. -BlueScreen
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  29. I am a trans woman that really enjoys holding and wetting myself and in diapers. Sometimes I make videos but not so often lately.
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  30. 6,852 downloads

    My regular share of random clips from Tumblr. These are all mostly diaper, diaper wetting, and age play videos. There may be some poop content in there, so be warned. It's a mixed bag of short clips. Y'all know the deal by now. Enjoy, Rach
    Free
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  31. Does anyone have this original video? Or Know who she is? https://thisvid.com/videos/pee-her-pants4/
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  32. "Please!"

    Not familiar as much with the word ‘please’ but in general vocalising the predicament to let others know how they feel is awesome, the anticipation when I drive to pick up my wife and friends at night I wonder if there will be some desperation talk or if none will I feel disappointed, ever better if when I arrive someone is showing their desperation in a pee dance of some kind, as said it starts of shy then to ensure I know there’s a pee concern I hear ‘ Oooh I’m bursting’ or ‘dying for the loo’
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  33. Me too!! Leicestershire specifically.
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  34. My biggest fantasy is to consistently pee standing without a device or mess 😂 But yeah, mostly just imagine it being the norm where if you were out and about between errands, peeing next to your car or in a patch of grass is no big deal because public bathrooms are usually pretty gross anyway. Mostly just being able to pee where and when and how I want without much risk of getting arrested. When I fantasize about a female partner, I imagine us going out to a bar or pub, somewhere dark we can hang out for the evening that has like…maybe a portapotty or two. I would be in dark jeans, her in a cute little skirt and some tissue thin panties. In this fantasy, I’ve found an easy enough way to pee standing so I just kind of lean in the corner and piss on the floor when I need to, or even just make use of some wonky makeshift system the boys are using but my girlfriend is positively bursting. I coax her through wetting her panties a few times under our table, maybe teasing her close to a climax but never quite there. At the end of the night, we’re walking home/back to the hotel/whatever, she’s absolutely ready to burst again so we take a little stop in the park and I pull her up to straddle my lap on a park bench. There’s still some lingering foot traffic but I casually sneak my fingers under her skirt and into her drenched little panties and we make out while I play with her until she has a legit pissgasm all over my lap. …There’s also a hot EMT at work that I fantasize quite frequently about dragging into a closet and blowing him between his calls and my patients. Sometimes I imagine it’s been a crazy day and he doesn’t have time for a pee and to get his dick sucked (but he REALLY wants both, just the bathrooms are like in the furthest possible section of the ER.) I let him know that’s no problem at all and as long as he can control the stream so I don’t spill and get my scrubs dirty, I’m more than happy to take care of both his needs. He’s shy about it (he does actually blush very pretty) but he’s okay with it and I get to taste his piss and his cum. Not sure which I would want first: his piss then feeling him get hard the more he experienced relief and the more I played with the head of his cock through the last dribbles; or if he wants his dick sucked first but he can’t last till orgasm and he asks if he can let it go as the urge strikes. I also fantasize about going to the beach with him and while we just splash around in the shallow-ish (upper-waist to chest deep) water, he wraps me up in a big hug (he gives the best hugs!) and I sneak my hands down between us and slip a hand into his shorts when he kind of flinches and explains he’s been holding it for ages and he’s scared he’s gonna pee on me because he’s had a TON of water (it’s quite hot and humid here in the summer.) I let him know I’ve pissed in the ocean at least twice since we arrived and everybody does it. He gives in and let’s me play with a stroke his cock, thumb the slit and hold it as he finally relieves himself, the water getting warm between us. This repeats whenever he needs a pee break throughout our day and he gets curious and starts fingering and petting at my clit and pussy when I let go. We obviously fuck like bunnies that evening when we’re done with the beach.
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  35. I believe the Willow underwear are clones of these, they started as a direct to consumer subscription service but now are sold by a company called "because." It's basically a large pad glued to disposable underwear. The pad doesn't hold a ton and the leak guards aren't great but the pad is very soft and kind of fills up in a different way from any other product I've tried.. it's hard to explain. Would definitely be worth checking out, I would be curious to hear your take on them.
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  36. Is it this? Bondage Pee Accident - Pornhub.com (1).mp4
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  37. Biku's art

    Biku doing a leaking/wetting drawing? GASP (but welcomed). Sidenote just for clarity: leaking , not full on wetting (yet) y/n? Azur Lane i thought she was from a series i knew of
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  38. love fill meters on these things 🤭
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  39. Born and raised in North Yorkshire, currently in upstate NY.
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  40. I managed to rip it using Video Download Helper for Firefox with the companion app. But I had to select "Server 3", then it can be downloaded as HLS Stream
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  41. Last night I came back from a Halloween party, wearing my Dark Magician Girl outfit. I had been holding for the last ten minutes of the ride, but as soon as I got home I started to relax my guard. Rushed to my room to drop my stuff off, turning on the light (and the ceiling fan) in the process. Dropped my goody bag on the bed, then let the pink petal skirt fall to the floor before kicking it up into the air. I grabbed it out of the air, unintentionally looking up at the fan in the process. Usually my stim doesn't kick in instantly, but it did this time, and I just remember feeling my bladder completely relax and a peaceful feeling before suddenly (at least it felt like it happened a few seconds later) that it was an hour and 45 minutes since I had gotten home.
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  42. found this video on thisvid. i dont think ive seen this before. 2007927_sgbxCR3h.mp4
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  43. Okay, so this story happened quite a few years ago when I was still living in the US (I'm from the UK and have since moved back to the UK). I worked in a small, but busy cafe near my house during school breaks. On this day in particular, I was doing a "full shift" (8 hours). Everything was going as normal, busy, but we were managing. I had started needing the toilet pretty early on in my shift, but I knew I could hold on until my break no problem. By the time I was about to have my break, I was desperate. I had been drinking a lot because I'd been running around taking/fulfilling orders. I definitely needed to go and was looking forward to a bit of relief from both my bladder and the craziness of work. I was about to go on my break, when the manager said that the guy who was meant to be coming in had phoned in sick, so I was going to have to wait for my break to help cover the lunch rush. I was a bit worried because the thought of being able to use the toilet has made me more desperate, but I just took a deep breath and carried on working. I got put on the till, taking people's orders and their payment, but I was also helping make the drinks. The sounds of liquid and the coldness from the Iced drinks was making me more and more desperate and all I could think about was finally getting relief. When I was stood still, I had my legs crossed so tightly and occasionally had to dance a little bit on the spot. I asked one of my Co workers if they would mind if I went and peed real quick. I didn't mention how badly I had to go, but I wish I had because they said they needed me. I had to go so so badly, I was doubting my ability to hold it. Between customers, I would lean against the counter in attempts to hide the fact I was on the verge of wetting myself, it didn't help a whole lot, but I had to do what I could. The rush continued and it was now almost an hour since I should have gone on my break and the queue showed no sign of letting up. I could feel my muscles getting weaker and weaker and I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. I was serving a customer when I let out a leak, I squeezed my legs together and then danced on the spot to stop it coming. I got asked if I was okay and responded "it's been so busy, I just need my break" because I was too embarrassed to fully admit I really needed to pee. This particular customer wanted some tap water too, and as I was getting it for them, I felt more come out. I really had to get to the toilet and fast! I asked the same coworker again if I could please go as I hadn't been since I woke up and I was absolutely on the verge of an accident. They said okay and I think my bladder got excited because I let more out. When I got to the toilet, in true omo style, there was someone in there. I started to panic, I was about to wet myself, I couldn't hold it much longer. I stood outside and held myself whilst pee dancing on the spot. Hearing the toilet flush made me leak some more and I knew I was about to lose control. My manager walked out, I tried to act as everything was okay, but as soon as she came out I rushed in and slammed the door shut. I was bouncing up and down as I tried to undo my jeans, trying my hardest not to start peeing. As soon as I pulled them down, I started to leak and I couldn't stop it. I pulled my underwear down as quick as I could and threw myself onto the toilet. I must've peed for around a minute.
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  44. My most "stop looking at me like that, I wouldn't want it to actually happen!" fantasy is this: an obscure country is taken over by deranged feminist extremists. These terrifying Amazons do not want to put men and women on an equal footing, the way normal feminists do. No, they want revenge. And one special area of resentment for them is bathroom parity: they are furious about the times they had to hold it and cisgender men did not. Instead of working to expand bathroom access for women and trans people, like normal feminists would do, they go overboard restricting it for cis men. Venues and workplaces often have one urinal and one stall to serve hundreds of men. These will be locked and reopened at odd, unpredictable times. Long queues are inevitable. The queues mean that men with shy or even slightly hesitant bladders simply have to hold it all day. Even for those who do not have a shy bladder, the inconsistent access is more of a torment than no access would have been. A man may drink liters of coffee and water and tea through the morning, expecting to be able to relieve himself at lunch, and be confronted with a locked door or monster queue. It is common in the queues to see a man abandon his dignity and squeeze his penis in public, especially when he is close to the head of the line and can hear the gushing and splashing and sighs of relief of other guys emptying their overfull, tortured, throbbing bladders. Enforcement of public decency laws becomes draconian. Men can go to prison for peeing in public, and there are cash incentives for citizens to catch men in the act and turn them in. CCTV is everywhere. Men have to travel well into the countryside before it is remotely safe for them to pee outdoors. Even there, highway patrol is on the lookout along the main roads. Using a women’s or single-occupancy restroom without a special electronic transgender pass is punished by being put in stocks in the town square next to the fountains for hours and given iced tea and diuretics. Under the new regime, male pants wetting has become an accepted reality in the blue collar crowd. But men of the professional classes and in the service industry are expected to maintain their dignity at all times and never wet their pants. It is known that some older men resort to diapers, but for those under the age of 50 this is considered a profound embarrassment and disgrace except in the case of true disability. Younger professional men have to keep themselves dry with willpower alone. A snug leather belt with a large, heavy metal buckle is considered essential professional attire, and tight pants in light colors with old-fashioned button flies are always in style. Whenever men find a loophole, the women cruelly close it. “Stadium buddies” are confiscated at the border by customs agents. When the men were discovered using the little plastic garbage cans under their work desks, the women replaced them with steel mesh garbage cans. When they were found keeping empty bottles in their cars to use on their lunch breaks, the women cracked down on recycling. And when frantic men started barging into random bars off the street just because it was somewhat more socially acceptable to wet one’s pants in a bar, the women launched a campaign of targeted social media humiliation so severe the victims were scarred for life - and guys at bars are now expected to hold on in a 20-minute queue, even after a full pitcher of beer, or else. (The only exceptions to this rule are the gym showers and bathhouses, which become veritable palaces of intense collective after-work animal bliss even for straight men...although sadly many stay away out of embarrassment.) At the end of the day, the buses and trains are full of visibly suffering men. The women will watch with amusement or sometimes arousal as they bounce, squirm, and sometimes leak a little in their trousers. It is common for men to wet their pants in their driveways or at their front doors when they arrive home. Strong-bladdered guys who make it home every day proclaim the relief of using their own toilet or shower after marathon holds “better than sex.” Being dudes, some have started turning it into a competition. The guy who can hold the most for the longest in a given workplace or school is considered a masculine role model. But sometimes even the manliest of men end up hiding in the supply closet, peeing into an empty potato chip bag because they had to work late and the bathrooms have been locked all day and their kidneys were starting to hurt. For some reason, international news organizations always send handsome cis male journalists to cover human rights issues in the strange little matriarchy. These journalists tend to discover their inner masochists while embedded, and return home addicted to the feeling of holding and/or wetting and longing for a Dom or Domme to help further train their bladders.
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  45. I'd attribute the success of the site to a number of factors: #1 - Language. English allows to create an international community here. As such, the site will automatically be more visited/popular than any "local" site/community. #2 - Downloads. Let's face it, forums are dead in 2021, barely anyone wants to communicate or share stories, the majority's here for content. As such, .org's key asset is its downloads section, even if the stuff is predominantly just JAVs and amateur videos. #3 - Inclusivity. The site moved away from orthodox omorashi to harbour every group that is somehow related, from diapers to scat to furries and so on and so forth. As you pointed out, these groups are often insignificant and disorganised, as such they stand no chance of creating any noteworthy community of their own and realistically have little choice but to bolster the ranks of this site. #4 - No competition to speak of. Folks can get their videos on B2B and Water-Detox, their images on Pixiv, hook up with others on Twitter, but as for the generalist "hub" site where everyone would come together and talk stuff - there's simply no real alternative. Why is there no real alternative? Because creating a decent site means a lot of work and a substantial investment. This is a niche fetish, as such there's very little hope to seriously profit from this. As it is, most content creators are either operating at a loss, barely making any profit or actively switching to other genres/fetishes that are more popular. That said, it's important to realize it's honestly a success-ish. The site has obvious problems at present, such as: small number of active members even for the largest international site (to put things in perspective, out of 135k members 126k, some 93%, are lurkers); dillution of content, which is a direct consequence of inclusivity. It's harder and harder to find content that would cater to you specifically; overreliance on downloads section, an ever-present need to sustain those terabytes of hosting space and download traffic.
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  46. From the album: AlphaHyoudou's Art

    Cynthia wants to get someone's attention, but she's so nervous she has a few "leaks" 😏
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