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  1. Today peed my tight jeans twice... The first time is watching omorashi movies in front of the desktop and at the same time peeing my tight jeans... The second time is drinking water with diuretics added before going out shopping... When feeling the urge to pee, I ran directly back home towards the washroom... It was too late and I peed my jeans standing on the toilet... Wish myself a happy December accompanied by omorashi experiences!
    7 points
  2. Hiya! Soooo.... Who's ready for another story? If you are, then let me tell you a bit about my day. For the people who loved the writing still for my previous story, I'm afraid I will have to disapoint you, as this story takes place over a much broader span of time (~24 hours), either way, I do hope you still enjoy the story and would of course love to hear everyones feedback ❤️ (as I definitely aspire to become better at writing about my personal stories) I do like to preface, that I tend to mix my (quite bad) sense of humor into the stories, so if that's not something you like, sorry, not sorry😈 It all started somewhere late last night, just before I went to sleep. I really wasn't feeling in the mood to take part in my online class for the next day (today), so I decided to start of by spicing things up a little bit. So I grabbed one of my high capacity diapers out of my closet (or so I thought, but more about that will be revealed later on), powdered up (I just absolutely love the smell of Zwitsal tbh), got taped up, and went to sleep. This morning I suddenly got woken up by my doorbell ringing, and I was like "wait... what.. why is someone ringing my doorbell, what time is it even..???", it was 12PM, so yeah for a normal non nocturnal human being, this would be a very normal to be wide awake, but not for Cat! So I answered the doorbell using the intercom. Cat: Uhh... Hello??? Person: Package delivery!!! Cat's Mind: FUCK!!!! I'm still wearing my diaper, and haven't gotten dressed yet Cat: Oh, alright, I'll be right there to pick it up Person: No need, I'm on my way Cat's Mind: What a relief... 😮‍💨 So I quickly put on some sweat pants over my diaper, checked quickly in the mirror if I looked somewhat presentable, and opened my front door. Once back inside I figured "oh well.. I'm awake by now anyway so might as well go make some breakfast" Yada Yada Yada, boring stuff, hours passed by.. Then my class started, I was still wearing my diaper (which surprisingly enough was still dry) at this point. Class was as boring as I expected, and I, well I was feeling extra naughty, so I decided to record a video of me wearing during my online class, and made several short clips over the span of a couple of hours. (Picture taken during class) By the end of my class, I wasn't exactly completely dry anymore, because well... staying hydrated is important. (r/HydroHomies anyone? lol) It had also become about time for dinner by now, so I quickly made myself something to eat, and decided to work on editing my video and some of the pictures I took. I do have to say, when you think of me editing a video, you should try to imagine a cat walking over your keyboard trying to make coherent sentences, keep that image in your mind, and look! That's me right there, trying to edit my video's. So what for most people would take a couple of minutes to figure out, took me literal hours.. Hours of staying hydrated... Hours of... trying... not to... pee myself again... As you can imagine, and if you have read anything from me by now, my bladder is TINY, so I failed miserably at not peeing myself. Do you know that feeling (if other people experience the same thing that is), where if you're wearing a diaper, your control over you bladder is literally next to zero, because I can squirm and try to hold it as much as I want, but when my bladder says "I gotta pee", my bladder is gonna let go completely. Slowly but steadily I started to notice my diaper started to swell more and more, but I figured "this diaper is meant for heavy wettings, like it's a special one, so no need for me to worry about leaking... right.. right??? Right! Oh wait not? Oh.. Okay then... Challenge accepted either way!" By the time it was night time again, my diaper sure had swollen quite a bit again already, and keeping my legs closed was getting quite hard at this point (Not like that you perv! 😘). As I was editing the video, I was in a Discord call with some friends, and as I didn't exactly want them to find out about my... let's say.. situation? I figured I'd be better off just keeping at what I was doing. But then... I suddenly felt something... it felt like something leaked a little bit. So I carefully checked the back of my sweat pants and well... yes... They were quite damp... But I was still in the call, I couldn't do anything to improve upon this situation that I had essentially created for myself, so I just sucked it up (unlike the diaper at this point), and acted like nothing happened. It's safe to assume that by the time the video call ended, and I had finished editing my video, I had peed some more without noticing, because at this point, my pants were literally, I kid you not, SOAKED. I quickly did some other stuff online that I still had to finish, and decided to check the damage a bit more thoroughly, and well.. HOW DID I PEE THIS MUCH?!? My diaper was literally wet from the front to the back at this point. But I wasn't done yet, I wouldn't give up this easily, so I posted my video, and figured to tell you all about my day... So here we are now, in the present time. Okay..technically speaking past time, as everything you experience is technically in the past time, but that's some philosophical magic that I have no clue about how it works. So back to the present time, here I am, still sitting in my wet diaper, that literally just can't hold anything anymore, and admittedly quite aroused at this point, due too apparently having had a genuine accident, as I never intended to end up having my indirectly peed pants as well. Realising I literally have worn this diaper for over 24 hours now, and not exactly trusting myself with big girl panties after this escapade, I am going to have some quick "me time", clean myself up real quick, and go to sleep, as it's once again, almost morning again, and I have yet to even get to bed.. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my day as much as (or rather more than) I did 😋 As you can possibly tell, I'm still experimenting a little bit with finding my way of story telling, but I enjoyed telling you all about it, and I feel like that is the most important part 😋 Below some pictures of the aftermath:
    5 points
  3. Male desperation vignette(s) set in an ahistorical fantasy of the Ancient Middle East _____ When the sun rose over the desert, a shaft of light from a small window in the east illuminated the obsidian face of the River Goddess. She cast her grand, blank, imperious gaze over twenty young priests who were kneeling directly on the cold stone floor, their hands clasped behind their backs. They faced one another: ten on one side of the aisle and ten on the other. In front of each of them sat a round ceremonial pot. The River Goddess was a great lover of beauty, and the priests had clearly been chosen for their beauty, at least in part. They all had angular and lovely facial features, and their kohl-rimmed eyes could have broken the hearts of girls from the outside world. Their smooth skin came in all shades of honey and nut brown. The body and facial hair of their early manhood had been shaved off, while the hair on their heads was trimmed into short bobs, shiny with fragrant oils. They were slim but strong from their temple duties and spare diet. They wore white linen skirts that fell to their knees, plus intricate golden usekh collars set with lapis lazuli, garnets, and emeralds. Two older priests kept watch over them, monitoring but not intruding. The young men appeared still, but if you looked closely, you would see signs that they were profoundly uncomfortable, even abjectly suffering. Their jaws were clenched, their breaths sharp and shallow. The muscles of their thighs twitched. Their eyes darted pleadingly to the gold disk under the navel of the obsidian River Goddess up upon Her pedestal, checking to see if the sun had illuminated it yet. You would also notice that their bladders were cruelly swollen in their slender bellies, pushing out against the waists of their skirts like the bellies of women four months pregnant. Once a week, from the age of twenty to the age of thirty, the priests had to hold their water from dawn of one day to dawn the next. These young men had spent the previous day drinking cup after cup of a special herbal tea their elders prepared, and then the previous night tossing and turning in a disturbed sleep as the pressure in their bladders increased to bursting. An hour before dawn they had rolled out of bed, squeezing their penises and groaning in frustration, and hobbled to the inner sanctum in anticipation of relief. This, like different days when they had to deprive themselves of drinking water, was a tribute to the River Goddess. It was to demonstrate to Her that the people of the Kingdom understood that when water was not permitted to flow as it was supposed to, humans were simply undone. Thus the River Goddess knew Her worth. It was taboo for the priests to let out so much as a drop of piss before the appointed time. It was unthinkable. It was a transgression against the River Goddess that might cause a drought, a famine. They held it no matter how much it tortured them. While all of the young priests were anxious for the tribute to end, the one seated at the far left end of the line looked particularly miserable. He was the youngest, the most beautiful, and the least experienced with the more severe aspects of ritual in the Temple of the River Goddess. He was sucking air through his teeth and rocking slightly. His silken, tawny skin was bathed with sweat. Tears filled his long-lashed green eyes. The sight of his heavily distended bladder would move anyone to pity, but the River Goddess was not anyone. At last, the sun illuminated the golden disk on the belly of the River Goddess. One of the elder priests sounded a small gong, and the young priest on the right side closest to the Goddess hiked up his skirt, seized the pot before him, and started pissing into it, sighing involuntarily. The sound echoed in the stone hall. A perceptible ripple of anguish passed through the remaining nineteen, but none was so overwhelmed by the first priest’s splashing than the young man on the far left, who whimpered and grabbed himself through the folds of his skirt. They had been instructed not to squirm like this, but for the young man it was clearly a choice between disappointing the elder priests and angering the River Goddess Herself by voiding on the stone floor. One by one, the young priests were allowed to fill their ceremonial pots, the next in line not starting until his predecessor had finished. They proceeded in a stepwise fashion: top right, top left, next right, next left. Their streams were as fierce and strong as they could make them, both due to their own urgency and consideration for others who were waiting, but it still took each of them over a minute to empty. The poor priest on the far left had to tremble in agony for over twenty minutes, listening to his brothers pissing. He squeezed his thighs together and sat on his heels, kneading his cock and mouthing silent prayers to the River Goddess to please, please, please let the others hurry up and let him keep the seal on his bladder until they had finished. He was pale with terror; he sincerely believed that if he leaked a mere drop he would cause a drought and the children of the Kingdom would starve to death in their cradles. At last, at last, he heard the last of his brothers on the right side discharge the terminal spurts into his pot and set it down. He scrambled for his pot and managed to get the tip of his cock just over the lip before he exploded. “Oooohh, ooohhhh, ooohhh,” he cooed like a dove as he gushed all the pain and fear of 24 hours into the pot. The Kingdom was saved! After prayers were concluded, the elders transported the pots to the back of the sanctum for their own secret purposes. The other young priests crowded around to praise the youngest for his endurance, and to reassure him that it got easier with time. “Well, a little easier…” said one. “You almost learn to enjoy it…” said another.
    4 points
  4. So this is a very fine memory I have from when I was much younger and got to witness the desperation of three generations of women. I was riding in the middle row backseat of my parents minivan. Or I should specify, when I say that this was my parents minivan, I’m only speaking colloquially, for if you’ve read any of my other stories, you’ll know that my actual biological parents divorced ages ago, and my dad later remarrying my stepmom Susan, while my biological mother moved back to Appalachia where she was from, but I digress. I’m riding in the middle seat of of a packed minivan so fragrant with the cinnamon cream, Christmas-tree-shaped air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror, you’d think that my parents were actually burning a scented candle inside the car. My stepmom Susan being the hippie that she was, with her mom-jeans and her New Mexico Native American patterned woven shawl (in New England!). Susan rode in the front row passenger side seat while my father, John, gripped the wheel. I hone in on the cinnamon cream scented, Christmas-tree-shaped air freshener only because it was pertinent to the current discussion in the car, a continuation of a “debate” that we’d been having since that morning. You see, in the seat next to me, sat my (step)sister’s friend Laury, a gorgeous, thin Italian girl with smooth, flawless, light caramel colored skin and pouty lips that resembled a YOUNG Sophia Loren. Laury was nineteen years old to be exact, the same age as my stepsister Cassie who sat in the seat on the other side of her. Shameful as it is for me to say, both of these girls were dressed SEXY on this very fine afternoon, but the way that their sartorial choices differed from one another was the subject of the current “debate” inside the car. You see, Laury was dressed this afternoon as a Christmas-style “Santa’s” elf, complete with the upturn-curled elf boots with the little bells on the tips, long candy-cane style red and white-striped stockings that hugged Laury’s toned, sexy legs, all the way up to the tight garter straps where her gorgeous caramel thighs disappeared under her green, “elf” minidress. She wore a silly looking Santa hat to complete the Christmasy look, and this was especially offensive to my step sister Cassie that afternoon, because she had emerged from her bedroom earlier that morning in a sexy mini-dress with cornucopias adorning it in polka-dotted regularity, and Cassie’s legs sported stockings of orange and white stripes with big, smiling cartoon turkeys sprawled out everywhere, many of the cartoon turkeys holding forks and knives, licking their smiling beaks, apparently ready to dig in to a Thanksgiving feast. That’s right folks, my stepsister donned Thanksgiving wear, while Laury donned that of Christmas, and the real problem this afternoon, so Cassie argued, was that it was still pre-Thanksgiving, and so it was premature to be wearing Christmas clothing on this afternoon. This was exactly the sort of frivolous debate that most rational adults would choose to ignore, but that two teenage girls, two sexy little nineteen-year-olds in mini dresses decorated for differing holidays, their bodies loaded with catty estrogen, and, that morning, wayyy to much coffee. My buddy Arnold rode in the very back row alone. As we rode along, I noticed Laury’s thighs were bouncing constantly, and with the highly trained desperation-radar that my eyes and loins had developed by this point in time, I was nearly certain that this sexy girl needed to pee! Back at the house, nearly an hour ago, my stepmom Susan had prepared (large) seasonal cappuccinos for the whole family. I was seated at the kitchen counter next to a window looking outside when Susan passed by, distributing the large caffeinated drinks to all of us from a tray balanced on her fingers as she walked. I was startled when Susan nudged my arm with steaming mug meant for me, but was several seconds later glad to be startled, for when I turned and looked down the hallway, and the radio began, in angelic choir-like harmony, to sing out “Hark the herald angels sing…” Laury emerged from the guest bedroom she’d claimed as hers (at our weekend rental house), displaying her elvish sartorial decision for the day. Man, was this girl HOT! She emerged from the bedroom in a way which will forever be permanently ingrained in my memory as a cinematic pan-up from the floor to her pretty smiling face. Like the jingling of a cat’s collar, the cute little bells on the tips of the curled-up toes of her elf-boots heralded her arrival, and I watched, as she stepped around the corner of the doorframe, her ringing little boots coming into view first, followed by the tight, red and white striped stockings, which were so thin that her gorgeous caramel skin showed through the nearly transparent white stripes, which led up all the way up the Laury’s sexy girly legs, stopping at her upper thighs, just inches below her cute little green minidress, her cute swanlike neck leading up to her supermodel smile. Laury had enormous lips, like I said, as though resembling a young Sophia Loren, and an impeccably bright and white toothy smile, in spite of the coffee enthusiast she’d been known to be. Her cute little Santa hat on top of her long dark hair was the only piece of her sexy outfit that seemed somewhat unnecessary, in that she were supposed to be dressed as an elf and not as Santa, but overall, who would question the clothing decisions of a girl this hot when she’d been generous, or careless, enough to wear such a sultry get-up? Her sexy little elf outfit was rendered this girl’s lithe young body so scantily clad that her Christmas outfit frankly seemed better fitted to halloween, given just how openly slutty it looked on her, or maybe this was just the natural result of having an amazing Italian body better suited for swimsuit modeling than working as a nurse or nun, for instance. As Laury rounded the corner of her room and came into my line of eye sight, she at that very moment nearly collided with my step mom and her tray of large cappuccinos she was carrying around, these two girls apparently never learning the restaurant lingo “corner!”. Luck would have it though, that they just managed, matrix-style to avoid collision with each other and nothing liquid was spilled. However, serendipity reigned supreme in the next moment when the near-miss caused her Santa hat to fall from her head, and I watched, in slow motion, as Laury smiled and said, “whoops”, watching her hat fall to the floor, before she immediately squatted down to the floor to retrieve the hat, not realizing, or even thinking about the fact that she was facing my general direction from across the room, and that when she squatted, her legs were splayed and her the short little hemline of her green mini dress rode up in such away that perfectly framed, in candid camera up skirt style, the sexy red little thong underwear that this nineteen year old girl was wearing that day, and that’s not even the best part. Even with her perfectly toned cheerleader’s body, her thong that day looked at least a size too small, as her stockings stopped clear at the top of her thighs with only tight little garter straps holding them up on either side of her lthe young body, but her entire upper and inner thighs, along with her pelvis just around her crotch, all were clearly and nakedly exposed, her gorgeous caramel Italian skin perfectly framing her tight little red thong, cupping the girl’s tight little camel toe slit pussy in stark red, like a rose petal floating on a caramel cappucino. The thong was so thin on the teen’s tight little vagina that it was clear to the eye that she was perfectly shaved bare, and clearly took time and meticulous effort to keep her naked pussy groomed bare, as there wasn’t a single stubble of five-o-clock shadow pubic hair showing anywhere, or even any razor bumps from shaving. Did Laury, at age nineteen, already take to waxing herself? Or was she just incredibly skilled with a razor, a virtual virtuoso of shaving, and had rendered her little crotch perfectly nude of hair like the swimsuit model she was always meant (destined?) to be? Maybe the experience, or my memory of squatting little Laury, was enhanced by the fact that I was at the time only twenty one years old and raging with hormones, but still, girl’s in miniskirts that show lots of thigh, and particularly when they’re only nineteen years old and flawless, just don’t realize how catastrophically sexy they are, and the privilege to see nineteen year old Laury’s red thonged pussy, just inches above the floor, in open uspkirt frame had me nearly spitting out my coffee in surprise and arousal that morning at nine AM. She grabbed the hat, and after a couple slo-mo seconds of upskirt, she finally stood back up and gladly took her first sip of the lage cappuccino allotted to her, saying “ahh” with a big smile as she swallowed the first sip of the hot liquid. Already, I was getting a boner, and thought of actually making for the restroom to be alone and jerk off, but resisted the urge and instead sipped my coffee. Next thing I knew, however, my stepsister Cassie emerged from her bedroom, just adjacent to where Laury was staying. Cassie was also dressed in her outfit choice for the day, like I described earlier, in a way that was celebratory of thanksgiving, but was honestly, just as sexy. If you’ve ever read any of my other stories describing Cassie, you’d know that while she is in her own way extremely sexy, she was sexy in a way that was slightly on the thicker side, in contrast to Laury’s thin, swimsuit model sexiness. Cassie was a little shorter than Laury, and had thick womanly thighs and a butt that was nice and big and round and still had a bit of baby fat on it, if you catch my drift, a butt much more like adult film actress Madison Chandler’s butt, than like the cute, toned, pert little bubble butt that a girl like Laury possessed. I’d long ago gotten over the internal conflict of seeing Cassie as hot, we weren’t blood related after all, and I long ago justified looking at her from time to time so lang as I obviously never made any sort of a “move” on Cassie, or even ever really considered it. At the end of the day (or on that day, the beginning), she was wearing tiny little skirt just barely managed to cover her big round ass, and who could blame me for looking? I was already partly turned on by Laury’s little up skirt display earlier, too. When Cassie saw how Laury was dressed, Cassie at once hunched over, bursting into laughter, resting her hands on her orange stocking-clad knees. This caused her little skirt to ride up a couple inches below her, showing the bottoms of Cassie’s glorious globular butt cheeks, encased in thin cotton panties that covered most of her (rather large) butt, in contrast to Laury’s sexy little thong, which of course covered very little of anything. I looked at my sister’s big butt for a couple of seconds as the girls laughed together looking over each other’s outfit, before we all of us shared our large cappuccinos together and talked about just how thankful we, all of us, my dad, my stepmom, my stepsister, her friend Laury, my buddy Harold, myself, and soon my mom’s friend and my mom’s mom were going to join our big thanksgiving party, as tomorrow was finally turkey day. We drank our coffees over about the course of an hour as we chatted. We were just timing our departure in accordance with our plan to pick up my stepmom’s mom Sherry from the airport when her plane landed at ten thirty in the morning. It was during the course of this hour, that Cassie challenged Laury on her decision to dress up in Christmas decor on this morning. “I just don’t get it, Thanksgiving’s not even over yet?!” Cassie exclaimed as she downed a gulp of her coffee drink. “Who cares? It’s just not as big a deal, like obviously, right?” Laury said, in her typical teenaged girl, bratty tone. Laury was quite friendly, but also possessed an element of the sassy, bratty teen that usually came with girl’s who were as naturally hot as she was at such a young age. It frankly made her even hotter to me, like an itch that needed to be scratched, Laury’s brattiness and Americanness (in contrast with her continental European Italian looks) made her that sexy, bubbly, fun, bratty, sometimes bitchy in a fun way, girl-next-door type that you just wanted to fuck and hopefully use your dick to ramrod and batter all of the brattiness out of the girl once and for all. My sister certainly knew how to pick hot friends, and Laury was no exception. At Laury’s bratty, “Who cares? It’s just bot as big a deal, like obviously right?” my dad chimed in with one of his usual puns, his never ending dad-jokes. “What are you saying, that Thanksgiving is small potatoes?!” He said, as he nudged me in the arm in an attempt to search for solidarity for his frivolous humor. I often made a habit of laughing at my dad’s jokes, no matter how unfunny, just to show support for the old man, but this morning, it was just too early, and besides, I was trying to ogle my stepsister and her hot friend in peace as I imbibed my caffeinated drink. “Well I think Thanksgiving is a big deal, and deserves respect.” Cassie said, confidently. “It’s a celebration of the wrong thing.” replied Laury quickly. “You shouldn’t be celebrating taking the land from the Native Americans.” she argued. “Oh like anyone really thinks of it like that anymore, like, who cares? It’s just an event to get together and eat a big meal…” said Cassie in retort to Laury. “It’s the same thing with Christmas, it’s not like everyone who celebrates Christmas is actually celebrating the birth of Christ, it’s all just about consumerism and buying buying buying gifts to exchange with each other around a lit up tree every year. It’s all just consumerism.” Cassie said as she unironically drank her decadent holiday themed coffee drink as she paced the floors of our opulent holiday rental house. “Okay, well consider me a consumer, then I guess, the rest of us too though.” said Laury as she downed a gulp of her coffee. “Yeah, like I’m not saying I’m not one, it’s just like, when you look around, I just feel like it cheapens the even the meaning of Christmas itself when as early as mid November everything everywhere is already decked out with Christmas ornamentation, like, can we at least wait til cyber Monday please? Would that be like too much to ask? It’s just a bit much on the marketing side, you know, too much consumerism, and it cheapens the holidays, that’s all.” said Cassie. “Well I just think Christmas is somehow more festive, that’s all.” Laury said as she did a cute little curtsy in her elf outfit, the bell on the tip of her elf shoe ringing as she raised her foot theatrically in the air a moment. “But anyway, I don’t know that everyone just skips decorating for Thanksgiving altogether, I see a lot of gourds and pumpkins and wicker basket turkeys and all kinds of shit- “ “Please say “stuff”, interrupted my stepmom. Laury let out a sassy sigh of frustration and a big gorgeous smile as she continued, “of stuff, thank you, Susan. I mean,” she said, turning back to Cassie, “like, let’s really take a look around when we drive to the airport, I can guarantee you that you’re going to see almost the same amount of stuff for Thanksgiving on people’s lawns and porches as you would for Christmas.” “The same amount? Really?” said Cassie. “I said almost the same.” replied Laury. Now it had been nearly another fifteen minutes since we all piled into the car together and departed for the airport, at which point both girls seemed to be so engrossed with their debate over the two holidays that neither girl had thought, apparently, to pee before leaving the house, in spite of all the coffee they’d drank, large cappuccinos in very tall ceramic mugs. This may have escaped my notice, had sexy Laury sitting next to me not been showing noticeable signs of her increasingly filling bladder since we sat down next together in the car seat. Her sexy green minidress showed just a couple inches of naked thigh above her candy-cane red and white striped stockings, tightly encasing her long sexy legs, and had it not been for the ringing of the bells on her shoes, I may not have known to glance down at Laury’s sexy legs. The ringing was quiet but annoying, and whenever the (Christmas) music playing on the radio would die out in volume between songs, the constant jingle of Laury’s elf shoes was present and audible. I looked down at her gorgeous legs sitting next to me. They were so hot in her little miniskirt, I wished I could lean forward just a few inches as I stared down at Laury’s thighs in hopes of catching another glimpse of her crotch in her little red thong, but felt there would be no decent way to do this without her realizing it. But the bells rang, because Laury, increasingly, couldn't stop fidgeting and squirming her sexy little butt or thighs, in her seat. The taught caramel flesh of this girl’s inner thighs jiggled ever so slightly as she constantly bounced her legs, before the muscles in her thighs would contract and relax over and over again, clearly the signs of an unannounced, but quickly filling, teen girl bladder. As the girl’s looked out at the neighborhoods we passed through on our way to downtown to the airport, taking in the Thanksgiving lawn ornaments here, the big blowup Christmas inflatable snowman there, Laury’s thighs just kept shift in the seat next to me, sometimes the muscles tensing and relaxing in succession, sometimes she held her stocking-clad thighs close together as she bounced them up and down rapidly, sometimes, (perhaps my favorite) she fanned her thighs in and out constantly, until one of her knees actually bumped into my knee rather hard, at which point she turned to me with a quick, “sorry”. Oh how she didn’t have to be sorry for bumping into me, I thought to myself. I wouldn’t have minded this sexy nineteen year old’s legs to jostle and bump into mine a few more times. Laury had by this point started to let out loud sighs that seemed to be sighs of frustration, but still she had not said anything aloud that might indicate that she needed to pee. Of course, this isn’t something one typically announces i polite company, and with our parents in the car, in was likely that even a hot bratty girl like Laury would know better, or feel it inappropriate to announce a bodily need as base as peeing when she could just hold out for an opportunity to dip into a restroom when one was presented. With all of that being said, the speed and consistency with which her thighs squirmed and fidgeted and moved in her seat was pretty alarming, and I began to wonder how my sister, sitting on the other side of Laury, didn’t say anything or find anything amiss about the fact that her friend clearly needed to pee with some urgency. Couldn’t Cassie ask to stop somewhere to save Laury the embarrassment? Then again, you might be asking, couldn’t I? Yes, but you have to understand, I could hardly even believe I was fortunate enough to see a girl as hot as Laury showing sign of needing to pee, and until she decided to say something aloud about her need, which to me would have been the cherry on top of the whole experience, I was gonna savor this until the very last moment. I always loved hearing a woman finally announce that she needed to urinate, after being pushed past the point of manners by her growing need. Both girls were also drinking a bottled water that Susan had passed out around the car, being the health nut my stepmother is, and this couldn’t have helped poor Laury’s bladder at all either. I wondered momentarily if Cassie needed to pee too, after all , she’d drank the same amount of coffee earlier, and her water bottle, like Laury’s was about seventy five percent empty at this point too. Laury let out another LOUD sigh between her sexy pouty lips, and looked for a second as though she were about to say something to my dad about perhaps making a rest stop, but was interrupted by Cassie when she said, “Okay, I’ve figured it out, in the suburbs people decorate for Thanksgiving because family is in town, and it’s about family, but then as you get into the city, the decor switches to Christmas because this is where all the stores are, so they have it gear it all towards consumerism.” Cassie said, knowingly. “Sounds about right.” my dad chirped, from the driver’s seat, but of course, Laury had to argue with this observation as well. She let out a sigh, her restless thighs fanning in and out rapidly, as she shifted once in her seat, fighting with her seat belt as she fought for a moment to cross her legs, then gave up and kept rapidly fanning her thighs as she couldn't cross them. (Frustrated sighhh) “Well I disagree on that too, cause like, even with Thanksgiving and family and everything, there’s still lots of consumerism.” she said, as her thighs kept moving, the couple inches of her luscious caramel skin jiggling just below the short hemline of her dress. Please God, let me see this girl’s panties again, I silently prayed as I watched Laury’s rapidly scissoring thighs like a hawk. “Like, when else does anyone buy and consume so much food? and like wine and stuff?” Laury said, (bounce bounce bounce of her sexy teen legs) “That’s not the point.” said Cassie said. “With food, you’re supposed to consume it, and it’s about being together and dining together as a family.” Laury’s quickly fanning thighs caused her legs once more to bump into mine, at which point she stopped fanning her legs and held them tightly together as she transitioned her motion to bouncing subtly, but rapidly, up and down in her seat. She just could not sit still at all, not for a second, and her body was clearly fighting to hold in the rather large quantity of coffee and water that she been consuming all morning long. “Okay” (shifting in her seat again, trying to cross her legs, unable to, uncrossing them, bouncing them up and down, shifting to the front of her seat, bouncing legs held tightly together. “Okay well but do people really go all out and eat the way they do during the rest of the year when it’s not like, Thanksgiving though?” Laury asked, her voice started to sound a bit short and curt, her sentences making a little less sense now, as though her pee-brained mind was struggling to formulate thoughts pertinent with the current argument. Whenever the radio’s Christmas carols would end and die down, Laury seemed to become self conscious of the audibility of her elf shoes’ ringing bells, and did everything she could to drive down her seated pee-dancing for long enough for the next song to blast in in volume, at which point she apparently felt free again to jiggle and fidget her long sexy thighs, shoe bells ringing… “Well yeah, but that’s what I’m arguing, that Thanksgiving is special.” said Cassie. Laury at this point had her lips hanging open in a pouty looking way and her gaze was at this point locked out the front window of the car on the traffic before us as we crept along the city streets among hundreds and hundreds of holiday shoppers. A miniskirted sexy teen loaded coffee and water. What luck, I thought. (sighs) “Yeah but you’re saying it like, like the specialness like voids the consumerism of Thanksgiving but like, not of Christmas.” said Laury, then finally interrupting her own thought it happened, she quickly leaned forward, letting out a loud sigh and said to my driving father in what almost sounded like a conspiratorial whisper, but was loud enough for the whole car to hear, “I’m sorry, could we like stop for a restroom somewhere?” she let out an awkward, silly laugh, “It’s just” her teen thighs fanning in and out a couple times “all that morning coffee, I just- (quick sigh) I really need to pee somewhere.” Laury said as she sat bolt upright at the very edge of her seat now, her eyes scanning the streets for some establishment she might pop into, given the chance. “God, tell me about it.” my mother said. “Ugh, we should have peed at the house.” my mom said with a laugh, apparently announcing that she too, needed a ladies room. For those of you interested, my mom was in her early forties at this time, and she always heavily resembled a quite sexy version of American actress Kathryn Hann, in case you’d like a visual representation of my mother. As soon as these two had announced their need, I felt my dick throb tightly in my pants. My arrousal had been steadily growing from watching Laury’s frantic thighs fidget and bounce for the past twenty minutes, knowing how much liquids she’d had that morning, but the actual sheer explicit announcement she made, including the words, “I really need to pee somewhere.” coupled with my stepmom’s, “Ugh, we should have peed at the house” was unbelievably sexy. It was one thing when a girl announced that she needed a restroom, but it was an entirely different level of sexy when they actually explicitly used words like “pee” and “peed.” It was just so hot. It brought my mind immediately to try to conjure up the mental images of each of these two distinctly different females’ vaginas getting the chance to let loose and release their respective torrents of pent up urine. My stepmom Susan, the Kathryn Hann lookalike, had a nice big round butt encased in “mom-jeans” that day. Susan wasn’t squirming in her seat, but had just lamented not peeing back at the house… TO BE CONTINUED! LIKE MY WRITING? COMMISSION ME! CONTACT!
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  6. Chapter 218 Liam When Megan looks in my direction I pretend I’ve just arrived at the doorway and as I hear Paul coming down the stairs and through the dining room I make a comment to Cara about her husband saving the day. Her knee length black dress is swinging around as she sits right back as far as she can on the two seater sofa, her tights rubbing at the top and her top leg swinging as her low heeled black shoes move back and forth. I’m not in the slightest surprised when she suddenly tells her husband that she really needs to use my bathroom, my penis throbbing in my suit trousers as I can’t take my eyes off her squirming and fidgeting body. The way she cups her hand lightly over the front of her dress as she swings from side to side walking quickly past me and through the dining room behind me is enough to almost make my body erupt, especially when she comments that she can’t even wait until she gets home and something about leaving things to the very last minute. My heart is pounding as I deliberately divert my attention to my girlfriend as I worry she may have noticed how I looked at Cara as she walked past me. Catching Megan’s eye I realise something instantly: she very clearly needs to pee every bit as much as Cara and now she can’t go! My eyes, hopefully, portray sympathy, though my thoughts are anything but as I wonder if her knickers under her long black skirt are still dry. Her face is so red and embarrassed looking that I highly doubt it as I’m so thankful that Paul has gone to get the buggy with his son in from the dining room. I can’t stop staring at my incredibly beautiful girlfriend as she wriggles for all she’s worth on the edge of the sofa, bouncing and fidgeting non stop. I spot her ramming her fist between her legs until she hears Paul getting nearer and she suddenly stands up, one foot sliding up and down her other calf. I need to say something to distract everyone from my very obvious erection, but just as I’m trying to swallow to moisten my very dry mouth Paul wheels the buggy through the doorway and starts chatting away. “Thank you so much for inviting us in. That was a delicious coffee Megan and I appreciated the snacks too as I hadn’t managed to get anything at the church. I hope you manage to get the tax sorted Liam. I know you have a lot on but it would be so good to see you both again.” Megan, unusually, seems very quiet as I hear her gasp quietly as she shuffles closer to me, now almost standing behind me. “I’m…I’m just going to check on Yasmin a minute…” As I watch Megan disappear behind me I hear Paul comment quietly, somewhat concerned sounding. “Is Megan ok? She looked very red in the face.” I’m reticent to move from where I am in the doorway, desperately wanting to see if I can see Megan anywhere but also wondering if I should perhaps tell Paul what’s wrong? I decide this would embarrass Megan too much so I shrug and say that she’s probably very tired still from the overnight journey and keen to check Yasmin is ok. Paul seems to accept this as he patiently waits for his wife to return. I check behind me for either of the woman, not seeing either of them anywhere and wondering where Megan might have went. Is she upstairs, perhaps standing outside the bathroom door pee dancing, perhaps even holding herself as she eagerly awaits it becoming free? Has she maybe hidden herself in one of the rooms for privacy so she can do whatever she needs to to stop herself having an accident? Or has she been inventive and found something perhaps to pee in like she once did with the scrambled egg saucepan in her kitchen in Bangor? Each scenario drives me crazy as I slip my hand down and take a step back more into the dining room so my erection isn’t as obvious to Paul. My penis feels so long and thick as it throbs and moves in my loose trousers as I fear I might even cum if I don’t calm down a bit! I look back over to Paul as he catches my eye. “Really sorry about Cara mate. We only live a few minutes from here too. She must have needed to go really badly. I can’t really comment mind you as I was holding right through doing that insurance stuff and the minute I stood up I thought I was going to embarrass myself. I’m glad you let me go or else I might have left a puddle.” “That’s ok. I went when I went up for my tablet as I was wanting to go the whole walk back from the church. Oh here she’s coming now.” “Thanks Liam. That feels much better. Where’s Megan gone?” “I thought she was upstairs?” “I didn’t see her.” “She’s maybe making a bottle or getting stuff for Yasmin. I’ll say goodbye from us both and thanks again for all your help. We really are grateful.” “No problem. Say goodbye to Megan for me won’t you Liam? She has my number.” “ I will do. Bye.” I close the front door immediately stroking myself as I have to find Megan. I need to know if she made it or not. I want to hear all about how long she needed to go and just how bursting she was. Walking back through the living room I hear Yasmin’s familiar noises as she must have woken with the noise of the door. She’s not crying so I decide to find Megan first. “Meg? You ok? That’s them gone.” I stand silently in the dining room as I try to listen for Megan. Then I hear it as i can’t stop rubbing myself as my penis throbs and aches with such an urgency to cum. The whimpering and whining seems to be coming from the kitchen as I walk towards it curiously. “Phffff. Fuck! I can’t take this any more!” Looking in I see my girlfriend with her skirt and tights lying tossed on the floor and a hand towel rolled up between her legs as she’s crouched down in the kitchen bouncing on her knees holding the towel tight between her legs. “I gotta pee so bad Liam ok!” “I can see that babe. It’s ok, they’ve gone now!” The bouncing intensifies as Megan’s entire face contorts and her teeth clench together tightly as in the silence I stand and stare as she rubs back and forth with the towel between her legs as I wonder for a moment if she’s masturbating herself or trying to catch her urine. I’m mesmerised by her rubbing and pressing of the towel as I am sure I hear pee escaping from between her legs as she gasps and whines and shakes. “Oh my God this feels so fucking amazing!” She’s laughing now as she continues to rub her pussy with the towel as she teases me by pulling it down just enough for me to get a very clear view of her urethra pushed through between her red and puffy vaginal lips as urine pours out onto the towel as Megan pushes the warm wet towel back against her crotch and continues pleasuring herself. It’s the sexiest, more awesome thing I can ever recall seeing a woman do as my own body reaches a point of no return and I feel my underwear and trousers dampen with warm sticky fluid. Still crouched down Megan looks right up at me, her eyes wide and full of sheer relief and joy. “I couldn’t wait for Cara to finish. Thank goodness there was a hand towel in here!” “I assume you were needing that a while then sweetheart?” She stands up, leaving the soaking wet towel on the floor as she steps beside me, still naked from the waist down, and throws her arms around me. “Right from when you were chatting to Andrew Watt at the church. Then the whole walk back here. Then while we chatted at the corner to Paul and Cara, and then the entire time they were here! I’d better go get changed as my knickers and tights need washed as much as the towel does. God that was an amazing pee though.” I feel her hand creep down to my crotch. “I think you could do with getting changed too don’t you?” I nod as Megan holds me close and kisses me before she rushes past and I hear her chatting casually to Yasmin at the bottom of the stairs. “I’ll be down for you in a minute baby. I promise.”
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  7. Hi omorashi.org, I'm Ella. This is a story I haven't told anyone before. This website is a place where I feel like I can share it. It all started in 2015. It was my birthday, and I had a very fun party with my brother, two cousins and my dad, along with many of my friends. However this story takes place after the party. We all got into my dad's car and left for home. The party was at a nice hall in downtown Toronto and it was about 30 minutes away from my home. Now the car is quite small, so I had to sit on my brother's lap. We're fraternal twins and very close, so I didn't mind. What was bothering me however was a slight urge to pee. I was wearing a blue dress and spandex shorts underneath. The urge wasn't too bad but annoying to say the least. After a while of driving in the dark, a deer crossed the road in front of us. My dad yelled in fear and quickly halted the car. I was super scared in that moment and covered my eyes with my hands. After about 5 seconds I realised I had just wet myself. My spandex shorts were soaked. After 2 or 3 minutes it was seeping into my dress and my brother noticed. He whispered: "El, did you have an accident?". I nodded, tearing up. "Show me", he said. I lifted up the back of my skirt, revealing to him my wet shorts. His dick got hard. When I say hard, I mean it was nearly penetrating me. I found it odd but it made me horny as fuck. When we got home, my dad went to bed pretty quick. My cousins too. My brother and I were awake, aroused like crazy. I didn't change out of my pee soaked clothes and he didn't change his shorts, which were damp with my pee as well. We masturbated in the dark. It was quite an experience.
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  8. A little nervous for my first real post but here it goes. Got a little bold today going for a workout and said maybe I’d leak some in my boxers when going to the bathroom if I needed to badly enough and then toss my shorts back on over like nothing happened. Well as it would be, as I finished and went to change (I bring extra layers to wear to & from since it’s getting colder) and decided it would be a good chance to try it. Got myself into a stall and tugged my shorts down but left my boxer briefs completely on and worked out a couple nice spurts before finishing in the toilet like a good boy. After that I threw my sweats on over and left with no one the wiser while being nice and wet all on my crotch.
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  9. Chapter 220 Liam I can’t believe I actually asked her, in my usual clumsy manner granted! It’s like everything has changed, yet nothing has changed at all, as I amuse and watch Yasmin in the living room whilst I type in Megan’s bank account details to the government site to set up the road tax direct debit, allowing Megan peace to cook us all tea. I can smell chicken cooking as my stomach rumbles and I get a confirmation email to say my new car is now taxed. While Yasmin sits on the floor with some toys half playing and half watching TV I go onto the StelaLine site to see if I can upgrade our tickets to include the car even though I don’t quite know how I’ll pay for it right at this point. As I’m navigating the site looking for the relevant information I hear Megan’s mobile ringing in the dining room and hear her shout through asking if I can get it as she’s busy cooking. I pick up Yasmin and walk through to the other room where I pick up Megan’s phone and answer it without even checking who it is. I recognise the voice instantly as I look at Megan humming to herself happily in my aunt’s kitchen and I have this overwhelming need to protect her. “Megan isn’t available right now. Can I take a message for her?” I pray silently to myself that Shaun doesn’t recognise my voice as I try to keep Yasmin quiet and listen at the same time. Not wanting Megan to hear who it is or what he’s saying I step closer to the living room and allow a wriggling Yasmin to get down to her toys again. Doing my best to disguise my voice I confirm that I will pass on his message to Megan and then I hang up, terrified he might question me and find out I am actually his employee. “Who was it honey?” I want to lie but I fear this might only make things worse. As Megan brings in plates of chicken, mashed potatoes and vegetables I smile at her warmly despite my shaking hands and return to the living room for the baby again. “It was Shaun again.” “I might have guessed. Did he shout at you?” “Actually no. He just wanted me to pass you a message.” “Did he recognise your voice?” “I don’t know for certain but I don’t think so. This looks delicious! You are so good to me you know.” I love how she smiles at me, how her eyes shine and her cheeks go all rosy. “So what was the message?” “The visit went well this morning and your dad has called social services today regarding the little one.” “Is that what Shaun actually called her?” “Yes” “Wow.” I carry on eating as Megan eats her meal and simultaneously feeds her sister. I look at them both, feeling such a guilt at telling them what Megan’s very own brother just said and wishing I could just magic all their troubles away forever. “I’m so sorry love. I wasn’t wanting to tell you.” She looks at me again still smiling. I’m not sure if it’s a brave cover up or genuinely how she feels about it all. “Let’s not worry about that tonight Liam. It’s been a very emotional day already and there’s nothing going to happen tonight. If social services were that worried they’d have called me today already. The only missed calls I had were from Shaun and Iain. Did he say how the boys are at all?” “No sorry.” “Not your fault. He only called to try and frighten me you know. You don’t need to hide things from me Liam. It’s always better to tell the truth. There’s some fresh fruit and cream in the fridge if you’d like some.” “That sounds delicious. You want some brought in?” “Yeah why not. Thanks.” As I said earlier it was as if nothing had changed after I sort of asked Megan to marry me. After pudding she takes her sister upstairs to bath and get ready for bed and she comes back down with Yasmin in one of her one piece pop up the front things. I sort of expected that, but what I didn’t expect was my beautiful Megan coming down in a little silk and lace black top with matching knickers that take my breath away and cause my penis to immediately enlarge in my tracksuit trousers. “Oh my God Megan! You look stunning! I never even knew you had anything like that!” “I don’t! I was looking for a flannel to wash Yasmin with and found these in a drawer in your aunt’s room. I hope you don’t mind that I tried them on?” “Oh goodness no! Ha! My aunt’s? Now that’s something I never expected! Next you’ll be saying you found handcuffs and a leather belt in her room too…” “Well now you mention it Liam…” My eyes enlarge like saucers, my mind racing, as I look at Megan Murphy to try and work out if she’s teasing or telling the truth. “Ha ha! You should see your face! Seriously though I have no idea where your aunt might have got these from as looking at all her other clothes…sorry some of them were in the very same drawer as this…this is a completely different size to everything else of hers.” “Maybe someone gave it to her?” I look at Megan and we both laugh, obviously thinking the exact same thing. Our voices blend together as we both laugh so hard in my aunt’s cosy living room in Chester. “Sandy or Jim?” Megan puts her sister on the floor as I grab her from the side and pull her onto my knee kissing her neck and ear lobes and then her lips. The sexy lingerie, like so many things it seems, might be something we never find the answer to, but right now that doesn’t matter one bit. What matters is that the three of us are together on a night when I should feel the most lonely I ever have, but instead I feel deeply loved and delighted that Megan Murphy actually agreed to marry me, even if I just blurted it out rather badly. Whatever happens with social services and Yasmin I will always stand with her and fight for the baby every bit as much as I know she will.
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  10. PART 2 After my mom’s comment, no one seemed to show any further concern for Laury’s bodily plight, as my dad just determinately drove to the airport to pick up his mother in law Sherry, as had been planned. My buddy Arnold in the back however, nudged me silently on my shoulder without anybody else noticing, and when I turned back to look at him, he just eyed Laury shifting and bouncing in front of him with a mischievous smile, before licking his lips like a frat boy. Was he just “commenting” on Laury’s general hotness, or did he also find it hot that she needed to pee and was in this way, coming out with his own pee fetish? I didn’t know it at the time, as Harold and I had never discussed it openly, but I began to wonder if Harold also had a thing for girls who needed to pee, like I did. When we pulled up outside the airport however, Laury wasted no time. No sooner had the car begun to slow to a crawl and pull up beside the concrete curb outside the airport then she had already released her seatbelt and was busy reaching across my sister’s lap to the door handle saying, “I’m just gonna run in here real quick and use the ladies room.” “They’re not gonna let you.” my father said to her firmly, turning to meet her worried looking gaze in the backseat. “You’ll have to go through airport security just to get to the restrooms on the other side.” “(sighs) Seriously?” Laury said in a whiny tone. “Yeah seriously, just wait til we get downtown. We’re going there now.” said my father. “I have to go too, if it’s any consolation.” my mother laughed from the front seat. Laury just sighed again, her facial expression looking quite annoyed. “Well where is she?” Laury asked, looking around impatiently while she continued to frantically bounce her thighs in her seat. “She’ll be here any second.” said my dad. Laury sighed again and just sat back in her seat in resignation, crossing her sexy legs under her minidress. “There she is.” my mother announced pointing to Sherry pulling her wheeled suitcase down the concrete walkway towards our car with a big wave and a big toothy smile. “That’s your mom? And your grandma?” Harold said, touching Cassie’s shoulder from behind. “Yeah sure is.” Susan said from the front seat with a wave to her mom. I looked back at Harold, he was a bit taken aback, seeing my grandma (or step-grandma?) Sherry as she strode confidently towards us, that day wearing a white fur coat over a dress that was tropically colored, looking fit neither for Thanksgiving nor for Christmas, looking more fit for a Bahamas vacation, or a long tropical cruise between the cayman islands. It is likely of value at this point to describe Sherry’s physical appearance for you, so that you might just better understand Harold’s slightly inappropriate visual reaction to my grandma. You see, Sherry resembled Cheryl Hines, yes the blonde lady from Curb Your Enthusiasm, not only in her physical appearance but also in her very waspy, uptown girl, go-getter, no-nonsense attitude that she sported. Sherry was an older woman for sure, in her early sixties now, but had kept up her bodily exercise and discipline better even than my mother, for all of these years, in keeping with her business girl mindset and character. This is relevant only because it speaks volumes towards understanding the dynamic at play between my mom her and Sherry. Sherry had carved a career for herself through years and years of hard work on Wall Street, which was no easy accomplishment for a female at the time she’d really made her bones, and so had always carried with her an air of achievement which bled constantly into her pittying, looking down upon, patronizing, or flat out condescending people, and especially other females, who didn’t do as well as her, primarily her own daughter, Susan. Susan had always been more of a “hippie type” her whole life, in stark contrast with her mother’s materialistic prowess, and this fissure had been the cause and subject of many mother-daughter heated exchanges over the years. Susan then married my dad, himself a successful lawyer, and had managed to improve her social and economic status through him, which pleased her mother, though she still couldn’t let her daughter live down just how much more she had the potential to do with her own life, if ever she would drop the “hippie existentialist stuff” and “apply herself to a career, not just a marriage”. They had managed to drown this debate down for the holidays over the past few years, but they were vastly different from one another in character, and there was noticeable tension in the air whenever Susan and Sherry were in the same proximity. Like I said before, Sherry strode towards us looking, even for her cougar age, like a million bucks in her tight tropical dress and white fur coat, in contrast to my step moms shawl and “mom-jeans”, ever so casual, always the hippie. I mentioned that Sherry resembled Cheryl Hines, and with the dress she wore today, her long legs striding towards us, she looked a lot like Cheryl Hines character in the episode of her show Suburgatory in which Cheryl did a sexy little pole dance at a public event, showing her lovely rear in the process. Well my step grandma had a similarly sexy body, complimented by lots of tanning, yoga, exercise, skin lotion, you name it, Sherry was cougar, a Cheryl Hines lookalike that could hold her own in terms of looks even among her own daughter, twenty years younger… When Sherry finally reached our car, and looked inside with a big wide smile, Laury next to me was quietly but urgently uttering to herself, “Oh come on come on come on…” as her little shoe bells jingling and her thighs bounced around frantically. “Hi mom!” Susan said, rolling down her window. “We’re pretty packed, you’ll have to bring your bag to the backseat with you next to Harold back there, in the furthest row.” my mom said, pointing our Harold. Laury looked quite anxious the whole time Sherry took her time to smile and greet all of us and get her bearings as to where she’d be sitting in the minivan. When Cassie opened the slide door next to Sherry to let her in, Laury pointed to Sherry’s suitcase, nudging Cassie on the arm, urgently saying, “Come on, grab her bag, help her, come on…” as her sole focus was on getting Sherry inside the car so we could leave, presumably so she could find a bathroom somewhere when we finally reached downtown to do some holiday shopping, as was the plan. “I’m helping her” Cassie said as she grabbed the handle of Sherry’s luggage, pulling it in towards her and into the backseat next to Harold. Sherry quickly stepped inside the car and got into the back, Harold extending his hand to meet and greet her. “Harold, pleased to meet you.” he said with a smile, taking in Sherry’s tanned swanlike shoulders as she proceeded to remove her fur white coat, showing her bare shoulders and the relatively low neckline of her tropically colored dress. Only the slightest amount of cougar cleavage, of tanned cougar tits, were revealed by Sherry’s tropical dress, and she only thought the boy was being polite as he took in the tropical colors of her garment, painted onto her toned cougar’s body. “Pleased to meet you as well.” Sherry said, taking Harold’s hand. “Cassie, Alex, Susan, John, good to see you all again of course, thanks for coming to pick me up, and you must be…” here she addressed Laury, having never met her before today. Laury painfully but politely plastered a smile over her otherwise anxious looking face, her legs subtly trembling bouncing and flexing as she forced out a polite sounding, “Hi, I’m Laury, Cassie’s friend.” before Cassie pulled the van’s door back shut and my dad pulled the car away from the airport. Laury never refastened her seatbelt, she likely forgot or simply didn’t care, she was so desperate for a piss. The next twenty minutes were nothing but torture for poor Laury, as her sole focus was on the traffic before us and of course on not peeing where she sat. She really needed to go I could tell, and was doing all she could not to make too much of a production of her frantic, seated pee-dancing. Her eyes scanned each and every single store we passed by, a bookstore here, a candle shop there, a bank here, a post office and a UPS store there, just desperately hankering for any establishment where she might be able to pee, while my dad just continuously drove at a slow and steady pace with the ocean of holiday traffic, through the narrow city streets. Sherry was meanwhile regaling us with the tales of her latest financial forays, and how’d she’d been one of the only people her age to get “clued in” with the crypto market before it was too late. Sherry was the one actually footing the bill of our holiday vacation, rental house and everything, and so we were happy to oblige her, for some time at least, while she praised her career and her latest accomplishments, and when I turned back to look at Harold in the backseat, I noticed him actually “check out” my granda, looking her up and down along her tropically decorated body, her slim, cougar figure. I found it just a little off putting that Harold was so openly attracted to my grandma, feeling that it had something of a slightly Harold and Maude feel to it, but decided to let it go mentally, as Harold was also a young man of twenty one years of age, myself, and after all, Sherry was a quite attractive woman for her age. We finally managed to find parking, pretty deep in downtown, which we were all fairly celebratory of considering our main aim was to shop in the downtown square where all traffic had been cordoned off to make way for pedestrian shoppers, people on foot who wanted to go and peruse all of the different tents that had been set up for this special, holiday shopping excursion. Artisan scented candles, hand carved and painted wooden nut-crackers, jars of organic homemade honey, all sorts of venders and artisan craftsmen had set up little tents to sell their wares in the downtown square. It was festive and lively and packed with hundreds of shoppers from around the city, and many, like us, who were from out of town, too. The area had gotten an early snow only several weeks prior, which had mostly melted out in the countryside but here in the city, since the skyscrapers shaded the downtown area from the slanted sun’s rays at this time in the late fall, lots of beautiful, fluffy white snow remained, blanketing everything and adding to the holiday atmosphere, the Christmas spirit hovering about the entire area like Narnia… No sooner had we parked and Cassie had exited the car, then Laury flung out behind her with lightning speed. As soon as Laury’s feet touched the ground, she immediately started to do a subtle, walk-in-place, raising one elf shoe off of the snow a few inches before setting it down and raising the other leg, the little bells on on shoes subtly jingling. Laury’s legs weren't moving around so frantically now that she was out of the car and able to stand up straightly, but I alone noticed that she nearly always had one foot subtly lifters from the snowy ground a tad, looking almost as if she were stepping on hot coals or something, impossible for her to keep both feet planted at once. Further up her torso, Laury also had her arms crossed across her chest, her thin arms bare other than the frilly green lace cuffs at her shoulders. Her facial expression looked a little more cheerful and far less anxious now that she was free of the car, and she was actually smiling as her big pretty Italian eyes took in the festive cheer of the downtown holiday shopping arrangements, happy and merry families walking to and fro as they sipped cups of hot apple cider. She couldn’t keep both feet planted, but boy did she have a pretty smile when her bratty side drifted away and the sweet-heart Italian countryside girl she was in a former lifetime bled through her modern aesthetic showing the madonna she was meant to be. As she stood in the snow, she was entire shaded by a line of great big Birch trees, decorated by the city with Christmas ornaments in the shape of enormous shining red orbs, her arms were actually shivering in the cold temperatures of the shade, and as my eyes drifted down to her subtly lifting feet, adorned with her cute little elf shoes, I noticed that the cloth fabric of the shoes was actually darkening in color as the elf shoes gradually became damp with the snow beneath them. Stylish though they were, they were far from being practical, and again, this thin Italian teenaged beauty, the “hot girl” friend of my sisters’, just couldn’t keep both of her little elf shoes planted on the ground at once. My eyes trailed up Laury’s subtly stepping legs, clad in her loud, festive red-and-white-striped leggings, the red and white rings orbiting her toned girly thighs in continuous concentric circles, all the way up, til the stockings suddenly stopped, revealing the cinnamon sprinkled on top of Laury’s candy-cane-delight legs, in the form of just the most precious three inches of bare, tan, Italian thigh, her womanly legs nude and shining out like toasted sugar on a lovely delicious caramel drink before her thighs inevitably disappeared beneath the hemline of her sexy little dress, hugging her torso in green, frilly, Christmas delight. As cold as it was outside, especially since we were parked in the shade, I realized that as silly a decision is was to wear a minidress in the cold like Laury was currently wearing, she must surely have felt thankful currently to have worn the stockings that ran the entire length of her subtly pee-dancing legs, the nude part of her upper thighs being the only few inches fully and nakedly exposed to the cold temperatures. Laruy smiled looking out at all the Christmas lights and the shopping, her crossed arms shivering, before she did a little curtsy on the spot (whether from the cold or from the need to pee or both) before turning and facing the rest of us in anxious expectation. How long were we all going to stand here getting out of the car? Laury just kept lifting her shoes subtly from the snow and I saw goosebumps appear on her shivering, thin arms as she let out a shaky, shivery breath through tightly pursed lips. A strand of hair hell down across her forehead and in front of her face for a moment, but Laury quickly blew the strand of hair back over her head as she again turned and faced all the shopping and her slowly dampening little elf shoes made a candy-cane diorama out of her never-standing-still legs. She needed to pee, but didn’t want to draw too much attention to herself until we were all out of the car. My dad, letting the traffic pass by, finally opened the driver’s side door and looked both ways as he shut the door and stepped through the snowy road around the car to meet us, as just then Sherry and Harold stepped out of the car from the back seat at last and Cassie did the honor of sliding the big mini van door shut, as my did clicked it locked with the remote control car key. Beep beep! “Okay, where are we going?” Laury was the first to speak, and spoke with rapid, anxious pace, as she walked in place, in spite of the relatively cheery smile she was wearing. “Hey, why such a hurry, can we get acclimated?” Sherry said as she was looking around now at all the lights, the families the joyous holiday atmosphere… Sherry again let out an awkward, breathless little laugh and forced a smile on her blushing face as she stepped a couple feet closer to my grandma on legs that couldn’t stop moving. She was less covert about her constant walking-in-place now, seeming to sense that she couldn't entirely hide her (not so) subtle pee-dancing now that everyone’s eyes were on her, but that, feeling (not totally) unashamed of her bodily need, she just smiled a congenial smile at Sherry as she tried to catch her gaze, so that she could communicate her next thought, which she did on prancing legs as until she finally caught Sherry’s gaze with her pretty Italian eyes and let out a breathless, precious, “It’s just” feet stepping up and down, arms crossed, cheeks blushing profusely as her eyes flicked around and saw us all watching her, ” I really need to go to the bathroom. It’s just-“ her gaze staring off at the stops in the distance, yearningly, “can we just go?” Her body rocking back and forth in her little green dress and tight candy cane leggings, “I need to go.” she said anxiously, but still, perhaps wanting to appear polite in front of the grown ups, she couldn’t actually bring herself to just leave our party and walk away to find a so desperately needed restroom. “We’re all going that way, let’s just go. I have to pee too.” my mother Susan offered. Harold’s eyes were glued to Laury’s sexy legs, and as I watched his face, it seemed his cheeks also turned a shade of red, and his eyes also had the lightheaded stare of someone whose blood is gradually leaving their brain to fill up another head further south, and as I looked, Harold briefly touched the front of his pants near his crotch as his mesmerized gaze fixated on Laury’s legs, her subtle pee-dancing. her resultless feet growing damp and inevitably growing cold inside her little elf shoes. Harold was clearly turned on, and with a sexy fox like Laury, pee-dancing in the snow in front of him, it was hard to blame him for the slowly swelling member, currently growing in his pants. Sherry also seemed to fixate momentarily on Laury as she suddenly decided to chime in with her own two cents on the matter of grown women holding their pee for extended periods of time, as laughed a casual laugh with a smile as she said, “You’re generations think you ladies can just declare you need to pee and the world has to heed your call.” Sherry said. “Let me tell you something, try being the only lady in a four hour board meeting with iron bladdered men, none of them apparently having to pee until the one girl” she raised her hand saying this “finally announces she really cant hold it anymore and needs a break, and then what do you know suddenly four guys stand up and make a B line for the restroom, but all of them were too macho to say anything until the girl did first.” Sherry said with a congenial laugh as we all slowly walked towards the downtown square, the hub of activity. “And don’t get me started on our meeting we had with a client on his fishing boat, that was pretty off-the-books if you know what I mean, the men all peed off the side of the boat while I just had to hold it the whole two hours, I was really straining, but did I show it? Absolutely not? Who do those guys think they are anyway, peeing before a lady?” Sherry said. Her fur coat standing out proudly in the city lights, her toned body tightly encased in her colorful tight dress, my cougar of a grandma Sherry just brought an aura of lighting up the whole room into any space that she stepped into, and this downtown shopping area was no exception. “Okay, I need a bathroom.” Laury said as we finally made it to where all the tents were. The area was extremely packed now with crowds and crowds of people passing by all around us in different directions, and it was nearly difficult to continue to see each other, all of us in our party, as pedestrians passed by in the chaotic cacophony of the shopping spree. Laury looked to us for answers, it seemed, but suddenly she blushed, and just said to us, “hughhh, I’m gonna go into Starbucks, I’ll be back…” those final three words trailing off into nothingness as she quickly rushed away from us through the crowd, the little bells on her dampening shoes ringing out with urgency. I saw Harold’s eyes watching her until she disappeared entirely. My eyes caught Cassie for a moment, my thick, sexy step sister, in her tight orange stockings that trailed up her thighs as high as Laury’s did before disappearing beneath he hemline of her cornucopia adorned mini dress, this Thanksgiving looking princess, Cassie. As I watched Cassie, I noticed that she was also balancing her weight on one foot, then the other, then finally the first foot again… Did she need to pee too? She had drank as much as her friend had, but she hadn’t made any mention of needing to pee yet, in spite of Laury’s loud and repeated proclamations. TO BE CONTINUED! LIKE MY WORK? COMMISSION ME!
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  11. Here's the winner of the NCAA XC race crossing the finish line, I feel like you can see her in the act of wetting herself but maybe I'm imagining it. Not sure it comes through in this clip that's presumably lower quality than the original, but noticed it in the original video. clip.mp4
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  12. Chapter 219 Megan After my ‘incident’ in the kitchen I run upstairs quickly to get changed into more casual clothes before returning downstairs to get Yasmin out of the car seat. I take her upstairs to change her nappy, put her into some leggings and a top and take her back down to the kitchen to get a yogurt and some fruit to feed her. I notice Liam has put the towel and dirty clothes in the washing machine and after feeding Yasmin I plan to go back upstairs with her to collect the rest of the washing and put the machine on. I notice Liam’s mobile phone and tablet on the dining table from earlier as I suddenly remember that my phone is still in my coat pocket and still on do not disturb. Sitting in the dining room with Yasmin I notice Liam has also changed out of his suit when he returns to the dining room wearing a pair of adidas joggers that I’ve never seen before and a loose t-shirt. I can’t help but admire his body still as he comes downstairs while I’m feeding Yasmin and asks if I’d like a cuppa. He joins me at the big table as I finally get a proper update on the car insurance that is now sorted and I suggest he looks online to see how much road tax is. “To be really honest with you Megan I’m maxed out on my credit card as I had to pay two months insurance upfront..” He pauses to type some numbers from the registration document into the government website. “Yip this is beyond me. £155! God I had no idea it was that much.” “Can you pay it up?” “Looks like it, though they add a surcharge. It’s £13.57 a month if you do it by direct debit.” “You can set that up on my account if you want. Did you put me on the insurance?” “Yeah. I put your address as mine in Bangor. I hope that was ok?” “We’ll I don’t really see me going back home now, do you?” “I sort of guessed that.” “If you don’t mind taking over with Yasmin I’ll get my purse and get you the details for the road tax.” “You sure about this?” “Absolutely.” Handing Liam Yasmin I go to find the changing bag and dig out my purse and phone. Turning the do not disturb off I place the phone down on the table to get my bank card out my purse as the phone immediately vibrates with a missed call. “Is it the long number you need honey?” “No. It’s the name and details of your bank account to set up a direct debit.” “Ah. I don’t know that off by heart I’m afraid. I know it’s Halifax on the Main Street in Bangor though. Any idea how I could find out my account number?” “Maybe a branch might be able to tell you?” “That’s a great idea. I’ll google and see if the branch in Bangor has a direct number.” “There’s a Halifax here in Chester if that helps?” “Seriously? Do you know where it is?” “Of course. It’s in the city centre.” “Is that far from here?” “No. In fact you know the way we just walked back from my aunt’s church? The city centre is just ten minutes walk from there.” I pick up my mobile as I look at the screen and see I’ve missed 3 calls, two from a Shaun and one from Iain. I must look stressed or angry or something as Liam looks at me anxiously. “Everything ok?” “Just 3 missed calls from my family. Fancy a walk then after I’ve finished my tea? I assume the bank will still be open? Liam checks his watch and smiles at me. “It’s only just after 3. Do you want to call back whoever it was? Am I right it thinking it was Shaun again? You know I’m still a bit shocked at how he spoke to you yesterday. There’s no way he’d speak to any of the guys I work with like that. I feel terrible working for him now you know.” “It’s not your fault. He’s always liked to be the boss and have control but he’s never threatened me this bad before. Lots of digs and that sort of stuff but nothing on the scale of yesterday. He can brew for a bit though. I could do with some fresh air and once we get the road tax sorted that’ll be another thing off the list. I’ll get Yasmin’s coat.” Within 5 minutes we’re heading out the door again with Yasmin in her buggy as Liam directs and leads as we walk towards the city centre in the hope the bank can help me out. I’m still in shock at how different Chester is to back home in Bangor in every way. The roads are busier, the houses bigger and way more expensive, and even the shops look more modern and fresh. As we get closer to the city centre I gasp as the precinct reminds me of Belfast with its huge department stores, discount clothes stores and well known high street names. Liam appears as familiar with the shops as he is his flat back in Bangor as he quickly leads us straight to a big branch of Halifax as he pushes the door open and holds it to let me in. The staff are only too willing to help me and quickly provide the information I need as I double check I have enough funds for the first direct debit before thanking them and leaving. On the walk back Liam is more relaxed than I’ve ever known him as he eagerly points out the road to the Cathedral, the zoo and aquarium, the Roman Gardens and enthusiastically says how he just must me to see the amphitheater while I’m here. “Oh and there’s some truly lovely walks along the river too.” I love hearing him happy, animated and excited as I joke half heartedly that he won’t want to go back to Bangor. As we walk the few houses in Westminster Street to get to number 20 again Liam looks at me directly as he stands on the front door step with his key in the lock. “I genuinely don’t know what to do to be honest Megan. I’ve lived here all my life and this house holds a very special place in my heart. Compared to my flat in Ireland this is like a castle and I know my aunt would love it if I lived here permanently. But then maybe I could sell here and we could get somewhere together in Bangor where we both have jobs and you have family? What would you like best?” “We could get a house in Bangor? You really want me to live with you all the time?” As he closes the front door and he follows me through to the dining room where I park the buggy by the stairs and lift Yasmin out Liam gently touches my arm as I stand upright holding my sister. “Of course I want that. If today has taught me anything Megan it’s that you never know what might happen in life. Life is too short. You know I was talking to Paul earlier as he was asking how I met you and he really made me see something: My aunt Ella never gave up on me ever. She never stopped praying for me and believing in me. I really believe you are one of her answers to her prayers. We were meant to meet. We were destined to fall in love. I am a better man for being with you. I love you so much, and I love you too Yasmin. I’m committed to you Megan. I know we’ve only been together a short time but we’ve been through so much. Of course I want us to live together, wether that’s here or in Bangor. I want you to drive the car because it’s as much yours as it is mine. We’re a couple and I want us to stay like that forever. One day, if you want, I’d love it if you agreed to marry me.” Yasmin, clearly unaffected by Liam’s heartfelt speech, is trying to climb out my arms to crawl about so I put her down and fall into Liam’s arms as he holds me tight and we kiss lovingly. I smile up at Liam, a man I absolutely adore with all my heart. “Maybe we ought to sort out the road tax before we think about a wedding? I wonder how Shaun will take this latest news then? Oh and the answer is yes in case your wondering..though I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing to commit my life to a saint of desperate situations! I’ll never be able to pray to St Jude in the same way ever again!”
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  13. Laundry day means wetting day! Those are the rules. 20211121_141640_Trim.mp4
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  14. I talked about Michael in the male school sightings thread (waiting approval as I’m new), but in short he was a really hot lad at school who I had a crush on. Michael had just passed his driving test at age 17, and it was novel for him to drive to places just because he could. He would randomly turn up at friend’s houses to take them to places and one day he showed up at mine and asked if I wanted to go for a drive. We’d become mates when I moved and ended up living near him. I said yes, and we drove to the seafront together. It was about 40 minutes or so away from where we were living, and it was a nice drive with the windows down and music on. When we got there we got fish and chips, then he tried to show me how to skim stones on the water. He was really good at it, but I was bad at it so he had to keep showing me. After a while I was aware I needed a wee, but at this point we were sitting together just talking and I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t see any toilets nearby either, and because I was so shy I didn’t even consider that I would tell Michael. We spent an hour talking, and I was really wanting to squirm around or hold myself, but I couldn’t do either. Michael didn’t seem to be showing any signs he wanted to leave, so I kept quiet and just suffered in silence. Eventually I suggested we take a walk across the seafront, because I was hoping I’d spot some public toilets nearby or somewhere else I could nip into. He didn’t go for it though, and asked if I wanted to skim stones more. We skimmed stones for at least another twenty minutes, and at this point the sound of the tide coming in and the waves were doing my head in. I was seriously contemplating sitting on the stones and just weeing out a bit of my full bladder to relieve the pressure, because I was wearing a flowy skirt that sat just above my knees and I thought I could get away with it. I even sat down at one point and said I’d just watch him skim stones, but I chickened out because I couldn’t work out how to do it without getting my knickers wet. Finally, Michael said we should start heading back. I was so relieved and said yes, but as I stood up my bladder pulsed and threatened to fail. I had to grab myself, but he didn’t see as he’d already started heading up the beach. At this point I was seriously worried I was going to wee all over his car seat, and I knew I was going to have to say something. The problem is, when I say I am shy, I really really mean SHY. As I approached him I tried to steel myself to speak. My heart was racing and I opened my mouth to speak, but just couldn’t voice it. I wanted to cry at that point because I just couldn’t open my mouth. So, I got into the car without saying anything, and tried to pretend I was okay. As he was reversing the car out of the space my bladder twinged in such a way I realised I was going to wet myself if I didn’t speak up. It sent ice through my veins and I finally managed to get the words out. ”Do you know if there are toilets on this sea front?” I finally said, trying not to sound too timid. ”I don’t really know,” Michael said in reply. “I don’t know this area.” This was before mobile phones were a big thing, so I couldn’t just search online to find out either. “If you can’t wait, I’ve got a bucket in the boot I use for cleaning my car.” He said it like it was a joke, so I laughed a little and just said I’d wait. There was still a 40 minute drive, and I thought I could ask him to stop if I saw somewhere on route home, but as he was circling the car park to get to the exit my bladder twinged again and I clenched my muscles HARD to stop a leak. I knew there was no way I could manage even another five minutes, let alone longer. ”No,” I said sharply. He put his foot on the brake immediately and looked at me, concerned. “I can’t wait. I’ll use the bucket.” Michael was a superstar in that moment. I thought he was going to laugh and I was so embarrassed that I started crying, but he parked the car again straight away and told me it was okay. He got out and got the red bucket out of the boot, then opened the passenger door and handed it to me. ”Let me know when you’re done,” was all he said, then he shut the door and turned around. He leaned back against the door, shielding me. I put the bucket in the foot well and took my knickers off, moved my skirt out the way, then finally, finally released all the wee that had been begging to come out. My bladder was still aching even after I’d been emptying it a while. It honestly felt like it went on and on and on forever. I wish I’d counted! I was weeing so forcefully it was splashing loudly in the bucket and I hoped Michael couldn’t hear. I was so embarrassed, but also so so relieved. Finally, I stopped and slowly got up so I didn’t knock the bucket over or anything. I used tissue from my handbag to wipe and put my knickers back on, and looked down at this huge bucket of wee wondering what I was going to do next. I felt trapped because there really wasn’t any way Michael wasn’t going to see it, and I was dying of shame at this point. I knocked on the window and he glanced round, then moved and opened the door. I got out and before I could say or do anything, Michael glanced past me and at the bucket. “Geez Audrey, just how badly did you need to wee?” He said, but it was jokingly so I laughed instead of replying. Then he reached in and grabbed the handle, picking up the bucket!! I didn’t know what to say. Then he was off, taking it to a nearby drain where he emptied it out. Then he went over to the sea, rinsed it out, and came back to the car. ”You couldn’t have waited,” he said. “That bucket was half full.” I was too embarrassed to say anything. He put the bucket away and jumped back in the car, and I got in after and hoped he’d let it drop. ”Let’s try that again,” he said, starting the car up again. I just nodded at him, I didn’t know what else to say. I had a crush on him and I’d just had to wee in a bucket, in his car, with him just outside, and I just wanted to die of embarrassment. I’m so glad he was a star about it! This was years ago now and I still feel embarrassed when I think about it.
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  15. View File Desperate jeans wetting *Nudity warning* This are two short videos from Omogirl13’s Twitter profile, now gone, that I merged together. I haven’t seen her since her profile disappeared from Twitter about 1 year ago (probably blocked due to guidelines), does anyone know if she made any more content since then? Submitter WettestJeans Submitted 09/02/2021 Category Female  
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  18. As I previously stated in several other posts, and can be surmised from my fictional works, I'm a huge fan of omorashi stories that are almost cartoonish in nature or that intentionally play into common tropes and cliches. I have a feeling I might be in the minority with this one, as many would find it a turn-off, but I find it quite the opposite. I like it when a story includes some comical elements and some snappy dialogue, because let's face it, desperation can be just as entertaining as it is sexy and sometimes it's good to keep things light. You've got to admit that, as a subject, it has a lot of potential to be just as amusing as it is arousing, depending on how it's framed. ... Here are some examples of the sorts of things I like to see in stories that could be considered a little humorous: -A character keeps seeing reminders of their need in their surroundings (water imagery, words that relate to pee, etc.) -A character makes off-handed commentary about how badly they need to go or speaks in elaborate euphemisms / metaphors about it -Someone teases the desperate person in various ways that make their need worse -Character makes a fool of themselves by being visibly desperate / running to the bathroom -Excessively loud/long streams or sighs of relief -Mild inconvienences / obstacles interfering with getting to the bathroom -Character tries to conceal their need but it is blatantly obvious to everyone around -Drinking an absurd amount of fluids or holding an absurd amount of pee -Character acts in an animated fashion while desperate (leg crossing, crotch grabbing, pee dancing, etc, but turned up to 100) -Omo related puns / wordplay ... I love seeing these elements included, and to me it greatly enhances how much I enjoy a story. I almost always make an effort to incorporate these things into my own works. If that's not your thing, I completely understand, but there's got to be at least someone out there who agrees that mixing omo with humor is a win-win, as you can enjoy it on both levels simulataneously if it's written well enough. Anyone have any thoughts on this?
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  19. The more things i watch the more I discover about myself… i am apparently way more submissive than i thought
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  20. Haha, I love your comment! I indeed was laying very cozy in my warm bed, in my apparently slightly wet diaper (think I might’ve peed before going to sleep, but can’t remember) Thank you, I’m very glad to hear you enjoyed the story so much! ❤️ Thank you, glad to hear you liked the post! Hope that makes your teams meeting a bit more enjoyable 😋 I will definitely keep enjoying myself as myself, and stuff, and you noted, might take a similar picture again for posts in the near future
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  21. I think being given permission to laugh at toilet humor as an adult is one of the joys of reading/writing omo fic or RP.
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  22. I feel like this depends on how we describe mainstream. But, from google trends data it certainly has had a huge uptick in the last ten years. I think a larger reason that you are noticing more omo content is simply that there are more omo content creators now. A lot of porn production has shifted away from studios and towards smaller "content creators" on platforms like PH, onlyfans, and literally any webcam website. Smaller content creators are able to produce more tailored porn. Plus, omo is a type of porn that you can easily make by yourself making it ideal for these smaller content creators.
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  23. From the album: AlphaHyoudou's Art

    We're back! this time with a Preview of a new project I'm working on, so stay tuned! I assure you that it will entertain you a lot 👀
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  24. It's Really Long Story Time!™ I've peed myself in costume pretty much every halloween since I realized I was into it, and I think I've previously told a story about the vampire costume I wore when I was 16, but this story was the next year when I was 17, and is also a lot longer. My friends and I, all being 17 and set up to be adults next halloween, decided to make this last one worth it, and had done the stereotypical halloween movie thing and planned/mapped out the best way to get to all the houses with the good/big candy (aka the rich houses/neighborhoods,) and our final plan was gonna take like, three hours plus wherever we stopped to rest. I was wearing one of those inflatable bodysuit things because my lazy self though it seemed like a low-effort costume. Plus, it came with a mask that covered my entire head so if I walked around while wet, nobody would see my face to connect me to the fact that I was walking around with wet clothes. What I hadn't considered was how it would peeing in it would affect the body of the suit itself. I wasn't sure if the fabric was absorbent or waterproof or what, so that would end up being something I'd just have to find out during the night. I "accidentally" skipped out on using the bathroom before putting on the costume and heading to my friend's house to meet up with the rest of them. The weather had said it'd be pretty warm for a Canadian halloween, so I was only wearing briefs under the costume because online reviews said it got pretty warm inside the costume. My friends are fully aware that I was gonna be peeing myself a lot throughout the night because I did every halloween (and just throughout the year in general). While waiting for everyone to arrive, one of my friends expressed similar curiosity to how peeing in the suit would go, and I pretty much just shrugged. Once we had all arrived, we went over the path we'd be taking and made sure we had supplies (aka mostly snacks and water because 3 hours is a long time without food for a group of 17 year olds, but also a spare backpack for holding excess candy.) We had been out and about for roughly 15 minutes (we were still in the neighborhood we started in) when I first felt the urge to pee. I made the decision at that point to try and hold until we were walking between neighborhoods so I'd have time to relieve myself without anyone but my friends around. As I waited, the urge was getting pretty strong, and my bladder was very weak. But I managed to hold on just long enough to make it out of the neighborhood. I took the mask off my face because it was hot and began to relieve myself. I felt it begin to run down my legs and my briefs soaked through, and then started dripping off me and hitting the polyester fabric of the costume, which obviously made a pretty distinct noise that my friends quickly noticed (one of them got a little spooked by the sudden noise). They stopped walking and turned to look at me with interest as I continued relieving myself. One of them began to laugh, as he always did whenever I wet myself with him around. Then one of them pointed out that the liquid wasn't coming out of the bottom of the costume. I hadn't considered that could happen, but it made sense. The costume worked on the fact that it held in air in order to inflate, and it felt tight on my ankles, so it made sense that the pee stayed in the costume. I had pretty much turned myself into a water balloon but for piss. This meant that I would be walking around with piss pooled on my legs the whole night (not that I was opposed), but I now made a somewhat splashy noise when I walked and had the smell of pee around me, though it wasn't terribly strong. After I finished peeing, we continued towards the next neighborhood. As we started walking up to houses and getting candy, I noticed I got a few confused looks from other trick-or-treaters, which I assume was because I was making a liquid noise. I didn't get any looks that seemed particularly perturbed, so I don't think anyone other than myself could really smell me at this point. The warmth was also nice. It was gonna get progressively colder as the night went on (plus 'warm for a Canadian halloween' is still cold bc it's Canada), so the warmth was definitely helping against my regrets for not wearing any clothes underneath the costume. When we were a bit over halfway through the night, and we were walking through a forest path to get to the next neighborhood, and we stopped in a clearing that had picnic tables and a outhouse. While catching our breath from all the walking, I felt the need to pee again. It wasn't surprising on account of the fact that I had avoided peeing when I could for most of the day (I had peed like, 3 or 4 times prior to leaving the house, which is a low for me), and had been purposefully drinking a whole lot of the water we'd brought along. I began to pee again, and felt the liquid get higher in my costume. I may or may not have done a loud half-sigh-half-moan noise that embarrassed me in front of my friends who laughed about it. I finished peeing, which had been longer than the first time on account of the water chugging. One of my friends crouched down next to me and teasingly poked at my costume where the pee was, and commented about how I pissed myself when there was a outhouse. It was a joking remark because it was no secret that I wouldn't have used that outhouse in almost any circumstance, but I made the argument that getting out of the costume would have been too much of a hassle. The pee was now about a third of the way to my knees and the smell was distinct by now, which I realized when we passed another group of trick-or-treaters, and one of them said "what's that smell?" as we were walking away (my friends found that quite funny.) The looks went from confused to somewhat grossed out, because smelling pee and hearing liquid noises doesn't make things too hard work out. I was very thankful for the mask. Things continued pretty regularly until we back in the neighborhood we started in and a few steps from my friend's house (where we'd all be staying the night), when I felt an urge for the third time. I made no hesitation to began peeing as we got inside. Lucky for me, my friend's parents were out at a halloween party somewhere else in the neighborhood, which is why we used his house as the start/finish to begin with. As we put down the bags of candy on the table in the dining room, I finished up, and a concern was raised by one of my friends, "How are you gonna get the pee out without making a mess?" I froze as I began to process the question. I may have been all for publicly pissing myself, but I didn't want to make a mess at my friend's place and hadn't brought anything along that could clean up a puddle. Luckily, the friend who lived at the house directed me to the bathroom and had me get into the shower to take the costume off. I bent over and pulled on the elastic that held the ankles closed, and the pee rushed out and down the drain as my friends looked on in amusement. Once I was certain I had cleaned it out, I took the costume off, revealing my darkened-and-glistening briefs. This wasn't the first time I had been near-naked in front of any of them (having a lot of sleepovers with long-time friends is like that,) but I couldn't recall ever having exposed, soaked underwear in front of any of them, so that was a new experience (and a fun one at that.) That was pretty much the end of the night, minus us staying up for a few more hours. My friend left me sitting on a couple towels the whole night as we stayed up, which came in handy when I pissed myself again while we were watching a movie.
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  25. Blue wet jeans [251535914_168268585].mp4
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  26. Well, maybe once a month. Last time was yesterday. Should have been at work but had to resheduele to distance work instead... had to do laundry! 😬🙄😊 It´s always on purpose. Sometimes I drink a lot of water before bedtime and then wake up a few hours later bursting for a pee. Sometimes I wake up anyway and have to pee. Then, if the unge hit, I wet the bed. It´s so deliberating to just release the wet and warm that run down over my thighs and pool under me in bed. My bed is always protected so I can wet whenever I feel like it. Sometimes, if I don´t have the time to do all the nessecery washing, I just wet my panties and continue to sleep, or go to the toilet and let the rest out in my panties. When I wet my bed I often do it multiple times during the night. My husband accept my fetisch, and do not comment on it. Maybe a smile and a kiss when I confess in the morning... 💕
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  27. I'm actually shaking I don't know what just happened. I've been in the library all day studying for finals and my add medication makes me super thirsty so I've been drinking a lot and i didnt really think about it and I was so focused on writing and all of a sudden I just felt warm? I didnt even know what was going on and then I looked down and there is a wet spot on my pants. I dont pee myself in public!! I'm all scooted forwards under the table and I'm just hoping nobody walks by me and i hope it dries soon and oh my god I actually wet myself siting here. EDIT Okay now that I made it back to my dorm and am breathing normally I can give an update. I basically sat there in shock for a few minutes and tried to plan my exit. Letting out that leak made me have to pee even more so I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. I obviously didnt want anyone to notice so I took a notebook out of my bag and held it right against me to make sure no one would notice. I hurried back to my dorm as fast as humanly possible and even leaked a tiny bit more climbing up the stairs. As soon as i got to my room I threw down a towel and started letting it out. As soon as it started gushing out I was afraid the towel wouldn't be enough to hold it so I stripped those pants off and threw on some grey sweatpants to run to the bathroom. There I could finally totally release it and the relief was incredible. Now, this may have been the most embarassing moment of my life, but like the rest of you, I'm into this stuff so I managed to take a photo while I was sitting there in shock. I also took a quick video but stopped as I didn't want to pee all over my floor.
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    Very random assortment of videos of varying length, quality, frame rate, frame size, lots of wetting, some sex (warning: nudity obviously) other randomness... hopefully no duplicates but apologize if any slipped through... hopefully there are few re-posts as well but I'm sure there might be a few... should be something for everyone hopefully 🙂
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  30. Last Friday we had a few friends over for dinner and drinks. It didn't go too late, but we were all pretty tipsy by the time they left. I put on my pajamas and decided to have a nightcap and see if there was anything on TV. I didn't even finish my drink before I fell asleep. I woke up about 2 hours later full on wetting my pants, by the time I realized what was going on the back of my panties and pajama bottoms were completely soaked. I did manage to stop and get up, but I was pretty much empty by then anyway. I am not a bedwetter, so this came a quite a surprise to me. I thought I would share it.
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  31. Involving others. I have been reading the comments on two topics now for a week or two, The difficult question of Consent, (General) and, What’s the Appeal of Humiliation (Experiences) and, against my first inclination, have decided to add my opinion: please note that it is only my opinion. Two important points I should like to make clear. One, I would be completely against involving any unwitting or unwilling person in my enjoyment of the wet scene. It’s a bit like the protocol for personal jokes ‘belittling’ the other person – if they don’t think it’s funny then it isn’t ! Two, and subject to the limitations of number one above, I fear that some members here seem (for the best of reasons) to be pushing towards the ‘politically correct’ stance on this whereby an increasing number of ‘unpleasantries’ must be ‘hidden’ so as not to offend others. With these two points as a background I would like to contribute to the general discussion. Wetting in public has such an appeal for so many of us that it is clearly a favourite. So what exactly is wetting in public? I have had this thought for some time, you see lots of uploads titled ‘public wetting’ or ‘wetting in public’ Etc. only to find that they are wetting in a public place but with no one around, or in a public park say where the nearest ‘general public’ is away in the distance. Now I have no wish to criticize the efforts of anyone posting here or elsewhere, it takes a lot of courage to wet yourself outside of your own home, I know from personal experience! Whereas wetting in a busy street for example or in a bus queue takes a lot more courage. The reasons why this particular theme of wetting is so appealing has been discussed here before but how much it involves others is what we are considering and the two extremes are, one, standing outside a movie theatre in broad daylight as the crowd is exiting the theatre and wetting yourself profusely in white denim jeans with a puddle forming at your feet and two, wetting yourself at your garden gate late at night when there is no one around. The first includes as much exhibitionism as wetting and involves dozens of unwitting people while the second example is only just a wetting in a public place because of being outside the gate instead of inside and involves no member of the public at all. As an aside, I know which one I would prefer to see! The very expression ‘wetting in public’ assumes an element of being seen by a member or members of the public, or at least a risk thereof. This risk, this thrill is the essence of the enjoyment of public wetting. If the public were never involved, however peripherally, there would be no such thing as public wetting. So the fundamental point here, lest we recant from the practice altogether, is to determine what level of involvement of others is acceptable to us but more importantly, to them. Pertinent too is why do we like ‘public wetting’? My opinion Is that it is a way of seeking acceptance of our desire to wet. We want to be ‘discovered’, preferably by someone not known to is at first. Most people crave acceptance by society because this confirms that they are ‘normal’ so when we are performing a somewhat abnormal act we crave acceptance of our slight abnormality. Ultimately we want to be able to wet ourselves in a public setting without criticism or censure – we would then be ‘normal’, accepted. Until that point we must be satisfied with videos of others doing it while we build up (over time) the courage to be bold enough to enjoy it ourselves for real. Of interest at this juncture is the Japanese public wetting market, quite a proportion of their wetting videos are shot in open public settings. I believe this is because humiliation in itself is a greater taboo there and to be avoided at all costs. The women starring in these videos are attractive to Japanese men because of this very humiliation. So what is an acceptable level of involvement? Clearly, cornering a young woman and then wetting yourself in front of her alone would be a clear case of sexual harassment in lots of countries. Individual ‘targets’ are therefore out in my opinion leading to the conclusion that more people makes for a better situation. Mingling with people in a fairly busy high street and slowly wetting as you walk along is totally different. Deliberately drawing attention to yourself would be in some ways ‘involving’ onlookers whereas if they see by chance they have the opportunity to ignore or look away. They are then hardly ‘involved’, more just casual observers of what they might consider one of life’s unpleasantries or accidents. I am old enough to remember the time before homosexuality was openly acknowledged and any display of it was seriously frowned upon. My grandmother would watch such a guy with suspicion and, holding a small handkerchief to her mouth to ‘hide’ her words, would mutter, ‘he’s a Will-Jill you know’. I hardly need to describe to you the current scene where homosexuals of all kinds are accepted almost anywhere, and not too soon. The point is that, in general, the homosexual community has been patient but persistent and also tolerant of general opinion showing by their conduct that they believe they have a place in society equal to anyone else. They certainly did not ‘hide their light under a bushel’ as it were and completely capitulate to political correctness and the ethos of not offending anyone at all. Neither should we! Stay wet'n'happy Roger.
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  32. Forgive me, but I think this was perhaps meant for the fiction section?
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  33. We did eventually end up dating! But not around the time this happened though. I honestly don't know, it was a long time ago. I looked online and I'd say it was an average 10 litre bucket, and while he said half full I would say it was more a third full. But when I work that out it means I held litres of wee, and the thought makes my head explode that I could manage that!
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  34. I was at a sleepover back in 10th grade (15 years old), and had unintentionally fell asleep pretty early on while watching some friends play a video game. Luckily, I wasn't asleep for too long because I got woken up because I had started to pee, and when I became a bit more conscious, I realized I had most likely been gotten by the warm-water-hand-thing. My friends knew I was "toilet indifferent" as they call it, so they had taken advantage of that fact as an excuse to do the prank on me because they knew I wouldn't have minded. The thing is I was at the time, and still am, the victim of a stupid weak bladder, so I can't confidently say that it was the warm water that did it, though I am inclined to believe it was because I hadn't been asleep for even half an hour before I got woken up again.
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  35. So what he’s saying is that it would be much better if everyone just stayed in nappies for their whole life 😉
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  36. These are my favorite bursting to go ones that I have. Does anyone know the girl, the source or the producer? I love would more of the same. Note: If I'm violating any don't-post agreements, please tell me and I'll remove them. I know nothing of their origin Thumbnails (Know 'em? 😂😂😂): Frantic-girl-desperate-to-pee,-wets-her-sweatpants-www.savevid.com.flv Frantic-girl-desperate-to-pee,-wets-tight-Hollister-pants-www.savevid.com.flv Frantic-girl-desperate-to-pee,-wets-white-jean-shorts-www.savevid.com.flv
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  37. A few years ago I had a dream about a bathroom-themed holiday. I was reading a magazine and there was an article by a water conservation agency that turned out to be surprisingly interesting. They'd declared an upcoming date No Flush Day. On that day you were supposed to leave toilets untouched and take care of business elsewhere. In an attempt to popularize this new holiday the magazine had photos of celebrities doing such things as squatting in bushes and sitting on logs.
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  38. She asked for money and offered to send me risque videos. Comparatively speaking, the pee videos were a lot tamer than what she wanted to send me. Would you rather I have given free money? Would you? 738452fa30f33f6205ad43cd90a195eb.0.mp4
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  39. I used to twitch stream and I have wet a few times on stream! One of the times was a full accident in a live stream with other people in the room, but that one wasn't fun because the reason I peed was because I started to throw up lol. Streaming days were wild I wonder how many big streamers regularly wet? I'm sure some of the gamers wear protection. A related fantasy is a streamer not wanting to go just yet... They can hold on a little longer... Suddenly it reaches a high and they realize they need to go now. Just before they excuse themself though, a huge raid comes in from a gig streamer. They can't leave with a brand new raid! So they end up having an accident
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  40. my daily wetting outside 😄 I really love it !!!
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  41. There's not much... In terms of other sexual fantasies, it's pretty much just belly inflation. Kinda goes hand-in-hand with omorashi with the bladder bulges. Any other way to stretch it works too, though. Air, pregnancy, magic... But my favourite is water. Weight gain or fat does not fall under this fetish, though. That is a turn-off, similar to what most wettings are to my omorashi fetish. Other interests that are commonly fetishized, but are non-sexual to me, are for furries, animal transformation, pet play and casual nudity.
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  42. I'm really sorry this happened to you darling, but it was a good read. I hope you get over it. I know how it feels. I've had my share of accidents in my life too so it was quite recognisable. As for the completey and utter tool of a guy you were with that evening: good riddance. The least he could have done is comfort you and help you home. What an arse!
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  43. @scinosensation that would be cute! I had let some leak out a lil bit. just a leak close.mp4 I might maybe make it 30 more mins.
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  44. Thanks. I was still wearing my Dark Magician Girl costume at the time, and they were part of it. This time, we experimented with my friend's stim. She once again insisted that she wouldn't have an accident. We tried a few different clocks, watches, and a pocketwatches, as well as a metronome app. Nothing worked until she announced she was bored afer she had been staring at the metronome app for five minutes. She left it running when she got up to go. She made a joke about how I should occupy myself with the ceiling fan in the other room, looking up as she stepped out. She froze, her shoulders relaxed, she peed, and she just stared at it for another four hours until her phone died and the metronome stopped; and then it was like watching someone who accidentally fallen asleep wake up. After we had mopped up, she took off her red button-up dress, and standing there in green plaid underwear, plugged in her phone, started up the metronome app, and walked to the doorway and looked up at the fan. Her posture relaxed, and she peed again, and when I said, "We just mopped the floor!" she jerked out of it and this time seemed embarrassed. After taking a shower and changing into a white T-shirt and pink striped panties, she told me that she's been stimming in private, and curious as to what it would fell like, convinced herself to pee while stimming, and ever since her body has been relaxing her bladder on its own when she stims. She also talked about how it was a year and a half after discovering her stim before finding out what it was, when it triggered on a visit to her therapist. She had thought it was some form of hypnosis. She liked the way it felt, and had experimented with it on her own. She told one other person, who sent her a looping video of a ticking clock as a joke via text. She started watching while in the middle of undressing, and was interrupted three hours later by her little brother (her parents apparently thought she was studying). She explained what had been going on, and made him promise to keep it secret. He told his friends, the kids she had been babysitting, and the next time she had to watch over them for a weekend, they thought it would be funny to booby trap the house with clocks, mostly in the guest bedroom's underwear drawer.
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  45. Once again, that's Melissa - a favorite of mine too! Once again, that's Melissa - a favorite of mine too!
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